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Subject: {ASSM} "Halloween - Mallory" by Katie McN
Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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Halloween Story

By Katie McN <katiemcn@cutey.com> 

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---

"I can't believe you're going to wear that costume, Mallory." 

It was time for our annual Halloween party and I couldn't wait. We 
took turns buying the costumes and that year it was up to Mallory to 
decide what we were going to wear. She wouldn't tell me a thing and 
part of the game is for me to beg and plead for just one little 
clue. All week long I'd promised her interesting sexual favors and 
anything else I could think of, but of course she never said a word. 
Well almost nothing. There was one clue, and when she had me so 
frustrated I'd fall for anything, she got very solemn and said she'd 
give me a hint. 

"Okay, Mary Kay, I'll give you one and only one clue." 

"Thank you, thank you, Mallory. What is it?" I was so excited. She 
was going to relent and now I'd find out what I'd wear on Halloween. 

"It doesn't have an 'X' in it." 

Of course not. Hardly any word in the English language has an 'X' in 
it and I pretended outrage as she laughed her ass off. Wait till 
next year. 

---

Picture this. 

A beautiful nun dressed head to foot in black stood before me like a 
sainted vision. I could just barely see her angelic face peeking out 
from the very modest uniform. But, when she turned around, 
everything changed. 

The costume was completely transparent from her neck all the way 
down to the hem. The costume framed her creamy white skin and 
slender body like a picture of decadence against an inky sea of 
black material. She wasn't wearing a bra and the loose uniform 
pretended it might just move in some special way to show me both 
exquisite breasts. Her garter belt and matching thong were sexy 
highlights on her perfectly shaped ass. The black seamed stockings 
and very high heels shaped and formed her legs with a message that 
suggested she might be available for a little excitement. 

Mallory turned back and laughed when she saw the look on my face. 
"I've had a fantasy about what the nuns wore under their uniforms 
ever since I was in high school, baby, and I've decided it must be 
something like this. Don't you agree?" 

"If the nuns looked as good under their uniforms as you do, Mallory, 
I think I'd still be back in school. Uh, do you happen to have a few 
minutes to spare, little girl?" She laughed at me again and finally 
brought out The Package. Now I'd find out what my costume was going 
to be. 

When I saw what she picked out, I knew she made a fabulous choice. 

She handed me a pleated skirt in the same pattern worn at the 
Catholic Girls' School I attended back in Del Rio, Texas, years ago. 
It looked quite authentic, but so short it barely covered my butt. 
The white silk blouse was loose enough to guarantee my tits would 
bounce and jiggle with every step I took and sheer enough to show 
the shape of my breasts and their rosy highlights to anyone who 
wanted to look. I was already imagining how the smooth texture of 
the silk would caress my nipples and keep them at attention for a 
whole evening of fun. I don't know who she had embroider the school 
emblem on my blouse, but it looked just like the one I wore in 
school except for the part where my tit would be bouncing around 
underneath it for all the world to see. Tennies and white stay up 
stockings rounded out the costume. How wonderfully delicious. I'd be 
dressed up like a child molester's sex fantasy and if I was lucky, 
maybe the cute little nun would take advantage of me later.  

"Do I have to wear this G string? I'm going to show my butt to 
everyone whenever I take a step. I can't do it, Mallory." 

"Of course you can. It's the rules, baby, and next year it's your 
turn to pick out the costumes, but for now, you have to live with 
it." 

Part of the fun is pretending the costume is too risqu,. I really 
wasn't a bit upset about letting the other women see my boobs 
bouncing around inside the school uniform blouse, or how cute my 
butt looked peeking out from under the tiny little pleated skirt. It 
was kind of sexy, but I had to tell Mallory it was too hot to wear 
cause it was part of our game. We both knew I'd wear the outfit, and 
love every minute of it. 

---

I watched as Mallory opened the front door and there was a repeat of 
what happened several times before. 

The women saw Mallory's costume and thought something like "a little 
more conservative this year" until she turned around. Next came a 
shriek followed by "I can't believe it!" and then the guests walked 
behind her for awhile until they were convinced it was true. 

Cathy always brought her camera to our parties. She took a lot of 
pictures of the nun costume and I was sure Mallory would be featured 
in the party scrapbook. Cathy doesn't miss much and seems to record 
every silly little thing on film so we can see what fools we made of 
ourselves. Everyone loves it, of course. 

The most fabulous costume of all was the bridal gown Julie wore. 
Markie was dressed up as the groom and the two women made a 
spectacular entrance. They painted a picture of something many 
couples truly want, but know they probably will never have. 
 
Black and orange crepe paper decorated every part of our home. 
Witches, bats, ghosts, goblins, cauldrons and all the scary things 
that say Halloween changed our Hillcrest Estate into Frankenstein's 
castle for one wonderful night. One wonderful night where 20 women 
also decorated the house with a sense of fun and excitement. A sense 
of being free and getting to do whatever they wanted for at least a 
few hours. 

And the costumes were wonderful. 

Billie was a perfect stereotype. She looked so butch wearing slicked 
back hair, black denims, motorcycle boots and a black tee shirt with 
a pack of cigs rolled up in one sleeve. Rhonda was a dominatrix all 
leather and metal, standing there in heels so high she would break 
her ankles if she fell over. Her tiny cat o' nine tails hardly 
looked ominous and only threatened to please every one standing 
around her. Belly dancers, hookers, tarts, and everything you would 
hope your friends would think to do and surprises you'd never guess 
in a million years. 

Sometimes people take advantage of a situation and do things they'll 
be sorry for later. 

I happened across the groom and a French maid in our spare bedroom 
trying to discover all the secrets hidden under their Halloween 
costumes. I found out the groom was wearing silk boxers, or at least 
she was for awhile. I learned it took no effort at all to push down 
the top of a French maid costume and when you did, her two tits 
seemed to say it might be time for some kissing and loving. I found 
out more than I wanted to know and eased the door closed and hoped 
no one else would happen upon the two lovers taking their chances 
and not caring who found out. 

--- 

We always play games. 

Spin the bottle is a favorite that usually gets everyone warmed up. 
When it's just girls, you know there will be showing off and taking 
chances. 

The game that year soon evolved into who could do the most dramatic 
and sexy kiss. Everyone got into it,  and sometimes a partner seemed 
a tiny bit upset until it was her turn and then she went and outdid 
her special other to the cheers and catcalls coming from the rest of 
us. 

Bobbing for apples is fun, too. Particularly when the girl has a 
butt as cute as what Suzi was sticking up in the air that night.  
She tried to bite into one of the apples floating in the wash tub 
without using her hands. She couldn't get the hang of it and somehow 
managed to turn a children's game into a Rated R wet tee shirt 
contest. 

We always play Tell Me a Story at the Halloween party. Different 
girls tell stories designed to get the other people going. Jeannie  
told one about boarding school where she was very bad and had to go 
to the Head Mistress's office.  The Head Mistress gave her a choice. 
She could take her punishment or be expelled and have to explain to 
her parents what happened. Of course she took the punishment. 

Jeannie climbed up on top of a desk and stood at the rigid position 
of attention. When a teacher mentioned an item of clothing, she 
removed it slowly and provocatively while the women sitting in the 
office looked on with great interest and lust. It took forever for 
her to strip off, but finally she was nude and wondered what would 
happen next. 

We all knew. 

All of us were getting horny just listening to the story and could 
imagine how wet it was between the legs of all those teachers. Sure 
enough she had to go down on each one while the other teachers 
fondled and probed her young girl body making it difficult for 
Jeannie to maintain concentration. 

But, the best story of all was the one Marcy told. She said Jeannie 
reminded her of something that happened when she first started 
boarding school. 

One night she was told to go to the dorm dayroom where the rest of 
the girls were already gathered. They said it was time for her dorm 
initiation and she better follow orders or else she'd suffer the 
consequences. 

An older girl told Marcy to take off all her clothes and let 
everyone see what she was really like. Marcy pretended to be shy at 
first, but really liked the idea of exhibiting herself in front of 
the other girls. When she removed her blouse, the older girl seemed 
surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra and made a big fuss about 
how cute her boobs were. She also took advantage of the situation 
and touched and squeezed those firm round globes while Marcy stood 
there not knowing what to do. She started to take her pants off 
next, and knew she would be in for more of the same when the girls 
found out she wasn't wearing any panties. Sure enough, she was 
fondled and admired by a couple of girls while the rest of them 
looked on and laughed. 

They made her spread her legs and masturbate. She couldn't fake it 
either or else they'd make her do it again, but this time she'd have 
to do it in the chapel. The whole thing was such a turn on that 
Marcy came with one of the most powerful orgasms she ever had. She 
tried not to holler out and moan, but she couldn't help herself. The 
other girls all got turned on watching her cum with a vengeance. 

Finally, all of them surrounded her and did everything they could 
think of to turn her on. There were hands on her tits and ass. 
Fingers in her pussy and asshole. Lips on her mouth and nipples. 
Everything touching everything else. She never had a girl go down on 
her before and found the experience new and different. Marcy liked 
it and decided to remember the red headed girl who knew how to treat 
her so well. 

We always award prizes and supposedly everyone gets a say in who 
wins. I let everyone vote, but sometimes give a prize to the person 
I want to see win even if she didn't come out on top. A prize always 
goes to the person who humiliated herself the most. The girl who won 
it that year came as a toilet with a Tootsie Roll floating around in 
her water bowl. The bride won as the best costume which didn't 
surprise anyone. I always cheat on the sexiest costume and try to 
give the award to a girl who is shy and wearing a real modest get up 
just because I want her to have to deal with the prize. It was 
Little Bo Peep who turned red when she opened the 12 inch dildo, and 
it got worse for her when someone turned it on and Bo found herself 
holding something that sounded like a vibrating cement mixer. 
Everyone laughed as she stood there looking at the noisy thing, not 
knowing what she should do next. 

Every year at least one of the girls decides to do a striptease 
after having a few too many. I couldn't believe Mindy had the urge 
to see how it felt to have people watch her take it all off. She's 
usually uptight and kind of a wallflower type, but I guess everyone 
gets her fifteen minutes. 

No one noticed her until she had the top of her princess costume 
pulled down showing off her strapless push up bra. Then everyone 
noticed since the girl had some really nice looking tits and her bra 
put them on display like two big ole diamonds in a treasure trove. 

She was a bit tipsy so the strip show was a combination of trying to 
be sexy and trying to stand up. 

She finally got the dress off and revealed the old fashioned 
petticoats she was wearing underneath. Drinking and stripping off 
clothes can be a problem and sure enough she was having a heck of a 
time getting those petticoats off. I thought she might fall down at 
first, but she finally managed somehow. The white garter belt, white 
panties and white stockings tried to say she was an innocent, but 
whispered to me she could be real hot given half a chance. She had a 
problem deciding what came off next. She started on the bra and then 
changed her mind and went for the panties. She finally took off the 
garter belt instead and it wasn't easy for her to do because she got 
a bit confused when she tried to undo the garters, but she finally 
got the job done. 

When her bra did come off, there was a loud round of applause and 
catcalls from the rest of the girls. We could see that Mindy was 
really turned on and quite pleased with herself. I guess the girl 
couldn't wait to know how it felt to be nude in front of a bunch of 
people and she quickly stripped off her tiny white panties much to 
the delight of everyone in the room. She looked real cute and kind 
of sexy standing there in her heels, stocking and princess crown. I 
could tell that a lot of the women were thinking how interesting it 
might be to entertain royalty. 

Now some of the girls like to play tricks. A girl was there to take 
each item as Mindy removed her clothes one piece at a time. It got 
passed to another girl and then the next one and eventually 
disappeared into some hiding place. No one was going to tell Mindy 
where her clothes ended up and she spent the rest of the night 
wearing nothing but her stockings and heels trying to find her 
stuff. Some of the girls made sure she stayed high while they plied 
her with rude commentary and a little good natured molestation. 

I remember when Ricki  passed out. I think she must of been drinking 
and doing pills at the same time. Never a good combination and it 
sure put her under. A couple of the other girls took off her clothes 
and kind of spread her out on the couch for all to see. It was fun 
watching the reaction of someone who happened by and noticed her for 
the first time. There was a little shock at first, then some 
laughter and never a thought to cover her up. 

Cathy took a lot more pictures for the scrap book and I bet Mindy 
and Ricki were pretty surprised the first time they looked at it. 

---

We heard a scream. 

When we got to the spare bedroom we found the bride passed out on 
the bed. Her face had lost its color and her beautiful dress was 
covered in vomit. We were lucky Vera was there. Everyone thought 
Julie just drank too much, but Vera knew the symptoms and told us 
she probably overdosed on some downers. She asked someone to call 
911 and then got back to treating Julie. Vera went from a girl in a 
slutty debutante costume to efficient doctor in the blink of an eye. 
She cleared Julie's mouth and took her vitals. I would've had a real 
problem performing mouth to mouth on Julie after what I saw, but 
Vera got on with it and it didn't take long until she had the girl 
breathing almost normally again. 

The paramedics arrived and Vera briefed them on what she'd done. The 
two men put Julie on the gurney and rushed her out to the ambulance. 
Vera and Markie rode with Julie and I followed in my car as we made 
the 15 minute drive over to the Val Verde Med Center Emergency Room. 

Markie and I stayed in the emergency waiting area while the rest of 
the folks rushed Julie into one of the empty rooms. 

"Markie, did she catch you?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I saw you with the French Maid and kind of wonder if Julie might 
have seen you, too." 

"Shit, I thought she peeked in, but when she left without saying 
anything, I figured she didn't mind all that much. She's never had a 
problem with this before." 

I hardly knew what to think when I heard that and decided to sit 
down on the bench and wait. I finally realized my short skirt and 
transparent blouse were causing a commotion there in the waiting 
room and I figured I better maintain a low profile. 

Vera came out of Emergency with a smile on her face. 

"She's going to be all right. I think she needs to stay in the 
hospital tonight and maybe tomorrow. After that, she can go home as 
long as she promises me she'll see a therapist." 

We talked some more about stomach pumping, medication, mental 
illness and all the stuff doctors think about when they face a 
problem like this. Markie and I kept quiet about why Julie decided 
to make her statement. I hoped Julie would really see a therapist 
this time, but somehow knew she'd just keep on letting Markie abuse 
her until who knows what might happen in the end. 

---

Halloween was a lot different the next year. We had another 
Halloween party, of course, but we didn't invite Julie and Markie. 
Even so, a shadow was cast over the holiday and things never were 
quite as happy again. 

The End 

Katie McN <katiemcn@cutey.com> 

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