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From: Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Halloween Story - Mallory by Katie McN (FF+, Rom, Tous,  RP)
Date: Sat,  4 Aug 2001 19:10:02 -0400
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Halloween Story

By Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.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 risque. 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 <katie@katiemcn.com>

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