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Happy Halloween! This story is an erotic story written by me, Shon
Richards. Please don't steal it and claim to you wrote it because I
will summon the spirits of a thousand angry dead writers to haunt you
forever and ever.
Big thanks go to my editor, Alicia, who likes candy corn.
If you love this story, then why don't you marry it? Failing that,
drop me a line at shonrichardshsd@eathlink.net. More of my stories can
be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/www/
"Hide and Treat"
By Shon Richards
I skipped the house with no Halloween decorations and went to the
white house with the half buried skeleton in the front yard. It was
the week before Halloween and I knew Raquel would be in a festive mood.
What was the point of breaking into a house where the people weren't
interesting enough to decorate?
The door had a cardboard ghost tacked on it. The owners must
have a lot of faith in the ghost because they forgot to bolt the door.
I could envision the ghost leaping off the door and suffocating me, but
the happy spirit only smiled at me. I smiled back at him, giddy with
the excitement of the night. It only took a few moments to pick the
lock and I was in.
There is magic in entering a stranger's house for the first time.
My cock was so damn hard I felt I was going to burst my sweatpants. My
hands were sweating and I resisted the urge to take off my black
gloves. Every part of me was alive and I swear I could smell Raquel's
perfume in the quiet house.
Ten minutes later I realized she wasn't there. Her perfume was
strong in the house, smelling of peaches and sweat, so I knew she had
been here. It was just a poor house for our purposes. There were
three kids, each of them teenagers. My flashlight almost woke up the
oldest son and his room was decorated in violent images. I could
picture Raquel standing at his doorway and reaching the same conclusion
I did. Our game was risky enough without some kid with anger issues
waking up on us.
I left the house and skipped the next two on the street. One
wasn't decorated and the other house had a dog door; a definite no-no
for us. A Pekinese nearly ripped my balls off last Spring. I had
Raquel bent over a couch and I was slamming her ass. The damn dog
jumped up right between my legs and missed my bouncing sack by inches.
Dogs didn't fuck around with intruders.
In the next yard were a few scarecrows dressed as if they were in
a band. I couldn't help moaning as I unlocked the door. It reminded
me of being in the marching band in high school and fucking Hazel
Dickinson. Those long bus rides were my first hint of how good sex
could be. Hazel would sit on my lap in her skirt and my pants would be
open. We didn't even have to grind; the lousy shocks on the bus and
the bumpy roads kept us in constant motion. Sliding into her cunt was
good, but doing it while the band was talking, playing around and
completely oblivious to us was pure pleasure. I remember climaxing
inside her and we would share that look of pure intimacy that was born
of secrets.
God, I was almost trembling as I checked the house out. There
were band decorations everywhere. From the photographs in the hall, I
could tell that both the husband and wife here played instruments.
Even their teenage daughter played the flute and I had dirty thoughts
about Hazel playing her flute. I checked the daughter's room out. The
girl was pretty but I left her alone. I'm not a pervert or anything.
Raquel wasn't there, or in the next three houses I checked. My
heart began to race as I checked my watch. The rules were simple; I
had all night to find Raquel and she had to stay on the street we had
picked. This was a long street and even ruling out the non-decorated
ones, I might not be able to check them all out before sunrise. The
thought of not collecting my reward from her terrified me. We only
play the game once a month, and tonight I wanted her worse than ever.
At the same time, the possibility of failing only turned me on more.
It was just another danger to our game.
Danger was as important to me as breathing. The first time I
ever saw a naked woman was when I had sneaked upstairs to my parent's
attic and raided my father's Playboys. My first orgasm came from
exploring myself quietly in my grandparent's house. I've had
girlfriends and casual sex, but none of them compare to the thrill of
having sex where you shouldn't.
I started skipping houses that my gut didn't feel Raquel would be
interested in. To help matters, I used some luminescent chalk to mark
the porches of houses I had checked. The glowing yellow marks added to
the décor and I smiled at my contribution to the holidays. It did make
me wonder what the homeowners will think tomorrow night when they see
the seemingly random marks on their steps. Maybe they'll think they
were being targeted for a future robbery. I hoped they turned that
fear into hot sex, but I knew that most people weren't that
sophisticated.
Other people weren't like Raquel and I. In college I had
perfected the art of breaking into sorority houses and masturbating in
the darkness. Once I graduated, I started breaking into houses and
apartment buildings to satisfy that urge within. It was exciting to
explore a total stranger's house but at the same time, it was becoming
a lonely thing to do. I never stole a thing and I never touched any of
the sleeping people I encountered, but I knew that if I was ever caught
that I would be locked away forever and ever. It was starting to get
depressing.
Then one magical night around Christmas, I broke into a large
house with more decorations than good taste. It was a gaudy, tacky
place and I couldn't wait to pull out my cock and masturbate in the
heart of all that overblown cheer. Just as I was about to start, I
heard the sound of someone's zipper being pulled down. My flashlight
spun around and caught my future love in the act of masturbating while
watching me.
It turns out that Raquel had seen me enter shortly after she had.
Intrigued by the idea of watching another sneak like her, she had
followed me while I explored the house. Once she saw that I wasn't
taking anything either, she knew I was a thrill-seeker like her. The
thought was just too much for her and she had to masturbate right
there.
That was the start of a beautiful love. We weren't alone any
more.
As I kept looking for her, I saw one house with beautiful
Halloween lights strung over the windows. Red and orange lights
flickered from the outside as I searched the house. It was pretty
cool. The inside had other neat decorations, including a laughing
skull that scared the shit out of me when I got too close to it. I
froze as it's ringing laughter echoed through the house. At any
moment, I expected the homeowners to come rushing out and the sirens of
angry police wailing their approach. I could picture Raquel running
out of her hiding place and the two of us desperately escaping from a
society that didn't understand us.
I almost jerked off right there thinking about it.
The skull grew quiet and in the darkness the rest of the house
slumbered. I was almost disappointed. The couple who owned the house
slept on, and so did their four kids. No other toys came to life as I
completed my search of the place.
On my way out I saw a bowl of candy corn in the living room. I
took a handful of the sugary treats and savored their overpowering
flavor. Raquel and I both liked the candy, and we were both surprised
to find someone else who shared a passion for the colorful confection.
Last Halloween, Raquel had filled her sex with candy corn and I ate the
melted sweetness out of her. That's love.
A few more houses and I was sweating. The night air was cold but
my adrenaline was running high. I smelled her perfume twice but she
wasn't there. The waiting was driving me nuts and I wondered if it was
this bad for her when she came looking for me.
I thought back to the first time we played the game and I knew it
was a silly question. We had spent the night talking about how much we
loved hide and seek as kids and she dared me that I couldn't hide from
her. We kept upping the stakes until we had settled on a reward and at
that point, the idea of hiding in other people's houses only felt
logical. Hell, it was what we were good at. It was a hot night of cat
and mouse and when she did find me, she climaxed as soon as I entered
her. We quietly fucked in a dusty guestroom over and over till neither
of us could walk. Oh yes, I knew hunting was just as much a turn on
for her.
Clouds covered the moon when I broke into the next house. I had
a good feeling about it. There were fake tombstones in the yard and a
complex fake spider web covered the porch. The door was dead bolted
but the window next to the door was unlocked. I crawled through
without a hitch and took a look around.
The house was decorated inside but luckily; there were no
laughing skulls. The place had a good vibe. A cardboard witch lurked
in the living room while a few glowing ghosts haunted the hallway. The
furniture was top notch, expensive wood and ornate details. It was
like being in a haunted mansion.
Raquel was in the dining room. She was moaning as soon as she
saw my flashlight sweep around the corner. A dim paper lantern lit up
the room, casting orange bats against the walls. She had let her
blonde hair down and was smiling at me. She had also taken off her
sweatshirt and was topless, which made me moan and laugh at the same
time. I could just see her waiting here, topless for some midnight
house walker to discover.
I didn't say anything as I walked up to her. Her face in my
hands, I took her mouth with mine. She tasted like candy corn and I
groaned in her lips. We had eaten from the same dish, walked in the
same house and were now going to fuck together where we should not be.
"How do you want it?" Raquel purred when I broke the kiss. I won
the game; it was my choice. A thousand images sprang to mind and I
wanted to do them all but I knew better. There was no point in
foreplay or contemplating combinations, we were both going to come
instantly.
"Down," I growled and Raquel sunk to her knees. I pulled my
sweats down past my cock. As soon as my cock was free, Raquel took me
into her mouth. My hands tightened around her blonde hair and I kept
her pinned to me. Her mouth sealed around my cock and I liked the idea
of flooding the candy corn flavor out of her mouth with the taste of my
seed.
Raquel groaned as I thrust down into her mouth. I was trembling
with excitement. She had a noisy mouth and the slurping sounds seemed
terribly loud and naughty in the quiet house. My love was fingering
her sweet cunt beneath her sweat pants. She was stroking hard, her
body humping the air as her desire consumed her.
I knew the feeling.
We heard a sound come from upstairs. Like a floorboard creaking
or the heavy tread of someone afraid. Even above the sounds of her
mouth, we both heard a voice.
In response, we both moaned louder.
A door opened upstairs and I pumped harder between Raquel's lips.
My love was climaxing, her whole body shaking and her lips humming
around my cock as she came.
The floor creaked upstairs as someone cautiously braved the dark
house. They might be armed with a bat or even carrying a gun. The
floor creaked louder as the person upstairs gained courage and walked
faster.
I climaxed hard, so very damn hard into Raquel's mouth. The
orgasm stunned me with its intensity. I bent over as I emptied myself
down her throat. Raquel purred louder between swallows.
A foot clomped loudly on the stairs as I pulled my cock out of
Raquel's mouth. Some of my seed splattered her chest and Raquel
giggled. The horny girl still had her shirt off and it didn't look
like she was putting it on anytime soon. Her tanned breasts shimmered
in the soft light and I giggled with her at her audacity. There was
nothing like afterglow to make a woman reckless.
"Is there a way out?" I asked.
Raquel nodded and took my hand. Together we were silent and I
once again marveled at how good we were. She led me to the kitchen and
to a back door that she had left unlocked. Lights were being turned on
the house behind us as we made our escape. Raquel dived behind a row
of bushes and I quickly joined her. Secure in our new hiding place, we
watched as a very tall man came to the kitchen door and peered out
through the window.
"Close one," Raquel said.
I shook my head. "We've had worse."
I leaned over and kissed her ear. My arm hugged her bare chest
to me and I grabbed a breast playfully. Raquel pressed against me and
I could hear her breathing quicken. Her nipple was hard under my
fingers and she struggled to stay quiet as we hid.
"Still horny?" she asked when I released her ear. I didn't let
go of her breast.
"Give me a thirty minute head start and I'll show you how horny I
am," I said.
Her face glowed with fear and excitement. "It's already after
two, and I'll bet you money that the guy called the police. There'll
be a police car patrolling the area for the rest of the night."
"Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"
"Oh God yes," Raquel moaned. "I'm timing you, you know?"
I kissed her before leaving. Playing the game twice in one
night. It must be love.
The end.
Had fun? Hated it? Believed it will create a new generation of house-
breakers? Drop me a line at Shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net
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