Trick or Treat
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What do you do when the doorbell rings on Halloween?


Trick or Treat

It had been a long week for Chris, work had been busy, very busy and full of
problems, but the hard working department manager, who was Chris, had sorted
it all out. Sorted all the problems! The problems with three customer orders
that Julie had processed, the miss-order of essential equipment that should
have turned up but hadn't and what had arrived was all the wrong stuff. The
planning of overtime and finding 'willing' people to work on short notice, the
disciplinary meeting between Andria and Charles, a dozen repots to read and to
write, followed by a dozen more meetings to attend. Then there was the ... ..!
The list could go on and on, with all that Chris had sorted out this week, so
he was pleased it was Friday and all he had to do now was to look forward to a
relaxing weekend!

It was already dark when he pulled up outside his house and turned off the
car's engine. Chris pulled the keys out of the ignition, the radio died and he
sat there for just a brief moment, enjoying the peace and quiet. It was an
almost magical moment, no office worries, no company policies to interpret and
deal with, no customers and supplies to tolerate and orders to sort out. No
internal politics and external factors to wield through, no reports, no
meeting ... ... A peaceful moment and to follow would be an enjoyable weekend!

At that moment when everything was just perfect, the man sighed and finally
got out his car, but as he did so 'SHIT!' Something had caught his eye and,
'Dame!' In the windows, outside front doors, even up in some trees there where
the decorations, the pumpkins, the lights and candles that told Chris
'Halloween!' That was all he needed groups of kids coming around all through
the night doing the 'Trick or Treat' thing! As he looked around there were
signs of groups of trick or treaters already preparing to go out on the hunt
for goodies and sweets. Across the road and in the houses opposite there was
also the obvious hustle and bustle of parties starting, as people in strange
and even weirder fancy-dress costumes where turning up. It looked as if there
was a right party going on with a number of different houses all taking part,
it was time for the man to disappear and head inside

Chris took himself inside his house, the house was empty, peaceful, well it
was just him right now, his last steady 'partner', was that the correct up to
date word for a girlfriend now days? His last partner had unceremoniously
left, walked out about, 'what was it now?' 5, 6 months ago. But it hadn't been
all her fault, no Chris was man enough to say he should also take some of the
blame for them splitting up. Well if he hadn't been caught shagging his
'partners' best friend, then they might still be together!

But he had been caught, in the act, and his partner 'what was her name, yes
Sophie' she'd left and maybe that was a good thing, it meant that Chris had
focused on his job, pushed himself, got noticed and got that promotion a few
months ago. Since then it had all been busy, busy, busy, but even though most
days he was kept 'fully engaged' in his work it was all going well for him.

One thing was for sure it did make the week days go quickly and he now enjoyed
his weekend to the full, but he'd also had fallen into a bit of a routine now,
and Friday night was where it started. Get home, order a takeaway, Paul and
Omar would come around, takeaway and beers would be enjoyed, then off to the
local pub. This was the one that always seemed to attract groups of women who
were starting off their nights out. This meant the lads could have a few
drinks, see what groups of 'lovely ladies' were out that night, chose the
'right' group, chose the girl he fancied and start talking to them. He'd find
out where they were heading and then see what the rest of the evening had in
store! It was a great pub, and if it didn't go well with one girl, one group
of women, there would be another group turning up soon.

So, after this week at work Chris was looking forward to a hot shower, a
takeaway, his mates coming around for some beers, then the pub, so he
certainly didn't want to be disturbed by some silly 'Trick or Treaters!' But
Chris was sure that it would be alright, after all he didn't have anything up
in the windows, he didn't have any stupid pumpkin outside his door, there was
no reason for anyone to call. After his shower and throwing on some casual
cloths he made a couple of calls to his mates and sorted out who wanted what,
for tonight's feast. Paul told Chris that he'd heard there was at least two
hen parties starting off in the pub tonight so it should be a very good night
for the lads! Add to that it was also Halloween and there would be plenty of
girls out dressed up in sexy costumes, well even Halloween had its good side!
He didn't mind that part of it, he just didn't have time for loads of kids
knocking on his door demanding sweets when all he was interested in was his
takeaway and beer!

Chris quickly checked there was enough beers already in the fridge and next
'order to the takeaway', with that done all he had to do now was ... ... DING!
DONG! "That was quick!"

But he'd only just placed the order so it couldn't be the food, 'who could ...
... No, not Halloweener's!' DING! DONG! Chris didn't need this, why did kids
have to go around annoying hardworking, descent people like him, DING! DONG!
'Go away!' DING! DONG! "GO AWAY!" This was now getting slightly frustrating
for the man, he'd no time for these kiddie games, all he wanted to do was to
have a have the lads round, something to eat, something to drink, have a laugh
and head off to the ... ... DING! DONG!

Now it had gone beyond the point of being annoying, ignoring it wasn't going
to work, what he had to do now was get a bit more 'nasty!' Chris rushed to the
front door, he grabbed the handle, took a moment to take in a deep breath,
before he ... ... DING! DONG! ARRRHHHH! He yanked the door open and ... ...
stopped!

The man was expecting a group of silly dressed up kids to be standing there
and for them to all shout 'Trick or Treat', but he didn't get that. That was
because there wasn't a group of little fancy dressed kids there on their
evening Halloween adventure, in fact there were no kids there at all. What
there was, was something completely different. Chris had to look hard to make
sure that what he thought he saw was indeed what was there on his door step!

What Chris saw was a girl and young woman, a teenager, maybe, but defiantly a
young female. She was quite attractive, a brunette, with long hair, braided
into pigtails that came down past her shoulders and then rested over them. She
had on a pair of old fashion round spectacles, fully pushed up on the bridge
of her cute nose. There was a hint of red lipstick and a short 'stick' in her
mouth that she held onto with one hand, as if she was sucking on a lollipop of
some kind.

Her face at this point was quite emotionless as she looked at him and although
she was a good looking, young female, Chris couldn't say just how old she
might be. In one blink of the eye he would have said she was 20, then he
blinked again and, no early 20's, another blink and, no late teens, no maybe
younger, and then back again to being 20? There was something about her
'ageless face', was it a trick of the light of did her face change each time
he blinked, surly not, 20, 18, ... ... ? And then back again, OK she was
young, but how young, how old?

However old she might be Chris liked the way she looked, her face, but now he
took in how she was dressed on this Halloween night! On top of this attractive
head was a hat, a round, flat straw hat, with a dark blue band around it. It
was the kind of hat that years ago might have been worn by school children,
like in the old days as part of their formal uniform. But then again, the hat
did, sort of, match the rest of how she was dressed.

The young woman, young girl was dressed in a kind of schoolgirl way, and a
quite sexy way at that. There was a pair of ankle high, high heeled black
boots, decorated with silver chains and buckles. These boots then moved up
into a pair of long shapely legs that where covered in a pair of black fishnet
stockings, defiantly not part of your usual school uniform dress code! These
stockings went up, and up, finishing off towards the top of those long legs.
The tops of her stockings could be clearly seen as her short skirt was indeed
'short!'

Above that short dark skirt was bare flesh, her midriff was on show as her
white blouse had been pulled up high and tied up in a knot just under her
chest. The 'white' blouse was the short-sleeved type and was in need of a good
wash, ink blotches, noughts and crosses, scribbled words and other marks
covered the shirt. But somehow Chris hadn't noticed all that, his eyes had
been drawn to the girls thrusting cleavage that was on show. With the shirts
buttons undone, all of them, and a black bra clearly visible through the
blouse, it was difficult not to stare at the mounds that where in front of
him.

All of this was finished off with a chain around her neck, hanging low and
dipping into the gab between her breasts, on each of her wrists was a
collection of various different styles, colours and types of bracelets. She
had a real 'Tomboy, Schoolgirl' look, but it was ever so agreeable. Even
though there was a chill in the early evening air, but this didn't seem to
affect the girl, even dressed in this very 'casual' way. Chris took this all
in his stride, well it was Halloween, and for once, just this once, he didn't
mind opening the door to this particular trick or treater!

After the man had taken in the look of the 'schoolgirl', and she'd taken a
second to eye up the tall, 30 year old man with dark hair, a rouged face,
broad shoulders, a full chest and strong looking arms, the man's face broke
into a smiling little grin. As for Chris, all he saw was a good-looking
brunette dressed as a sexy schoolgirl! With the 'introductions' over, it was
now that the man noticed something else, there was no one else there on his
doorstep, no uncontrollable group of young children all dressed up as witches,
monsters or zombies, and there had been no wild shout of 'Trick or Treat?'

The 'schoolgirl' carried on sucking on her lolly as Chris moved his head to
the left and right to see if there was some nervous little kid hiding behind
their big Sister, but there was no one? 'So, if there weren't any kids there
and this wasn't a 'Trick or Treat' why was this girl stood there, dressed like
that?' This had suddenly all become quite strange, the man having seen no one
else moved back and looked at the girl. As he looked at the 'schoolgirl' her
hand moved, out came the cherry flavoured lollipop, her lips pouted and she
said "Trick or Treat?" For a second a confused Chris stood there with a
dumbfounded look on his face, as if he didn't quite get this. All he could
think to say was, "sorry?" That was all his brain could come up with, after
all what else would you say to a good-looking brunette dressed up as a sexy
schoolgirl, stood on your doorstep, by herself on Halloween?

But the question never got answered as the girl just stepped forwards and into
the house, a shocked Chris took a couple of steps backwards to get out the
girl's way as she so steadfastly steps forward. With the girl now inside, and
with the confused man now in his hallway, the lollipop went back in her mouth
and THUD! OOOOHHHH!

All Chris had seen was the girl walk in, the still emotionless expression on
her face and then there was this sudden and quite excruciating pain that he
felt in his groin. Pain that made him take in a sharp intake of breath and
hold it. Pain that made him take a few more steps backwards before it became
almost impossible to move any further. Pain that made him bend over as he
tried to get into a position that was less painful than how it felt to stand
upright. Pain that made him shudder and froze his brain all at the same time.

The girls boot that had caused all this was now back down on the floor as she
took an extra couple of steps inside the house and made her way closer to
Chris. The man held himself, as if he was checking everything was still there
and at the same time trying to smooth away that burning feeling that gripped
him so 'vigorously!' This was something that Chris hoped he would never have
to go through again and ... ... WHACK! OOOFFFFFF!

While he was dealing with what the schoolgirls boot had done, he'd lost his
concentration on the girl herself, he'd see her come closer to him, but it
hadn't registered, the man had been more interested in dealing with the pain
than who'd caused it. Which was something he would regret as it was now the
girls fist that had swung around and driven home into the side of the doubled
over man's jaw. It was a strong strike, a powerful punch and a destructive
delivery, the blow was well placed and Chris' head had gone spinning. His body
had followed and the man now went stumbling into the wall of the hallway.

Both his hands and arms came up as if to prevent him fall too hard into the
wall, and at first this worked, there was the man, hurt from the first two
strikes, but still on his feet and holding himself up against the wall. He
took in a deep breath and exhaled, as his head started to clear and now he was
able to start thinking again, 'what the hell is ... ... .' CRACK! OOOOWWWWWW!

As he held himself there, steadied himself against the hallway wall, the
girl's hands had come down and grabbed onto the man's head. As soon as he felt
those hands come down roughly on him, he knew he was in trouble. His hair had
been grabbed, his head was then wrenched backwards, followed by the briefest
of pauses as he stared at the brick wall with the pale wallpaper covering. The
wall that then rushed at him as his head was thrown forward and into the solid
structure of his home. The sound of his head crashing into the wall filled the
otherwise quiet house, this was immediately followed up by a loud groan as his
head filled instantly with so many dull, sharp, thudding, chilling feelings
and sensations of pain and hurt that raced around inside and outside his head.

He didn't see stars, his head was full of agony, these was no room for stars,
CRUNCH! Especially as she slammed his head back into the wall for a second
time! Before he could do anything, before he could think, or even before his
body could stop flinching and shaking from that second cracking blow the girl
pulled Chris back by his head. She brought him off the wall, and flung him
around, he came off the wall, he went spinning around, across the hallway and
straight into the wall on the other side THUD!

He was easily tossed, manhandled across the hallway and into the new wall, his
head also slammed, hard, into a picture that was hanging there. The glass
broke, there was now a cut to the side of his head and the picture rocked,
then fell down to the floor. Chris could feel a stinging sensation, were he
was cut, he tried to shake his head but all he felt was the girl's hands that
grabbed onto him again. She quickly made him forget the new pain to his head
as he was once more spun around and sent back into that first, hard, hallway
wall, once more, THUD!

This time the schoolgirl put a bit more 'OOMPH' into the way she threw him
back into that wall. Chris hit it hard, so hard he bounced off the wall, such
was the force with which she threw him into it. But as he came bouncing off
and back her open hand slams into the back of his head. Her hand carries on
and pushes forward, driving the man's head back into the wall, squashing his
face, nose, hard against the wallpaper. Now there was wall coving that had a
slight red tint to it, as blood now runs from the mans damaged and swollen
nose.

The girl's hand grabs onto his hair and he's yanked rearwards, Chris is
dragged backwards. He staggers and stumbles backwards, away from the wall, she
drags ham and flings him rearwards, sending the stunned man jiggering and
jolting, falling backwards and towards a nearby open door that leads into his
living room. But before he could even start to fall properly downwards or
before he got too far away from her, she moved again, THUD! OOOUUUFFFF!

As she'd dragged the man off the wall and tossed his away, she'd brought her
leg up and twisted it around, driving her boot up really high into the man's
chest. Getting her strike in before he'd fallen too far out of her reach. The
blow was hard, accurate, making him feel as if his chest has just imploded and
forcing him off his feet, sending him soaring and then down to the floor.
Chris had the feeling of flying through the air before there was that heavy
thud as he dropped like a brick to the floor of his living room. He lay there
gasping for breath, then managed to cough, splutter, as he eventually did
manage to catch that vial breath.

His eyes closed as he hit the floor, his face screwed up in agony and it took
a moment, to get that all important breath back into his body before he could
contemplate opening his eyes again. When he did all he could see what the
'schoolgirl', with her hand still holding onto that lollipop in her mouth as
she casually strolled into the room. She stopped as she walked through the
doorway, her eyes gave a fleeting looking around the bachelors living room,
she didn't look impressed, then her stare came downwards to where the man lay!

There was this pause, that probably only lasted a second, but as he looked up
at the girl, that second, for Chris, seemed to last an eternity. Then the girl
took a step forward ... ... !

Over on the other side of the street in the houses over there, a party was
going on, and it was a party with a difference ... ... !

The party was taken place in a number of different houses in the street and
had been 'organised' by a woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere, and went
by the name of Mrs S'atan. The woman, a mature, buxom, blond Milf, had her
family with her, her husband, two Daughters and Son and together they had got
all the families from the area to come together and have one very wild
Halloween party. It was as if no one could say no to the S'atan family, who
were obviously determined to have a 'good' time!

The party, fancy dress of course, had got a bit out of hand already, but in an
enjoyable way, for most of those attending! It had seemed to have moved into a
number of very special 'themed' areas, all taking part in different houses.

In the first house was a group of women, mostly younger women, the daughters
of all the families that had be 'invited' to this party, and just one man,
that would be Mr S'atan. A man who at the moment was being kicked, beat,
humiliated, berated, struck and generally being dominated by the group of
teenage girls. These girls were being introduced to something so new and
radical as female superiority, and they were enjoying it greatly. A man in
this situation might find himself in a terrifying nightmare, but strangely Mr
S'atan was smiling even enjo ... ... WHACK! There was another harsh kick from
one of the girls to his body as he was on all fours with trainee teenage
dominatrix's all surrounding him in a circle, so why was he smiling?

In the next house was Mrs S'atan's Daughter, Missy and her Son, Damian, in
this house where all the older women, the Mums, the Milf's from all those
families 'invited'. These Mummy Milf's had split up into two groups, some of
them where upstairs, the rest downstairs. The upstairs group of women where
all in one bedroom, all naked and all sprawled across one large bed, some of
these women where on the floor, locked in embraces as there wasn't room on the
bed. In the middle of the bed was the young S'atan girl, Missy, surrounded by
the rest of the Milf's and enjoying all the attention from these older women.
They didn't seem to be able to get enough loving or give enough loving to
young Missy, who was enjoying every, lick, kiss, tongue and every woman who
was there!

In the downstairs of this house was the rest of the Milf's and of course young
Damian S'atan. The lad was also enjoying himself, even though it seemed he was
being used and abused by these women, just now the lead that was attached to
the collar around his neck was passed over from one Milf to another. The new
woman wrapped the lead around her hand and pulled on the lead making the young
lad come to her, pulling him up off the floor and up onto the leather chair
that the naked woman was sat back in. She dragged her boytoy up to her, he was
obviously ready to please her and that's exactly what he was going to do!

The next house was like a battlefield, there was a scattering of bodies all
over the place and the house was a wreck. In this house where all the men, the
Dad's from the families that had been 'invited'. But strangely the house was
very quiet, it was not empty, just quiet as all these men seemed to be 'out',
they were out cold, passed out, knocked out, choked out or just struck out.
None of them where conscious, all had come to a bad end at the hands of the
other Daughter, the young girl, Hissy. She'd beat each and every man, beat
them all to a pulp, hurt them, broke them, in most cases literary, and left
them all there. Now she'd gone for a walk, gone out on a Halloween hunt for
some more fun, as the 'fun' had seemed to have dried up in her house!

She walked out of the house, looked around and seen a house opposite, and gone
there. She'd rang the doorbell, waited and rang the doorbell again, and still
she was waiting. The longer she had to wait until the door was opened, the
more impatient she was getting. More importantly, the longer she'd have to
wait the worse it would be for whoever opened that door!

In the last house it was a different story, this was the house that Mrs S'atan
had brought all the darling young boys from the families that had been
'invited'. And here she was trying them all out! Downstairs the lads where
gathered, waiting to be called forward to 'perform'. Upstairs in the main
bedroom and Mrs S'atan had stumbled onto one very delightful young lad. The
Milf, Mrs S'atan was holding onto the bed's ornate headboard as the lad behind
her was doing his very best to show her what he was capable of, and boy was he
showing her!

On one side of the street in the bedroom the young lad was pounding hard, he
was delivering his cock. Backwards and forwards it went, hammered into the
delighted Mrs S'atan's excited body.

On the other side of the street in the living room and young Hissy was
pounding hard, as she was delivering her fist. Backwards and forwards it went,
hammering into the scared man's broken body.

Back in the bedroom and, faster and faster the lad drove himself, he held onto
the devil woman's hips and he shafted her, he'd given her even more than he'd
ever thought he could. But there was something about this woman that gave him
that extra 'oomph' to go further, faster, harder. As he carried on pounding,
the sweat dripped off his body and onto the woman's back and arse, given her a
glistening, wet look. As for the women she was so, so delighted with her boy's
performance, she chosen well and this one was defiantly in line to 'come back
with her!'

But even lusty, excited boys have to deliver at some point, to give everything
they have to offer, and both these two knew that moment was upon them. The
lads body began to shake as he thrusted forwards, it was like nothing he's
felt before, not even with his Aunt or his teacher, this woman, this Mrs
S'atan was different. She had the strangest effect on him, but it was so good.
His whole body now tingled, shook and then a feeling as if an electric shock
was rushing around his whole body, it felt wonderful. The woman's experience
was just as enjoyable, this lad was so good "OH GOD, YESSSSSS!" and she didn't
say that often either!

Back in the living room and it was getting harder and harder, as the young
'schoolgirl' carried on with her vicious pounding of her man. Chris' face was
bloody and battered, but somehow that didn't put the girl off hitting him so
more. In fact, it just seemed to make her want to hit him some more, so she
did! She stood up and now started to bring her boots down on his body,
stamping him, trampling him, crushing his body and face under her boots.

In the bedroom the lad had delivered load after load and when every drop was
expelled he collapsed and fell onto this amazing woman that had, seduced,
raped, guiled, sucked, licked, ridden and had him. The lad rolled of her wet
body and down onto the bed in an exhausted heap and soon faded off into a
restful sleep. A very satisfied Mrs S'atan got up off the bed, she snapped her
fingers and a long red silk dressing gown suddenly appeared on her. She looked
down at her young lover, the lad had done well, very well, he had excellent
'staying power' and yes, she would keep this one. She put out her finger that
now glowed bright red, she placed the finger on her boy's bare arse, there was
smoke and the smell of burning. Pulling her finger away there was now a mark,
a brand on the lad's arse, the mark left was a pair of horns and it meant he
belonged to her and no one else!

Over on the other side of the road and there was another collapsed male, a man
out cold, Chris was broken and he was going be getting up after this. The
schoolgirl Hissy had used her boot, driven it down hard and finished him off.
This was just another man who had come off worse at the hands of this
particular, different schoolgirl. Hissy was a bit disappointed, she'd hoped
for someone with a bit more 'staying power' and now she would now have to find
yet another replacement to have 'fun' with. She shook her head 'they just
don't make men like they use to!'

In the last house Mrs S'atan have gone downstairs and into the room where all
the remaining lads where gather, all of them looked cute, scared and eager to
please, which was good. 'But could any of these lad's match what she'd just
had?' The woman wasn't too confident, so pointed to two lads, 'double up and
let's see what these two can do?' Then she noticed a sweet looking one, she
pointed to him as well, 'let's make it three, why not treat myself, well it is
Halloween!'

In the house next to Chris, the man of the house, Tony, had just poured
himself a large drink, it had been a long week at work and he was glad the
weekend was here. It was even better as his wife had taken the kids out 'Trick
or Treating' which meant he was able to enjoy a nice, quiet, peaceful evening
with no ... ... , DING! DONG! 'Shit!' He didn't need this, all he just wanted
to do was ... ... , DING! DONG! Tony just didn't want this right now, he ...
... , DING! DONG! That was it, he was going to give whoever it was a right ...
... , DING! DONG!

The man stormed over to the front door and was about to open it ... ... ,
DING! DONG!......!

Trick or Treaters are everywhere, just beware when you answer the door, you
may want to check and see who's there first ... ... , DING! DONG!