Happy Halloween
By Montrose
Billy boy survives the night with Debbi

I joined the company right out of college and was placed on the web's
e-commerce team. There were four of us on the team at my level; Jason the
caffeine addict, Steve the office rake, Debbi a playful amazon, and me. I
was the youngest and newest to the team by three years. By the time the
office Halloween party started to roll around, I was beginning to hear
rumors of wild times. Apparently, the entire programming staff threw a
massive Halloween bash at the local watering hole every year and it was the
time when everyone let their hair down. Picture the drinking and festival of
an office Christmas party, but with costumes. All the teams would be there
and ready to let loose.

I had a hard time deciding on a costume. Superman would let me show off my
"package" but might appear a bit pretentious... and the rest of my muscles
really weren't man-of-steel material. Cross-dressing as Hillary Clinton
would get some laughs, but I hadn't been on the team long enough to go for
those kinds of laughs. So I settled for the easy one  - a Blues Brother
complete with dark suit and shades. A bit out of date, but easy to wear all
night and look cool.

The party lived up to the hype. I got there at 8:30 PM and everyone was
already half smashed. I found Jason dressed like Speed Racer and downing
Irish coffees. He pointed out Debbi dressed as a naughty catholic schoolgirl
dancing with Steve dressed like Tarzan (and he actually had the bod for it,
the bastard). They looked hot together and it made my heart ache. I've been
having dreams about Debbi ever since I started.

As I stared at her, I forgot to notice where she was looking and only
realized when she called out my name that she had spotted my.

"Billy!" She squealed across the dance floor. "Billy's here!" and she left
Tarzan dancing with himself. He looked ticked, but only for a moment because
two other girls took her place.

Jason mumbled, "Heads up William, you're next." And then he skipped away for
more caffeine.

By the time Debbi got to me at the bar the bartender already had her gin and
tonic waiting. For some reason he gave me a wink with the beer I requested.

Debbi, who normally stood four inches taller than me at her usual 6 feet
height (1.83 meters) was tonight wearing heels so I was looking straight
into her breasts as she gave me a hug and spilled a third of her drink on my
head.

"Whoops!" she giggled. "She dusted the gin out of my hair then put her arm
around my shoulder. "Sorry Billy-boy. I've had a little too much to drink."
And she drained her glass and waived it at the bartender for more. I drained
my beer as I looked up at her. She was hot in that white blouse, short plaid
skirt and knee socks. It was more erotic than authentic catholic schoolgirl,
but it worked on her.

I noticed as the evening wore on that no other women got within five guys of
Debbi. Apparently she had her pick. The puzzling part was how much time she
spent with me. Every so often Steve/Tarzan would muscle in for a dance, but
as soon as the dance was over Debbi would push him away and hunt me down.
And none of the other girls from the office bothered talking to me even when
Debbi was away. I got the idea I was marked as hers tonight.

I got more confident as the beer went down and started dancing dirty with
Debbi out on the floor. And she seemed so happy, it was like I was doing her
a favor instead of the other way around!

After last call Tarzan made one more play. He found Debbi's coat and she let
him slip it on. As he did he whispered something in her ear. She smiled and
turned to him slowly. She ran a hand down his ripped belly. My heart sank -
it looked like my fun was over.

Steve caught my eye and smiled down at me in a smug way as Debbi's hand slid
into his loincloth. But then his expression changed to panic and he doubled
over, face first into the hardwood bar. Debbi's forearm muscles bulged as
she clutched his sack in her hand and squeezed the juice out of it. Steve
tried to push her hand away but he wasn't strong enough. She let go when she
was ready and Steve dropped to the floor in a ball.

Debbi grabbed my car keys out of my hand, then grabbed my collar and pulled
me along. "Lesss go." She slurred. She stepped over Steve. I stumbled over
him, but Debbi held me up.

I was a bit nervous about Debbi driving but I didn't live far. But then I
noticed we weren't going to my place. When we finally swerved into a parking
spot at her building she leaned over and grabbed my face, then rammed her
tongue into it. I gasped for air in between passionate kisses. She reached
over and opened the door on my side and pushed me out onto the pavement. She
crawled out and was on me before I could get up. More kisses ensued as she
held me captive under her exploring my face with her mouth.


An old couple walked by and stared. I tried to pull Debbi's skirt over her
big ass as it waived back and forth in the moonlight but she wiggled too
much. The old man got quite an eye-full.

When the doorman stepped up Debbi took his hand and helped herself up. He
grunted with the effort. I weigh 170 pounds (about 77 kilograms). Based on
what Debbi felt like when she was on top of me I would have to guess she
tipped the scales at 190 (over 86 kilograms). There was some feminine fat on
her, but she was mostly rock-hard under that.

I stood up, rising from the ground at Debbi's feet.

"You all right, Miss Henson?" asked the doorman keeping an eye on me like
all this was my fault.

"I'm okay now, but I'm going to be feeling great in about 2 hours, James."
She replied. James nodded, tipped his cap to her and opened the door for us.
With her skirt up around her waist Debbi stepped regally into the high-rise
she called home with me tucked under one arm. I turned and saw James
watching Debbi's white panty clad ass rock its way onto the elevator. He
adjusted his groin and went back to his post.

Once she pushed the button for the 42nd floor Debbi mashed me against a wall
and whipped my dark glasses into the corner. She lunged forward and bit my
neck so hard I screamed. She giggled and let up. The doors opened and a
young woman got on before she saw us. After the doors closed she backed up
against the far wall and eyed us with alarm. Debbi ignored her and roamed
her hands up and down my body. Again I tried to lower her skirt, but failed.

The doors opened again and Debbi propelled us both into the corridor. I
watched the young woman leap for the close door button.

Debbi fumbled with the keys, finally gave up and kicked the door open, left
it open and half carried me into the bedroom. She dropped me and I fell to
the floor at her feet as she tore her blouse off not bothering to unbutton
it. Little fake pearl buttons bounced around the room.

Now that we were alone I felt brave and moved to lower her panties for her.
It was just what she wanted by the way she groaned and ripped her skirt off.
Still wearing knee socks and patent-leather pumps, Debbi picked me up and
dropped me onto the bed. I started to unbutton my shirt but Debbi was
impatient. She shredded my shirt and tore my pants down to my ankles, then
ripped my boxers open in the front with her hands and teeth.

That last part scared the crap out of me.

"YES!" She shouted as she eyed my blue-steel throbber. She sank on it with
her face. Immediately I saw sparks and arched my back with the pleasure. She
had my entire shaft in her mouth as she rotated and dropped her dripping
muff onto my face. At first I panicked for lack of air, but then I noticed
she writhed whenever I got to work on her. So as long as I kept licking I
would have access to air now and then as she rocked.

After a while she started howling as I worked my magic. Debbi was a noisy
one and it did my ego good to hear how happy she was. But eventually she
couldn't take any more and she flipped around to mount my rod. Finally, I
thought to myself. I was about to explode!

She slipped my meat in and worked it slow. For such a big girl she was
surprisingly tight. She slid me in deeper and deeper until she eventually
touched bottom, then she lifted up and did it again, slowly. The next time
she started picking up speed like a freight train - and nothing better get
in her way.

He breasts banged into my face as she humped, so I reached for one to play
with it. Debbi grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. "NO!" she
snarled and she kept on humping.

It felt like by bones would come apart before she finished banging on me. I
started to mount the stairs to my own climax. Debbi must have sensed it. She
let go of my wrists and grabbed me by the throat. She didn't break stride
but she focused her eyes deep into mine as she crushed my neck and snarled,
"If you come before I do, so help me I'll snap your fucking neck!"

And she kept one massive hand locked around my neck, cutting off air as she
got what she wanted. I was scared for my life, but kept the massive hard-on
she was hammering down on. My hands pulled uselessly at her wrist in an
attempt to get air.

I felt the heat rise in my face. I could hear my own heart in my ears.
Eventually I couldn't see anymore as I neared blacking out and I prayed to
live. Then I felt a shift in Debbi's rhythm. She jolted and quaked and
shifted again. She howled and screamed. Her fingers tightened around my
throat and her clit tightened around my cock. And them she blasted
bolt-upright and grabbed her own massive jugs and moaned. My cock felt
wet-hot fire coming from her groin as I gasped for air. Then she fell
forward onto me, blocking out all light and air.

She moaned and panted for a while before she moved. Her sweat dripped onto
me and into my eyes. She twitched with the aftershocks now and then, but not
enough to give me air. I began to beg under her. "Please, Debbi. I can't
breath. Please move." But I don't think any sound made it up through the
flesh of her chest.

But before I lost it she pushed herself up a bit. Her hair hung down over
her face and she was covered in salty sweat. "Not bad, Billy-boy." She
gasped. "Nicely done."

She slowly slipped my still hard rod from her quim and slid her groin up to
my lips. As if we had been doing it for years and this was our pattern, she
lifted my head to her hairy clam. Out of fear and from the delicious smell
of her womanly musk, I began licking, cleaning her up.

She arched her back and pulled her long hair into place. She rubbed her muff
up and down on my head, covering it with goo, like she was marking
territory. Then she curled up with my waist and arms pinned between her legs
and wordlessly went to sleep.

I tried to push her leg and arm up enough to squirm out but she clamped down
and drew me in as she slept. For a moment I thought she was going to
suffocate me in her chest again, but she let me have air. I lay trapped,
gently scissored by this amazon all night unable to sleep. I had not been
granted the blessing of release that she had taken for herself. My cock was
still loaded and ready to fire. I would have humped the flesh of her thigh,
but she had it over my stomach. I would have beat off, but she had my arms
pinned. So I lay there, unable to sleep, horny as I have ever been, staring
at a set of massive jugs, smelling musky female funk, and unable to do a
freaking thing.

Meanwhile, Debbi slept the sleep of angels.

Mercifully, she stirred around 9:00 in the morning. I worked a bit loose and
she let me go. I was almost to the edge of the bed when she moaned and
grabbed my arm. With one jerk she had me back on the bed and was on top of
me. "I may not remember all of last night, but I can tell I had a good time,
lover." And she kissed me - gently this time. My cock throbbed into her
belly. "Well, you randy dog. Can't get enough?"

I stammered. She giggled.

"What time is it?" she asked then looked at the clock. "You want eggs?" and
she got up and grabbed a robe.

My heart sank. It didn't look like she was in the mood to let me get mine.

I stood up and reached for my pants. Somehow she moved up behind me without
my hearing her, like a cat. Being gun-shy by now I jumped and dropped my
pants. She seemed startled by the response.

"Easy boy. No one's gonna hurt you. I just asked if you wanted some eggs."
And she raised a hairbrush. I flinched as she started combing her hair. I
knew she wouldn't hit me with it, but I couldn't stop the flinch.

Now she looked puzzled. She looked at the brush, then at me. She raised it
like she would backhand me with it and I raised my arms and dropped to my
knees before her.

"What the hell happened last night?" she murmured. "Are you all right?"

"Yes miss." I replied, trying to regain composure. "I mean sure... Debbi..."
I stood up and began to pull on my pants.

She pinned me against the wall with her chest. Her hands stopped my pants. I
dropped them to the floor again. "On your knees." She whispered, and somehow
I squeezed out from under her tits and fell to my knees - face to face with
her muff. She turned and pushed her ass in my face "Use your tongue." She
whispered again and I did - all the way up her hole. She groaned, but then
she stepped away and turned to look down at me, her hands on her hips.

"It looks like a got me a fuckin' dog. And with a big bone at that." She
giggled. I stayed where I was on the floor, humiliated. She thought for a
moment, then said, "Go make me breakfast - 3 scrambled eggs, loads of bacon,
toast and hashbrowns. Have it ready when I get out of the shower, dog." And
she left.

I reached for my pants. "No clothes." She called from the bathroom. "There's
an apron in the kitchen."

After closing the broken front door (the lock would need to be replaced), I
walked naked to the kitchen and did as she asked.

I stood by and served as she ate - a lot. I had to make more eggs and bacon
fast. I ate what I could from the pan. When she was done she wiped her face
and stood to face me. She looked lovely in a plain white t-shirt and red
panties, no shoes.

"Okay Billy-boy. Let's see what you got." She teased and pushed my
shoulders. I fell backwards over the couch. She waited for me to get up.

"Debbi, you and I both know who's going to win. Don't you think..."

She interrupted me with a stinging smack across the face. That stopped my
chatter and ticked me off.

"Maybe you want to make it interesting." She suggested. "I win, you fix my
lock. You win, you name it - I'll do anything you want." She winked then and
said "Anything" in the kind of voice that sent my heart to my ears.

I dove at her with all my might and grabbed her around the waist, hoping to
tip her over. I drove her back one step. Then she wrapped her arms around my
waist and picked me up upside down and threw me over onto the couch.

That took what little confidence I had away, but I was still pissed and
ready to win that prize in her pants. I changed again and grabbed a leg,
trying to pull it up. It didn't budge. Instead she settled down on top of me
and it was all over. The girl had a remarkable balance and agility that was
beyond me to overcome, let alone her superior size and strength. In no time
she was sitting on my chest with her knees on my arms.

"It looks like I win again." She giggled, playfully slapping my face. "Are
you sure you tried?"

"Yes..."

"Huh" She started tickling me. "Are you still trying?" Her fingers dug into
my ribs and made me squirm and laugh. "You gotta tell me, dog, cause I can't
tell." My squirming only succeeded in moving her muff from my chest onto my
neck.

"Stop tickling!" I shouted.

"Make me." She laughed. I struggled for all I was worth and only managed to
land her muff on my head. She sat there, smothering me and tickling me. "Are
you still trying to fight? Are you really this weak?" She giggled.

Soon thing became serious. I had no air and my lungs were empty. Debbi
showed no sign of mercy. I blacked out in a couple of minutes of this
torture.

When I awoke I found Debbi already riding my cock and working up a lather.
Her eyes were back in her head. From the wet spot under me I gathered she
had been at it for a while. Also I felt more battered than last night.

But I also felt the rising tide of release. Debbi managed to climax once
more just before I did. I blasted my entire load up inside her. It felt good
at the time, but tasted much different when she slid her box onto my face
and made me clean her up. She let me go around 3. I had her door fixed by 6
that evening. And she let me go again in 2 days.

Back at work it was obvious that the office knew. I had survived a rite of
passage and was more a part of the team. But Debbi acted like nothing had
happened.

I can't wait until next Halloween.