Every year, it’s the same argument with the wife. One of us has to take the kids out for trick or treating and every year we argue over who did it last year. So last year I took photos. I took the kids out trick or treating and so THIS year, it was my turn to stay home and scare people and hand out the treats.

By seven o’clock, all the younger kids had already hit our house and by eight o’ clock we saw the teenagers. The teenagers were the most fun, because they were the one’s I like to scare. The wife called and said she and the kids were going to hang out at a neighbor’s house a few houses down from ours and asked if I wanted to join everyone. I politely declined telling her I was having a blast scaring the hell out of the teenagers.

I could tell by her “whatever” response, that she wasn’t happy with my choice, but I didn’t really care.

Around about nine, I spied a couple of teenage girls approaching the house, so I decided to hide behind a tree, in a dark part of our yard and then do a jump scare. The girls were older teens and I could tell they were having a great time. The giggled as they walked down the sidewalk, in their costumes. They stopped at the walk-path that lead up to our house and debated whether or not to approach.

“I know the guy that lives here,” one of the girls remarked. “I’ve baby sat for their kids.”

“Is he cute?” one of the other girls asked.

“Oh yeah,” the first girl replied. “But he’s married.”

“Is he married-married or just married?” the little Bo Peep girl asked the slutty looking nurse girl.

“Just married,” she replied.

“And you have fucked him?” the first girl inquired.

“Not yet,” the second girl replied, who then added, a quick ‘fuck you.”

“I was JUST asking,” the first girl replied.

“If I do, you’ll be the last I’ll tell,” replied the second girl.

“Well’,” said her friend, “we know you like married dick, so I’m sure it is just a matter of time.”

Damn.

The two girls approached our front door and range the doorbell. When I didn’t answer, I heard them discussing next steps.

“Who leaves on a porch light and then doesn’t answer the doorbell on Halloween?” one of the girls asked the other one.

As they turned and started down the sidewalk, I jumped from behind the tree, with my fake knife in hand. Both girls jumped and screamed, at the same time, as I stood and laughed at their response.

“You bastard!” said one of my trick or treaters, as she tried to collect herself. Suddenly, I realized the girl dressed as a slutty nurse was our baby-sitter, Roxanne. She tore down the sidewalk towards the street, dropping her pillow-case full of candy in the process. Once she hit the street, she turned back to look for her friend.

“Jesus Christ!” she called out, as she walked back up the sidewalk. “You scared the fuck out of us!”

I chuckled.

“Trick or treat,” I nonchalantly remarked.

The first girl started to pick up Roxanne’s candy bag, and promptly spilled the entire contents on the ground.

“Dang it, Brandy!” said Roxane. “Can you not watch what the fuck you're doing?”

Roxanne’s language was a shock to me. Equally shocking was her bending over at the waist, rather than squatting down, to retrieve the candy spilled on to the ground.

“Where’s your wife and the kids?” Roxanne asked.

“Oh, they’re hanging out at the Peterson’s place for a bit.”

Brandy took note of Roxanne’s very unlady-like posture, which allowed me an unimpeded view of Roxanne t-back and very cute ass.

“Roxanne!” Brandy exclaimed, trying to get her friend’s attention in a hushed tone.

“Shut up,” Roxanne mumbled back, as she picked up various pieces of candy from the ground, tossing then into her pillow-case bag. Meanwhile, I stood wide-eyed and transfixed watching the two of them retrieve the candy spillage.

Roxanne glanced back at me a couple of times as she retrieved her stash of candy but didn’t say a word.

As she picked up the last piece of candy, Roxanne turned and look in my direction. She hand-flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and then she readjusted her very short mini-skirt.

“What do you think of my costume?” Roxanne asked, holding her hands palm up, and extended outwards from her sides.

“Pretty sexy,” I replied.

“Ya think?” she replied.

“Oh yeah,” I quickly shot back, quickly appending my answer to add that the-t-back she was sporting was a nice touch.

“You’re not supposed to be saying that,” Roxanne shot back.

‘Well,” I replied, “You kind of made it an obvious show.”

“And, you liked it,” Roxanne replied.

“Oh yeah,” I replied. “What would there be to not like?” Best trick of the night.”

Roxanne chuckled.

“Don’t you mean ‘treat’?”

“No,” I replied, “The best treat of the night would be seeing you taking it off.”

“You’d like that, I bet,” Roxanne noted, twirling a lone finger in her long blonde hair.

“Well,” I replied, “It would be a nice thing to see.”

Roxanne had caught me staring at her backside a couple of times before, but she had never said anything to me about my previous indiscretions. She stepped closer to where I stood super-charged by her show. She reached out and placed a lone finger into an opening of my shirt.

“If you want to,” said Roxanne in a low and hushed voice, “I can give you a much more private and intimate showing.”

Damn.

I glanced over at her friend who was busy checking her cell phone.

“What about your friend?” I asked.

“My show is better than her show,” Roxanne shot back.

I chuckled.

I’m sure it is,” I replied, “but is she going to join us?”

Roxanne looked at Brandy,

“Hey bitch,” Roxanne called out. “Mr. Johnson has invited us into the house.”

“Sam,” I replied, correcting her.

“Does he have any liquor?” Brandy asked. Roxanne looked at me for an answer.

“Yes,” I replied. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” Brandy shot back.

“But you didn’t get any liquor from me,” I replied as I turned to walk towards the front door of my house, Roxane in tow, right behind me.

As I stepped into the house, with Roxanne right behind me, Brandy grabbed Roxanne’s arm and held her up.

“Are you sure about this?” Brandy queried.

“Oh yeah,” Roxane replied. “I’ve baby sat for him and his wife several times and he’s totally cool.”

Brandy followed Roxanne and I into the house. I fastened the deadbolt, just to be on the safe side and to avoid any accidental intrusions.

Brandy took up a station on the couch as Roxanne followed me into the kitchen, where I retrieved three shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. I quickly poured the three of us a shot glass full of the tequila. Roxanne quickly downed her shot, and then as she proffered a very pronounced wink, she asked for a refill. I was happy to oblige.

Roxanne took out her cell phone and connected to our WI-FI. In seconds, she had her playlist blaring over the in-house stereo speakers.

“Is this what you do when we’re not here?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she replied. “The kids love it!”

Roxanne and I made our way back into the living room and I unceremoniously plopped on to the couch beside Brandy, handing her a shot glass full of tequila. She quickly downed it in two short gulps, and as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled and nodded her head.

“That’s some good stuff,” Brandy declared.

Roxanne stood in front of the two of us, swaying and nodding her head to the beat of a rap tune blaring through the speakers in the room. I silently spread open my legs and using both of my hands, I patted the insides of my thighs. Roxanne didn’t miss a beat. She promptly repositioned herself between my parted legs, as she continued to sway to the heavy bass beat of the rap music, her shot glass in one hand and the tequila bottle in her other hand. She attempted to pour herself another shot of the tequila but ended up spilling more on to the carpet than into the glass. I took the shot glass and the tequila from her and finished off the task, handing her back the shot glass. Brandy took the tequila bottle from me and took a swig from it.

“Go easy,” I said, “I don’t need y’all get drunk.”

I was a little bit worried about the drinking, but then I got distracted,

Roxanne placed her hands on my legs, leaned forward and suggestively asked, “Would you like a show?”

“That’s why we are here,” I replied.

Roxanne pirouetted around and then she planted her cute little ass right on to my lap, wiggling herself back and forth.

Damn.

After a few seconds of some serious lap grinding, she leaned back against me. She handed Brandy her shot glass, and then she placed her hands on to my knees and leaned forward, and she hiked up her miniskirt, giving me an unimpeded view of her ass. As she did, she looped a finger into each side of her small-t-back and slowly pulled them downward. Her t-back was wedged into the crack of her ass, but that issue only existed a nano-second. She quickly worked her t-back down her legs and past her knees and then gently stepped out of it. She sat back down on my lap and resumed her grinding motion, her hands still planted on my legs above my knees, her bare ass and pussy resting on my lap.

Meanwhile, Brandy sat looking at her cell phone, while taking a couple of more drinks from the tequila bottle.

Roxanne spun around and launched herself back onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips, her shaved kitty coming to rest against the bulge that had formed in my crotch. She placed her hands on my shoulders and stared straight into my face, biting down on her lower lip. She shifted her hips from side to side, to the heavy beat of the music blaring from the living room speakers.

“How's it feel?” Roxanne asked.

‘If you keep doing this,” I said, “I’ll cum in my pants.”

“Oh no,” Roxanne quickly replied, “We can’t have that happen. You have to cum inside of me.”

Damn.

At this point, Brandy declared she needed to go. Roxanne grabbed Brandy’s arm and declared,

“No way, bitch! You got me here, you stay here.”

“I’m not staying to watch you get fucked,” Brandy declared.

“Yes, you are,” Roxanne shot back. “Or I’ll tell about Sam.”

“Who the heck is Sam?” I asked.

“He’s a football player,” Roxanne said. “I caught him and Brandy fucking in his car.”

Brandy turned about four shades of red at the mention of this guy Sam.

“The girl can fuck,” Roxane declared. “She made me watch and then she stood by and watched as Sam fucked me as well.”

I looked at Brandy who declared, “That’s not true! You wanted to fuck him as much as I did.”

I cocked my head sideways, trying to process all of the discussion points as they happened.

“That’s not true,” Roxanne argued back. “You begged me to let him fuck me.”

“Yes, I did,” Brandy declared. “and you enjoyed every minute of it.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Roxanne declared. “But you made me stay there and I did.”

I looked back at Brandy and told her that “fair was only fair.”

Brandy looked back at her cell phone and acquiesced, saying, “I’ll stay, but I am not fucking you.”

I was fine with that. Brandy was cute, but she definitely didn’t have the cuteness- factor going on, quite like Roxanne.

“Suit yourself,” I replied. “Never say no to a good fuck.”

Roxanne returned to rocking back and forth on my lap, her hands on my shoulders. She stared intently into my eyes and I did the same in return. I slipped my hands up under the edges of her shirt and on to her soft sides. She crisscrossed her arms and in one single motion, she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the side. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra, slipping her arms through the spaghetti straps, while holding the bar in place. She then allowed her bra to fall to her lap, fully exposing her taunt and tight little breasts to come into full view. Her hardened nipples were perched perfectly on top of her 36 c-cup globes. She teased her nipples between her thumbs and fingertips, asking what I thought.

“Very nice,” I answered, proffering a very pronounced wink. I quickly stripped out of my t-shirt, and tossed it to the side.

“Oh God, Brandy declared, “Do I really need to be a part of this?”

“Yes,” Roxanne shot back.

Roxanne shot off my lap and on to Brandy’s lap, straddling her much in the same way she had been straddling me.

“Hold up, bitch!” Brandy eclaimed, as Roxanne began to grind on Brandy’s lap, grabbing her boobs and massaging them with her hands.

“Bitch, shut up!” Roxanne instructed. “You know you want it.”

“But I am not lesbo,” Brady declared.

“Yes, you are,” Roxanne shot back. “Don’t deny it.”

Brandy sat wide-eyed and in shock as Roxanne continued to press into her, taking Brandy’s hands and placing them on to her exposed boobs. And holding them in place.

“Tell me,” Roxanne pushed, “Tell me these don’t feel good to you.”

“Yes,” Brandy replied, “They definitely are massage ready.”

“Then, fucking massage them,” Roxanne instructed.

Brandy closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth.

“Bitch,” extolled Roxanne, “You know you want it.”

Brandy took in a deep breath and exhaled forcefully. She looked over at me and apologized. I had no idea why she was apologizing, but I soon figured it out. Brandy was bi and she didn’t want anyone to know it. After confirming what I thought to be true, I reassured Brandy that her sexual orientation was nothing to be ashamed of and that it would remain our secret.

Brandy was genuinely relived to know I was not an opinionated goofball or close-minded about sex.

“Look,” I said, “everyone is different.”

“I’m still not fucking you,” Brandy declared. As she looked at me. “Its nothing against you personally, but I like younger girls and guy.,”

Ouch.

I reassured her that with age came experience, but that I would totally and completely accept her decision.

“You’re still not leaving,” Roxanne declared, as she climbed off of Brandy’s lap.

She looked down at me and asked, “Why am I the only naked person in the room?”

“Because you are in hyper drive,” Brandy replied.

“Well,” Roxanne answered, one of the two of you needs to help a poor girl out.”

I looked at Brandy and Brandy looked back at me.

“You’re halfway there,” Brady noted.

“Yeah,” I replied, “But right now, “I think Id like to see what the two of you can do for each other. I can take care of myself and play second fiddle.”

Brandy looked at Roxanne to see what Roxanne wanted. Roxanne stared down at me and then over at Brandy. I looked over at Brandy and asked,

“Why are you the only person here who isn’t topless?”

“I’m shy,” Brandy replied.

“Give me a break,” I argued back. “Let’s see the rack.”

Brandy rolled her eyes as she shook her head back and forth.

“Oh gee,” I replied, “You’ve got tits to die for and you don’t want to show them off? Really?”

“Fine,” Brandy replied. She stripped out of her shirt and then her bra. Her boobs were equally as impressive as Roxanne’s boobs.

“Now that’s what I am talking about,” I declared, as Roxanne chimed in with her vocal support. “Now, What about the rest of you?”

“You just want to see two naked girls,” Brandy opined.

“And what would be wrong with that?” I asked.

Brandy chuckled, “I’m still not fucking you.”

“I’m not asking you to,” I shot back.

Brandy stood up and peeled out of her blue jeans and then her pink panties. Like Roxanne, she was clean shaven downstairs and she had a great body.

Roxanne tool up a seat on the couch, half-sitting, but mostly reclining.

“So, who wants first shot at me? Roxanne asked.

Brandy repositioned herself between Roxanne’s slightly parted legs. Brandy silently dropped to her knees, leaning forward to plant an erotic kiss on Roxanne’s abdomen. Roxanne hummed her approval and pulled her friend up on to herself, as I took up a seat beside them on the couch between the two unlikely lovers.

Brandy worked her way up Roxanne’s slender body, planting kisses on her breasts, her neck and behind Roxanne’s left ear as Roxanne hummed her approvals. I eased out of my jeans and my underwear as my two teenage nubile visitors silently pleasured each other beside me.

Roxanne spied my nakedness first. She silently winked in my direction and then head-nodded her approval for me to join in the fun. I slipped my hand on to Brandy’s back and then to her buttocks. Her legs were slightly parted, so I reached between them and inserted a lone finger straight into her dripping wet pussy. She cooed and hummed her approvals, totally unaware that the finger probing her erogenous zone was mine.

I think she finally realized it was me doing the dirty deed, when Roxanne placed both of her hands on to Brandy’s face to try and suck the life out of her. Brandy looked back to see me kneeling behind her, my finger buried deep inside of her pussy. Her eyes widened and then suddenly, she lowered her head, as a massive orgasm rolled through her. Her womanly juices flooded her pussy, my fingers and my hand.

“Okay,” Brandy said after taking in a deep breath and forcefully exhaling. “Fuck me.”

“Glady,” I replied, pulling her buttocks upwards, by lifting her midsection from off of Roxanne. I was rock hard at this point. I didn’t need any priming. I slipped the head of my nine-inch tool into the small slit between Brandy’s parted legs. I was surprised at how easy it was to push forward, my cock disappearing into her very wet and moist pussy.

I rocked back and forth, my cock sliding back and forth in Brandy’s pussy as she grunted out her approvals with each of my pelvic thrusts.

“You’re going to make me cum,” Brandy declared.

“That’s my intention,” I said. It wouldn’t take much at that point.

“Oh! God!” Brandy cried out, as she dug her fingernails into Roxanne’s thighs. I picked up the pace, my pelvic bone crashing into her buttocks with flesh on flesh slapping sound. Suddenly she went limp and her entire body began to shake and tremble. She flooded me with her womanly juices. I pulled out, gently setting her down on the side of the couch, her upper body resting in Roxanne’s lap, her lower torso setting on the floor.

I looked down at Roxanne and declared that it was now her turn. Roxanne grabbed my dick and shoved it into her mouth, as I stood in front of her, Brandy was passed out beside us on the couch. Roxanne only sucked on my cock for a brief thirty seconds before declaring she too needed a good fucking. I was happy to oblige.

“Fuck me doggie style,” Roxanne pleaded, as she slipped on to the floor beside her friend, her butt arching upwards, her head buried into her folded arms. I slipped my tool into the crack between her legs and up to her star fish.

“Not there,” Roxanne pleaded. Too late. I shoved my cock into her tiny asshole, and she shrieked. I quickly pulled out and apologized, as I moved my tool into the tiny slit between her legs. Like Brandy, she was easy to enter and a pleasure to fuck.

Brandy opened her eyes.

“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed, as she saw me pounding away at Roxanne. She sat up, her back against the edge of the couch.

“Fucking cum,” Roxanne pleaded.

I grabbed her hips and dug in my fingers, shooting a massive load deep into her pussy, as she fist- pounded the seat of he couch. My cum streamed down the inside of her thigh and pooled on to the floor as she shook and trembled.

“Oh! God!” she yelled out as a massive orgasm rolled though her tiny body.

Brandy chuckled.

“I know that feeling,” Brandy said as her friend buried her head into the couch cushion, shaking and trembling. I pulled out and one final spurt half-shot onto Roxanne’s bare ass. Brandy used a finger to scoop the small spillage up and wipe it on the seat cushion of the couch.

I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed several paper towels and dish-drying towels. We cleaned up quickly and I tossed the soiled towels into the trash to cover any traces of our illicit activities. Air fresher took care of the lingering smells.

“What a fuck,” Roxanne declared as she got dressed.

“He was better than Sam,” Brandy declared.

“Yes, he was,” Roxanne replied. “Way better.”

“So how was your Halloween trick or treating?” I asked.

“Damn good,” Roxanne replied. Brandy concurred.

I walked them to the front door and watched as they sauntered into the cool night-time air.

It would be another hour before the wife would come back.

“Wow,” my wife declared, “It smells good in here.”

“I did some cleaning,” I replied. “It’s the least I could do since you were out with the kids.”

“How were the trick or treaters?” she asked.

“Same as always,” I declared, “Although there were a couple of wild teenage girls that I had to corral.”

“Yeah, right,” she replied. “You couldn’t be that lucky.”

Ouch.

I tried to tell the truth, but for whatever reason, the wife didn’t believe me. Oh well.