[hello! Since we have a few weeks before Halloween. I'll post this tale in smaller chunks before then. Enjoy!]
Tricks Behind the Door
by DiscipleN
"Candy corn?" The woman sneered after looking in her son's bag of treats. "Is that all? It's not even freak'n wrapped!" She glared and tucked her light jacket tight in the late summer, cool air. "When we get home, Jimmy, these go straight into the trash!"
The Fortnite Blaze costume stood below her chin, "It's okay, Mom." The boy smiled, winked, and thanked me for the treats. He pushed his mother along, down from our porch and into the cheerful gloom of Halloween.
There was a knock on the back door. I shut the front and turned off the porch light. I had to pass the wobbling coffin on our living room carpet, to get to the back entrance. It was peak hour for trick or treating, when leaving your post guaranteed an egging and T.P.ing of the front yard. I had zero such fears. I cracked open the back door and asked, "What did you bring?" A fake, skeletal hand offered a bag to me. I accepted it, shut the door, and emptied its contents on the kitchen table.
My price was real candy for each loose candy corn kernel. Despite some shitty nougat bars, the offer was decent, including my favorite coconut paste filled chocolates, with and without almonds. Turning back to the door, I opened it wide.
"Take a seat. You're next in line."
The five foot skeleton padded in on black sneakers. 'Skelly' sat in the chair closest to the living room.
"Show the next kid, what the guy in there shows you." I pointed to the living room.
Skelly nodded.
One of my fantasies was, a girl would find out about the treat behind my house's door. Could this be one? Their costume hid their sex very well. That wasn't difficult at our age.
I ambled to the front door. The plus sized coffin creaked loudly as I passed. Muffled groans escaped from under the lid. Glimmers of light seeped out. Behind me, the skeleton's chair rattled in reaction to the sound.
I grinned, grabbed my sack of candy corn, and switched on the porch light.
Behind me the full sized coffin lid squeaked open. A rank odor reached me after one occupant climbed out. He clumped to the kitchen. Whispers ensued at the kitchen entrance.
The doorbell rang. I opened the front door.
"Twick or Tweat" A very young fairy waved her wand at me. A man beside the tot held open a sack for her. I took one of the nougat bars from my pocket and dropped it in the sack. "Happy Halloween!" I closed the door.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the skeleton climbing into the coffin. They quickly shut the lid on top of them.
I opened the entry closet door and peeked at the source of a pale, blue glow in that minimal space.
The doorbell rang. I shut the closet and opened the front door.
"Trick, or the Treat behind the door." The dumbest looking Spiderman ever, held up his bag.
I was getting pretty good at counting twenty corns as a handful. I dug them out of my sack and sprinkled them into Spider-lame's.
A high pitched squeal shot out of the coffin. Spiderman cringed and backed down the steps. Would he be back?
I closed the front door and turned to the closet. Opening it, I saw Mother's face half buried under a writhing, young ass. The skeleton's loose leggings were strung across their owner's knees just above Mom's head. What was Mom sucking, cock or pussy? I really wanted to know. I wanted to rip open my vampire robes and jack off. I switched the baby monitor to the second camera.
Skelly's skull mask remained over their face, but enough cloth had been pushed up to free their mouth. It munched busily on Mom's hairy cunt.
The doorbell rang.
"Hey, are you the kid with the treat behind the door?" A college dude wearing a thin cardboard Ronald Reagan mask, stood like a snob in his sweater and jeans. I'd figured this might happen.
"Did you bring your pedophile certificate signed by the county?"
"Fuck, what?" He backed away.
"You have to be a registered pedophile, dude, to get that treat. I'm not talking just any, sex offender credential. Prove you're a pedophile or go jack off in the fucking bushes."
"This is shit. You ain't got fuck-all behind the door."
Mother shrieked from inside the coffin!
College boy Reagan fled for the hills!
...to be continued...
Tricks Behind the Door
by DiscipleN
"Candy corn?" The woman sneered after looking in her son's bag of treats. "Is that all? It's not even freak'n wrapped!" She glared and tucked her light jacket tight in the late summer, cool air. "When we get home, Jimmy, these go straight into the trash!"
The Fortnite Blaze costume stood below her chin, "It's okay, Mom." The boy smiled, winked, and thanked me for the treats. He pushed his mother along, down from our porch and into the cheerful gloom of Halloween.
There was a knock on the back door. I shut the front and turned off the porch light. I had to pass the wobbling coffin on our living room carpet, to get to the back entrance. It was peak hour for trick or treating, when leaving your post guaranteed an egging and T.P.ing of the front yard. I had zero such fears. I cracked open the back door and asked, "What did you bring?" A fake, skeletal hand offered a bag to me. I accepted it, shut the door, and emptied its contents on the kitchen table.
My price was real candy for each loose candy corn kernel. Despite some shitty nougat bars, the offer was decent, including my favorite coconut paste filled chocolates, with and without almonds. Turning back to the door, I opened it wide.
"Take a seat. You're next in line."
The five foot skeleton padded in on black sneakers. 'Skelly' sat in the chair closest to the living room.
"Show the next kid, what the guy in there shows you." I pointed to the living room.
Skelly nodded.
One of my fantasies was, a girl would find out about the treat behind my house's door. Could this be one? Their costume hid their sex very well. That wasn't difficult at our age.
I ambled to the front door. The plus sized coffin creaked loudly as I passed. Muffled groans escaped from under the lid. Glimmers of light seeped out. Behind me, the skeleton's chair rattled in reaction to the sound.
I grinned, grabbed my sack of candy corn, and switched on the porch light.
Behind me the full sized coffin lid squeaked open. A rank odor reached me after one occupant climbed out. He clumped to the kitchen. Whispers ensued at the kitchen entrance.
The doorbell rang. I opened the front door.
"Twick or Tweat" A very young fairy waved her wand at me. A man beside the tot held open a sack for her. I took one of the nougat bars from my pocket and dropped it in the sack. "Happy Halloween!" I closed the door.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the skeleton climbing into the coffin. They quickly shut the lid on top of them.
I opened the entry closet door and peeked at the source of a pale, blue glow in that minimal space.
The doorbell rang. I shut the closet and opened the front door.
"Trick, or the Treat behind the door." The dumbest looking Spiderman ever, held up his bag.
I was getting pretty good at counting twenty corns as a handful. I dug them out of my sack and sprinkled them into Spider-lame's.
A high pitched squeal shot out of the coffin. Spiderman cringed and backed down the steps. Would he be back?
I closed the front door and turned to the closet. Opening it, I saw Mother's face half buried under a writhing, young ass. The skeleton's loose leggings were strung across their owner's knees just above Mom's head. What was Mom sucking, cock or pussy? I really wanted to know. I wanted to rip open my vampire robes and jack off. I switched the baby monitor to the second camera.
Skelly's skull mask remained over their face, but enough cloth had been pushed up to free their mouth. It munched busily on Mom's hairy cunt.
The doorbell rang.
"Hey, are you the kid with the treat behind the door?" A college dude wearing a thin cardboard Ronald Reagan mask, stood like a snob in his sweater and jeans. I'd figured this might happen.
"Did you bring your pedophile certificate signed by the county?"
"Fuck, what?" He backed away.
"You have to be a registered pedophile, dude, to get that treat. I'm not talking just any, sex offender credential. Prove you're a pedophile or go jack off in the fucking bushes."
"This is shit. You ain't got fuck-all behind the door."
Mother shrieked from inside the coffin!
College boy Reagan fled for the hills!
...to be continued...