50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 27

Halloween is officially my least favorite holiday on earth. Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to let a bunch of hooligans loose around our neighborhoods, leaving trash and wrappers all over the ground and pounding relentlessly at our doorbells until the early morning hours.

I've unofficially declared myself to be the scrooge of Halloween. I kept most of my house lights off and my shades were tightly drawn to deter any pests, but still, they rang and rang- snooping around for free food and leaving an unsightly mess on my porch when they didn't find any.

I had my headphones practically glued over my ears with loud music blasting through them, to drown the obnoxious laughter and screams coming from the street. When finally, an hour had passed with no unwelcome visitors, I peeled off the headphones and made my way downstairs for a late snack.

Just as I had finished fixing up a plate, my doorbell rang and completely interrupted the momentary peace I had been enjoying.

"Damnit!" I said out loud, slamming my cabinet closed and going to the door. I had a right mind to tell off whatever bugger was outside. Muttering to myself, I swung the door open and found two young women standing there in what I assumed was supposed to be "costumes." They were in matching punk fairy looking get-ups, dressed in tight hot-pink dresses with ripped tights, pink extensions in their hair, and heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick.

They certainly looked too old to be trick-or-treating, which made me even more annoyed.

I finally opened my porch door and crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"Trick-or-treat," the blonde one said unenthusiastically, blowing a bubble of gum and staring at me with a bored expression.

"Aren't you girls a bit old to be looking for candy?" I asked.

The brunette was a bit peppier and actually smiled at me. "We're 18. Didn't you trick-or-treat when you were 18?"

They both pulled their panties down and took me for a ride to paradise. The brunette, whose name I learned was Millie- had a soaking wet cunt the size of a dime. Yet she somehow fit all of me into her and was riding my cock like an experienced porn star. The blonde, Terry, straddled my face and gripped my hair as I ate her pussy like a starving man. The sounds of the girl's moans mixed together and touched my ears like music.

I was powerless to do much except bury my tongue in Terry's slot and grip Millie's hips tightly as I pounded up into her as hard as I could manage.

The girls were on a mission to drain every last drop of cum from my balls and had me fuck them in every position known to man. Every chance I had to recover was done while I watched the girls explore each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues.

Millie got behind Terry and held her legs wide open, while I pounded her roughly and made her squirt. Millie wanted a good ass fucking and I did not deny her that either, bending her over my table and giving it to her nice and hard- backdoor style.

The teens got exactly what they came for, as I left them screaming, quivering messes over and over again. The three of us finally passed out in my California king bed, and I looked forward to the morning- where I'd be serving a large plate of sausage to them all over again...