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Happy Hallow weenie

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Dutch Posted on: 02 Nov 2003 1 comments
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I tried to finish and submit this story in time for the 31st, but just got too busy. Thanks to all of you who write. Keep it up...so to speak.Happy Hallowed WeenieHalloween night has always been one of my favorite dates of the year. As a child it was thrilling to join other nocturnal marauders. Packs of juvenile vampires, werewolves, hobos, and princesses venturing into the neighborhoods, little beams from flashlights leading the way, plastic hollow pumpkins, shopping bags, and pillow cases readied to collect the evenings booty.It was more than the solicitation for candy that I relished. There was the mysterious, mischievous, atmosphere of the night. It was the yellow-orange glow of jack-o-lanterns illuminating the porches, the light of the candles inside dancing behind the square carved teeth. A special place in my heart remains to this day for the residents who bothered to dangle spider webs across their vestibules, plant cardboard tombstones in the yard, or play the 'scary sounds' LP with the speaker aimed out the window. The donning of a disguise allowed one to take on roles different from the everyday, be it mask, cape, wig, or make up. Whether it was a head covered in gauze wrap, or a sheet with eyeholes, we were emboldened to enact whatever ghoulish, or angelic, deed we desired. We could menace our neighbors for confectionaries when we were timid, show off to girls when we were shy. We boldly bounded up unfamiliar stairs, cut through steamy back alleyways, working our way through the neighborhood, half in search of candy, half just charged by the freedom and excitement of the dark. The proceedings of the night seemed unconstrained. What responsibility for our actions that were not deflected by our disguises, were enveloped and hidden by the darkness of the night.All good things come to an end. We grew too large and old to haunt the neighborhood without the raising of eyebrows, and the possibility of an evening of quality time spent at the local police station.Luckily, the desire to adventure for candy waned at this time to be replaced by the desire for something much more healthful, and better tasting: girls. It is a magical time in a boy's life, the loss of desire for Sweet Tarts, Bazooka Joe's, and Good-n-Plenty's, for the insatiable desire of lips, nipples, and most of the rest of a young woman's body. We go from working feverously to return home on Halloween night with a full sack of candy, to working feverously to empty our "sacks".It is the same role-playing and mischievous spirit of Halloween that I love today. I was in my early twenties when I was fortunate to know Jennifer. We had been colleagues and friends for a number of months before stumbling into a sexual relationship. We had quickly become close friends, and when I accepted a promotion to another city the loss of each other?s company triggered a furious love affair. It was extremely physical, but loving and still deeply honest. Neither of us wanted to attempt a long distance relationship. We set a time limit- a month- and then we would continue on with our lives. I continued to travel to her city on weekends for the remainder of our time. I would have been absolutely satisfied if we had never left her bed.The last weekend of my month happened to include Halloween. Friday night I threw my little travel bag into my car and sped down the highway shortly after leaving work. Just prior to leaving the house and I changed into my costume for the evening and the party Jenn and I would be attending.It was the same thing I had been wearing for Halloween the last few years. I simply put on a pair of slacks, a black shirt, and jammed a white piece of paper up into the collar. I became 'Father...', (well, lets just say, 'Father Dutch'). Yes, I know. It was cheap and easy, but also ingenious. Where my male friends found delight in the notion of me being something 'uncorrupted' and deserving of any amount of respect, it also drew the frequent attention of ladies. I have heard wonderful confessions from Marilyn Monroe, given communion to beautiful Belly dancers, and even performed an exorcism on a Madonna wannabe. If I wasn't busy hearing confession, I was fending off the advances of some jezebel hoping to be the one to corrupt the noble.I arrived at Jenn's apartment just after dark and rang her buzzer. When the door opened I was certain that I had rung the wrong bell, for a very young girl was standing in front of me."Hi".It was Jenn.For the rest of her life she will look young. At 5'2", with big green eyes framed by long fresh lashes, and blonde hair, she has the air of eternal youth. When she smiles dimples appear and her eyes turn to smiles. Even her full and pouty pink lips play the part. The majority of my time was spent seeing her as an extremely capable professional in the work place. She dressed the part and was highly successful. As my friend, she was very much the adult, brilliant and outgoing. We had wonderful evenings at our favorite drinking spots, her ID being carefully checked each time. Even as lovers she was very much the adult. Her body was small, but powerful and lithe. Her breast were ample and one of the only betrayers of her real age and healthy sexuality.She stood in the doorway smiling. No make up, no business suit, no trappings of distinction. Her short blonde hair drew back from her face ending in two sweet little pigtails clipped with tiny pink plastic barrettes. Her costume tonight was a child?s single piece pajama set. You know the ones. A series of little snaps run down from the chin to the crotch. Three little snaps run down the backside for quick trips to the bathroom. The most familiar feature is the legs on this suit- complete with attached footies. All this was deftly accessorized with a pacifier clamped between her lips, a small brown teddy bear under her left arm, and a little white bib emblazoned with a big yellow cartoon duck.She started the role-play first.She popped the pacifier from her mouth."My Mommy isn't home"."Well...ah..", I replied brilliantly."I am Father Dutch and I am collecting donations for the Orphan children's clothing...and, ah, welfare, canned food, trip fund...thing.""She will be back...you wanna wait?""OK", I said.She shut the door and waddled across the living room in her little suit. I followed watching her pigtail bounce as she moved."Do you wanna see my candies I have?" she motioned to the dining room table where the 'adult' Jennifer had arranged the candy bribes for tonight?s generation of Halloween marauders. She hopped up on the table and spun around to face me. I was reminded of her adult femininity by the way her ass and breast jiggled during the movement."I love Hallo weenie candy!...Do you have any Hallo weenie candy, Mister?" she asked.In my sternest voice I replied, "I most certainly do not! I do not participate in this pagan celebration, and I only eat...ah..blood of the lamb...and some host...if it is..Kosher...or something! Only bad little girls do!"While saying this I arched an eyebrow and gave her a disapproving scan. When my eyes returned to her she had replaced the pacifier into her lips, but brushed aside the bib. Her top was open two buttons and her right breast was fully exposed, and in her left hand. The Teddy Bear was now lying on the table beside her. She stroked her breast repeatedly, her hand sliding back and forth along the underside. Her forefinger and thumb found her nipple, and was busily rolling it softly between them. Her nipple is the pink of a carnation and was standing straight out. Her tit is heavy, but firm. I could see that her other nipple was now popping up behind her cotton jammy top. I was ready to just drop to her and suck her nipples. They are wonderful. I would press them between my lips, and brush them with my tongue. But I waited and stayed in character.Her eyes are now not those of a girl, but of a woman. She is looking up at me. She gives the pacifier two tugs. Her lips purse in."Wholly mother of God!", I start. "Jumping Jehovah. Little girl, you are surely headed to hell to swim for eternity in a lake of burning coal...with nothing to quench your thirst but...burning cola...ah...yes, that is it, burning cola!"Her eyes changed back to those of the girl's. Her eyebrows arched in fear as she took the pacifier from her lips, and tucked her breast back in."Ooohhh No!...I am soorrryy...can you do something Mister preacher? Can you bless me and wash me clean and stuff?"With this she slid off the table and knelt in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my legs and pressed her cheek against my thigh."Please mister...save me!", she pleaded.I placed my hands on top of her head, one hand on either side of the part running down the middle of her hair. I began in earnest with my best Latin."Ipso facto...habeas corpus...Enrico Fermi!"She shuddered lightly, and squeezed my legs even harder. I could smell her freshly bathed, soap-scented skin. I could feel the heat of her breast on my legs. I made a sign of a cross touching her shoulders and forehead."Taglatelli pomodoro...Arthur Fonzarelli...Siemper Fidelis." She squeezed even tighter and lifted herself slightly. Her arms now encircled beneath my ass. I was becoming...aroused. Should I feel guilt at the thought of having salacious stirrings involving carnal knowledge with a minor? But wait! This was my adult girlfriend."Hey Mister! I thought you said you didn?t have any candy?", she asked looking up at me with a big pout on her lips."I don?t my child.""Then what is this here, a candy bar?" She reached up a slid a fingernail along the outline of the now hard dick in my pants. I had no snappy response, but just watched as she explored the shape, and slowly reached up for the zipper. She said nothing now, but simply smiled up at me. Her green eyes moved from my eyes back down to my crotch. For a moment the only sound in the room was the downward slide of the zipper. As it moved I could feel the heat rush in from her hovering face. When the zipper reached bottom she carefully reached in. Her fingertips ran the length of my cock, standing straight up behind the soft cotton of my briefs. It felt so good. Her fingers were warm. She made little circles teasing my skin through the knit.Even more assertive now, she reached up undoing the buckle of my belt, and then the button of the pants. She pulled the trousers down slowly, the waist sliding over my ass and hips. Her hand slid up my legs, palm in towards skin, bringing her fingers up and under the elastic of my shorts. She let her nails drag across my ass, back and forth. Her hands came back around and I could feel her little thumbs brush through my pubic hair. Looking down I could see her in the sweet little suit. She moved her arms out to the side and down, drawing the shorts with them. I watched the elastic band slip down, my cock head emerged...then the rest slowly came into view."I have never tasted one like this, how do I do it?" she asked."Just lick it like you would a lollipop". I stroked the top of her head. Here beautiful blonde hair was soft and clean.Her little fingers grasped me at the base and she bent me forward slightly. I watched as her little pink tongue slipped slowly out from between her lips. It dabbed lightly -inquisitively- on the underside, just below the head. Her tongue then made more purchase, sliding all the way up to he head. She pulled away and took her tongue back into her mouth. She rolled her lips, taking a moment to analyze the flavor she drew back into her mouth. She looked up at me and then her tongue reemerged. This time she worked her way down from the tip, licking the underside. The entire time her little hand leaned against the inside of my thigh, just below my balls. When she reached them she stopped, looked at them, and then investigated them with her tongue, as well. "I got it wet, now I want to suck on it...like my lolli", she said."Yes", was all I could manage.Her tongue started its trip back to the tip. This time it was broader with much more of it making contact. She followed it up. The tip of her tongue followed the groove underneath between the two halves of the head. Her fingers held my cock now by the tip.I don't have a huge cock. It is proportioned to my height and weight of 6'2" and 190 pounds. I looked huge relative to her. Her little fingers wrapped around it, and the baby like mouth orbiting me made me feel like a giant.Her fingers slid down the head and shaft almost encircling me... giving me a long slow stroke on the way. Her fingers were too short to wrap all the way around. When she reached the base of my cock she opened her mouth wide and lowered herself on to me. The head of my cock was too big, as well. She couldn?t get much of it in. It still felt wonderful. What didn?t make it into her mouth her lips curled around. As she sucked her tongue danced and tickled. I could watch her suck on the amount that was in her mouth. Her lips would draw in, and then reemerge shiny with our moisture. Her hand now cradled my balls. They must have felt like apples in her little hand.After several minutes she gave me one loud lip smack suck, my cock in her hands she asked if she had be forgiven."No my child, not yet", was my response.A large grin crossed her face. With my slippery dick still in her warm hands, she stood up and turned around. She gave it a loving squeeze then leaned over the dining table, pushed the piles of candy out of the way, and lay face first. Her ass and legs hung over the edge.Her little butt stuck up on the table edge. It wiggled slightly as she moved. I ran my hand up the pink material of the leg of her pajamas. When I reached the little snaps at her ass I poked one finger in the gap between them. I could feel her smooth hot skin beneath it. I hooked my finger around the button and gave it a pull. It snapped open easily. I moved down and repeated the action until all three snaps were open. I spread the pj material and exposed her beautiful bare ass. It was like a child?s. It was absolutely the smoothest skin imaginable. It was very light pink, and swaddled in the cuddly darker pink material of the cotton sleeper.I dropped my face to her ass. I couldn't resist. I started to kiss her skin. One cheek, and then the other. My lips ran over her from her waist, down her ass, to her thigh, and then back up the other side. I nibbled at her and sucked. There was the delicious combination of smell: fresh soap and excited women. I pulled her further back from the table, spread the pink clothing further, and continued to push my lips into her. I kissed my way around her asshole and dropped further until I reached her wet lips. I was impatient. I licked them in circles, but it wasn't long before I was jamming my tongue into her pussy as far as it would reach. I was slurping and sucking at her as hard as I could. My hands spread her ass for better access. I found her clitoris and licked and sucked it like the little cock it is. Jenn started to buck and pushed her ass hard into my face. I heard a groan and the sound of a bowl overturning as candy started spill to the floor. She was cuming. My sweet little baby in her pigtails, and footie pajamas, her ass grinding in my face was cuming, her orgasm sending her moisture down my chin.I stood up, took my cock in my hands and aimed at her ass. I was still moist from her mouth and dripping from my own excitement. I guided my cock to her pussy with my right hand. I moved it up and down, rubbing the head against the moistness of her slit. I leaned forward placing the head against her lips. The sight was almost too much to stand, her little white ass about to be split by my large red, slippery, hard on. I placed my left hand on top of her butt, my thumb at the opening to her asshole. My right hand spread her buttocks further open. I eased forward. She was very tight, but I moved easily in. I pushed in an inch at a time, and then pulled back out. I repeated the motion each time adding an extra inch. She could accommodate all of me, but I was always careful with her. I feel the heat of her body, the sway of my balls with each stroke. I could hear the sounds of suction as we pumped. Soon we were fucking perfectly. She pushed back at me, as I slid her on to my body. Her ass was in my hands and I easily moved her whole body onto my cock.I'd like to tell you about the several other positions we engaged in during this session, but that would be a fallacy. I didn?t last long. It was just too much for me. Shortly I felt that wonderful feeling in my balls. I stayed inside of her. Contraction after contraction I sent my cum into her. Still inside, I lowered my body to her where we remained until I was soft enough to fall out. We rolled over onto out backs and stared at the ceiling. It was just Jenn, and I, on a table covered with Tootsie Rolls, and Sweet tarts."Thank you, my child."After a while, we collected ourselves, freshened up, and attended the Party.Oh, if those kids who haunt our neighborhood streets in search of candy, know the pleasures that await for them once the candy age is gone, Halloween will never lose it appeal.