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Ding-dong.
³Hold on, Iım coming.  Keep your pants on.²
I was just getting out of the shower when the unwanted visitors came calling.
Ding-dong.
I threw on a bathrobe.  Sheesh, donıt they know the rules?  My outside lights are off.  That means Iım not participating in the stupid ritual of Trick or Treat.  Bah humbug.  Yeah, I know thatıs another holiday.  I donıt give Christmas presents either.
Ding-dong.
³Okay, okay, youıve got my attention.²
I flicked on the front light and peeked out the small window of the front door, while dripping water all over the tile floor.  There stood a teenager, well maybe a little older.  He or she was wearing a plain jacket.  I didnıt see a costume but the visitor was wearing make-up to look like a witch.  Snaggly hair going six ways from Sunday, close set eyes, a long thin crooked nose and a pointy chin.
³Iım not giving out anything,² I hollered through the door.
³Excuse me, mister.  I just moved in across the street.  Iım afraid I locked myself out.  Nobody is at home.  Can I come in, please?²
This was the daughter of my new neighbor?  I had only seen her once earlier that week, and only from behind.  She was getting out of her folksı minivan, as I watched from my window that faces their house.  She had been wearing sandals and a very short skirt.  I remembered her long well shaped legs.  Her hair had been up in a ponytail bun thing.
³So, can I come in?  Iım not really dressed for this weather.²
Her comment brought me back to the present.  I opened the door and she scooted in quickly.  My elevator eyes did a full scan.  I started at her feet, which were wearing fuzzy pink slippers.  Her legs were better looking up close, exposed all the way up to her jacket.  Her hands were still stuffed into her jacket pockets for warmth.  When I got to her face, I saw she had been watching me scan her the whole time.  Thatıs when I realized she wasnıt wearing any make-up.  That was her real face!  But what a face!  It could stop a clock.  It could stop a bus or a train or a, well, you get the idea.  I tried not to stare at it as she told me her story of woe.
³I stepped outside, you know, to put out the garbage.  A gust of wind blew the door shut.  My folks and brother are out tonight.  I didnıt know anywhere else to go.²
³Well, come in and make yourself at home.²
I almost said homely.  Well, she was!  I was sure she was self-conscious about the way she looked, and I didnıt want to add to her problems.  Hell, she just moved in across the street.  I needed to build bridges, not erect walls.
She moved from the entryway to the living room and sat down on the couch.  I took a seat at the other end, facing her.  She crossed her legs.  Her jacket was still on, but her legs seemed to be bare all the way up, and I do mean all the way. 
³Iım Alesha,² she said.
I made eye contact and tried to keep a civil expression.
³Iım Harvey.  Nice to meet you.  So, how do you like the place?²
³Oh, your house looks very nice, although I havenıt had the nickel tour,² she said.
³No, no, I mean your new house.²
It had been up for sale for a very long time.  The sellers must have finally dropped the price to something reasonable.
³Itıs okay, I guess.  Iıll have to live in it for a while before I know.²
A reasonable answer.
³Do you go to school?²
Yeah, the School for the Chronically Ugly.
³I graduated high school last spring.  Iıll be starting college next semester.  I needed some time off.  So, you donıt do Trick or Treat?² she asked.
³No.  Every year I buy candy and get all psyched up for lots of little kids coming by.  And every year, Iım stuck with the candy because no one comes.  Nobody!  So now, I donıt even bother.  Thatıs why the light was off.²
³Do you go Trick or Treating?²
³Heavens no.  Iım much too old to be going door to door in some lame costume.  Iıd probably get arrested.²
³Thatıs a shame.  Trick or Treat can be a lot of fun.  I was going to do it tonight, but I didnıt want to go alone.²
³Oh, this neighborhood is pretty safe.  I donıt think youıd be in any danger.²
³Iıd feel safe if you were with me.  Nobody would mess with a big strong man like you.²
I was both flattered and puzzled at her comment.
³I was watching you out my window, when you were working on your front yard.  You took your shirt off while you were digging up those shrubs,² she explained.
So, my new neighbor was a peeping tom.  Well, that made two of us.
³Itıs awfully warm in here.  Do you mind if I take off my jacket?²
³No.  How rude of me.  I should have taken it from you sooner.²
³You nasty man.²
I didnıt understand her comment until she unzipped the jacket and pulled it open.  She was wearing a negligee, and thatıs being generous.  It was a filmy thing that was almost transparent.  She leaned forward to pull her arms out of the sleeves.  Her small round breasts with pointy nipples danced under the thin covering.  Now I was sorry I hadnıt thrown on a pair of pants.  I pulled my robe tighter, hoping my arousal wouldnıt become obvious.  When I looked back, the jacket was on the floor at her feet.  I tried to avoid looking at her breasts and ended up gazing at her sexy bare legs.  They were still crossed, thigh over thigh.  I wondered if she was wearing any panties with her outfit.  That thought didnıt help my condition one bit.  Now there was a lump in my robe that I couldnıt disguise.
³Letıs play Trick or Treat,² she said.
³Huh?²
³I said, letıs play Trick or Treat.²
³How do we do that?²
³Easy.  I say Trick or Treat, and you give me a treat.²
³Like I said, I donıt have anything to...²
Then I noticed she was staring directly at my crotch, my lump, my penis.
³Trick or Treat,² she said.  She unfolded her legs and moved towards me.  Matching panties, her pubic hair visible through the material.  She pulled one side of my robe open.  There it was, semi erect and getting harder.  
³Iıve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you,² she said.
She didnıt ask permission, she just took me in her mouth.  She must have had some practice, because she was very good.  Too good.  I felt cum churning in my balls.
³Uh, Iım getting awfully close...²
³I know, silly, I can feel it.  Donıt worry.  Iım not going to waste it on my mouth.²
She stood up, pulled the garment over her head and dropped her panties to the floor.  If I wasnıt already excited, she gave me a beaver shot as she bent over.  She approached me and pulled my robe from my shoulders.  Now we were both bare-ass naked.  I still hadnıt touched her.  She straddled my legs, standing with her back to me, and guided my erection up into the outer folds of her cunt.  She lowered herself onto my lap ever so slowly.
³Oooh, you feel so good.  Nice and hard.  This is some treat.²
I didnıt blame her.  She needed to be aggressive if she was going to have a sex life, given the way her face looked.  I reached up and massaged her breasts from behind.  
³My nipples, donıt forget my nipples.²
I rolled her nipples in my fingertips and pulled them.  She reacted by squeezing her cunt tight around my penis.  
³Harder, oooh, fuck me harder.²
I moved one hand down to her crotch, to stimulate her clitoris.  Too late, she was already taking care of it.  I held her hips as she bounced up and down, over and over, moaning with every thrust.
³My legs are getting tired.  Can we change positions?²
Sure, as long as it isnıt face to face.
³Get down on the floor, on your hands and knees,² I said.
³Oh, doggie style.  One of my favorites.²
Yeah, and probably the favorite of the guys you drop your drawers for.
I got behind her, slid in easily, held her hips and slammed myself into her again and again.  She wanted no mercy and I gave none.
³Cum in me, Iım ready, cum in me.²
Not to disappoint, I made a series of faster thrusts, and shot my load into her well-exercised pussy.
³Wow, that was terrific.  What a treat!²
I sat down on the rug, Indian style.
³So now what?  Is there a trick?² I asked.
I hoped sheıd pull off a wig and prosthetic nose and chin pieces, letting me see her normal face.
³Oh, I already did the trick part.²  
She got up and bent over to get her jacket.  Legs apart, her cunt lips were red and puffy, dripping our mutual juices.
³I wasnıt locked out at all.  See?²
She showed me her house key, safely tucked in her jacket pocket.
She put her negligee, panties and jacket back on and let herself out, throwing me a kiss as she left.
I felt fortunate that I had been selected to participate in a unique Trick or Treat this year.  I wonder what I would have done if sheıd tried to kiss me?  I shuddered at the thought.
Ugggh, that face!


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