Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:31:39 -0800 (PST)

From: fawn embers <fawn_embers@yahoo.com>

Subject: Yet Another Halloween Story

Yet Another Halloween Story

By Fawn Embers

Copyright 2002, Fawn Embers

Disclaimer:

This is fiction. If you can't deal with erotica, then you should go visit

someplace else. This story involves graphic encounters between men and

women, men dressed as women, M-M-F Bisexual sex, and solo sex. If these

things don't turn you on, then this story isn't for you.

Prelude:

Yes, I know that Halloween Stories are a dime a dozen. But this was my

first experience in dressing in public. Chances are most people's first

public outing is Halloween; since it is one of the few times of the year

that public taboos are particularly loose. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this

little story, and I'd love to hear your responses. You can email me at

fawn_embers@yahoo.com. Don't be shy, but flamers will be deleted.

Chapter One: Getting Ready

It started innocently enough. I'm pretty famous, at least locally, for my

Halloween costumes. Most of my friends wanted to know what I'd be dressing

as this year. Usually I'm a monk, or death, or something robed, mainly

because it was the almost like wearing a dress I felt comfortable doing in

public. But I always went all out, making the costume, makeup, props and

the whole bit. This year I hinted that I would be coming as a woman of

some sort.

Well, one thing leads to another, and I'd been talked into dressing like a

French maid. Mind you, it wasn't a difficult job convincing me. It has

always been one of my deepest fantasies. That, and a schoolgirl. Yes, I

know. That's terribly predictable of me.

As Halloween got closer, and the annual bash loomed larger, I got more and

more afraid. I wasn't sure I could go through with it. In fact, I pulled

out my "Angel of Death" costume from a few years ago, all black and leather

and winged and safe. But I continued making the French maid outfit. Just

in case.

In the week before the party several of the women I know (and occasionally

talked into a date) called me or stopped by the house. They wanted to know

how the costume was coming. I got a few pointers, lots of suggestions and

tons of encouragement. Thanks to them I actually felt like I could pull it

off. So by Halloween, I had a completed costume that I felt comfortable

wearing in public, at least to the party. And I'd talked my friend Donna

into meeting me at the party a little early to do my make-up. All was

good.

Before heading over to the party, I did a little preparation at my

apartment. First I slipped on a black garter belt. Then I slid on a pair

of fishnets, clipping them to the garters. Originally I was going to wear

panty hose, but Donna talked me into the garter belt and fishnets. I'm

glad she did, it felt wonderful and defiantly got the attention of my cock.

By the time I had the hose all gartered and situated, I was sporting a

raging hard on. I tried to ignore it, and started to slip on the black

lacy panties with the white ruffles that I bought for the evening. But

before I could get them into place, I noticed that I had already started

leaking. Not wanting to stain my panties this early, I decided to relive

the tension first.

While I might have been worried about dressing in public, there is one

place where I'm often seen dressed. Not wanting to relieve myself alone, I

logged onto my Yahoo! Messenger, and logged into the Men In Panties chat

room. I turned on my web cam, and set it to automatically connect to

whoever wanted to look. As I sat back in my computer chair and started

rubbing my insistent shaft, I couldn't help but smile as more and more of

the guys in the room started to tune into my cam. I slowly teased myself

while the various instant messages popped up telling me how cute I looked,

and how much people liked my hose or my panties or both. I don't know how

much you can believe horny men, but it still boosted my ego quite a bit.

As I got close to orgasm, I grabbed some tissue to catch the mess.

Normally I try to catch it in my hand so I can show it to the cam, but I

was trying NOT to make a mess tonight. As I dropped a large load of cum

into the tissue I was flooded with request to see me eat it. I'd never

done that before, and wasn't about to do it out of a Kleenex. But a large

glob landed on the back of my hand, and I figured why not. Get into the

spirit of the outfit. I leaned forward and licked the slimy mess off the

back of my hand, much to the enjoyment of my watchers.

Then I stood up, cleaned off my rapidly deflating dick with a fresh tissue

and tucked the whole package between my legs, quickly pulling up my

panties. I had yet to swallow the cum I licked up as I was trying to

decide if I liked it or not. As I swirled the sticky solution around my

mouth, I decided that I didn't mind it, but that I wasn't about to become

some glory hole slut. I was far from addicted to it.

I quickly logged off Yahoo and finished getting ready. I pulled on a pair

of nylon running pants, which felt awesome over the fishnets, and a pair of

running shoes. I threw on a t-shirt, and grabbed up the garment bag with

my costume. As ready as I could be, I headed out the door.

Chapter Two: Setting Up Before I finished out the costume, I helped the

host set up for the party. Linda and her husband Steve always set up a nice

spread for the annual party. Steve was on assignment across the country,

so I offered to come in early and help Linda set up. I conned Donna into

coming over early to help, so there would be plenty of time for my makeover

later.

Linda teased me about serving drinks all night long, and I laughed and said

sure. After all, it would fit in with the character I was trying to

create. In no time at all we had the place looking sharp, and I headed up

to the guest bedroom to get ready. About the time I got down to just the

fishnets, garter and panties, Linda and Donna came into the room. I froze,

embarrassed and afraid of their reaction.

"You look great!" Donna exclaimed. "I wish my legs looked as good in

fishnets as yours!" I knew she was just trying to give me some extra

confidence because Donna is one hot lady. She easily has the best legs in

town.

"You lair. You've got awesome legs, but thanks." I said. It made me

smile.

"We'll, I'm jealous." Linda said. "They do look good. I can't wait to see

them in heels."

"Yea, let's see the shoes!" Donna ordered. I reached into my bag and

pulled out the three-inch heels I intended to wear. "Oh no, you can't do

that." Donna said. "Those are open toed. We'll have to paint your

toenails."

"I've got the perfect color!" Linda yelled as she dashed out of the room.

I started unclipping my garters and rolling down the fishnets. About the

time I got the first one off, Linda returned with a bottle of nail polish.

Vivid Red it was called, and it was so bright and shinny it was almost

blinding.

"I'm not sure about that..." I tried to say, but Donna screamed, "It's

perfect." The next thing I new Donna was kneeling on the floor applying

the polish to my unclad toes. I rolled the hose back on my leg, clearly

loving the feeling. I must have moaned, because Linda and Donna started

giggling.

"I think he likes wearing this stuff." Donna smirked.

"Yea, imagine that. He loves wearing the stuff we hate." Linda giggled.

"Speak for yourself girl, I love dressing sexy." Donna laughed.

"Yea, but you're crazy."

I must have blushed seventeen shades of red. That sent the girls into

another round of giggles. I was starting to feel pretty embarrassed.

"We won't tell anyone your secret," Linda told me. "Now, let's get that

other foot done."

I let them pull the other hose off and paint my remaining toes. Even with

the hose back on, you could clearly see the bright red polish. I slipped

into my heels, and had to admit that it looked better than without the

polish. I teetered around on the heels for a few minutes before I got the

feel of them. Once I did, I noticed that Linda and Donna were staring at

me. "What?" I asked.

"You got used to those shoes awfully quick," Donna said.

"There is no way this is your first time on heels," Linda agreed.

I didn't know what to say. I'd been caught. I just stood there and

blushed.

"You like dressing up, don't you." Donna stared right at me. I could only

nod. "How long have you been doing this?"

"I don't know. Forever, I guess. Since I was a kid."

"Who else knows?"

"Nobody..."

Linda walked over and hugged me. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. It

can be our secret until you decide to let people know. I won't even tell

Steve." I smiled and hugged Linda back.

Donna joined in a group hug and said, "I'll keep your secret, as long as

you let me dress you up now and again."

"Anytime," I said, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Linda pushed us away, "No fair, I want to play dress up too!"

Donna and I just giggled. "You can play too," I promised.

"We'll, we need to get YOU dressed up before the guests arrive. I want my

maid to look pretty for the party," Linda announced. "I think I'm going to

like having a maid!"

"Oh no, now I'm in trouble." I reached into my bag and pulled out the

petticoats I'd bought for the costume. They were very full, and a little

hard to get into. Linda and Donna helped, and soon my cute panties were

buried under the fluffy material. Following the petticoats was a black

strapless chincer with a built in bra. Into the cups of the bra section

went two breast forms. Over it all went the little black maid's uniform,

very tight in the bust and flaring at the hips. It was heavy and long

enough to take weigh down the petticoats a bit, falling about half way down

my thigh.

"If you bend over to much, you'll be showing your panties!" Linda said.

"You're going to drive the guys crazy!" I blushed at that. Then the

doorbell rang. "Well, damn. My guests are arriving and my maid isn't

ready. You two finish up and join the party, I'll go get the door." And

with that, Linda left.

Donna giggles, and pulled out her makeup kit. "Let's get to work." She

started in on me, and in just a few minutes had turned my softly masculine

face into a stylish, but somewhat slutty, feminine one. I had to admit

that her skill with a brush was better than my previous fumbling with

make-up.

"You're going to have to teach me how you did that," I said. Donna just

smiled.

"Okay, you're going to have to finish up on your own, I need to get ready

too." Donna said as she shooed me away from the mirror. I went over to

the bed and pulled out the little white apron and the little white hat.

One I had them on, I asked Donna to check me over before I headed out. She

was half way through putting on her vampire makeup.

"You look good, but let me do something, okay? Don't freak." She reached

up underneath my petticoats and ran her hand over my crotch. "I thought

so," she said. She reached into my panties, and grabbed my quickly growing

cock out from between my legs and let it loose inside the panties.

"That'll be more comfortable, and your petticoats will hide any excitement

you may experience." She giggled.

I was stunned. I'd been out with Donna several times, but we became

friends and had never done more than kiss before. She'd been seeing

Charlie for several weeks now, so this was totally unexpected. When I

didn't turn and leave, she ran her hand back under my petticoats and

wrapped her hand around my silk encased hard on. "See, I couldn't tell by

looking that you were tenting out those panties. Now, go downstairs and

have some fun."

Chapter Three: The Party Still slightly stunned, but ready to have some

fun, I headed downstairs. Several couples were already in the party area,

and I stopped long enough to say hi. Linda quickly waved me over. "I've

got to get ready," she said, "you answer the door and keep the drinks

flowing." With that, Linda bolted up the stairs.

The doorbell rang again, and I strutted over to the door. Several of the

women let out catcalls as I walked across the room. I opened the door to

find Charlie waiting. I smiled as he entered. He just kept staring at me.

"Wow. I can't believe it's you." I smiled back. "Donna is upstairs

getting ready. She should be down in just a second. Do you want a drink?"

Charlie just nodded, his devil horns bumping the doorframe.

I walked back into the party, leading Charlie to the drink table. In my

worst French accent I asked, "Wine, mon-sure?" Charlie just smiled and

nodded again. I poured him a glass of the house's best boxed red, and

handed the plastic cup over to him. I also took a second to check out his

costume. Red long johns with a red pair of briefs over them, red face

paint, red gloves and plastic horns on his head; a decent devil.

Charlie spotted a couple he knew and wondered over. She was dressed like

Morticia Adams and he was done up like a gangster. I was watching Charlie

walk when I heard the doorbell again. I walked to the door and found a set

of three policemen handcuffed to three hookers. The girls looked like real

sluts, two in short skirts and one just in modest but sexy lingerie.

Shortly after the hooker patrol arrived, Linda came back down in a pretty

princess outfit. She glided over to me and thanked me for taking over,

then ordered me to enjoy myself. I marched over to the table and got me a

Jack Daniel's Hard Cola and found a perch. Charlie came over and sat on

the sofa next to me. "You really do look convincing. I think some of the

guys haven't recognized you yet."

"Well, you just keep your mouth shut then, so far they are all coupled up

and don't need to know I'm anything they wouldn't be interested in." I

laughed.

"Well, maybe I can keep quiet, for a price..."

"Charlie, are you flirting with me?"

"Maybe."

"Well, he better not be flirting with you too much, that's my job." I

looked up to see Donna standing over us. She looked fantastic in a short

black latex dress that left little to the imagination. The dress was so

short her garters showed when she was standing, clipped to sexy seamed

black hose. Six-inch high heels in come fuck me red made her legs look

good enough to eat. The neckline on the dress plunged to her navel,

showing plenty of her nice, firm breasts. And she sported a pair of mean

looking fangs.

Donna sat down on Charlie's lap, kicking her legs up into mine. The dress

rode up, clearly showing her red panties to anyone who wanted to look no

matter how modest she tried to sit. She gave Charlie a big kiss.

We sat around chatting while more guests arrived. I remember seeing a

Bettlejuice, several other vampires, another devil or two and plenty of

police and firefighters. Sluts were out in force, and plenty of leg was

shown. As the crowd grew, so did the flow of drinks. Before long, I was

feeling little pain and Linda was starting up the music for dancing.

Donna and her red panties jumped up and pulled Charlie out onto the dance

floor. That seemed to be the cue for everyone else to start dancing.

Before the crowd hit the floor, I couldn't help but notice that Charlie was

sporting major wood. Seems he enjoyed the scantily clad Donna squirming on

his lap. He didn't bother hiding it, not that he had anywhere to hide that

monster. He started rubbing it against Donna, who didn't seem to mind.

Now I had a clear view of Donna's panties for the last half hour, so I was

sporting a woody myself. Of course you couldn't see mine, thanks to the

petticoats.

The floor was quickly crowded, and since I didn't have a date, I headed out

to the kitchen to see if Linda needs a hand. Linda was busy plating up

some more snacks. I jumped in to help, and the two of us quickly got the

snacks out to the hungry dancers. As we returned to the kitchen, Linda

gave me a hug to thank me for helping. She held on a little longer than I

thought she would, and I felt something moving my petticoats. Suddenly I

felt Linda's hand on my hard on. I was shocked, but it felt so good I

didn't move.

"Donna told me you had a snake hiding in your petticoats. I had to check

for myself." She gave me a brief kiss. "You really look good. I'll have

to dress you up for Steve when he gets back. Maybe that will convince him

to give girls clothes a try."

I was shocked. "You want Steve in girls clothes?"

"Yes, it's always been a fantasy of mine. You've got this princess really

turned on, so let's go dance in public where I'll have to behave." Linda

led me out to the dance floor where we danced close, but safe.

Occasionally she'd turn around and rub her ass against my hidden shaft,

driving me crazy. We were getting lots of looks, two girls dancing

seductively on the dance floor.

Before long, Charlie and Donna danced over to us. Donna leaned in and

asked Linda if she knew what she was doing. Linda blushed and said, "Yea.

I'm leaving him with you two before I make a mistake. I'll be back later."

Linda headed to the back of the room and up the stairs.

I felt awful, but I didn't know why. I wanted to apologize to Linda; I

didn't mean to let it go as far as I had. Donna must have read my mind,

because she stopped me. "Don't follow her. She's fine. She just needs to

go relieve the tension. She'll be back after she calms down. You really

are hot all dolled up like that. I don't think Linda will want to dress

you up. I don't think she could keep her hands off you."

I blushed, and Donna pulled me into the dancing with her and Charlie. We

made a Donna sandwich, and started to really bump and grind. I kept

fetching us all drinks as we danced and partied and frankly I don't

remember a good part of the evening. When I started remembering again, I

found Donna rubbing up against my front, and Charlie rubbing up against my

back.

This is odd, I thought. I could clearly feel Charlie's very erect cock

rubbing under my petticoats and across my panty clad ass. Be it drink or a

night of arousal from my sexy clothes, I'm not sure. But the result is

that I didn't mind. Having Donna rubbing her red panties against my

petticoats didn't help me decided. I was so horny I almost made a mess in

my new panties.

I decided a scene where I pushed Charlie away was less desirable than the

rather pleasant feelings his rubbing caused, so be it drink or lust I

decided to go along for now. Donna was all but impaling herself on my

hardly hidden erection, pushing me with great force back into her

boyfriend. I became an almost passive member of their dry hump festival.

As time and a little sense returned to me, I looked out from my enjoyable

position to see that the tree of us were among the last to leave. Batman

lay passed out on the couch. Fat Albert was munching at the remains of the

snacks. Our princess hostess was nowhere to be seen, but odd splashing

noises in the direction of the kitchen hinted at a possible random act of

dishwashing.

At this point my fear and concern got the better of me and I pulled out

from the two lovebirds. It was with a bit of regret that I felt my

petticoats return to cover my bottom. I noticed that the tent in Charlie's

briefs had grown to a monster, and the latex skirt on Donna's dress didn't

fold back down, leaving her red panties open to the world.

"Come on sweetie, we were having fun." Donna purred. "I could tell by your

petticoated pole that you were having a good time!"

"I'm sorry. Reality just hit me. I think I better go." I stammered, and

headed for the stairs. I dashed to the bedroom I'd changed in, hoping to

throw of the costume, get into guy clothes and go home. Maybe watch some

football or something. I felt a strong urge to do something manly.

I hadn't locked the door, and I heard Donna come into the room before I'd

managed to get off a single stitch of clothing. Close behind here was

Charlie, who closed the door and locked it.

"Come on sweetness. Let's climb onto this bed and talk for a while. All

private and safe. No one can see what we do. You can trust Charlie and

me."

Not really knowing what to do, I let myself be led to the bed. I was

placed in the center of the bed, and Charlie and Donna took opposite sides.

"You look so good in your uniform. Charlie can't believe how good you

look. I can't wait to dress you up some more!"

This just caused me to blush a deeper red than my shiny toenails.

"She's right, you do look fantastic. And your ass felt great on my cock."

And here I thought I couldn't turn any redder.

Donna slipped her hand under my petticoats and rubbed the front of my

panties. I grew another inch. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her

own panties, and slipped it inside the waistband. I wasted no time digging

a finger into her snatch, fingering her with a passion. She was more than

just wet, and the moans she made told me she liked what I was doing.

Not wanting to be left out, Charlie guided my hand to his crotch, where I

could barely wrap my fingers around his massive cock. Embarrassed but

excited, I moved my hand along his monster, rubbing the cotton briefs along

his shaft. As I did, the head of his cock started to work its way through

the fly and out into the open. Before long, I was running my bare hand

along his naked staff.

I nervously looked over at his dick, erect and encased by my own hand. I

marveled at how different it felt from my own. I wondered if he felt the

same pleasing sensations that Donna's hand was sending into me. One look

at his face told me I must have been doing something right.

About then, Donna reached under a leg band and started pulling out my own

hard on. Before I knew what was happening, she had it deep in her mouth,

sucking on it hard. At first my eyes rolled back into my head as the waves

of pleasure her probing tongue sent through me blocked out all my other

senses. The feeling of her lips and mouth and throat on my staff felt

better than any blowjob I'd had before.

When enough capacity for thought returned, I looked over at Charlie to see

if he was okay with this. About that time, Charlie leaned forward and

kissed me full on the lips, pressing his tongue against my teeth. Donna

took that moment in time to run her fingernails across my balls and toward

my virgin boy-cunt. As I gasped, Charlie probed my mouth with his tongue.

I melted into the kiss, and coupled with the warm, wet, wonderful feeling

of Donna's magic mouth, I was afraid I was about to cum.

Donna pulled her mouth off my cock, and I thought I might die. She moved

up on the bed, and replaced Charlie's tongue with her own. I could faintly

taste that same sensation from earlier when I licked my own cum from the

back of my hand. Somehow, tasting it on her made it taste better.

"Isn't this exciting?" Donna moaned in my mouth. If I had the ability of

speech, I would have told her yes, but that ability fled me as Charlie

grabbed my dick and started giving it a vigorous shake. Donna pushed

Charlie away, and then laid across my lap and started blowing her

boyfriend. I couldn't help but watch as Donna made that monster cock

disappear into her mouth.

I started to lean over, thinking I'd get a better view. Charlie must have

misunderstood because he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down

onto his stomach. I was now just inches away from Donna's mouth and

Charlie's cock.

Donna's eyes smiled at me, and she pulled me closer. She pulled Charlie's

monster almost completely out of her mouth, leaving only the head inside on

her tongue. She pulled me close and kissed me, without taking Charlie out

of her mouth. For the first time ever, and one more time than I ever

thought possible, my lips were against another man's cock.

Donna used her tongue to slide the head out of her mouth and into mine.

Charlie had a death grip on the back of my neck, so I had no choice but to

keep it there. I didn't really know what to do, so I started moving my

tongue around the head. I found a spot that made Charlie moan and loosen

his grip, and concentrated on that.

Keeping a gentle pressure on my neck, Charlie started to slowly push down,

forcing more of his shaft into my mouth. I relaxed as best I could and let

it slide in until it hit the back of my throat. When I started gagging,

Charlie pulled out and then slid back in, slowly fucking my mouth. It

wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't fun either.

Donna moved to the far side of the bed, allowing me to get into a much more

comfortable position on my knees. Donna climbed between my legs and I soon

felt her warm mouth encase my own desperate cock. As the feelings of

pleasure washed over me, my mouth began to relax. I moved more easily on

Charlie's monster shaft, and suddenly I understood the pleasure of giving

head, as well as the pleasure receiving it.

Charlie felt the difference as well. With a loud moan, he removed his hand

from my neck. It didn't need to be there anymore, my mouth wasn't about to

leave his cock. I moved my tongue and lips around that massive staff,

worshiping the veins along the underside, kissing the mushroom softness of

the head, and tickling the tender spot at the bottom where dick meets

balls.

I was in heaven. This is what wearing women's clothes had always meant to

me. The sexual release was amazing, and I dived into my newfound joy of

sucking on Charlie. From my groin I could feel and hear the delicious

sound of my dick deep in Donna's mouth. Charlie was getting close to

release, and my own explosion was rapidly approaching. Somehow Donna knew

this, and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She moved up on the bed, and

pulled me off of Charlie's as well.

"Not now sweetie. Maybe some other time. Right now, I need some

attention, and I have an idea I think you'll both like."

Donna told me to stretch out on the bed. She pushed my petticoats up

around my waist, and climbed onto my shaft. Her back to me, she impaled

her ass on my cock, using her own spit as lube. Donna was no stranger to

anal sex; I slid in until her cheeks rested on my groin. Then she laid

back, across my chest. Charlie climbed between our legs, and I could feel

him enter Donna's sopping wet cunt. I could feel the friction as he

started pounding into her. I could feel his balls slapping against my own

with each thrust.

The force of Charlie's thrusts moved Donna along my own shaft, and the

overall scene had me close to the edge. Donna's moans and near screams

were pushing me over into oblivion. Multiple orgasms started rippling

through Donna's body as the two cocks pistoned into her. With a scream,

she grabbed Charlie and held him still, deep inside.

The stimulation reduced, Charlie and I didn't quite cum. We were close, so

close, but not there. Donna caught her breath for a moment, letting

Charlie's cock stay deep, his balls resting against my own. I could feel

Donna's cunt juice running over my balls and onto the bed. I was so close,

sitting on the edge wanting to go over.

Donna pushed Charlie up, having him kneel on the end of the bed. She

pulled herself off my cock, nearly causing me to cum right then. She

quickly stuffed Charlie's dick back in her mouth and began jacking him off

with her hand. She had barely started when Charlie went ridged and started

blowing his spunk into her hot mouth. As soon as she had gathered the last

drop in her mouth, she spun and dove onto mine. I don't think I lasted as

long as Charlie, emptying my load in her mouth in what felt like

microseconds.

She climb up on me, and planted her lips over mine. As she forced her

tongue into my mouth she feed me the double load of cum. Our tongues

danced in the mixture for what felt like hours, then she sucked about half

of the spooge back into her mouth, and broke off the kiss. She turned to

Charlie and feed him the same way. It was hot watching the two of them

kiss; with cum leaking down both of their chins and onto her much abused

latex dress.

When they finished the sticky kiss, Donna looked over at me and smiled.

"Amazing." Was all she said. The alcohol and the post sex groggies were

quickly taking their toll. It was clear we weren't going home that night,

so without another word, we got out of the bed and started stripping down.

At Charlie's request, Donna and I kept on our bras, panties, garters and

hose. Charlie slept in his red briefs. We cuddled up in the bed, Charlie

on one side of me and Donna on the other.

We slept the sleep of the sexually satisfied.

(Maybe more, if you liked this story.)