Halloween Surprise

CHAPTER 1

The costumed crowd was all tightly jammed together on the balcony as they viewed the midnight fireworks display. Jake found himself pressed against the rear end of a woman in a zebra suit costume, who was bending over the rail. He could not see her face as the costume covered her head. He could tell though that her body was thick, her ass solid and full, and her thighs shapely. The balcony was pitch black save for a dim red light that glowed in the dark.

Clad only in his American Indian loincloth and headband he enjoyed the lush feeling of her magnificent ass pressed against his barely covered cock. Try as much as he could, he could not stop its hardening as the crowd "oohed and "ahhed," at the fireworks.

The woman in front of him twisted from left to right maintaining firm pressure on his cock, causing it to harden like a bar of steel.

He figured that she could feel it too as she began rocking back and forth and gyrating her ass against him. Boldly, he reached forward and grabbed the zebra ass and started to massage it. In the darkness he couldn't see anything, nor could she, but he knew that she could feel the turgidity of his cock.

She gave no sign of any opposition to his fondling, instead, she kept pushing back against him as he massaged her butt cheeks.

He raised the tail on her costume and ran his hand between her thighs discovering that the costume was crotchless. His fingers encountered wet heat that steamed like vapor from a hot spring.

She parted her thighs in invitation. His fingers spread her dripping pussy lips and a soft moan that was lost among the exclamations of the crowd, emanated from her mouth as she ground herself against the invading hand.

Gently he probed and found her fire-pit into which he inserted his thumb. His middle and ring fingers separated her lips and massaged her clit. To his delight, she pressed down upon his thumb, forcing it deeper into her.

Her juices flowed as he fingered her, and she shuddered with a suppressed orgasm.

In his youthful ardor, he threw all caution to the winds and lifted the front of his loin cloth and proceeded to guide his cock between the sodden lips.

She felt the blunt tube foraging its way into her flooded canal and rotated her hips, helping it to breach the mouth of her steaming cauldron.

The entrance burned with friction as the cock forced its way into her and her pussy resisted the assault before surrendering to the unrelenting pressure. It took a few minutes for the mushroom head to worm its way in, as she recognized that not only was it a very hard cock, but it was also very thick.

"Blake must really be horny tonight," she thought.

She gasped and grunted as it forced its way into her and when her pussy finally opened up, the cock plunged all the way up in her, jamming hard against her cervix. She cried out, but the scream was lost in the crowd noise.

"He sure is rough tonight," she thought, "he must not have had any pussy lately."

When his cock finally bottomed out, Jake stood still and pulled her back to him, seating it as deep within her as he could. He remained still until her tunnel gradually loosened. As her body accommodated to his size, she started rocking back and forth allowing him to initiate small strokes.

Her mind was reeling with lust as the bludgeon filled her in a way that no other cock in her life had done. Somewhere deep in the labyrinths of her mind she knew that the cock inside of her did not exactly feel like Blake's, but the conflagration in her loins prevailed and at that moment she didn't care.

Her belly felt like it was swelling as the bludgeon tried to push past her available depth. She bowed her head, bombarded by a roaring orgasm that engulfed her, battering her like the waves of a tsunami.

She whimpered, hoping that the persons next to her didn't realize that her noises had nothing to do with the fireworks display.

As the final salvos of the fireworks explosions boomed in the air, the unrelenting cock pounded her, and she groaned through her teeth in ecstasy. His strokes became more erratic, and she knew that he was cumming.

She curved her ass upwards, allowing for the deepest penetration, while jamming back hard on the meaty pole to receive the liquid libation.

His copious cum spewed into her for such a long time that her stomach felt like it was bulging as salvo after salvo was fired into her smoldering cave. She was also surprised to feel no leakage of her juices and concluded that she must have been so completely filled that the cum was unable to leave her pussy.

"Oh God," she moaned, as she felt her womb swell, "I hope that he doesn't knock me up."

As the pulsations waned, the monster inside of her, shrunk and finally slipped out. A torrent of cum gurgled and ran from her plundered hole, soaking the legs of the zebra suit.

Sweat dripped from her face, and she lay spent over the rail as the fireworks ended.

The crowd, including her vaginal visitor quickly dissipated and returned to the party.

Finally, she got herself together, and tottered back inside to the bathroom to clean herself up. Her pussy was throbbing and still on fire. She took a damp paper towel and patted it against her smoldering crotch trying to still the quivering and tamp down the heat inside.

Never had she felt so thoroughly fucked in all of her life nor had she had such deep and pussy-quaking orgasms.

Fifteen minutes later she was still getting mini ripples in her belly.

Staggering from the bathroom, she went looking for Blake but encountered her husband instead, and after finding him, she asked him to take her home. Observing her unsteady gait and shaky posture, he assumed that maybe she had a little too much to drink, so they left.

She was barely able to strip off her costume when she arrived home as she fell into the bed. Naked, she curled herself into a fetal position as her body kept humming and her pussy twitching. Before her husband could finish undressing, she was fast asleep, her cum soaked costume discarded on the floor.

She slept fitfully, with mini vignettes of what had transpired spiraling through her brain. Her pussy twitched, throbbed, quaked and wept with joy all night. When she awoke, the bed beneath her was soaked.

George had already left for the golf course, so she was able to take the soiled sheets and drop them in the hamper to wash without him asking about the carnage.

Her legs felt as if they had run a marathon, so she made a mug of coffee, filled the bathtub, and slipped into the hot water. The heat soothed her as she sipped her morning java, still struggling to get her head around what had happened the night before.

She expected that Blake would call her in a day or so to relive the experience, but she never heard from him.

CHAPTER 2

Debbie and George had been married for a little over twenty years when they attended the fateful Halloween party. They met in college and started dating as sophomores. She was of Puerto Rican heritage. Her mother, Puerto Rican and her father from Barbados, another Caribbean Island. Her always tanned looking skin was flawless and she kept her magnificent body disguised under clothes that were never tight because she didn't like being constantly ogled. Her hair was jet black and when she brushed it, it gleamed like dog stones on a moonlit night!

George had been a fairly good athlete in college and represented the school in track. He was a brash New Yorker of Italian descent. She had seen him with many girls on campus and assumed that he was getting a lot of nookie, which he was.

They met at a campus mixer, when he hit on her and was surprised to find out that she hadn't dated much, mostly because of her shyness. He was even more surprised that she didn't give it up that night as many of the other coeds had.

He continued to pursue her anyway, and in the exultation of their graduation, she let him take her virginity in the back seat of his dad's car.

He didn't know that she was still virgin and had assumed that she was on birth control. Since she had never had sex before, it never dawned upon her to make sure that he was wearing a condom. The result of their indiscretion became evident when she missed her next two periods.

Upon graduating, they got married and named the child Jake after her paternal grandfather.

George got a job in an accounting firm while Debbie stayed home to give birth. After Jake was born, her mom offered to babysit as she wanted to work. She started substitute teaching at the local high school, before getting a full- time job teaching Mathematics.

Both of their jobs were quite demanding so when they got an opportunity to relax, they went all out. They camped out, climbed rocks, hiked trails, traveled to quaint places, visited resorts, and did everything to spice up their marriage and keep the thrill alive.

As the years went by, she and Jake became very close as he was her only child and she considered him, her "baby."

Before she knew it, he had become a teenager and she noticed that he was very protective of her, especially when other males were around. Often, she would smile surreptitiously at his antics.

George meanwhile had gotten involved in his career and although he never neglected her, the sex decreased to once a week and then every two weeks and sometimes a month would pass before he approached her. His desire seemed to wane but hers did not.

As Jake grew into young manhood, she couldn't help but notice that he was a lot like his father. He was good looking, very athletic and a ladies' man. He never was without girlfriends, but he never seemed to keep one long.

When she asked him why the relationships were so fleeting, he would say that the girls were too immature and wanted to run around too much. If she probed further, and asked what type of girl he was looking for, he would say,

"One just like you, Mom, 'cause you are the best."

At first, she was quite flattered but slowly began to realize that he had a crush on her. It amused her and she felt it was just a phase that he would eventually grow out of when he met the right girl.

There was, however, one way in which he was unlike his father and that had to do with his cock. It was huge!

She discovered this because one evening after returning home late from school, he asked her to wake him up early in the morning as he had an early class.

At about six thirty a.m., she went to his bedroom and pushed the door open but before she could say his name, she saw him lying on his back naked. Reared up between his thighs was a humongous cock! It was easily ten inches in length and the girth, my god, the girth! It throbbed menacingly as he lay on his back asleep.

She stood mesmerized and her pussy swamped and began to twitch.

"My God," she thought, "What would that feel like pushing its way up into my insides? No wonder he can't keep a girlfriend, those young girls can't take that much cock! Even a grown woman would have trouble with that monster! Where did he get such a big cock from? His dad is only about six inches when fully hard. She surmised that it must be from his Barbadian grand dad, because she remembered hearing her mom tell her dad about the noise his parents made in bed."

When she realized what she was thinking, she became ashamed for her lewd thoughts and for lusting after her son's cock. She closed the door, banged on it and called his name.

"Time to get up, Jake," she called.

A sleepy voice answered back "Thanks, Mom, I'm up."

"You sure are," she thought and grinned at her double entendre.

Jake finally completed his high school years and went on to college. By then he had filled out a bit more and that bulge in his trousers had lured many a young woman to the decimation of her virginity.

Few of them hung around though, because they couldn't stand the fucking that they got every time. Not only was his cock large, but he was not in the "wham bam thank you ma'am" category. He was a long-laster and a quick recoverer and any woman who let him between her legs had to be ready for a minimum of a half hour of solid pounding. His quick recovery also meant several more hours of intense fucking. He was a sexual phenom known only to the boldest girls at college.

He loved thick women and fantasized about his mom often, adoring her heavy breasts thick ass, thighs and lips.

"Oh, her lips," he would think, they were made for sucking cock!"

Unbeknownst to him, she also fantasized about that massive cock that he carried but knew that she would never cross such a line.