I LOVE HALLOWEEN
              by Sagacious

I love Halloween, not just the day, but the whole season. I go to
as many costume parties as I can. I sometimes have to crash the
parties, but with everyone wearing a mask no one notices me.
That’s the benefit of costume parties, no one notices me. The
rest of the year everyone tries to avoid me, ever since the
accident.

Ten years ago I was riding my bicycle to school. I was sixteen
and could not drive yet. There was a big hill just down from the
apartment mom and I lived in. It was great for getting to school
and a real workout at the end of the day to get back home.

On this day I was moving pretty good, maybe thirty miles an hour
or so, and nearly at the bottom of the hill. I would have to slow
down soon, there was a railroad track at the bottom and it angled
across the road, hit it too fast and a wreck was very likely. I
squeezed the hand brakes on my eighteen speed mountain bike and
began to slow down. Suddenly a car horn blatted right next to me.
I looked to my left and saw a car I thought I recognized as
belonging to one of the cheerleaders. I had time to do that much
before someone leaning out of the back seat window threw a water
balloon at me.

The balloon hit my helmet and soaked my hair as well as blurring
my glasses. If that was all that happened I would have been
angry, but just shrugged it off. Unfortunately I was almost at
the railroad tracks and the water splashed ahead of me onto the
track. I had been distracted by the car horn, by intention I
believe, and was still braking when the front wheel hit the wet
metal. The wheel slid sideways to the right and I went flying. I
saw the pavement coming at me and tried to break my fall with my
left arm. There was incredible pain, then nothing.

I spent almost six months in and out of the hospital while they
tried to rebuild my face. The rough pavement I slid along worked
just like a cheese grater. I now had a titanium jawbone and
cheekbone. My nose was plastic and the left half of my face was
recovered with skin from my ass. No matter how much work they did
on it, I still scared little kids. I grew my hair long to try to
hide, but that didn’t look right either. I also had pins in my
right ankle and in the bones of my left arm.

I never made it back to high school. Mom lost her job at the
grocery store because she was taking so much time off to care for
me. She got in touch with a lawyer and sued the families of the
kids in the car that day. Their malicious action had destroyed my
life, so we made them suffer as much as we could. Mom home
schooled me till it was time for college. I did my best to be
Mister Invisible at college. Even with long hair and high
collars, kids would see my face and their eyes would slide away
in revulsion. That was why I loved Halloween. I could wear a mask
and look just like everyone else. This was the only time I could
have actual conversations, especially with women.

This year I knew of a couple of parties people in the office were
having, and then there was the official office party. I was able
to access the personnel records to get addresses. In college I
had tried hard to guide myself toward a career where I had very
little interaction with people. Now I was an actuary at NHP in
Evansville, Indiana. We were one of the top ten health insurance
companies in Indiana and all I had to deal with were numbers. I
ate in my office and usually got to work earlier and left later
than anyone else on my floor. My door was normally closed and any
interactions were with E-mail and telephone.

I went to three parties last year, and left before the unmasking.
I shop all year to get the best masks and had a nice sized
collection now. There was no need for anyone to recognize me from
previous parties.

The first party this year was at Joss Logan’s house. He lived in
a duplex out on East Virginia Street. It was a nice place and a
good neighborhood. I had found a well made Blackbeard mask and
costume last month and I was going to wear it to this party. The
mask and beard covered my face completely, and the big hat and
wig finished concealing my identity.

I was waiting ten minutes before the party was due to begin. I
sat in my rental car just down the block and watched as people
started to arrive. My own car was a plain white Impala, but I
didn’t want to take the chance that someone would recognize it,
so I used a rental just for these parties.

I waited until a large group of cars pulled in to park at the
same time, and moved forward to join them. I slipped into the
party amid the throng, grabbed a drink, and moved over to a
corner to watch for the rest of the guests to get here.

I recognized Logan and his wife. They were done up as Peter pan
and Wendy. I nursed my drink for half an hour and by then it
seemed that everyone was here that was coming. I moved over by
the punch bowl and looked around. I saw Cat Woman standing near
the French doors leading out onto the patio. The costume was
tight enough to show a very nice form, and she was alone. Her
glass was almost empty, so I put down my glass and approached
her.

“Pardon me, Cat, but would you like a refill?”

 The lady looked over at me, then spoke softly enough that only I
could hear, “Oh help, help, there’s a pirate after me.” Then she
gained volume and asked me, “Why, yes, Mister Beard, do you think
you could find me a nice red wine?”

I went along with the gag, “Oh no, wouldn’t you prefer some
punch?” I then whispered to her, “It hides the taste of the drugs
so much better.”

She laughed and said, “I think I’ll stay with the wine, thank
you. You might get your bird a cracker or something though, he is
looking a little peaked.”

She was referring to the stuffed toy sewn onto the jacket
shoulder. I had wanted a parrot, but the only thing I could find
to go with the costume was the “Fruit Loops” toucan,
multi-colored beak and all.

I chuckled as I headed over to the snack table. They had several
box wines available; to include a burgundy I’d had before and
knew to be good. I got us both a plastic cup full and took it
back to the super villainess.

I was able to talk to this woman for over an hour, the topics
ranged from the future of the economy to fashion trends. This was
what I loved about the masks and costumes of this time of year.
Women would actually talk to me as a normal person, not a
disgusting cripple. I could not get enough of their soft voices,
the smell of their perfume, or on rare occasions the smell of
shampoo in their hair. I had at most three chances this year to
experience that, and I was going to take every advantage of it.

Cat didn’t seem to want to let me go, and when I started making
noises of moving on, she l+ed me over to other groups and acted
as if we were a couple. This was fine by me, as it added to the
strength of my position, now I was the date of an invited guest.
We danced a few times and generally had a good time, oh how I
wished that I could do this without the mask. She was quite a bit
shorter than my six feet and every time she tried to get close to
me on the dance floor, all she got was a face full of beard.

We were both giggling about her latest attempt, when Joss called
attention for the judging of the costumes. This was my signal to
leave. When the judging was done, that would mean that it was
time to unmask, and I avoided that at all costs.

I indicated to Cat that I was heading to the bathroom, and beat
feet out the door. It would have been interesting to see Cat
without the mask, I thought I saw a slight oriental cast to the
eyes, but couldn’t be sure. That and the slightly olive
coloration of the skin of her shoulders revealed by the costume
hinted at an oriental heritage.

This party had been on Saturday the twenty second, with Halloween
being on Monday this year there was time for two more parties.
Bill Jackson was having one on Friday the twenty eighth, and the
actual office party was scheduled for Saturday the twenty ninth.

Jackson’s house backed onto Clearcrest Country club and was a lot
more house than a midlevel manager should be able to afford.
Rumor had it that his wife’s family had contributed a lot to
making him eligible to buy the house and join the country Club.
Jackson always went all out with his parties, trying to show that
he deserved all the luck his wife had brought him.

I was going to this party as Fidel Castro. I had the battle dress
uniform, the fatigue cap, spirit gummed scraggly beard, and a
camouflage pattern mask.

I couldn’t use the same dodge as I had at Logan’s party. Any cars
sitting on the street Jackson lived on would be immediately
investigated by private police. Instead I parked at a gas station
on the street leading into the subdivision, and followed when I
saw a couple of cars I recognized heading in the right direction.


This time I needn’t have bothered, no one was checking for
invitations. Jackson’s front yard had been turned into a pumpkin
patch with skeletons for scarecrows and crimson eyed vultures
sitting on them watching as people walked by. There was a fenced
path leading to an arched gate beside the house. The fence poles
had skulls on them with little lights inside of the skulls barely
illuminating the pathway. The archway was coated in spider webs
with great big spiders hanging just above head height. There were
also several strings hanging down to touch you as you walked
through. With this much effort put into the intro, I couldn’t
wait to see the back yard where the party would be. Jackson had
obviously hired a good decorating company to do this as it was
far and beyond what someone would be likely to do by themselves.

Once through the gateway we were walking through a dark graveyard
that had little green lights highlighting the pathway and some of
the gravestones, added to that there was a fog machine pumping
away somewhere.

Stepping into the backyard I entered a world of lights and music.
The baffling was good enough to keep the sound in the background
until you were in the yard. The décor here was more traditional
with a lot of black and orange. The key point was beyond the pool
where a large construct of Japanese rice paper screens was lit up
brightly. I was curious as to how this would be used during the
party.

I saw many of the same costumes as I had last week. There was Cat
Woman, but a different one. This one was taller than my companion
of last week, and had some blond hair sticking out from under the
hood.

There were also a few new costumes. I was standing near the
drinks table looking for someone, female preferably, needing a
drink so I could start up a conversation.

“Well hello there, Mister Castro. May I be a part of your
revolution?”

I turned and saw a woman dressed all in purple and black. She had
a purple mask with sequins and the outfit was composed of flowing
cape and low cut dress. Above the mask was a headdress that
resembled a black crown and totally covered her head.

“Well, now, Senora. That would depend upon who you are, now
wouldn’t it?”

“Why, of course. I am the Black Queen, Snow White’s step mother.
Would you like an apple?”

“I do believe I’ll pass on that for now, my dear. Can I offer you
some wine or punch instead?” I glanced at the attractive cleavage
displayed for me and moved to her eyes. Something familiar there,
could it be Cat from last week? Nah, must be my imagination.

She requested wine and I quickly moved to comply. No box wines at
this party, Jackson went all out with expensive champagne served
by a bartender.

I returned to my Black Queen, and it didn’t take long talking to
her to realize that indeed it was the same woman who had
monopolized my time last week. I didn’t mind though, she was the
most interesting woman I had ever talked to. I so wished that I
could take it farther than the party, but I knew that once the
unmasking came, I would be alone again.

The DJ had some of my favorite Halloween songs and I danced with
my Black Queen several times. Once again she seemed to not want
to circulate but stay by my side for the evening. I was
fascinated by this lady, and mildly confused. I had spent much of
the week thinking about her, and hoping to get the chance it
seemed that I now had.

After about an hour Jackson got behind the microphone and I found
out what the construct was about.

“Attention everyone! The structure you see beyond the pool is a
large and extensive maze. At the center of the maze is a table
with a button and three envelopes. The button will take a picture
and show it on the screen out here showing who won through to the
center. In the envelopes are checks for three, four, and five
thousand dollars. When the first three couples make it to the
center they get to choose a charity for the money to go to, and
the contribution will be made in their names. Now those who wish
to try to defeat the maze, line up at the doorways. Couples only,
please.”

“Ohh, that sounds like fun,” my Black Queen said. “Let’s get in
line?”

“Okay, I can’t see why not.”

There were six doors spaced along this side of the maze, Jackson
assured us that each door could make it to the center, but some
were faster than others.

We stepped into the maze and the corridor moved to the left,
following the outside of the maze. We passed the first opening
toward the center, seeing the folks ahead of us turn into it. The
walls of the maze were rice paper screens with pictures from
Japanese folk tales painted on them. With the light behind them
the pictures were quite striking and very pretty. We stopped at
one scene that encompassed several panels where a samurai warrior
was fighting a dragon.

“Do you think he gets the maiden in the background as a reward
when he defeats the dragon, Fidel?”

“He’s the Samurai, my Queen, he gets whatever maiden he wants.
He’s only fighting the dragon so that he doesn’t have to share.”

“Does a Queen have similar privileges, do you think?”

“Why sure you do, you can have any maiden you wish as well.”

We had started walking again and were rapidly getting lost, then
we came upon a door, and as we passed through there was a large
bush in front of us. We went around it and discovered that we
were at a dead end, but there was a bench snuggled in to the bush
and I motioned toward it. This had obviously been here and the
maze constructed around it, ingenious really.

“Would you like to sit for a moment my Queen? It seems that we
are at an impasse.”

“Why yes I would, Senor.” She paused for a moment, “Earlier you
said that I could have any maiden I wished, but what if what I
want is a revolutionary, or a pirate?”

“Why, you have me at your command, Senora. I will have to fight
this pirate you are talking of though.” There was no doubt now
about her knowing that I had been Blackbeard last week.

“Are you going to shadow box, then? Please sit with me. I would
like to get to know you a little better, sir.”

I eased down next to her, and she slid over against me. I didn’t
know what to do, talking okay, but if she wanted to make out, I
was scared and getting frantic.

“Calm down, hon, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me
to.”

I gave out a short laugh, “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”

“Ah, but I don’t think you have any experience in this, my
friend. Am I right?”

What the hell, why try to hide it? “Yeah, you’re right. In fact,
you are the only woman I’ve talked to more than once in years.”

“I thought so.” Her hand slid up my leg until it was pressed
against the rapidly growing bulge at the top. “I would like to
get to know you a lot better, but first there is the matter of
the feelings you have kindled in me that need to be taken care
of.” She abruptly stood up and began undoing the large black
buttons running down the front of her long purple dress, starting
at the bottom. She got almost to her waist, then sat back down
and pulled my arm to place my hand on her now bare knee. “You
start there and I’ll start here and we’ll take care of this
problem as long as you are willing.”

I was shocked. The combination of this woman fumbling with the
belt of my fatigues and the feel of the silky smooth skin under
my hand had me unable to move for a moment. Then my unused libido
kicked into gear. Damn, this woman I had spent two nights talking
to wanted to have anonymous sex. Oh hell yeah! The first thing
was to give her the access she had granted me. I reluctantly
pulled my hand from her knee and quickly unbuckled the military
web belt as well as the one holding my pants together, then undid
the buttons on the waist and fly. With this task taken care of,
my left hand quickly returned to the land of wonder on her knee.
As she leaned forward to concentrate on my middle, my right arm
moved behind her and slowly slid down to her perky ass. I had
admired this in the cat suit last week, but I found out that the
feel was much better than the appearance.

With both hands busy my mind was luxuriating in the feel of her
and I was slightly detached from what she was doing. At least I
was until she got both hands onto my rock hard cock and began to
play. That is the only way I can describe what she was doing. I
could hear giggles and cackles coming from her mouth as she
caressed and stroked me. I don’t know what she could see to enjoy
so much, it was just a cock.

Her body, on the other hand, or should I say hands, was the stuff
wet dreams were made of. My right hand had hold of a perfect
little buttock, smooth and plump and resilient. It was just a
little larger than my hand and I could not get enough of the feel
of it. My left hand was slowly making its way to the promised
land. I was softly rubbing in circles growing closer and closer
to my goal. I had seen many cunts on the internet and in
magazines, but I had never felt one before. Prostitutes aren’t
much into foreplay, especially with me. My hand was well onto the
silky smooth skin before I realized that my Black Queen wasn’t
wearing any panties, or have any hair on her pussy.

My attention was taken back to my own lap as I felt something
pressing onto the head of my dick. That was all it took, I was
cumming. I had absolutely no control over it. I looked down, and
my Black Queen was holding a scarf over my spurting cock.

“There we go. I’m sure you’ll be ready again quickly now. Did
that feel good?”

“I don’t know, it happened so fast, I’m sorry.”

“No need to be. I expected that and worked for it. Now you’ll
last a lot longer for me the next time.”

“The next time?” I asked stupidly.

“Yes, the next time. Now go back to what you were doing, it feels
good.”

I began exploring everything I could touch. She spread her legs
farther and I pushed my hand down, and suddenly my finger entered
a smooth, wet place. She groaned and I moved my finger back and
forth some more. I then found a fleshy bump under my thumb and
rubbed around on it.

“YES, YES, that’s it. It feels so much better than when I do it.”
She moaned and pumped up and down for a minute or two, the
suddenly she stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me up. “Come
on, you’re hard again and I need that in me.” She turned away
from me and bent over toward the bench. The next thing I knew she
had flipped her dress up onto her back and put her hands down
against the bench.

I was stunned, there in front of me was the most perfect ass I
had ever seen anywhere. Beneath it I could see her pussy dripping
fluid down her thighs. She spread her high heel encased feet
farther apart as I gazed at the beautiful legs and ass before me.


“Here is your target, Fidel, please fuck me now,” she said as one
hand reached back and spread her nether lips.

I didn’t need any more urging. I stepped up and had to bend my
knees a bit to hit the target. She was so wet that I slipped
right in. Oh god, what a feeling. This was the first time I had
done this without a condom; I luxuriated in the feel of it till
she started bucking against me. I took my cue and began moving
back and forth. I was being careful to not lose contact, but my
Black Queen was getting impatient.

“Fuck me Castro, slam that big prick into me, make me yours!”

I grabbed her thighs, straightened my legs, and started thrusting
myself into her depths. I knew I wouldn’t last long again at this
pace, but I didn’t care. All I wanted at that point was release.
My partner was grunting and almost barking in her passion. My
fatigue pants had fallen to my knees and my boxers were slamming
against that perfect ass when I felt her pussy flexing and
squeezing me till suddenly I slammed one last time against her
and emptied myself into the hot clasping cunt of my Black Queen.

I stood like that for a moment, then lowered her feet back to the
ground and backed away. I almost tripped on my pants until I got
them pulled up and buckled back.

My partner stood up and shoved the scarf she had used on me into
her crotch. She then bent over and began to rebutton her dress.
“Damn, I needed that. Now we had better get out of here before
someone else discovers our little hideaway.”

We followed a winding path and finally found our way through a
door, out of the maze on the other side. We didn’t win a prize,
but we hadn’t been trying to. At first it was awkward trying to
talk to the woman I had just had sex with, but she acted as if
nothing had happened, so I did the same.

We got out of the maze in time to see Superman and Minnie Mouse
displayed on the big screen TV as they found the center of the
maze. By the time we had gotten to the drink and snack table, two
more couples had entered the prize zone and the contest was over.


I was able to dance several dances with my Black Queen. I loved
the feel of her in my hands. When I tried to hold her at her
waist, she pushed my hands down to her butt. Finally though, the
evening had to come to an end. Jackson announced the judging of
the costumes.

The black Queen leaned over to me and whispered, “Time for us to
leave lover, I don’t have an invite either. Now you be sure to be
at the company party tomorrow night at the Fairfield Inn, you
don’t have to tell me what you’ll be wearing, I’ll find you.”

Now I was starting to get scared. What the hell was going on? I
had begun planning to go to the party tomorrow to get a chance to
see Cat again, but now she seemed to know entirely too much about
me.

“Now don’t worry, honey, I promise that you will like what you
find out at the party. If nothing else happens, you’ll get to
keep your mask on and make love to me again after the party.”

I liked that idea. This woman had been the first who had
energetically and enthusiastic had sex with me. Prostitutes will
fuck, but even they get a bit weirded out when I want to wear a
mask. I don’t really have to think about it, I’ll be there.

The company party was at the Fairfield Inn in west Evansville.
For this party I had an invitation so there was no need to skulk
around, and I arrived on time and presented my invitation.

Inside, the activities room was fully decorated in traditional
Halloween garb. The company parties were dances with themes and
not a lot more. For this party I went all out. Phantom of the
Opera suited me to a tee. The mask covered the left side of my
face along with my eyes and nose. The costume was grandiose and
flashy as all get out. I’d had it specially made a couple of
years ago, but this was the first time I had the nerve to wear
it.

I didn’t have long to wait to see what Cat would have on this
time. When I found out I almost pissed my pants.

“Hello Allan. My, that is a magnificent costume, the best you’ve
ever worn I’d say.”

To say that I was stunned would be putting it mildly.
“How…how…how do you know my name? How do you know which costumes
I wear? Who are you?”

“Take it easy, Allan. My name is Lee Fang, and I have been
watching you. I work nights at the company cleaning offices. I
became interested in you when I saw that you always left after
everyone else. I heard enough gossip to know that you didn’t
interact with anyone else in the office either. I watched how you
walked and saw the hesitation of an old injury, and the way you
held your arm showed the same thing. That is how I always knew
what costume you were wearing. You can hide your shape, but you
can’t hide that walk. I investigated a little more and found out
about the accident and your injuries. What has happened to you is
extremely horrible and sad, and I would like to help.”

Lee Fang was wearing a set of surgical scrubs, to include mask
and hat. All that was revealed was her eyes and the back of her
neck. “Why would you want to do that? Why would you do what you
did last night?”

“Because I can understand what you have been going through. I
have a similar problem.”

“What do you mean, a similar problem?” Visions of the Gorgon go
slithering through my brain.

“I had breast cancer, Allan. My husband couldn’t handle it and
left me and our daughter. I beat the cancer, but I paid a price
for it. I lost all of my hair, and most of my right breast. Would
that bother you, Allan?”

“I won’t mind it if you think you can handle seeing me without
the mask; it’s pretty bad.” I was thinking of the conversations
we had at the two previous parties and at how good the sex felt.
I could deal with just one tit, and hair was highly overrated. I
could always get her a wig if she wanted one. She already had a
child, so I had to wonder at just how old my black Queen was.

“I have seen you, Allan. You were leaving and didn’t know anyone
was around. It is not as bad as you would believe. I don’t think
you will scare my daughter, Mei. She is ten and wants to save the
world. I am a couple of years older than you though; would you
want an older woman friend and lover?”

I could see the apprehension in her lovely eyes,
“It depends on whether or not you are willing to fulfill my
unused juvenile fantasies. I never got the chance to go through
that part of my youth, Lee Fang, I might wear you out.”

“Don’t worry about that dear. When the drugs got out of my system
I got hyper horny and had nothing to take care of me but a
vibrator. I may wear you out young man. How about we start our
romance off with a bang?”

“What have you got in mind?”

“I doubt that very many of your coworkers have seen you unmasked.
I always wear a scarf at work and even though my hair is starting
to grow back, it still is spotty and thin. How about we throw a
real scare into these folks?”

“I…I…I don’t know if I can do that. I have hidden for so long
now.”

“Please? Do it for me. Show people that you aren’t ashamed to be
with me. I would be proud to call you my man and stand beside
you. Can you do that too?”

“Yes! Yes, I can. I have hidden long enough. If they can’t stand
to look at me, then they can turn away. Fuck’em!”

The music started up then and we danced. We planned as we danced,
and by the time they were getting ready to judge costumes, we
were ready as well. For the first time in my life, I stood
forward for the judging. I knew how good a costume I had. I
should win the individual prize, or at least second place.

When the moment did come, I took Lee Fang’s hand and walked up
onto the stage. My boss was standing up there and shook my hand.

“And now, let’s see who the phantom really is.” He gestured to me
to unmask, but I stepped to the microphone instead.

“First let me introduce my date, Kim Lee Fang,” and Lee Fang
removed her mask and cap, showing a beautiful face and an almost
bald head with clumps of short, thin, hair on it. It was a
shocking aspect of an otherwise lovely woman. There was a
collective gasp from the crowd, and then I threw back my cowl and
ripped down my mask. I stood proud as the sound from the audience
hushed for just a moment, then exploded in a cacophony. I could
hear someone giggling off to one side and outright laughter from
another as some saw the humor of the situation, but the overall
sound was of horror. I looked over at Lee Fang and asked, “Could
you kiss this face?”

Her smile didn’t slip an iota as she stepped into my arms and
pulled my head down for a kiss filled with passion. The last
thing I heard as we sealed our commitment was someone puking in
the corner.

Damn, but I love Halloween!