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Subject: {ASSM} Treat or Trick? {Stereograph} (mF F-solo m-solo exib? voy halloween) 
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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken as a
guide to behavior in the real world.  The people, places and
events exist only in the mind of the Author.  This is a work of
pornographic fiction, it should not be read by those who are
under the legal age to do so in the jurisdiction where you live.
It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to read where you
live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own country, the
Author cannot be responsible for the laws of every country
connected to the internet.  Neither the Author, nor society
condone some of the actions presented within.

Please, enjoy the story.
                           Treat or Trick?

Codes: mF F-solo m-solo exib? voy halloween

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----- - -   At fourteen Jack was a bit old to go begging on
Halloween. Officially he wasn't, he was minding his younger
sisters.  That didn't stop him from holding out his bag and
calling out the traditional phrase. He'd hooked up with friends
who were also minding siblings.  He and his friends planned to
end the night at a party at the Brown residence, after dropping
the kids off at home.

  House after house was hit up for treats.  Jack, and his
buddies, kept a list of the homes that offered nothing.  One game
they planned was playing tricks on the owners.  It was tradition,
even if the cops might not approve of it.  Better, they had all
night.  The party was a sleepover.  The Browns had two teens,
twins a boy and girl, and had offered to supervise.  There were
separate sleeping quarters for the sexes.  Jack hoped to get
lucky with a girl tonight.

  The teens drove their younger brothers and sisters on fast
covering more streets than parents normally did.  Bags full and
legs tired the siblings were taken home.  His parents were happy.
 Jack headed to the party.

  The Browns had a slightly upscale home for the neighborhood in
which they lived.  The previous home on the lot had burned and
the Browns started from scratch.  They had lots of room to put on
a party and double sleepover.  The room they set up for dancing
normally held table games.  The games and other furnishings had
been removed. Only a stereo and a few chairs were in the room. 
This would be the boys sleeping space after the dancing was over.
 The combined dinning and living room served as the main party
area, and would house the girls. The whole main floor was
decorated in Halloween dress.

  Jack had plans to pay special attention to Laura.  He'd tried
to date her a few times with mixed success.  He'd heard, from
reliable sources, that she thought him cute, and liked him.  With
all night to work at it he thought he might get somewhere.  He
hoped all the way.

  Jack asked Laura to dance with him, she agreed, and into the
dance room they went.  The costumed boys and girls were having
fun, hamming it up, playing the characters their costumes
represented.  There was plenty of mock bitting and general
groping.  Jack was dressed as a ghost.  He made a number of faked
passes of his hands through her. He connected a few times, Laura
allowed that and seemed to encourage him.  Jacks hopes rose.

  They had to be put on hold as the 'Scavenger Hunt' was
announced. It was the excuse to play tricks on non-participating
homes.  Tim and Tina Brown were in on the game, their parents
weren't.  Teams were formed.  Each team had a list of items to
collect.  The teams were segregated by sex.  As arranged Jack
drew two friends who would help with the trickery.  They had
another list, one of homes to plague.

  Jack took care of Mrs. Wheeler's home.  She was over ninety,
used a walker, and most likely lived on a fixed income.  He went
light on her, just a 'Boo!' written with soap on her storm door.
He made sure it was at a hight easy for her to clean.

  His next house was one someone had just moved into.  With the
movers and friends helping he hadn't figured out who was going to
live there. He hadn't cared.  Jack figured it was someone who
could have passed out treats.  He decided to give it the full
treatment.

  He looked through a window, while soaping 'BOO!' on it in
reverse, and saw a young woman.  She wore a knit top and stretch
pants.  She was kind of cute.  She certainly could have passed
out candy.  He drew a spiderweb in chalk on the porch.  He heard
a sound from a darkened window looking out on the porch.  He
looked at the window.  Nothing. Jack left the porch anyway.

  Jack went round the house to find another window to soap.  He
found one.  A dinning room showed dimly within.  He soaped a
crude hanged man on it.  As he did, he saw the woman pass through
the room.  He couldn't see her well, but her outline was sort of
nice.  He left the window, moving to the back of the house.

  Going round, he spotted a lit window.  If she was there she
wouldn't be able to see out.  Good.

  Jack looked in.  The girl was there. She stood in the middle of
the room, turned away from the window, seeming to stare at
nothing. Jack reached up to soap the window, intrigued at the
thought of writing on it with her just a few feet away.  Her hand
went to her crotch. Jack couldn't believe he'd seen that! 
Suddenly she turned toward him. Had she heard him?  The girl
stood motionless for a minute or so. Her hand went back to her
crotch.

  Jack watched as the girl went to her bed.  She slipped her hand
into her pants.  Jack's eyes grew to their widest.  He couldn't
believe she was doing that.  He couldn't believe he was watching.

  Her hand made circles on her tummy, then moved down to her
crotch. Jack found his own hand mirroring her movements.  His
dick was pushing uncomfortably against his jeans.  He shifted it
to relieve the pressure.  As he did the soap fell to the ground
rattling leaves. Had she heard?

  The girl moved her other hand beneath her top.  He still didn't
know if she was aware of him, and putting on a show, or not.

  Jack stroked himself through his pants in time with the girl. 
She stopped stroking and sat up, placing both hands on the hem of
her top. She pulled it off, slowly, so slowly.  Jack thought he
was going to pass out from the excitement.  He was going to see
her tits!

  Top off, she shook out her hair, stopping her head with her
eyes on the window.  Did she see him?  Fear replaced the
excitement.  If he was caught he'd be grounded for life, if not
in jail.  He was going to see tits!  Was the risk worth it?

  She reached back to unhook her bra, still with her head turned
to the window.  Jack's dick pumped.  'No! Not yet!' he thought. 
A cat cried, Jack jumped, bumping the windowsill.  Did her eyes
focus on the window?  She must have heard him.  Jack stood, heart
pumping rapidly, waiting, waiting--waiting for what?  He didn't
even know.  At least his dick had calmed down.  If he came in his
pants what would he tell the other party-goers?  What would he
tell Laura?  That question suggested he's get somewhere with
Laura, somewhere alone, somewhere close together.  How likely was
that?  He still didn't know.

  The woman undid her bra, letting it fall to the bed.  TITS!
Jack's dick perked up again.  He undid his fly, just in case.

  The girl, he wished he knew her name, began slow caresses all
over her torso while continuing to play with her breasts with one
hand. She was no longer looking at the window.  Her right hand
circled it's way to her waistband.  It slipped inside.  The
stretchy fabric grew odd bulges as her fingers did things at her
crotch.  Jack wished he could see better what she was doing.  He
found his own hand inside his fly.  Watching the girl was much
more of a turn-on than imagining sex with the girls he knew. 
Imagination left some details out due to lack of information.  He
still lacked some information due to the pants.  Would she take
them off?

  Jack heard footsteps.  He panicked.  He withdrew his hand and
closed his fly.  The footsteps continued, closer, closer, they
sounded just in front of the house.  They stopped.  Jack looked
for a place to hide.  The steps resumed, which direction?  An
agonizing minute later they were clearly moving away, down the
street.

  Jack looked back into the window.  The girl had lowered her
waistband while he wasn't looking.  He still couldn't see much,
but the fact that her crotch was now bare inflamed him.  He
pressed his nose to the glass.  He stroked himself.  'Please,
please turn this way!' She started to turn over.  Jack realized
he might be visible to her now.  He jerked back, just as her eyes
came into view.  Had she seen him?

  Her hand covered her pussy, Jack could still see nothing of it.
The fingers were moving in and out of her thighs on the unseen
pussy. He wished she would spread her legs so he could see
better.  Her eyes looked straight at the window.

  More footsteps.  Jack closed his fly again.  He'd been here a
long time.  Were his friends coming to find him?  Had a neighbor
seen and called the police?  The footsteps continued past the
house, running. A trick or treater going home late?  Jack just
knew his heart was racing faster than the footsteps.  He sat down
for a minute.

  Nerves settled, he returned to the window.  The girl was still
there, on her back, massaging her mound.  She stopped, laying
still for a moment.  She sat up and grasped the top of her pants.
 Down, down, down they went.  She left them at her ankles.  Now
bare to the ankles she spread her knees and resumed, head turned
to the window.  His angle was all wrong, he could see no more
than before.  Dare he move? Jack waited.  Her head turned away
and Jack stepped back to look around.  He spotted a lawn chair. 
He crept over to the chair, set it in front of the window, and
peered in.  She was still turned away so Jack climbed up on the
seat.  He could see.

  Jack watched as her hand parted the curls of pubic hair,
descending into the split now visible.  'Yes!' he thought.  He
braced his left hand against the frame, his right back in his
own, now open, pants.

  The girl's hand moved faster now.  She rolled this way and
that, settling half turned to the window.  Jack's hand moved
faster too. Two of her fingers disappeared between her legs.  She
had them inside the secret place Jack could only imagine.  He'd
never yet seen it, on her or any girl.  He couldn't now, but he
tracked the motion of those disappearing fingers, matching their
tempo.

  The girl's breathing looked to be labored.  Her left hand lay
on her chest, forgotten.  Her active hand moved faster, and
faster, the visible fingers pressed hard into the fur-covered
flesh.  Her knuckles danced, up, down, and side to side, never
resting.  Jack's own breath was difficult to catch.  His hand
moved in time to the dance, grip tight.  He could hold back no
longer.

  Jack came, the first few spurts splashing on the window, just
before his knees went, and he fell.  He landed in an untidy heap
beside the overturned chair, still spurting from his untended
dick.  She must have heard.  Jack must be in trouble.  If she
hadn't know he was there before, she did now.

  Through the closed window came a cry.  It sounded almost like a
cry of pain.  It repeated, twice, then faint enough to be
imagination came rasping breaths.

  Jack gathered himself and stood.  Dare he risk a look?  He
heard laughter.  He had to look.  The girl lay still on the bed,
her hands where they had been before, now unmoving.  Her face was
to the window, eyes closed.  She was smiling.

  Emboldened, Jack used his soap to spread his splashes into a
cartoon ghost.  He fled to return to his friends.

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