Tyler lifted the top of the last illuminated Jack-O-Lantern and blew out the candle. He held the pumpkin up and smiled. He liked the way the smoke seeped out through the carved out facial features of the gourd. Placing it back down at his feet, he stood on the steps of the now much more darkened porch to his house. In fact, all of the houses on the street were a lot less bright, the height of the trick-or-treating ending a couple of hours earlier.
Only a couple of stragglers in homemade costumes were running down the deserted street, possibly chased by some haunting forces seeking to reclaim the night for their own. More likely, they had ventured too far in their quest for sweet treats and now were rushing back home before curfew.
Off in the distance, in the cool, dark night, he heard a dog howl. Perfect. That was a wrap for this year’s Halloween, he figured.
Back inside his house, Tyler walked into the living room and dimmed the lights, letting the fireplace cast a flickering glow around the room. He still had one small Jack-O-Lantern burning away on the mantle, its wicked eyes and sneering mouth glowing a fiery yellow. He picked up a pillow case and paused, surprised by the weight of it. He took a peek inside and whistled, impressed.
His wife, Sora, came down the stairs looking at the little halo and feather wings she carried in her hands. She had a melancholy look about her as she held up the costume and pouted, “Our baby’s first Halloween.”
Tyler smiled. They had somehow managed to wait until their daughter, Jamie, had turned 2 to take her out trick-or-treating. They both agreed it was ridiculous to see infants being carried around by their parents on Halloween night just to get some free candy. But it had been certainly tempting to do so.
Tyler walked over to his wife and took the small, golden halo from her. He grinned and asked, “So any comments about our little angel being led around by a hot She-devil?”
“Oh yeah,” Sora winked. She returned a coy smile and stepped back. She brought her chin to her shoulder and struck a cover-girl pose, fluttering her eye-lashes. The dancing colours of the fireplace cast the perfect effect. Her red satin devil costume looked like it had been vacuum sealed over her skin. It covered her body from her ankles to her neck accessorized with spiked heels, dainty little horns on the top of her head and a full length tail at the back. Tyler liked the way it highlighted his wife’s long, slim body, and hugged her round bottom like a glove.
Sora laughed as she straightened the headband that held her horns in place and fixed her neck-length chestnut hair. She reached back for her “tail” and then twirled it around. “Do you know how many fathers said that they wouldn’t mind playing with my tail?” she remarked, “And right in front of their kids, too. It was embarrassing.”
She didn’t really believe that. Her pleased grin made that obvious.
“Dirty buggers,” Tyler squinted. He indulged in the image of the many husbands and dads in the neighbourhood his wife had titillated that night.
“And you, Mr.Greek god,” she nodded towards him, “How did Zeus fare minding Olympus this evening?”
Tyler shrugged and adjusted his laurel and toga. “It was kind of cold,” he said, noting his one exposed pec and legs.
“Tell me about it. I probably should have had a sweater out there,” Sora remarked. She looked down at herself and blushed, thinking about the likelihood that her “headlights were on high beam” beneath her skin-tight costume all evening.
They both laughed. Sora asked, “So no kids made a comment about a man being in a dress?”
“Nope,” he said. A satisfied grin affixed over his jaw. He raised his arms, flexing his muscles. The rowing team did wonders for his physique. He inhaled and added, “Though Janice asked if she could take a peek under my skirt.”
He froze in mid-pose and looked at his wife. Sora, her arms folded, didn’t appear amused. Their neighbour, Janice Kimball, was at least 10 years their senior but she still had a body, and a sex drive, that could do much damage.
Hesitantly, Tyler eased from his posing and looked downward and away in silent, sheepish apology. It was probably a good thing that he didn’t bother to mention that Janice had come around in a faux-fur Wilma Flintstone costume.
Sora arched a fine-trimmed brow. “As long as you don’t act the same way as your over-sexed, Father-of-all gods counterpart,” she chided him.
“Nope. This Zeus kept his lightning bolts in his pants,” he said smiling as he walked over to her. He pinched the horns on the top of her head then took her in his arms. He added, “Besides, I’m only horny for one sexy she-devil.”
He pulled her in close and locked his lips over hers. They embraced closely, the very little they were actually wearing barely separating their skin.
They parted slowly after the sensuous kiss. Tyler grinned at her and asked, “So is the angel asleep?”
“Passed out on her cloud.” She threw him a seductive wink.
“You want to do this now?”
Sora nodded slowly. She said, “Been waiting all night long.”
The two pushed aside the coffee table and sank down onto the rug. Then Sora dumped the bag of collected candy onto the floor between them into a huge heaping mound of sweetness. The couple stared at it with curling grins on their lips.
“That,” Tyler declared as he arched his eyebrows upward, “Is a huge pile of bellyache and hyperactivity.”
Sora rolled her eyes. Her husband was ever the health nut. She selected and unwrapped a molasses taffy and popped it into her mouth. She spoke as she slowly chewed, “Now, now. Everything in moderation. It’ll be fine.”
She picked up another piece of licorice and unwrapped it as well.
“Moderation, huh?” Tyler snickered. He could see the difficulty she was having chewing the sticky candy. He could also see that she was clearly enjoying the sugary sweetness.
They began to sort through the loot, tossing aside open wrappers, putting the chips into separate piles. The more they separated, the more they found lying underneath. This was a bounty.
“Jeez, this is a helluva lot of candy,” Tyler remarked.
“We picked the right neighbourhood to live in I guess,” his wife said playfully. She was right about that. There were no dark houses in their area that night. Every home was decked out with jack-o-lanterns, scarecrows, tombstones, bats, cats, rats…and every neighbour seemed to dump handfuls of candy into each trick-or-treat bag that passed their doorstep.
“Hey, candy corn! And Twinkies! And Pixie Sticks! And candy cigarettes!” Tyler exclaimed reveling in childhood memories of the various confections. He picked up a piece of sponge toffee and eyed it.
Sora leered at him. “You know you want it,” she cooed.
Tyler looked at her then back at the candy, an anxious expression on his face. Finally he tore off the little piece of plastic and tossed the whole chunk into his mouth. He chewed and smiled like he had just been pumped with morphine as it crunched and melted and stuck to his teeth.
“Told you it was good,” Sora giggled.
He shook his head. “You are the devil,” he sighed then nodded towards her, “What’re those?”
Sora held up a couple of little tubes shaped like baby-bottles. Yellow and green viscous fluids shifted inside of them. “I think they’re candy syrups,” she said.
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” she remarked.
They continued to sift through and sample the candy. Sora’s eyes lit up and she reached out and grabbed another big stick of candy with her hands.
“Damn. That’s a big Tootsie Roll,” Tyler exclaimed.
The woman held the long candy bar lovingly up against her cheek. She said with a gleeful smile, “Uh-huh! And it’s all mine ! Aaron down the road said he was saving it for me.”
Tyler paused and grimaced. “Aaron Mayberry? He gave you that?”
Sora nodded slowly. “All ten inches of it,” she breathed.
Frowning and chewing on his tongue, Tyler tried to think of what to say. Aaron Mayberry was their 6’3″, 215-pound black electrician neighbour who liked to stop his van in front of their house whenever Sora was doing her gardening on the front lawn. Once he had even hit the curb when she was planting begonias in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a tank top one particularly hot and steamy day.
Sora continued to caress the length of Tootsie Roll with her cheek before she stopped, her face turning red. She started to sputter then broke out laughing. She thumped the contentious length of candy on Tyler’s bewildered head and said, “Oh don’t be so stupid! Aaron Mayberry was too busy playing Blackula with Gracie Mayberry. I don’t know who the heck dropped this thing into the bag.”
Tyler sighed, trying not to make his relief so obvious.
“Still,” Sora said as she peeled back the wrapper exposing the rippling, shiny, dark brown bar of chewy chocolate, “It does sort of remind me of Aaron.”
Tyler smirked and said, “How would you know?”
Sora shrugged and sighed wistfully, “Woman’s intuition.”
He was about to comment further but instead his mouth hung open as he watched Sora round her lips and slide the end of the Tootsie Roll slowly into her mouth.
“Mmm,” she hummed as she closed her eyes and pushed it up against her throat. She lolled her tongue around it. A creamy cocoa flavour filled her mouth.
Tyler’s mouth widened further.
Sora pulled it out. The chocolate was glistening with her saliva. She licked her lips and swallowed with an audible gasp before repeating the action, sinking it seductively into her mouth. Her cheeks flattened as she spun the length in her mouth and she continued to swirl her tongue over it.
The bottom of Tyler’s toga twitched from underneath and he had to adjust his seating on the rug. He gazed at his wife, stunned by her actions. He also had to gulp down the spit accumulating at the top of his throat as he remained slack-jawed.
His wife was the devil.
Once more she withdrew the long stick of candy from her mouth. She smiled wickedly at her husband. “You want to taste?” she asked holding it out to him, all slick and shiny with her spit.
Tyler nodded then hesitantly leaned forward over the pile of candy and opened his mouth. Sora quickly pulled the Tootsie Roll away and, instead, also leaned over and planted her mouth over his, her chocolate coated tongue leading the way. Tyler tasted the sweetness of her soft lips, on her twisting tongue, in her warm mouth. He inhaled deeply as they locked their lips together, sucking her in. They licked and gasped and swallowed until the flavour in their mouths subsided.
They leaned back, the two of them exchanging a long, wanton look. Tyler knew one more thing about sugar: it was highly addictive.
Without a word, Sora leaned back against the base of the sofa as Tyler rifled through the candy. He picked up several pieces then brushed the pile aside, scattering bits of colourful confection all over the rug. He pulled himself forward on the rug towards his wife as she sat with her legs spread apart.
Dropping his clutch of candy onto the floor beside him, he picked out a small piece of sour-apple tangy taffy. He placed the soft candy between his teeth and leaned in close to his Sora. She wrapped her mouth around it and quickly the two of them worked to pull the stretchy, sour-sweet candy between them with their lips, tongues, and teeth.
“Mmm,” Sora moaned softly as she licked her husband’s upper lip, claiming the last bit of taffy for herself.
As she savoured the taffy in her mouth, Tyler continued to kiss her, moving across to her cheek then to her chin. He slid down to her neck as she tilted her head back. He covered her with wet, loud kisses. His fingers moved to the collar of her costume, hooked the zipper, and slid it down to her belly with a deliberate ease. Parting her red costume slightly, his tender kisses resumed their downward course along her soft, tan flesh.
Her breathing growing heavier by the second, Sora reached down and picked up a pack of large jelly rings. She fumbled with the packaging with one hand but managed to pull out one of the squishy loops of jelly just as Tyler had peeled back one side of her costume revealing a firm, sloping breast.
“Wait. Wait,” she breathed.
Tyler leaned back a little and watched quietly as she took the ring and placed it over her dark brown areola, her nipple barely fitting in the hole of the sweet. He smiled crookedly then quickly attacked his wife’s literally sweet breast with his tongue. He licked and socked at the soft candy covering the it and her nipple, along with her fingers that held it in place, with his saliva.
Sora curled her bottom lip back over her teeth, cooing softly each time his tongue brushed over her stiffening nipple. Her high cheeks were glowing pink as the heat within her intensified.
As the candy slowly melted away from the incessant lashing of his tongue, Tyler reached up to her shoulders and yanked her costume down, pulling it past her elbows, fully baring her heaving chest. Grabbing two lengths of Pixie Sticks, he bit off the ends and poured the colourful sugar all over her breasts and stomach, filling her belly button.
“I did say moderation, didn’t I?” she joked.
“Fuck moderation,” he grinned and tossed aside the empty wrappers.
Sora giggled then sighed as Tyler went to work on her. He slalomed his tongue over her body lapping the sugar spilled over her milky tan flesh. He savoured long hard sucks of her nipples, enjoyed the smoothness of her stomach, and swirled his tongue around her belly button before using his tip to lap out the sugar that filled it. Her belly hitched as his licks tickled her, and he flicked at it with his tongue every time it did. Tyler took his time rolling his mouth over her body until every last grain of sugar had been removed from her skin.
Tyler kneeled back, breathing deeply. His lips and chin were flecked with coloured sugar. Sora slipped the sleeves of her costume off her wrists and wriggled to her knees. She pulled at the bottom of her husband’s tunic.
“Zeus’ turn,” she said with a sharp grin.
Tyler helped her lift his one piece costume up over his head. He readjusted the laurel on his short, curly, caramel-coloured hair. He kind of liked the olive-leaf crown. His boxer shorts, however, were quickly discarded leaving him as a god should be: in his full natural glory.
Sora took a moment to admire her husband’s nude, athletic body. His white skin was pulled tight over well-defined, long muscles. Her eyes narrowed on his erect member: hard, rippling, and with a slight curve. She bent down and claimed it quickly in her mouth.
Tyler tilted his head up and rubbed his wife’s bare back as she bobbed her head up and down on his length. He felt her drag her teeth gently along the thin, achingly sensitive skin and push the dome of his cock with her agile tongue. She was as skilled as she was voracious, driving her mouth on it, letting it nudge the back of her throat all the while tenderly massaging his aching balls in her soft palm.
Tyler gasped. Sora had always been good at this.
She slicked his cock with her saliva then let it slip out of her mouth. It glistened from the light of the fireplace.
Tyler breathed hard as she gave him a wicked look, a naughty idea sparkling in her almond eyes. He gazed at her, curious about what she was thinking.
Sora took a moment to quickly search through the candy, “Now I know I saw it around here somewhere,” she said, then she picked up something, “Ah-hah.”
Tyler squinted at her, not quite able to see what she was opening in her hands. She tilted her head back and poured something into her mouth. She shut her lips but he could tell her mouth was full and she was holding whatever she had poured into it. As Sora bent down again and took his staff in her hands, Tyler thought he heard some silent, yet distinct, crackling noise.
Sora opened her mouth and quickly filled it with his hard, hot cock.
“What the…,” Tyler gasped then looked down and said, “Oh jeez!”
The Pop Rocks exploded in her mouth and all around his cock. The tiny, sugary nuggets crackled and snapped, ignited by her dripping saliva. As she tried to keep a steady pumping motion with her mouth, Sora winced finding the whole action was a bit awkward with all the little bits of popping candy jumping around in her mouth. Still she slid over his cock with her lips and tongue, sticky spittle dripping over her mouth, giggling to herself, wondering exactly what Tyler must have been experiencing.
Her husband’s expression was alternating between wincing frowns and flinching grimaces. It felt like his penis was stuck in popcorn machine. Not exactly painful and not exactly displeasing either. He stroked her fine hair, caressed the back of her neck trying to bring some normalcy to the action. Still, he’d probably admit that he could pass on the soft crackling sensations around that particular part of his body if asked.
Sora continued sucking his length until the popping finally subsided and the tangy flavour of the candy disappeared with the saliva she swallowed. Even as she slurped and slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, she had to smile and started to chuckle. As she leaned back on her knees and saw the contorted, bewildered expression on Tyler’s face, though, she burst out laughing. Her eyes narrowing as she smiled broadly, she held the back of her hand to her mouth and coughed, “Probably not the best idea I’ve had!”
Tyler’s expression shifted to a quirky, mischievous looked. “You…” he scolded in jest as he crawled towards her, backing her up against the couch, “You get over here now!”
Sora yelped as her husband grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her back away from the couch and onto the soft rug. He lifted her hips and legs up as he peeled off the tight devil costume completely from her body. Now she only had the little horns adorning her head just as he only wore the laurel on his otherwise naked body. He leaned over her, the fireplace glowing behind him, lighting him up like the god he portrayed. Tyler slowly scanned his wife’s nude waiting body with a desire that was amped up by the sugar that rushed along with his blood.
The devil without her clothes was a mighty seductive temptress.
They clenched their bodies together in a tender embrace, entwining their tongues together as their warm lips folded over each other still tasting the residual sweetness in one another’s mouths. Sora felt her husband’s hot, swollen length brush against her inner thigh and press up against her lower belly. Her body tingled in anticipation.
Tyler leaned back over her. With a wink, he picked up the little tubes of syrup. Sora smiled and opened her mouth, slipping out her tongue. He watched as two drops fell from the tube to the tip of her tongue. The syrup slid down the slope, into her mouth and down her throat. He learned back further and squirted more drops in a line down her neck and her body. His tongue quickly followed the path of syrup down between her breasts, past her belly.
Sora sighed and licked her lips. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to steady herself when she felt drops of the sticky liquid fall on her crotch and clean snatch. Then she croaked a quivering groan when she felt Tyler start to lick it off of her.
Tyler slithered his tongue along the outer folds of her tender snatch, squirting more drops of the sweet liquid all around it, all over it. He loved the feel of his wife’s soft, trembling skin on his tongue, the warmth he felt as he used it to push apart her petals and slick it against her tender, inner flesh. She was already so very tasty. The sugar was just a little extra treat he could savour. He motored his tongue rapidly over her sweetened snatch.
She had been right, as usual. He would never knock anything again without trying it first.
Sora was breathing hard, shuddering as Tyler drove his lips and teeth and tongue on her. He sucked and teased her clit and she responded by gasping and arching her smooth belly upward.
Tyler grasped at her firm bottom, pushing it up, thrusting her crotch into his face as he sank his wriggling tongue deeper and deeper into her.
“Uhn! Tyler!” she moaned. She clutched at his hair. He winced slightly as she yanked his head back. “God, enough!” she gasped.
Enough with the sugar. Enough with the foreplay. The devil was owed her due. Now.
She pulled her husband back up till his face hovered over hers. Both of them were glowing from the fire, from a sheen of earned perspiration. Sora curled her knees high against her husband’s torso and dug her finger nails into his tight butt.
Tyler dragged the dome of his cock up and down her soft slit guided by his hand before he released it. He surged forward, pumping his length deep inside of Sora with one fluid stroke.
“Ahh,” Sora moaned as she felt his cock sink into her, pulling along the flesh of moist cunt.
Amongst the scattered debris of candy on their soft rug, the couple quickly set into their rhythmic, urgent motions. Tyler’s hips rolled with smooth, swift strokes, his stomach muscles doing almost all the work as they tightened and released. Sora’s legs cinched higher and tighter against his body as she took him in completely. The pressed their lips hard onto one another.
They had made love, had sex, had fucked many times before. They were familiar with one another’s bodies, each aware of the other’s capabilities, but it made each experience no less tantalizing. Their desire for one another had never ebbed.
As the sugar raced through his body and buzzed his brain, Tyler pumped his length harder and faster, slapping his crotch against her. Sora either cried out into her husband’s mouth as they kissed or bit down on her lower lip acutely aware of possibly waking up their “angel” upstairs with the sounds of their heated session.
Tyler raised himself to his knees. He slipped an arm under one of her long legs and lifted it, bracing her calf against his broad shoulder, her ankle at his ear. He enjoyed watching his wife’s lovely nude body shake and quiver as he thrust into her over and over. She in turn loved watching him work every one of his toned muscles to drive the most pleasure out of her.
“Huhn! Huhn! Oh, fuck, yeah! Ah, god, Sora!” Tyler gasped, his face beginning to strain.
She was also panting and groaning hard. Despite their best efforts, their cries and moans grew louder and increasingly pointed as they swelled to a peak.
Tyler dropped her leg and pulled his wife’s long body up from the floor. She kneeled on his lap and the two held each other close once more, her aching breasts pressed up against his firm chest. Tyler pumped his hips hard, driving his cock upward into her. Sora bounced and bucked over him, long strands of her silky hair falling across her face.
On the mantle, the unwavering, glowing eyes of the leering Jack-O-Lantern bore witness as the couple reached their crashing climax. Their radiant, energetic performance was enough to warm the most restless spirits haunting this Halloween night.
Oh if only those envious dads and fathers –and Aaron Mayberry- could see Tyler and his lovely devil right now, he thought to himself.
“Tyler! Oh god, Baby!” Sora groaned as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder, holding him close. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth wide as she gasped quick breaths of air.
Tyler ran his hands down from her neck along the curve of her back and grasped tightly at her butt as he filled her with hard strokes. His stomach strained painfully. Suddenly, as he sank into her once more, he clenched his teeth and froze.
“Uhn!” he groaned as he felt a surge from his loin jet out through his cock and into his wife’s warm, tender hole. He continued to buck his hips, grinding his crotch against hers as he filled her with his own hot, sticky fluid.
Sora’s sleek eyes widened and she gasped. Feeling him cum deep inside of her, her body tensed. “Ahh-uhn!” she loosed a long, shuddering groan. She spilled over him in a quaking rush, her whole body trembling. She hitched and sighed as she felt the full release from within spill out in a dripping wet mess.
The two each other tight for a long moment, every muscle clenching as they continued to mingle their lustful fluids together. As they finally relaxed, their bodies easing, Tyler rubbed his head gently against his wife’s shoulder. Sora nibbled and nipped at his neck and ear. Finally she placed her hands on his shining face and lifted it to hers. They shared a long kiss. The sugar in their mouths was gone but the sweetness remained.
The couple sank down onto the rug still holding one another. They pulled a throw blanket off of the couch and draped it over their bodies. They playfully exchanged their head gear, the horns and the laurel. After sharing the Twinkie, they fell asleep in front of the fire.
An hour later, the Jack-O-Lantern’s eyes finally fizzled out.
Jamie, wearing her little halo and wings, sat amongst the candy she had collected from the night before. It was scattered all over the floor, not that it really mattered to her. She already had a lollipop in her mouth while she also started to open a chocolate bar.
“Hey. Moderation there, kid,” her daddy said as he woke up from under the blanket and yawned.
Jamie frowned. Why was he wearing mommy’s horns?
“Too much sugar will give you a bellyache and make you hyper,” Sora added, pulling the blanket up close to her body.
They both paused, watching her. Then together they said, “The Tootsie Roll is mommy’s!”
From the Author: Hello. I hope I wasn’t breaching any social etiquette by publishing a Halloween story 8 months too soon. Please forgive me. However, I hope you enjoyed it. It’s always a good time for candy. -F.P.R.