Trick or Treat, Daddy?

I went back home and looked for Danny to tell him everything was fine. He
and Ryan were up in his room. They didn’t hear me. The door cracked
slightly ajar and I pushed it open. I was shocked! They both sat on the
floor against the wall, listening to the CD player blasting, their faces in
girlie magazines with their hands stroking their dicks.

“Just what the fuck are you assholes doing?” I screamed and scared them
shitless.

“Uh…well…uh…umm,” they both stammered as they put their hard dicks back in
their pants.

“Have either of you ever had sex with a girl?” I asked, concerned.

“Uh…uh…no,” they both mumbled in unison somewhat sheepishly.

“Why not? You would rather have sex with your favorite person--yourself?”

“What girls would have sex with us, Sis?” Danny whined. “We are geeks.
Girls talk to us when they have computer problems, but other than that we
don’t exist. The jock types get all the pussy.”

Well, about this time I am really feeling bad for my brother and his buddy.
“Okay, I’ll tell you guys what. You have to learn sometime. I’ll teach
you about the birds and the bees. First rule--you please the girl first.
If you do, she’ll always reciprocate enthusiastically and come back for
more.”

“How do we do that, Sis?”

“Have the patience of Job, Danny Boy. The patience of Job, with your dick
and your tongue. Now, I want you to pay attention very closely.” I
removed my jeans and my panties. I thought four eyes just might pop out of
two stupid little heads. “Oh, what the hell, you already saw these,” I
laughed as I removed my blouse and bra. Spittle ran down their chins.

I sat on Danny’s bed and spread my legs. “This is a clitoris,” I lectured
as I put my finger on mine. “Very important. This is to a girl what your
sorry little dicks are to you. Get it?” They nodded, eager to learn
more. “Danny, you go first. I want you to lick my clitoris. Ryan, you
can kiss my breasts and nibble on my nipples while he is doing that. But
keep your dicks in your pants, for now.”

They followed my directions with great fervor. “Shit!” I yelled. “Not
like that, Danny! You are not wolfing down a cheeseburger. Lick slowly,
gently.” I smiled and started to get wet when I fondly remembered how the
hit and run gynecologist expertly performed cunnilingus. If only these two
dudes could eat pussy half that well.

He did better. “Okay, that’s good,” I purred. Yeow, better than good.
I really started squirming with the eagerness of his virgin tongue.
“Danny, I knew you had to have talent for something,” I murmured as I came
for the first time, spraying his face with cunt juice.

“Can I try?” Ryan pleaded.

“Give it your best shot,” I advised, and he proceeded to do just that.
This kid seemed quite intelligent. He paid attention and didn’t make the
same mistakes Danny did. This went on, the two of them alternating, until
their tongues were swollen and they had difficulty speaking intelligibly.
This was nothing new but you could tell the difference between stupidity and
overdosing on feminine orgiastic fluid.

“Sis?” Danny finally got up the courage to ask, “will you do it for us, I
mean, what we did for you?”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind, Danny, because if I don’t, you two will
squirt your spunk all over me before you ever get it in me, once we get
around to that. Stand up and drop your pants, boys!”

I kneeled between them and did them both at the same time, going from one to
the other. At times they both were in my mouth together. It took all of
about two minutes for them both to shoot their loads down my throat and all
over my face. Talk about yelling! They cheered each other on and you
would have thought their favorite teams just won the Super Bowl. Well,
they just won the Super Blow, no doubt about that. They both collapsed on
the bed, gasping, but I didn’t let them rest for long.

For the next few hours, I taught these two young horny dudes how to make
love to a woman. I demonstrated with their ardent participation every
position in the Kama Sutra, and then some, giving particular emphasis to a
woman achieving cervical-pubococcygeal orgasms, as taught by that certain
gynecologist. You know, the one who gave me about ten orgasms in an hour
without my consent.

We finished the private lessons and got dressed in our costumes. These two
young dudes followed me around like puppy dogs. I felt like a goddess.
Unfortunately, being worshipped by a man doesn’t seem to last long. And
then you have to fuck and suck him again.

I drove them to the subdivisions and they got their bags filled with candy.
One door was answered by several teen angels, teenage girls dressed as
angels. They appeared to be a little older than Danny and Ryan. “Hey,
you guys, we are having a party,” one said as she grabbed Danny by the arm
and brushed her tits and wings up against him. “C’mon in and join the
fun!”

I interrupted, “They have to run home with me and get the groceries out of
the trunk. I have a bad back. They’ll be back in half an hour and then
I’ll pick them up when the party is over.”

“No, no need to pick them up,” said the teen angel with the biggest boobs,
“I have a car and I’ll take them home, after we play a few games, like
Zipper.” I thought Danny and Ryan just keel over in shock. And they
didn’t even know what Zipper was. I did, but that’s a story for a
different day. I knew then that I wouldn’t be the only girl who gave them
a blow job that Halloween.

As we walked back to the car, Danny asked, very confused, “Sis, what are you
talking about? You don’t have any groceries in the trunk.”

“No shit, Danny. I want to talk to you two assholes. “Now look,” I
continued as we began driving, “when you go back there, act confident. You
are on longer dweebs. Do you really think those jock types with their
steroid shrunken dicks can compete with you? If those girls come on to you,
go right for the goodies, and act like you know what you’re doing.
Because now you do, right? Now get it up! And here, take these condoms.”

I dropped them off back at the scene of the party and went home. It was
already after 11:00 P.M. and Daddy had gone to bed. He heard me tiptoeing
up to his bedroom, and called out, “Honey, is that you?”

“No, Daddy, it’s Lilith, queen of the vampires. I want to give you your
birthday present before the clock strikes midnight. You are getting
something different this year, Daddy. No more shirts and ties for you.” I
had something else in mind for Daddy.

“Honey, whaaa?” was all he could mutter as I opened the cape. I had
removed my bra and wore just the garter belt and mesh stockings.

“Daddy, trick or treat?”

“Uh…uh…uh…”

“Not to worry, Daddy, I’ll give you both.” Daddy would be up long after
his birthday ended at midnight.

Well, he wanted the trick first--me. After he fucked me, I gave Daddy a
great blow job. “Oh, Honey,” he complimented, “there is nothing like
blowing your wad all over your pretty young daughter’s face and watching the
cum stick to her lips and drip down her chin. But…do you think we could do
anal now?”

“Sure, Daddy, exactly what I had in mind. Do you remember the time you
spanked me for hitting Danny on the head with a frying pan and you had to
take him to the emergency room for stiches?”

“Yes, Honey, but you deserved a spanking.”

“So do you, Daddy, and because I love you so much, I’m going to give you
one.”

I got the cuffs and the paddle. And then when my Daddy’s ass turned bright
red, I strapped on the harness with the big red dong. I made Daddy squeal
like a stuck pig and beg for more.

An hour later we cuddled in each other’s arms. “Honey? When are you
coming home again? Since your mother died, I miss you even more.”

“I know you do, Daddy. Someone has to take care of you. I’ll be home for
Thanksgiving. Gobble, gobble!” With that, I went down on him again and
kept his happy cock in my mouth until the sun rose in the morning.

“Trick or Treat, Daddy?” is Part Three of the sexual history of my life.
“The Rookie” is Part One and “Hit and Run” is Part Two. Both are posted on
this site. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past transgressions is
part of my repentance. Forgive me father, for I have sinned.