Halloween Delights
08 October 2025
It’s not technically a holiday, but Halloween is my favourite event of the year. After all, who doesn’t love costumes (sexy or not), candy, booze, and other Halloween delights? My best friend Olivia always hosted a killer costume party for it; this is the tale of her best party, where the spooky celebration turned into a romantic Halloween love story…
Olivia chose a different theme every year so you couldn’t reuse costumes (“Where’s the fun in that?” she always said). This year’s was an Oscar Wilde quote:
“Give a man a mask, and he will show you his true face.”
I was running late and only recognised a handful of the masked people at the party. I was dressed as Batman, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been going harder at the gym in the months leading up to Halloween so I could fill out the Batsuit better.
A group of guys wearing dark robes and Scream masks were playing beer pong while a gaggle of naughty nurses in white Venetian eye masks cheered from the punch bowl. I felt several pairs of eyes lingering on my muscles as I approached the drinks table.
The sound of a tiny bell rang from behind me, and before I knew what was happening, a set of black manicured nails plucked my punch glass out of my hand.
“Hey!” I said, annoyed, before my annoyance and the party noise was melting away. “Hey…”
Someone dressed as Catwoman stood before me, her hair slicked back under a faux leather mask with cat ears, wicked hourglass curves sheathed in a low-cut jumpsuit with a wet-look shine. A collar with a bell encircled her neck, jingling merrily as she shifted her weight between shapely legs, which were clad in tall boots.
“Wanna come play some drinking games with us, Batman?” She was a petite little thing, barely reaching my shoulder in her heels. Our eyes met from behind our masks.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” A cheeky smirk was playing across her glossy lips, and a faintly drunken blush was spreading over her nose and cheeks.
“I would join, but someone stole my punch,” I said, recovering from her sudden stunning appearance.
“Oops. Guess you’ll have to throw me in Arkham.” She took a sip of my punch, her piercing blue eyes never leaving mine as she swallowed the fruity vodka mix. “But you’ll have to catch me first. Or beat me at King’s Cup. Whichever you think you can manage, Dark Knight.”
“I should warn you, Catwoman, I’ve never lost a game of King’s Cup in my life.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that?”
Olivia? Is that you?
But before I could ask, Catwoman turned on her heel and sauntered up the stairs, giving me an eyeful of her perfect ass. It seemed like it was practically bursting out of her skin-tight costume. What else could I do but pour another punch and follow her?
I lost count of how many shots I downed after my punch disappeared, but I was grateful not to have to down the disgusting final drink. My high tolerance was serving me well, but my head swam every time Catwoman leaned over the table to pick up a card and her ample cleavage threatened to spill out of her costume. We played other games for hours until the upstairs group dwindled and only the two of us remained.
“Neither of us lost,” I remarked as we sat on the floor, leaning against the couch. “Or does having to drink the King’s Cup count as ‘winning’?”
“There is no universe where having to swallow that is ‘winning’,” she giggled back.
“Oh yeah?” I grinned, my face flushed with liquor and embarrassment at what I was about to say. “What would you consider a win if you had to swallow it?”
Catwoman looked at me, her eyes half-lidded with intoxication and what I hoped was lust. “There’s a joke to be made here about the cat getting your tongue, but I’m too drunk to make it,” she said before she grabbed my face and pulled me into an open-mouthed kiss.
Our lips moved against each other for a second before I lightly pushed her off. “If you’re too drunk, we don’t have to–”
“Don’t go all noble on me, Bats.” She tried to kiss me again.
“No, really, it’s fine, you don’t even know who I am...”
“I might be drunk, but I’m not blind, or deaf, Max. I know it’s you.” She paused for a moment. “It’s always been you.”
I chuckled at how subtle her confession was. This wasn’t how I’d envisioned finding out my crush wasn’t one-sided, but it was still a relief. “I was only half-sure you were Liv before, but now...”
She shushed me with a finger on my lips. “It’s Halloween, seduction rules are that we forget about civilian identities. Let’s just be Batman and Catwoman tonight.”
And our lips meet once more, hands caressing the unmasked halves of each others’ faces.
We stumbled into Olivia’s bedroom, her firm breasts pressing against my chest through our costumes. My hands instinctively went to cup her butt, these full, perky globes that had been taunting me all night, pulling her deeper into our embrace. I could smell the sweet aroma of the punch on her breath. I could taste her smile.
Her curves felt delicious in my hands as I explored her, fondling her breasts now while her fingers roamed all over my chest, shoulders, and steely arms. I found a zipper on the front of her catsuit and slowly pulled it down. Catwoman stepped out of her costume and boots, going from fully clothed to just her cat mask and collar, a push-up bra, and panties in seconds. She spread her thighs eagerly, panting as I rubbed her already-damp underwear, squeezing my hand between her legs and biting her lip.
Her pale neck called to me, and I kissed it hard, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. I teased her slit, moving my fingers in little circular motions. I sank past her outer lips and delicately stroked her silken folds, relishing the sound of her moans growing more insistent.
For a moment, we just breathed heavily in the dark before Catwoman sank gracefully to her knees and freed my cock from the thick codpiece on my Batsuit. Screw candy, this was where the real Halloween delights were at.
She planted a wet kiss on the tip of my straining erection, stroking the shaft in her hands while licking my frenulum. I wanted to thrust into her mouth so badly, but she held me firm and set her own pace with my captive cock. She swallowed my length agonisingly slowly, sucking and licking the underside of my shaft, bathing me with incredible sensations. My grip tightened in her hair, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and groan, pressing myself gently further down her throat.
Catwoman didn't relinquish control though, blocking my thrusts with the flat underside of her tongue. She was toying with me, amused at how desperate I was becoming under her teasing. She dragged her plump lips back and forth along my hardness for what felt like ages before she had mercy on me, breaking her lips’ seal with a soft pop. She had been keeping me on edge with dainty kisses and little licks, driving me into a frenzy, but at long last, the blowjob became sloppier and more ferocious, the bell on her collar ringing in time with her vigorous bobbing. She took me deep into her mouth and massaged my entire length with her tight throat, humming to create vibration-like sensations. Her lips formed a tight suction around my girth as I came, her tongue lashing against my balls, urging out every drop as my orgasm rocketed through me.
As I came back down to earth, I heard Catwoman swallow my load with a triumphant gulp.
Between the drinking and being completely drained, I couldn’t get hard again, so I spent the rest of the night returning the favour between Catwoman’s legs, teasing her soaked sex with my tongue and savouring her sweet musk. We alternated between me eating her out and us making out until the sun rose. When my cock began to stir back to life, we decided that since it was no longer Halloween, we would be intimate as Olivia and Max, old friends, and new lovers.
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