Maré Bangs Naughty Red Riding Hood (Jeri Lee)

[Gianni Shamari]

It was a dark and kinky Halloween night. Screaming orgasms and grunting ensued through the walls of Maré’s Charles Street condominium as he stood by his oversized windows gazing at the moon. The woman was sure a howler; she turned him on. Halloween has always been one of Maré’s favorite holidays. He loved seeing hot girls walking around Manhattan, dressed as sexy maids, naughty nurses, and Playboy Bunnies; a sure reason for a bad boy like him to enjoy the steamy, raunchy nights.

Moments later, 2Pac’s “California Love (remix)” began blaring on his iPhone 5S. Maré knew it was Akeem. He was one of his best buddies who lived two floors below mine. Akeem was a tall, light-skinned, handsome guy with a dark Ceaser haircut and brown eyes. Acting and modeling were his hustles.

“What’s up, playboy?” Maré answered.

“What’s good? Are you still going to the Halloween party?” He asked.

“Hell yeah, you know we’re in there.” Maré continued. “Fitness model Jeri Lee is expecting me already! I cannot wait to see the costume she is rocking in! Come up in twenty minutes. I should be ready then.”

“No doubt, playa!” Akeem giggled.

After a quick shower, Maré rushed to his main bedroom and dressed. Then he stood in front of the mirror, grinning broadly. Clad in a Ghostbusters jumpsuit and proton pack, he was a Ghostbuster for Halloween, and he had been planning to wear the costume for ages.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slowly opened into Maré’s apartment. Akeem, dressed in the red and black leather Thriller costume and matching Red October Yeezy 2 sneakers, strolled inside. It never amazed Maré that most people paid homage to the “King of Pop,” Michael Jackson, every Halloween.

“Your costume rocks, playboy!” Maré told him. “You’re the first person I see rocking the Yeezy!”

Akeem chuckled. “I was going to rock some Jordans, but I said fuck it,” he said. “Are you ready to do this, Ghostbuster?”

“Let’s get outta here!” Maré shouted.

Without hesitation, they jumped into the rented Ectomobile and sped off, with Maré feeling like a kid behind the wheel of one of his favorite iconic movie cars. He cranked up the music to keep them in a party mood, with Ray Parker Jr.’s “Ghostbusters” and Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” fueling their 80s nostalgia. As they cruised up the energetic street, Maré couldn’t help but notice how the city transformed into a character adorned with spooky colors, creepy paintings, haunting sculptures, and glowing carved jack-o’-lanterns. Flying witches, spider webs, black cats, and skeletons filled the windows. Even the youngsters were running around, enthusiastically collecting their trick-or-treat candy!

Forty-five minutes had passed before they finally arrived at the American Museum of Natural History on the Upper West Side. Limousines and luxury cars filled the entire area. Some beautiful women in skimpy costumes made their way inside. Maré and Akeem couldn’t resist smiling at them before they started walking up the stairs to the entrance. Maré quickly texted Jeri to let her know they had arrived and then turned to Akeem, saying, “Come on, man; let’s go be stars up in this joint!”

The Museum of Natural History in New York was undeniably the perfect venue for a Halloween party. As soon as they stepped inside, they were immediately transported to a different world. The dim lighting and eerie shadows unequivocally created an atmosphere of mystery and suspense. The exhibits were adorned with spider webs, bats, and skeletons, which magnified the spooky ambiance. The smell of pumpkin spice saturated the air, and the sound of haunting music unmistakably echoed throughout the halls.

The party-goers wore various costumes, from classic vampires and witches to creative interpretations of mythical creatures. They even witnessed a group of friends dressed as the characters from Jurassic Park, complete with inflatable dinosaur costumes.

As they made their way through the museum, they stumbled upon a room that had been transformed into a haunted house. The room was pitch black, and I could feel the hairs on my neck standing up. Suddenly, a ghostly figure jumped out at Maré, but he didn’t flinch and instead responded assertively.

Pop music filled the air as they entered the ballroom, where a door attendant dressed as a pirate greeted them with a bottle of Cristal. They took a sip from their glasses, enjoying the bubbly taste, and engaged in pleasant conversation. Photographers dressed in costumes for the event began snapping pictures of them. Akeem struck funny poses that had the door attendant and photographers bursting into laughter. After the photo session, they descended the short flight of gold stairs to the ballroom floor. The sound of laughter blended with the music, which was already blaring. Scanning the room, Maré spotted some women dressed as Miley Cyrus, Kim Kardashian, and Beyoncé. He had to admit they did an excellent job impersonating their favorite celebrities.

Akeem ran into his light-skinned runway model friend, Lara Croft, for Halloween. She had striking chocolate eyes and some freckles on her oval face. Her long dark brown hair was in a ponytail, waving as she laughed.

Akeem introduced her to Maré, “Siobhan, this is my pal, Maré!”

“Yes, I know him. He’s the Nature Boy, isn’t he?” She said, eying Maré smilingly. “I know you’ve fucked many women as Akeem has.”

“Who me? No.” Maré responded impassively.

“I know you get as much pussy as he does.” Siobhan winked.

“Whatever.” Maré chuckled. “Akeem is the freak, not me. I am going to leave you two alone and find my shortie. Excuse me.”

Maré searched the lively crowd for Jeri, leaving the rest of the group behind. Eventually, he spotted her standing in a corner, holding a small beige basket. Jeri wore a red hooded cape, a matching tutu skirt, and a black corset over a white inset that matched the chest and ruffled shoulders. Her toned midriff made her costume stand out from the other women around her. Maré loved everything about Jeri — from her bubbly personality, infectious smile, and stunningly attractive appearance as a Filipino-Mexican adult model.

“Wow, your costume is amazing, baby girl!” Maré told her.

“Thanks, babe; you know I must look extra sexy for you.” Jeri Lee smiled. “I’m the 21st-century Little Red Riding Hood.”

“You have my vote for the best Halloween costume!” Maré smiled.

Jeri Lee chuckled and said, “Thank you! I like your costume too!”

“No, you're just trying to be nice,” Maré joked. “Winston Zeddemore doesn't have anything on Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Well, you're the sexiest Ghostbuster I have ever seen,” Jeri smiled.

The DJ played Justin Timberlake’s upbeat single, “Take Back The Night,” which incited them to hit the dance floor.

“Oh, this is superb! I love this song!” Maré shouted. "The music is Luther Vandross mixed with Michael Jackson. This is the hottest song of the year!"

“Do you think Justin Timberlake is the closest to Michael Jackson?” Jeri asked.

“Hell no, it’s Chris Brown!” Maré answered. “He is a better dancer and performer than Justin is. However, I think Justin Timberlake makes better music than Chris Brown.”

“Yes, he does. I loved FutureSex/LoveSounds and The 20/20 Experience albums.” Jeri admitted. “I go-go danced to them all the time.”

“I would love to see you do some go-go dancing in my place.” Maré beamed.

“If you are lucky, you might before the night ends, babe.” Jeri winked.

The soulful music had them grooving. Maré seized Jeri by her slim waist, got his legs between hers, and began grinding. Their bodies writhed. They laughed in unison, and the excitement had Maré developing an erection. Jeri was very receptive to him and continued with the flow. They kissed passionately, and their hands wandered over each other’s bodies. The sensation rose after the magical teasing!

Despite the scares, the party was an absolute blast. The spooky atmosphere and the creative costumes made for an unforgettable Halloween experience that Maré will confidently remember for years. After the deejay played Drake’s single, “Hold On We’re Going Home,” he and Jeri decided to leave. They bade farewell to Akeem and Siobhan and exited. Holding hands, Maré and Jeri walked across the street where he parked the car.

“Wow, you went all out with your Ghostbusters theme,” Jeri said. “The car is a big surprise!”

“I knew you’d love it!” Maré continued. “It’s not Ghostbusters without the Ecto-1!”

As they got into the car, Maré turned on the Ghostbusters II soundtrack, and Bobby Brown’s “On Our Own” blared through the speakers. They both started singing along to the lyrics, and Jeri had a massive grin. Maré couldn’t help but love her deep dimples. They headed to Maré’s place, and the upbeat music made the drive all the more enjoyable.

Back at Maré’s luxury condominium, inside the glass living room, Jeri did not waste time stripping out her costume. She walked over to the windows and watched the Hudson River. She looked so sexy and desirable standing there in the nude. Maré gazed at her smooth, fat ass as he removed his clothes.

“You are so fucking hot, baby girl,” Maré spoke.

Jeri turned around and said, “Come over here and fuck me now. You must never lose the delicacy.”

Maré slowly sauntered up to Jeri. Her eyes were dreamy yet fiery in lust as they French kissed instantly. Maré cupped her supple tits as their tongues exercised, pushed her against the wall, and clutched her buttocks. Lifting her to his hips, Maré jammed his cock into her receptive pussy. Jeri’s moaning and sex sound that she made felt like the perfect Halloween soundtrack to Maré’s ears. Fucking in plain view of the traffic racing up and down the Joe DiMaggio Highway was spectacular. Maré and Jeri did not give a fuck if somebody watched us or not. We were too preoccupied with the pleasure to be wary. Maré’s dick got coated with her sex juices that dribbled down his legs.

While holding Jeri by her buttocks, Maré moved backward from the window and down to the floor. Jeri was on top of him, laughing. She rode Maré, moaning ecstatically. Jeri pinned his arms to the floor as she fucked him. Maré loved the view of her breasts, flat stomach, and the liveliness of her hair that settled on her delicate shoulders. Her pleasure while bouncing up and down on Maré’s dick was incredible. He looked up and saw Jeri biting her lower lip as she accelerated her tempo, which had him moaning. Maré began playing with her tits and pinching her erect nipples. Jeri’s mouth opened in a big “O” as the lust hit her senses.

“Keep riding my dick, baby! Make me cum!” Maré encouraged her.

“Yes!” She sighed.

They were fucking to the max. Pleasure and lust got intense! Jeri bent forward a little and braced herself with a hand on Maré’s chest. He could see her flushed face, being on the verge of cum. Seconds later, they released the floodgates and moaned loudly. Their bodies trembled to a quick resolution. Jeri regained her breath and smiled. She looked radiant, flashing her perfect teeth.

“Now, that’s what you call a Halloween delicacy!” Maré murmured.

“I have more delicacies for you.” Jeri continued. “I want you to taste my cookie in your bedroom. Come on, I want more of your body. You know, I can fuck for hours!”

They went to the primary bedroom, and Jeri picked up where she had left off. She licked and sucked Maré’s dick for a few minutes before she lay back and spread her legs. The aroma of her wet pussy drove Maré wild. He did not waste any time diving for her pussy. Jeri giggled and moaned with pleasure as Maré proudly tongued away at her. He enjoyed laughter from women when he ate them out. Jeri’s sex sounds rapidly slowed to heavy breathing as her body trembled.

“You are so hot!” Maré told her.

Jeri jumped up and kissed him. She wanted to taste her natural honey. Then Jeri grabbed Maré’s dick and began rubbing the whole length. Maré pushed her back, and she chuckled. He sank his dick into the drenched depths of her pussy. Jeri wrapped her toned and tanned legs around Maré’s hips and locked her ankles against his lower back as he pounded her receptive entrance.

The only objective in his mind was to give Jeri the best fuck possible. Jeri’s pussy was tailor-made for Maré’s dick. They fucked quickly, and their bodies thudded in the heat. Jeri held on to Maré’s neck to meet his every thrust with an arch of her voluptuous hips. He slammed into her repeatedly like a big fucking pile driver, stretching her pussy.

“That’s right, baby, fuck the shit out of me!” Jeri hollered.

“I love your pussy!” Maré sighed.

“I know you do! This pussy is yours!”

Their dirty talk encouraged them to fuck harder and faster. Jeri kissed him again, teasing his lips and tongue with her own, nibbling at the width of Maré’s bottom lip. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Maré went deeper. He felt the insides of her pussy churn and her thighs quiver as he increased the tempo. We heaved, moaned, and emitted hoarse cries of pleasure. Tiny drops of sweat trickled down the side of Maré’s face, and their bodies struck in unison. Maré knew he was about to cum any moment as he fought to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible.

“I’m gonna cum!” Maré declared.

“I’m cumming!” Jeri moaned.

They could not hold it much longer and climaxed simultaneously in a chorus of orgasmic moaning. It was so intense that Jeri dug her nails into the bulges of Maré’s biceps. The pain turned into pleasure. Maré kissed Jeri to stifle her screams while her orgasm reached fruition. Her body writhed under him, and they held each other entirely until their vitalities dragged on. Maré rolled off and gazed into her big, lustful eyes.

“Now, that was the best Halloween delicacy I received,” Maré acknowledged.

Jeri laughed and said, “You were amazing too! That was the best sex I had in a long time. I don’t know how much you made me cum.”

A grin broke across Maré’s face. The sex had them exhausted, and they lay back. The aroma of sex and juices still permeated the air. Maré was about to close his eyes, but cries of passion beyond the walls caught his attention. He and Jeri looked at each other and started laughing.

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