Chapter #4Halloween Hidden Trick or Treat Trample!! pt. 1 by: TrampleFantasy  
Just passing on a fun idea, esp. if you live in a town like me where lot of late HS/College/Sorority girls come out trick-or-treating.
I had this idea about 2 weeks before Halloween, just in time to set it into motion & make it happen.
My housemate Joe knew that I “couldn’t” be there on Halloween but was keen to help decorate. He appreciated the help. I had one idea that I in particular thought was a good one. Hoo-boy, was I right…
For the sake of keeping this to the point, I won’t describe the rest of the décor, but it was great. The part that really matter, though: the “dead” bodies. I made 5 of them, pretty realistic, really. They were life-sized, wearing either old flannels & jeans of mine, or a store-bought costume. Each of them had either a stuffed rubber mask over the heads or a stuffed ski mask. I have to say, they were pretty realistic…especially that sixth… 
We have a porch with five steps to climb. On Halloween evening, one of these dummies was laid just beneath the bottom step. One was placed on the third step. The others were placed on the porch, just above the top step. I pulled the mask over my face, and laid on my back, closest to the door, parallel to the door, leaning up against the wall right under the door. My head was sideways, positioned just below the doorbell.
I was psyched. This was the first (and so far only) time I’ve tried anything like this, and all of the variables were running through my head. What if nobody comes? What if only 5-year olds come? That’s just weird & wrong... What if I’m found out? What if I guessed wrong & people just stepped around? What if…? What if…?
Looking out at the porch, though, my mind started to settle. I wouldn’t be found out…these looked awesomely like dead bodies strewn about, and the lighting was dark (blacklights and one orange bulb). This house always attracted cuties, so I shouldn’t have a problem here…the past few years we had a steady stream of people…I’d never heard of sorority trick-or-treating before, but I guess some of them do it on the way to the frat down the street. Awesome placement of our apartment, Joe, I had to think towards my roommate. And people couldn’t step around…the bodies on the porch were so densely packed, that they’d HAVE to step on them to get anywhere near the door. So I waited.
I didn’t have a watch (nor would it have been advisable for me to look if I did have one), but in what felt like something between 30-60 min, I heard the first arrivals. Sadly for me, these ones were the younger kids. A few princesses, Dora, and IDK what else (I had a friggin’ mask on), but there were definitely at least 5. As they came up, they loudly exclaimed, “eeeewww!!” as they stepped onto the porch. They gingerly stepped on all of the bodies, showing their grossed-out but amused looks as they went. Well, I figured, I guess if nothing else, this group’ll be a good test as to whether I’m positioned right for when the older folk arrive. Sure enough, one of the princesses with no hesitation, hopped right onto my masked face & rang the doorbell. They all jumped & squealed with delight as Joe brought the candy out, and I had the first lightweight test of how well I could handle this. So far it was okay.
Next came what I realized was Amanda J, an incredibly hot young brunette MILF, holding her 2-year old who must have somehow already tuckered out but really wanted to keep going. At coming up the stairs, her little tyke got really scared. I did, after all, do a great job with the decorations. “Aww, don’t worry, sweetie,” she comforted him with, “these are all fake, just big toys like we have at home!” He didn’t seem like he particularly believed her, so she started stomping on each of them as she walked by. Now THIS was hilarious for the two-year old!! Mommy’s stomping things, and things that look like people!!! When she came to me, she jumped up & landed with two feet on the side of my head next to the doorbell. I know must have let out a gasp, but it was covered by the sheer loud belly laughing of the kid, joined with the laughing of Amanda as she fumbled to keep her balance. She rang the doorbell and moved one foot to my neck. “See, Matty?? It’s just a toy. If it wasn’t, I’d be doing some major damage here!!” And with that, she ground the toes of her sneakers hard into my neck. Believe it or not, I was honestly a little happy when Joe came to the door. After it opened, she moved to the right, now standing with one foot on my stomach and one on my groin. After a brief discussion of how realistic these dummies are (complete with a few more stomps and grinds) and how poor Matty (who now had tears of laughter in his eyes) had been scared at first, she said goodnight to Joe. As he closed the door, Amanda gave one more good jump onto each of the bodies (mine included of course) and left for the next house, laughing with her kid.
That felt great, but now I was starting to get a little worried…she was just one person; one person not paying as much attention to me as to her son. I was hurting a little (from the initial jump on the head), and had barely kept from moving. What would happen if there were more, and I were to involuntarily move? So far, both sets of people had jumped, and none of the sororities had been here yet…
I didn’t have much time to ponder this, as what should appear next? A gaggle of girls from the local High School. Now, some of them have had a crush on Joe for a while…he was a local boy, and though he had graduated a few years back, he was still known to frequent the beach and the gym in town, and he was ripped, and he knew it. “This is it!!” they whisper-squealed to each other as they moved towards the house. As they made their way closer, they were saw the bodies. “Lame!” one exclaimed. But as she climbed up, she started feeling just how realistic it was. “This is so weird…it really feels JUST like I’m really stepping on a body!” [and this wasn’t even me yet]. The second one started up, and was surprised as well. “That’s SO weird!!!” she loudly stage-whispered, as she slipped off her sandals to take in just how realistic they were. As the third was coming up, the fourth moved to the side of the bottom railing, the first person of the night to trigger the motion sensor. A light flashed and a dark, deep laugh arose from speakers strategically placed around the porch. Being HS girls in a silly, giggly mood, at the house of a boy they like, they all screamed and jumped as far up the stairs as quickly as they could. All 4 were now standing on me, at least partially. One, wearing Ugg boots I believe, had both feet on my head. One (in platforms) had one leg on my neck and one on my chest. One in (something flat-soled) had one foot on my stomach and I’m not sure where the other was (I assume the dummy next to me), and the barefoot chick had one foot on my now-hard cock and one on my leg. As they caught their breath, the barefoot one slowly moved her foot down my member once, before quickly stepping back on and exclaiming to the other ones: “WOW!! This one’s so realistic, it’s actutally got…a penis!!”
“No!!” “Hahahaha!!” and “Seriously?!?!” exclaim the others, as they bounced in place. They all stepped on to the dummy next to me, and each took a turn bringing their foot up and down it once or twice and squishing it down with whatever footwear they had, sometimes standing, sometimes just stomping. “Did they put a banana in there, or a pickle, or what??” And then, I still can’t believe it, the barefoot girl decided that she should to try her best to squish it flat, to mash that banana, until it went flat. The other girls mounted back onto their original places on me, and she went at that banana. After probably honestly 30 seconds (hey, I held out for a while, considering everything else happening leading up to it!!), the banana indeed did get flattened. (Through their combined weight holding me down, I guess they couldn't feel my shudder of extasy). “I guess it was a banana and not a pickle after all…” declared barefoot hotty, “…I finally broke through the peel and have mashed sticky white banana coming through my toes now…eew…ah well.” As she wiped her feet vigorously on my inner thigh to get the “mashed banana” off of her soles, the girl on my head finally rang the doorbell. I don’t know what exactly Joe was dressed as (I didn’t have the greatest view of him from under those boots), but from the squealing, jumping/bouncing, and comments from the girls then and as they left a few minutes later, I’ve pieced together that he must have either not had his shirt on, or at least probably had it opened. After getting their candy and keeping him at the door as long as they possibly could (bouncing with glee periodically), he finally closed the door, and they started their way off of the porch.
Wow…I was thrilled, and simultaneously nervous…this was still not the sororities, this was just a very small percentage of the people who’d be coming tonight, and though I felt GREAT, I was really starting to hurt. Should I try to get up, or should I stay down? As I started pondering this, I realized that someone else was coming up, so I had to freeze.
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