Big Bang Theory-Stuart’s Halloween Party

shaggy77

(fictional story about fictional characters)

When Penny opened the door to 4A, where she was now living, she saw that her fiancé Leonard had cooked a nice dinner for them and it was waiting on the kitchen island…complete with a candle. “Wow, this is different…YOU cooking for ME,” she declared happily as she slid onto the stool opposite his.

“Yeah, well you cook for me all the time and…blaahh,” he made an unpleasant face.

Chuckling, she grabbed her fork and admitted: “I know I’m not a very good cook; but I’ll get better.”

“I know you’ll try,” he told her, “it’s a good thing I’m completely used to take-out.” They ate and bantered for a few minutes before he brought up the subject he had been busting to tell her. “An incredible opportunity was presented to me at work today, and I’d like to run it by you.”

“This salad is pretty good…go ahead and impress me,” she coaxed him.

“Well Stephen Hawking is working on a theory about monopoles and he is sending a team of researchers to the North Sea to take some readings and gather information. He requested that I join the team. Stephen Hawking is a brilliant….”

“I know who he is. You guys talk about him almost as much as you do Star Wars; or Star Trek…whichever it is. IS there a difference? Anyway, it sounds like an amazing opportunity for you, but won’t he just roll over the side of the boat?”

“Oh, Hawking won’t actually be there on the ship. We’ll compile the research and forward it to him,” Leonard told her.

“Have you thought this through,” she thought out loud, “I seem to remember you getting seasick on Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyland.”

“I forgot to take my Dramamine,” he blushed, “this time I’ll remember.”

“Well it sounds like it would look really good on your resume, working with him,” she agreed, “so if it’s what you want. When would you be leaving?”

“The ship departs next week and I’d be at sea for four weeks,” he informed her as she sipped her wine.

“Whoa…four weeks…you know what that means,” she exclaimed, “you’ll miss your favorite holiday. Halloween is in three weeks. Remember…I already bought our costumes: a Pirate and a Serving Wench. And I was even going to let you be the pirate.”

“RRRRR, that’s right,” he said regretfully, “well feel free to dress up and go Trick-or-Treating without me…but save me some Reeses.” The next few days were spent deciding what to pack and stocking up on Dramamine and inhalers. Two nights before Leonard was to leave he entered the apartment to discover Penny waiting for him dressed in her Serving Wench costume. “Oh my God, you look amazing,” he exclaimed. It was basically a peasant dress with the short ruffled sleeves pulled down on her arms so that her shoulders were bare and her incredible breasts nearly popping out of the bodice. It was ankle length and he could see she was barefoot.

“Thank you, Master,” she curtsied and handed him an actual wooden tankard filled with ale. “I thought you should get to wear your costume since you won’t be here for Halloween. It’s on the bed. You can change while I serve the dinner I have carefully prepared.” He made a face, which she ignored, and went into the bedroom to change. His costume consisted of a white shirt with ruffles, trousers that tied at the waist, a pirates waistcoat and a tri-corner pirate hat. There were even leather boots and a large plastic sword and scabbard. There was an eyepatch, but he decided not to wear it. When he emerged from the hall into the kitchen, Leonard boomed out in his best gravely voice: “let’s step lively wench…I be powerful hungry tonight.”

“Oh God you look so good in that costume,” she gushed, “where is the eyepatch.”

“I decided I wouldn’t be able to see my beautiful serving wench well enough with it on,” he told her.

“You are so sweet…way to sweet for a pirate,” she laughed. “I’m sorry for the delay, Master, you meal is on the table.” He looked and saw slices of pizza served on paper plates that had a design on them making them appear to be made of wood. “I hope you like it…I slaved all day over a hot oven,” she joked, “I know how much you enjoy my cooking,” and stuck out her tongue at him.

“It be my favorite…lucky for you,” he declared with a flourish as he swung his leg over the stool. As they ate, Leonard thanked her: “this is great, thanks. The costumes are excellent; I’m really sorry I’ll miss Halloween. Hey, pirate joke for you: what’s a pirates favorite letter of the alphabet?”

“That’s easy, No-Beard,” she answered, “R. Here’s one for you: how much did the pirate pay for his hook and peg leg?” Leonard shrugged his shoulders and Penny told him: “an arm and a leg.”

“OK, a fellow pirate asked how his friend lost his hand and got a hook and he replied, “I lost a fight with Red Beard.” Then he gestured toward his eyepatch, ” and how did you lose your eye.” The first pirate answered: “well a seagull dropping landed on me face.” “I don’t get it,” the second pirate admitted. “It was me first day with the hook,” the first pirate answered.

“Good one,” Penny told him, “what’s a pirate’s favorite fish?”

“Oh I got this,” Leonard smiled, “a swordfish. Last one: how much did it cost the pirate to get his ears pierced?”

“Too easy…a buck-an-ear,” she grinned.

After dinner, she led Leonard over to the sofa and informed him: “now I think a little entertainment for my Master is in order; but first I think you should get more comfortable.” She backed up to him on the couch, reached back between her legs, and brushing her skirt aside she pulled his boots off and tossed them aside. After shoving the coffee table aside, she began to dance in front of him, the way she had seen wenches do in movies. She was so sexy with her bare feet and Leonard loved the way her breasts wobbled inside the dress; her nipples visibly attempting to poke through. Her skirt swished from side to side, and even though it concealed her marvelous legs, Leonard found it to be very sexy.

He unsheathed his plastic sword, waved it over his head, and demanded: “I think it be time that top was pulled down.” Slowly and erotically, Penny pulled her arms out of the flouncy sleeves and then tugged the top of the dress down over her ample breasts. Momentarily getting hung up on her engorged gumdrop sized nipples, the cloth rolled downward to expose the most perfect set of tits Leonard had ever seen. Every time he saw them in all their glory, he skipped a breath and thanked the heavens for his good luck. Her breasts were a perfectly firm 36C and as she continued to dance around, they jiggled and wobbled on her chest. Her areola were elliptical and light pink, surrounding her large nubs.

While she danced, Penny grasped her tits and played with them; bringing each one up to her mouth so she could lick her own nipples. “You are sooo sexy,” he exhaled as he watched her fondle her incredible breasts. Getting back into character, he declared: “OK wench, it’s time you lost the dress,” and he gestured toward the floor with his thumbs.

Hooking her thumbs under the waist of the peasant dress and slowly pushed it down over her shapely hips. As soon as it was below her wonderful ass cheeks, she just let it drop to the floor revealing that she had gone totally commando. Even after all the times he had seen her undress, Penny could hear Leonard suck in his breath at the sight of her nude body. She twirled in front of him for effect and asked: “well Master…are you pleased with what you see?”

“Come closer, wench,” he managed to say; not taking his eyes off the beautiful woman in front of him. Again thanking the heavens, Leonard just stared at her incredible body as it swayed in front of his face. She possessed the perfect thigh gap to accentuate her plump, completely bald, mound. Her labia were already glistening and every time he saw them he noticed that the left lip was slightly larger than the right. Her slit resembled a coin slot between two peach halves and on this night it seemed to wink at him as she nestled in closer. He ran his hands up and down her waist and hips, marveling at how soft and silky her skin was.

Leaning forward, her scent revealed how excited she was. Pulling her into him, Leonard buried his face between her thighs and inhaled her musk. Extending the very tip of his tongue, he began to lightly lick at the sides of her slit; drawing his tongue from the bottom to the top on each side. With his thumbs, he spread her fleshy lips apart and enjoyed the bright pink inner flesh of her pussy. As if it was any secret, he could tell how aroused she was by the droplets of her lubrication dripping down her inner thighs. Holding her open, he lapped at her slit, spreading his tongue flat against her opening and gathering her sweet nectar.

“Oh my God,” she groaned and threw her head back when Leonard slid his tongue as far up inside her as it would reach. He snaked it around in her pussy several times before backing away and marveling at the sight of her juicy labia which were now spread out from her slit and resembled the wings of a pink butterfly. Nuzzling her swollen clit with his nose, Leonard slowly slid both of his forefingers up inside her wet hole and started to finger fuck the beautiful wench. Her wonderful body gyrated in front of him as he thrust his digits up into her with increasing intensity. She was pushing her body against his face and he gently bit down on her fat clit.

Suddenly her body convulsed and his face was drenched with her squirting juices. Penny’s knees gave out and she straddled his leg for support. “What a mess you have made of me,” Leonard faked scolding her while wiping his face with the back of his hand, “as a lesson for the future, you will now get a taste of me broadsword. After licking his hand clean; with surprising strength; he grasped her waist, picked her up and sat her down where he had been sitting on the sofa. While he tugged his rather tight shirt off over his head (who had time for buttons); Penny untied his draw string belt, grasped the waistband of his trousers and boxers, and yanked them down to his knees.

His totally erect broadsword slapped her in the chin as it escaped its confines and she eagerly grasped it in both hands. His penis was a tad over nine inches and very thick; Penny considered it the perfect size for her. It was just long and thick enough to fill, and stretch, her completely. There was already a drop of pre-cum on the tip of his crown, and she extended her tongue to pluck it off. He looked down and they made eye contact as she opened her mouth wide, then closed her lips with about half his length inside. He often wondered her emerald eyes were like pools of water in some Caribbean lagoon. She began to fondle his scrotum while sucking his shaft farther and farther down her throat. She was indeed an expert cock-sucker.

Leonard could feel her esophageal muscles trying to milk his prick. He grasped the sides of her head, running his fingers through her silky mane, and started to slide his dick in and out of her mouth; fucking her angelic face. He watched her perfect tits jiggle and wobble as he shoved his meat into her mouth, and wondered: “she really IS the total package.” Penny began to suck him so hard that her cheeks were concave, and she squeezed his balls, maybe, a little too hard. He swiftly withdrew his prick and admonished her: “enough of your tricks wench. Did you really think you were going to escape being stabbed with me broadsword.”

He tossed a throw pillow on the floor and ordered: “get down there and spread your legs.”

She did as ordered, placing the pillow under her delectable cheeks and spread her long legs wide. “Like this, Master,” she feigned fear.

“That be perfect,” Leonard told her as he kneeled between her moist thighs and pressed his fat crown against her slit. Her golden hair had spread out on the carpet, framing her face and as he stared at her naked body, all Leonard could think was: “my God she’s perfect…and she’s mine.” He pressed forward just enough so that her plump lips surrounded his crown, and then excruciatingly slowly began to stuff his fat meat up inside her hole.

Feeling her tunnel slowly being stretched to accommodate his girth, Penny started to squirm and begged him: “oh my God Leonard, don’t tease me anymore…fuck me baby…I need it bad.” When he was about half way inside, he shoved forward and buried his prick to the hilt. “Oh yesss,” she screamed, “I love your fucking cock.” They both cherished the sensation of the very first penetration and wanted it to last.

“That’s some potty mouth you’ve got there, wench,” Leonard joked as he laid down on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Penny wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed for fifteen Mississippi’s; their tongues counting each others teeth.

Leonard started to grind his pelvis against hers and she moaned: “fuck me baby…fuck me hard.” He placed his palms flat on the floor on either side of her shoulders and raised his body up until the only thing touching her miracle-of-nature body was his groin. Looking down between them, he watched as he withdrew his thick sabre; loving the sight of her fleshy flaps clinging to it. Raising her head up to meet his, Penny glanced down between her twin peaks and watched as he slowly slid back up inside her. Somehow, watching it and feeling her tunnel being stretched at the same time made the sensation even more intense.

Three or four slow strokes, and then Leonard started to pick up the pace. He would alternate quick, hard thrusts with slow, gentle ones; and he could tell he was driving her wild by the way her wonderful ass cheeks were gyrating against the rug and she was thrusting upwards to meet him. The pillow under her ass was perfectly placed and he was obtaining complete penetration; nudging her womb with every stroke. “I’m fucking the most beautiful girl on earth,” he told himself as he leaned forward to suck her right nipple between his teeth.

“Ohhh yesss baby,” Penny groaned, “stretch my cunt, lover…fuck me hard with that big fucking cock.” He began to fuck her so hard that perspiration was soon pouring off his forehead. Penny had never come right out and told Leonard but; even though she was a “big-ole-five and thought nothing of initiating sex; during sex she absolutely loved to be dominated. She loved to be “taken.” Harder and harder he pounded into her pussy, his balls slapping against her firm cheeks. “Fuck me…fuck me baby…fuck my little cunt,” she breathlessly moaned as he slammed into her.

In and out of her hole he rammed his prick like a piston in a Rolls Royce. Capturing her gumdrop firmly between his teeth, he bit down while grinding against her clit. “Ohhh God…yesss,” she screeched as she felt Leonard’s load flood her tunnel, and his hard-on twitching inside her. “Yesss…yesss…cum in me…fill my fucking cunt,” Penny squealed as the heat in her hole increased. He continued to grind against her clit and Penny’s naked body squirmed and her hips swiveled. He knew she had squirted again by the way her vaginal muscles were gripping his rod, and he smiled knowing he had pleased her.

Breathing in and out in a deliberate rhythm, she told him: “holy crap I love the way you fuck me.”

“Don’t forget your place, wench,” he told her, “because when I pull me broadsword out of it’s sheath, there’s gonna be a big mess on the floor to clean up.”

Feeling his shaft beginning to slowly shrink inside her, Penny corrected him: “sorry Master…I resign as Serving Wench. My new title is Pirate Whore.”

As his cock slipped out of her hole and their juices gushed out onto the floor, Leonard smiled and replied: “in that case, in about fifteen or twenty minutes I’ll interview you for the new position.”

At the airport, as Sheldon had a hissy-fit about being parked in a red-zone, Penny told Leonard: “please be careful my little Ewok; I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I keep imagining you laying on a tropical beach with some gorgeous topless native girl, sipping a drink from a coconut.”

“Well, first of all,” Leonard explained, “there is no girl as gorgeous as my native Nebraskan; and secondly, you’re thinking of some place in the South Seas; or “Gilligan’s Island;” you have to picture basically any scene from “The Perfect Storm” because we’ll be in the North Sea.”

The next two weeks dragged on for Penny without Leonard around. The apartment seemed empty; even with all their friends still dropping in. Also, she was getting increasingly horny and no amount of yoga or jogs was curing it. Of course, the remaining three nerds were getting all hyped up for Halloween…the holy grail of costumes. One evening, there was a knock on the door (and it wasn’t Sheldon’s knock) and she opened it to find Stuart standing there. “Hi Stuart,” she greeted him, “what brings you here. You know Leonard’s not back yet, right?”

Stepping aside to let him enter, she led him over to the sofa. “Yeah I know,” he admitted, “it’s actually you I wanted to talk to…to ask a enormous favor.” She had always thought of Stuart as being completely harmless, so no alarm bells went off in her head. “I don’t know if you know it, but my store is on the verge of closing. Rent and all other expenses have increased, but profits have actually declined…and not just because Leonard has been away,” he joked. “You know how much Leonard enjoys gonna the shop, and I know you would hate it if he no longer had a place to go to get away…not from you of course, but just from reality. That’s why I was hoping you could do me a favor.”

Beginning to be leery of where this was going, Penny asked: “what is it I could do. You know I don’t want you to lose your company.”

“Well, as you know, Halloween is the biggest time of year for most of my customers. I’m taking all the cash I have left and throwing a enormous Halloween party…pulling out all the stops. Big costume prizes; Raj is helping plan it, you know how much he loves that; Wil Wheaton said he would bring an actor friend to sigh autographs with him. Please hear me out before you say No; I have an authentic D.C Comics approved Wonder Woman costume with a real wig. I remember how great you looked when you guys entered my contest a couple years ago and was hoping you would agree to be a Greeter. Just greet people when they come into the store…that’s all.”

Quickly remembering how revealing the costume was, Penny shook her head and told him: “I’m sorry Stuart, but that costume was so degrading; almost as much as Serial Ape-ist.”

“I figure out,” Stuart looked so sad, “but this is my last chance, so I had to ask. Howard said that he could persuade Bernadette to wear her Catwoman suit if you would be with her. I just think the two of you would be so great…and great for company.” Penny wouldn’t relent and Stuart left the apartment with his shoulders hunched and head down.

A couple days later, Penny realized she had to do something to cheer herself up. She missed Leonard so much and hanging around the apartment alone just made it worse; so she decided to help Stuart out. The first thing she did was call Bernadette and confirm that she would be with her…in costume. “Oh yeah,” Bernadette assured her, “I love the looks I get when I wear that costume…it was worth every cent to have it custom made. Stuart paid a lot for your costume so I know it will look great. We’re gonna be the subject of a lot of wet dreams.”

Penny wished she had taken a picture of Stuart’s face when she walked into the comic book store and said: “OK, let’s see that costume.” When she got home with the costume, she immediately tried it on and her first reaction was: “wow…I look hot.” It was cut so high on her hips that her incredible legs were featured and looked great. The bodice plunged, so that her impressive cleavage was displayed to full advantage. The wig was a vast improvement over the cheesy one from her previous costume; and although the boots were a little large, they fit well enough so as not to be uncomfortable. She was actually pleased with the bracelets and the last accessory was her lasso-of-truth. “I can pull this off,” she told herself, “I’m keeping this for when Leonard gets back.”