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All Hallows

By: endthedream



Wolves of were howl,
And the cold winds blow.
The nights tick by shorter
Now.
The sky tastes snow.
The nights are sable.
Halloween quick and hurry
Now to me.

I had been running. The kind of running a person does for a long time without being aware of it. It was two days till Halloween. There had been ghosts on my neck and on my hands. Ectoplasm filled the nights and chilled the mornings. Staid did not know me. I was loosed and did not wish to be. Something was coming after me. That kind of quiet horror whose blood trail of memory I had picked up mid-summer, though its slow sprint coming for me for much longer than that.

Seasons do not stay long. November snows promise. Keep still and run is the way I have done it for so long. The stay is story and the stories I've read and written even have picked their way to this pace so the thing behind me kept even with me, even when I thought the trails were overlaid and I had outwitted it. Me, outwitting anyone? Ten-cent mind. Sad parcel of a body. Nights when I masturbated and held still as though pleasure were not allowed even there.

I am a single man. I was once a single boy. I have never attracted even horrors at my heels, though sometimes I scared myself into trying. I sleep little now and read Poe often. I feel the melancholy hands at my hot tea before I can even touch it. It seems there is a thing after me that calls in a voice that once knew and once knowing thus having power over me. The night is cold and I shiver, wrapped up in blankets sitting in my living room postage stamp size and dim orangey, perfect for the season rushing from the northward climes. I am naked under these blankets in the room I have left cold and I take my tea in my hands, second-handed, as I sip in the shadows and wait for the thing to catch up with me. Or rather, the thing ahead of me, to double back in forest black and drier, and turn round a second or third time to spy me out and call me to account:

For what I don't know. I caress my penis hard with my right hand now, my cup on the coffee table before me. I touch my balls and feel them and my penis chill. There has always been something about uncertainty that makes me feel like a child, and I am always uncertain. I wish I knew what the next morning would bring, if I could have a spy glass like in the Lemony Snicket stories, I know I could zero in on the moment that I missed by, that said this is your death and your life in one single second, one single minute and you will know everything about the little drubs that have ticked on you trick and treats. When my mother forced my out into that Halloween march with other kids who either ignored me or pushed by me or took my candy and hied to the world of dark streets I was never brave enough to travel.

I feel the world of horror now. I feel the hackles. I have read the horror novels erotic and though I do not understand them intellectually, if I understand anything, intellectual or other wise, but the body of me understands, wishes to be chastised, wishes to be noticed, naked. Though the thing I am to meet tonight, soon and sooner still, will not be impressed of course, I am a zero, but something of flesh and bone and I wonder if even in that I will presuppose some power, some bit of existence, which will make the monster stop for a moment before he bites my neck or rips me apart or toys with the things that I once held dear and makes them more than they ever were and showers their forever absence on me in cold green ice shackles which is the cruelest thing I can think of.

I wonder if I masturbate now, if it will come immediately as I do and what will it be? Tentacled and Beelzebubed or short and haired and fanged and bestial? Will it be a revenant or something that I produced long ago without knowing it, a malformed twin? To seek revenge on me? Or me the malformed twin it has come, perfection itself, still to seek a kind of fervency and feasting because sometimes these passages must go on whether they make sense or not. I lean back on the couch. I spread my legs under the blankets. I feel the warm on my naked body as when I was a child and sick with winter happiness and deep at night, thinking, oh the ego of children, the wilderness of me. Is this why it wishes to kill me? If it does wish that? Or to make me like him or it? If that is it's or his pleasure? And why he? Why not she? 

I have a nice penis. It is a bit longer than six inches. Though I wish I had a foreskin. But I have tight balls and I like to tickle them as I wait so foolishly for my fate. Do I have even a fate? Will that be excised from me or was it never part of the package? I think of silver Christmas and a smiling face that once looked in my direction. I grip myself and hold making it warm. I take the lubrication and rub it in, getting that silly sad sexual feeling in me. Will this thing that is here now, I feel it, and fear it so, will it laugh at me? Will it be some moment of time that I hold a treasure and find has not been that at all? A memory bursting in my brain and the straws of it come crashing down round me, as I drown once in what held me up and hopeful as I could ever be? And I cum. I feel the warm stickiness on my hands. I am breathing hard. I put my hands over myself in preternatural attempt at protection as old as the animal kingdom, knowing it will do no good.

I no longer run. I close my eyes. I feel like a child on Christmas Eve going to sleep, hoping against hope that tomorrow I will be someone—anyone. I lean my head back on the sofa and slide down a bit. I find myself infinitely tired from this entire running I never knew I was doing. It is good to quit. To turn the clockwork mechanism off finally and for all. I turn off the lamp on the table beside me. I hold my still somewhat tumescent penis in my hands as I pull off the blankets and feel the sting of the cold room. 

Something is in here with me now. A presence. A moment. A memory. A shadow. A movie monster. A Lovecraft monster or Poe's or Bierce's and I lean my head back further, baring my neck for its teeth, great grating yellow sharp as razors teeth, to bite my neck all the way through, or to put leeches on me or to steal my glass eyes and let me know that I am the robot or the alien from some distant planet I always thought, like all kids think, but grow out of; I never did grow out of it. A warmth. A movement. Something on the couch with me. I prepare. A vague memory of the Lord's Prayer, when it all seemed to be so simple in such complexity. A thing of arms touches me. A thing of hands. Of some sort of arms. Of some sort of hands.

Going to hold me. Crush me. Kill me. Finally. Yes. Thank you. Finally. As the shadow of roughness peels down my chest, cutting me open? Gutting my intestines? No. A certain opening expands below and at my penis. It is going to unman me, as if that really ever mattered. And the warm thing engulfs my penis and it is hard, going into the tunnel of death and then there is certain moistness, blood? Mine? No, the gulf of space closes round me and the colour out of space encircle my penis and begins to suckle it. It whispers. It sighs. I am safe. It is almost Halloween. The thing has caught me. And it was worth if for this moment even if it exists for this moment alone.

I begin to work myself in and out. Its hands, of whatever kinds, are gentle and stroke my legs and I begin to feel myself cumming and for the first time I am not lonely.

And perhaps for the first time, neither is this being who taught me two days before this Halloween of 2007 that sometimes running without even knowing it can end in peace, in surcease, in contentment.

They will I think find my body when I don't show for work after a few days. But it won't be me. I shall be elsewhere. Where the wolves of were howl and the cold winds blow, the days tick shorter, and the nights are sable now, the sky tastes of snow—for me, for us, for ever.

All Hallow's Eve



A Halloween Tale, For Holly

Through the crisp fall evening air, the young couple ran from the apartment building across the parking lot to the silver Audi parked nearby. As they reached the car, she leaned back against the passenger door as he pressed up against her. She pulled him close to her for a quick little kiss.

"Didya have fun, honey?" Heather asked, her blue-green eyes sparkling in the flickering glow of an overhead light.

"Oh yeah!" Kevin responded, feeling Heather nestle her body up closer to him. "And since Halloween is your favorite holiday I know that you had fun!"

"Uh-huh," Heather moaned, thrusting her hips up against him. "And I can't wait to get you home!"

"You sure?" he teased. "Cause if not, we can always go back and rejoin the party."

Heather made it look like she was thinking his question over, but then looked into his dark eyes and smiled. "Nah ... I'd rather get you home and get naked!"

"Oh, honey!" Kevin sighed. With another kiss that was a little longer and wetter, he unlocked the door and opened it up for Heather. He watched as she folded up her tall athletic frame into the plush leather passenger seat, and then stretched out her long shapely legs. He swung the door closed and went around to jump in beside her. 

They had made such a great couple at the party, he as a headless football player and she as a massacred cheerleader. For most of the party, Kevin had worn the shoulder pads up on his head and carried a detached head stuffed into his old football helmet as a prop Heather had worn a high school letter sweater that was ripped and torn as if by a slasher, revealing the curves of her supple athletic body. Her short skirt was similarly tattered and showing off her long legs and occasionally her tiny white g-string panties.

Settled into the car and underway for the short ride home, Heather wasted no time exploring Kevin's football pants feeling the thick hard erection that was growing underneath. His hand rested on her bare thigh and inched upward until his fingers brushed near the warm damp crotch of her panties. 

The nearly full moon was filtering through the scattered clouds and trees lending a spooky atmosphere to the late night. There was something about this sort of evening that seemed to tease and excite Heather. She loved horror movies and had cultivated an interest in the occult, often believing that witches and warlocks and vampires just might be real. Something about this night helped mix together elements of desire and eroticism and passion and dark-sided spirits in her mind with the resulting arousal sweeping through her body.

"Spooky night out, hon," Kevin said. "Looking for some ghosts and goblins?" Kevin snuck a glance in Heather's direction as his pinky began to rub up and down the moist folds between her legs.

"Mmm, just wondering ..." she said slowly and dreamily, looking back at Kevin, knowing by his expression that he could see the gleam of arousal in her eyes.

"Wondering what?"

"Wondering if it is all true, that on nights like this the spirits come alive and seek human contact."

"Anything is possible, hon," he replied. Kevin flinched as her hand gripped him tighter through his costume. "Oh, god yes! Anything is possible."

She knew that he didn't quite share her beliefs but that didn't really bother her. He was always very sweet about indulging her freaky side, a side that only her closest friends knew about. Most people would never think that a sweet unassuming preschool teacher would believe in vamps. But Kevin always gave Heather all the time she needed to pursue her own interests and was always there for her when she needed him. She leaned over and kissed him on the neck, then looked out through the car window at the night sky. As they approached a stoplight near her house, Heather noticed the old graveyard up ahead.

"Hey! Check it out! There's that neat old graveyard!" she said excitedly.

"So?"

"So ... um ... oh, nothing," she answered.

"No, what?" Kevin asked.

"Um, nothing really."

"Oh, come on, honey. I know what it means when you say nothing," he answered, his hand lightly rubbing the soft tender skin of her thigh.

"Well, um ... I don't know," Heather said, stalling a bit. She knew he always liked teasing her, but her thoughts were of something maybe a little darker and freakier than usual. "But um, haven't you ever wanted to do it in a graveyard?"

"Ah, not really." Kevin said, almost laughing until he saw how serious she was.

"But with me, honey?" she asked her hand firmly tracing the outline of his hard-on. "If I told you that I really, really wanted to do it in a graveyard, wouldn't you want to?"

"I don't know, honey," he responded, stifling a moan as he felt Heather's fingers gripping his cock through the tight old football pants. "Maybe I guess."

"Well, why not pull in up ahead, okay?"

"What? Now? Tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, honey!" she breathed huskily leaning down to nibble at his thickened member through the rough fabric of his football pants, grazing her teeth teasingly over his erection. "Mmm, I just know you want me, hon."

"Yeah, but here?" he said as the stoplight turned green and he started away slowly. "You sure?"

"I need you now, honey, so bad!" she said, lifting her face up from his lap and kissing him on the neck, feeling him flinch and quiver from the way her tongue danced along his tender skin. 

"Oh, fuck! You know I can't resist you when you do that!" he cried out, before pulling his Audi into the graveyard driveway and driving along the gravel path slowly and hesitantly.

"Keep going," Heather said, her hand still stroking him eagerly. "Keep going ..."

"What are you looking for?" he asked as he peered out through the darkness at the passing gravestones and monuments.

"Not sure ..." she began. "But I'll know what it is when I see it."

"Whatever ..." Kevin replied, hoping that she would find it quickly so he could release his raging hard-on from the tight football pants and have the hot sex that Heather was promising.

"Yeah! Here!" she called out. "Stop here!"

Kevin braked the Audi to a stop and looked around. Heather was looking beyond a line of grave markers toward a hulking old mausoleum, its gray marble profile silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Heather's hand left his crotch and she was already opening the car door.

"You sure, hon?" he asked. "This looks kinda creepy ..."

"I'm sure, Kev," she said getting out of the car. "This is perfect!"

Kevin followed behind as she scampered up toward the old building. The door was made of cold heavy brass and guarded by a wrought iron gate that had swung open.

"For Christ's sake," Kevin groaned as he watched her push the creaky door open. Over the doorway was a name carved in huge block letters, "Massey." 

He was thankful that October had been fairly warm as the cold and damp mausoleum sent a shiver down his spine as he entered. Heather pulled out a small flashlight from her purse and switched it on, sending a sharp beam of light up toward the vaulted ceiling then around the room, revealing a heavy layer of dust and a collection of cobwebs. She turned back to him, her face glowing from the flashlight and the blush of her arousal.

"This is perfect," she gushed. "Isn't it ... all spooky and creepy and gothic?"

"If you say so, hon," he replied apprehensively. There was an air to the room, not musty entirely, but different.

"Come on, Kev," she said reaching out to grab his jersey covered with fake blood and pull him toward her. "Oh, god! I am so turned on, baby. I want you right now."

Kevin looked around at the shadowy room. In the center was a crypt maybe three feet high. Along one wall was a series of carved niches, all but one containing an urn. Heather's kiss was hot and wet as she leaned back against the crypt and pulled him toward her. Her greenish blue eyes were sparkling with an intense desire that he had rarely seen in her. Not that she wasn't a passionate girl most of the time, but at this moment, she seemed overcome by something and Kevin grinned at the thought of the pleasure they were about to share, despite the creepy surroundings.

"Oh, yeah," he said as her kisses melted down over his neck. "You want me in here, right now?"

"Oh, god! I need you, honey!" she said, squatting down and frantically trying to unfasten his football pants. "I need you so bad!" Her hands rubbed over his crotch as Kevin helped her open up the pants. He moaned with pleasure when her warm fingers reached in and pulled out his thick stiff cock. Kevin pushed the pants down nearly to his knees. Wasting no time, Heather licked around the tip and kissed the head as she stroked the shaft eagerly. "Mmm, Kevin! I love your cock so much!"

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned as she sucked him into her hot wet mouth. The chill of the air was nothing compared to the heat of her blowjob. Kevin reached forward and rested his hands on her head as Heather sucked him deep into her mouth. His cock was growing fully long and hard quickly. As she slid his cock out, she swirled her tongue around and around the tip resting just inside her full lips. He groaned again as she hungrily sucked his cock, plunging her face down until the head pushed against her throat. "Oh, fuck, honey!"

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Heather hummed as she bobbed her head back and forth taking almost all of his cock inside her mouth and stroking the heck out of what she couldn't. She reached around and grabbed at the cheeks of his ass pulling him toward her as she devoured his throbbing manhood.

"Oh, fuck!" he screamed as her hand found his balls and began to cradle them, squeezing them gently. Heather had always prided herself on giving the best head, but tonight she was even more inspired! She could tell that the pumping of her mouth back and forth on his cock was going to make him cum soon. She glanced up to see his eyes close as her mouth sent intense sensations through him. His hips jerked back and forth uncontrollably. Then she drew her head back and let him escape her mouth with a loud pop, her teeth grazing lightly over the swollen head of his cock.

"I want you, honey!" she cried out, standing up and kissing his lips passionately. "I want you inside me now!"

"But ..." Kevin said watching as she pushed herself up onto the edge of the crypt. Her leather jacket was open and he could see the generous curves of her breasts coming into view through the rips and tears in her letter sweater. 

Heather perched her hips right at the edge of the crypt and raised her legs up, spreading them wide and resting the heels of her sneakers on the crypt. The tiny triangle of her little white panties was stretched tightly over her damp pussy, her bare shaven lips plainly visible in the dim light. Her hand reached down to rub herself through the thin fabric and then quickly slipped underneath. She knew that there was not mistaking the look of desire in her eyes as she gazed at him while pulling her panties to the side. Her pussy was at the right level for him to enter her.

"Oh, Jesus!" he sighed as she reached for him, guiding his firm shaft toward her throbbing pussy. Heather rubbed the head up and down on her wet labia before tucking it down toward her hot entrance. "Oh fuck, honey!"

Needing little more invitation, Kevin pressed forward and thrust his cock deeply into her, every hard thick inch stretching her wide. Heather sighed and moaned with pleasure as Kevin began to work his cock back and forth inside her. She pulled at her skirt, raising it up past her waist and shivered from the sensation of her smooth hot ass on the firm cold stone of the crypt. The feeling seemed to enflame her passion and she began to move wildly with a crazy abandon.

Heather wrapped her long legs around his hips and rocked her body as Kevin began to thrust in and out of her sodden pussy. She pulled at her clothes, her hands pushing up under the ripped letter sweater finding her full firm breasts bouncing in time with each hard thrust from Kevin. Grasping at them, she pulled at her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, pinching and pulling the taut rosy buds.

"Oh, Kevin! Fuck me ... harder! Harder!" she cried out.

Kevin clutched at her hips and thrust wildly, pumping his long hard cock deep into her, the heat of their passion making her writhe and wriggle. He tossed his head back and his eyes closed as if surrendering to the wonderful pleasure of the moment. But suddenly he tensed up and his cock throbbed as he began to cum. Normally he lasted pretty long but the impulsive urge that had seized Heather had now latched onto him and was bringing him over the edge. He sent stream after stream of hot cum up deep inside her, finally collapsing on top of her, his hands resting on her shoulders as his head lie in the warm valley between her breasts.

"Kevin ... honey?" she asked, wiggling her hips. "You cum already?"

"Yeah, baby," he said, panting. He moved his head as if looking around the cold room, and she felt his cock grow flaccid and slip from her. It was like something had made his ardor slacken so much that he only wanted to catch his breath and leave. "Um ... sorry. Maybe when we get home ..."

"Yeah, sure, honey," Heather replied with a deep sigh, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.

As Kevin helped Heather down off the crypt and they adjusted their clothes, he looked around suddenly. "What's that?" Kevin asked.

"I didn't hear anything," Heather replied, embracing him.

"I did ... sounded kind of spooky," he said, clutching her tightly. "Kind of a low moaning or groaning noise."

"I didn't hear anything," she replied. "Probably just the wind."

"I guess," Kevin said grabbing her flashlight and looking around, nosing the light into every dark corner. "But whatever it was, I want to get out of here. This place gives me the creeps," he remarked, his body giving off a shudder as he spoke the last word. "Come on the sooner we get home, the sooner I can make things up to you."

"We'll see about that," she sighed as they headed back toward his car.

Sure enough when they got back to Heather's place, Kevin was tender and gentle and loving at first, but grew more dynamic and forceful, more than making up for his short-lived performance at the cemetery. And sure, Heather came first and often this time, but as they lie together for the longest while afterwards, the gentle sound of his soft snore left her feeling sort of empty for some reason and her mind wandered back to the dank shadows of the mausoleum and the thrill that still sent shudders coursing through her body.

******

Not quite a week later, it was the night of Halloween and Heather had made it a point to get home from work early enough to eat and change into costume before the "trick and treaters" came calling. Kevin had returned back to school for the week so she would be on her own. But that didn't matter as she loved Halloween and the costumes and spooky fun and was delighted in the way the little ones dressed and the way many of them would look up at her with wide eyes when they saw her in costume. 

This year she had gone for a sexy witch look. She admired the way her black costume was snug and clung to her every curve from the shoulders down to her shapely hips. The neckline of her top was scooped low enough to show off just the upper curves of her breasts and her skirt ended about mid thigh showing off her long legs and knee high black suede boots. A crumpled witch's hat and black lace shawl complemented her outfit. Finally she replaced her usual golden cross with a silver necklace supporting a bejeweled pendant of a dragon and slipped on a couple of novelty rings. Her costume wasn't too overt, but just enough to maybe bring a look of fright to the kids and a knowing grin to the faces of the Dads who were escorting those kids around the neighborhood.


Heather lit the candles in her carved jack o'lanterns, flipped the switch to light up her spooky front yard display complete with skeletons and ghosts suspended from the trees. After slipping in the CD she had burned with favorite spooky tunes sprinkled with creepy sound effects, she set the bowl of Snickers and Hershey's Kisses beside the front door. Soon she heard the first cries of "Trick or treat!" 

She loved seeing the little ones dressed up in their costumes. Fairy princesses and wild animals and witches and goblins and ghosts. The store bought costumes were cute enough but she always made sure to reward the homemade hobgoblins with an extra candy bar or two. For the better part of an hour she kept her door open greeting the kids avidly.

"What do you say, Meaghan?" called out a father's stern voice as his little Lilo-costumed girl scampered from Heather's porch.

Turning around the little girl sang out, "Thank yooou!"

"You're welcome sweetie!" Heather called out with a giggle.

"And thank you!" said the father, his face showing a pleased grin.

Heather realized that he must have been checking her out and laughed, feeling a rush of excitement knowing that she just might have made his evening. She straightened her top and smoothed out her skirt and prepared to greet the next group of kids. After the first hour, the little ones began to disappear and she answered the door only to see a handful of leering teenaged boys in very minimal costumes. They were sort of cute so Heather did her best sexy witch act, making sure to lean over a little more than necessary to show off her curves. They went off laughing and smacking each other on the arm.

"See! I told you she was major hot!" she heard one of them say, his voice sounding like that of the next-door neighbor boy.

"Hmm, maybe in a couple of years, he'd be old enough for me," she said to herself, then laughed and closed the door.

As the Halloween visitors became fewer and farther in between, Heather called a few friends to see what was going on only. She got a couple of answering machines. A couple others were staying home since they had to work early in the morning. She felt restless, wanting to do something. There had to be something that she could find to entertain herself tonight. Then she remembered that O'Toole's pub always had a fun Halloween party with cheap drinks and decided that would be the best choice. Maybe that's where Nicole and Lizzie were. She sat for a few moments, slumping into the soft leather of her couch, and her eyes closed as she thought about what the rest of the evening might bring.

After deciding to go outside and snuff out the candles in the jack o'lanterns, Heather realized how nice the evening was, not really warm, but not chilly at all. So she went inside, slipped on her black leather jacket and decided to go for a walk. The moon was nearly full as she wandered through her modest middle class neighborhood. Heather enjoyed seeing the tame and outrageous decorations on the lawns and porches around her neighborhood as she walked through the nearly empty streets. With only a slight wind to accompany the clack of her leather boots on the sidewalk, she wandered along aimlessly, lost in thoughts of ghosts and vampires and sleazy horror movies.

Suddenly Heather realized that she had walked farther that she thought, all the way to the main road. She looked both ways and saw that she wasn't far from the old cemetery that she and Kevin had visited a few nights before. She thought about that evening and bit her lip. She remembered the scintillating hot sex and the lingering sensations it had brought. A shiver tingled down her spine and she began to walk in that direction. How creepy is this, visiting a graveyard on Halloween? The tingles didn't stop as she continued to walk along. Maybe this isn't too smart, going by myself, she thought. But who's going to hurt me? It's not like there's anybody lurking around there or anything. Beside, her kickboxing lessons had given her an edge of confidence in case some actual creep was skulking about.




All Hallows' Eve



This is my entry in the 2012 Halloween Contest. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please take a moment to vote for it (just once, thanks!) Comments are appreciated.

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Chapter 1

John lived for one purpose. To love his wife Jill, passionately, without reserve. 

He placed his arm around her waist from behind, softly caressing her hips. His wife never failed to turn him on, even when she was preparing their evening meal. 

She smiled back at him, "After dinner, darling. We can have another try for that baby."

"Looking forward to it." John kissed her on the neck, gently pushing her shirt aside so his lips could touch her soft flesh, inhale her sweet perfume. That perfume! It always did it for him. She made it herself to a secret recipe, using some crushed flowers from their garden. That, combined with her natural scent was an incredible aphrodisiac. He found it hard to resist it. He couldn't resist it. His hands wandered from around her waist, higher, to in front of her, up inside her shirt.

Jill sighed and put down the knife she was using to cut up the pumpkin. She loved John very much and was accustomed to him getting excited as soon as he touched her. It was very endearing. She knew she didn't have to do much yet, but putting the knife down made it less likely there would be an unfortunate accident. She bumped back into him, felt his hard cock pressing against her.

His hands responded by moving up to her firm breasts, cupped them, circled her nipples. John's own masculine scent had the same effect on Jill, as hers did to him. Jill was desperate to get pregnant, having John's baby would complete their family, she just knew it. She never discouraged any attempt by John to get himself into her, his sperm into her, those cute little sperm swimming vigorously upwards inside her, to make that baby.

This was the right time of month, she had been checking the calendar. Half-way until her next period. With luck she could get him inside her before dinner, and again later on. "Let's go to bed, Johnny darling," she suggested. 

"Here will be fine," John replied, feeling even more aroused now. His hands lifted her skirt up, pushed her panties down. His breathing became ragged.

"Why not?" she thought. "As long as he is inside me." She turned around to face him, feeling hot and wet. She dragged him over to the kitchen table, lay on top of that with her legs apart. It didn't take John long to slip it into her, and pump away like crazy. She felt the hot wetness of his sperm inside her. Maybe tonight the baby would start. Maybe.

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Chapter 2

The baby was not conceived that month, to their disappointment. Well never mind, next month. Meanwhile they would fuck themselves silly for the practice. Unfortunately disaster, as they say, struck. Jill developed black sores on her arms. She had contracted the Plague. This was before the days of antibiotics, so she slipped away rapidly. As did her parents.

Jill's unmarried sister Kate had been living with her parents, but following their death had nowhere to stay. John gallantly offered for Kate to stay with him, however he had no eyes for her. His thoughts were directed towards Jill, now lying in a grave a little way down the road, in the village cemetary. Each day he would walk up the narrow lane to the cemetary, and lay a flower on Jill's grave. 

A couple of years passed, with John and Kate settling into a routine. She cooked and cleaned in return for board at the house. John worked in the local village as a carpenter. John's grief lessened, but he still thought of Jill, wished that it had been him rather than her that was carried away by that awful disease. Each evening, after work, he made the trip to Jill's grave to lay his flower.

Kate, meanwhile, was evaluating her options. Unmarried, living with her brother, no-one suitable in the local village, no-one that caught her eye, anyway. As the months passed she started to realize more and more why Jill had married John. He had a raw manliness, a sensuality, a ruggedness, that was hard to avoid liking. He always treated her properly, but never seemed to notice her, as a woman, a sensous woman, a woman with needs.

Being a practical country lass, Kate thought that maybe both of their problems could be solved, if she could convice John to fall in love with her. She could help him forget Jill, and she would have a husband. Having a lover wouldn't be so bad either, she thought. The nights were getting harder to get through knowing John was in the bed in the next room.

On the weekends she watched John chop the wood for their fire, stripped down to shirt-sleeves. His muscles rippling under his shirt were strangely erotic. On this particular Saturday, October 31st, she felt herself being driven crazy by desire. There was John chopping, sweat glistening on his brow. The musky smell of the wood stove permeated the house. As Kate watched her hand dropped down and rubbed between her legs. She just had to do something before she exploded. 

After John had brought in the evening's supply of wood and dropped it into the box next to the stove Kate slipped out of her thin jumper, undid the top couple of buttons of her blouse.

"Hot in here," she remarked, doing her best to display as much of her tits as she could without looking as if she had just gone crazy.

John glanced at her, as if she had indeed just gone crazy. But then his eyes looked through her, over to where he had a single rose sitting in a vase, ready to be taken and placed on Jill's grave. Seeming not to notice Kate, or her tits, he moved towards the vase, ready for his evening trip to the cemetary.

Kate quickly moved between John and the rose, and tried to kiss him.

"What?" John sputtered, pulling away. "What are you doing?"

"Kiss me, John," Kate replied.

"No!" he firmly rebuffed her. "I will never cheat on Jill."

"But, she's gone!"

"Do you think I don't know that?" he glared at her savagely. "No-one can ever take her place. You are sweet, but you aren't her."

He grabbed the rose, shouldered his way past her, and headed out the door for his nightly mission. Kate slipped on a coat and hurried after him.

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Chapter 3

"John!" wailed Kate as she ran after him. "You won't be cheating!" She caught up to him. "We both deserve a little happiness! Won't you consider marrying me? At least we won't both be lonely the rest of our lives. Maybe you can come to love me too."

"Never!" John strode on quickly, rose in hand. The night seemed lighter than usual, with the moonlight streaming through the trees. As they approached Jill's grave they both got a shock. There was Jill standing next to it, with an unearthly expression on her face. She held out her arms to John, who smiled and walked towards her. "Jill! You've returned!"

Jill closed her eyes, and puckered up, waiting for John to kiss her, and join her. Before John could touch the risen Jill, Kate screamed: "No!" She rushed inbetween then, grabbed Jill and planted her own lips on her, frantically. Jill shuddered and collapsed on the ground, Kate falling on top of her, unconscious.

"What have you done!" yelled John, dragging Kate off his wife's form. But when he did that, there was nothing underneath Kate except dust. A small breeze picked up the dust and blew it back over the grave where somehow it seemed to belong. 

John stamped his foot in frustration. Had it all been a dream? Perhaps he was going loopy? What with Kate trying to kiss him, and Jill seeming to appear at the graveyard, maybe insanity was beckoning.

Kate was still collapsed on the ground, and John was feeling increasingly nervous, as if something was watching him from around the cemetary. Hurriedly he picked up Kate and bore her back to their home, in his arms.

He put Kate on her bed and covered her with a blanket. She opened her eyes tentatively. "John?"

"You've had a fright, go to sleep."

"Kiss me, John."

"I told you before, I'm not doing that. I'm staying faithful to Jill."

"But I am Jill!" she cried.

"What? Don't taunt me, Kate. Go to sleep, you're babbling."

"But ..."

"We'll talk about it in the morning."

"OK, darling."

"Don't call me darling!" John replied roughly.

***

Next morning John woke groggily. All Hallows' Day! And ... what? Kate was in bed next to him, running her hands over his chest.

"What the hell?" he yelped. "Get out!"

"But Johnny, it's me, darling!"

"I know who you fucking are, but you are still my wife's sister. Now get your hands off me."

"No, Johnny. Kate's in the graveyard. I switched with her. You've got me back." Her hands moved downwards. 

"Don't touch me!"

"My love, don't you remember my touch? I remember you. I remember that little heart-shaped mark on your cock. Remember when I used to kiss it? When I used to suck it? Remember that? Kate wouldn't know about that ... would she?" Her hand paused. "Would she?"

"No of course she wouldn't! That is, you wouldn't! Now you've got me confused."

"I knew she wouldn't. Our love was too strong for that. Now kiss me. Touch me. Continue from where we left off." She slipped her hand down to his cock, started stroking it.

John rolled over, facing her now. Her face was not dissimilar to to Jill's. And she seemed to know things that only Jill would. And we was feeling very frisky. And lonely. And confused. "Jill ..."

She kissed him, pressing her breasts against him, wiggling them in the way he remembered well. It was Jill! He abandoned himself into the moment, kissed her breasts, grabbed her ass with his hands, pulled her closer. His cock was hard, thick. Thick and hard. It moved urgently towards her ...

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Chapter 4

Months passed. Three of them. Kate/Jill became accustomed to waking up with John's cock shoved right up her, his hands urgently caressing her breasts. It seemed as if he was making up for lost time. She encouraged him, kissing him passionately, pulling him to her. His mouth on her breasts was, like, electricity. She was working to a timetable, unbeknown to John. She didn't want to seem desperate, but after the third month things were getting hairy. She made sure they did it every night. The harder and deeper the better. She loved having his cum oozing out of her once they finished. Maybe this time there would be a baby.

As the fourth month rolled by (January) she woke up, started cooking the usual bacon and eggs, but the smell was too much. She rushed outside and threw up. Yes! She grinned. Finally! Her late mother had told her what to expect.

Over the next few months she was certain she was pregnant. No more periods. Lots of nausea. Everything was going to plan. Their love-making became more sweet, less intense. She didn't need his sperm any more, just his love. As she felt his cock sliding in and out of her, her hips responded in kind. Night after night.

Now for the next phase ... By June she had a noticeable "bump". It was time to talk.

"Johnny darling, we are going to have a baby!"

"That's fantastic!"

"Yes, well, there is a slight complication."

"Complication?"

"You know how I took over Kate's body last All Hallows' Eve?"

"Sure. The happiest day of my life. Apart from marrying you in the first place." He grinned.

"Well, you wouldn't believe the things I had to do to get a year with you. But one year is the max."

"What are you saying, darling?"

"I have to return next All Hallows' Eve. Now you have a choice. Join me, or stay here with my sister."

"Kate? Are you insane? What do I have to do?"

"Just trust me."

~ ~ ~

Chapter 5

All Hallows' Eve came around again. John looked lovingly at his wife. "What do we do now?"

"Just follow me, my love."

She was heavily pregnant, so the walk was slow. They walked hand in hand to the cemetary. He hadn't visited it since he had got his wife back.

As they approached her grave, there was a figure standing next to it. It was Kate. She shuffled forwards.

"Let her take you, darling," said Kate/Jill to John. "Then you can join me in the afterlife."

"But what of our baby?"

"Kate will raise it for us. That is her destiny."

"What do I do?"

"Just kiss her."

He looked at the zombie Kate. His love for Jill overrode his doubts. He moved over to Kate and kissed her. Nothing happend. He kissed her more passionately, his body responding to hers. Finally, he died. At last! He rejoined Jill, in the afterlife, together, forever.

Kate collapsed on the ground. She woke up a few minutes later, felt her stomach, felt the kicking. The baby was coming ...

The church clock tolled. Midnight. Babies born on All Hallows' Day had special powers, so they say ...



All Hallow's Eve



Author's Note: This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago and had completely forgotten about, recently discovering it while cleaning up my hard drive. It was going to be a multiple chapter series; however, thought it would make a perfect submission for the Halloween event so submitting in its entirety. I hope you enjoy and vote favorably!

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"Mr. Wilcox?" the doctor inquired.

Broken from my reverie—the bright lights of the hospital maternity ward glaring down upon us—I apologized to the physician. 

"Sorry doctor. I drifted off thinking about an answer to your question," I told him.

The obstetrician smiled at me, obviously uncomfortable. I knew the reason for his question and unease; although, as many years as he had been in practice, I am sure he had been in similar scenarios, particularly as he attempted to politically handle a potentially explosive situation. 

Once again my mind drifted back to October of last year...

*********************

"John, did you hear me? Mary's going to be here on the eighteenth. Will you be able to get off from work early and pick her up at the airport?" Melissa, my wife, asked again—for the fifth time.

It was not that I was ignoring her, I was just mesmerized looking at her, my thoughts straying to more carnal inclinations.

My wife looked beautiful this morning as always. Biasness aside, there was not a man alive who would not openly admire her figure and take a second look at her, and I was filled with male bravado being the man she had come to love. We had been married nine years, and it never ceased to amaze me how she could look so good without any preparation whatsoever. She was one of those women that the older she got, the hotter she became, like a fine wine, and she was more beautiful now than when we married.

Her long blonde hair was slightly disheveled from getting out of bed, giving her a "wild" look and complimenting her beauty instead of detracting from it. Her deep blue-green eyes showed signs of sleep, having been woken by the telephone early in the morning, their gaze spellbinding as I looked at her. 

The morning sun coming through the window outlined her sleek 135-pound frame; although the voluminous folds of cloth from the woolen robe she was wearing unfairly obscured her 36-25-34 figure. Yet as she moved through the kitchen I caught occasional glimpses of her long toned legs.

I on the other hand showed signs of middle age. My gut was larger than I would have liked, not as much from laziness as the sedentary aspect of my job—sitting in front of computers all day was not conducive to maintaining an athletic physique.

'Whatever happened to the 180-pound stud in high school?' I wondered to myself.

Thankfully I still had my full head of hair, even if it was graying prematurely. I was not vain enough to dye it, but the increasing quantity of white hairs piling up after each monthly haircut was a steady reminder I was not getting any younger, whereas my wife got hotter and hotter each year.

"John? Earth to John, your wife would like to talk to you!" I heard her said, slightly exasperated.

My reverie broken one more, I smiled up at her. "Yes, that's fine Hon, just remind me when the date gets closer and I can be there. You know I'm always ready to see Mary!" I chuckled.

Melissa smiled knowingly at me as she muttered under breath, "You all are such pigs!"

Mary was Melissa's younger sister by a year. I had dated both in high school, but there was something that always drew me to Melissa, and I have never regretted my choice of sisters. It was a standing joke between the sisters saying I had flipped a coin on who to take to the prom, resulting in us being together for life. Melissa routinely teased Mary saying "gentlemen prefer blondes" as to why I ended up with her. Whatever had drawn me to her, something had 'clicked' between the two of us, and to this day we were still very much in love. 

That being said, there were no doubts amongst any of us that had I somehow ended up with Mary, the three of us would still have been as close to each other as we were now.

Mary attempted to visit at least once a year, but work had interfered the last couple years and it had been several years since we had seen her. She finally had a week long break to see us and we were both excited for her visit. More than family, she was a good friend, and it had been too long since we had last spent some time with her.

Mary was a make-up and costume artist in the movie industry. She had finally broken into the 'big leagues' interning on one of The Terminator movies, after a long stint of poorly paid plays and public television shows. Her most recent accomplishment—and the biggest in our eyes—was her 4-year job as one of the costume and make-up artists for The Lord of the Rings, and now The Hobbit. 

Although the movies were a huge creation with dozens, if not a hundred of make-up artists, Mary's work had earned several awards and the respect of the movie-making community. She had made such an impression she had actually been invited—as opposed to actually having to apply—for a similar position with the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, as well as many of the Marvel comic book movies coming out, and the whole family was extremely proud of her.

While excited at her long overdue visit, I was dreading the continual influx of family that would inevitably be deluging our house while Mary stayed with us, as she visited others in our family even more rarely than us. Knowing she was staying with us would draw their family like iron filings to a magnet.

Looking out the window, I mentally went over my 'honey-do' list in preparation for the visit: get the backyard in order for guests; clean the pool out—as even for October we had unseasonably warm weather—as well as some minor repairs around the house. Working full time, I only had two weekends available to get all the house and yard done in times.

Gazing out the window across the yard, I saw the National Forest abutting against our property, the tree line looming ominously in the pre-morning light, a partial blanket of fog on the ground giving it an almost ethereal quality.

"John where are you today?" my wife asked, handing me another cup of coffee and breaking my thoughts as her arm wrapped around my waist.

"Sorry honey, just a bit tired I guess," I explained.

She grinned up at me and I knew she thought I was referring to last night. Even after nine years of marriage our sex drive had not diminished. Melissa was in her sexual peak and had become quite a vixen—both in and out of bed—and last night was no exception. Lately she had become insatiable. 

Melissa has always been open with her sexuality—as was I—and we were very honest with each other. We had what could be called an 'open' marriage—at least in agreement—given neither Melissa nor I had ever slept with anybody else since our marriage; however, we still had our fantasies, sharing them with each other, which was often more exciting than actually following through on them. 

Our strongest fantasy for a few years now was the mutual desire for her to participate in a gangbang. Again, the thought was more exciting than living out the fantasy, so it was something we more than likely would never act out upon. Melissa's version of the fantasy centered on her having every orifice filled with cocks, her body nothing more than a vessel for which the men around her slacked their lust, while for me, the image of my wife being used in such a degrading and unbridled manner was a complete turn on for me. 

And once again, although the opportunity would probably never present itself, we were both extremely satisfied strictly being with each other, letting our minds wander into the depth of our fantasies and using those thoughts to heighten our being together. Having similar fantasies fueled both our sexual urges.

Around the house it had become something we joked about, knowing each other's feelings so intimately.

The core foundation to our fantasies was rooted in the fact my wife was an overt exhibitionist and I was a voyeur, two psyches that played well with each other as we described our thoughts during out lovemaking, each feeding upon the other's imagination.

Melissa had even confided one night that Mary had a similar fantasy, even discussing the possibility of us having a threesome sometime with her. The thought of the two sisters at the same time was intriguing—and something I had thought about even in high school—but I still had eyes for Melissa, regardless of my past intimacy with Mary.

Lately my wife had begun dressing in more revealing clothes than usual. As I have mentioned, she has an exhibitionist streak within her , unafraid of showing off her body—a trait shared with her sister—but recently her clothing choices made even the most Puritan of males have ulterior thoughts concerning her. 

And it was not just social interactions where she was becoming more emboldened with her outfits—even her attire for work was affected, her skirts each week become shorter and shorter while her blouses got tighter and skimpier. As such, all her clothes had been revealing a bit more of her body than usual.

Not that I or anybody else was complaining, particularly my voyeuristic side. Melissa had a fantastic figure, and we both enjoyed the attention she received from other men. In fact our love making last night had been spurred on by her narrative on how all the men at her office had been more than generous letting her go first up the escalator as they headed to their weekly meeting, knowing they were getting an excellent view of her legs and ass in the short flared skirt and lace panties she had worn that day.

We both knew much of Melissa's increased libido was due to her desire for children. After all these years we still had not been able to conceive. We had been to several specialists, done all sorts of tests, and the final results were always the same—there was nothing wrong with either of us. Despite being completely healthy both physically and mentally, and having a robust sexuality, it was still only the two of us in this big house. 

I knew when it was time it would happen, but Melissa wondered if her decision to be on birth control early in our marriage while we worked on our careers had contributed to the lack of a child, even though the doctors told us that had nothing to do with our inability to conceive. Nevertheless, she still had her doubts.

I knew Mary's visit would bolster back some of the confidence Melissa was missing. Both sisters fed off each other for moral support and it would be therapeutic for them getting back together after so long. Most likely Mary needed a 'refueling of the soul' as much as Melissa did after all this time apart from her sister.

Smiling back at her and giving her arms a squeeze, we looked at each other intently, our minds sharing our little evening secret before we finished our breakfast and got ready for work. 

*********************

I pulled into the driveway a week later wondering if Melissa had gone crazy and decided to move out. In front of the garage were dozens of boxes and crates, some large enough for a person to fit within them, and as I got out of the car and looked at them closer, I saw they all had various shipping labels from UPS, Fed-Ex, and DHL—as well as others I did not recognize. 

Inspecting the labels, I saw several had been shipped from Los Angeles and knew they had to have come from Mary; however, many were from other various places around the globe—a few were even postmarked from New Zealand labeled "Weta Workshop," further confirming my suspicions as to their sender—Mary had worked closely with the group during the filming of The Lord of the Rings movies.

I entered the house looking for Melissa. "Hon? You home?" I shouted.

"Up here in the guest room," came her muffled response as I headed upstairs.

Entering the room I saw she was cleaning the room in preparation for Mary's arrival in two weeks.

"What's with all the boxes?" I asked.

"I have no idea," she replied. "I called Mary to ask and all she would say is 'Good, they got there,' telling me it was a surprise for both of us and not to open them. We'll have to put them in the garage, but it will need to be straightened up first. Some of those things are pretty heavy, so I waited for my big strong man to get here."

"Oh, your lover is coming over? Want me to leave before he gets here?" I joked to her.

Smiling at me, Melissa got a mischievous look in her eyes saying, "Now you know damn well if I were to sleep with somebody other than you, it would be 'they' and not a single 'he,'" she grinned. 

Laughing at her comment—our shared fantasy often used to tease each other—I helped her straighten the room up, and then we went to tackle the garage.

Our two-car garage was not necessarily messy, but it was by no means clean enough to house all the boxes and crates which had arrived without some rearranging. It took most of the evening to straighten the area up and move the boxes in. The cleaning and rearranging also gave us a chance to throw away things no longer needed, and by the time we were finished we had almost as much junk outside for the trash than Mary had sent! Even so, as much as we had cleaned, there were still so many boxes we were forced to park one of the cars out in the driveway.

Later that night Mary called and I overheard Melissa ask about the deliveries. After the phone call Melissa told me all Mary would say was they were a surprise for both of us and we would both be thoroughly pleased, stressing to not open anything until she arrived.

"She also said there would be more, not knowing exactly how many we would be getting," she told me. "She said something nebulous like it depending on whether her 'connections' came through or not," my wife explained to me. "And don't look at me like that," she said to my rolling eyes, "I'm as clueless as you are!"

True to her words, more crates and boxes arrived the following week, as well as the days after. By the time Mary was to arrive we had to park both cars in the driveway, and at one point the neighbors actually asked us if we were moving.

Some of the boxes were extremely heavy, and I was thankful we had cleaned the garage the first night so the delivery men could put them directly into the garage. As with the first shipment, all were from various parts of the world, compounding our perplexity as to what Mary was up to.

*********************

"Is she moving in with us?" I asked the night before Mary's arrival, having moved hopefully the last of the boxes delivered.

Melissa laughed, "As if you would be upset living with two hot women?" 

I shrugged sheepishly as she grinned at me. I loved my wife, but was not immune to either of the sisters' charms. One of my oldest fantasies involved a threesome with them—they were the Yin and Yang of a man's dreams come true.

Side-by-side Melissa and Mary were very much in contrast to each other: Melissa having long blonde hair and fair skin from her mother's Irish decent, opposite from Mary who kept her dark brunette hair cropped short and inheriting their father's Mediterranean complexion. Beyond their physical attributes they there were almost identical, with similar personalities, the same body structure and sizes, and more strikingly, the same penetrating blue-green eyes. After meeting them for only a minute there was no doubt they were sisters, and in the dark or blindfolded they would be indistinguishable, having the same mannerisms, tastes, and even voices—after all these years even I had problems differentiating them on the phone. If I had a penny for the number of times they were asked if they were twins when they were together I would have retired years ago!

I grinned, one of my fantasies rising to the forefront of my thoughts, centering around the possibility of them switching places, and I often wondered if I had indeed slept with both sisters at one point in my married life, my smile getting larger as I sipped my evening's second cup of coffee reminiscing...

Several years ago the three of us had held a Halloween party, which had now become a yearly tradition. Melissa and Mary had dressed as twins. Mary had some cosmetic solution which after bathing had made Melissa's skin as dark as hers, and my wife had actually cut her hair to match Mary's, each dyeing their hair raven black. Completing the 'costume,' they wore matching outfits—high heeled thigh-high boots, tight leather micro-miniskirts, and a see-through half-top that had left nothing to the imagination, the outlines of their breasts visible if you watched closely—which many a man did! 

They were without any question identical and even as intimate as I was with my wife, could not tell which was Mary or Melissa. 

As nobody could discern which woman was the single, care-free younger sibling or the more restrictive married one, it gave them complete autonomy to do anything they wanted. Consequently they took turns portraying each other—one would act like more of a carefree slut while the other played at being a demure innocent girl, performing as the married hostess of the party. In fact, I could only assume they took turns knowing the two woman, as it was virtually impossible to tell if only one of them was acting slutty or they swapped roles from time-to-time, both of them often going into the bathroom together and exiting, leaving everybody clueless as to whether the same girl was being the uninhibited and often downright slutty girl or not. I knew my wife had the same potential at being a sleaze as her sisters, and many concluded the girls were merely playing mind games—since Melissa was married she was obviously the 'innocent girl' the entire time, while Mary flirted overtly with the men at the party; however, I knew my wife better than that, and I was one of the small group of people having the suspicion they had switched 'roles' on and off the entire night.

It was quite a turn-on to see one of them being a brazen slut, getting felt up by neighbors I have known for years and not knowing if the woman being so whorish was my wife or sister. 

And both women could sense my excitement, contriving a contest between the three of us, telling me if I could tell who was who by the end of the night I would be an extremely happy man. 

Throughout the evening I had poked, prodded, French-kissed, and fondled both personas repeatedly, and although I was fairly certain I had been affectionate to both of them, each played their parts to perfection, never once giving me a clue as to who was who. 

By the end of the night I still had no idea as to which of the women was Mary and which was Melissa, my wife for then five years. 

When the moment of decision came I could only make a guess. I remembered both smiling in the living room as I announced their identities, my supposed wife taking me by the hand without a word and leading me upstairs, where we made love nonstop all night.

The next morning over breakfast I sat staring at the two identical women sitting side-by-side, still amazed at how indistinguishable they looked. The hue in Melissa's skin would not fade for at least a week, so they would basically be 'twins' for the entire length of Mary's visit. Making matters worse they had apparently decided to continue the ruse by wearing similar clothing—both now wearing identical thick woolen bath robes. 

Other than the fact of knowing where my wife usually sat at the table, I honestly could not tell them apart.

One of them asked how my evening was and I smiled, saying I was glad I chose correctly. They both returned the smile, giggling simultaneously as they both said, "Who said you chose the right one?"

I literally spit my coffee across the room, asking what they meant and only getting only a sly smile from each of them. To this day they have never told me if the woman I had bedded that night—or even the entire week—was Melissa or Mary, keeping the charade going the entire time, as well as it remaining a secret for the last five years...




All Hallow's Eve



As I broke from my daydreaming I smiled at Melissa, thinking on her last statement: "Oh, as if you would be upset at living with two hot women?" 

Still smiling I continued the fun answering, "Well, we would have to get a bigger bed!" 

I was rewarded by a pillow thrown at me as we both laughed.

*********************

The next day I left work early and headed to the airport. Melissa would also be getting out of work early, but would meet us at home—I was the chosen chauffer. 

Security being what it was these days; I parked in the Hourly Parking area and waited in the Baggage Claim area, the most hassle-free place to meet somebody in the airport. Examining the flight monitors I saw Mary's plane had already landed, so knew I would not have long to wait as two arms suddenly wrapped around my waist and a body pressed against me from behind, a familiar female voice saying, "Hello stud, care to take advantage of a beautiful brunette?"

Turning around I grabbed Mary in a big hug, kissing her fully on the lips as she returned both the hug and kiss enthusiastically.

"Damn girl it's been too long!" I told her, looking at her at arm's length. "And damn, you look fantastic!" I told her, saying nothing but the truth as I admired her body. 

Just like her sister, Mary looked better and better each year. She was dressed comfortably for the long plane trip in a sports bra and yoga pants, and with the hot figure both her and Melissa shared, her tight clothes were enough to cause every testosterone-driven eye in the vicinity to focus upon her. 

Her bare waist, exaggerated by the low-riding pants and tapering in from her firm breasts, was accented by a classy glittering navel ring, and as my eyes drifted lower, I could not help but notice the straps of a black thong hooked on her pelvic bones above the waistline of her pants.

Mary had let her hair grow, now almost as long as Melissa's as I continued with the compliments, telling her, "Your hair looks incredible!"

Mary blushed at the obvious admiration from me, smiling. "I've looked worse, hell in New Zealand we were lucky to get a bath every few days, let alone a haircut!" she exclaimed, reminding me about the boxes. As if reading my mind she stated, "And before you ask, no, I'm not saying what they are until both you and Mel are together!" she grinned mischievously.

Closing my mouth and smiling at her—she knew me all too well—I helped her get her bags and took her to the car.

"Damn, it's good to be back home!" she said as we drove. "I missed this. Let me tell you, traveling and fame and fortune are nice, but a person has to get home to their roots at some point. And God I've missed you and Mel; it's been what...three years?" she asked, shaking her head at my correction of it being four. "Way too long to visit my most favorite two people in the world!" she laughed. Giving me a mischievous grin as I drove, she then said, "Next year I'm going to fly you two to me, those deliveries cost a fortune!" she exclaimed.

Opening my mouth to ask her about the boxes, she immediately put her hand over my mouth, the scent of her perfume intoxicating as I smiled behind the soft warm flesh of her palm. 

Moving her hand away, I grinned and instead said, "I was about to say it's good to see you too!" I lied.

"Mhm," she said knowingly. Giving me another grin as she turned her head towards me she said, "Bullshit John, I know you as well as my own sister, it's killing you both, isn't it?" she asked teasingly.

I nodded, knowing I would get no answers until she was ready to tell both Melissa and myself together. 

I was happy to see her again. As much as I was cringing at the prospect of family members invading our house for the next week, it had been far too long since she had visited. It was like a missing piece of the family was back in place, something you did not openly realize was missing until it was finally back. 

And she did look good, my thoughts again drifting back to that Halloween week years ago.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, each lost in our own thoughts, knowing it was pointless to talk about goings on until the three of us were together, so nothing needed to be repeated.

*********************

If you have ever heard a car starting in the winter with a loose fan belt you will have an inkling of what it is like when two close sisters finally are reunited after being apart for such a long time, both girls screeching in unison as they hugged. 

Excusing myself to take Mary's bags to her room and change out of my work clothes, I told them they could have some time to catch up as I went upstairs, my ears still ringing from the noise.

The evening was spent catching up on everything—including our failure to conceive—as Mary reassured Melissa the doctors would have caught anything wrong by now. 

"When it happens, it will happen," she said, echoing our own thoughts.

*********************

Later that night, while making love to Melissa, my thoughts turned to a sports bra and black thong...

"Uhn...uhn. Oh...John," Melissa was grunting, "Oh...God...yes!" she moaned as I slammed into her, my cock slamming into her velvety soft cleft over and over.

We were both close to exploding. 

"Oh...here, take it now!" I grunted, my cock slamming one final time into my wife's pussy as I reached orgasm, while Melissa's legs clutched tightly around mine, her body shaking uncontrollably as her body also climaxed. 

We knew each other so well we had timed it perfectly, both gripping each other tightly as we cooled down from our simultaneous release.

Lying next to her in the afterglow I smiled. "I do love you, you know," I whispered, feeling myself become flaccid inside her as her pelvic muscles continued to clench and hold me inside of her for a few more seconds. 

Adjusting my position to get more comfortable, I felt myself slip out of the warmth of her crevice as Melissa made a soft whine, our close intimacy broken.

"That was nice," she whispered, "even if you were thinking of my sister."

Surprised, I looked at her smiling face, impossible to lie to her, "OK, you caught my hand in the cookie jar," I confessed. "I'm sorry," I whispered back.

"Bah, I don't worry about you with another woman," she smiled, "least of all my own sister! Besides, I know there are times she's fantasized about you as well. Hell, I've even fantasized about you two together," she whispered wickedly as she hugged me. "Who knows what could happen someday," she grinned.

I smiled back at her. She was correct in stating anything could happen, as we had agreed to an open relationship since first dating; however, I wondered how serious she was, or if she was merely in one of her 'after sex playful teasing moods.' 

It was no secret to either of them I had fantasized about Mary—we HAD dated in high school after all—but I was wholly devoted to Melissa. The farthest Mary and I had ever gone was some extreme heavy petting in the back of my car, but both girls knew my tastes, particularly after the 'twins' event.

Melissa smiled, "I know—you love me, you lust my sister" she said. "It's alright you know, we're all adults. And besides, I know nothing would happen between the two of you without me!" she winked in the dim light of the room, the darkness broken only by the outside garage light coming through our window.

We had similar conversations in the past. It was all playful talk, but thoughts of Melissa and Mary together were enough to get me hard again. 

Melissa sensed the stirrings in my groin as well.

"Oh no, it's bed time Mr. Wilcox," she admonished to me. "We both have to work tomorrow and it's already past 2:00 am!" she said, untangling herself from beneath my legs and settling in for the night.

*********************

The next morning Mary asked if we slept well. I looked at her briefly wondering if we had been too loud in our lovemaking, embarrassed as my wife answered, "Well, John gave me a nice little nightcap!" she grinned at her sister.

"Let me guess, he was thinking about me?" Mary asked innocently.

I felt myself blushing further.

"Of course my dear," Melissa answered, giving her sister a kiss on the cheek. "Who knows, maybe our firstborn will be all your doing!" she laughed with Mary.

I folded the morning paper exaggeratedly as I said, "If you two don't mind, I'm going to finish getting ready for work," I told them, getting up and trying to ignore the sisterly banter at my expense.

Both girls grinned at me and I finally smiled back. They enjoyed teasing me, never passing up an opportunity, and they also knew I enjoyed it as much as they did. It had been too long since Mary's last visit, and I had forgotten what it was like being around them together, both feeding off of each other's personality.

Later as we were leaving for work—carpooling to leave Mary with one of the cars—Melissa asked what Mary's plans were for the day. "I assume you're going to be visiting everybody," she said, handing her sister the spare house key.

"Actually, I need to start unpacking those boxes," Mary answered. "And I need a strict vow from BOTH of you not to enter the garage until I say so!" she grinned, knowing we were about to ask what was in the boxes as both of us looked at her questioningly. "Come on you two! I want to give you both a nice little present, so please?" she begged.

Reluctantly we agreed. Although not knowing what she had in store for us was driving us both crazy, we also knew Mary felt a need to repay us.

A few years before she had done The Terminator movies Mary had hit rock bottom financially and in terms of her profession. In her despair, she contemplated quitting her career and coming home. Although Melissa and I were still getting on our own feet financially we could not let Mary's dreams crumble. After Melissa and I had a long heartfelt talk, we took a second mortgage on the house, sending the entire $200,000 to Mary, saying she could pay us back when she 'struck it big.' 

Neither Melissa nor I wanted the money back—it was a gift and something we were happy to do for her. Mary was family and that was all that needed to be said; however, by the end of The Lord of the Rings job Mary had paid us in full, yet still feeling a need to give us more, which we adamantly refused.

"Sis, you know you don't owe us anything," I told Mary as Melissa nodded in agreement.

"I know, but you two BELIEVED in me, even when I didn't myself. The least I can do is show my appreciation once and a while!" she answered. "Besides, I know what you two went through to help me with the house and all, so let me enjoy myself, will ya?" she asked.

Agreeing to her requests, we headed to work.

*********************

The rest of the week went as expected—family, family, and more family. The house was invaded at all hours of the day without pause from not only Mary and Melissa's family, but also my own. Having grown up and knowing both girls for years, my family was just as enamored of the girls as their own. 

I knew Melissa wanted to take a few days off work to visit with her sister alone, but Mary told her not to, stating there would be plenty of time to catch up, even as we watched each day go by and her departure date getting closer and closer. Against Mary's objections, Melissa at least came home early most of the week in order to monopolize her time with her sister, particularly when we were not inundated with relatives.

For me, work became a refuge from all the estrogen seeping into the walls as various aunts, cousins, friends, and so forth came to visit. It had been years since many had seen Mary, and this was an opportune time to catch up on all going on in their lives.

Compounding my wife's frustration at spending time with her sister, Mary sequestered herself in the garage in the evenings, making all sorts of racket which piqued Melissa's and my own curiosity more and more. Reminding us of our vow not to pry, we let Mary keep her little secret, inwardly dying to know what she was up to.

Saturday we had a family reunion party scheduled in Mary's honor. Melissa's and Mary's family was not small by any stretch of the imagination, and adding to the throng was my own family, so our three-acre backyard was full of people. The entire day was filled with screams of laugher from kids in the pool accompanied the laughter and chatting of adults as we socialized. Our two families had become quite close, and even my parents came to visit for the day, although both were getting up there in years of age where travel was a burden, as they had known Mary for years not only from my marriage with Melissa but from when Mary and I dated in the past.

It was an enjoyable day, although I was dreading cleaning up in the evening. 

'I'm going to have to do it all over again next week,' I thought to myself, thankful for the additional expense I had paid the catering company to return in the morning after the party to clean up, allowing us all to sleep in.

Next week was Halloween, mine and Melissa's favorite of all the holidays, and we always held a blow-out costume party. The party was considered 'adults only,' as it sometimes got wild, and each year seemed to push the envelope of decency. 

It was all clean fun, not a sex party, and although it was not uncommon for a bit of 'hanky-panky' to go on throughout the night, sex was not the main theme, instead it was a chance for the neighborhood to get together, have some fun, and let loose.

Over the years the party had grown to become a rather large event, including not only our immediate neighborhood, but also the surrounding subdivisions. Last year we had over 200 people attend, and this year promised to hit that number and more as I was once again thankful for our large yard.

Our first party had occurred several years ago—the infamous 'Night of Twins' as I dubbed it, when Melissa and Mary had dressed identically. Since then we had been hosting a costume party each year, the venue getting bigger and bigger.

Instead of charging admission, people donated money at the door for prizes awarded at the end of the night for a variety of costume contests: Funniest, Scariest, Sexiest, Best Male, Best Female, and Best Overall—as well as my two favorites, Most Believable and Least Recognizable costumes. At the end of the night the votes for each category were tallied and the winners split the money evenly—after the costs of the party were removed.

The party paid for itself in full, as everybody chipped into the pot generously, and we had been surprised at how charitable people were. Several of our neighbors told us they were happy to put in the money while we did the work, making the event an investment well worth donating.

The Most Believable costume contest involved not only dressing up, but acting the role you were dressed as. Doctors offered medical advice and physicals; lawyers gave various legal counsel; pirates talked the part, attempting to steal people's 'booty' and so forth. 

Last year the Sexiest and Most Believable awards were both won by June Sinclair, a cute single redhead living a few blocks up the road. She had dressed as a prostitute charging every male—and a few females—to get 'friendly' with her. To my surprise and delight, Melissa had handed me five one-hundred dollar bills as a present, telling me to have my way with redheaded whore, but I had settled on just some heavy petting for fifty dollars, putting the rest of the money in the pot towards the prizes. 

Surprisingly, June had even donated her own 'earnings' in the pot and by the end of the night I estimated she had herself donated over $5000.00 to the prize fund, literally doubling the pot! 

It was not surprising the young woman had 'earned' so much, as she had recently gotten out of a bad relationship and wanted to 'sow her oats,' and as attractive as she was, there was no shortage of men wanting to help her out in her goal. She had even taken on three men at once, the moans of her and her 'Johns' audible even over the noise of the party as their business transaction was completed in the secluded section of the yard by the forest.

When Melissa told me this year June was coming as a nun and her new boyfriend a priest, I had laughed openly at the irony.

The Least Recognizable costume was for those with masks or full body costumes hiding their identity. Throughout the night everybody would attempt to figure out who was who—the person with the least amount of people correctly identifying them being declared the winner. Typically somebody in a full gorilla suit or similar costume won the contest, barely talking the whole evening to remain unknown. To me it was too much of a sacrifice, as every person who had won said being quiet the whole night in order to remain anonymous meant they could not enjoy the party, though there were always several people trying for the award.

The contests had become extremely competitive, many people planning months, even a year in advance for their costumes. It had actually become taboo to ask somebody what they were dressing up as, people not wanting to ruin the contests, and the whole neighborhood got caught up in the festivities. Not only were the donations to the pot generous, but many brought snacks, hors d'oeuvres, and even decorations to help.

Regardless of how wild and crazy the party became, the 'Rule of Las Vegas' was in full effect—what went on at the party, stayed there. Although it was not a sex party, as I mentioned it was not uncommon for little trysts to occur, and everybody who attended the party came with the full knowledge of what could take place. Even so, we occasionally saw a marital spat over one of the spouses straying when caught up in the heat and ambiance of the party—so we always stated it was an adult-oriented party and suggesting couples come with full disclosure on what was permitted between them beforehand.

Melissa and I had our own little game as well, making bets with each other on which guest was going to pair up with another by the end of the evening, the looser being the other's personal slave the following week. Sadly to say, I had only won once, as Melissa could pick out the various trysts about to occur in the blink of an eye.

This year Melissa and I decided to go as a pair of vampires from the Underworld movies. I was going to be a Victorian era noble vampire, while she was going as a Death Dealer, complete with tight leather outfit, trench coat, and weapons. 

I was looking forward to see everybody's reaction to her tight outfit, which when she had tried it on had seemed painted to her body. It was so tight and form fitting, we both agreed she could not wear anything underneath, as the thin leather was so tight against her body her panty and bra lines were too visible. As such, I had a feeling she would win the Sexiest costume easily, even if she was fully covered! 

I took a small amount of pride on it possibly being the third time Melissa won that category.

The first time she had won was when she and Mary had dressed as twins, winning it together. As twins, the two sisters had swept the contests, winning Best Female, Best Overall, Most Believable, Sexiest, and Least Recognizable. The last was affirmation to me the 'innocent' twin had not always been Melissa, most people assuming he married sister and hostess of the party would not have been as brazen and slutty as the other twin had been.

The second time Melissa had won Sexiest Costume as well as Most Believable, dressed as a stripper. To go with her role, we had installed several dancing poles around the yard that year, and completely acting the part, men lined up in droves around each one as Melissa moved through the party, paying her to perform. 

She spent most of the night doing table and lap dances, as well performing on the stripper's poles—having taken several months of pole dancing classes in preparation for the role. 




All Hallow's Eve



Between the money from prizes and 'tips' for her dances, she had earned enough to pay for the entire party that year!

Yes, I was looking forward to Halloween. Although we spent a lot of time getting the yard and house cleaned up, we had learned to have the entire party catered, giving us the freedom to enjoy it without playing host and hostess all evening. In addition, this year I splurged for the catering company to come back the next day and clean up the house and yard, allowing us to sleep in.

Our only regret this year was Mary leaving a week before the party. She had attended almost every party but the last few years due to work, and she enjoyed them as much as we did. However, we could not blame her, knowing her schedule was so tight we were lucky to have her here for this one week, so took what we could get out of her company.

The reunion went late into the evening, finally quieting down as those with children went home early and the pool emptied, the older adults sitting around bullshitting with each other in quiet little groups. 

I became involved in a poker game with my father, step-father, and several of Melissa and Mary's uncles, enjoying the male camaraderie as if we were college buddies, while all the women sat around the pool catching up on all the goings on over the years.

All in all, life was good.

*********************

The next day we cleaned up from the reunion party. Mary helped, even though we told her the party was in her honor and she did not need to do anything the last day of her visit.

Telling us that was nonsense, she joined in and by lunchtime the yard and house were once again immaculate.

The remaining day was quiet compared to the last week and particularly the night before. Melissa and I were subdued, knowing Mary would be leaving in the morning. 

It had been a good visit, but the week had gone by way too fast and I knew Melissa had not had nearly enough one-on-one time with her sister, and Mary seemed to share her attitude.

I felt sorry for the younger woman, imagining how Mary felt having come off a movie set to a whirlwind of family visits, then having to head back to the next movie set. She was probably stretched as thin as Saran Wrap at this point, and I once again regretted she was unable to attend the Halloween party and let loose some pent up stress.

"Bet you're glad to get back into your grind," I told her as the three of us sat around the pool over lunch.

The day was cool, a cold front having moved in overnight with the forecast being cool all week. 'Perfect weather for a Halloween party,' I thought to myself.

Melissa sighed. She was obviously depressed at her sister leaving, the cloudy sky exasperating her mood which spread around the table. 

"I'm just sorry you're going to miss another Halloween party," my wife said remorsefully.

Nobody said anything for a few minutes until Melissa and I jerked up in surprise as Mary said loudly, "OK, enough!" We looked at her after her loud retort as she said, "None of this sad crap, you two need to cheer up," she told us adamantly.

Speaking for both me and Melissa, I looked at her and said, "We just feel like we haven't had enough time to visit. It's been way too long and you know we missed you. At least promise us you'll be back soon," I said to her as Melissa nodded agreement.

Mary smiled. "Yeah, you know how much fun I have at your parties," she stated. 

Both Melissa and I smiled wistfully in turn, knowing it to be the truth. Seeing the girls glance and grin at each other, I had a feeling all our minds were on that first party, them dressed as twins.

Mary's grin became even broader as she looked at us, beaming like a Cheshire Cat and Melissa and I suddenly knew she was up to something as we looked at her expectantly.

"OK, it's time for the first of your surprises," she said to us as we looked at her. 

Mary secluding herself in the garage had become a common thing each night, so we had pretty much forgotten about the boxes in the garage and both my wife and my own thoughts turned immediately to them.

Then Mary surprised us by stating, "First, I'm not leaving until next Wednesday!"

"What!" both Melissa and I exclaimed together.

"You think I would miss one of your Halloween parties?" Mary said smugly, grinning from ear to ear.

"Why didn't you tell us before, bitch?" Melissa chided. "And why the secrecy?"

Mary looked somewhat apologetic, although she could not help keeping the grin off her face. 

"I'm sorry sis; I knew this week was going to be family, family, family since it's been so long since I'd been home. I wanted to keep it a secret so everybody would plan to see me THIS week and give me the second week to spend with just the two of you," she said, proud of her ruse. "Let's face it, half our family would procrastinate right before the party if they knew I was going to be here until then, stringing the entire two weeks out with visits," she said, continuing to grin like she had just revealed the goose with the golden egg.

"You little minx!" Melissa laughed, tears welling in her eyes, "I should be pissed at you, but I'm too happy you're staying!" she said getting up and giving her sister a huge hug. "I'm going to take the whole week off to spend with you, and John will too! Hell, we were going to take Thursday and Friday off anyways to get ready for the party!" she told her.

I nodded in agreement, happy with the news.

"See!" Mary said triumphantly. "That's why I insisted you not take time off last week," Mary told Melissa slyly, "so you could do it THIS week! Now you two are mine!" she laughed, also tearing up.

"This is the best surprise ever!" Melissa said. "I do love you sis," she said, giving Mary another hug.

"Well, that's not the entire surprise," Mary said smugly, "it's time you two came with me out to the garage."

Both Melissa and I looked at each other, our eyes lighting up like kids on Christmas morning. Mary knew us both so well, there was little she could plan we would not enjoy, and we had been anticipating this all week. 

Grabbing both our hands, Mary led Melissa and I through the house, each of us so overjoyed at the news of Mary staying another week, our anticipation at learning what was in the garage overshadowed by the thought of her staying another week.

But as we got closer to the garage door, our anticipation suddenly grew.

Making our way to the garage, my gaze could not help but drift down to Mary's ass swaying in front of me—until Melissa's elbow poked me in the side.

"Busted Mister," she laughed while I blushed.

Seeing Mary look at us quizzically, Melissa was about to explain when she instead looked at the garage door, as if it had just suddenly appeared before us and all conversation stopped.

"Now, wait out here while I turn on the lights," Mary said as we groaned, anxious to know what had been put in our garage over the weeks and what Mary had been doing. 

Disappearing briefly, she returned and opened the door, smiling at us. 

"OK, now close your eyes," she said. 

Melissa and I groaned again like pampered children.

"C'mon guys, give a girl her moment of glory," she pleaded.

Both Melissa and I shrugged in surrender, knowing Mary would not let us go further unless we complied, so we closed our eyes as she grabbed each of our arms and guided us through the door.

Once we were both inside her voice came to us, "OK, you can look!" she said proudly.

When I first opened my eyes, I could not comprehend what I was seeing, the garage having undergone a complete transformation. In the center were two large beautician-type chairs beside a huge dressing table covered with mirrors and lights. The dressing tables were loaded with various cosmetics and jars of who-knew-what in them as we looked around quizzically. Near the main garage door were two long massage benches, as well as a rack of clothes and medieval weapons—swords, axes, and so forth. In addition there were several manikins dressed in various pieces of armor.

"What the..." I began as I looked at Mary, who had a huge smile on her face. 

Glancing at Melissa, I knew we were both obviously confused.

"Oh come on guys!" Mary said. "It's going to be HALLOWEEN this weekend," she said, emphasizing the word, "and your adorable sister is a MAKE-UP ARTIST!" she said, once more emphasizing her words. Still smiling as the beginnings of understanding started to appear in our eyes she continued, "My gift to you both is I'm going to make the three of us up as Lord of the Rings characters!"

"What? How? I mean...oh my God!" Melissa cried out, her voice reaching a screech by the last word.

All three of us were longtime Tolkien fans, even before I had met the two girls in high school. We had all read the books so many times, each owning several copies due to wearing them thin over time from reading them so much, and had always lamented our inner desires to see somebody do something worthwhile with the books in terms of a movie.

Peter Jackson's 'The Lord of the Rings' movie was a childhood dream come true. Having been disappointed many years back by the cartoon versions, we were ecstatic at hearing about the upcoming production. Mary getting hired on the set was a dream come true for all of us and confirmation she had finally made it into the big leagues.

For the last several years Mary had called us weekly from New Zealand regaling everything going on while it was in production. She had even gotten us invitations to the premiers of each movie. Although she was only a costume and makeup person, lower on the 'food chain' compared to the directors, producers, and even actors, our seats were up in the balconies; however, it was the best experience in our lives.

As the girls quieted down Mary explained. "It's all in networking sis. I made some good friends with the Weta folks, and they let me borrow some equipment. I even had some of my lab shipped here to do things properly!" she beamed, seeing the huge smiles on both our faces. "You two always wanted to know what it was like to be in full make-up, and now's your chance!" she said enthusiastically.

Melissa and I were astonished beyond words as Mary's statement sunk in. 

We were going to be wearing authentic pieces from the actual movies! 

We were so excited we simultaneously gave Mary a big hug, thanking her over and over.

"Well gee," she said in a mock sad voice as we released her from our embrace, "I was hoping you two would be happy with my gift!"

"You minx!" Melissa yelled, slapping her sister on the ass while I laughed. "We LOVE it!" my wife said. "I just wish you had told us before we had bought our vampire outfits," she laughed.

"Bah," Mary said with bravado. "Next year I promise I'll get you the REAL Underworld outfits!" she beamed. "Being well-known amongst the rich and famous now has its perks," she winked at us as we all laughed.

The next several hours the questions and answers poured out. I was going to go as an Uruk-hai orc warrior, while Melissa and Mary would be elves—Melissa a noblewoman and Mary serving as her personal bodyguard. She stated she had high hopes of us all getting Most Believable, Least Recognizable, and—based on what she called her 'Victoria's Secret Chainmail'—Sexiest costume prizes. 

She also told us if we were interested she could devise some special effects for us to have a mock battle—the fierce orc against two elves—with spurting blood and other tricks! We were so happy we all agreed it would be well worth it.

As I unsheathed one of the elven swords Mary looked over. "The regular weapons we will be wearing most of the time are authentic. The ones we'll use in the fight will be replicas of those, being mock rubber swords so nobody's hurt," Mary explained. "Although these are not the exact swords from the movies, they are molds of the originals—those taken by Peter and Fran as souvenirs."

I pulled a matching sword out of its scabbard and although made of hard rubber, could not believe how real the sword looked even side-by-side with the original. I commented on how light it weighed, and Mary explained it was by design, so actors could carry them around all day without them becoming too much a burden.

"John's costume is going to be the bitch to do," she said looking at me. "I hope you're patient my love, because you're going to be sitting still and laying around for about eight hours as make-up is being layered on you," she warned me.

"Bah, I can take it" I laughed, excited at the prospect.

Again we both thanked Mary profusely. 

"Shit, this is nothing compared to what you two did for me. I can never repay you both for believing in me, even when I didn't in myself" she said nostalgically, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

We both gave her another hug, the three of us standing there for quite some time as we held each other, tears in all our eyes as we cherished the moment, being with the ones we truly loved the most.

Later that night as Melissa and I lay in bed we talked excitedly about Mary's surprises. Her staying the extra week was the best surprise we could have ever had and were overjoyed, and the costumes were icing on the cake. 

As sleep eventually took us, we both dreamed of elves, orcs, dragons, and hobbits...

*********************

The next several days were a flurry of activity. Much of the time was spent dealing with the catering company, while the rest of our time was devoted towards getting the yard cleaned—made easier with Mary's additional help. 

We also spent considerable time going over various aspects of our costumes. 

The three of us were like kids in a candy store, as each day brought the Halloween party closer and closer and we all got into the mood for the festivities. It was exciting for the three of us to once again spend the time with each other, and it made the anticipation of the party even more exciting.

*********************

"Why so glum John" Mary asked me over lunch the day before the Halloween party. "Don't you like our wardrobe today?" she asked naughtily. 

Both she and Melissa were wearing what could loosely be described as matching tennis outfits; however, the cropped top and short skirts left little to the imagination. I had already attempted to hide my erection several times that day as we made final preparations for the party, catching glimpses of each of the girls' cleavage from the tight, low-cut tops as well as peeks of their ass cheeks as their skirts seemed to fly up at the most interesting moments as if by magic. 

With the whirlwind of family visits completed, the girls had resumed an age-old game of 'dress to impress John,' something started in high school while the girls had competed for my attention. Without shame they would 'accidentally' brush against me, or bend down when I was looking, dressing as provocatively as school regulations—and modern decency—would allow. But it was a playful competition, as they would even embrace each other sensually, hinting at how 'close' they were as sisters in order to get a literal rise out of me. My part of the game was to act as nonchalant as possible and not let them know how turned on I was. 

Even after being married to my wife all these years, as similar as the two sisters' bodies were, it was difficult not to watch them equally, and it was a game I was always glad to concede as the looser.

"Nah, was just thinking about the costumes and party," I answered.

"What's the matter, having second thoughts?" Mary asked as she leaned forward, resting her breasts upon her arms on the table and pushing her succulent flesh up and out of the low-cut top.

"Oh no, not at all!" I replied hurriedly, my eyes naturally drawn to the display of mammary succulence as she continued pressing me for an explanation. 

As Melissa mimicked Mary's position and my eyes were drawn to her, reveling in the copious amounts of feminine flesh before me I finally focused back on my thoughts.

"It's stupid really," I paused as both women waited for me to gather my thoughts. Mary knew me almost as well as her sister, and did not press the issue until I was ready to spill my guts. Finally I said, "You know how competitive the costumes get," I said to both her and Melissa's nods. "Well...never mind," I said as the girls continued to urge me to spill my guts until I finally relented, pouring out my doubts. "Well, I have no doubt in your abilities sis, we're going to have the best costumes there," I smiled at Mary, "I guess I was just, well..." 

I suddenly blushed, giving my wife a longing look as I saw understanding immediately come to her as I stared longingly at her breasts.

"Oh my God! John!" Melissa exclaimed, laughing at my abrupt embarrassment.

Mary looked questioningly at Melissa, "What? What's going on?" she asked, obviously not knowing me as well as my wife of almost ten years did.

"My perverted husband was looking forward to me being on display again this year!" Melissa smirked, Mary joining in on the laughter as I fidgeted sheepishly. "He was looking forward to seeing me on parade around in my skin-tight leather outfit, which left nothing to the imagination," she winked at her younger sister who laughed.

"John, John, John. My perverted little love slave," Mary chided. "Do you really think as blatant of exhibitionists Mel and I are that I don't already have something planned?" she asked winking at me as she slowly pressed her arms together, squeezing breasts even further out of her top. "Hell, look at us today for just casual wear, do you think we're going to be dressed as spinsters at the party?" she laughed heartily, causing her exposed mammary tissue to jiggle like a Jell-O mold.

Furrowing my brow, I expressed my skepticism. "Look, I know the elves looked fantastic in the movies, but there was nothing overtly sexual about them. Hell, both Liv Tyler and Cate Blanchett were the most beautiful elves in the film, but 'sexy' never came to mind when I watched. Instead it was a cold, noble beauty," I told her.

"Trust me," Mary said with a knowing smile, "just because we're going as a noblewoman and warrior, elves are extremely sexual. There's a reason not all the outfits came directly from Weta," she said slyly with a smirk and causing me to look up from her chest to her face. "Remember the movie 'Red Sonja?' Did Brigitte Nielsen look like a spinster?" she winked at me. "Trust me my little perverted brother, I'm planning on both Mel and I winning the Sexiest contest this year by a landslide," she grinned evilly.

"I'll believe it when I see it," I said, happy they weren't making fun of my petty—and perverted—complaints as my curiosity wondered what she had planned.

Mary winked again, as if reading my thoughts. "I have high hopes on the three of us sweeping every single contest this year short of the funniest category!" she beamed proudly. "So you can put all your worries and perversions at ease," she smiled.

Later that evening, all teasing was put aside as Mary took on her full business persona. 

"I love you both, but tomorrow when we're getting all this together I need you two to LISTEN to what I tell you to do," she said in a dry, nothing-but-business tone. "This is not going to be as glamorous as you think, and it's going to take all day for us to get things done," she explained as she turned to look at me.

"John, you're going to be the biggest project, because you will have the most work. I need you in the garage no later than six a.m." she smiled as I groaned. "Believe me, that's pushing it to have you ready by the time of the party. Besides, I'm going to be the one having to be up the whole time," she laughed. "I guarantee you'll be so bored you'll be dozing off before you know it while I work on you."

Turning to her older sister she said, "Melissa's and my makeup is easier, but that still means Mel needs to be down here around nine so I can get things going. And you're both going to have to help me with my stuff as well, so I'll have to teach you some of the ropes," she explained, reaching for a small case from the mini-refrigerator she had set up.




All Hallow's Eve



Opening the case, she told us, "Our ears are going to be one of the last things we put on," she explained as she showed us the contents of the box, actual elven ears! "They are in molds and made of cellulose, and they are quite fragile before they set. Also unfortunately they disintegrate over time and with body heat, but thankfully it will be a cool night, so they should last the entire party. I have several spares just in case," she said, putting the small case back in the refrigerator with other matching boxes. "Once they set they're extremely durable, so we won't have to worry about them falling off, but depending on how physical we get," she grinned mischievously, "we'll just see."

"As you know, this is all about layers," she said, Melissa and I both chuckling at the thick Shrek accent as Mary smiled. This was going to be fun for all of us, including Mary, even if it was her job. "I'll be working on all of us throughout the day, but there's going to be a lot of sitting around waiting for things to dry and set and whatnot. Most of Melissa's special fittings are already done," she explained. "Since we're body doubles I did a lot of her stuff before coming here. Sadly my one and only John doll was here," she grinned, "so I'm going to have to build some of the prosthetics first thing in the morning so they'll be ready later," she explained.

"Oh, and I know Melissa's fine, but John, I don't recall if you have any reactions to latex or make-up, do you?" she asked, her mind obviously moving a hundred miles a second as she went through a list of things in her head.

"Well, the last time I wore a condom with my mascara I didn't have any issues," I joked.

Grinning as she slapped my arm, she continued, "Good, because you're going to be carrying around about five pounds of cosmetics on your face alone by the time we're done," she grinned. "Even though I'm sure you'll both be fine, I need you both to take this and smear it on the back of your knee tonight before you go to bed," she said, handing us a jar of ointment. "It's the main foundation I'll be putting all over our bodies and I want to make sure there aren't going to be any rashes or bad reactions developing. Even if you aren't allergic to make-up there are some other things mixed in with this that are not normal for commercial make-up, so I can't be completely sure unless we test it overnight."

Reaching behind her, she tossed me a cellophane-wrapped package. 

"Here," she explained as I caught the package, finding them to be a set of Hanes underwear. "I took the liberty of buying you some briefs," she said, "since your usual loose boxers are not going to cut it," she explained. "I had Mel confirm your size, since my memory probably has exaggerated things after all this time," she said with a grin as I glared at Melissa, who simply shrugged.

"Damn sisters," I muttered as they both tilted their heads and made 'aw' noises.

Mary looked at me and said, "That's the only piece of clothing you're going to be wearing for most of tomorrow until we start to put on your armor." Then she gave me another smile as she told me, "And then you'll lose even those," she winked, explaining, "They're close enough to your skin so as not to interfere with anything we'll be doing initially, and they have a convenient fly so you won't have to dislodge anything when you take a leak," she said, "and I thought it best to have you covered so I wasn't completely distracted from the job at hand," he grinned wickedly at me as we all laughed.

"Mel," she looked back at her sister, "although John's modesty will be appeased you and I are going to be nude for most of the process. There's just too much we have to do and even the briefest of underwear will prevent some of the make-up to be applied evenly and sufficiently," she said.

"See!" Melissa said to me with a nudge to my shoulder. "You get you're perverted wish, we're going naked!" she beamed as her and Mary laughed.

I had to admit the idea of standing around all day with make-up was suddenly having its appeal, as I refocused upon what Mary was saying.

"The reason I chose Mel as the noblewoman is because her outfit is silver and white and contrasts well with her light hair and skin. Cate was the perfect elven queen—I remember how much of a bitch people said it was getting Liv Tyler's skin to be light enough to pass as an elf while hiding her freckles!" she said with a smile as she continued going over her mental checklist.

"The warrior outfit I will be wearing is black studded leather and chainmail, so it will go better with my complexion. At first I was worried I was going to have to bleach my skin," she told us, "as most of the movies' armors are silver. But one of the Weta guys I hooked up with actually made me my own," she explained with a sly grin, leaving no doubt to either of us on him being able to get a complete and accurate assessment of her body.

"That's about it," she finally told us. "I think we need to get to bed since John and I are going to be up particularly early to get ready," she said as we once again gave Mary a hug, both of us overjoyed at her gracious present, each eager to act our parts for the party!

*********************

I entered the garage at 5:00 a.m. carrying two huge steaming cups of coffee, wearing nothing but the grey briefs Mary had given me the night before. Mary was already up and busy in the garage wearing one of Melissa's woolen robes, her hair tied up in a tight bun. 

Like her sister, even dressed 'down' she looked stunning.

"Why can't you greet me every morning dressed like that!" she kidded, giving my body a good look and smiling. 

Seeing the cups of coffee, she gratefully accepted one as she glanced at the clock.

"Too excited to sleep, eh?" she asked, taking a sip of coffee and moaning in pleasure.

I grinned at her, telling her even Melissa was already up, both of us having tossed and turned in bed all night, being so excited as she laughed. 

"The glamour is going to wear off by the second hour you're sitting still while I dab crap on you and you wait for it to dry, so you two should be able to get some cat naps in throughout the day," she laughed. Rubbing her hands together, she told me excitedly, "Let's get started!"

First Mary examined the back of my knee where I had applied the cream she had given us last night, stating everything looked great as she directed me into one of the beautician chairs.

Mary was wrong about one thing—it took less than an hour before I started dozing off. 

Initially she had me wear a rubber 'bald cap' as she applied a similar cream to what she had given me the night before all over my face, explaining the process to me. 

"As I mentioned last night, the cream is a foundation which everything else will be layered upon. It gives your skin a dark blemished look and also contains an antiperspirant so you don't sweat and ruin the rest of the makeup," she explained. "It also allows the other prosthetics I'll be applying—like scars and such—to stick and not fall off, providing an intermediate layer and barrier to your skin's natural oils. Melissa and I will have a similar foundation only lighter in color—yours is obviously dark brownish black," she told me, "with a slight green tint to make your orcish colors stand out and look more natural. The creams I created for Mel and myself have a bit of elven magic added to ours—the cream contains body glitter and a phosphorous powder which will cause our bodies to actually glow in the dark!" she said happily.

Once my face and neck were covered with the cream she had me lay on the massage table, applying the cream to the rest of my body. 

I should have been thrilled at a hot girl rubbing her hands all over me almost like a massage; however, it was all business and actually a boring process. Even so, I was embarrassed when she had me turn over and I felt myself getting an erection as her hands spread the cream up and down my legs.

Noticing my obvious physical discomfort and embarrassment, Mary smiled. "John, there's not one male actor I know who doesn't respond when a girl is doing something like this, although I do appreciate the compliment," she grinned mischievously. "And if we weren't in such a rush, I'd offer to help you out there," she laughed, giving my semi-hard dick a gentle pat.

"Promises, promises," I sighed as she laughed and continued applying the cream to my chest and arms.

The day continued tediously as Mary worked her magic. She would apply a layer, and then I would have to lay or sit still while it dried, nodding off. Then she would wake me up and apply another layer, over and over. 

By the time she said I had most of the 'basics' done, I felt like I was wearing a coating of lead not only on my face, but entire body. I looked at my arms and legs, the base coating of mixed dark greenish-grey skin littered with fake scars, disfigurations, and all sorts of varying thickness and layers of make-up covering me. 

And this was before the additional weight all the armor, I thought, developing a new respect for actors who had to wear this crap continuously.

Mary explained the last part of the make-up portion was the most uncomfortable—my remaining face, nose, and teeth prosthetics. The teeth were dentures held in by a commercial adhesive allowing me to eat—albeit a bit more difficult than usual—without removing them.

Having her dig into my mouth as she fitted the prosthetics made me grunt uncomfortably several times as I told her sarcastically I could not wait for the 'fun' part, to which she laughed as she then applied several other uncomfortable prosthetics and jewelry pieces to my lips and nose, ultimately plugging my nose completely and only able to breathe through my mouth.

"You'll get used to them after a while," Mary told me as I grunted, the unfamiliar distortions to my face being uncomfortable to say the least. 

Once she had completed, my voice was completely unrecognizable, not only from the dentures, but by my nose being plugged and the distortion of my lips and mouth from the additional prosthetics, jewelry, and makeup she had applied to me. 

Looking in the mirror I was now seeing the beginnings of an orc, no longer worried about anybody guessing who I was at the party!

By this time Melissa had arrived, commenting, "That has to be the ugliest son-of-a-bitch I have ever laid eyes on," she laughed, looking at my reflection in the mirror covered in what amounted to a shit-load of make-up goo. 

She too was dressed in a simple woolen robe with her hair pinned up in a bun similar to Mary's, and I once again could not believe how similar the two sisters were.

At that point Mary had me stand up and instructed Mel to cut off my boxers, explaining how to apply the layers of make-up to my pelvic area.

"I would love to do it myself," she said with a wicked grin, "but you are his wife. It will hopefully not be too weird for you to cover his 'delicates' with paint," she smiled. "Besides, while you're doing that I can get our shit ready," she said, leaving me and Mel alone at the table.

I made a guttural grunt, again surprised at the distortion of my voice as I told them an orc warrior should have a say in who smeared what across my 'delicates' as both women laughed.

Once Mel had completed with the layering effect—the application more business-like than sensual to my disappointment—Mary sprayed several cans of hair spray on my entire body, explaining it was the best protectant in the business, preventing water or anything else to damage or remove the make-up, also preventing it from splitting or cracking and thereby ruining the costumes.

It was an odd feeling being completely naked, but practically unrecognizable next to my sister, but Mary was all business—even when grasped ahold of my dick and lifted it up to sprayed my cock and balls with her hairspray she was a complete professional.

I on the other hand could not help feeling my cock harden in her grasp—even as odd the circumstances, having my hot sister hold my dick in her hand was not something one could not react towards!

And then to my shock she leaned forward, giving the head of my dick a kiss! I stood there in shock as she stood up and smiled, saying something along the lines of "Later;" however, I was too flabbergasted to say anything.

My attention was drawn to Melissa, who was laughing hysterically. "That was not nice sister, you have our great orc warrior speechless," she chuckled with Mary, as the girls turned and Mel helped her sister get out the equipment for their own wardrobe.

What the fuck was going on, I wondered?

I looked down and saw my now blackened cock still semi-hard, remembering Mary's hand grasping it and trying to recall the sensation of her kissing me, but it had happened so fast and so sudden, even though I KNEW it happened, I could not remember what it had felt like.

Meanwhile both girls acted like nothing had happened.

Once Mary deemed everything to be sufficiently dry, both girls helped me strap on my armor and weapons in order for Mary to get the right sizing and placement of everything before she applied all the final touch-ups. Recalling how light the pieces had been previously, I could not believe how heavy they had now become once all the make-up and everything else was on me—Mary had not been kidding earlier, as I estimated to be wearing about 40 extra pounds of armor and make-up. I was unable to imagine what it would have been like had the armor and weapons been real!

The measurements completed, they stripped me back down until I was in nothing but a loincloth—which Mary said was for my own decency—as she adjusted the armors and reapplied make-up where it had smudged from the armor measurements.

Then it was time to work on Melissa while everything completely set upon me, Mary turning on several fans and pointing them to me, instructing me to stand in front of them to speed up the drying process.

"You need to dry completely," she explained. "Your outfit is pretty thick and everything needs to bond to your skin so you don't have pieces falling off during the party," she laughed.

The cool air felt refreshing upon my skin, as even in only a crude loincloth the garage seemed uncomfortably warm. I asked if she could turn up the window-unit air conditioner and even though Melissa complained about the cold, Mary complied, turning it up to high as she explained to Melissa how hot all the make-up on my body was. 

"Although the make-up is porous, much of his skin is covered with crap, so unfortunately John's going to be warm all night, so it's understandable. The good thing is the air conditioner will dehumidify the air, so the make-up on all of us should dry faster. It will be better once you outside in the cool evening air," she told me.

I glanced at the clock, knowing the caterers would soon be arriving to set up in the yard and house, having dropped off a key to the house to them earlier. I had told them we would be in the garage working on our costumes in case they needed to get in contact with us, but we had used these caterers for several years, so they were familiar with the layout. I did not expect them to bother us; however, I grinned as I imagined the reaction they would have if I answered the door looking as I did now. 

Seeing the direction of my gaze towards the clock, I heard Mary say, "Shit, we need to hurry! We still have a lot to do!"

Mary had Melissa take off her robe and lay on the other massage table, giving me a nice view of my wife's naked lean body and crotch as I wolf-whistled—not easy to do wearing orc-teeth dentures. 

Mary raised her voice for my benefit, explaining over the noise of the fans, "I brought two tables because I knew John's make-up would be all over the other," she said, moving the one I had been using out of the way. "Since our make-up is light flesh tones, any contamination from his would take hours to fix, if not ruin it completely. That's why I had two chairs and tables delivered," she told us both, "since I doing this by myself would leave no time for cleaning. On movie sets we typically do things like this in completely different trailers or tents, as while the cosmetics are fresh, even the slightest touch from a different color can ruin another; however, once everything is dry and set, the mean orc warrior could have his way with us and nothing will smear," she grinned at both of us.

While Melissa laid on the bench, Mary repeated the explanation she had given me earlier on how the first thing was getting their skin prepped and so forth.

"Although it was boring to him, I have a feeling John have a renewed interest in this phase," Mary laughed as she described to Melissa what they would be doing. "Since our clothes are going to be pretty revealing, we have to apply the foundation to our entire bodies. There's probably no part of our bodies that might not be seen," she said.

The girls both laughed as I muttered "Oh, goodie, goodie!" to her comment as Mary continued describing to Mary the process.

"We'll do each other at the same time to speed things up," she told her sister. Then, looking back at me she instructed, "John, you're going to need to stay there so you don't get any of this stuff on you!" she warned me. "The dark-skinned orc doesn't need to have a glowy patch of white skin on him," she laughed.

Handing a jar to Melissa, she told her, "We need to smear this everywhere we can," she told her sister. "And I mean everywhere!" she grinned. "It will dry and finish pretty quickly, so although we don't have to rush, we do have to keep it evenly applied," I heard her instruct to my wife.

Mary started rubbing the cream on my wife as I watched, a wave of arousal flushing through me seeing two beautiful women being so intimate. Although I tried to remain abstract—part of me wanting to watch Mary work her profession—I could not help the more primitive attraction towards both women as her hands moved across Melissa's naked body, running up the backs of her legs, kneading her ass, and then smearing the material across her back.

"John's loving this," I heard Melissa tell Mary, loud enough for me to hear, as Mary rubbed more cream into Melissa's ass and ultimately between her legs.

"Maybe we should start making out and give him a real show!" Mary said, her voice also raised to carry over to me, their laughter even louder when I asked if they would.

"OK, while yours dries, it's my turn," Mary said, helping my wife stand.

Although Melissa's body was only half-covered by the light make-up, from the rear she looked like a completely different person. It was amazing the transformation of just a simple application of color change could do to a person.

"Just apply the cream evenly like I did for you," Mary instructed, handing my wife the large tub of 'elven foundation.'

I saw Mary whisper something to Melissa who simply replied, "Go for it," with a grin, looking over at me.

Wondering what they were up to I could not believe my eyes when Mary's robe dropped to the ground, leaving her standing only a few feet away, naked as my wife!

I stared happily as my mind registered how similar the two sisters were—if it were not for their hair and facial features, they could have been body doubles. 

Then I noticed a few other more intimate features, such as Mary being completely shaven while Melissa had a small blonde landing strip between her legs.

As I stared I heard Melissa giggle. "You've left him speechless," she said as I turned my attention back and forth between Mary's naked body and my wife's.

"I had brought a screen partition to cover us," Mary said naughtily, "but this is more fun, don't you think John?" she said, spinning around to give me a complete view of her exquisitely naked body.

Although I had seen Mary naked before, it had been in high school. There was something exciting and intoxicating staring at your beautiful sister naked while she stood next to your similarly naked wife.




All Hallow's Eve



I agreed with Mary's assessment on this being the part I enjoyed the most as I spent the next half hour watching my beautiful wife and her equally beautiful sister massaging each other, smearing the make-up over their entire bodies, becoming uncomfortably aware of my hardening cock.

I loudly mumbled about girls who tease ultimately get what's coming to them, my voice almost incoherent as I talked through the dentures and other make-up deforming my mouth, but it was obvious both girls heard me as they laughed. 

It was obvious they were enjoying teasing me as much as I was watching them, as they both took turns looking at me slyly while rubbing the cream across each other's bodies.

My mind once again returned to the night they were twins, to this day uncertain which one I had made love with.

Seeing my eyes transfixed on Mary's body, Melissa commented loudly, "I think our orc warrior is starting to get thoughts of ravaging his elven adversaries," she giggled.

Mary continued the teasing, saying in a seductive voice, "Well, you know we're powerless before such brute strength. And orcs are related to elves," she said, drawing upon our Tolkien knowledge. "Heck, I bet orcs cause elven women to orgasm immediately as part of some sick, twisted procreation joke," she laughed. "If he plays to character, our orc will probably end up ravishing us both before the night is over," she chuckled, "filling us both with his potent seed," she said wickedly.

I continued to remain transfixed, staring as my naked wife and her equally naked sister smeared light cream over their bodies, their hands kneading each other's flesh to work it into their skin and pores, while my thoughts were fueled by their teasing, my mind wandering towards obvious sexual thoughts. 

The image of an orc warrior ravishing two beautiful elven maids filled my mind as I felt my erection grow beneath the loincloth I was wearing, until it was obvious to anybody who looked at my current state. 

Melissa slowly kneaded Mary's ass, working her way down her thighs, calves, and feet; then she reversed her direction, moving up the insides of her sister's legs, back, and neck, her hands missing no inch of skin on her sister's body as I could only stare hungrily.

Once Mary's back half was done she stood up, saying it was Melissa's turn again, and to lay on her back upon the table. 

I again attempted to push the sexual thoughts out of my head as Mary worked the cream between Melissa's legs, then up her stomach, kneading her breasts enticingly as she worked the cream foundation completely in to my wife's skin.

In a weak attempt to divert my sexual thoughts, I asked more about what was in the cream being smeared all over each other. Although Mary had said it was like mine, it dried much quicker and seemed thinner than the cream Mary had smeared upon my skin.

Mary explained the cream was similar to what I first had on, it also containing an antiperspirant as well as compounds which would react with the next layer, forming a more semi-permanent texture. "Melissa's clothes in particular are going to be pretty thin and fragile," she explained, "so the foundation actually protects the remaining make-up which will be applied on top of it. It is basic science as the chemicals of each mixture bind together. Each by themselves can be washed off easily, but once together, they will remain for hours without sweat or water washing off. Once dry, we'll be able to dance or do more rigorous activities without worrying about any of it rubbing off," she giggled.

Melissa laughed, looking at me from across the table as she said, "Hear that John?" she asked as Mary worked the cream vigorously into her breasts, the flesh bulging between her fingers like dough. "The orc warrior can rape the elven women without worrying about getting their make-up messed up!" 

All of us laughed as Mary finished applying the foundation to Melissa, then switched places. The girls continued this rotation several times with different creams, each layer serving some function to prevent their body's oils and sweat from marring the final result.

After both were completely covered, their skin glistening seductively as they stood together nude, Mary positioned hair dryers on stands to blow on them in order to speed up the drying process.

As the two girls stood in front of the blow dryers, she told us the cream served another purpose, asking me to go and turn off the lights, pointing to the fuse box. 

Following her direction I flipped the breakers for the garage to kill all the lights, sending the room into expected darkness—until I turned saw Melissa and Mary.

"Oh my God!" I heard Melissa gasp as I looked at the two women, surprised at the soft glow emanating from both my wife's and sister's naked bodies!

The two women literally glowed in the dark, their skin not waxy or wane, but with a simmering effect as if they were actually imbued with magic!

"There's a phosphors compound mixed in to make us glow in the dark," Mary explained with obvious satisfaction at our amazement. "There is also body glitter mixed into the creams which reflects the phosphors and makes our skin actually sparkle. Whether we're in the dark or light our skin will have an unnatural, magical glow," Mary said excitedly. 

Turning the lights back on, Mary checked the make-up on me, dabbing a soft sponge on various parts of my body to see if I was dry enough and telling me I was done with the fans, but warning me to avoid getting too close to either of them until they were completely done. 

"You may be dry, but we've got a few more layers to put on," she explained.

Earlier she had been afraid of my make-up contaminating theirs, now she was worried about theirs contaminating mine, recalling her comment about usually performing such different characters in different trailers. I never imagined make-up artistry being so fragile, once again proud of her accomplishments in the movie industry.

Although I had two naked, beautiful women before me, other than when they had been lying on the massage table taking turns rubbing layers of foundation into their skin, the rest of the day was actually asexual. Instead, my interest in Mary's job and profession got the better of me. That is not to say I did not look longingly at both women's bodies, but sex was a distant thought as I watched Mary worked her magic, rotating her attention between herself and Melissa, once in a while working on some additional aspects of my body.

Next they worked on their hair, braiding it with a fine metallic gold and silver thread. The procedure would have been boring had not both women still been totally nude and literally glowing in front of me, my eyes riveted to each other's breasts and ass—their skin sparking in the light—as I marveled once again at their likeness.

The most interesting moment came when the girls applied breast make-up to each other. As a man I never thought about putting make-up on one's breast, although it stood to reason in films where women went topless. 

As I commented on how long it was taking for them to work on such a small part of their bodies, Mary laughed.

"Knowing men," she explained, "one of the main areas of scrutiny are going to be our breasts, so I want them to be glorious," she grinned. "Granted most will only care about actually being able to SEE a pair of tits, but I am nothing if not a perfectionist, and these outfits were designed to be seductive and realistic, so if there's a chance somebody may see a nip, I want to make sure it's not dull or detracts from the entire effect. One of the compliments I received from many directors is appreciating my level of detail. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times they suddenly decide to film a scene not originally planned and have to wait for make-up changes—so I plan ahead," she told us. "Besides, elves have to be perfect!" she said, winking at me.

From a technical standpoint I could not believe the amount of make-up going into making their breasts 'glorious,' stating they were already perfect.

"Just wait and see," Mary explained, "and try not to drool on us too much" she added grinning. 

It took almost an hour as she applied various amounts of rouge, highlighter, and other various cosmetics on Melissa's breasts, and in the end, I had to admit they were impressive changes as both of the girls laughed at my scrutiny of my wife's breasts.

Melissa's nipples were rock hard, stating it was an unusual experience having a make-up brush stroked over her nipples repeatedly, in combination with the cold room.

"The fact I have a horny black male orc ogling at my bare breasts is probably also a contributing factor," she added.

Mary laughed. "Back in the day make-up artists routinely kept the air conditioning up for just that reason, so we could get to every stretch of skin possible. That's why I didn't argue when John asked for the air conditioning to be cranked up, I knew I would have to do it eventually," she chuckled. "But nowadays we have science on our side—there is actually a chemical compound in the make-up which will keep our nipples erect. I will warn you though Mel, it also makes them extremely sensitive, so your clothes may become a bit uncomfortable," she laughed.

Next it was Mary's turn as Melissa began applying the various cosmetics to her breasts at Mary's direction. Both women found it amusing when I unconsciously repositioned myself. Laughing, I told them I wanted to get a closer view 'in the name of science,' as the girls snickered, although I did apologized for my crudeness, glancing at Melissa forgivingly. 

My wife simply smiled, saying, "She is my sister after all. If there's anybody's tits I would not be upset about you staring at it's her!" she said.

Mary joined in on the teasing saying, "John, you were such a good subject, there's no reason you shouldn't get a free show," she giggled, giving her breasts a playful squeeze.

It was like a train wreck, only much more luscious as both women purposely kneaded their breasts in front of me, my eyes unable to look at anything else but their chests.

"Besides" Melissa chimed in as both girls obviously enjoying my discomfort, "who knows what may happen tonight," she said winking at me, the look of shock on my face causing both girls to once again laugh uncontrollably.

This was now the second or third time my wife had made a comment about the possibility of Mary joining us, and I wondered if one of my fantasies would be coming true tonight.

By the time they were both done, I could not deny that both women's breasts were 'glorious,' as they continued to tease me about my intense scrutiny of their bodies.

"Sis, you are adorable!" Melissa cooed back, both of them grinning from ear to ear as I simply stared at their beautiful ethereal transformations.

Although their bodies were not as altered as mine, being covered with scars, dentures, and prosthetics to completely alter my face and body, the girls' changes were no less intense. Their skin was now a glowing pale, glistening with the combined effects of glitter and phosphors creating an ethereal look, and I was amazed at how simple make-up highlighted transformed them into something completely different.

Looking at the two naked women standing before me, it was impossible to think of them as anything remotely human, their bodies having undergone a complete metamorphosis. Each application of the make-up had made subtle changes, and it was subtlety upon subtlety on top of each other ultimately causing a dramatic change. Neither of them resembled the women I knew, instead obtaining an unearthly beauty, and I understood Mary's conviction they would be competing with me for the Least Recognizable award.

Mary then announced it was time for them to get dressed, laughing when she saw my obvious disappointment. 

Then she grinned as she laid out their outfits—or lack thereof—and I instantly knew Mary was correct, there was nothing demure about their attire! 

I watched as Mary handed Melissa a small clump of chain in her hand as she giggled, "OK sis, here's your underwear!" 

Helping Melissa separate the extremely small pile of metal, Mary said, "This is the part I spent the most time on and am particularly proud of," she stated. "John's costume is pretty routine. Although much of the orc army was CGI, there were still a few hundred orcs we had to create. I have to admit I pretty much zoned out most of the time as I got him ready, more on autopilot. But that's not the case for us," she said to Melissa and myself. "Although our characters may be remotely based upon the films, I stole a lot of other ideas form other moves. The clothes in particularly are not what you would expect to see worn by the elves in the films," she smirked. 

Continuing to explain, Mary told us some of her ideas were from the very first costume designs for elves, them being more sensual beings based upon Tolkien's descriptions. As such, the early costume designs were very risqué, and Peter Jackson decided in order for the movies to maintain the proper ratings, elves needed to be fully clothed. 

The outfits Mary had shipped were these early designs, which were more in line with 'Conan the Barbarian' or even 'World of Porncraft' attire than Middle-earth elves from the movies.

Melissa's 'undergarment' consisted of a delicate chained G-string, composed of a small glittery metal mesh triangle barely covering her pubic area and connected around her hips by a thin silver chain. A small piece of rhinestone studded chain went between her legs, which Mary enthusiastically tucked between her sister's ass cheeks. 

"I don't think I could picture Cate Blanchett in a chain thong," Melissa giggled as her sister adjusted the metal panties, conforming them to my wife's pelvis like a second skin.

Knowing how diaphanous the dress my wife would be wearing, I felt my pulse increase knowing everybody would have an unobstructed view of her bare ass, the sparkling chain drawing your eyes straight to it. The undergarment was more jewelry than underwear, and Melissa looked incredibly sexy with her glowing, ethereal skin—a siren and succubus all in one.

Mary then glued several pieces of sparkling metal over Melissa's torso and breasts, as well applying similar adornments to her head, ankles, legs, and stomach. Based upon the positioning of her body ornamentations, it was apparent the jewelry was meant to direct your gaze to her body, rather than hiding anything. 

My attention was continuously drawn to her jewel-covered tits, the adhered jewelry making them sparkle, and in combination with the glowing light from her skin, enhanced her areolas and nipples.

In addition to the thong and adhered body jewelry, Mary slid on several torques of intertwined filigree snakes to Melissa's upper arms and thighs, again their design meant to draw attention to her body more than cover it. 

Finally she picked up a concaved filigree gold piece of metal, sort of in the shape of a bowel, which she placed over Melissa's right boob, tightening the spun metal around my wife's yielding flesh and applying adhesive to keep it in place. The cup spiraled around Melissa's breast, the swirls moving inward and ending at the tip, leaving her aureole and erect nipple plainly visible.

Next Mary brought over a pair of silver sandals which were particularly 'un-elvish,' having six-inched spiked heels and silver chained straps wrapping up her legs to her thighs, matching Melissa's body jewelry perfectly. 

"How the hell am I going to walk in the back yard in heels?" my wife asked as Mary smiled.

To our surprise, Mary pulled out what appeared to be a pair of clear plastic flared caps which she applied to the heels. "These things work like magic," she explained to us. "The main mechanic is to increase the surface area you walk on, preventing your heel from sinking!" she said proudly as she applied them to my wife's shoes. "They may look funny now, but when you're walking in the grass, you won't even see them," she told us.

Standing up and looking in the mirror, I could not help but again notice that everything Melissa wore—rings, tiara, necklace, shoes—were designed to highlight, not hide, her body. Although she was fully clothed, she might as well been naked—and then I corrected myself, as her attire was sexier than her being naked, her body on full display while giving the semblance of being clothed. 

My cock hardened at my wife's 'Come fuck me' attire, my previous concerns completely gone at how seductive she would be at the party.

"WHERE did you find all of this?" Melissa asked incredulously and appreciatively as she looked at herself in the full body mirror.

Mary smiled. "You'd be amazed at some of the things you find traveling from movie site to movie site," she explained. "The heel condoms—our colloquial name for them—are a pretty common trick for outdoor scenes. The rest of the ornamentation is mostly Oriental, worn by high-classed call girls to advertise their 'wares'" she laughed. "I saw a picture of an Asian courtesan covered with them and the minute I saw them, I thought of us!" she grinned evilly. "I bought several sets for each of us, as they are great club wear when you go out dancing and wear a thin top," she told my wife. "Your set and mine are more along the 'elvish' motif," she explained, "but I have others to fit several occasions," she chuckled, winking knowingly at my wife.

Covering her adorned body was Melissa's main outfit, a white diaphanous two-pieced dress which wrapped around her body, but did little to hide what she had underneath. The skirt was a hi-lo hemmed creation barely covering her crotch and showing off her perfect legs, the back a large train of cloth somewhat reminiscent of a wedding gown. The top was simply a band of cloth wrapping around Melissa's chest, the thin material doing little to hide her body underneath. Mary adjusted the top until it lifted and pushed her sister's breasts upwards while pulling them together, transforming them into spectacular representations of the female chest.

As my wife stood there in her complete outfit, I could only admire her, the overall effect causing her to look not only regal and sexy, but whorish and shameless at the same time, and I felt my cock harden knowing she would be having a hard time keeping the men away from her!

Next Mary had Melissa help her with her accoutrements. Whereas Melissa's jewelry consisted of thin filigreed and almost dainty items, Mary's adornments were made of thicker bands of jeweled metal and torques, as well as larger plates of silver meshed metal that fitted her shoulders, elbows, and knees and more befitting a warrior. The pieces were obviously styled to provide protection, and although the items were thicker and covered more of her body, they were no less feminine, again designed to draw one's eyes to all her curves.

Mary then put on a widely spaced, thin silver fillegree bikini top, which did nothing to cover her breasts, explaining the halter was designed to protect against a slash across the breast and not a direct thrust.

"Most sword fights were hack and slash, as a direct thrust exposed you too much to an opponent. Pulling your arm back to stab somebody prevents you from quickly blocking a sudden attack," she demonstrated, using one of the swords we would be wearing.

She told us much of her knowledge came from listening to the trainers brought to teach the actors how to swordfight, picking up a few tips here and there.

She then took what looked like a solid silver bowl and slid it beneath her halter, covering her left breast, again explaining explained how once again the cup's design was to deflect a thrust to the heart. Once it was in position, she took silver filigreed bowl similar to the one Mary had over her breast, and as expected, placed it over her right breast.




All Hallow's Eve



I couldn't believe what was happening and the speed with which it was going. My body was already on fire but when Lisa moved up behind me and ran a manicured hand across my ass I thought for sure I was going to explode. I didn't think the tension was going to grow any further but I knew I was headed for new highs when Melina reached up and stroked the erect cock stretching straight out from my groin. I looked down into the smiling face of Melina as she slid the condom in place, finally rising to her feet and drawing back towards her bed where she flopped down on her back taking me with her.

Lisa had disappeared from my mind, but I heard the shower start up from behind me as Melina's hands drew in closer to her, her bare breasts wobbling seductively in front of my face. I moved in to kiss her but one hand held me back a few inches as she smiled but shook her head.

"Uh-uh."

A second later I knew where the other hand had gone as I felt the light touch of her fingertips through the condom as she positioned me in just the right spot as I moved my hips forward slightly and felt her flesh against the head of my hungry penis.

I had been with women before but had elaborated a bit. Now, it seems, I would finally find out how the hell it felt. I gave a push and stopped. I pushed again, going a little harder and stopped. The third time was the charm as I slid in deep and my body shook in absolute pleasure, a chill shooting down through my sweaty body. Without encouragement, my brain kicked into it's genetic programming and my hips began to push repeatedly, as the pace began to quicken. It had taken nearly twenty years to get to this point and in less than two minutes it was over as I shook with physical spasms, the sperm shooting out into the layer of latex protecting the woman lying beneath me. Melina was smiling in supreme satisfaction as she looked up at me from her bed as I slipped out and stood up, sweat building on my body.

As quickly as it happened, it was over and Melina was stepping back into her costume, must to my disappointment.

"Guess we can scratch virginity off our list of worries tonight!" Lisa commented as she stepped back from the bathroom.

Considering what had just transpired, I must have been standing there staring at her with a stupid look on my face.

"Easy does it Romeo. Now that we know you're no longer a virgin, it's time to get ready. Get in there and get cleaned up."

Damn it. Like a potato chip, you can't eat just one and the desire for seconds continued to haunt me as I stepped into the bathroom, flushed the evidence and climbed into the shower, leaving the outer door open hoping for something else to happen. After five minutes and being reminded to hurry it up, it was clear no one else was coming in and I finished up.

Toweling off and feeling a bit more bravado, I stepped from the bedroom without a stitch of clothing on and came face to face with my sister! I covered up quick but it was clear what was happening.

"Girls." She said, facing them both. "Which one of you did it?"

They both looked guilty but Lisa was cocking her head towards Melina in a motion that was anything but subtle. Melina finally raised her hand before voicing her defense.

"We had to be sure, right Katie?" she said, biting her lip anxiously.

My sister was unconvinced.

"I supposed we did." She finally conceded, turning to look at me again as she strolled from the room once again. I could feel a smirk on my face suddenly feeling pretty good with myself. Funny how a little sex can change one's outlook on things.

Melina closed the door and turned back my way.

"Now that you've had your masculinity stroked, it's time to bring out your feminine side. Over here." She said, motioning to an invisible spot in front of her. I did as she commanded. Giving me a once over to confirm that I was ready, she turned and opened a box that had appeared on the small dresser to her left. I hadn't noticed it before and she tossed the lid on her bed before reaching inside and pulling out a pair of panties which she handed to me. Stupidly, I just stood there.

"Well?" she asked. "Put them on."

I didn't respond right way, but my erection shot back as I slid my legs through the soft satin and inched them up over my hips, the noticeable bulge in front. 

"Not much we can do about that now." Lisa said, shaking her head.

"Nope." Melina conceded. She went back to the box and came back with a matching lace bra similar to the one that I had brought with me. It matched the panties I had on and I slid the lilac colored, lace bra on without been instructed to. I had several bras in my collection and was familiar with how the front clasp was fashioned.

Lisa fished around in my bag and stepped forward, handing me the breast forms that I had purchased two years ago, finally spending the money for a good set that had served me well so far. Sheepishly, I took them in my hand and set them in place against my chest.

"Sit there." Melina commanded, indicating a seat in front of the vanity.

"Nope. Face this way." Lisa corrected me. I turned in the seat and faced the center of the room as she pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, the smell of her perfume again reaching my nostrils which flared to try and take it all in.

"I'll do her makeup." Melina offered.

"Not a chance. You popped his proverbial cherry. You get to do his nails." Lisa responded, no ill will in her voice as each smiled. Consenting to her new task Melina sat down on the bed and took my right hand in hers, studying it carefully.

Lisa handed her a shoebox while setting a second on my lap. Both began extracting items as I watched quietly, trembling inside.

"I brought some with me." I said to Melina.

"Press on?" she asked.

I nodded but she just shook her head.

"Oh no. We're going to do you up right." She replied, taking out a set of artificial nails and undoing the glue which began to overpower every other scent in the room. The thought of having beautiful nails that didn't keep popping off was quite erotic and my mind started to ponder what it would feel like as she set several against my real nails to find a perfect fit. Lisa fished through the box on my lap and began to apply the basecoat that I always managed to screw up. With a lifetime of practice, dexterous touch and not having to do the makeup on yourself, I couldn't wait to see how I would look. In a way, I was glad I couldn't see myself until the entire process was completed.

The work seemed to progress quickly as I sat there, somewhat embarrassed that I wasn't contributing. I told them as much when Lisa wasn't working around my eyes but they both scoffed.

"This is what girls do! This isn't like work." Melina commented as she finished up gluing the nails on both hands and hand returned the first to pick a suitable color. After going through the entire bottom of the shoe box, the girls settled on one of the twenty colors and it began to go on smoothly under her deft touch.

Unable to see my appearance, I tried to spy the progress Melina was making on my hands but with an eyeliner pencil only a half inch from my eyeball I decided it could wait. After twenty minutes, the final hand was getting a second coat and Lisa had moved down to my lips where she was outlining the shape.

"You have very beautiful lips." She commented.

"Thank you. Very proud of them myself." I replied, pumping out my new chest proudly, suddenly aware that I was sitting in the bedroom of two young ladies who were busy doing my makeup and nails. It was hard to believe that I could forget this but it seem quiet relaxing and natural as we sat there and talked.

After nearly twenty five minutes, Lisa leaned back slightly and had me turn my head slightly to each side as she studied my face. Finally finished with my hands, which stood out awkwardly to dry, Melina stepped back and both concluded that it was not only satisfactory but actually very nice. 

"Great work." Melina commented.

"Thank you." I added. "You didn't have to do this but I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. It's going to be an interesting night and we just wanted you to look your best."

"But about the party." I asked. "If it's going to be a toga affair, I'm afraid, even with all your considerable skills with makeup and nails, that I will stick out like a sore thumb." 

I hadn't brought it up before but it was beginning to weight on my mind.

Melina handed Lisa the wig I had brought while she fished out the witches costume that was sitting in the bottom of the shopping bag.

"A witch?" she asked, sending a knowing look to her roommate.

"Really? Do you dabble in the black arts?"

"Me? Oh no. I'm a bit skeptical when it comes to that sort of thing, but I thought the costume was fairly nice looking, until . . . " 

My words drifted away, the costume apparently wasn't going to work.

"How about this one?" Melina asked, pulling a hangar from the closet. It was identical to the outfit that my sister and her two friends were wearing with the exception of the color. Unlike the clean white look, it was also lilac in color, matching the underwear I had on.

"You were planning this all along." I mentioned more than asked.

The duo were both smiling now, the mischievousness had returned. Melina motioned me forward and removed the outfit from the hangar, holding it open for me to slide my shaven legs through while Lisa stepped behind and zipped it up. The material was soft and the folds of the toga-like dress hid the erection that had reappeared. A gold colored cord cinched it around my waist like the others.

"Sit." They commanded, inching me backwards so my appearance was still a mystery. Melina pulled a pair of sandals from the closet floor and set them in front of me where I slipped them onto my feet. Being sandals, they easily fit, snug in all the right places like every other article of clothing I had been given. Obviously, my sister had been through my things to get the needed sizes.

Lisa set the wig in place and spent far more time in styling it than I ever did. She nodded again vigorously when she took another look and asked me to stand up so she could check it out from eye level, circling around me to get the full view.

"Hot stuff." She commented as Melina returned to the room with my sister in tow.

"Oh my god!" she commented upon seeing me standing there. "You look great."

She was smiling now and her apparent distractions could no longer be seen on her face. The smile came as a much needed relief to me.

All three continued to stare and admire their work. I still hadn't seen the outcome myself but felt so much better knowing that experts had done the makeup and that I was now dressed in similar fashion. I did get a look at my nails finally and they too were beyond comparison to the crappy press on kind that I was familiar with using in the past.

"Looks like you're nearly ready." Katie said, stepping forward and carefully hugging me, making sure I didn't get makeup on her outfit. "Here's one last gift before we get ready."

She handed me a velvet covered box that she had been holding and when I opened it, I saw that it contained a ring, a bracelet and a necklace, identical to the one that she wore.

"I . . I don't know what to say Katie. They're beautiful."

"Put them on." She replied, sheepish as accepting my gratitude as always.

The trio removed the items from the box and helped me put them in place, all of them fitting perfectly. I realized then that I was finally done, an exhaustive process that began only two hours ago.

"You're all set now. Have a look." Katie said, motioning behind me. When I turned, and saw my reflection for the first time it literally took my breath away. I could see all of us in the wide mirror and with the exception of the difference in outfit color, I blended right in and look fabulous. When it became clear that I was going to get emotional my sister spoke up again.

"No crying." She said, a tear forming in her eye. They thought the best remedy would be a distraction so they sprung another surprise on me as I continued to study myself in the mirror above the vanity.

"Ready to go?"

"I'm more than ready." I replied, turning finally to face the proud trio who had created my look. "What time does the party start?"

"It starts in an hour, but we have a ways to drive to get there." Lisa answered, not realizing my dilemma.

"You look great. Don't freak out." My sister commented. I stood there, breathing heavy as Katie explained to the other.

"He's been to a couple of parties dressed this way but has never really been out in public before."

"Is that all?" the pair responded.

It seems that with the weather cooperating this year that the party was outside around a bonfire. I breathed easier.

"Besides, you look great. No one would know you weren't a sorority girl." Melina added. I nodded in agreement.

"What name do you use? You must have thought about it."

Again I nodded. I had spent so much time on such a seemingly inconsequential bit of information it wasn't even funny.

"Jaclyn."

There was no hesitation, no indecision.

"Jaclyn it is then. Let's go."

I dug my purse out of the very bottom of the shopping bag, threw it over my shoulder and dropped into line as we headed down the stares where a room of similar dressed men and women were waiting. My sister introduced me around to everyone and I felt very comfortable, something I didn't exactly expect but welcomed. We picked up a few stragglers who came downstairs after us and a few more that came into the house unannounced. One woman in particular elicited screams of excitement as she stepped through the front door. She looked familiar and might have been around the house here last year. Like all of us, she was wearing the same toga outfit but hers was a bright crimson color.

"You're going to do it?" My sister asked as the woman stepped over to our group. "I can't believe it!" For the woman's part, she looked somewhat embarrassed by all the attention. I was more than happy to just blend in and enjoy myself. 

As they continued to talk and I listened in, I failed to notice a young man moving up behind me until he spoke.

"Ready to do it?" he asked. "Damn exciting."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but nodded as though I did.

"You'll look great in red one day." He said, nodding to the woman who had just joined our group.

"Thanks. I hope so."

"I haven't seen you around before." He queried, trying to keep the conversation going as he continued to study those in the room.

"I've been here before. I'm Katie's sister." I said, trying to make my voice sound feminine. It was true that I had attended an occasional party here but he would have been hard pressed to recognize me. Fortunately for me, he spotted someone else he needed to talk to, apologized and stepped away.

"Already making friends?" Katie asked, returning to my side.

"Yes. I can't believe everything that's happened."

"Don't forget that the party hasn't even started yet. Might get a little peculiar later on but just play along and follow my lead. After we have our little ceremony, the real party begins."

I nodded, but couldn't help but ask.

"Kevin. The guy that was just here. He mentioned that I would look great in crimson and he couldn't wait to see it. What was up with that?"

My sister looked a bit taken back by the question as she continued to study the crowd as though looking for someone or something.

"You would look good in red with your hair."

"He made it sound like I would be wearing red in the future. Do you rotate colors or something every year?"

"Some of them do. This is only my third Halloween here with this group and I'll probably just stick to white."

Standing there, studying the group myself, it began to slowly dawn on me. There were ten distinct colors I could see and although my mind couldn't put it together, part of it became clear.

"It's some kind of code!" I exclaimed to myself more than anyone else but my sister heard it.

"It is, but I'll leave it up to you to figure it out. No cheating and asking for help." She chided, a smirk on her face.

If anything, it would give my mind something to work on as I clung to my purse amidst a sea of togas waiting to party. I didn't get much of a chance to look around at that point when the front door opened and a taller male, dressed in a black toga with gold detail stepped through the door and stood in the foyer, all conversation slowing to a halt. A woman in green stepped up to his side and both asked the crowd as one.

"Are we ready to celebrate?"

The roar was deafening in the living room as the crowd got riled in anticipation.

"Let's go." The man in black motioned, stepping back outside, leading the way. I stayed in behind my sister and flowed out of the room onto the sidewalk under the darkened sky where two busses waited at the curb. We filed onto the first bus and I took a seat nearest the window with my sister acting as a buffer. During the thirty minute drive the crowd only grew more fired up with it reaching a crescendo when a forested field came into sight, a large bonfire glowing in the distance.

We flooded off, finding all the usual trappings of a party including tables spread with food, the required beer keg and coolers jammed with soft drinks. I was feeling pretty good and started enjoying myself immediately, taking the beer that was offered to me. The one thing I had to watch out for, as I had found at last years Halloween party that Jaclyn had attended at a friends house, was that I often drank quickly when I had nothing else to preoccupy my hands. I sipped at the beer but took a plate of food and sat at a flimsy card table set up near the fire. 

Everyone was having a great time and I was just another one of the crowd thankfully. I was having a wonderful time conversing with others and hadn't thought of finding my sister, Lisa or Melina as a security blanket.

The party continued until eleven when the man in black and the woman in green approached the fire and began motioning to those in the area. As if on cue, they excited rose to their feet and began clearing the tables and chairs back to the edge of the clearing. After helping out, I stood back and watched as the group made preparations for the 'show' I had been told was coming. As the participants began to gather, I found my sister at my side.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Just stand with me and follow along."

I did as I was told and we soon found ourselves holding hands in a ring around the fire. I counted carefully and there were twenty of us, all colored togas. The remaining guests, including those who had set up the party gathered hand in hand and were a second ring that wrapped around us. There was a woman to my right and I had my sister on my left as the fire continued to burn in front of me. It was bright and I felt as though I was being scrutinized with everyone else facing in my direction. 

An ornate chair with only a seat and arm rests was positioned immediately behind the first row, down several people to my left, just behind the woman in green who took the seat. It appeared as though we were ready to begin as the group grew quiet.

The man spoke first in glowing terms of his mate, seated next to him in green. He spoke of their love and their dedication. After a few moments, an assistant of some sort stepped into the ring and opened a large, heavy looking book in front of him. The man in black read from the pages but the words were indecipherable.

When he finished, the woman in green rose to her feet and the entire inner circle rotated to my right, the man in black taking his turn in the ornate seat. The words the woman ushered forth were almost hypnotic. Her gentle voice carried a certain strength as she spoke about the men in black in equally glowing terms. She concluded by reading through the text of another page in the book again in a language lost to me. My sister was listening solemnly but there were some in the circle who smiled and nodded as though they could understand what was being said. As quickly as it started she concluded her part and the group rotated again.




All Hallow's Eve



This time, however, the group rotated past a few people, but eventually stopped. I noticed that the three people that were skipped, two men and one woman, were dressed in gold and white respectively. The next person to sit was a woman in blue. When she was situated on the seat, held in place by the person on either side, the man holding the book stepped before the woman in green and she continued to read. The seated woman leaned her head forward, chin to chest and appeared to be deep in mediation as several pages were read off, the subject of which I couldn't figure out.

When the passages were complete, the group mumbled something under their breath. A gentle shake of the hand by one of the inner ring seemed to revive the woman who smiled sheepishly and stood on wobbly knees as the ring continued to rotate.

The cycle repeated itself as each colored participant took their allotted turn sitting in the chair as either the man in black or the woman in green read from the book. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen but as we worked our way around the fire like planets in the same orbit, several things became apparent. Those in colors other than white or gold took turns in the seat of honor as I called it. From what I could tell, since the outer ring never rotated, that I was the only participant here tonight wearing this particular color. The other characteristic of the ceremony as I thought of it was that when a man took a seat it was the man in black who would read. When a woman took the seat, the woman in green would do the honors. 

I also realized two final items. I was the last person wearing a color before the inner ring returned the man in black and the woman in green to their original positions and that the words had come to an end and the man in grey, immediately on the other woman holding my hand was coming around and that it was my turn to take a seat.

My heart was pounding like it had never done before and my breathing had really picked up steam as the line began moving.

"Good luck." The woman to my right said quietly, keeping her eyes in the fire. My sister simply squeeze my hand and I looked her way as we shuffled to a stop and I took a seat as all the others, slowly letting my chin fall to my chest as I had witnessed. I tried to keep my eyes on the edge of the fire closest to me but my eyes began to grow unusually heavy and I felt them slide closed involuntarily. The light passing through my lids from the fire seemed to dim quickly and the darkness had grown total. I was no longer aware of my sisters grasp but instead, my arms felt light as though I were holding them out and gravity held no effect.

I was experiencing a profound calm until I realized that I could hear words being spoken in that strange tongue and that it was the man in black who was doing the uttering.

"My God." I thought to myself, unable to return to consciousness. "He's reading the words and now everyone is going to know what I really am!" 

I pictured what I must look like sitting there in a woman's toga, the man in black continuing to read from the book and I felt embarrassed, no different than if someone had just yanked the wig off my head back at the sorority. Several pages of text were uttered when I noticed a slight delay and the woman in green took over a relief as I sat there, unable to move. After several more minutes I began to feel the grasp of a hold of both of my hands and that the light was beginning to grow brighter in front of me.

As quickly as it began it ended and I opened eyes, wanting to rub them thoroughly as though I had just slept through the night. Unlike everyone else, the rings broke away and I was left in the seat with sister by my side.

"What happened?" I asked groggily.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired. Just really tired."

I looked up at her and could see a mix of emotions on her face.

"Understandable. Feel alright otherwise?"

I thought about it for a minute before answering.

"Just thirsty I guess being near the fire."

She smiled and helped me to my feet when I felt I could stand.

"What exactly was all that." I asked again.

"You'll see in a minute." She replied, laughing.

The tables and chairs were already being moved back to the fire as the night began to cool down. Several people walked up to congratulate or welcome me to the group. Apparently I had just gone through some sort of initiation as my sister lead me back towards the bus with her arm locked in mine.

"Are we leaving?" I asked. "I'm having a great time. A little strange there nice."

"I'm proud of you. Seems like you're really coming out of your shell tonight and mingling. And no, we're not leaving. Just taking a little break to powder our noses."

"I didn't' bring my makeup." I responded, the fog finally lifting from my brain as I began to walk under my own power.

"Just an expression Jaclyn." She said. "Just going to the little girl's room."

"Do I need to? Just don't let me sit down in one of those padded seats or I'll fall asleep and miss the rest of the party."

"Trust me." She said. "You'll be wide awake and ready to party in a minute. Going to be rocking until the sun comes up!"

She laughed as we reached the bus and climbed inside, the bathroom door was open in the back.

"I don't really need to go." I said.

"Trust me." She repeated. "Just go through the motions."

"OK." I stepped inside the stall and took a seat, trying to play the role as completely as possible. I pulled up the hem of the toga and slid the satin panties down around my knees before settling into position. Unable to really need to go, I simply studied my new nails and the gorgeous ring that Katie had given me. It was amazing how the darkly colored nails helped to make my normally pudgy hand look longer and feminine.

"Anything yet?" I heard Katie ask from the other side of the door.

"Noooooo." I replied. "Is someone waiting?"

"No. Just have a surprise for you."

"Alright. I'll hurry." I said, not really understanding what the hell she was talking about. But I was eager to get back to the party and gave a push, the first tiny stream of urine coming out. I thought maybe things were tangled a bit so I reached down, careful not to puncture anything vital with the new nails, and found instead that there was nothing vital present. I lifted the hem of the dress a little higher and looked down between my legs. Where a very erect cock had been was instead a thin, pink cleft.

Convinced that I must have been still dreaming, I ran my hand down there and carefully explored the area, coming up empty. Faced with the revelation, I feared it must have fallen off into the toilet and I sprang to my seat, careful not to flush.

"The bus is rocking." I heard Katie explain, rapping on the door again. "Are you sure you're alright?"

I couldn't speak, looking around the floor for a very dear body part of mine I thought I was attached to.

Not here.

Alright. Where the hell was it? I looked to see if it was caught in my underwear, but the flimsy, satin panties weren't hiding anything either.

What the hell was happening.

The door popped open suddenly, since I had forgotten to latch it, and I dropped the hem of my toga out of instinct. The only person there was Katie who was smiling from ear to ear.

"Lose something?" she asked.

My mine was confused as I turned to search again with the door open.

"Yeah. Dropped something."

"What was it? Maybe I can help you find it." She asked with my back turned towards her. It was her snickering that finally caused all the pieces to sink in.

I turned around to face her but couldn't think of what it was I wanted to ask. She just stood there smiling with a satisfied look on her face. We continued to lock eyes as my right hand continued to unconsciously run itself across the smooth, flat material of my toga.

"It's what you wanted, wasn't it? She asked, a moment of doubt shadowing her face.

I pondered it for only a moment but knew that it was true. What had happened was the miracle I was looking for.

"It's what I've always wanted. You know that."

"Good. I'm glad." She said stepping forward.

"What now?" I asked.

"We go party hardy!"

"No." I asked. "I mean after tonight."

"I don't understand." She said.

"The rest of me. Should I now start living as Jaclyn or wait?"

"I don't see any reason to wait since you are Jaclyn now."

"What about the rest of me?" I asked, motioning excitedly at my chest.

"You didn't look?"

"Look at what?" I asked, unclear on what she was referring to.

Katie reached up with one hand and grabbed my left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I felt that!" I exclaimed with delight. "Reaching up with both hands and repeating the process to make sure I wasn't imagining things." The nipples of my new breasts were pushing out through the lace material and were now barely discernable under the material.

"Don't forget the hair." She added.

I turned in the bathroom and stared at the mirror for a moment but it still looked like a wig to me. Katie's hand came in from the side of the reflection and pulled the wig off. What followed was a cascade of long, curly, auburn colored hair framing my face.

"Here. Try this." She made a hairbrush suddenly appear and I snatched it up, running it through the curls. God it was soft to the touch.

"My face has changed to." I exclaimed, suddenly noticing the more feminine jaw-line, nose and eyebrow line. Unfortunately, the heavy makeup was still in place and I was tempted to get rid of it now that there wasn't stubble pushing through.

I felt the bus rock slightly and heard voices as two ladies came down the aisle towards us. I handed back the brush and washed my hands quickly, stepping out as they approached. As far as they were concerned, we were just another pair of party revelers, but I had trouble making eye contact as they came by, some how afraid to see a knowing look in their eyes.

"Come on. We should get back and get a drink."

"I'll second that." I said, suddenly aware of a change in my locomotion, my legs swinging freely instead of a piece of meat getting in the way. I also noticed that my hands, now swung closer to a wider pair of hips as we made our way down the aisle and off the bus.

"Everything come out alright." Lisa asked in a knowing way.

It was clear that they knew what was going to happy. My shy smile was enough to answer the question. The four of us continued back to the party, picking up drinks and taking a seat near the fire where I began to reveal what I figured out and had them fill in the blanks that they were, now, all too cooperative to do.

"So you didn't sell my soul to the devil for this?" I asked, aware that my voice no longer sounded like me. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

The trio laughed as we finished off our round and went to work on a second plate of food. I watched as the man in black and the woman in green began to gather again with some other people, including the woman in crimson red that had created quite a stir earlier in the evening. A small ring of people formed again, hand in hand with the apparent leaders of the group. This time, there were only six people and the woman in red held a position between the woman in green and her mate. The young man holding the book stood again in the middle as the man in black read from the passages.

"Keep watching." Katie said to me, when she noticed the ritual getting underway and my keen interest. "It happens kind of fast."

I wasn't sure what she was referring to but it was clear that something interesting was going to happen as I nibbled at my food. The other people in the group continued to party as though nothing was happening. Apparently this was a side ceremony and not everyone needed to be involved.

The group itself was only fifty or sixty feet away and I could clearly make out the face of the participants facing me, including the woman in red, who stared towards the file until she noticed me watching. She couldn't pull her eyes away and I didn't turn mine. I did hear the spoken passages stop and the book holder remove himself from the circle, handing it to another waiting nearby. I was mesmerized by the pomp and ceremony of the night and continued to watch as the former book holder walk around to the back of the circle. As if on cue, he took up position behind the woman in red, who bent forward at the hips, supported by the people on either side who continued to hold hands.

In a way, my modest nature new what was coming and what society bred into me should have been enough to turn away but I couldn't help but watch as the man in gold behind her stepped forward and flipped the hem of her toga up onto her lower back. His hand maneuvered her matching panties down around her knees and before I knew it, he was thrusting his way inside her, her eyes never leaving mine until her mouth opened in ecstasy and her eyes closed trying to hold in the pleasure of the act I was witnessing. 

As he continued pounding away at her, I felt a hungry tinge in my own groin that was deeper and far different that the simple erections I had experienced earlier. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably at the sudden sensations I was feelings that were rushing through my body.

I could sense the man getting closer as his face began to scrunch up just prior to exploding inside of her. As promised, he came inside the woman in red, pulled out and withdrew to the shadows once again as her supports releases their grip. She stood up, returned her panties to their appointed place and straightened her toga before making her way over to the cooler to get something to drink.

Sensing my pleasurable discomfort had passed, Katie turned one eye to area where the small gathering had been and concluded correctly that it was completed. She turned her eyes my way as the other two girls continued to eat and talk.

"That is the one concession to your having your new body." She said. The other two at the table stopped and watched my reaction as Katie continued.

"You and now a woman in every sense of the word Jaclyn. You have all the right feminine parts and will begin experiencing 'that time of the month' in the coming weeks. You even have the necessary ovaries to conceive and give birth to children. To do so, however, you'll have to return here to an All Hollow's Eve gathering that is held every year and go through a similar ceremony."

"This indicating my desire my coming dressed in red." I added.

"Yup. And a child is always conceived. Your first child will be yours and the man of your choice. You won't have to see him again except here, but you will have to pick someone from the group to inseminate you. After giving birth to that child you will be fertile again to conceive with anyone you want, anywhere you want."

"Sounds fair enough." I replied, the buzz from the beer finally sinking in. "Thank you three for making this happen for me. I really appreciate it."

"Cheers to that!" Melina said, raising her plastic glass.

"I'm just wondering how I'm going to explain this to our parent. You're going to be there right?" I asked my sister.

"Shouldn't be too hard." She said. "Mom is an alumni of the sorority."

My smile froze on my face.

"She is not!" I exclaimed with a wide smile on my painted, red lips.

"Absolutely true!" she replied.

I didn't know whether or not to believe her but I would find out soon enough!



All Hallow's Eve



Well, this Halloween certainly turned out to be different, and much more exciting!, than I thought it'd be! 

As per tradition, I took my eleven year old daughter over to her friend's house, she only lives about three blocks away from our house. There we met up with her friend, her dad, their 26 year old neighbor/baby-sitter/family friend, Cammie, and another family with an eleven year old. The three kids, Cammie, the other two dads and I set out for some good old trick or treating.

I could not take my eyes off of Cammie - with her sexy/glam ballerina costume!! Skin tight black leotard, knee length black tulle skirt, black fishnet stockings with diamond like stones down the back of each leg (as if I needed more reason to look at those long legs!!), and platform Mary Janes (very naughty school girl-esque!). 

The costume showed off every curve of her body, tight and toned from years of ballet. I could barely take it when she turned around to show off the bow at the back of her skirt; her ass is so firm and pert! Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a bun, her bright green eyes highlighted with long lashes and sparkly eye make-up, her full lips shiny and wet looking, slicked with a pale pink gloss.

Right off the bat, Cammie and I hit it off, just as we had last Halloween. But, what I guess you should know, I'm a newly wed (my second marriage) - and, at 46, I'm practically twice Cammie's age! And, yes, our sexy little ballerina knew all this. Did it stop her from mercilessly flirting with me? Hell, no! That young woman drove me wild!!

At first, it was rather innocent, tho she did make sure I knew how flexible she is, by showing off a few ballerina poses. She even showed me just how high she could kick - clean up to my shoulder! I couldn't help but imagine myself pulling her close to me, her foot on my shoulder, as I slid myself deeply into her!

Because of her high heeled shoes, she had to take her time walking down one particularly steep hill. I slowed down to walk with her, and things just progressed from there! Damn, she's got a mouth on her - she doesn't hold back, says whatever she wants to, whenever she wants!

At one house, Cammie ran up to the door with the kids to say hi to some friends. She came back, proudly holding a handful of candy, including some lollipops. And, dammit, things just got better from there! Making sure I was watching, she slowly slid the pink pop in and out of her mouth. Her eyes locked with mine as she slowly slides her tongue all over the candy. If I thought I could get away with it, I would have grabbed her right then and there and had my way with her!

"You're a very naughty girl, you know that?" 

"No, I'm not. I'm a good girl. Always good and good in all ways!" Cammie eagerly declared.

A few moments later, she handed me her lollipop stick, which was now completely candy free, asking me if I could put in my pocket. "Sheesh, done already?!", I asked, amazed - and impressed.

"Yep," she proudly declared, "I'm just that good!"

"Oh, really now?" I asked, quite intrigued.

"MM-hhm, I've never had any complaints!"

I've got to tell you, I practically came right then and there! Cammie's too hot for her own damn good!

We spent the better part of the evening lagging behind everyone, talking quietly. Now, don't go thinking I was ignoring everyone else - the kids were happy to run on ahead of everyone else (the kids are at that age when they want to spend the least amount of time possible with their old parents!) and the other two dads had plenty to talk about. And, of course, we put our conversation (ok, our flirting!) on hold whenever my daughter or any of the kids needed either of us.

At one point, she mentioned how cold her hands were and, to prove her point, she grabbed my hand in hers. I didn't want to let go, her soft hand felt so good wrapped around mine! 

Playing innocent, she smiled at me, asking if I had any ideas on how she could warm her hands up. She didn't have any gloves and her jacket pockets weren't doing the trick. I had no idea what to tell her that wouldn't be over the line, especially with our friends so near! So, I suggested that she put them behind her and, to demonstrate, I put my hands in my own back pockets.

"Yea, that'd help... if I had back pockets! Now I'm just grabbing my own butt!" she giggled. 

"It's ok, you do that and I'll just sit back and watch!"

Unfortunately, we had to cut that conversation short as our friends and the kids came back to join us on the short walk to the next house. We still had a very good, teasing banter going on. 

We ended up going to a haunted house and I noticed that Cammie was holding back. 

"What? Don't tell me you're one of those scared types?" I teased with a smile.

"MMm-hmm...." Cammie murmured, looking sheepish. 

"It's ok, I'll protect you! Just stay behind me!"

Right away, she got spooked and grabbed onto my back. She never let go off me - in fact, she kept her arms wrapped tightly around my waist until we met up with our friends again. And if I wasn't already nuts about her, that did it for me! The feeling of her slender arms wrapped tightly around me, her full breasts and taught little stomach pressed to my back... all I wanted was to turn around and kiss her!!

As we left, I put my arm around her, "You made it!" She rested her head on my shoulder for a moment and smiled up at me. Unfortunately, she moved away much too quickly!

Cammie stopped to re-buckle one of her shoes and I stopped alongside her. Since we usually only spend this much time together on our yearly Halloween outings, I mentioned that she's going to have to come up with a really good costume next year.

"That's true... do you have any suggestions?" 

"Hmm...." I tentatively began, "Something see through!"

"Oh really now?" she grinned. "It's not like I'm wearing much tonight." she pointed out, gesturing to her tulle skirt and fishnets, both of which did very little to cover up her legs. 

"Very true. But it's got to be more. Even more see through!!"

Cammie giggled and came up with a very good solution, "I'll just wear my tu-tu and nothing else!" Damn, just that mental imagine was practically enough to do me in!!

She looked up at me and asked, "Why do I get the feeling that we could get into a lot of trouble together?"

"I'm sure you're right..." I began.

"No, no, wait!" Cammie interrupted me, "It's only trouble if you get caught!" She looked at me, her cheeks flushed, and flashed me a naughty smile.

"With my luck, I'd get caught." I said sadly. "Then I'd just come and live with you!"

I was rewarded with another sweet giggle as Cammie eagerly agreed, "Works for me! You're really cute; we'd have a lot of fun together!"

Someone pointed out that it was getting late and that sparked a conversation about when everyone had to put at work the next morning. Cammie mentioned that she would be riding her bike in the morning, at about 7:30. She was very clear about what time she'd be leaving and where she worked. Since I live just a few blocks away, I often see her biking or driving to work in the mornings but we've never had time to say anything more than a quick hello. Something tells me that that's all about to change!

On our way back, the kids and the other two dads stopped to talk with some neighbors and play with their new puppy. Tired from walking for almost two hours, I decided to take a break and sit down on the sidewalk across the street. Cammie stopped to hang out with me. Because she didn't want to ruin her costume, she stood over me while we talked. That was fine with me, I was content to look up at those long, sexy legs!

I pointed out the tiny dog and Cammie was telling me about it, how it's a small breed but it will get slightly bigger. Tilting her head, a mischievous smile on her face, she proceeds to inform me, "Things grow, y'know, they get bigger!"

"Trust me, I know!" I grinned, terribly eager to show her just how much I knew about that subject! And I may have imagined this, but I'm pretty sure that her pretty green eyes flashed down to my crotch for a little investigation!

As we made our way back to my friend's house, I softly said, "You really are the horniest woman around, aren't you?!" I gave her a quick tight squeeze around her waist.

Cammie smiled at me and, without skipping a beat, said "Yes! Yes I am! Is that a problem?"

"No, fine by me!"

"Well, it's a problem for me!" she mused. "It's a problem when there's no one to help me out! And you're tempted, aren't you?"

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately - to save myself from some trouble and/or embarrassment! - we were interrupted by my friend, inviting us in for drinks while the kids hang out, doing their yearly candy count!

Right away, Cammie took off her heels and laid back on the couch, her long, incredibly toned, legs stretched out in front of her. And, damn it, once again, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping on her right then and there! The kids were giving her plenty of their candy, including more lollipops. Uh-oh!

And, of course, Cammie immediately opened a sucker, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Since she had taken her claim on one couch, I sat across from her, on the other couch. I could barely keep my eyes off of her as she slowly licked the round red candy and slowly ran it across her lower lip. (yea, lets just hope that she wasn't having the same effect on our friend who was also sitting nearby!)

As much as I wanted to stay, it was getting late and it's not like we were exactly alone anyway. As I was saying my good-byes, Cammie looked me right in the eye and ever so slowly sucked the candy in and out of her mouth before smiling at me and bidding me a good evening.

Well, with any luck, I'll actually run into Cammie one morning while she's riding her bike to work and I'm out walking my dog. One can only hope, huh? (and, yes, I am kicking myself for not getting her phone number or anything!)



All Hallow's Eve



She had bought her costume from ebay three weeks before the party was announced, and Martina was more excited about the day than she was about Christmas.

It wasn't that Halloween was anything special when she was younger, it was just that her parents had been strict and hadn't allowed her to go out with friends until she was eighteen. Now that she was living alone with only a few select people she gladly called friends, Martina couldn't wait to be a big kid again.

She reached Abbas and Briana's place a little before ten o' clock and helped them both with the snacks and the drinks and even ran over to the off licence to pick up a few extra plastic knives and forks.

Her costume was incredibly tight fitting, and it clung to her almost like a second skin. She enjoyed this new sensation, the feeling of knowing what she was wearing while the rest of the world carried on oblivious to her catwoman costume.

The theme this year was heroes and villains, and Briana had told everyone to dress up or not enjoy a drink and a party, so Martina had scoured the internet looking for a costume that was definitely a villain. As expected Briana had gone for some computer game character, from what Martina understood from Briana's ravings it was some woman called Samus Arun from some backward game called 'Metriod.' Abbas had dressed up as gangster from the 50's and he was already in character when she arrived so early.

The all had fun for a while as Briana commented on Martina's big tits, and Abbas shushed her with a kiss. Then the girl started eating before any of the guests arrived and received a pinch on her butt for her efforts. She was funny, if nothing else, and hot. Martina had always envied Briana for her small waist, and her small tits. She envied those long legs, and chocolate skin that never seemed to pimple or break out.

The other guests started arriving a little after eleven-thirty, and Briana turned the music right up. There was a joker, and a Batman. A Robin and a Wonder-woman. A few stormtroopers, a couple of Darth Vaders, and even a few Peter Pans.

Devils and Angels were more common as they all stood on the balcony, smoking cigarettes and sitting on the couch was the most gorgeous Dorien Grey she had ever seen.

He sat there, joking with Briana and Abbas as he sipped on a vodka coke and smoked a cigarette.

His hair was shaved at the sides, and grown into a long blond ponytail at the back. His shoulders were as broad as tank, and his hands thick and wonderful. His blue eyes captured Martina from the moment he walked through the door, and she instantly wished she had paid more attention to the story of Dorien Grey at school. He had bought the costume as well, complete with a portrait of himself tucked behind the sofa. He fiddled with the edges of it nervously, as Briana took his empty cup and went for a refill.

Martina stopped Briana as the Samus Arun danced a little with Death and Famine.

'Who's the cute guy you're talking to?' Martina asked adjusting her breasts and her costume with one hand.

Briana glanced over at the blond guy and shrugged. 'One of the bartenders from across the way. He confessed that he loves fancy dress so I invited him along.' Briana leaned forward with that mischievous gleam in her dark eyes. 'His name is Darian, and he's single. You should go and introduce yourself.'

Martina smiled, and watched as Briana's butt attracted a few admiring glances.

Martina took a deep breath and tried to muster some of Briana's courage, she failed.

Martina was nothing like Briana. Her breasts were a generous D, and her legs were short and dumpy. Her brunette hair hung limply around her face, while her soft green eyes did nothing for her pale skin, and hairy upper lip.

Martina's only saving grace was her lips, full and passionate like Angelina Jolie's. Martina was a very short 5" while Briana towered over her with an extra 8 inches to spare. Martina's arms were short and soft with flesh, while Briana's were long and muscular.

While Briana could eat whatever the hell she wanted, Martina had to watch her sugar intake, her cholesterol intake, her fat intake heck even her starch intake had to be closely monitored or she would balloon right back up to a size twenty, and it had taken Martina the better part of two years to lose all that weight and be a this-will-do 16.

Although Briana had confessed on a number of occasions that she would love nothing better than be able to have massive tits, some flesh on her bones and some more junk in her trunk.

Martina glanced over at the blond guy, took a sip of courage which at the moment was a straight whiskey on the rocks and sashayed over, giving her best impression of catwoman as she dared.

Abbas stood, and with one arm escorted her over as if she were his prize pet, and got her to sit down next to him.

'Wow,' Darian exclaimed as Martina sat down and steadied her drink. 'Who's the hottest catwoman I've ever laid eyes on?'

Martina smiled and extended a hand. 'Martina, or Catwoman. I work with Abbas and Briana.'

Darian took it, his eyes clearly not where they should be. Martina felt her nipples harden as Darian swallowed her up with his bright blue eyes.

Abbas grinned leaned forward and said, 'I told you, you're working in the wrong pub. I have all the hot girls, and all the hot customers.'

'Clearly,' Darian agreed, admiring Martina's clingy costume and heaving tits.

Their hands shook, Darian's hand still cold from the last drink he held, and hers warm and sweaty from standing in the kitchen for so long.

Martina would have loved nothing better than to be able to undress slowly in front of him, watch his eyes as they roved over her body. Do a slow dance and let him see her curves, and her meat, then let him bite her tits, his tongue dance over her nipples, his thick hands grabbing her, turning her over and licking her wet pussy with a dry tongue. Bliss!

'So how long have you worked at the Prince Edward?'

Martina came out of her daydream with a jump, and was surprised that Abbas and Briana were no longer around, or that the large sofa that they sat on was occupied by only them. Martina squirmed, adjusting her seat.

'Only for a few months. I gave my CV to Briana, next thing I know, it's Abbas calling me up. My interview was about ten minutes before they offered me the job.

Darian nodded swirling his drink in his glass.

'Do you know the story about those two?' Darian pointed to Abbas as he received a naughty dance from Briana, her favourite song was on, and by the way she was shaking her butt it wasn't for the pleasure of the crowd who urged her on.

Martina shook her head watching Abbas's cock grow in the dim light. It was a big one by the look of that bulge. Martina felt herself grew excited watching it, her body wanted that as much as Briana seemed to, and judging by the way Briana had that look in her face, she was as horny as Martina was getting.

Already Martina felt a dampness between her thighs.

'They used to be really good friends, but Briana had always fancied him. You could tell whenever they came over to my pub for a drink.'

Martina frowned. 'What happened?'

'They fucked,' Darian said his eyes fixed squarely on her thick thighs. 'Apparently they'd both spent one night drinking hard-core. She went in the shower the next morning, forgot to lock the door and in comes Abbas with a massive hard-on with that giant cock of his. A couple of nights later, they're both screwing each other senseless in the delivery space behind the pub, I heard it was wild.'

Martina watched as Briana pressed her lithe body up against Abbas's thick chest and whispered in his ear. While the rest of the party continued without them, Briana led Abbas upstairs, one with a hard-on that looked ready to explode, and the other shaking her butt as she danced up the stairs, holding his hand.

'From what I've heard, they have sex whenever and wherever. In his car, in the cellar, even on the pub floor when everyone's gone. They fuck like rabbits, and don't stop.'

'Really?' Martina asked, wondering what it would be like to feel Abbas's shaft in her. She squirmed again, feeling how hot she felt, how wet she had become.

'Yes, really.' Darian answered, as he stood up and took her free hand. 'Come, I'll show you. Your manager and supervisor are worse than you thought.'

Martina found it hard to protest, Darian's grip was very hard, yet soft. She let him pull her up and lead her through the crowd of friends and family and acquaintances that either Briana or Abbas knew. Some masked faces acknowledged both of them with a rushed nod before engaging once again in their conversation about work, life love and general nonsense. She didn't hear all of it, but she felt the pulse of the party. It was very much alive, even without the host and the hostess.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Darian stopped her, fiddling with drink. 'I'm a voyeur, I like watching people fuck, and I love watching these two. Her moans are music and his cries add to a greater symphony.'

Martina nodded. She had never watched people fucking before, her parents would have been outraged if they had seen what she was doing now. But somehow, Darian's admittance of his erotic voyeurism made her want to see this all the more, and see the beauty and hear the music of two people fucking hard.

Darian watched Martina's face and waited a while, then when he thought it right, he took her hand again and led her upstairs.

The music pumping through the thin walls did nothing to cut out Briana's cries, and stop the dull thud of Abbas's dick ramming into her. Martina licked her lips. The taste of her gloss almost like the taste of a man cumming into her mouth. Through his costume, Martina could see the first faint outline of Darians' erection. Her body began to ache.

As they reached the partly closed door, she could hear their every word.

'Oh god!' Briana cried. 'Fuck me Abbas, come on me.

Abbas grunted in return, and a moment later Briana moaned beautifully.

Martina blinked in astonishment as Darian merely opened the door and let himself in. He waited until Martina was in and silently locked the door after them.

He turned to Martina, and raised one thick finger to his thin lips and crept along the bedroom floor with considerable care. Martina followed, her heart pounding in her chest. Darian chose a comfortable seat and patted his lap for Martina to sit as well.

All the while, Abbas drove his massive cock into Briana's shaved, tight pussy and made her cry out, each time more louder than the last.

Their bed was a tangle of mauve sheets and red duvet, mingled with their discarded costumes and accessories.

Abbas had flipped Briana over and drove his shaft into her exposed pussy, shaved, clean and wet.

He slapped her butt, reached round and grabbed her tits. Played with her clitoris till she moaned with ecstasy.

Martina sat down in Darian's lap, already panting.

'Do not say a word,' he whispered huskily. 'Just enjoy the show.'

He kissed her neck softly, and groped her tits gently. For such big hands, Darian was very gentle.

The room smelt of their sex, Briana's wet pussy and Abbas's cum, mingled in the room with the smell of perfume, shower gel and body odour. The smell was sending Martina's pussy crazy, it leaked like a broken tap soaking her knickers.

Briana clutched the sheets as her thighs shook with each stroke of Abbas's massive dick, and every time she cried out he silenced her with a quick ram. His balls slapping her lips with each stroke from his powerful manhood. As he fucked her doggy.

He grabbed her afro hair and ran a single finger down her back. 'You want more don't you baby? You want more, you want me to fuck you?'

'Yes! Oh Jesus yes. More! Fuck me raw!'

Martina could hear Darian's breathing as it came out hoarse and uneven. She could feel his erection through the thin PVC of her costume.

'Yes,' he whispered, 'fuck her, make her cry and moan. Yes.'

Martina watched them both, as she squirmed over Darian's growing excitement.

Abbas was pumping her, his every thrust encouraged a cry from Briana's pretty round mouth, and his every touch brought her one step closer to orgasm.

Martina watched with jagged breath and Briana gasped and cried out louder and louder every time Abbas thrust into her, violently, and softly. Faster, then slower.

Darian ground his dick up against Martina's wet pussy, and his hands played with her soft round jugs. His mouth nibbled at her ear and stroked her neck.

With his dick still rammed to the balls in Briana's little cunt. Abbas flipped her over with ease, her legs passed over his head and for a few seconds Martina saw the beautiful sight of pussy and dick together in harmony.

It was a wonderful sight, and without thinking, Martina slipped her hands down her costume and felt the wetness of her own. It was so slippery down there her clitoris was almost too difficult to find, but her fingers knew the path, and they began to rub her down without her knowing as she watched Abbas and Briana cum together.

Her little back arched and her arms were flung out. Her hair spread over the pillow like a dark halo. Abbas with his hands holding on fiercely to her arse, pushed his cock in all the more deeper till his balls touched her cheeks, his face screwed and his mouth in a fierce grimace of ecstasy.

Briana gasped a few times, let out a moan that shattered Abbas and he came, withdrawing quickly and let his cum squirt over Briana's flat belly and pretty little tits.

'All over her, yes that's it.' Darian whispered as his hand followed Martina's fingers and took over, rubbing her so hard, Martina could feel herself shaking already. She gasped.

Briana looked up from the sound as Abbas's sperm trickled down her flat belly onto the sheets, and gave Martina a wink that was neither mischievous or devious. Just passionate, a secret message from woman to woman.

"Go on." The wink seemed to say. "It's only natural."

Darian's hands slipped deeper inside Martina's knickers, lapping up her wetness. Probing her expertly.

In a movement so deft, Martina slipped her trousers off and spread her legs wide for Abbas and Briana to see.

A small voice protested, this was her manager and her supervisor, what was she thinking? Martina ignored it, giving in completely to the lust and the smell of orgasm in the air.

Darian bounced her off his lap, pointing to the same bed Briana had come on and let the two lovers watch from the other end.

Martina stripped off her boots, her trousers and her top, leaving only her lace bra and her mask on.

Darian ignored them, his eyes only on the prize of Martina's wet cunt, and eager body.

He undressed slowly, his dick popping out from his costume as he slid the bottom half of his costume onto the already tangled floor.

Silently, Briana and Abbas slipped off the bed, and took their seat on the same chair.

Martina watched Darian as he parted her legs a little wider, and teased her even more with his wet fingers. He looked up at her quizzically.

'You don't shave?'

Martina shook her head, feeling the cool of his fingers investigate her. Darian nodded, as if in approval. Then slowly, surely, he knelt down and plunged his tongue into her. Martina gasped, fighting back the waves of pleasure that coursed through her as if she had been electrocuted.

Darian teased her clitoris, biting it, licking it, blowing it. Martina let out a moan, and saw Abbas's member grow again, Briana noticed and was on all fours, her mouth wrapped around it and her fingers playing with his balls.

Darian teased her nipples, his thick fingers twisting them and pulling them till they stood erect, then his tongue finished what Martina's fingers had started.

He lapped up her wetness, and plunged one thick finger into her pussy and pumped it furiously.

Lying on the bed and smelling the scent of Briana's orgasm and Abbas's cum, Martina's thighs shook and clamped down on Darian's head. He didn't mind, he blew on her clitoris, and let out a little moan of approval.

He stood and mounted her. He slid it in slowly careful holding on to her thighs with his massive hands as he felt her.

'You are tight,' Darian commented. 'So beautifully tight.'

She looked over to Briana and Abbas. Her mouth still licking and sucking and stroking his dick as Darian withdrew slowly and with great care.

Martina let out a moan, and Darian rammed his member back in. She cried out, a cry she didn't know she could do.

'Yes, like that,' Darian said, his face buried in the flesh of her tits. 'Again.'

He rammed himself in her to the balls, and Martina let out a cry so animalistic, Darian rammed her again and again, as she felt an orgasm come on her so strong, she couldn't stop it.

'You're cumming. Cum for me.'

Martina obeyed. As Darian's dick rammed her pussy till it felt bruised she let that orgasm hit her and send her into a frenzy. She bucked under him, clawed his back. Screamed with every thrust, every withdrawal, every grunt from Darian brought her closer and closer to orgasm till her thighs shook without control and she lost control of herself.

Darian did not stop, her pumped her till his teeth clenched together and his gentle hands grabbed her soft, big tits and squeezed them roughly. Martina loved it.

He came, withdrawing quickly as Abbas had done and let his cum cover her breasts and hair.

Martina was still shaking as he withdrew his member, and sighed content. 'You are wonderful.'

The sheets beneath her were damp, and cool. Her back was arching as she came again, even as she listened to Abbas moan across the room. Her hands pulled at Darian as he tickled her clitoris with his receding member and rubbed his cum over her breasts and her belly.

She heard Briana give a little squeal of delight as Abbas pushed her off the chair and rammed her so hard, she heard the carpet scratch against her bare back.

She listened to Abbas grunt on top of Briana as she moaned and writhed beneath him, she heard Abbas pant and gasp and listened to the sound of their sex.

The feeling was glorious, more than she had thought it was be. Martina rolled over and watched Abbas and Briana fuck again on the carpeted floor, his massive cock grinding over her clitoris as he took her again, with all the frantic pace of two teenagers, but it was not awkward it was not nervous. They were confident, fast and sure.

Darian gathered up his discarded costume and watched them with the same interest she would see in eyes for many days to come.

He turned his face and indicated to the door. It was time to leave, and wait for the lovers downstairs in the party that didn't even know were gone.

Martina gathered her costume and dressed in the adjoining bathroom, listening all the while to Briana receiving Abbas one cry at a time.

She crept past them as they screwed each other senseless on the bedroom floor oblivious to Martina's quite exit.

She closed the door behind her as quietly as she could, re arranged her hair as best as she could and walked downstairs to join the rest of the party.



All Hallows Eve...



[b]All Hallows Eve: "The Wood Carver"[/b]

The year was 1664, the night before All Hallows Eve. I thought it best to go to market that day. There were some last minute supplies I would need to have before dining. 

I finished tying my apron strings and donning my bonnet and stepped outside into the chilly afternoon air. My, was it cold! The small peaks of my bosom pointed out of my blouse front a bit too much for my taste. I rubbed my palms over them a bit in a feeble attempt to bring them back down. Fie, what terrible timing this weather had! Certainly, there would be a frost tonight, I decided. It had held off for so long this year though, and everyone was prepared. 

The journey was a short one for me, only five landmarks away: past the Jones farm, the Watson place, the old wood carver's shop, long since inhabited, the Umbersons, and the Horton's place. About an hour away, and I had an active imagination. Before I knew it the small shop was upon me. 

I browsed a bit, but didn't want to dally long, for I could hear the sound of the wind picking up outside. My bones chilled at the thought and I cursed myself for not having brought a cloak while I'd had the chance. 

As I placed the last of my supplies into my basket the feeling that eyes were upon me washed through my veins. Not wanting to appear possessed I controlled myself not to whip my head around to see. Instead I merely went about what I was doing. I brought my items to the counter and hailed the shopkeeper, Harol Watson. 

"How are thee this blustery day young Helen!" Although old, Harol always had a smile to match his friendly demeanor. 

Still carrying my twinge of paranoia about being watched, I didn't have much as a reply. "Aye, windy indeed sir and I am well." 

He began to ask about how my sister and brothers were and my mother and father and other assorted questions. I could pay no heed though, because the feeling would not go away. Well, not until he asked one specific question, did I stand to complete attention. 

"Oh, by the way Helen, have you met the new Wood Carver?" 

"There is a new Wood Carver?" As I said this, my bones ceased to chill and a strong wind hurled into the storefront before the door slammed shut. 

"Aye, that was he just leaving!" the plump storeowner claimed. "Ye just missed him." 

Cursing inside for my earlier foolishness at not turning around (surely it had been him staring at me!) I replied casually, "Ah well, I suppose I will meet him sooner or later anyhow. Fare thee well Mister Watson and a blessing to you and yours." 

"And to thee Miss Helen. His name do be Jared Wright if ye happen to need him." 

Walking back out into what had quickly become evening, I regretted even more not having brought my cloak. The normally short journey home seemed frighteningly arduous and long. Every step I took seemed to bring greater power to the wind. Holding my basket close to me, I wrapped my arms tightly around my small body, in a meager attempt to ward the chilly wind. As the wind howled and my steps became more labored, the signs of nightfall came into full play. 

"Fie, but why must I talk so much!" I cursed myself again. I had never been as God fearing as the rest of the folk in town. Oh, but I tried; yet it was hard for me. It was my duty to keep the devil out of my home but it was difficult when I enjoyed my impure thoughts so! I knew that I enjoyed cursing and I enjoyed the feeling I had with no clothing on. I enjoyed the possibility that a man might see what I had underneath my skirts. Most of all though, I just wanted to be touched. I knew that would not happen until I was married. Worse yet, I knew that the only purpose was not for pleasure, but for the purpose of making babes. I wasn't supposed to know of any of this but my cousin had passed through months ago and we'd talked for hours on end. She'd told me everything there was to know. She had told me the best places to touch. Ever since, I had been either possessed or... Well, that was the thing. I often wondered if perhaps what we all believed to be true was, dare I say... nonsense? It just didn't seem to make sense for one not to derive pleasure from something if it wasn't hurting anybody? Would a God really want such a thing to be so? 

An incredibly strong gust of wind brought me back to the present. I made an attempt to conjure my surroundings. Unfortunately, I hadn't gone far; walking into such strong winds had slowed me down even more than I had realized. I was barely past the Umberson place! 

Suddenly without a warning, it began to rain. Harder and harder the rain fell until I could no longer see. The powerful and forceful winds picked up more than I could bear and I could push into them no longer. I fell, gasping for breath. 

Instead of hitting the wet, muddy ground, I was caught at the waist by a very strong grip. I felt myself lifted up and draped over what must have been a shoulder, despite its hardness. From there I am not quite sure of the exact events for the next few moments because it was then that I lost conscientiousness. 

I wasn't out for long. I awoke to blackness but could hear sound. I was still a bit weakened, but I felt around feebly with my fingers. It felt like hay beneath me, and a lot of it. I was on a bed of hay! Some of the blackness faded as a lantern was lit.

I felt certain I was in a stable. I wondered to myself if it was the old wood carver's stable. I started to gain my vision back a bit and tried to look around but became startled when I looked up. 

A man finished hanging the lantern and proceeded to squat down in front of me. "Are you the new woodcarver?" I questioned. He nodded. 

In the soft glow of the lantern I could make out his face, which was unusually handsome. I watched him, watching me. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I had seen on a man. They were brown, but a lighter brown, a softer brown. I felt entranced. 

"So, you're n-name i-is Jared?" I stuttered. He nodded. 

I then became conscious that I was alone, with a man, and that I was soaking wet and shivering. I tried to remedy the situation as quickly as possible so that my thoughts would not overtake me.

"Well, Mister Wright, I am truly grateful for your kindness. I shall treasure it always. It is terribly awful weather we are having this night. I ought to be getting back before my family worries about me. I thank thee humbly and should there be a way I can repay your kindness, please allow me to pay whatever meager amount I may have." I ceased my prattling and decided to take my leave.

I eyed my basket in the corner, but as I began to get up to grab it I winced in pain. My back was in a terrible state! I'd likely injured it while falling. Jared placed a massive hand upon my back and eased me back down onto the hay, carefully turning me over. Surprisingly, I did not resist as his strong, nimble fingers removed my rain soaked blouse and unlaced my saturated, back-tying bodice. 

Before I knew it, all of my over and underclothes were gone. I felt completely exposed in the glow of the lantern. I shivered from more than just the cold and he brought me a stout woolen blanket. He covered my legs and buttocks, leaving my back exposed. The feel of his hands upon my back sent a chill through my spine. I soon relaxed though, as his knuckles began working their way along my smooth skin, clammy from the dampness. 

As if like magic, the pain in my back was whittled away, a little at a time. I started to feel better and better and without warning I released a low moan. When I did, I felt something hard against my leg. I thought nothing of it. Perhaps it was a rock of some sort. I allowed myself to continue relaxing, even as his amazing fingers boldly streamlined down my back and underneath the blanket. I could feel moisture dribbling out from between my legs and grew a little self-conscious. I placed my palms on the hay in an attempt to get up and stop him but he brought a large hand onto my back and steadied me back down. I didn't protest again, nor did I really want to. 

I started to feel flustered and relaxed at the same time. I was confused. I knew what my body needed but didn't know if he had the same intentions. 

The way he sculpted my body was incredible. I felt like clay ... or wood. He was carving my body, until I was shaped as he willed me to be. He was my master and I, his puppet. 

Before I knew it, he was turning me over once more. It was then that I became aware that he was also naked. I did not remember him removing his clothes but quite apparently, he had. He encompassed one of my feet into his hands and masterfully began to work his way upward. Feeling extremely warm and yearning for more, I arched my back in pleasure and anticipation. As I did so my small bosom heaved, my little peaks pointed heavenward. My open mouth revealed my immense gratification to this man, this hauntingly remarkable man. I wanted him so badly to touch me where I was wet. His hands came so close to my wetness, I could almost taste it. I was so ready. 

And then my other foot was between his hands and he started over again. I moaned with a combination of pleasure and frustration and lifted my head in confused agony to look at him. I could see his furrowed brow. He was in complete control of himself and appeared to be in deep concentration. His patient and focused care made me fully aware that he was a master of his trade. I was his artwork, and he was an artist. 

I lost my last bit of sanity at that moment and softly managed a tiny, whispered "please?" He released my foot and fixated himself upon my ready expression. I nearly trembled at his perusal of me. 

The last chill I would feel with him swept over me as those caring, intelligent eyes shifted, if only for a moment to something just a little bit wicked, a hint of sinister. His evil grin caused me to shudder. I brought my arms up to my bosom, but they fell back at my sides as he eased himself slowly upon me. He slowly, carefully, tenderly drew his hands along the curves of my body and parted my legs. The crushing feel of his nakedness upon me hit like a tidal wave. I didn't care. I was succumbed by desire. I was both weak and strong at once. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him as he parted my delicate, dew moistened, flower petal folds. I was ripened with hot anticipation. 

I don't know how he knew, but he became gentle and concerned, almost fatherly then. He entered me, little by little. Just when I thought I couldn't handle more, he gave me more, and again, and again. Soon, I cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure. I didn't know how to feel, but I gave in to the sensation. My swollen folds became luscious counterparts to his fiery weapon. My tender peaks were pressed against his hardened, rock like chest. I could scarcely breath, and yet we continued on. I could not restrain myself vocally and did not bother to try. I closed my eyes and fully allowed the sounds to fall forth from my parted lips. They were not long lasting though, for I was quieted when his hard mouth pressed down upon mine. The pleasure increased along with the rhythm. He began to grunt as I bucked my hips to receive him over and over. My legs wrapped around him tighter and I bucked harder for I could not get enough. My agony worsened as I began to ache for something akin to a tidal wave to come. I had to reach that point or I would burst. I yearned for satisfaction, for ultimate gratification, and I knew he felt the same. 

He then lost all rhythm and slammed into my body with full force, creating an element of madness in the air. As I was overcome with the power of it all, time stood still. For a very long moment, we both simply bathed in that glorified instant. The, he collapsed on top of my still quivering body and we lay there, naked, with the dank smell of our bodily fluids hanging still in the air of night. I was in a state of shock and bliss, even as he rolled off of me and sat up. I slowly opened my eyes and felt his arms slide tenderly under my body, lifting me to him. Holding me close he began to hum an eerie tune as he rocked me, gently, lulling me to sleep. 

When I opened my eyes, I felt anticipation knowing I would have the opportunity to gaze into those awe-inspiring eyes. Instead, I was struck by the familiar smell of bread baking. I arose and went over to where my sister was baking bread. 

"Well, it is about time you woke up, Helen!" she berated. "You had us all worried last night! Lucky for you Mister Watson's son found you out in the rain and carried you home!" she wagged her finger at me. 

"Mister Watson's son?" I inquired, confused. "What about the wood carver? What happened to him?" 

She gave me a puzzled look. "Eh? Deary you were either hit upon the head a bit too hard or you are possessed by the devil. I should hope it was a big rock! The new wood carver does not arrive until next week! Everyone knows that!""No, no he is here! I know it!" I pleaded. "I just SAW him last night! Ask Mister Watson!" 

"Mister Watson passed away yesterday morn," she replied sadly. "I am sorry that you did not know." 

Confused, I went off to prepare for the eve to come, All Hallows Eve. It was then that I noticed the feeling in the midst of my bosom. Pulling on a thick, woolen cloak, I sprinted outside into the frigid air and ran behind a tree. Reaching into my top I felt something hard and pulled it out. 

The accuracy of the tiny carving of my naked body left me beyond impressed. I have decided to keep it under my pillow... until I can see him again.



All Hallows, Eve



By Miro Antonio White and Lillian de Jong

A.k.a. Miro and Lillian2Yung

October 17th 1876

Shadows, oppressive and cold, hung over the large estate of Mr Willard Perkins. Mr Perkins, a cold and shadowy figure himself, was used to them and indeed enjoyed them very much. He didn't live with people and seeing as his estate, The Wildemere Estate, was surrounded by a large imposing fence with spikes at the top, he didn't get many visitors. 

The front gate, a large brass contraption with winged brass demons lurking on every available surface, was Mr Perkins' pride and joy. Children of the nearby Little Wilbury village were always curious as to who lived in the large estate, for Mr Perkins never went out during the day time. The grown-ups, especially the elderly, of Little Wilbury encouraged the children strongly to stay away from that dreadful Wildemere Estate. They said it was haunted by the Devil himself. 

Mr Perkins always chuckled sinisterly whenever he thought of that little tale. If they only knew the truth. 

That night Mr Perkins had a problem; some irritating pesky children had found their way into the grounds. He sent Harald, his trusty butler and only employee, to sort them out. The children never again left the grounds. 

The rotting bodies of Mr Perkins and Harald were found twelve days later hanging from a large yew tree in the grounds right over the lake. Their remains were buried at the base of the same tree two days later. 

The entire estate was said to be haunted by the ghosts of the children, Perkins and indeed most sightings were of Harald the butler. A few attempts were made by the county to sell the estate or level the house but odd things seemed to happen to the people and machines that tried that. One entire team of engineers went missing during the summer of 1934 never to be seen again. To this day the people of Little Wilbury avoid the place whenever they can. 

August 25th Present day

"Come on Eve! Get in the car already! We're going to be late," Andrea Hallows said to her eighteen year old slightly estranged daughter. 

"Yeah yeah hold your friggin horses! I'm just trying to take my luggage down the stairs. By the way thanks for the help dickwad," Eve grumbled to her older brother Charlie. 

Charlie, who, like Eve, had long jet black hair, was sitting comfortably on the front steps. 

"Oh come on Eve we'd like to get there before Christmas," a grinning Mr Anthony Hallows said as his youngest finally managed to get her suitcase into the car. 

"Why are we moving again?" Eve growled at her father. She hadn't wanted to move. Moving meant having to make new friends, go to a new school and basically being miserable for the first year that you lived there. If you lived there that long. 

"You know perfectly well that your father and I have bought the Wildemere Estate and that we're going to convert it into a hotel," her mother said huffily. 

It was this sort of attitude that made Eve dislike her mother most of the time. Andrea Hallows was not her biological mother but Eve considered her her mother anyway. Eve's biological mother had died when Eve was born and her father had married Andrea about seven months later. Eve couldn't see why these days. 

With the luggage in the car, Andrea behind the wheel, Charlie getting in his own little red sports car, and Mr Hallows driving the moving truck himself, they finally set off. 

"We're already an hour late you know," Andrea said to Eve as she climbed into the car next to her. Eve was glad she'd brought a book and her Ipod for the journey. Andrea sighed as she watched her adopted daughter plug the earpieces into her ear and disappear behind her book. Eve hadn't always been like this around her. Lately though, for the past year (ever since Eve had learned about the move) Eve had become the moody, grouchy and sometimes exasperating girl. 

Eve, who these days dressed like she'd blown up a homeless person and then sewn his clothes back together. Eve was a Goth. Not a real one seeing as she'd had only started dressing and wearing the dark make-up to make a serious statement to her mother. The nine hour long drive had been a nightmare as far as Andrea and Eve were concerned. Following the large blue moving truck was annoying seeing as it only went about 50 miles per hour at maximum. Charlie, who of course had been driving his little red sports car, had disappeared from sight as soon as they'd left the street they'd lived on for the past four years. 

Eve received a text message on her cell during their seventh hour in the car saying that Charlie was already in the Little Wilbury pub. 

***

Stiff and hungry Eve exited the car for the last time that day and looked up. A rare smile cracked her face as she beheld the front gate of Wildemere Estate. It was still as imposing as ever. The brass demons in various shapes and sizes leered at her and her family. Charlie had just called to say that he would be staying in the pub for the night with some local girl. Anthony Hallows proclaimed that Charlie had inherited his superb genes. 

"Looks like something right out of hell," Eve remarked with a grin at her mother. 

Andrea frowned. She'd been afraid of this. "Wait till you see the actual house," Andrea said pleasantly, making an attempt once again to close the gap between them.

Eve pushed against the gate and with a loud groaning creak the gate swung open to admit them. First thing Eve saw when she looked to the left was the large yew tree overhanging the lake. It was most definitely the most gorgeous tree she'd ever seen. Evening light filtered through the tree and seemed to be enhanced by the reflections coming off the lake. The house itself looked as though a hundred plus years of neglect had hardly done it any damage. Sure there was a broken window here or there and the roof had quite a few tiles missing but other than that it was nothing a lick of paint wouldn't fix. 

As Anthony drove the moving truck up the drive, Andrea and Eve made their way across the large drive on foot. It really was a beautiful place, Eve had to admit that. She could see why her father had liked it from the get go. 

Whoosh! A large gust of wind nearly knocked Eve off her feet, only by grabbing onto her mother was she spared the fate of being dumped in the lake. As she looked up she saw two silvery, glowing eyes looking at her with great sorrow through a second floor window. The moment she blinked the eyes had gone; she dismissed them as her over-active imagination, which admittedly she did have. 

Although in this instance she wasn't imagining them. The room behind the second story window in question was Harald's old bedroom and that was where he now spent most of his lonely days ... the nights were another matter altogether. 

***

"Dad I'm gonna look for a room," Eve said from the top of the stairs as her father and mother started unloading the truck. 

"Sure hon but be careful there might be some loose floor boards on the third floor and don't for any reason use the bathroom until I have the water up and running. You don't want to stink up the place now do you?" her father joked as he set the large trunk marked 'Charlie's stuff' next to the door. 

Eve nodded and switched on the flashlight she'd brought. Careful not to slip through any holes in the floor she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. If she hadn't she might've noticed the large shadows the light was casting. Shadows that were not from anything the light hit. Dark oppressive shadows. 

The walls were lined with fading paintings that were so dusty it was hard to see what they were representations of. Eve stopped at one of them and brushed some of the dust away. Frowning at the picture she turned her head this way and then the other to understand what on earth this was. She couldn't tell. Maybe it was the lack of light in this dusty corridor. As she shone her flashlight at the painting she suddenly understood what she was seeing and immediately she started blushing furiously. 

A picture had appeared and not the sort of picture that she would've expected in a hundred year old mansion like this. It was a picture of a woman sucking a man's cock- very well painted. Eve stood nailed to the spot for a few moments, staring open-mouthed at the painting and then resolved to clean the rest of the paintings as soon as she'd found herself a room.

***

Harald sat or rather floated in his chair next to the grand piano in his quarters. He longed to play but unfortunately he had never really gotten the knack for touching solid objects ever since his rather violent and, to him, unexpected death. The other spirits in the manor were of a more talented nature when it came to touching the living world. He had during the 130 years since his death touched the living world exactly three times. Each time when he was furiously angry. 

Once when the county had dispatched a wrecking crew to demolish his home he had somehow opened the ground beneath the team and it had swallowed them whole. Once not seventy years ago when a pair of arsonists had attempted to burn the place down he had become so furiously angry that they'd somehow ended up setting themselves on fire. And the last time was just five years ago. 

Harald smiled to himself. That was when he had learned that his anger was something he could control and thereby touch the living world. A real-estate agent had placed a sign on Harald's formerly beautiful front lawn. Harald had become so very angry then that the sign had hit the estate agent over the head so many times that he'd been forced to run into the lake and wait there until Harald's fury had subsided. 

Ever since that day Harald had been endeavouring to become more skilled at touching the living world. And seeing as there was not much else for him to do, he had practised every hour of every day since. He could now clean cobwebs from the house, move some basic items like coffee and tea cups and his proudest achievement he could make the lights come on. He had come to hate the dark over the years and his hatred seemed to be an asset. 

Just as he placed his transparent fingers on the keys the door to his room swung open and the girl he had viewed earlier came in. He was so startled that he tumbled right through the floor.

*** 

Eve saw the piano and knew at once that this was her room. It was marvellous. Cleaner than any room she'd seen so far, a magnificent kingsized fourposter bed and her own adjoining bathroom complete with a large bathtub.

"DAD I found my room!" she yelled downwards. "That's great honey I'll come check it out later," came the call from the downstairs hall. 

Eve grinned again at the room she had chosen for herself. She was just itching to play the piano. "Just hope you're tuned mister," she muttered as she sat down behind it. 

Just as she started playing a basic scale to test the tuning a disembodied transparent head came floating up through the piano. Eve screamed and fell over backwards, then shuffled away from it towards the door as fast as she possibly could. The head too had let out a bloodcurdling screech and disappeared again the way it had come. At the door Eve looked back. 

Nothing there. 

Her overactive imagination again probably. Eve went downstairs anyway because her imagination was always somewhat less with her mother around.

***

That night the invisible Harald sat in the corner of his room. On the ceiling but in the corner none the less. He watched the girl gazing out of the window from her position his bed. 

Something very odd was going on. The girl was pale as a sheet but her dark brown eyes looked as though she had applied a generous amount of boot polish to the eyelids. 

Harald had observed her throughout the evening as she cleaned his bedroom with an attractive woman who was undoubtedly the girl's mother. The girl, whom he now knew was called Eve Hallows, was unfashionably rude to her mother at some occasions. She didn't seem to like her very much. The mother, as far as Harald could tell, went out of her way to be nice to Eve but that only seemed to make her even ruder. 

For such an attractive girl to be this ... antisocial was unheard of in Harald's opinion.

What could the mother have done to provoke such hostility in the lovely young girl?

Harald shrugged his transparent shoulders and decided to take a look at what the mother was doing. He flipped upright and floated through the ceiling to the third floor and floated along the corridor to the door of the master bedroom. 

Thank god Mr Perkins was no longer around or these people would've been dead the moment they stepped into his house. Where Mr Perkins was though, Harald had no idea. He hadn't seen him in about twenty years. He supposed Mr Perkins had moved on to wherever there was to move on. Mr Perkins had simply vanished in a cloud of brimstone with a loud, rather ominous cackle one morning and that was that. 

Harald pushed his head through the door and quickly retracted it, feeling compelled to utter an apology. Blinking, Harald paused for a moment, wondering what to do next. Then a loud slapping noise sounded in the master bedroom followed by a very pleasurable moan. 

Harald couldn't resist himself. He had to take in something he hadn't observed in nearly 131 years. There on the bed was a very sweaty Mrs Hallows. She was bouncing on top of Mr Hallows. Both Mr and Mrs Hallows were completely naked and by the looks of things both were having a great time. 

"Oh yes Tony faster. Fuck my ass honey," Mrs Hallows grunted, a look of either intense pain or pleasure on her face. Given the situation Harald guessed the latter. Mr Hallows, Tony ... Harald corrected himself, grabbed hold of Mrs Hallows' shiny buttocks and plunged his stiff and apparently well lubricated member back into Mrs Hallows backdoor. 

Faster and harder Tony entered his wife's backdoor. "Rub your clit my filthy little bitch!" Tony Hallows groaned at his wife. Mrs Hallows at once started rubbing it and then screamed and moaned with apparent delight. Wet squelching sounds filled the bedroom as Mrs Hallows rubbed her clit and bounced faster and harder on top of her husband. Her bosom was heaving tremendously and swinging backward and forward as Tony's member entered her again and again at greater pace. 

"Oh yeah Andrea fuck me harder my little bitch!" Tony grunted to his wife. 

Harald paused again. He had not had a great amount of sexual experience when he was alive. Having been only twenty two at the time of his death he just hadn't had the time to look for a wife. He'd been busy tending to Mr Perkins' needs. Now though looking upon this rather exciting new development Harald wished he had taken the time to experiment more fully.

As he leaned in to see better what Tony was doing to Mrs Hallows ... Andrea, he corrected himself ... he experienced something that he hadn't experienced in 130 years. He smelled something. Something enticing too. It was the smell of great sex. Harald actually laughed out loud and bent down again to sniff. Yes there it was again. Oh how wonderful. He could actually smell. Maybe that meant that he could taste as well. He didn't know a lot but he knew that smell and taste were very well connected. 

Of course, tasting something would mean that he would have to touch the living world. Which of course he hadn't done very much. 

Harald inhaled once again and then stuck out his tongue. Unfortunately for all parties involved this was exactly the moment that Andrea chose to fall onto her husband. Harald experienced something of a shock when he suddenly experienced everything going on in Andrea's body as his head floated right through her. All her sensations were forced into his system. From the sexual sensations to her mental state of thought to her bloodflow from adrenaline to intestinal track. It was the most disorientating and sickening experience since his gruesome and violent death. 

Tony Hallows now started pumping his wife in earnest and although Harald was still feeling slightly queasy he found that his desire to taste something was overwhelming. 

He bent close again and stuck out his tongue, inhaled and concentrated. The sweat running off Andrea's body was in his transparent nostrils and then he felt it. One drop of sweat fell upon his tongue and a few seconds later through his tongue and he tasted it. It was slightly musky but he tasted it none the less. 

He let out a whoop of joy, leaped into the air and a few seconds later tumbled through the floor again. Neither Mr Tony or Mrs Andrea Hallows had any idea Harald had been there.

October 30th, about Two Months Later.

Wildemere Estate was shaping up nicely. One day after their arrival a work crew had started on clearing the rotten floorboards, rooftiles, etc. Running water and the plumbing were already taken care of. A gardening team had taken the garden to new heights. Flowers, grasslands and the dead leaves were no longer an issue. The lawn looked as though it had been manicured. True, a workforce of about 150 people were working on and around the house but the work was progressing steadily. Tony Hallows had been given a deadline for Christmas but the way things looked now they would be ready to open tomorrow, on Halloween night. 

The guest quarters were already done due to the superb efforts of Andrea Hallows and her interior design team. The main lobby was done, the stairs were polished all over the house. All paintings and tapestries had been restored to perfection. Flowering plants stood on tiny tables or hung from ceilings. Now it was time to get the Hallows family sorted. 

That morning two workmen had started ripping up the floorboards on the second floor, Eve's bathroom to be precise. Just as they ripped two tiles out, a huge spout of water ripped past them with the sound of a maniacal cry of glee.

***

Eve came home from college every day seeing as it was only a one hour drive. Charlie however lived in an apartment off campus and didn't come home till weekends. Seeing as this happened on a Monday he had just left. 

The workmen's cars and trucks had clogged up the drive so it was difficult for Eve to get the car onto the property. With some manoeuvring she finally managed to get the car into the newly constructed garage. 

Eve had gotten used to smiling when she saw the manor. The manor that now looked even more impressive than the day she'd first seen it. The white walls, the black shutters at the windows, the flower boxes out side each window and the significant growth of ivy along the south wall. She loved this house. 

She didn't know why but she'd been sleeping more peacefully here than anywhere else ever before. Also her dreams, both vivid and erotic in nature, had become something of an obsession for her. Just last night she'd dreamt of the handsome young man again whom she'd met in her dreams before. Last night she dreamt that he had entered her room and they'd had such great hot and sweaty sex that Eve had woken to find that her clothes had been ripped and her panties were missing. 

She longed to have that dream again. She'd never felt that fulfilled during or after sex. She wanted the young handsome and entirely sensual man to have her again. 

Although she'd never actually met him she was certain she knew his face from somewhere. 

Eve walked into the house and felt at once that she was being watched. She glanced around but saw no one actually looking at her. Shrugging she went up to her room, weaving her way through the various workmen. 

As she got there it was to find several confused builders grouping in her bathroom with her father. 

"... couldn't have been the pressure? I mean water makes some funny noises sometimes right?" Tony Hallows said confidently to the contractor. 

"Well I suppose but it was a very specific noise and I've never heard of water that could cackle really," the builder on the floor said, scratching his head. 




All Hallows, Eve



"Whatever it was it's gone now and I think you should get on with it. Tomorrow is the new deadline you know," the contractor said briskly and walked out of the room with his trusty clipboard in hand. 

"Oh hey Eve! Had a good day?" Tony said as he saw his daughter sitting on the bed taking off her shoes. 

"Yeah it was alright. Mr Matheson wants to talk to you about something though. Don't ask! He was being very secretive," she added as her father opened his mouth. 

"You haven't been causing trouble again have you?" Tony asked anyway. 

"Not that I know of. He said it was something you must know and that I shouldn't worry. In other words you should give him a call," Eve said, then seeing the workmen staring, she added, "Can I take a shower somewhere?" 

Tony looked around and nodded, "Yeah you can use the shower in our bedroom. They'll be done here in about an hour or so."

*** 

Harald smiled. He'd been waiting all day for this. He had of course noticed the ghost of young William O'Rourke playing havoc with the pipes again. The youth and his two friends had been pulling their little pranks for the last two months now. Harald however had been concentrating on Eve. He had finally figured out how to affect the living and his first order of business was to have sex. He had entered Eve's head quite literally while she'd been asleep and been steering her dreams to their startling conclusion last night. Eve had moaned and groaned on the bed as Harald touched her young body where her dream self asked him to. He had gotten very excited himself and inadvertently ripped her clothes. Her panties he had kept next to the radiator in a secret place where he had so many years ago stashed his journal.

Eve walked into the bathroom where Harald was waiting unseen but not entirely unnoticed. Eve had felt his eyes upon her for the last two months. She didn't always know what the feeling meant of course.

This was the part that made Harald's day these days. Eve, as usual dressed in dark red and black, was today wearing a short sleeved black shirt with under that a long sleeved bordeaux shirt. A pair of wide legged black jeans, with a chain hanging from one pocket. Harald liked the clothes; he wished that his clothes were as comfortable as that. Harald was still wearing the same thing he'd worn the night of his brutal and painful death. Slacks, white shirt with ruffles on the ends of his sleeves, a black butterfly tie and a long dinner coat. 

Eve carelessly stripped off both shirts and stood there for a moment admiring herself in the mirror. That was when Harald saw them again.

Strange dark red ... almost black patterns flowed over Eve's lower back. Harald's eyes widened as he recognised some of these symbols. They were the same ones that Master Perkins had once painted on the floor and walls of his study. He was so shocked that he didn't notice himself become visible. Eve stared at her reflexion with a look of puzzlement before she realised that she was in fact looking through the mirror at someone transparent. 

"You ... I've seen you before," Eve gasped surprised but not scared.

"Miss Hallows," Harald said, bowing courteously, "I do so beg your pardon for the intrusion but I couldn't help but recognise the symbols you have painted on your back." He pointed at her. 

"What ... sorry ... who are you?" Eve said, feeling more at ease now that she had heard his baritone voice. She knew what he was of course. Plus the fact that she'd been dreaming about him for the last two months put her even more at ease, if not for the quickening of her pulse at the thought of last nights sexual encounter she might've actually covered up.

"My name is Harald Montgomery. I reside here. I lived here one hundred and thirty years ago as a manservant of Mr Willard Perkins who was the rightful owner of the Wildemere Estate at that time. We were both killed in the year 1876," Harald said trying to appear comfortable with the situation. The situation was that he kept staring at Eve's uncovered and rather marvellous bosom. It was beautiful, young, pert and very, very hot. Her nipples were a dark brown in comparison to her milky white skin. Round and about the size of a big grapefruit. Eve coughed. Harald just stared at the two breasts jiggle a little.

"My face is up here Harald," she said pointing.

Harald knew what she meant but he couldn't keep his eyes away from the breasts before him. "I am so dreadfully sorry miss but I can't seem to draw my gaze away," he said sounding apologetic.

"Oh ... you like them?" Eve said coyly. She smiled as she lifted her tits in her hands and squeezed them together a little.

Harald let out a faint whimper, but nodded all the same.

"Would you like to touch them?" Eve said. She longed for him to touch her, and not only to have the experience of feeling what ghosts really felt like.

Harald's face lit up and he nodded eagerly.

Seeing as Harald's presence in any room always lowered the temperature a fair bit Eve's nipples were standing there like fresh new pencil erasers. 

Harald swallowed visibly and reached out. Eve experienced a most curious sensation or several in fact. The most obvious were the different excitements followed closely by curiosity, which was vying for a place with dark desire and a mixture of healthy fear of the unknown. Eve's breathing quickened as Harald's transparent hand closed in. The severe desire and lust emanating from Harald was making her pussy wet and causing her legs to begin to shake.

His hand finally closed on her tit and she felt a trickle of cold dread plunge into her stomach to be instantly consumed and replaced by lust. She wanted what she'd had in her dream. Immense sexual gratification.

Harald's other hand closed on her other tit and began squeezing them gently. His mastery of the living world had certainly improved. Gently and concentrating something fierce Harald's fingers trailed over Eve's hard nipples. Eve's breathing quickened.His will became stronger and with a thought he unbuckled Eve's trousers and let them fall to the floor. Eve stepped out of them and leaned back against the radiator. Eve's panties were torn off like they'd been caught in a sudden hurricane. Harald watched in wonder and delight at Eve's wonderful naked and sweaty body. 

"Can you fuck me like you fucked me last night in my dream?" Eve asked, then before the absurdity of her statement sunk in Harald replied.

"Oh you liked that did you?" 

"Ohh yes," she panted as she felt her pussy open and a flickering tongue was pressed in.

A loud gasp followed by a deep guttural groan filled the bathroom.Eve felt Harald's tongue between her legs and then two icy fingers enter her pussy. Shuddering an orgasm leapt through her young body quite unexpectedly.

Harald suddenly found that his own erection was trying to rip though the front of his trousers. Seeing as Eve couldn't touch him as well as he could touch her he had to do that job himself.

After doing this Harald concentrated on Eve and both of them rose up and were deposited on the ceiling. Eve's naked body already glistening with sweat and her chest heaving with panted breath. Her pussy was flowing richly and her eyes were closed. Harald continued licking her pussy as best he could. He missed occasionally and passed straight through her but at least she was having as great a time as he was. Harald increased the speed on his fingers and started sucking on Eve's clit. With a loud yelp Eve almost fell off the ceiling. 

"Oh Harry!" Eve cried as Harald inserted another finger. His tongue was a blur, even more than usual, as it tongued Eve's pussy. Eve cried out again and again as she continued to writhe around on the ceiling and then after a few more minutes of immense pleasure Eve came with a wet squishing sound. A spray of cum shot out of her and straight through Harald's face. The spray of cum fell into the bathtub instead. Eve panted and groaned and attempted to push Harald's face away from her pussy. Instead she pushed right through him.

Harald smiled and backed away. 

"Fuck me Harry," Eve pleaded her eyes half closed and a blissful smile on her face. Harald nodded and pulled out his transparent dick, positioned himself between Eve's legs and carefully inserted himself. Eve cried out with glee and at once started pleading for Harald to go faster and deeper. Harald obeyed.

For what seemed to Harald to be a few minutes which to Eve were actually a few hours Harald continued to fuck and fuck Eve there on the ceiling. They tried a few different positions and ended up with Eve spread-eagled floating in midair with Harald fucking her ass like a madman. Eve panted and came again and again. Her mind oddly foggy and her eyes misty. She had no room for rational thought anymore- she was being fucked by an obsessed ghost and she loved it.

Her ass was feeding tingling sensations into her body as she felt Harald enter her again and again at rapid tempo. 

"Oh Harald I'm cumming!!" she screamed and Harald felt it was the appropriate moment to let her down onto the floor again. He settled her on the floor and his own orgasmic pleasure flickered through him and he shot his sperm through Eve, the wall and into the corridor where it stayed as a wet glooping mess until the new janitor took it for a a spilled bowl of jello and cleaned it up. 

Harald kneeled down again and started licking Eve's pussy once more. Eve felt sensations running through her body that she'd never before experienced. Cold tingly sensations on the outside that she knew to be Harald and on the inside a very warm prickly sensation not unlike a foot that had fallen asleep. 

Then there were the usual sensations. 

The nearing explosion of her orgasm. She could barely think straight. She could barely think at all. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body once again and then she shouted loud unfamiliar words that seemed to come natural. 

"He is the chosen one, he walked out through the darkness, he met the wisdom's light, chosen to find the last dark rhymes, the last rhymes of hell. This hallowed night he will appear to ring in this blissful year. Come forth and bring your friends to party on the night that has no ends," her mouth spoke as she tumbled through orgasm after orgasm. Her young body shaking she warbled a few last words and then sagged contently against the radiator. 

Unknown to either of them the tattooed symbols on Eve's back glowed suddenly bright red.

Just as her orgasm started to subside there was a slight popping noise. 

That's when Eve felt something else. Either it was a hot wet rather slimy towel or something was drooling on her neck. She couldn't tell because her eyes were still tightly shut.

"Ohhhh ... err ... Harald?" Eve said in a quiet, husky whisper as her breathing became shallower than ever. 

"Eve," Harald said, a blissful smile on his transparent face.

"Is that you on the back of my neck?" 

"Is what me?"

"That warm wet thing!" 

"No it is not"

"Then what the hell is it?"

"It appears to be a small greenish, horned demon with two fiery yet gleeful red eyes and a very long blue tongue," Harald said quite reasonably. He had seen it before. His master had conferred with it in his study from time to time. Its name was unknown to Harald however.

"What's it doing?" Eve said, in a slightly panicked voice.

"It appears to be salivating quite wealthy amounts of saliva," Harald said, looking at the little green demon with a pleasant smile.

He knew that the demon in question was quite harmless. At least it had been to his master all those times.

"Could you ask it to get off my back please?" Eve asked.

"I could but the look in it's eyes tell me it's quite happy where it is and I don't much like the look of all those teeth quite so close to your neck."

Eve let out a small splutter. "Could you then ask it why it's here or for that matter why it's on my back?" 

"WELL I IS HERE BECAUSE YOU IS CALLING ME HERE! AS TO WHY I IS ON YOUR BACK ... WELL I CAME FROM THERE AND I IS NOT LIKING WATER VERY MUCH," a booming voice proclaimed. 

"Why are you shouting?" Harald asked.

"Oh sorry there is usually more noise around when I speaks," the little green demon said. 

"What do you mean you come from my back?" Eve said, now severely panicky.

"The words you is having said and the ones on your back is an invite to us to come into your world on this particular day," the little demon said friendly-like.

"Oh," Eve said tears welling in her eyes. She had grasped this fact more readily than anyone else in the history of man.

"Yesss he'll be here in a few of your minutes," the little green demon chuckled.

"He who?" Harald asked politely.

"Well when I is saying he I is meaning ..." the demon paused, "I is not knowning what I is meaning. Does not hurt me master." 

It whimpered as cold, dark shadows started to fill the bathroom. They weren't behaving as shadows normally do however. The shadows had taken on the semblance of large black tentacles. Eve didn't notice, Harald did. 

The shadows flitted together and formed a solid mass... or as solid as shadows get anyway. 

A bright red light filled the bathroom and Eve had trouble pinpointing the source. Harald didn't. The light came from right behind Eve. 

A flash and demon after demon flashed into existence in the bathroom. This continued uninterrupted for a full minute, the flashes following each other faster and faster until it took on a strobe light sensation.

At last with an almighty flash that could be seen from the space shuttle a large demon stood up. He didn't even have to turn for Eve and Harald to recognise him. It was the Devil himself.

"Perkins! Where are you, you snivelling little snot!!" the Devil growled.

"Here your almighty redness," a small demon about the size of a large guinea pig waved from near the showerhead.

"You said that it would be a grand world, this can hardly fit my forty of us and my ego!" the Devil boomed again.

"This is just the bathroom of my former estate, your high and mighty awfulness," Perkins squeaked.

"Why here I thought you said we'd come out in your study and what in the name of Mozes is this girl doing naked on the floor?" the Devil boomed as he suddenly spotted Eve with his bright yellow eyes.

"I ... err... I do not have an answer for you there my cantankerous lord," Perkins spluttered.

"Hello, my sweet little naked wonder," the Devil cooed, his yellow eyes taking in every inch of Eve's naked body.

"Hello ... sir?" Eve said hesitantly. She could see no sexual organs on the Devil from her vantage point and seeing as the red brute was naked she couldn't say if it was male or female. Although judging by the voice she heard she guessed male.

"You may call me Lucifer, or Pookums if you like," the Devil cooed. Eve snorted with laughter.

"I told my wife that was a stupid name did I not Perkins!" the Devil boomed straightening up again. 

"You ... you did oh master of evil," Perkins grovelled.

"Now then human naked girl... what's your name?" Lucifer boomed.

"Eve ... Eve Hallows," Eve stammered.

"Now then Eve Hallows why don't you explain what it is we are doing here in the bathroom instead of Perkins' study," Lucifer said, with a nasty look towards Perkins.

"I believe I have the answer to that sir," Harald spoke up.

Lucifer, Eve and all the other demons stared at him.

"HARALD!!" Perkins said gleefully, "My former man servant sir you remember him doncha!?"

"You Harald?" Lucifer said glancing menacingly at the former manservant.

"I am or was," Harald said.

"Why are we here instead of in Perkins' study?" Lucifer asked again.

"If you could turn around please Eve," Harald said courteously.

Eve shrugged and turned around. Just as her back was turned several cries of alarm sounded and one very pronounced giggle. The giggle was Lucifer's.

"You have the words of the Hallowed summoning tattooed on your back," Lucifer said happily.

"I do?" Eve said, wondering what the Hallowed summoning was. 

"Yes you do. They are the words that are read all over the world in one place or another by devoted servants and demons on Hallows Eve," Lucifer paused frowned and then added, "What was your name again?"

"Eve Hallows sir," Eve replied.

"Brilliant!" the Devil boomed and slapped her ass with his pitchfork, "Brillant!"

"Well happy you're happy sir," Eve said, still a little nervous. 

"Could we go now oh mighty lord of swing?" Perkins said nervously. He seemed to be running out of material. 

"Why?" Lucifer boomed.

"Well it is Halloween sir and that is what we came here for isn't it? To party?" Perkins said quite forgetting to simper.

"HAHA!! HALLOWEEN IS HERE! YOU ARE CORRECT PERKINS! YOU ARE INDEED A WORM OF YOUR WORD! NOW ALL OF YOU! LETS PARTY!!" Lucifer boomed, stamping his hooves, whipping Eve on the ass one last time and then started wiggling his shiny red ass and swinging his pitchfork around like a marching band leader. The rest of the demons in the crowded bathroom cheered loudly and screeched happily and then they all of them vanished puffs of reddish blue smoke that smelled strongly of brimstone. Only one reminder of their having been there remained. A message on the mirror. It read: 

"Thanks for the great show Eve. We'll be back for more!! Happy All Hallows, Eve."