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Dracula's Halloween Orgy

By: Bacomicfan



Larry found himself beginning to regret his spur of the moment decision to hop out of the moving carriage and lope along beside it. The long ride up the mountain road from the tiny village was wearing on his nerves, especially the incessant buffeting he was receiving in the creaking, driverless carriage the Count had sent down for him. He could never seem to get used to that pounding, uncomfortable trip year after year, even less so when he realized that the horses were unguided in their galloping trek up the rocky cliffs of the Transylvanian Alps.

He felt he could depend on his own lupine skills and instincts much more than a pack of snorting, unholy steeds, so, with little actual thought, he had leaped from the carriage and easily matched its speed with his own four paws. It was the first Halloween in decades in which the moon was radiantly full, and he felt his bestial power at its fullest. As always, the beast in him took over. With hardly any effort, breathing as easily as a man strolling at a leisurely pace, he ran beside the bouncing carriage rather than remain a captive inside it.

What he hadn't planned on, however, was the sudden storm which had come up over the mountain and descended upon it's entire southern slope like an avenging angel. Oh, it wasn't the howling wind nor the driving rain which heaped regret upon him, but rather the effects of those elements on his pristine fur. What bristles weren't matted by rain, were just as thoroughly whipped by the incessant wind into unruly knots and spikes. How dismally unattractive.

Dracula's Halloween parties were renowned far and wide as THE place to howl, if he could forgive himself the pun. Every year the most incredibly seductive and succulent women were in attendance...hand picked by the Lord of the Undead to service the needs of himself and his fellow revelers. Every curvaceous wench Dracula could lure up from nearby villages and countrysides was there for the tasting...in more ways than one. Any decadent desire his guests could come up with were immediately catered to by any woman, or man, they chose. The ones who weren't mesmerized by the undead Lord's cold eyes and hypnotic gaze were convinced in other ways...usually by sharp fangs, which drained both blood and will. Any depraved act a guest wished carried out for them, was theirs. In short, refusal was not an option. To Dracula's credit, however, he had chosen his "party favors" well. Lusty, bawdy women with a sexual glint in their eyes, were his usual choice...and they generally gave themselves to his guests willingly. Likewise, horny, virile men with that same glint were chosen for his female guests to enjoy. Only rarely did one of his hand-picked playthings refuse to satisfy the urges of a guest...and such infractions were dealt with swiftly and...with sudden finality.

But even though he knew he could have any woman he wanted throughout the entire weekend, any way he wanted her, Larry still had his pride...and vanity. He wished to seduce woman after woman with his hirsute beauty and bestial charm. But this impetuous little jaunt beside the carriage in windswept rain was rendering his lupine beauty null and void. It would take some work - and, regrettably, time - to spruce himself up once he got to the castle. For only when he was in his full animalistic beauty could he seduce and conquer slave after love slave to quench his sexual thirsts. This little scampering adventure would cost him only time, but it was time he could have spent having his way with one or two of Dracula's little "party favors". Oh, well...he would have to enjoy those he did ravage that much more thoroughly to make up for it. The thought made his toothy snout curl into a wicked smile...and his thickly sinewed legs propelled him up the mountain ever faster.

Easily outdistancing Dracula's dark steeds and their bouncing, creaking burden, Larry arrived at the castle a good half mile ahead of it. Even so, the pelting rain had done its damage. With a throaty huff and snarl, Larry shook himself from head to tail, ejecting gallons of rain water from his drenched fur. Somewhat protected from the elements by the stone archway above the massive door, he ran one hairy paw along his soaked body, noting with a tiny mote of satisfaction that he'd done an adequate job of drying himself. He also noticed something else, however. As always, his sudden transformation from man to wolf had left his clothing somewhat the worse for wear. There was next to nothing left of his shirt, and his pants were reduced to tattered briefs. It was anyone's guess where his shoes might be. If he was lucky, they might have survived the change and still be hiding somewhere in Dracula's coach. If not, no matter, as he had plenty of clothing in his suitcase. A werewolf was always prepared with extra clothing during the nights of the full moon. And, on a more pleasant note, his current near naked appearance seemed rather sexy to him, and would to the "party favors" too, he thought. Again his muzzle formed a toothy grin.

As he rapped the old iron knocker against the solid oak of the door, he saw the steed-drawn carriage entering the servants area, to be relieved of any passengers or cargo by those charged with doing so. He wondered if they would be surprised at the lack of a guest inside, but the presence of luggage. Then he thought better of it. This was, after all, Dracula's castle...and more specifically, Dracula's castle on Halloween night... the night all the creatures of the night got together for one hell of an orgy! Surely, once they saw the name Talbot on the suitcases they'd simply bring his belongings to whatever room Dracula assigned him and leave it at that. Servants rarely asked questions with so many lethal claws and fangs about.

His musings were cut short by the loud creaking of the castle door. By the time he turned his head to see who would be greeting him, he was being crushed in a vice like hug. His super sensitive nostrils were assaulted by two of his favorite scents...alcohol, and blood.

"Larry, you old hound dog, you! We've been vaiting for you! Come inside. But...you're soaking vet. Vas there an accident viss the coach?" The thick, Transylvanian accent bore into his keen, pointed ears as he felt powerful hands whisking him sharply into the cavernous main hall.

Larry returned his old friend's enthusiastic greeting, his tail wagging involuntarily, despite his conscious efforts to discourage it from doing so. In his throaty growl he replied, "Oh, my own fault, really. When the moon comes up I get restless and I just couldn't sit in your carriage, though it's a lovely carriage indeed," he lied. "I just had to run on my own power, and then this damnable storm blew up out of nowhere, destroying my lovely fur."

Dracula chuckled his slow, emphatic laugh, clapping Larry on the back of his tattered shirt. "Vell," he said with a wink, "you von't be needing clothes much this veekend anyvay. I have some of my best ever party favors for you this year. Now, dry off a bit and join us in the ballroom, von't you?" Before Larry could reply, his host snapped his fingers for a servant girl to bring a towel for him.

Larry's right leg began to twitch, his paw involuntarily tapping repeatedly on the stone floor, like a puppy whose belly was being rubbed. His tail wagged faster than a hummingbird's wings, quickly wearing out the material of what remained of his pants. His eyes grew huge and his long tongue licked his lupine lips. The servant girl dripped with sexuality, her hips swaying hypnotically as she hurried to him with the luxuriant towel. Larry, ravenous eyes piercing the skimpy maid's outfit to the flesh beneath, still retained enough brain power to reach out for the towel, although he wanted to touch much more.

"Oh, no," he heard Dracula say as if from a great distance, "That vill not do. No...not at all, my dear. The volfman is my guest. He is to be treated viss the utmost respect. You vill vait on him as you do me. He should not have to dry himself. That is vhat you are here for, my dear. YOU vill dry him. And do it immediately. Remove his clothing and dry him from head to paw. Be thorough, now...for your life might very well depend on it. There's a good girl. Be quick about it...my friend has some partying to do!" With a flourish of his billowing cape, the count turned and bounded off for the next room. The unmistakable sounds of revelry issued forth from that room as the vampire lord quickly entered and shut the doors behind him. In the instant before the door closed, however, he turned back to see the servant girl approaching Larry with the towel, and the gleeful look on the werewolf's face. Vampire and werewolf exchanged knowing winks.

Eyes downcast, the servant girl walked up to Larry and held the towel in one hand while her other hand began removing wet, torn remnants of his shirt from his chest and shoulders. His paw tapped the cold stone floor a bit faster as she did. But, when she lowered herself to her knees and began removing his destroyed pants, it was all Larry could do to keep from howling.

Reaching up from her position on her knees, the girl unclasped and unzipped Larry's pants and slowly worked them down his hips to his...hind paws...at which time he stepped out of them. Dutifully, the servant girl then began to dry his matted fur from the hind paws up, slowly and thoroughly sopping up the unwelcome moisture. By the time she got to his knees, his penis was already fully engorged, erect and bobbing slightly. Larry saw her face flush a bright crimson, but she continued her drying duties without hesitation. The astonished wolfman was beside himself with joy. He'd been at Dracula's castle mere minutes, and already his naked body was being attended to by the most delicious of human creatures. Enjoying his pampering though he was, he forced himself to speak.

"What is your name?" he asked as she toweled his upper thighs.

"I am Lorraina,sir," she replied, face still flushed and eyes focused on the area she worked on.

"Lorraina," Larry sighed, barely able to contain himself, "lovely name. You are beautiful, Lorraina."

"Thank you, sir," she replied. As he looked down at her, Lorraina's eyes seemed to have wandered from his furry thighs to his throbbing penis. 

"You're quite welcome, Lorraina. Now, if you wouldn't mind, dry between my legs. It's uncomfortably wet down there. And....do take your time."

"Yes, sir," she replied, instantly complying, only a slight, expertly hidden smile creeping across her humble lips.

She worked the towel between his thighs, gently drying between them, being careful not to crush or otherwise injure his testicles. Larry's sensitive ears picked up the faintest of sighs coming from those young, sweet lips. Looking down again, he could see her eyes riveted on his ever growing erection. Those pale blue eyes seemed to be.....yes...they WERE....they were admiring his organ! And that wistful look on the young woman's face encouraged his pulsating member to grow still larger. Ahh, he thought, even with matted, disheveled fur he was the object of many a woman's fancy. It must be the wolf in him that made them react this way.

Her proximity to his muscle and the look in her eyes as she rubbed gently between his legs was slowly driving him mad. And since this was exactly what he was there for, Larry decided it was time to enjoy this wench's sweet charms. It seems his wet fur wasn't going to delay his fun in the slightest after all. In fact, ironically, this would be the fastest he'd ever gotten to enjoy one of Dracula's playthings, and he owed his good fortune to the pelting storm outside. Quite a turnabout of events...and one he could definitely live with.

"Lorraina, dear...this is much too public for me. Anyone might barge in on us if we continue to stay here in this hall, so I propose we find a room all to ourselves and you can finish....drying....me. Where can we go to be alone for a while?"

Lorraina must have been accustomed to finding secluded places to dole out sexual favors, because she glanced quickly to her left, down a darkened hallway. Larry reached down and pulled her up off of her knees. He looked into her eyes - eyes which had long since lost their innocence - with his own glowing, feral ones. With a gluttonous smirk, he ushered her down the hallway. Together they walked beneath cold stone, in darkness lit only occasionally by weak, wavering torchlight. Larry still sported a long, pulsing hardon as he hurried the girl along with his large paw on her firm, round bottom, fondling it as best he could with his short, stubby fingers as they hastened to their destination.

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Inside the great ballroom, the other guests were already partying. It was a who's who of monsterdom...all the denizens of the dark wallowing in instant gratification of every possible kind under a single roof. If it shambled, crept, slunk, oozed, squirmed or lurked, it was here in Dracula's great, brooding castle, intent on having an incredibly good time.

Of course, at the head of the great room was his royal highness, the Lord of the Undead himself...the great Dracula, lounging like a bemused god on his regal throne, watching his fellow creatures of the night indulging their whims and fancies...carrying out every possible form of debauchery. Beside him, dressed in their great flowing bridal gowns - specially cleaned and de-webbed for the occasion - were his three brides, all of them adoringly fondling their lord and master, and hissing at any other females - human or inhuman - who dared to wander within a dozen yards of their king. Smiling wickedly, Dracula had roughly pulled down the top of the gown of the bride to his left and was openly fondling her exposed breast as he proudly watched his cavorting guests. The large, brown-pink nipple - contrasted starkly against pale, bloodless vampire skin - showed its approval. On the opposite side of the fanged ruler, a second bride took advantage of his arousal, reaching beneath his flowing cape, slipping her hand into his pants, and gleefully stroking the sturdy muscle it found throbbing there.

The monstrous guests were, for the most part, disrobed already or, at the very least, partially so. Assorted capes, top hats, operatic vestments and bandage wraps lay strewn about the room, presumably to be reclaimed by their owners at some future time. Likewise, a myriad of disguises - fake human appendages, masks and such - had been discarded and carelessly tossed around the room like so many dismembered or eerily deflated human beings. Tonight, all the loathsome creatures of the darkness could be themselves, not needing their usual disguises to help them blend in as they crept about the human world. Here, at Dracula's Halloween orgy, one could be oneself...without fear of being harassed, beaten and torched by angry villagers or well-prepared monster hunters.

This year, Dracula's guests had received an added treat. The always unpredictable Mr.Hyde had brought along a large supply of his special elixir. He felt that since it worked wonders for him, a small amount added to each of the various punch bowls scattered about the great ballroom should make for a memorable party indeed. And he was far from wrong. Even some of the lower ghouls, generally a reticent bunch, were cavorting about humping anything they could get their brittle dicks into. And the vampires...oh, what an effect it had on them! Just a couple of small capfuls mixed into their private bowl of spiked gore had driven them insane. Always known for being a bit on the kinky side, the vampires tonight were trying simply everything. Of particular amusement to Mr. Hyde was the vampire daisy-chain of about a dozen vamps, male and female, that had formed high above on the arched ceiling...a moving blur of beating wings and sucking mouths. It was hard to tell who was sucking whom! With a shiver of distaste, Mr. Hyde made a mental note not to stand under that circle of lust when the spurting began. Just the thought of vampire cum raining down on his tophat-less head, or landing with a plop in his drink, was enough to make his stomach churn.

In the case of the invisible man, it simply stood to reason that he must be entirely naked, as he was nowhere to be seen. Only the occasional "Oooh!" shouted by one of Dracula's servants or playthings as an invisible hand took liberties, gave the others a hint as to his current location. And that surprised exclamation as a private part was invisibly groped was not limited to female party favors alone. Apparently, the invisible man intended to enjoy all of Dracula's playthings, male or female. And no matter how shocked they might be at fingers they could not see removing their clothing or exploring wherever they pleased, those same party favors were not allowed to resist in any way. No matter what task they were performing for their master or his rowdy friends, they had to endure whatever a guest might wish to do to them. And the invisible man took full advantage of this, along with his unique advantage of being cloaked in invisibility. Hence, many a bottle of bubbly was spilled thanks to unseen hands. It brought the invisible man no end of amusement. And his covert groping continued unabated.

The mummy, hidden for millennia beneath rotting bandages, had become quite the closet exhibitionist over the centuries. He had eagerly removed his musty bandages not five minutes after crossing Dracula's threshold. And now, only a few hours into the revelry, he was already receiving his first hummer. One of Dracula's more enthusiastic toys was on her knees sucking away at the mummy's short but rather plump sausage. As that talented mouth sucked away at him, his yellowed eyeballs rolled up in his head, his shriveled tongue licking where his lips used to be. With each shudder of pleasure that shook his body, joints creaked and moaned. Coupled with his panting, the resulting sound was very much like the worn sound track of a 1960s haunted house triple feature.

Unseen, the invisible man crept up behind the sucking servant as she gobbled the mummy's meat. Slowly reaching under the skimpy maid's outfit, he suddenly and deftly slipped three fingers beneath the flimsy fabric and thrust his invisible fingers into her young, soft pussy. As with all the others that had been prodded by those indulgent hands, the reaction was the same. The young maid, the mummy's cock still throbbing in her mouth, let out an involuntary scream. The effect was nothing short of hilarious.

One moment her mouth was sucking dried, rolled parchment, and the next her surprised shriek reversed that action. Her gasp sent air rushing INTO the mummy's pulsating schlong instead of her mouth sucking it out. As a result, the poor mummy became the embarrassed center of attention. That sudden insurgence of air into his ancient, dried body had seemingly created a pocket of air with no place to go...save, unfortunately, one. With an all too loud "POOOOOT!" that air found its way out his shriveled anus, accompanied by a sizable, puffy cloud of desert brown dust. Everyone in the room howled with laughter, even the stoic Dracula himself. If the mummy's cheeks - the ones on his face - had had any blood coursing through them at all, they would surely have turned a bright, glowing pink.

Mr. Hyde, ever the crude one, laughed raucously and croaked, "Ha ha, Mums....gives a whole new meaning to 'blow it out yer ass', dunnit?" Again, a chorus of laughter...and an odd mixture of cackles, chortles and demonic giggles it was. 

The mummy could only sigh and accept the humiliation. After all, he wasn't about to let it put a stop to his blow job. Glancing down at the lovely young creature - or human - with his dick still in her mouth, he simply said, "Please continue, sweet thing. But, please, suck...don't blow." To the invisible man, whom he now knew must be present behind the startled girl, he cautioned, "And Vizzy...you can make her cum, but don't make her blow again, okay?" The invisible man's chuckle confirmed him as the culprit, his invisible grin seen by no one.


Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003



The Carpathian Mountains in autumn are cold and cruel. In addition to capricious weather, early nightfall often makes travel after dinnertime hazardous at best. The unsympathetic terrain, even at the somewhat more benign base of the mountains, can be deadly if one is unfamiliar with the jagged rocks and gnarled trees that seem to grasp and claw at the unwary roadway traveler. And Borgo Pass, though among the safest of these upward climbing coach trails, is no exception to this rule. Add to these harrowing conditions the fact that the surrounding mountainsides are rife with all manner of predatory beasts of sharp claw and tearing teeth, and only a fool would even consider venturing anywhere near these dangerous peaks, at any time of year.

This particular night, however, turned out to be a very unusual All Hallows Eve. The customary stormy autumn skies were calm, quiet. But this led to an even more unnerving essence for this hard, cold area. Though clouds seemed almost afraid to hover above the foreboding pass, thereby making the familiar rains a wispy memory, the floor of the harsh terrain was not bereft of moisture.

The soggy ground was home to large patches of mist, which blew to and fro at the whim of the mountain winds. The air was so silent you could almost hear the vapors moving, searching for something besides rock and vegetation to embrace in their cold, wet fingers. Only the howl of obviously excited wolves and the high-pitched chitter of sharp fanged bats broke the silence. And these skin crawling sounds echoed eerily in the damp, silent air.

The chittering bats, dozens of them, were flying on leathery wings up the pass, in the direction of Dracula's castle. The echoing of their night cries made it sound as if they numbered in the hundreds, or thousands, instead of mere dozens. The howling of the wolves was different this time, however. The sound came not from high, star-reaching cliffs nor jutting, rocky precipices. Rather, the sound came from the overgrown coach path. And the howling was accompanied by another sound, the only other sound besides lupine moans and squealing bat sounds to emanate from Borgo Pass this night.

The wooden wheels bounced and creaked on the rock-strewn road, the screaming wood of the carriage crying out its obvious pain. The speed of the careening carriage was well above any safe rate of motion, even if it hadn't been in this deadly place. Still, it's pace never slackened. It sped along at breakneck speed, narrowly missing boulders and grasping tree limbs alike. Occasionally, a wheel would fly high in the air as it failed to avoid a rock, or a spray of wood dust would explode into the still air as the side of the coach destroyed a particularly foolhardy limb.

But the demon steeds simply snorted and whinnied, pulling the hopping, rocking carriage ever forward. Their eyes blazed crimson in their black faces, their flared nostrils puffing great gusts of visible breath as they strained to carry their cargo to its final destination. But even as the steeds snorted and panted, the coach rumbled and clacked and creaked, the sound of the howling rose above all else.

The night shattering howls came not from the surrounding countryside, but from within the carriage. Inside the darkness of that quaking coach, the snorts and grunts were equally as loud and persistent as those of the demon steeds. And it needs be said that not all the rocking of the coach was from the unnecessarily quick ascent up Borgo Pass.

Lorraina's head was banging against the ornate gold door handle. She hardly felt it. Larry's eyes were blazing beastlike into hers, almost all human reasoning gone from them. Those feral eyes left hers only long enough for him to raise his head moonward - craning his neck as far back as it could go - and howl from the pit of his heaving lungs. Long, soft bristles sprouted from every pore in his naked body as he bucked and heaved on top of her.

Digging her nails deeply into his rippling back, Lorraina returned Larry's howl in spades. She snorted her lust back at him, and he fed on it. It fueled his own lust. Every half dozen or so thrusts of his huge, bestial penis, Larry would again howl at the sky. And Lorraina had begun to chime in right along with him, matching him thrust for thrust, howl for howl. By now, most of the rocking of the coach was from their animalistic fornication, and not from the treacherous terrain and overzealous steeds.

As Larry's burning seed sped from him into Lorraina's waiting portal, the two bit each other, gnawing at one another's necks and shoulders. When they kissed, they bit and sucked soft lip flesh. They clawed each other deeply, either drawing blood or raising welts each time. Larry was slamming his emptying tool into her with such force that her head broke the door handle off the rocking coach, thereby ending it's mild annoyance once and for all.

"Fuck me, you hairy beast!" Lorraina yelled, the screamed sentence leading directly into another howl.

Larry howled louder than ever, and Lorraina felt as if gallons of molten lava had just been shot by a cannon into her womb. She felt it filling her, washing over her every inner wall. It heated her from the inside out. In her mounting passion, she chewed deeply into Larry's shoulder and her deeply burrowing fingernails raked up great gobs of lupine flesh and hair.

Then her eyes closed, and her ensuing howl dwarfed Larry's. It even startled the normally oblivious steeds. Her erupting fluids raged from her like a flood. The combination of those unstoppable juices and her penis-strangling vaginal muscles nearly pushed Larry's wolf cock out of her with finality. But, snarling and clawing, Larry forced his muscle to hold its ground, to continue its plundering of Lorraina's molten core. They howled in unison, sweating, grunting and tumbling about the cabin for what seemed an eternity of orgasmic bliss, until their muscles ached and their genitals were drained.

Their sexual union ended just in time. Temporarily sated, werewolf and former servant of Dracula uncoupled, slowly and with caution, and lay on their backs in the cramped floor space between front and back benches of the carriage's dark interior. Their chests heaved and their sweat drenched the old, rickety wood of the floorboards. 

Suddenly, relaxation became a luxury they couldn't afford. The insane pace of the snorting steeds slackened, and all grew quiet, except for the slow clop of hooves and gentle creaking of wooden wheels on stone. They had arrived at Dracula's castle.

As they scrambled to dress themselves, Lorraina and Larry became aware of revelry. Once again, Larry had arrived well after the other guests. The party was in full swing. Merriment abounded, the raucous sounds even penetrating beyond the cold, dark stone of the Undead Lord's gloomy home.

Disembarking from the driverless carriage, the already exhausted couple stood upon the stone entranceway before the massive oak door to the main hall. They looked about, their eyes aided by the flickering torches on either side of the portal. How familiar it was. One year ago, Larry and Lorraina had met just inside that door....he as a guest of the wily Dracula, and she as a mere servant girl, ordered by her Master to cater to the desires of Larry Talbot, affectionately known as "Wolfie" - and a host of other nicknames - by the vampire lord. Once they'd engaged in carnal activities together, they realized they were meant for each other, and the rest was history. They both must've been thinking along similar lines, because their eyes locked, they smiled, and they embraced, kissing lovingly outside that castle door in the cold, crisp moonlight.

With a painful groan of rusty hinges and a long, seemingly endless creaking of wood, the door slowly opened inward. The main hallway was dark at first, but then one by one wall torches burst into flaming life, filling the hall with flickering light that seemed somehow brighter than the sum of the half dozen or so torches should've been.

Not quite silently, as if a sigh were being made by some unseen person or persons, a light mist swirled along the stone floor. By the time Larry and Lorraina had seen it, they were too late to determine from whence it had come. They only caught it's appearance as it swirled up to them, stopping several feet in front of them, billowing upward, taking shape.

"Good evening, my friends. Velcome to my home," Dracula greeted them, his thick Romanian accent barging into their ears.

"A bit showy this year, eh, Count?" Larry smirked. "You rarely do the fog bit."

"I know," he replied, "but I've just received the most mind-blowing hummer, and I'm in the mood to be....ostentatious. Forgive me." He bowed courteously, but still grinned from ear to ear.

"I see things are in full swing already," Larry said, nodding his head toward the sounds coming from behind the door to the great ballroom.

"But of course, Volfie. Vun thing I can alvays count on you for is being late. But, no harm done. The party vill continue all night. You and Lorraina vill have HOURS to play and enjoy yourselves. So, please, enter freely....and of your own vill."

"Shouldn't that be OUR line, Drac?" Larry quipped.

"Ahhh, yes. Again, forgive me. I'm feeling very....humorous...tonight." It was the first time Larry had ever seen Dracula, Lord of the Undead, King of the Vampires, actually.....wink. Obviously, Dracula had partaken of some spiked...hemoglobin. More than likely, Larry mused, Mr. Hyde's hairy paw was somehow involved.

"Come," Dracula smiled, "join the party. Lorraina, how vunderful to see you again. You look radiant. No doubt the byproduct of gallons of verevolf semen. Oh, but vonce again, forgive me. I'm not qvite myself tonight."

Lorraina simply smiled. She had a feeling that her toothy host was absolutely correct. When she looked over at Larry, she nearly laughed out loud to see him chuckling covertly into his hand.

"Oh, vun more thing, Volfie," Dracula noted with mock sadness, "You missed the most exciting part of last year's party vhen you two left too early."

Laughing, Larry asked, "What could we possibly have missed? I think we got to see EVERYTHING a human - or inhuman - brain could stand! You can't mean to say we missed anything more incredible than what we DID see."

"Ahh, but you missed the piece de resistance. You remember vhen King Kong and the Fifty Foot Voman humped themselves into oblivion?"

"Yes," Larry laughed, "how could ANYONE have missed that?!"

"Vell," Dracula continued, "just after you left, The Amazing Colossal Man showed up. He thought Voman should've been his, and he and Kong squared off. From vhat I understand, It vas all my servants could do to keep them from killing vun another, and wrecking my beautiful castle in the process!"

"Oh, my," Lorraina gasped, eyes wide. "What happened?"

"Vell," Dracula sighed, "it vas daylight by then, so I vas asleep in my coffin. I'm going by third hand accounts, you understand. But, apparently, they came to some sort of agreement, as Kong and Colossal shook hands and parted amicably. They are both invited again this year, so perhaps ve shall see vhat kind of accord they've struck...and if it vill last. The sweeter sex can make bitter foes of men of any species."

"Well, let's hope they keep whatever agreement they made. I'd hate to have them get in a fight and knock down the walls of your castle in the heat of battle."

"That vill not happen," Dracula bellowed, "or they vill answer to ME! NO VUN ruins Dracula's Halloveen party! NO VUN!!"

After a brief pause, Dracula's demeanor lightened. He smiled again. "But enough of that," he said with an evil grin, "I need some pussy. Come....let's join the partiers, shall ve?"

With a flourish of his billowy cape, the Undead Lord turned, his long fingers grasping the golden doorknob of the ballroom door. Throwing it open wide dramatically, he turned and winked again. With a suggestive tongue gesture, he walked through the door ahead of the couple, laughing loudly and singing something bawdy along the lines of, "Vhere are my vives, I need some nooky. Oh there they are, oh, looky looky," obviously pleased with himself though he couldn't carry a tune to save his un-life and his lyrics needed one helluva rewrite.

Larry and Lorraina watched him glide off, ghostlike, in search of his brides for whatever carnal explorations he might be contemplating. When he faded into the crowd, that's when the wolf and his mate saw the pandemonium for the first time. Their eyes grew wide as they saw the wall to wall debauchery and fornication that was in full grope. Even though they'd seen it before, each time somehow always seemed new....or at least a tiny bit more perverse than the last time they'd seen it. They stepped into the room, into the madness, and this year's party was under way.

"Larry you old dog!" came a growling scream from across the room, "How's it hangin, ya mangy mutt?!"

Larry's and Lorraina's heads turned in unison toward the familiar voice. It was the redoubtable Mister Hyde, already obviously enjoying the party. All they could see of him through the mass of copulating bodies of the partying denizens of darkness, was his smiling face, his yellow, crooked teeth glinting with alcohol and other....mysterious substances. The wolfman and his bride didn't want to know what those substances might be. They worked their way through the moaning, spurting crowd of monsters and beasts to greet their gruesome old friend.

When they broke through the surging swell of revelers, Lorraina turned her head away quickly, more out of surprise than prudishness. She was anything but a prude. She just wasn't expecting the sight that greeted her eyes, etching itself deeply into her reeling brain.

On a stone bench with scaly serpents for armrests, the chortling Mr. Hyde sat, gleefully yanking the hair on the bobbing head at his lap. One of Dracula's "party toys," a beautiful maid in her early twenties with dark, curling hair and a very shapely - and naked - body, was on her knees, slurping away at Hyde's hardened member. Behind her, previously unseen due to his diminutive stature, their incredible shrinking buddy was standing between the young lady's legs and had his entire right arm, all the way to the shoulder, in her quivering pussy. Naked, the small fellow was covered in the woman's juices clear down to his own pulsating crank. Only when he took his face out from between the maid's sweating cheeks could his ear to ear grin be seen.

The entire scene made both lycanthrope and his ex-party toy mate very hot. But the odd thing about the erotic scenario before them was the voraciousness with which the maid sucked Hyde's cock. Her eyes were glazed, though opened as far as they could possibly open, with the most widely dilated pupils either Larry or Lorraina had ever seen. Her mouth attacked that throbbing target with a sense of total urgency. Lips and tongue serviced that bobbing meat as if she needed to suck it even more than she needed to breathe. If she were any more enthusiastic, she'd have bitten the thing off...along with the hairy testicles she slobbered on in her attempts to lick and suck them. Surely, Larry thought, her lips must be giving Mr.Hyde's shaft substantial friction burns!

"Ahhhh," Hyde chuckled, his face flushed with impending orgasm, "I see you've noticed how much my pretty maid loves my tasty morsel. She IS hungry, isn't she?" His laugh was boisterous, hearty, though it crackled with his growing need for climax.

"Yes, she certainly IS ... attentive," Larry replied, amazed. Lorraina, no longer stunned, stared in curious awe. "I suppose our friend's arm up inside her all the way to her tonsils might have something to do with that." A chuckle could be heard from between the girl's cheeks, and shrinking man's non-thrusting arm raised high in an enthusiastic "thumbs up."

"Yes, I'm sure he's helping some, of course," Hyde grinned, "but mostly it's because of this." He held up something that had been sitting on the floor alongside the bench. Tugging back on the girl's hair, she whimpered as he pulled her mouth from his member....not from pain, but from the loss of her meal. She seemed devastated, eyes locked on Hyde's reddened penis, her mouth still open, tongue ever searching.

Hyde beamed with pride at the small atomizer in his hand. Still holding the girl's eager head away from his crotch, he brought the atomizer to within a few inches of his bobbing meat and gave the bulb several quick squeezes. A pale purple mist fogged around his head and shaft, settling wetly onto either side of both. It seemed to glow for a moment, then just melted into the girl's saliva. 

Hyde let go of the girl's hair, grinning broadly. The maid couldn't get her mouth around his cock fast enough, but when she finally did, her already intense interest became increased easily fourfold. Her eyes seemed as if they'd pop out of her head as she lapped and slurped and drooled. Her hair literally flew about her head in her wild sucking frenzy! Neither Larry nor Lorraina even thought a human head and neck could move so fast. 

Hyde sat back and grinned stupidly, his glassy eyes rolling up to the stone ceiling. His jaw dropped and drool glistened at the corners of his mouth. Dropping the atomizer back to the floor, he gained just enough control to give a few parting comments to his lupine friend.

"She can't get enough of that stuff. One spritz, and she can't keep her mouth off my cock. She's been sucking me for over an hour now. I've already come twice! Damn, this is gonna be the best party EVER!!" With that, Hyde's eyes rolled up completely in his head, only the whites showing. He started to twitch. His moans, more like growls, got louder and more guttural. Lorraina and Larry watched with fascination as the maid's cheeks suddenly puffed out, like a gerbil hoarding food. Then her mouth became overfull, and Hyde's milky semen spurted from it, bursting like a geyser from around her still sucking lips in a spray of pressurized droplets. The girl swallowed as fast as she could, but Hyde's copious fluids kept rushing into, then out of, her mouth. Still she couldn't get enough. So, Hyde, ever generous with his semen, happily kept filling her to the brim.

With one final look to the maid's bottom, Larry and Lorraina watched still more eruptions, this time the young girl coating the shrinking man head to toe in her own fluids. His own feeble spurts, surely satisfying to HIM, added a comical bent to things. The whole spurting ordeal looked like Hyde was filling the maid with cum, she was in turn filling the shrinking man, and he was trying desperately to discharge the incredible flood of liquids out through his tiny little dong. Comical, perhaps, but all parties involved seemed to be having just a grand old time.

As wolf and wife walked away, the shrinking man slumped to the floor, his body drenched in cum, his reddened face covered in sweat from the woman's...gluteal valley. The insatiable maid even seemed exhausted, but twenty seconds after they'd begun to melt into the rest of the partying crowd, Larry and Lorraina heard two distinctly recognizable sounds - several quick spritzes from Hyde's atomizer, and the huffing, panting, snorting slurps of the addicted maid.

"That Hyde's a real hoot," Larry laughed, reaching down to grab Lorraina's bottom, "He's always coming up with something new. I can't wait to see what OTHER goodies he might have brought with him."

Lorraina smiled up at her personal wolfman. "You wouldn't need to spritz anything on your body to make me suck you like that," she said, winking. "I can suck you so hard that that maid would look like she was half asleep by comparison." Another wink. That comment had Larry groping her ass like he'd never felt a finer ass in his life...which was quite probably true anyway.




Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003



Just then a low flying harpy nicked Lorraina's shoulder with it's flapping wing. As it flew by, the contact with Lorraina knocked it out of it's smooth flight path just enough to dislodge one of the two gremlins that had become orally attached to its teats. Though the other still hung on, the harpy turned its head and gave Lorraina a nasty look, having lost one of her tit-sucking hitchhikers. She was not a happy harpy.

"Wow," Lorraina said, "I'd almost forgotten how wild these Halloween orgies of Dracula's can get."

"Yeah," Larry replied, "you have to really watch where you're going around here." Pulling her close to him, he grinned, "Maybe we should go off and be alone somewhere...like last year?" His eyes began to change, becoming lupine...a sure sign of his arousal.

"Jesus, Larry, we just fucked three times before we got here. I want to have more sex, too, but last year we missed the whole party. Let's just look around a little bit before we go private, shall we?" She tickled him under his chin and gave him a peck on the tip of his nose. 

Larry growled his displeasure, but ultimately gave in. After all, his little run in with Hyde was certainly interesting, and they DID have all night. 

When that same low flying harpy whizzed by again just to their right, Larry and Lorraina noticed with a smile that she'd regained her second nipple-hanging gremlin. Her happy grin was unmistakable. A lolling tongue always gives pleasure away. She was flying about dizzily again, caroming off walls and knocking over braziers. Neither she, nor her suckling titty-guests, noticed any of those incidental contacts. They were fused, glazed and deliriously oblivious, something that's quite common at Dracula's orgies.

That was when Larry saw two more of his old friends, Frankenstein and his "bad hair day" bride. When he pointed them out to Lorraina, however, they both realized that neither Franky nor his wife noticed them in the slightest. They were too busy in a strongly embraced sixty-nine, heads bobbing with happy conviction.

"Jeez....more blowjobs. Doesn't anyone fuck around here anymore?" Larry smirked, but Lorraina seemed intrigued, watching the two sewn-together lovers with their heads firmly entrenched between each others legs. They were squirming and moaning, oblivious to anything going on around them.

"Mmmm.....you know, wolf-boy, you don't eat me nearly enough. Maybe you should watch all the hungry mouths around here and get some pointers." She grinned up at Larry, again tickling him under the chin. "After all," she concluded, "a good tongue gets me so, sooooo hot." She walked away from him, wiggling her bottom enticingly, and meandered over to the Frankenstein couple writhing on the floor.

She sat on the floor beside the orally obsessed pair, watching them with rising passion. She seated herself at an angle so that she could watch Franky devour his wife. After all, she'd already seen a hummer being given tonight, now she wanted to see a man give some mouth action. And that's exactly what she saw.

Larry decided to sit at the other end of the licking duo, preferring to see yet another blow job. As they watched, Larry and his lady winked at each other, then hunkered down for some good old voyeuristic fun.

Lying on her back, Franky's big-haired bride had her legs spread wide, her thighs raised up with her calves interlocked behind Franky's back. Her square-headed hubby had his face buried deep in her gray streaked bush. His tongue belied his usual bulky, slow-moving pace. It was anything but lumbering. It flicked and slashed like a striking cobra, prying repeatedly into his bride's soft, wet folds and plundered deeply into her opening. In his maddened frenzy to lick her to orgasm, that energized tongue licked everything it could. Panting like a green-hued animal, he licked every inch of her dripping pussy and then some. Holding her upraised thighs tightly under his massive upper arms, he had exposed her entire crotch and rump to his oral ministrations. He licked pussy and ass alike. He stuck his tongue in here, then in there. He lapped moist pink petals of pussy flesh, then ran his tongue up and down her butt crack. It was all good to him. And Bride seemed to enjoy it equally as much. It was hard to tell if the flinching of her thighs was from sexual excitement, or from the tiny sparks leaping from Franky's energized neck bolts.

At the other end, Larry was watching yet another cock being expertly devoured. The sight of Franky's large, dangling scrotum was a bit rough for his sensibilities, but the masterful way that the Bride licked and sucked those dangling jewels was of utmost interest to him. It held his rapt attention. And the delightful sight of Franky's huge rod (the good doctor had certainly done him proud) slipping in and out of her hungry mouth was most arousing. Larry found himself glancing over at Lorraina repeatedly, hoping she'd see his interest and accommodate him as soon as possible. To his dismay, his woman was much too interested in the action between Bride's legs to catch his hopeful looks.

Larry certainly had to admire Frankie's style, though. Hovering his well-endowed scrotal area over his bride's face, he had some admirable hip action going. He was slamming his veined muscle into Bride's mouth with such energy that she could scarcely keep up with his movements. Her eyes seemed to adore that bloated sack that constantly slapped her face, and her mouth hungered for it almost as much as the throbbing shaft that drilled down her throat. 

Occasionally, she indulged her hunger for ball-suckling. She'd gather her strength and push upward on Franky's hips with all her might, capturing his free swinging testicles in her mouth, savoring them, lapping them like one might lick spaghetti sauce off a meatball, then suck it before devouring it. She only left out the devouring part. She enjoyed those balls too much these days to lose them.

But always, Franky would hoist himself up, taking his jewels from her grasp, and reinsert his burning penis deep down her throat. Once safely back in her mouth, he'd again begin his rhythmic hip movements, humping her mouth as he slipped his tongue deep inside whichever part of her nether region was handy at the time.

Suddenly, Larry and Lorraina had their peeping ways interrupted. They were forced to move back, away form Franky and his sucking Bride, for the slurping duo began to quiver and writhe, like some great, undulating slug. Moans - loud and vulgar - emanated from both of them, along with gasps and cries of passion. While the cream filling Bride's mouth didn't burst from around her lips as they had from Hyde's joint-sucking maid, she did have to gulp quickly to avoid drowning in them. And the sloshing sounds of Franky's cock slamming home in her filling mouth were astonishingly clear. Likewise, the bubbling sound as Franky licked his bride's erupting opening was crystalline in its sharpness. As they rocked and slithered about the floor in their passion, they left a two-pronged trail of sexual fluids that foamed and streaked stickily on the cold stone floor, looking like the twin trails of two gigantic snails. When they'd finished their orgasmic display, having squirmed along the floor a good dozen feet from their original position, they slumped motionless, Franky's face glued to Bride's dribbling gash, and his own weakly drooling penis still occupying her mouth. Larry and Lorraina began the applause, followed immediately by the other partiers, who'd paused in their own carnal pursuits to see what two creatures sewn together from odds and ends of body parts and organs could accomplish in the sexual arena.

"Bravo! Bravo, my friends! That vas vonderful! Easily as entertaining as mummy's flatulent hummer last year! My compliments on an orgasm vell earned! A toast to our stitched together friends on a sixty-nine vell done!!! Everyvone...a toast to lust and sex...and to the sexy, lusty Frankensteins!" Dracula raised his glass of rich, thick blood in honor of his exhausted friends. Franky, his face still planted between Bride's legs, raised his hand weakly in recognition of the honor. His bride, now trying to remove Franky's shrinking - though still formidable - member from her mouth, likewise weakly raised a hand, then let it drop with a thud on his rock hard ass cheek. Thank the dark powers that be that dead people don't need to breathe, because they were both too exhausted to move, and would surely have suffocated with their faces so firmly attached to each other's drenched "happy places."

Larry was now hornier than ever. "Lorraina," he sighed in her ear after pouncing on her on the floor, "let's do it. Right here. Oh, hon, I'll fuck you sooooo good. I'm so hot for you, you little vixen. C'mon, let's give these monsters a REAL show!"

Coyly, Lorraina again tickled her wolf under his chin. "Now, Wolfie honey, not just yet. I want to watch some more. It'll get me soooooo hot. So hot, that when I'm finally ready to hump again, it'll be the hottest sex you've EVER had. It'll give you a stroke, it'll be so good. Just be patient, my hairy honey."

Larry nearly howled at the moon. His cock strained against his pants. He wanted Lorraina so badly. Her scent filled his flared nostrils. He could taste her on his tongue. He could feel her soft, pink pussy lips surrounding and squeezing his pounding erection, sucking it dry. He wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her for the fourth time that night. It would make what happened in Dracula's coach seem like two teenagers getting only as far as first base.

So wrapped up in his carnal musings was he, that Larry lost track of the succulent Lorraina. She'd entered into the throng of sucking, groping, copulating bodies...and disappeared, swallowed up by the heaving mass. Again he growled his frustration...and began searching for her.

Bumped backward by two cautiously, gingerly humping zombies, Larry tripped over something. Arms flailing, he sprawled onto his back with a spine shattering thud. Gasping for air, his eyes searched skyward as he slowly caught his breath. Thus sprawled, his brain registered something different this year. Something was amiss...odd. Then it hit him. The daisy-chaining vampires he'd heard so much about the last several years. Usually they hovered just below the ornate, domed ceiling, entwined in a circle of lust, spurting and creaming until the floor-bound partiers had to gather up umbrellas for their own protection. But they were gone! However, the ceiling now vacated, other flighted party animals eagerly took the vampires' places.

Ghosts, wispy specters of every shape and form, fornicated eerily above the throng. Apparently, although humans can't touch ghosts, they can touch each other. Moaning white figures floated about the ceiling, coupling as energetically as their more solid counterparts below. Larry, still on his back, watched in amusement. Specters would soar briskly about until they saw a likely candidate for their carnal desires, and then swoop upon them - either from the front or rear, neither seeming to be a unanimous preference - and attach their various ghostly organs to their receptive target. It was an orgy of the ephemeral...a dance of spirits. And when the see through guests achieved orgasm, spurts of denser fluid were visible surging from one to the other. One tiny drawback, however...depending on your point of view. It seems ghost cum, though able to be contained in their gossamer genitals, is too dense to be contained by any other parts of them. Hence, once spook spunk rushes from its holding tank, it will sail right through the recipient like water through air. The end result....same as last year. Sexual fluids, though admittedly much thinner and slower to drop to the ground, again rained down on the frolicking guests. This time, however, it was more like a fine mist, with the occasional thicker droplet or two.

As Larry lay there, bemused, he watched the "ghost cum mist" float slowly downward. It was only when he felt its cool, slightly greasy touch on his face that he got mildly disgusted. In a flurry of motion, wiping his face and mouth with his hands, spitting at the thought of spook juice on his lips, he quickly rose to his feet, sputtering and cursing at himself for laying there so long. Clearly, at a party like this, where cum came at you from all angles, a bit more attention needed to be paid all around.

"Ahh, I see you've noticed our newest guests, Volfie. Like my vampire comrades, they are a bit...messy, vith their ...fun." Dracula's voice came from behind. Turning, Larry saw his host standing majestically behind him, one bride on each arm. He held them both firmly around the waist, claiming them as his own personal property.

"You should warn people about them. Yuck....ghost cum. It's disgusting," Larry said with a grimace, wiping a small, oily spot from just above his left eyebrow.

"I'm sure they think your cum is rather distasteful as vell, my friend. But, vait, now....vhere is your lovely Lorraina? I thought you two vere inseparable?"

"We generally are. But she wants to experience your party this year. She thinks we spent too much time alone last year and she missed a lot. So, off she went. And she's frustrating the hell out of me this year, too."

"Ahh...a lover's spat....how quaint," Dracula snickered, "But, find your lady and I'm sure she'll be taking care of your needs in no time. She adores you, you know."

"It's not a spat...." Larry began, but already Dracula was gliding off to attend to his other guests. With a smile, he noticed that as Dracula and his two brides sailed off, the Vampire Lord lifted the back of each bride's gown and fondled their two soft, lush asses openly. And Larry suddenly ached to be doing the same to Lorraina's fine bottom. He sighed, and tried to ignore the growing ache between his legs.

It was then that he noticed what he'd tripped over in the first place, that led to his facial ghost cum bath. The huge, stone foot belonged to the Golem, who's eight foot, concrete body was slowly moving back and forth at the hips. Larry didn't even know the Golem cold MOVE its hips, but there it was, in startling - though somewhat skin crawling - gray and black. And the recipient of those unnerving hip movements? Another of Dracula's "party toys"...this one a large, well built man. With his pants down around his ankles, the burly servant was bent over a serving table. The Golem was doing him right in his posterior quadrant! The man was grimacing in pain, as his stone lover had a cock the size of a drainage pipe! Still, the man was sighing, too, so all was not lost for him. But Larry just had to chuckle. Who would've thought the big, bad, tough Golem was gay! Of course, it could be bi, for all he knew, but it was much more amusing to think of the great crusher of skulls as having a soft spot for male sphincters! As frustrated as he was at not getting his wick dipped in the sizzling Lorraina, Larry was beginning to enjoy this perverted little bash of Dracula's. Amusement abounded around every corner!

Still, his hormones were going crazy. With all this sucking and fucking going on all around him, if he didn't get his cock in one of Lorraina's orifices SOON, he'd end up humping whatever creature sauntered up to him and gave him a wink....human...inhuman....or even....MALE! He shuddered at the thought. And he became even more determined to find his lovely lady.

Find her he did. She was again rapt with attention, eyes wide and mouth agape (Larry made a mental note of how inviting that open mouth looked). This time, her head cocked to one side, Lorraina watched as the Phantom of the Opera openly "interviewed" this year's ingenue. Strutting about the room, he was vainly showing off his physical strength by carrying his new singing sensation around the floor in his strong arms. However, those arms had help. The singing lass was impaled on his proud, operatic cock. Her legs stuck straight out to the Phantom's sides, calves and thighs rigid and toes curled with her passion, as he danced to whatever mental music played in his maestro's head. Only the lass's singing could be heard, not the silent notes she sung in accompaniment to, as she squirmed on the Phantom's mighty wand. Around and around they danced, she singing, he stopping every few steps to thrust into her tres forte, and moan in accompaniment to her lilting voice. Each time he thrust deeply into her, her vocal cords belted out ever greater decibels of song...until he climaxed into her. As she came in response to the searing flood inside her womb, they both belted out classic operatic history, to the delight of everyone in the room who wasn't equally carnally occupied.

"Aren't you horny, YET?" Larry shouted at Lorraina, straining to be heard over the singing, gasping pair.

"Horny? I'm going to fuck you til you drop, wolf of mine!" Lorraina grabbed his hand and just about bowled over other guests rushing him toward the entrance. "We're going to find a private room like last year and screw ourselves into a coma. If we're still breathing, later we can come back and watch more of the fun. But right now, you're MNE, wolfboy! HEEL!!"

Larry heeled...grinning from ear to ear. On the way through the crowd, he even howled again...this time not from frustration, but from expectation.

The room was so crowded that they stumbled and fell over other humping guests, or became aggravatingly ensnared in heaps of discarded clothing. Around them all manner of beasts and creatures were cavorting in hedonistic pleasure. It was Lorraina's turn to flail and fall, as she tripped over one of the legs of the Spider-Woman. Looking up from where she'd sprawled on her stomach, she got her first glimpse of fetishistic sex at one of Dracula's parties. Usually such acts were confined to private rooms, but the Spider-Woman had no such inhibitions. 

The Spider-Woman's arms were occupied with a glass of champagne each, which she sipped as she put her admirers through their paces. Her six legs were all spread wide, some wearing stockings, some naked. Only one leg still sported a knee high leather boot. At the end of each leg, adorned or not, a male of one species or another was busily worshipping her feet. Five appreciative feet were being lapped and kissed and sucked on. One black boot was being tongued to a sparkling shine. She grinned down at the hard working, head bobbing foot lappers. But it was what was going on BETWEEN those six legs that most garnered her enthusiastic approval. Between her six long legs were five itching pussies....each one hungering for pleasure...and each receiving it in one fashion or another. 

Three of those five needy slits had sniveling heads buried in them, tongues trying desperately to make them gush. She so loved a submissive slave boy or girl to lap at her fountains. The other two pair of pussy lips were being explored in other ways. One had a zombie's clenched fist deep inside it as he tweaked it's accompanying clit with his brittle fingers...and the other had two tiny puppet people playing with it. One of the tiny folk lay on the Spider-Woman's sparse triangle above the slit, sucking her clit in his tiny mouth, barely able to fit the entire bulb in it. The other tiny person had inserted his entire head inside her and was licking her from the inside. His licking must have been enthusiastic indeed, as the clit-gobbling puppet man outside seemed to be riding a rocky sea, clinging with tiny hands to tufts of pubic hair as that arachnoid mound undulated beneath him. Before the internal puppet male knew it, the Spider-Woman was using her vaginal muscles to suck him entirely inside her. His thrashing and squirming between those sticky walls in his feeble attempt to escape was the most exquisite sensation to her. Consequently, it was the first of her slits to erupt, ejecting the tiny man with enough force to shoot him some twenty feet across the ballroom floor. Her other four slits soon followed suit....five delicious orgasms in rapid succession. As the five consecutive climaxes rocked her quivering body, she spilled her drinks all over the two sweet maids who'd been diligently sucking her four oversized teats. It didn't stop their tongues for even a second. Apparently, it was pretty damn good being a Spider-Woman! One might even call a woman with five pussies a bit greedy! But here, at Dracula's party, there was nothing the least bit unusual - or greedy - about it.




Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003



Lorraina saw all this from point blank range. Seeing five incredible orgasms right before her eyes made her even hotter than she was before she fell. She got up in a flash, looking at Larry with the most lust he'd seen in her eyes since last year's orgy. She couldn't speak. All she could do was snarl at him. That snarl said, "Let's find someplace NOW...and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT!!" Larry was okay with that.

One last impediment just before they gained their freedom from the ballroom, was the gaggle of succubi who hung around that great door. Like hookers on a street corner, they milled about the doorway, latching onto any creatures that still had a pulse. Capturing a victim, they'd rip open that person or thing's pants..or skirt...and suck out their juices...and their lives. One by one, those who wandered into the clutches of the succubi got the best blowjobs ever....then crumpled to the ground as lifeless zombies...undead husks. But, hey, they were still welcome at the monsters' orgy! That was the beauty of Dracula's Halloween orgies! No matter what happened to you...you came back for more! And you GOT IT!

Lorraina and Larry dodged the slavering succubi. They skirted them easily, and bolted through the door. As they turned left, heading toward that now familiar dark corridor, they only vaguely noticed the shambling remains of Dracula's guests - victims of the leering succubi - as they resurrected themselves and stumbled out into the hallway, heading for the main entrance, destination unknown. Wherever they headed, Larry and Lorraina were sure they would get laid...by someONE or someTHING. No worries there. They might not be alive anymore, but they'd still find willing partners at THIS orgy!

Free at last, the wolfman and his horny lady hurried down the dark corridor, hearts pounding with excitement and expectation. Finally, Larry thought, I'm gonna get Lorraina's legs spread so wide I'll be able to make a TON of wishes...the grandest of which will be granted when I get my pounding rod inside her hot, creamy crotch so deep she'll gag on it!

Coincidentally, Lorraina was thinking the exact same thing.

Last year, when Larry and his sexy little concubine - then Dracula's party toy for him - had stolen down this dark, mildew-scented hallway in search of a private playroom, there had been little noise from the party filtering down it's cold, stone length. This year such was not the case.

Moans and screams - some of pain, some of pleasure, and some of painful pleasure - echoed and reverberated from stone to stone, the mold and dampness doing little to stifle the sounds. And every sigh and groan fueled the fire in the Talbots' loins. They needed to find a private love nest soon...very soon...or they'd end up as fornicating little beasties right there in that dank corridor.

About twenty or thirty paces down the gloomy corridor, Larry and Lorraina came to a startling revelation almost at the exact same instant. Stopping to listen more intently, they realized that the sounds of perverse pleasure they heard echoing all about them, came not from the great ballroom. Rather, the sounds emanated from the many doorways up and down the darkened corridor. Larry's ears perked up, elongating into half human, half wolf sound catchers that twisted and wiggled in their attempt to isolate and interpret each erotic note. Lorraina giggled at his aural display.

"Holy shit, Lorraina! You should hear some of these sounds. Whips....chains....and...oooh....sounds like SOMEONE'S being paddled really good! I'm getting horny just listening to this stuff!" Larry could barely contain his perverted interest, his ears moving like greased lightning at each new sound.

"Horny? You mean horniER, don't you? I'm getting hornier, too, and I can't hear half of what you're hearing. Which, by the way, is soooooo not fair." She tickled his ears, which set them to whipping about madly, trying to both evade her interrupting fingers and continue eavesdropping on the carnal pleasures unfolding around them.

"Stop that, you witch!" Larry laughed, pinching her breasts through her blouse. "I'm trying to hear who's doing what to whom. There's some saucy stuff going on in these rooms. This is nothing like last year!"

With a mischievous grin, Lorraina leaned up against her wolf. Whispering into his ear, and then tossing in a quick squeeze of his crotch, she suggested, "Since I can't hear them as well as you, what say we sidle up to the doors one by one and listen in on the fun. What do you say, wolf of mine?"

Larry grinned back. "Why, you little minx. What a delightful idea! Think you can hold off raping me while we eavesdrop a bit?"

"Oh, I think I can hold off if you can. This sounds too great to pass up. Besides, maybe we'll get a few new ideas to try, hmmmmm?"

"Well, I don't think either of us needs any new ideas. We've got plenty. But, this could stoke us into a REAL frenzy, and that would make our sex soooooo hot. Yeah...let's give it a try."

"You're on, wolf boy....where first?"

"Well, let's just go in straight succession....nearest door first."

Giggling like mischievous children, they looked behind them to the lighted main hallway, and then ahead into the distant, torch flickering gloom, to see if anyone was coming and might catch them at their indiscreet - but oh, so fun - endeavors.

The first door, like all the others along the great corridor, instantly reminded them of the room they'd played in last year. The door was a massive, wooden monolith....as were all the doors in Dracula's brooding castle. As they crept silently up to that guardian of hedonistic privacy, giggling sounds from within the room it protected became more and more pronounced.

With their ears against the thick wood, wolf man and former party slave listened intently. The giggles, frequent and utterly contagious, were definitely all female. While this only slightly intrigued Lorraina, it immediately got Larry's penis's attention...in spades. Then, between giggles, a loud slapping noise was heard by both of them. This sound interested Lorraina more than Larry, and instantly increased the flow of blood and other fluids to the area between her legs. They leered at each other, torn between the desire to rut like animals and yet stay right where they were, listening to the spanking, giggling sounds of whoever was getting it on in the room.

Lorraina was the one who noticed the light sneaking out from around the edges of the door, not just from beneath it. A delightful chill danced along her spine. Gasping, she tugged on Larry's shirt sleeve and directed his eyes to the straying beams. His eyes widened. He looked at Lorraina wickedly. She returned the look.

"It's not completely closed!" she whispered, fighting back a gleeful chortle.

"Holy, holy shit!" Larry returned, "should we...I mean....why don't....let's...." In his excitement, he was beginning to look like an overstimulated puppy. All that was missing was the wagging tail...which Lorraina was sure she'd see soon enough. For now, his denim-stretching erection filled the bill as closely as possible.

"Yes!" she offered, "we simply MUST! It's an open invitation. Maybe they WANT someone to look in. We just HAVE to peek! We'd never forgive ourselves if we didn't!"

Larry nodded eagerly. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?"

"Oh, please," Lorraina said, stifling a giggle with her hand, "allow me."

Lorraina grasped the knob firmly, though she didn't have to. The door was already ajar. Stifling yet another the-jig-would-be-up snicker, she ever so slowly pushed the door inward. The old hinges began to creak, only once, and she stopped immediately. When no one rushed to the door to scold them for their obviously indiscreet intentions, she resumed the slow, steady inward push against musty smelling wood.

After nearly a full minute of minute of agonizingly slow but steady advancement, the door was opened a good two inches...enough to see into the room clearly but not boldly announce themselves as voyeuristic perverts. Lorraina's beautiful Austrian face squeezed into the slender opening, her crystal blue, twinkling eyes peering into the room. Directly above her dark, wild hair, Larry's face followed suit, his chin just above Lorraina's forehead. Two pairs of eyes opened wide in fascination. Two jaws dropped in awe.

In the center of the room, a burgundy hued demoness stood proud and arrogant. She was totally naked, completely hairless. Her skin glistened with sweat. She was reaching behind herself with one hand, holding onto something that seemed to writhe like a snake. Closer inspection of the object proved it to be the demoness's long, squirming tail. She grasped it firmly about midway along it's length, lifting it straight up. Apparently, she was holding that excitedly dancing tail out of the way of the hungrily lapping face beneath it. For, on her knees behind the sweating she-demon was another demoness. Similar in skin color, the second demon woman leaned forward, hands on the standing demoness's haughty cheeks, spreading them. With her lush lips smiling broadly, the kneeling demon had her thick, half foot long tongue stuck out as far as she could push it, firmly planted between the red, sweating cheeks before her. So thick was that tongue, that the eager lapping action of it in that needy crevice was making the standing demoness's cheeks dance and bulge out to the sides from its constant, exaggerated burrowing inside it. The genuflecting demon chick must have been orally endowed, indeed! Never - not even at one of Dracula's astounding orgies - had either Larry or Lorraina seen a tongue so animate a pair of buns! Helpfully holding her tail out of the way of her obviously satisfying ass licking, the standing demon bitch was sighing and moaning, licking her lips as she smiled with perverse pleasure. Between her cheeks, that long, thick tongue probed up and down, in and out....and deep, deep inside her anal cavern. 

"Holy shit!" Larry exclaimed in only a half whisper, "that chick's tongue is almost as thick as my cock! No wonder the one holding her tail out of the way is smiling so much!"

"Yeah," Lorraina observed, "and look what else is going on!"

The apparently pleasurable rim job was not all the standing demoness had going her way. In front of her, another demoness, of a more pinkish hue, was hungrily sucking her nipples for her. Her mouth moved with precision and skill...a skill obviously born of repetition. This tit-sucking demoness was not on her knees, but rather bent at the waist, turned slightly to one side, her unusual angle not hindering her breast munching in the slightest.

The slapping noise the Talbots had heard earlier also had its origin revealed. The standing demoness (whom the wolf and his wife had come to know as the "boss demon bitch") squirmed as her nipples got soundly sucked and a probing tongue filled her swaying ass. Every time she shuddered with pleasure, her free hand swung something hard, the end result of that lethal arc being a loud "THWACK!" The object being swung was a large, very solid looking paddle. The handle was long enough to reach behind the bending, tit-sucking demoness, and the paddle portion itself had a large enough diameter to cover both her burning cheeks in a single smack.

As she was tongued from behind and her nipples were sucked and tweaked, the boss demoness swung the formidable paddle hard, smacking the painfully glowing ass of the nipple-licker. The effect was a chain reaction which renewed itself over and over again. The paddle soundly spanking the ass of the titty sucker made her moan and suck all the harder, which in turn begot further swacks with the fanny-reddening device. It also made the boss demon bitch wiggle her ass and clench her cheeks together, the tongue-squeezing effect arousing the butt-lapper, making her tongue still more energetic. This energized boss bitch still more, leading to a more sound spanking of the tender ass, thereby starting the whole cycle over again. As Larry and Lorraina watched, all three demon women moaned and squirmed, surely getting ever closer to orgasm for each of them. They became a blur of sucking, lapping, ass-paddling lust. All of which aroused Larry and Lorraina more than they would've ever suspected such a scene would.

Finally, the boss demon bitch screamed, straining her neck back, bellowing at the stone ceiling. The whites of her eyes began to glow a bright yellow, her pupils a demonic green. With a series of loud gasps and violent body shudders, boss bitch came, her tail twitching like a wounded serpent in her hand. A great flood of off-white cream spurted from her hairless pussy, bathing the naked breasts of the butt-licker, whose prodigious tongue was now held captive between clenching cheeks and squeezing sphincter. All the while she came, she battered the ass of her nipple sucking pet, the slamming paddle striking blow after blow on the now tender bottom. Apparently, being creamed on by her demoness boss was enough to drive tongue girl over the edge. She came with the same cream colored eruption as had anointed her. Likewise, the increase in the frequency of paddling drove nipple girl into an orgasmic frenzy. The same creamy substance gushed from between her legs as well, some of it spurting far enough back to streak and splotch the rapidly arcing, fanny punishing paddle. All seemed to be having an incredibly good time. Steaming cream spurted and gushed everywhere.

Still creaming themselves, the two fawning lappers focused on the same thing at the same time. Two sets of worshipful, demonic eyes locked on their boss's twitching, dribbling slit. Like two striking pythons, they both reared back, preparing to lunge forward, glaring at each other angrily. Then, with the speed of those same pythons, they shot forward, tongues outstretched, hungry for their boss's sticky treat. Arriving at Nirvana at the exact same instant, the competitive slave girls hissed and spat at each other, each trying to lick up their Mistress's creamy cum.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Two sets of fiery cheeks forcefully battered by Mistress's paddle in rapid, uncompromising fashion. The two slave girls stopped dead in their tracks, claws extended toward each other, even as their tongues hovered mere inches from their hearts' desire. Back and forth bitch boss swung her arm, beating first one ass, then the other, over and over. Their backsides burning and their tongues so close to their target, the two pets nearly drooled on themselves.

"Share!" the paddle-wielding Domme Demoness screeched, "Or NEITHER of you gets to lick me!" For emphasis, she again punished their raw buttocks, grinning lasciviously the entire time, eyes still glowing. Then she resumed her commands. 

"Assmunch, get that long tongue of yours inside my pussy...NOW!" Assmunch obeyed instantly, neck bent awkwardly back so she could get her head between her lady's legs and slip her tongue deep inside.

"Titlik, get your mouth on my clit and suck it hard. Flick your tongue at it, too...fast, if you know what's good for you! Now, Titlik...NOW!"

She paddled each ass a half dozen more times to ensure enthusiastic performance by her pets, and it seemed to work just fine.

"Now get back to work, you two! And you'd better make me cum A LOT...or else! I want to DROWN you sniveling puppies in my cum before this party's over, you understand? Now get busy and EAT ME, YOU SNIVELING BITCHES!" The words hissed from her mouth as she spat out the command with unquestionable authority.

Back and forth swung the paddle, from burning ass to burning ass, as two hard working mouths hurried to please their Mistress. Their satisfaction at serving was evident by their gasps and moans of pleasure...and the milky substances dribbling down their inner thighs as they lapped and bore the constant punishment on their now almost glowing derrieres.

Aroused, Larry whispered to Lorraina, "I think it's time we either fuck ourselves into a stupor, or move on to other doorways. I'm ready to hump this door here."

"I agree," she whispered back, "I'm horny as hell, too. But, if ALL the rooms are this much fun, I want to see more! If we go screw now, we might never get to see this again later. Could be now or never, hon."

"Sadly, I believe you're probably right. We can fuck anytime...and we will," Larry grinned, completely surprised at his choice. Dracula's orgies only come once a year, after all.

As they slowly backed away from the door and began to close it, they were both shocked to see the boss demon bitch turn and look their way. With a wide, evil grin she licked her lips...and then WINKED at them! Blowing them both an exaggerated demon kiss, her eyes rolled up in her head, and her eyelids fluttered orgasmically. She then began to cum all over again, knowing she was being watched. She completely drenched the kneeling playthings, squirming all over their tongues and faces. And if she'd whacked her subby demonesses' ultra-rosy tushes any harder, she'd have knocked them right into each other down there between her legs! Apparently, being a demon in Hell isn't quite the terrible thing it's made out to be!

Giggling like naughty children again, Larry and Lorraina quickly closed the door....and scurried off down the hallway, giddy with laughter....and excitement.

"You ready for what's behind door number two?" Larry asked, snickering.

"You bet!" Lorraina replied, "Let's do it! This is incredible fun. I am getting SOOOOO horny!"

And off they went, to their next voyeuristic treat, groping and fondling each other for the entire twenty or so feet to the next door.

"Door number two, Milady," Larry chuckled as they tiptoed up to the second wooden behemoth.

"Shhhh...they'll hear you, Larry," Lorraina scolded in an all too loud whisper.

"Shhh, yourself..." Larry began, but then his ears started their twitching and swiveling again.

"What is it," Lorraina demanded to know, a look of prurient excitement crossing her pretty face.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe THIS!" he said, trying to shove fingers in his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

"What? WHAT?!" Lorraina insisted.

"Listen," he said.

Lorraina shoved her ear up against the door, but could hear little more than grunts and groans and the voices of an obviously amorous couple.

"What's so surprising about that? Someone's getting laid. Isn't that what we're all here for?"

"You can't tell who that is?" Larry persisted, still on the verge of laughing his lupine ass off.

"No, I can't. The other door was open a crack, so I could hear. But this one's closed tight."

"So?" Larry smirked, "Open it."

"Are you....?" Lorraina started to protest, but then something twinged between her legs. Her experience of watching the lusty lady demons and the various other carnal acts in the ballroom earlier had taught her something about herself. She apparently had voyeuristic tendencies that had come surging to the fore in just a very short time. The thought of peeking in on lovers, straight or kinky, made her wet...turned her "horny switch" on full throttle. Instead of balking at Larry's suggestion as she'd intended to, she ended up reaching for the doorknob...again.

With a slow, soundless turn, she rotated the knob nearly one complete rotation before she heard the faint click that indicated the door was no longer latched shut. A shiver skipped along her spine. She looked up to see Larry, obviously suppressing laughter, grinning from one long, pointy ear to the other. With a grin of her own - a grin of expectation and discovery - she pushed the door open as she'd done earlier. She just HAD to learn what Larry already knew.

When their two faces were once again one atop the other in the sliver of space between door and frame, Lorraina's eyes bulged and she nearly fell laughing and snorting to the ground. Larry's quick hand around her mouth prevented them both from being discovered.




Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003



Within the darkened room, bathed in the light of a single flickering candle, two figures were indeed enjoying each others bodies to the fullest. The woman lay on her stomach on a small bed most suited to single occupancy. Her legs were bent up in the air at a seemingly most painful angle. From her bouncing hips they bent BACKWARD, her knobby knees bouncing rhythmically on the shoulders of the blissfully humping man behind her. She seemed not to notice this, nor feel what must surely be excruciating pain.

Behind her, the man held her down on the bed with the palm of one hand planted securely on the small of her back. Her hips, rump and crotch hung over the foot of the bed just enough for him to shove himself inside her and pound her continually with his engorged member. When her belly lifted off the bed due to the ferocity of his thrusts, it made her twisted position seem all the more painful. Yet, still she didn't complain. And even though she seemed to creak and squeak with each series of hip thrusts from the horny man, the words she spoke were strictly of pleasure and joy.

"Oh!" came the breathless, crackling voice of an elderly woman, "such a....good boy....MY....good boy!"

The man replied, equally straining to breathe, "Oh, God, Mother! Oh, God!"

"You don't...need those...filthy whores!" The creaking woman yelled, "You've got...your loving...MOTHER!"

"Oh, yes....Mother! Those other....women....mean NOTHING! You're the...BEST....Mother!"

"Yes...Norman, dear....only a...mother....truly knows....how to please....her son!"

"Yes, mother! Yes...only you! God, Mother...oh, God! I'm going to......CUM! Cum, Mother....CUM!"

"Oh, Norman....NORMAN....CUM FOR YOUR MOTHER! MAKE MOTHER....CUM...TOO!"

"YES, MOTHER...YES!"

Larry fell back from the door, sprawling on the cold, damp floor, his body racked with laughter. Lorraina continued to watch awe, mesmerized, shaking her head. Norman Bates was having a grand old time with Mother. His lips formed first his own words, then replied with skilled precision in his mother's dried leather voice. Mother's body bounced and creaked as Norman slammed into her like a bull moose on mating day. Her predominantly fleshless head turned toward the door, Mother's toothy grin almost seemed to convey the sexual joy Norman's twisted brain was imparting to her. One could almost imagine that Norman's intense pounding of her dried, leathery vagina had made her eyes pop out of those hollow sockets....as Norman's ecstatic ones were in danger of doing.

Norman came. Screaming "OH, GOD, MOTHER! I'D NEVER EVEN....HURT A FLY! I LOVE YOU... SO....MOTHER!" he pumped harder and harder into her, sweat streaming from him. Any of it that landed on Mother was quickly sucked up by what remained of her dessicated skin. Norman was the deranged son that only a mother could love. And thanks to his warped psyche, she certainly did love him...over and over again, in fact. And presumably, would do so forever...or, at least until Norman was as dead and decayed as she was.

Lorraina pulled away from the door, forcing herself to yank her eyes from the twisted tableau. As she closed the door slowly, just seconds before she quietly latched it shut again, she heard Norman speak in Mother's voice again.

"Now get down on your knees and lick Mother's pussy good, Norman. C'mon, hop to it! Lick that juicy pussy all up nice for me. Be a good boy for Mother. DOWN, BOY!"

"Oh, yes, mother. Oh, I want to make you soooo happy, mother!" His voice trailed off into a series of muffled moans and liquid slurps from that point on. One last peek made Lorraina shudder, but laugh nonetheless. That final vision of Norman's lapping face down between those dried, cowhide thighs was the last straw. Closing the door completely, making sure it was securely shut, Lorraina sank to the floor next to Larry and writhed with accompanying laughter. Together there on the cold stones, they laughed til they cried, convulsing uncontrollably. 

Scurrying footsteps roused the rolling couple from their raucous fit of laughter. Even in lupine form, Larry never moved so fast. He was up on his feet in a heartbeat, wiping the tears from his eyes and the smile from his face. Lorraina was likewise up in a flash, her face flushed for several reasons - arousal, great mirth, and embarrassment at possibly being discovered for a voyeuristic pervert.

Luckily, the corridor was so long that footsteps echoed loudly, and could be heard long before their maker could be seen. The owner of those footfalls didn't come into view until several seconds after they'd gotten themselves up off the floor and even dusted themselves off. It appeared that their peeping secret was safe....for the time being.

Down the hallway, from the direction of the main hall, came a mumbling, babbling figure - TWO figures, actually, thought the second figure, very much smaller than the one creating the echoing footsteps, barely made a sound on it's tiny, furry feet. Or, were they paws? As the hunched larger figure approached, it's downward bent head lifted up for just a moment, grinning behind coke bottle glasses that made its eyes seem several inches wide beneath them. 

Coming close enough now to see it more clearly, the figure turned out to be a mad scientist type..."mad" certainly fitting him most perfectly. He clutched something close to his chest, hidden suspiciously beneath his stained, off-white labcoat. He salivated and licked his lips constantly as he hurried by, babbling rambling thoughts such as "gonna get it inside onea them....heh heh heh..." and "yeah, it's gonna really feel good...gonna love it." Spittle dangled like melted cheese from his chin, which he wiped with his sleeve without disturbing the prize clutched to his chest. He chuckled to himself, as if continuously laughing at jokes he'd told to himself. But he still had the civility to nod graciously as he sped past Larry and Lorraina. Rushing alongside this obviously insane fellow, the smaller entity proved to be some sort of small, bounding animal. It hopped alongside the jacketed madman, gibbering and chittering like a monkey, but looking more like a diminutive, slightly out of proportion human male...except for the glowing yellow eyes, the fishlike lips and the hairiest little ass Larry'd ever seen...outside of his own, of course. And - which Lorraina took special note of - a cock easily four times as long as the biggest tool she'd ever seen on ANY normal sized male. It dragged along on the floor, even when the monkey-man creature was at the apex of its hop. It appeared totally flaccid. Two things struck Lorraina. First, how long must that penis be when erect? And second, it had to hurt to drag it along on the cold, hard stone floor. When she saw the grimace on Larry's face, she knew he must be thinking the same thing. All told, it took the geeky scientist and his hopping companion less than fifteen seconds to zoom past the gawking couple and disappear into the darker end of the corridor.

Larry and Lorraina blinked at each other. "Wow," Larry said, "Drac really invited some weirdoes this year."

"Hey, who are we to talk, wolf of mine? Here we are spying on demon chicks and poor, psychotic Norman Bates. What makes us any better than that nerdy lab doc?"

"Good point," he agreed. "And speaking of which....door number three?" He winked at her and pointed toward the next door, back on the opposite side of the hall.

Again snickering like naughty children, they ran up to the closed door to peek in on others' erotic shenanigans. Once again, the sounds of love could be heard. And also once again, Larry could hear what was happening with the door firmly shut...long before Lorraina could hear so much as an orgasmic bellow. His eyes got wide and he grinned from ear to ear. "Well, whattya know," he said, "no wonder we didn't see him in the ballroom. You dirty devil, you. I didn't know you guys were back together."

"Who didn't we see?" Lorraina asked, a bit agitated. "Who's a dirty devil? Who's back together? You know, Larry, this is really not fair. Sometimes those damn sharp ears of yours really piss me off!"

Larry laughed. "Open the door...you'll see. And say hi to an old friend. You'll recognize him right off."

Curling her lips in an exaggerated sneer at her sharp-eared hubby, Lorraina for the third time opened a door, violating the privacy of others involved in the most intimate of occupations. Immediately she recognized, as Larry said she would, one of the occupants of the room.

The room was so choked with circulating dust that for a few seconds Lorraina had to quietly close the door and cough several times, blinking her eyes to relubricate them. Then she peeked back in and peered through the clouds. She did indeed recognize the wildly animated male form who humped his honey missionary style. Narrowing her eyes to see better through the billowing dust, she nonetheless could not recognize the female. But, in just a few seconds, the mummy would reveal the name to her, if nothing else.

"By the great and powerful Anubis! You are the most heavenly of fucks, my princess!" the mummy screeched loudly to the heavens.

"And you, my faithful Kharis...you have the fat, powerful cock of the most sacred elephant! You fuck with the force and fury of a thousand well hung kings!"

"Oh, Ananka, my Goddess on Earth....I am about to cum into thy heavenly portal!"

"Yes, my large staffed prince....empty thy magic scepter into me!"

"May the tana leaves preserve me! I am cumming, my princess!"

"Fill me, my loyal prince!"

The two semi-bandaged forms became a flurry of writhing limbs and thrusting hips. They had apparently become engaged in their timeless fornication in a hurry, at the spur of the moment perhaps. This was evidenced by the fact that neither had completely removed their musty bandages....hence the cloud of choking, ancient dust. Only Ananka's head, bouncing breasts and scepter-swallowing pussy were devoid of bandages. Likewise Kharis, mummified centuries ago because of his forbidden love for Princess Ananka, had removed his head bandages and those around his plundering spear. As they fornicated with all the energy and desire of hormone-enhanced adolescents, their partially unwrapped bandages flew in the air about them as if blown by some powerful fan or cyclonic force of nature. The more animated their lovemaking became, the more the bandages flapped about, and the more the room became choked in centuries old dust and floating fragments of cloth. But the lovers noticed not. They simply fucked as never before, their time ravaged bodies never once showing any lack of passion or enthusiasm.

By the time Lorraina slipped the door silently shut, she was in awe of the mummy. At last year's party, he was the"butt" of many a distasteful joke when he'd become a flatulent windstorm upon receiving an unfortunately reversed blowjob from a comely maid...thanks to untimely - and mischievous - interference from the invisible man. Now, all things considered, he seemed to be a most capable lover, despite his brittle, moldy appearance. His receptive Princess sure seemed to think so, at any rate. She was sighing like a newborn babe and cooing like a dove as Lorraina left them to their privacy.

After the door was fully closed and latched, Larry offered, "Good for ol' Mumsy. He's quite a guy. I'm glad to see he won back his lady love. They've been hot for each other for centuries. I never could figure out why they split up."

"Well, they seem pretty happy now," Lorraina said, reaching her hand out to take Larry's. "And I think it's time we stopped being voyeurs and got into a little mischief of our own, don't you agree?" She batted her eyes at him and snuggled up to him seductively. She kissed him hard on the mouth and whispered, "I'm ready now. You want me or not? C'mon, big boy, tear off my clothes and show me the wolf in you."

Larry's eyes glowed again, and his breathing quickened. She saw his ears twitching ever so slightly, and not from anything he heard beyond one of the huge, splintering doors this time. She was sure that if she reached her hand down into the back of his pants, she'd feel a tail growing and wagging energetically down there. She could already feel the hardness at his crotch as she pressed against him. And it made her feel oh so good.

"All right then," Larry replied, "door number four is for US!" A low growl started in his throat, and she knew he was beyond the point of return. If they didn't enter a room NOW, they WOULD fuck right there in the cold, dank corridor! They'd throw caution to the wind and hump each other 'til the sun rose on the cold, Carpathian Mountains!

They raced from door to door down the long corridor, hearing various sounds of lovemaking and hedonistic pleasures, but they were no longer in the mood to listen or watch. They continued scurrying from door to door, until they found an unoccupied room...and they hurried inside for privacy. At least, that was their intention.

Lorraina didn't have the door fully open yet, the flickering torches of the damp corridor barely creating a small, dancing pie slice of light a few feet into the gloom of the room, when she felt Larry clawing at her clothes. Full moon or no, he was already undergoing the change. Thanks to one of Hyde's potions, Larry could now change at will. But in this case, will had nothing to do with it. The change often overcame him when he was extremely horny...which made for some very sticky situations if he and Lorraina got frisky in public. They had to be very careful of that, as one might imagine.

Before the door was fully open, Lorraina's peasant blouse and heavy skirt were in shreds and tatters. Her bra had been sliced neatly through in the front and it sprang away from her no longer incarcerated breasts like a leaping frog, hopping with glee into the middle of the corridor. Neither Larry nor Lorraina gave the escaped bra a second thought. Someone would undoubtedly find it lying there on the cold stone and smile at how it might've gotten there. Just another pleasant memory of Dracula's latest Halloween orgy.

As the cumbersome door swung fully open and crashed into the inside wall of their new love nest, Larry was snarling and tearing at Lorraina's panties. By the time his hairy paws were through with them, there wasn't enough left of them to stuff into a thimble. They'd been ripped to atoms. Other than a few meager threads, all that remained of the dainty white panties was a cloudy haze of silk that slowly settled to the ground...indistinguishable from the castle's centuries of dust, other than the fact that it was slightly lighter in hue. When Larry's claws slashed into high gear, they could be quite thorough. What had happened to Lorraina's sandals was anyone's guess.

Lorraina was completely nude before Larry had carried her, her back against his hairy chest, a half dozen feet into the dark room. She squirmed in his arms...squirms of excitement and glee. She giggled as she realized her totally naked, vulnerable position. And she got wet...very wet - a warm, steamy beginning in the wispy hairs adorning her pouting, panting portal.

Larry's keen lupine nostrils smelled her arousal. Holding her wriggling body tightly in his strong, hairy arms, he hoisted her up by her hips until her firm, round ass was just above his navel. He then reached down with one paw and clawed at his pants, ripping out the clasp and zipper with one quick slash, careful - even in his heated state - not to damage any precious anatomical parts.

In a blur of motion, the arm that had still been around her hips threw her three feet into the air, at which time that now free hand zeroed in on a bouncing breast just as the sailing woman began her descent. His other arm quickly curled under one of her thighs, preparing to catch it. Paws thus poised to snatch his lady from the air, Larry stopped Lorraina's earthward plummet in a threefold manner. His strong paws caught her by one thigh and by her bouncing bosom, but allowed her to continue her speedy descent until she was firmly impaled on his pounding erection. She let out a wail of both shock and pleasure as her wet opening was instantaneously filled to its limit with that quickly invading, swollen surprise.

Her wail instantly became a howl of lust as Larry began bouncing her up and down on his thick, wolfy hardon, thrusting his hips maniacally as he continued to walk into the dimly lit room. It took him several minutes to reach the center of the room, at which point the meager light from the torches outside began to disappear. It didn't matter to Larry, who's animal senses were sharp and keen. He could see everything in the room in spite of the darkness. Lorraina likewise didn't care, but for other reasons. Her mind's eye was seeing all the bright, colorful lights it needed to see, for her eyes had rolled up into her head and were watching the orchestra of erotic flashes exploding in her brain.

Larry didn't want to stop his energetic humping for even a second, so he merely stopped in the center of the room and held Lorraina securely by her rib cage and one thigh, rutting her as he stood there in the shadows. She bounced in his strong arms, gasping and sighing, as he took her from behind and mauled her breasts with determined yet careful fingers. Together they howled at the moon.

Thirty minutes...forty...forty-five...they fucked there in the center of the room. Lorraina had already come several times, but Larry refused to stop thrusting into her. He'd had several orgasms himself, but it just felt so damn good! It was almost an hour since he'd thrown her up in the air and caught her on his engorged cock, when Larry finally began to tire. Lorraina had long since turned to jelly, flopping in his arms as he continued to pummel her ravaged sex. Nonetheless, she smiled as she flopped like a rag doll in his firm grip. Her tongue hung limply out of her grinning mouth, bouncing in unison with her jiggling breasts and flopping arms and legs. It felt to her as if she were riding a jackhammer...a pounding jackhammer that jarred her spine continually as it bored incessantly into her liquefied core. When Larry's libido went into hyperdrive, all she could do was ride it out. But even when she was all "orgasmed out", drained of fluids, it felt good.

Finally, Larry released her, letting her slide slowly down the front of his body until her feet touched the floor. She wavered there on wobbly legs as he slowly inched his way out of her. She gasped with a combination of relief and disappointment as he slipped free of her quivering flower. Larry began kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly, belying his somewhat bestial appearance and his previously animalistic plundering of her.

The two of them were just about to collapse to the floor when suddenly the room was flooded with sound, sound which originated in the hallway beyond the still opened door. Turning slowly and sheepishly toward the entranceway, Larry and Lorraina saw a host of grinning, chortling, whistling faces. A dozen pair of applauding hands, and other odd appendages, were showing their approval of the sexy show they'd just been treated to. 

Norman Bates was there, his mad eyes leering at Lorraina and Larry, his insane hands clapping Mother's hands for her as he held her up from behind, his hips rocking gently as he invaded her leathery bottom. Impaled on her still living son's throbbing penis, Mother's legs flopped similarly to the way Lorraina's had when Larry was soundly banging her. But with Norman and Mother it just looked...humorous. As he applauded the Talbots' incredible show of stamina, Norman cheered in first his own voice, then Mother's, though Mother didn't TOTALLY approve.

Kharis and Ananka were there, arms around each other's waist, hugging sweetly. Cheek to cheek, they cheered the Talbots' marathon sexual display. As they stroked each other lightly, bits of centuries old bandaging crumbled to dust or fluttered lightly to the floor. Turned on by what they'd seen, they didn't stick around long, as they were eager to continue their own erotic endeavors.




Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003



Also in the crowd of onlookers was the group of sexy demon chicks. The boss demoness sat atop one of her pleasure-givers, who, on all fours for her demoness's comfort, and with two firm thighs straddling her neck, was trying desperately to crane her head around enough to lick a bossy but succulent thigh. The other demon plaything fondled her Mistress's breasts, lapping the nearest nipple as she still eagerly watched the final throes of the Talbots' desire. As before, the paddle was moving from ass to ass, making already rosy flesh all the more fiery in hue.

Aside from these familiar faces, several other onlookers hooted their approval. Most of these Larry and Lorraina had never seen before. Apparently, in their haste to entwine in lustful bliss, they'd neglected to close the door, and for almost an hour their heated coupling had been watched and enjoyed by others....even as they'd had their turn at voyeurism earlier. Dracula's Halloween orgy was no different from life in general, to wit...turnabout was fair play. The voyeurs had been watched. But, at least their horny display had been a hit.

Lorraina giggled sheepishly as Larry strode over to the door. Grinning, he bowed dramatically to his applauding public, and slowly closed the door. The cheering slowly subsided, and the diverse crowd of demons, maniacs, monsters and other assorted denizens of darkness, ambled off in pursuit of their own legend-making fornication.

Able to see in the darkness, Larry lit a wall torch and a candelabra on the bedside table. The room came alive with flickering, dancing shadows. 

"Ahhh," Lorraina smiled, "so THERE'S the bed. We never made it that far, did we, oh horny one?"

"Heh....well...sorry 'bout that, babe," he replied, "But, hey, I don't recall YOU complaining."

She walked up to him and put her arms up around his neck, kissing him gently and slowly on the lips. "I NEVER complain when my studly wolfman fucks me like that."

"Then how about you let me fuck you again, but this time slow and sensual?" His eyes began to smolder again. "How about I kiss you all over....real slow like...take my time...then ride you until dawn. How would that be, my sexy ex-playtoy?"

"Well, now, if you throw in a good licking between my legs like we've seen others doing tonight, I'm all for it." She tickled his ears and sucked his lower lip, her eyes twinkling at his.

"Well, if I lick you, fair's fair. Do I get a good hummer out of this?" His grin was so wide that the corner of his mouth nearly reached Lorraina's fingers as they continued to tickle his elongating ears.

"Wolf of mine," Lorraina purred, "not only will I suck you til your eyes pop out, but I will make the maid that was blowing Mr. Hyde look like a schoolgirl with a lollipop."

Larry's ears started twitching. His wagging tail ripped through his pants. He started panting like a dog in heat. That low, guttural growl began somewhere in the depths of his throat. And like a puppy whose belly was being rubbed, his left hind paw tapped the floor excitedly.

Lorraina, looking him lasciviously in the eye ordered, "Now get those pants completely off before I rip them off you. I'm gonna bite that firm ass of yours before I gobble up your hairy cock. Heel, boy...heel!"

"Oh, really?" Larry grinned, "If you want them off so bad, why don't you just go ahead and tear them off? C'mon, I dare ya."

Before Larry knew what hit him, Lorraina grabbed him around his waist, then quickly lowered her hands to capture his ass. She thrust herself against him with her full weight, knocking him off balance. He tumbled backward onto the large, inviting bed. He slammed into the soft mattress with a loud "whooooof!" exploding from his lungs and lips. By the time his lungs could suck in more air to replace that which had been forced from them, Lorraina was indeed ripping his pants off him. With every bit as much animalistic lust as he'd shown earlier removing her clothing, Lorraina tore at Larry's pants. Since they'd already been torn in front by his claws and in the rear by his bursting free tail, all Lorraina had to do was tear them outward from the center and they came apart in two halves, which she easily slid down his legs. After making quick work of his shoes and socks, she leapt up onto him, sitting on his now naked thighs as he lay on his back. She yanked at his shirt, tearing it to shreds. A final yank on his sliced briefs and the job was done. Panting, she leered down at him as she sat on his stomach. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hmmm....just who's the animal around here, anyway?" he laughed.

"We both are," she replied. "That's why we're so good together. We're just a couple of horny animals."

"Yes," he agreed, contemplating the beauty of the truth of her response, "that we are."

Grabbing her suddenly, Larry threw her onto the bed and pounced on top of her. She squealed with delight. 

"Rip MY clothes off, will ya?" he said, tickling her. "You'll pay for that. I'm going to kiss and lick and suck every inch of you. And then, yes, my pretty young thing....I'm going to EAT YOU UP!"

"Oh my!" Lorraina cried dramatically, "The big bad wolf is going to eat me! What SHALL I do?" She giggled uncontrollably.

"What SHALL you do?" Larry mimicked wickedly. "Why, lie back and enjoy it!" 

A long, hot tongue slid slowly from an eager mouth. It began at Lorraina's neck and shoulders and moved slowly downward. She shuddered. She felt every lick as if it was magnified by her brain. She tingled everywhere that tongue stroked her. But when it finally got to the tuft between her legs, her eyes once again took a stroll up into her skull. But even with her brain melting, she had enough presence of mind to keep up her end of the bargain. With her mouth wide open, she pulled on Larry's thighs until his erect muscle dangled over her face. Hungrily, she shoved it between her lips and sucked. Reaching around to grab his ass cheeks with greedy fingers, she pulled him to her. She took that throbbing cock all the way into her mouth....just as she felt Larry's six inch long tongue slip inside her. She shuddered from her head to her knees. And she could feel Larry's backside shuddering too. But then both their minds went blank as they quivered against each other, mouths eagerly giving pleasure.

As the lust-crazed Talbots engaged in sex act after sex act, so, too, did all of Dracula's other guests...and the mighty Vampire Lord himself. Dracula was never one to refrain from pleasures of the body just to watch others satisfy themselves. Host or not, he lived to sate all his needs, whether it be his ravenous urge to suck the life blood from some sweet young flower, or to pluck that flower in a much more intimate fashion.

And so once again the Master of all he surveyed imposed his perverse desires on his equally perverse brides. In the center of the ballroom, the horny count lined his obsequious, fawning wives on all fours before him. Stepping on the backs of their necks with a heavy boot, he one by one forced their heads down to the stone floor. They snarled and hissed their displeasure, but would never even consider disobeying their lord and master. To do so would be to tempt a most unpleasant fate.

Having the vampiric trio there on the floor, their faces against earth and rock and their bottoms high in the air, pleased Dracula no end. He walked from one to the next, throwing their flowing wedding gowns up over their heads, baring their pale-skinned asses and slits to his appreciative throng of guests. A cheer went up from the onlookers, as potent as the snarls and spitting of the humiliated brides.

Dracula openly fondled those bared arses and genitals for the pleasure of his chortling guests...and his own, of course. Throwing off his cape dramatically, immediately snapping his fingers for a servant girl to gather it up off the floor, he then unzipped his tight, midnight black pants and withdrew his formidable tool. As always, the crowd sighed and gasped in awe of its magnificence. Thicker around than the business end of a billy club and at least a good fourteen inches long, it never failed to impress the ladies, nor make the men envious.

One after the other, Dracula fucked his humbled brides for all to see. Renowned for his sexual prowess and unmatchable stamina, the vampire lord soundly banged all three women - both vaginally and anally - amidst the cheers and hoots of his frothing guests.

When he was done, he stood behind them, grinning wickedly. He then invited his drooling guests to take them, any way they so chose. Normally, Dracula would never share his personal property this way, and would gladly kill or maim anyone who tried to so much as fondle one of them. But, once a year, at his fabled Halloween orgy, he'd happily share them with any who might get pleasure from them. Perhaps this was why the brides themselves have never truly been fond of this hallowed night.

Zombies, fiends, other vampires and all manner of creatures and monsters had their way with the three angry brides. Their gowns were ripped from them and every one of their orifices were filled with cocks, tongues, nipples, fingers, tentacles, pseudopods, toes and whatnot. Several of the succubi were even given strapons and allowed to hump the brides to their hearts' content, to the amusement of the salivating throng. Only when the three exhausted vampiresses slumped exhausted to the floor did Dracula show them a crumb of mercy. He allowed them to lie on their backs while the orifice filling continued. The final indignity for his seething wives was that as they lay there barely able to move, anyone who wanted to ejaculate upon them was allowed to do so...and there were many volunteers. Female guests straddled their heads and played with themselves, their gushing fluids anointing the bared - but currently judiciously impotent - fangs of the pale fleshed women. Male guests simply stroked themselves over their prostrate bodies and added their juices to those of dozens of others. Dracula himself even joined in the fun, happily spurting his copious seminal streams all over the hissing trio. By the time it was all done, the three writhing vamps were coated in gallons of liquids of various consistencies...the mingled cum of monsters.

When it was all done, Dracula zipped himself up and stood straddling the middle bride, raising his arms in sexual triumph, his back arched so his evil cackle could be directed to the Romanian sky above. His laugh was raucous and totally perverse. He reveled in the carnality of this sort of delightfully twisted display. When his laughter subsided, he lifted his concubines from the floor one by one, kissed each once on any spot that was relatively slime-free, and spanked them all on both cheeks briefly. 

"You have served your Master vell, my brides. Go clean yourselves up and re-attire yourselves, then return to your places by my throne. You vill be revarded later. I vill give you some strong, young humans to dine upon...before I have need of your bodies for my own pleasures again much later." To the throng, he added, "Please, some applause for my very cooperative brides. They give their all for me...and for you, my happy guests."

The naked, dripping brides hurried off, eyes blazing crimson and sharp fanged mouths twisted in anger. Yet, for all their humiliation, they were excited. They'd each even come several times during the entire ordeal. Besides which, they had pleased their Master...and that was more important than ANYTHING. All three of them were eager for their tasty rewards....and the touch of Dracula again as the night progressed. It was, after all, what they lived for...his touch, his monstrous cock, his eternal abuse. Each shuddered with a deep, yearning desire for him.

As his brides smoldered off to bathe their humiliated bodies, dragging their moldy gowns behind them, Dracula couldn't resist one final display of his power. He called over two young servant girls - barely into their twenties - to stand before him. They cowered before him, eyes lowered, fear emanating from them like an oily vapor. Dracula bade them raise their heads and look him in the eye. They did so, shivering.

"Goooood," he smiled, "now bend over, both of you, and kiss my royal cock." He unzipped his pants again and withdrew his member, holding it toward them for their adoration.

They once again obeyed, this time more eagerly. In the Dracula household, it was an honor to be allowed to kiss ANY part of their Lord. Each in turn, they bent and reverently kissed his still partially swollen penis. As each kissed it, he rubbed the still wet slit across their lips, leaving a glistening residue on them. The servant girls swooned at such an honor being bestowed upon them. Dracula smiled broadly.

"Now," he continued, placing his penis back in his pants - eliciting a look of sadness from the girls' faces, "you deserve a reward. Bend over, both of you. Lift up your skirts and pull your panties down. Show my guests your delicious young buttocks and your soft, vet pussies."

Shuddering, not entirely with shame, they obeyed. Bent over and breathing heavily, they lowered their panties for the admiring crowd. After they lowered them, the women remained bent over, boldly displaying their asses and pussies for all to see. The crowd hooted their approval, several creatures of both sexes coming up for a closer look. A few even sniffed the brazenly displayed areas, bringing rosy blushes to the faces of the young maids.

"Now," Dracula said to the mass of oglers, "observe my power over all vomen. My loyal servants here have earned a reward for their obedience and their gracious display of their charms for us all to enjoy."

He bent down to the girl on his left, whispering in her ear. "Cum," he commanded in a quiet, but firm, voice. The girl shuddered and her eyes glazed over. From her already glistening slit there came a gush of fluids that dripped to the floor and dribbled down her inner thighs. Gasping, the young woman found her legs becoming wobbly, and she sunk to the floor and sat in her own widening puddle. She then passed out and flopped onto her side, a huge smile having crept unashamedly across her lovely face.

The second servant girl saw this and gasped, envious of the reward her peer received. But she needn't have been envious. Dracula likewise rewarded her. The girl began shuddering as soon as Dracula bent to whisper in her ear. But before he whispered, he licked her neck, making her think she was going to be bitten. Dracula laughed when she stiffened in preparation.

"I'm not going to bite you, girl," he whispered. "But I vant you to cum for me as vell. Imagine my royal cock deep inside you, filling you with my supremely perfect seed."

The girl closed her eyes, imagining such an incredible honor. Her legs began to buckle, but Dracula held her firmly in place with his mighty hands. Knowing the girl wouldn't last long at this rate, he commanded her, "Come, my child. Come hard and long, then squirm on the floor in ecstasy for my guests to enjoy."

Instantly, the young maid gushed from between her legs. Unlike her peer, she didn't just flow and dribble, but spurt in volley after volley from her slit. She sunk to her knees before her Lord, and then fell backwards, writhing in ecstasy, touching herself and spraying her juices forth as far as her own ankles. Applause rocked the ballroom.

"And now, my loyal guests," Dracula beamed, "you may take them as you see fit. Have your vay vith these two young servant girls as you did my brides. They are vet and ready for your many pleasures!" Instantly, the two drenched women were set upon by human and beast, all intent on plundering their young bodies. Every one of their orifices was poked, prodded, explored and filled, even the first maid...who remained unconscious throughout the better part of the ordeal. Dracula swaggered back to his throne to watch.

Back in the small private room down the dank corridor off the main hall, Larry and Lorraina were just finishing their fourth copulatory act since finally closing the door. Lorraina lay partially on the floor, her back against the side of the bed and only her shoulders, neck and head touching the floor, supporting her weight as her legs rose upward into the air. Larry stood in front of her, holding her firmly by her thighs, which were loosely wrapped around his hips. Pulling upward on her thighs while thrusting forcefully downward with his muscular thighs and hips, he slammed his enormous cock deeply into her over and over again. With each downward thrust, Lorraina's sweating bottom rocked the bed, sending it bouncing inch by inch backward. Only when it reached the room's far wall did it stop, and Larry could stop inching forward and concentrate on the intense fucking at hand. Lorraina's calves dangled freely, her feet up near the bottoms of his shoulder blades, and her heels kicked Larry in the back with every muscle-slamming thrust. Both were howling and panting, like the rutting animals they had become. Though Lorraina was jacked up to the max, there was little she could do except ride along with Larry's continuously ramming piston. But she needed to do SOMETHING...lick something...suck something...anything! So, as her wolfish hubby fucked her senseless, she craned her head from side to side and licked, sucked and BIT his ankles, snarling and howling every second.

When Larry came, it felt to Lorraina like someone had pushed a garden hose into her and then turned on the pressure full force. With her teeth gnawing deeply on his ankle, Lorraina's own orgasm shot up and out of her, spitting around Larry's still thrusting rod. Their mixed howls could be heard throughout the castle, reverberating from wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling. After his strength-robbing explosion, Larry collapsed onto his back in front of Lorraina. She then teetered for a second or two, swaying precariously above her wasted lover, and ultimately crashed forward like a toppling tree on top of him, her ankles clipping his pointy ears and her exhausted weight forcing a loud rush of air from his lungs.

It took the young lovers several minutes to recover. Their ears were ringing and they could barely breathe. They tried to talk, but couldn't. They were hoarse from screaming and howling. Their voices were harsh croaks. They gave up trying.

In the silence that ensued, they heard noises...still more love sounds. But they came not from the corridor beyond the massive door. Rather, they came from elsewhere, from the other side of the room. It was only then that the exhausted couple saw the tiny, barred window. Neither of them had noticed it was there before....but, then, their attention was understandably elsewhere.

Larry was first to arise, staggering on sore thighs and throbbing ankles to the small window. His crotch burned, and walking made him grimace with pain. But his curiosity got the better of him. When he got to the window, he leaned against the wall, his panting face shoved weakly against several of the cold, iron bars.

"Holy shit," Larry croaked, "Look at this, Lor. This is some bizarre shit." He chuckled weakly.

"Do I HAVE to, Larry? I feel like I need a good coma right now."

Larry looked at her still prostrate form and sighed. He shuffled over to her and knelt down beside her. He kissed her gently and then slipped his arms around her back and under her thighs. He lifted her almost effortlessly, despite his exhaustion. She sighed and snuggled against the great expanse of his hairy chest, letting him carry her to the window. Just like Larry to do something chivalrously macho.

"Mmmm....that's my sexy wolfman," she cooed in his arms.

"I want you to see this," he said. "Besides, we can use a break."

"More lady demons spanking each other?" she quipped.

But when he got her to the window, her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged. In all her years as Dracula's servant, she'd never seen anything like this. But then, she'd never had occasion to look OUTSIDE the castle for lewd activity before. She'd always assumed, with the exception of Kong and the Fifty Foot Woman, of course, that all the hot and heavy goings on at Dracula's parties were confined WITHIN the ancient walls. Apparently, such was not the case.




Dracula's Halloween Orgy



Stifling a laugh - which would've resulted in another embarrassing puff of smoke for the mummy - the humble servant girl continued to consume his dried meat. Behind her, the invisible man decided that such a wonderfully warm, wet pussy shouldn't go to waste. Replacing his fingers with his regrettably invisible tool, he humped the girl energetically while she hummed the mummy's wooden flute. The crowd of unearthly creatures cheered them on in the center of the great ballroom, watching the girl's bottom quaking and her knees rising off the floor as she was soundly fucked from behind by their invisible friend. Her body bounced, her ass cheeks rippling from the mighty thrusting going on between her legs...but the perpetrator of that thrusting could not be seen. It was yet another amusement on this night of nights.

When the mummy came, it was a decidedly unusual experience for the girl. Thankfully, it wasn't a dusty emission (which she feared after seeing that back door expulsion a few moments ago). Rather, it was a salty sludge...thick and creamy, like fine sand mixed with cum...which it more than likely was. And even thought it was thick, the mummy's ancient muscles were still able to blast it into her mouth with satisfying force. His strained testicles, however, did indeed shrivel from their Herculean effort (It's not easy for centuries old danglers to expel cum with the consistency of hot tar through an ancient, nearly petrified schlong!). Once plum sized, his balls creaked and groaned and then ultimately shriveled to the size of small grapes. Apparently, they'd shot out all that they had...hopefully to replenish themselves at some unknown time. His sack, which had once dangled proudly, deflated sadly to await its future resurrection, not unlike the mummy himself.

The invisible man had just about ripped every stitch of clothing off the servant girl and was crudely mauling her ample breasts. Onlookers watched as those breasts seemed to come alive and move on their own, unseen fingers squeezing and prodding their soft flesh, the nipples dancing and stretching as they were invisibly flicked and pulled. The girl's juices could be seen dribbling stickily along some unseen object between her legs as that rather stout object rammed relentlessly between creamy thighs and pink pussy lips. She moaned from the dual assault of the mummy's sludge spurting cock in her mouth, and the invisible man's large, but imperceptible one between the pink folds of her sex.

Throughout the spectacle displayed by the servant girl and his two guests, Dracula had gotten more and more heated. Seeing the girl with a cock in her mouth and not seeing, but knowing full well that another was in her pussy, had stoked his vampiric furnace. The bride that had been massaging his staff and jewels had been roughly pulled by the hair until she fell to her knees at her master's feet and had replaced her stroking hand with her sucking mouth. Leaving her to her work, Dracula then yanked another bride's top down so that both brides standing on either side of him had bared breasts. He pulled both brides closer to him and alternated sucking the nipples of one bride and then the other, savoring their sweetness as he prepared to send his own sweetness spurting into the third bride's waiting mouth. While sucking and being sucked, he put one hand between the legs of each standing bride, lifting their gowns and searching with persistent fingers until he found the wet, sticky patches between their legs ( Dracula's brides had no need for frillies such as panties. In fact, he forbade it. ). His adept fingers explored and played, aroused and stimulated. In rapid succession the bride to his right creamed around his fingers, and then the bride to his left did likewise, followed immediately by his own satisfying explosion into the hungry maw of the third. 

The two brides who'd climaxed, slumped to a sitting position on the floor on either side of their Lord, each holding tightly to, kissing and licking, one of his hands. Dracula looked down at the third bride, just as she raised her head from between the folds of his cape and looked up at her master, wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, smiling proudly. Realizing she hadn't had an orgasm, Dracula leaned forward on his throne and stared into her eyes. She gazed back into his...unable to resist.

"Cum," he said, softly but firmly. And she did, a large, creamy pool forming immediately on the floor where she sat. She sighed, moaned quietly, and slumped her head forward onto his knee, basking in the recurring ripples of pleasure that coursed through her body. Satisfied, Dracula returned his attention to the exhibition going on in the middle of the lavish ballroom, joining his guests in watching its outcome.

No one could see the look of rapture on the invisible man's face as he came, but his loud, teeth-clenching grunt was clearly heard by all. The young maidservant also experienced sexual release, but her scream of pleasure was muted by the presence of the mummy's still dribbling cock in her mouth. Alas, as her startled shriek had done earlier, her muffled orgasmic cry also blasted through the mummy, exiting once again at that poor, dried, shriveled up sphincter. But this time it was even more embarrassing for him. Sigh after sigh and moan after moan of pleasure rushed from between the girl's lips, blowing cloud after cloud of dust from the embarrassed mummy. If his leathery penis in the girl's mouth hadn't felt so incredible, he'd have surely pulled it out to minimize his shame. But, having already endured the humiliation, he figured he might just as well close his eyes and enjoy the sensations. At that point, he'd certainly earned it.

When all three had ejected an impressive amount of sexual fluids, the sucking and humping finally slowed to a halt. The invisible man, exhausted, slumped on the poor girl's back, not wanting to slip out of her just yet. The mummy, legs wobbly and creaking like stretched rawhide, finally removed his member from the girl's mouth and slowly teetered backward, his knees buckling. He eventually dropped to the floor, landing on his dust-coated ass....smiling from missing ear to missing ear. He noticed with embarrassment that all the partiers who had been behind him had long since circled to their left or right...in their haste to escape his earlier "desert winds"...and any subsequent "storms" that might follow.

The invisible man only unhooked himself from the poor lass when she, too, succumbed to gravity, sliding to the floor with a sigh, a light, cream-colored cum coating her lips and invisible cum dripping from between her legs, mixing with her own visible fluids. The crowd of perverted creatures looking on - now having formed a semicircle behind the invisible man - broke into thunderous applause and all manner of hoots of approval. Even the great Dracula rose from his throne and gave a standing ovation to the exhausted trio.

"Vell done! Vell done!" he cheered, "The first show uf da eeevening. And I hope there vill be many more to .... heh heh heh...cum," he said, an evil grin curling his blood red lips as he held up his goblet of thick crimson liquid in tribute to the invisible man, the mummy, and his personally trained servant girl. His three brides, heads bowed, hissed their approving laughter at his trite pun. 

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Larry was beginning to tire of the lengthy trek through the darkened hallway. Still sporting a ravenous woody, he was eager to begin the carnal activities. He had long since changed his appearance along the way. At the start of this little jaunt, his form had been mostly lupine. But with great effort of will, he had morphed himself into a more human appearance. The effects of the full moon outside negated any chance of becoming fully human, but with sheer will power he could dilute the effects of the moon and modify his appearance somewhat. Oh, it wasn't for the maid's benefit he did this, but for his own. Paws were very poor tools for fondling and exploring the intricacies of the female form. Where earlier he had been clumsily prodding Lorraina's lush behind with stubby paws and trying to keep his claws retracted as he did, he now was able to fully enjoy squeezing it's smooth firmness. It made for a much more satisfying fanny grope, indeed.

Hurrying Lorraina along while enjoying her ass, Larry's impatience - among other things - grew by the second. Just as he was about to snarl in disgust, the scantily clad maid stopped at a sturdy wooden door set in the clammy coldness of the rock wall. Larry nearly howled with joy when he saw her fumbling for a key on the side of her thin maid's belt. Ahh...that Dracula. He always had his party favors prepared.

Lorraina inserted the key into the ancient lock, the symbolism of key into lock not escaping the drooling man-wolf. The instant the servant girl began to open the door, Larry wrapped one arm around her waist from behind and, refusing to remove his other hand from her delightful rear, lifted her off the floor and carried her quickly from the dim hallway into the even darker room.

Larry's night vision adjusted to the darkness instantly, and focused immediately on what he sought most...a large, square bed. As luck would have it, that bed was directly ahead of them, which meant precious seconds would be saved for the many acts of fornication he had in mind for the succulent Lorraina. 

Kicking the door shut behind him, he made directly for that most welcome bed. As he ran forward with Lorraina still held in his arm, his ever throbbing hardon bounced between her legs, slapping against the crotch of the silken panties of her soon to be removed maid's outfit.

Reaching the bed in just a few loping steps, he set Lorraina down roughly, where she again fell to her knees. Larry wasn't a cruel beast by any means, but his animal urges were taking over now...and gentle loveplay was not on his agenda. His keen nostrils could smell her wet sex, and his throbbing erection hungered mightily for it.

Although still a bit hairy, his hands were indeed hands, and not clumsy paws. Lorraina's bosom was abundant, begging for the same groping treatment her bottom had already received. From behind, Larry tore at her uniform, thin fingers doing as fine a job of rending as his claws ever had. In seconds, her full round breasts bounded free, to be immediately captured by greedy hands. 

But his hands didn't stop there. After many moments of mauling her soft breasts, Larry's hands grabbed for the rest of her clothing, tearing it apart like tissue paper. Only the waistband of her shiny black panties and a thin, thong-like strip of material that dove down between her legs from the front and reattached to the waistband at the rear, remained. For a few seconds, Larry admired the tenacity - and obvious good fortune - of that band of silk. But then, one determined hand reached between Lorraina's legs, grasped that crotch-hugging strip of material and yanked hard. With a loud ripping sound the remainder of those panties, waistband and strip alike, was tugged completely free from the prize Larry sought. He stared at its soft, pink moistness...and his already formidable hunger grew.

Now excited beyond all control, the manwolf groped everywhere at once. Lush, succulent breasts were mauled by insistent hands. Those hands then squeezed her sides as they traveled back to the fullness of her round hips and full buttocks. One hand fondled a breast while the other probed crudely between her legs. Lorraina accepted all. What's more, she was enjoying it immensely. Even if the wetness between her thighs hadn't told Larry this, his animal senses would have picked up on it easily.

His thick, throbbing cock itched and burned, and wanted to be buried deep inside the lovely Lorraina. Removing his fingers from her dripping slit, he gave his cock its wish. Afire with animal lust, Larry pushed Lorraina forward on her knees so that her round bottom was raised up in the air, taunting him. With one swift movement his entire penis - and almost his testicles, too, such was the eagerness of the thrust - was slammed deep inside her inviting cavern. Wolfman and maid sighed simultaneously.

And then the thrusting began in earnest.

Larry pounded his long, thick shaft deep into the now eager and willing maid time after time. His hands roamed and squeezed her body at will as his thrusting hips hoisted her up off the bed again and again. He slammed into her with all the bestial force he could muster. His erect muscle was so thick and long that Lorraina feared it might rip clean through her and burst out her belly. But, oh, how incredible it felt.

As he neared orgasm, Larry's hands grabbed Lorraina's hips and held firm. His fingers squeezed her flesh as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster, harder and harder. The raptured maid sighed and moaned as much as the wolfman did, and she reveled in the pure, unapologetic fuck she was receiving.

Larry's previously matted fur began to stand up on end as every nerve in his tightly sinewed body was crackling with energy. From deep inside his chest a low growl worked its way up to and through his mouth. The nearer he got to orgasm, the louder the growl became.

To his unending pleasure, Larry realized that as hard as he was thrusting against Lorraina, she was now thrusting back against him. Their bodies slammed together, Lorraina's sweat spraying backwards against Larry's abdomen and thighs, or dripping down and off her back in tiny streams. Larry's sweat merely drenched his fur, adding even more wetness to Lorraina's thrusting ass.

Larry arched his back and prepared himself for orgasm. His muscles tensed. From somewhere deep in the pit of his soul, a long, loud howl was working its way to his panting mouth. His balls clenched, his face contorted, his hips tried to thrust completely through the moaning Lorraina. He came. The howl burst forth from him like the wail of a banshee, tearing from his lungs through his vocal cords and upward to the full, white moon. His long, ear splitting howl lasted the entire duration of his orgasm. Like a mad dog he continued to thrust mightily against the unyielding bottom of the tender morsel he was fucking. 

Lorraina's cry of release may not have been a howl, but it was a scream to be reckoned with. Eyes wide open and mouth loudly proclaiming her sexual pleasure, she too exploded in welcome climax. Like her manwolf, she too continued to climax for many long, precious moments. The two of them screamed and howled their satisfaction into the night, together sounding like an unfortunate waif was being attacked and mauled by a pack of ravenous wolves...instead of one of Dracula's pleasure toys being soundly fucked by one. Anywhere else, beings hearing such sounds would assume the worst, immediately shuttering their windows and bolting their doors. But not here...not in Dracula's castle, on Halloween no less. Here, such sounds would be greeted with cheers...and knowing snickers and grins...and, in some cases, a tiny touch of envy. ***************************************

Mr. Hyde's elixir was indeed having its effects on the partiers. Everyone began humping everyone (with apologies to Ygor). In the midst of all the activity, one of those momentary lulls occurred, where all the sighing, grunting and moaning seemed to stop briefly at the exact same instant. In that short heartbeat of time in which the sounds of carnality in the great ballroom halted simultaneously, a great, prolonged howl was heard. Though distant, it was vibrant indeed, followed instantly by a scream of unbridled pleasure. When the lengthy howl and scream subsided, the entire ballroom erupted into applause and cheers. To a one they all knew that, somewhere in the great castle, their estranged friend the wolfman was getting his. Only Dracula knew who with, but every creature in the room knew it must be a satisfying coupling indeed.

But all manner of creatures were coupling this night. Even the skeletons, though devoid of sexual organs (and whom Mr. Hyde ironically called "boners"), had found a way to amuse themselves. One "boner", a female no less, had removed both her skeletal feet and was using the ends of her bony legs to enjoy a couple of Dracula's party favors in her own unique way. Dislodging her fibulas and letting them dangle to the side, she was putting both her tibias to good use. Sitting on an ornate love seat - how appropriate - she had bent two of her host's playthings, one male and one female, over a nearby serving table, their legs spread and their backsides offered up for carnal use. One tibia she had inserted in the woman's pussy, and was tibia-fucking her to ecstasy. The other tibia was deeply inserted in the male's anus, and he was squirming fitfully. None of the "boners" could tell if he was squirming with joy or embarrassment...and none of them cared. They watched with orbless sockets, their tongueless jaws clacking with wicked glee as the female skeleton alternated the in and out movement of her tibias in female fluff and male beefcake. Not having muscles to tire, the female "boner" could keep this up all night..a fact not lost on the playthings bent over the serving table. And one can only ponder...did this fact distress them...or please them no end?

The Phantom of the Opera, the great Erik, kept one corner of the room entertained with his own unique brand of lovemaking. His latest engenue, the talented Sophie LeMondieux, was sharing with him a melodramatic moment of operatic history. Leaning against one wall, the young singer had one leg acrobatically hoisted up onto Erik's shoulder and was being soundly banged by her mentor for all the world to see. As they fucked enthusiastically, they each sang their preferred roles from Verdi's "La Traviata". As if they'd done this a thousand times before, their orgasms coincided exactly with the climactic ending of the renowned operatic masterpiece. They were applauded as much for their sexual prowess as for their singing voices. They bowed and curtsied for their appreciative, cheering fans.

In another corner of the room, the hulking brute created by the mad Victor von Frankenstein felt a twinge of jealousy for his very fortunate lupine friend. He was jealous because he himself was forced to sit and watch the fun around him and was forbidden to participate. His frizzy-haired shrew of a wife sat next to him, her pale face crumpled into a mask of distaste. Whenever a fornicating couple was too exuberant in their sexual display, she bridled. Her eyes would blaze, her head would stiffen disapprovingly, she would point at the offenders and hiss her displeasure. It made for such an incredibly boring time for poor Franky. But, the twisted Mr. Hyde came to his rescue.

The Bride was hissing condescendingly at the Incredible Shrinking Man, all of three feet tall now (his shrinking something he could now control, employ at will, thanks to yet another potion of the always reliable Mr. Hyde) as he enjoyed one of Dracula's more succulent treats. The smiling maid was leaning up against a nearby wall, her back against the cold stone and her legs spread wide...her entire body quivering with joy. Standing between her legs, just the right height for what needed to be done, the currently NOT shrinking man was happily lapping at her appreciative slit. As his tiny tongue licked energetically at her tender pink flesh and his just right lips sucked her clit, the maid's bare breasts jiggled and bounced as she squirmed with joy. Another of Dracula's female servants was stroking the shrunken man's miniature dick - which was DEFINITELY not shrinking - with finger and thumb, wondering to herself which of the two would cum first. 

As Franky's Bride hissed and snarled her distaste, Mr.Hyde sidled quietly up to Franky. He looked into his sullen face and sighed, sorry for his friend's predicament. Luckily, however, he had a solution...literally. His solution consisted of a glass of punch with an extra dose of his elixir. He handed it to Franky.




Dracula's Halloween Orgy



"Franky, m'man," he whispered, "this party happens only once a year. You can't let that frigid bitch of yours keep you from having fun. Get her to drink this, and I guarantee you you'll not only be fucking her, but anyone else in this room you want to. Go on...make sure she drinks it...all of it if you can. Then just sit back and wait. Trust me on this, big guy." He shoved the full goblet into Franky's hesitant hand, his large palm and fingers almost completely obliterating it from view. Mr. Hyde moved off quickly, winking back at Franky, before the morally occupied Bride could turn and see him. She was not a fan of the crude Mr. Hyde by any stretch.

When she finally turned to look at her forlorn husband, the Bride hissed again...apparently just for the sake of hissing. Hope creeping doubtfully across his sharp, discolored features, Franky offered her the punch. "For Bride," he grunted in his usual eloquent manner. She gave him quite a disdainful look, but she was indeed parched. After several moments of decision making, she held out her hand, looking suspiciously at the oddly colored, bubbling punch, but taking the goblet nonetheless. She sniffed it, and approved of the odor emanating from the hissing, popping bubbles. She looked over at her mate. He tried to hide his tenuous grasp on hope as best he could, and merely smiled his green, tightlipped smile at her. With an "oh well" look on her face, she lifted the goblet and downed the elixir-laden punch in four great swallows. She was indeed parched.

Franky looked across the room at the cackling Mr.Hyde, who winked again at him and gave him two thumbs up. Mr. Hyde felt warm inside at the sight of his friend's beaming, hopeful face. But he was even more pleased when the Bride turned to her husband and grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, pulling him to her, and kissed him hard on the mouth. With her fingers she yanked down on his startled jaw, forcing his mouth open. She then shoved her tongue into his mouth as far as she could get it, crushing her mouth against his, her teeth scraping against his. 

His arms flailing wildly, Franky fell backwards off his chair and onto the hard floor. His Bride looked down at him, a wicked grin on her usually tight face. Her look was lascivious, lecherous...wonderfully evil. Still holding the laced goblet in her hand, she somehow seemed to sense it was responsible for her current loss of inhibitions, and she hungrily licked the entire inside of it, lapping and sucking loudly. When it had been licked almost to the point of being sanitized, she tossed it aside and leered down at her husband. He shivered with anticipation.

In the next thirty seconds the now extremely horny Bride managed to remove her bulky gown and fling it away with gusto. It landed on a small demon who was being tit-fucked by a harpy as they flew across the room. The sudden, momentary loss of sight resulted in the harpy colliding with the leg of one of the daisy-chained vampires, at which time the harpy and demon crashed to the floor. Neither the tit-fuck nor the daisy-chaining was the least bit slowed, or even altered, by the collision. Both continued unabated.

The Bride was blissfully unaware of what her gown had caused. Her focus was on her hubby's smiling face. Now naked as the day she was sewn together, she leaped like a pouncing cougar onto her hubby's great, barrel chest. Grabbing a handful of his slicked down hair - avoiding those nasty surgery clips on his forehead - she yanked his head forward and shoved it unceremoniously between her legs. Her earsplitting hiss said only one thing to Franky...."Lick..or die (again)". And lick he did...with all the joy and gusto of a man suddenly and thankfully released from the most oppressively horrid of prisons.

For the first time since electricity tingled her toes on Victor's operating table, the Bride was alive with lust...and rapidly losing control. Just shoving Franky's face in her pussy wasn't enough. She ripped his licking face from between her legs - noting the juice-slickened, smiling mouth as she did - and thrust his head backwards, unintentionally slamming his dense cranium against the floor. Not taking the time to be concerned about it, she immediately slid forward and dropped her steaming crotch onto those slick lips. Sitting on his face, she squirmed and wriggled to get as comfortable as possible while Franky ate her to, hopefully, her first orgasm since her creation.

While she continued to squirm on Franky's hard working tongue, proof of just how thoroughly effective Mr.Hyde's potion was, soon became evident. Caught up in the sexual frenzy of the party, a zombie strode up purposefully behind the face-mashing Bride. It seems her round, squirming ass had captured his attention from clear across the room. As everyone knows, a zombie's brain can't hold many thoughts at one time, and so once his attention became focused on a round bottom with a bullseye in the center...well...he had no choice but to act upon it.

Mr. Hyde saw what was about to unfold, and cringed. Yes, he laughed inwardly at the sheer beauty of it, but he felt sorry for the poor zombie. Still, he couldn't die, so whatever the Bride did to the poor undead thing would only cause him a minimal amount of pain and then he'd just shamble on to look for something else to fuck.

But, Mr. Hyde's elixir was potent indeed. With her pussy squirming all over her hubby's face, the Bride's ass was up in the air, her anal bullseye wiggling for the single-minded zombie. He walked up behind her unnoticed. He reached out his hands and grabbed for the bouncing ass. By the time the Bride noticed what was happening, zombie fingers had spread her cheeks wide. She whirled her head around so fast that Mr. Hyde felt the rush of air from forty feet away.

Her initial reaction was one of anger...monstrous rage. Her eyes burned into the hopeful zombie. Her glare alone would've killed a human man. The zombie stopped, confused. The bride's mind, her ability to think clearly diluted considerably by what was occurring between her legs, tried to make sense of what was happening. With a smile, she realized that most of her anger came from having her enjoyment of her pussy-lapping interrupted, and not from the desire of this wayward zombie to score her backside. 

Mr. Hyde's concoction, and her husband's frisky tongue, had made her much more open to new things. The zombie, still frozen with indecision, was still holding her cheeks apart, wondering what to do. The Bride looked down at his throbbing hardon. It was long and thin. It appeared to be a perfect fit for her virgin behind. And with her newfound freedom to experiment and enjoy, she thought it might just be fun at that. She actually smiled at the zombie! She winked at him, giving her silent approval. She even bent down a bit and wiggled her bottom for his benefit, knowing that it took a clear and obvious stimulus to ignite the rusty synapses in a zombie's decayed brain.

The zombie's eyes widened. His cracked lips curled into a smile. He looked again at the puckered bullseye and proceeded forward, aiming his slightly-thicker-than-a-slimjim dick right at it's center. Contact. In it went. The zombie's eyes rolled up in his head and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The Bride, undead dick now stroking in and out of her sphincter, returned to enjoying sitting on Franky's busy face. To her intense joy, the dual sensation of tongue in her pussy and cock in her ass was incredible. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it all, her nether region rocking and rolling between tongue and dick.

Mr. Hyde was amazed. His initial fear for the zombie's un-life was replaced by an intense self pride. His elixir was indeed a miracle. It could make frigid women, both human and inhuman, enjoy every possible form of sex. It could do away with inhibitions totally! Make any man or woman free to experience sex of any kind! Hell, if Franky's cold, too-tightly-wrapped bride could happily hump her husband's face while letting a lowly zombie pork her in the ass....then his elixir could rule the world! To celebrate this realization, he turned to the nearest being within reach - which turned out to be a female ghoul with extremely sharp teeth, but a delightful pussy - and threw her on her back and fucked her missionary style while pouring more spiked punch down her throat. He avoiding her sharp teeth, and she avoiding his crooked ones, they humped themselves into oblivion.

And so the evening went...Mr. Hyde's incredible drink making a usually lusty party even more so. Dicks and pussies - of all manner of species - were spurting everywhere. Around 3 A.M., the vampire daisy-chain finally produced results. A large circle in the center of the great room had long since been vacated by revelers in anticipation of its inevitable multiple climaxes. And what climaxes they were. First came the rain of sticky vampire fluids, and then the crash of bodies to the floor as exhausted vampire wings could no longer hold up drained vampire bodies. As each dehydrated bloodsucker smashed to the floor, it fell immediately asleep, each and every one of them smiling from ear to ear. It isn't often vampires sleep during the night, so one can only imagine the pleasure and satisfaction achieved from that high-flying sex-fest.

The end of the vampire daisy-chain seemed to herald the end of the orgy as a whole. Exhausted creatures of every conceivable type began dropping like flies from sexual overindulgence. Demons and gremlins and zombies and blobs and creatures there aren't even names for...all lay strewn about Dracula's great castle, some still intertwined or fused together, but exhausted to the point of near coma. Some hardier souls continued their fornication long into the night...and Dracula wouldn't have had it any other way. He himself ravaged his wives - and several of his personal playthings, despite his brides' objections - until dawn approached. Sighing, looking at his now incapacitated guests with a satisfied grin, he haughtily strode off to his coffin, his brides following along obediently behind him. Another successful party...the most successful yet. He was pleased, in more ways than one.

Eventually, the room fell into deathly silence, the gruntings and squealings of sex ebbing away like cum weakly dribbling from a spent penis. The sounds of lust were replaced by snores and yawns. It was rapidly approaching dawn. Only the vampires had left the room, to dive deeper into the dark catacombs of the castle, away from the life-draining sun. All the other monsters had dropped wherever their last carnal act had found them, and were slowly slipping into what would surely be the soundest of sleeps. It was a good thing Frankenstein had no need for breathing, because his sated bride had slumped forward and was drifting off into the arms of the Sandman, her cum-drenched muff still smothering his joyous but exhausted face. Even though all he'd done was dine on his lady, Franky had likewise exploded in bliss, his own creamy juices clinging stickily to the zombie's wrinkled butt as he too had collapsed and begun to snore loudly atop the Bride.

Somewhere deep in the bowels of the castle, one last howl and scream combination was heard, reverberating and echoing throughout the stone palace, trying desperately to fill the eerie silence.

But, as daylight finally beat back the darkness, little did Dracula's weary guests know that one surprise still awaited them.

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The Transylvanian sun had risen bright and unobstructed by clouds. Its intense rays burst through the castle's high, thin windows and lit the ballroom, replacing the flickering light of hundreds of exhausted candles. The sunlight reigned supreme for several hours in the great room before a single creature stirred. And it wasn't the light which stirred them. They'd only been asleep for a few hours, many so exhausted their sleep bordered on coma, and sunlight alone could never have wakened them.

It was movement that roused them, and many an inhuman growl and snarl was heard from the unhappy sleepers. At first no one was aware they'd been awakened by the rumbling and shaking. They cursed the innocent sunlight and rolled over to resume their slumber. Only then did they realize.

Consecutive loud rumbles, each louder than the last, preceded shock waves that grew continually more forceful. First came the sound like a huge drum being beaten, and then the castle shook, the cold stone walls groaning. Then another single drumbeat, and more quaking. The drumbeats seemed to get louder, the shaking more severe. Clearly something approached the castle...something huge.

The closer that "something" got to Dracula's fortress, the more the castle shook and creaked. A few of the older stones fell from the ancient walls and ceiling, clattering to the floor, waking the last of the slumberers. Candelabras fell, their stunted candles skittering across the floor. As the disturbance got closer still, what little liquids remained in the mostly emptied punch bowls splashed from side to side and eventually spilled over the edges of the bowls. Empty goblets and plates clattered to the floor. Whatever lurked outside, it had better be stopped before it got close enough to destroy the castle, and destroy all of monsterdom in the process.

Just as legs, tentacles, paws, pseudopods and wings carried the ragged, jostled guests to the lower windows to see what approached, Larry, now in human form, came running into the room dragging Lorraina behind him. Both were completely naked, covered in sweat despite the chill of the corridors they'd just raced through. And both had a look of urgency in their eyes.

"Where's Dracula?!" Larry bellowed, causing some of the more hung over in the room to cover their ears and cringe.

Mr. Hyde, who'd reverted to Dr. Jekyll during his sleep, said, "Larry old boy, how are you? Now, what's all this shouting about? Can't you see most of us are a bit...under the weather?"

"Are you deaf, doc?" Larry screamed, "Don't you have a clue what's coming outside? Have you looked out a window?!"

"Well, I AM rather curious what might be shaking this fine establishment of Dracula's. What is it, old boy? What's headed our way? Do tell."

"By Beelzebub, man...look out the window!" 

The other creatures, and humans too, were gathered at the windows, gasping and pointing. Bleary eyes of all types were wide with horror.

"Oh, just come out with it, old boy..." Dr.Jekyll pleaded calmly.

"Dammit, man....it's Kong! He's headed right for the castle. And that mindless, hairy ape has a hardon the size of a London steamship!"

"Oh, dear," said Jekyll, obviously concerned, but always the one to maintain his foppish dignity and calm.

" 'Oh, dear', my ass!" Larry barked, "Do YOU want to be in his horny-ass path if there's no nookie for him? DO YOU?!! Either he'll smash the castle to the ground in frustration, or he'll try to fuck one of the windows...and we'll ALL drown in a tidal wave of chimp jizz!"

"Oh, my, old chap" Jekyll conceded, "I do see your point. We'd better rouse our host...immediately."

"No shit, Sherlock," Larry stated a bit too cruelly, but he was never one for niceties in times of stress. Besides, he much preferred the crude and bawdy Mr. Hyde to the uncomfortably feminine Dr. Jekyll.

Grabbing a servant, Larry demanded to be taken to Dracula's coffin. At first the servant balked, fearing for his life is his Lord should be displeased with his actions. But then a particularly close Kong footfall - accompanied by a brain numbing ape bellow very nearby - convinced him that the risk was worth taking. With all due haste, he led Larry down into the icy depths of the castle, to Dracula's secret boudoir.

The footfalls outside were now strong enough to lift Larry and the servant off the floor as they ran through the old corridors. It was none too soon that Dracula's sanctuary was reached. The servant had to use several keys and lead them through several false rooms before his Master's coffin was finally reached.

Not wasting a second, Larry ran to the coffin indicated by the servant, and flung open the lid. Dracula, instantly awake, shot up like a rocket, fangs bared, and snarled, "Who dares disturb the sleep of the Lord of the Undead?!"

Initially, Larry leaped back, startled, but the urgency of the situation brought him to his senses quickly. He moved back alongside the coffin and tried to control the strain in his voice. "It's me, old friend...Larry."

Recognizing his friend, Dracula calmed, but hissed, "And vhat soon to be dead servant of mine revealed to you my coffin's secret location?" He looked beyond Larry to the cringing servant.

"I made him do it, Drac...we have an urgent problem."

"Problem? There are no problems at Dracula's castle."

"Oh, yes...this time there is, old friend. It's Kong."

"Kong? Vhy is Kong a problem? He is vun of us."

"Listen, Drac, you have to believe me. He's stomping toward the castle right now..." His words were emphasized by a loud footfall, accompanied by the cracking of trampled, broken tree trunks. He continued, "And, Drac...he's got a woody that alone could knock over your castle."

Dracula laughed...and laughed. It was a laugh that came from his core, deep and loud. It even brought tears to his usually menacing eyes. Larry was stupefied. All he could stammer was, "But...but...."

Finally able to stop laughing, Dracula put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Relax," he said, "Kong vill be vell taken care of. He came here alone, yes, but he is meeting somevun. His 'voody', as you so amusingly call it, vill not go unattended to. I have seen to that. All vill be vell. Now, let me sleep. I am exhausted. Go, my friend. There vill be no problems...you vill see. Oh, and since it vas at your urging that my servant disobeyed my orders, I shall let him live. Now, go...before I become grumpy."

As they raced back the way they came, Larry and the relieved servant noticed something odd. The footfalls had doubled in frequency. However, it seemed that some of the shocks were coming from the opposite side of the castle. But that made no sense. But wait...yes, there were two distinctly different sets of footfalls now, each approaching the castle from opposite directions. Larry could only hope that the second set of footfalls belonged to whomever or whatever Dracula had said was the solution, the...person or thing....that Kong was meeting.

By the time wolfman and servant reached the main ballroom, most of the shockwaves had ended. All they could now hear was Kong's bellowing. Entering the ballroom, they saw all the other guests and servants glued to the windows, awestruck at what they were seeing. The Bride of Frankenstein was even hissing again...but...sweetly!?!

Somewhat calmer now, Larry strode over to the pack of onlookers and tried to get a glimpse out the window. 

"Kind of reminds me of us," came a voice from next to him as he finally caught a view out one of the windows. He turned to see the stunningly lovely Lorraina, still naked, as she grabbed his arm and pressed against him. Together, they turned to look out the window. And what a scene it was. 

Larry had completely forgotten about HER...but apparently Dracula's acumen was as keen as ever. As always, he'd prepared for every eventuality...made sure every monster was invited, and every monster was taken care of properly.

Standing some twenty yards from Kong was his "date", the only woman who could accommodate his frigate-sized chubby. She smiled lewdly at him, dropping her flimsy one-piece dress to the ground at her feet, swaying her hips suggestively and turning around to then wiggle her ass at him. The poor Kong drooled on himself, pounding on his chest and hopping up and down, trampling several acres of trees in the process. The woman, almost as tall as Kong himself, blew the big ape a kiss and said in a husky voice, "You hold that thought, big boy...I've got some nasty business I have to take care of. It'll only take a second...then we can get it on, you big hunk of hairy hardness, you."




Dracula's Halloween Orgy



The woman reached down between her legs and grabbed the end of something that she had obviously shoved up inside her huge pussy. The object came out with a loud "pop". The object moved, or rather squirmed. It was a tiny man - or actually, a normal sized human. His naked body was covered in the giant woman's sticky pussy juices. He shook his proportionately tiny fists indignantly at the woman as she brought him up even with her face.

"Now," she said to him, "you tiny, insignificant, philandering creep, I'm going to let you go to find some other bitch to cheat on me with. I don't care anymore. I've found a REAL man." She indicated Kong, who once again hopped and jibbered happily. "Just look at that cock of his. Yummy, isn't it? And look at your microscopic little pencil dick. Even when I was normal size, your dick couldn't fill my ear canal. You're a pathetic little worm. Now, go find some tiny little woman who can be pleased with your tiny little worm of a dick." She laughed and tossed the man aside like a used condom. He sailed dozens of yard, then plummeted downward, through thick trees, bouncing from branch to painful branch, finally landing with a thud and a loud "Ooooph!" to the snow-sprinkled earth below. Once again, he shook his fists in rage, but seeing he was being ignored, he turned and began his long trek down the mountain, grumbling and shaking dripping gobs of sticky cum off his completely drenched body.

Behind him, Kong was putting his clumsy moves on the giant woman, dancing and cavorting in an ancient ape mating ritual. With her hands on her hips, the woman sighed and said, "Okay, big boy, stop the dancing around. You don't need that shit to impress me. Just get that scrumptious cock over here and fuck me 'til I split in half."

Kong leaped at her. His enormous cock was inside her before they both hit the ground. He fucked her like the most enormous bunny rabbit in existence. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue fell out of her mouth. "Oh, yeah, big boy....give it to mama!" she shouted. Kong just "Ook"d and fucked. It was all he knew...but it was enough for her.

Inside the castle, the partiers were cheering and hooting, watching Kong give it his best. Giantess and ape rolled around the mountain, flattening trees and fucking their brains out. It renewed the lusts of the partiers and they too returned to enthusiastic fornication, regardless of lack of sleep. And Dracula's Halloween orgy continued as if it had never stopped.

Beside Larry, Lorraina asked, "Who is that woman out there...the one with Kong?"

Larry smiled and replied, "That, my sweet, is the Fifty Foot Woman. And I'll tell you all about her after I've shown you how well I can make love in my human form. C'mon, sweet thing....make me howl like a wolf."

"You bet, handsome...I mean, 'sir,'" she winked, "make me scream and scream again." 

And with that, Dracula's party continued. Dr. Jekyll, not approving of his current wimpy form, once again sipped his miraculous concoction and became the kinky Mr. Hyde. As the servants bustled about refilling the many empty punch bowls, he followed them, slinking from bowl to bowl anointing each with his potent brew. He smiled inwardly at the fun which was no doubt about to begin anew.

The last thing Mr. Hyde saw before hooking up with his horny ghoul friend once again, was his longtime pal, Frankenstein, grinning from ear to ear. His intensely horny Bride had grabbed hold of his thick monster's cock and led him by it to one of the few unoccupied sofas in the ballroom...whereupon she immediately shoved him back onto it and again jumped on top of him, this time mounting that thick, pulsating shaft with gluttonous glee. As he reached up to grab his bride's bouncing boobs, Franky once again waxed eloquent. Fondling tits and being soundly humped, he nearly drooled as he grinned and said, "Pussy....Gooooooood!" And, oh how his neck bolts were sparking away!

End

"Dracula's Halloween Orgy" copyright Bacomicfan/mike, October, 2002