0 comments/ 7428 views/ 0 favorites The Hallow By: MyanSecret When Airynn was young, she soon took up a fascination with the moon. She began to dabble in sorcery, which made her an outcast among her elven tribe. A native of New Granemor, Airynn's mother and father had gone off to NoMans Land- and never come back. Now she lived alone, in her parents little shack, selling weapons her father had forged- and making new ones. She began to enchant sword, axes, hammers, bows, and the like secretly with magic, empowering them with elemental skills, fashioning them into weapons that any warlord or king would pay kingdoms to have. This is how Airynn got her name- Airynn, the Lunar Smith, as all of her powers were based upon the moon. After the war to allow sorcery to be legal, which she offered powerful weapons to fight in, she closed her little smithing shop and wandered off into NoMans Land to begin her formal sorcery training. Then she discovered the Hallow. The Hallow's had been a dying kind, little, black and puffy who needed to use humans to reproduce. Hallows bonded to warriors and oftentimes saved them from death- they were loyal and powerful. But the art of preparing maidens to reproduce Hallow's was lost in time, and the Hallow kind slowly dwindled. Well, anyhow, Airynn had found a little dark cavern underneath a mountain. There was a lunar tube- a natural rock tunnel that filtered lunar power down into the cavern. She decided to start basing her training in this place, so she returned to it everyday. One day, as she walked into her little cavern, she found the Hallow. She knew what they were, and she bowed down to ask of it what it wanted -Hallow's were revered as moon-servant. The Hallow told her that it was the last of its kind. Airynn made a pact with the Hallow- she would learn the ways of preparing women to breed (she would've done it herself, but sorceress's were not allowed to have children unless they were going to teach them magic) in exchange for a bonding and the power to use the moons rays to control minds and have very powerful magic. The Hallow agreed. Airynn returned to Granemor, and she was welcomed, as Granemor was going into war. She enlisted, and she was put forth onto the front lines. Using her newfound Hallow-magic, she called upon an army of lunar-powered undead to slaughter the enemy in the night. The next morning, the war was over, and the undead she had summoned withered in the sun, never to wake again. She was revered as a war hero, and showered with gifts. One of which was the name of godmother of the local pet-mistresses granddaughter, Aria. Aria was already 19. Airynn, at that time, was 28. Airynn gladly took the position, for in her mind she was already forming a plan for Aria to become a host of the Hallow. Another one of her gifts was a powerful Shadow wolf, aligned with the power of darkness. She named him Shadow. Soon enough, another war sprang up in Granemor, and Airynn was recruited again. This war sent her deep into NoMans Land. She hugged Aria goodbye and, with Shadow by her side, set out into the barren landscape. She was not gone long, but she and 10 other of the original 500 were the only ones who survived the onslaught. She battled viciously, using all manner of elementally charged weapons, switching every new opponent to give an advantage. Shadow helped immensely, and they just barely won. Upon return, the survivors were immediately celebrated as hero's. Later that night, as she cradled her new Cinder Wolf pup aptly named Cinder, she told Aria that she had accepted the quest to go and find the specter that stole Princess Maurinelle's voice. "Oh, but you can't!" Aria whined. "Hundreds have gone out, but none have come back!" "I can do it, Aria dearest. The honorable King Herous has told me if I retrieve it, Maurinelle will be given to me as an assistant in my travels. I will be to protect her and teach her, as I have you." she paused to wipe a tear from Aria's face. "Speaking of which, I want you to come with me tonight." Later that night, Airynn was showing Aria around her little cavern. She led her over underneath the lunar tunnel, and sat her down on a rock. Suddenly, her voice got sultry, smooth and low. "Look into the moon, Aria. Can you see into it? Its secrets are being revealed." "Y-Yes." Aria whispered. "Good. Can you let it consume you? Will you succumb to it and the immense pleasure it will give to you?" Airynn asked, as she secretly snuck a hand underneath the forest-green skirt Aria wore. Greedy fingers found her snatch, and began to gently play with her clit. "Y-yes...yess!" she panted. Her eyes had gotten cloudy and her breath came in small gasps. "Are you sure? Will you swear allegiance to it?" "Yes!" "Good. Now, listen to me. I am the voice of the moon that you have sworn too. Will you listen to my orders?" Airynn asked, still playing in Aria's ever-wetter pussy. "Yes..." "I do not believe you. Call me 'Mistress.'" "Yes, Mistress!" "Good... good. Now, listen to my words. You will be the first in a long while to be the carrier of a Hallow. You will be my slave, and in being my slave you are a slave to the moon-magic Hallows. Do you agree to these terms?" Airynn continued to gently stroke the little girls pussy, and inserted a finger. "Nngg... yes." "Delightful. Be it so." and then Aria took on a pale glow, and Airynn pulled her hand from the skirt. As Aria stood up, Airynn pushed her fingers into Aria's mouth. "Mmph..." "Hush now, Aria dearest. I'm your godmother. I will protect you." Taking her hand from Aria's mouth, Airynn smiled. "Oh, Airynn..." "In here, you will call me Mistress." "...Yes, mistress." "Do you trust me, Aria?" "Yes, oh yes." "Good..." Airynn sat behind Aria, pulled her close to her body. She slipped her hand back into the skirt and found the clit, pinching it between fingers. Her other hand she slipped underneath the orange top and found a young, pert nipple. She began to roll that between her fingers. "Ngg... oh, mistress..." Aria began to squirm and gasp. "No... no, stop... I'm going to... ahhh! " And her pussy began to convulse and pulsate as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Her love juice squirted from her throbbing snatch, and she threw her head back and moaned. Because of the bond between Airynn and the Hallow, she could mentally feel him sulking ever closer. You know they have to have three days. Three days. she mentally shot him. ... I know. Aria lay panting against her godmother. Airynn positioned herself in a 69 position with the younger girl. "Lick my pussy." she ordered. "Yes!" Aria drove her tongue into Airynn's love tunnel, her lips found Airynn's clit and began to suck. With a loud moan, Airynn dove her mouth onto Aria's pussy. "Nggg...mmm..." the two's moans mixed with each other, echoing around the cavern. Soon, Airynn came to her climax, and the feeling of the older womans' love juice in her mouth drove Aria to her climax. Panting, they pulled apart. Airynn lead Aria over to a little pool of clear water with a waterfall falling into it. The water was a crystal clear aqua, and the pale skin of the woman's legs and feet shone. They sat on the edge, and, using a cloth she brought with them, Airynn cleaned between Aria's legs, being careful not to let the other girl climax again. "Did you enjoy that?" Airynn asked. "Yes, mistress!" Aria replied. Airynn laughed lightly as she cleaned her own self, then leaned Aria down into the water and began to wash her auburn hair using a herbal shampoo. Then she took a pumice stone and gently massaged her shoulders, breasts and back. Handing the stone to Aria, she went through the same treatment to her blonde hair. Climbing out, Airynn helped her little friend up and brought to her a cleaned forest-green skirt, her white-and-green long sleeved shirt, put her red neckband back on, and thoroughly brushed her hair and put it up in a high pony tail. "So, Aria, will you be coming with me and Maurinelle to NoMans Land? The Hallow will protect us." I trust you. she mentally shot the Hallow. I will not fail you, Airynn. She mentally nodded back and then turned to Aria with a smile. "Yes, yes I will." Aria said happily, and smiled back. "Good. Well, its getting late. We should be getting back now." And the two walked out of the cavern and started back to New Granemor. The Halloween Costume "So what do you think?" Karen spun around to show me every angle of her Halloween costume. She was dressed in a sexy blue policewoman jumpsuit. The costume had a plunging neckline, front buttons, and wide belt. It was made into short shorts that showed off her long thin legs. With a pair of heels she would be absolutely stunning, but she was twirling on the toes of her bare feet. Hanging from one hip was a plastic baton made to look like wood. In her right hand was a pair of realistic handcuffs. She spun the cuffs around her forefinger and smiled. "These feel pretty real," she stated nodding toward them. "Want to give them a try?" Without waiting for a response, she reached out and grabbed my wrists. While facing me, she pushed my arms behind my back and clicked one cuff around a wrist. She stepped forward to bump me backward with her chest. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her cool breath on my cheek. Karen pressed me backward until I bumped against a post of her canopy bed. Having pushed me into the post, she wrapped the cuffs around it and clasped them around my free wrist. Without looking she tightened them. Apparently she was familiar with the device. Karen brushed her long blonde hair back behind her shoulders, then peered around to check her handiwork. A broad smile flashed across her face and she clapped her hands in excitement. I pulled my wrists apart, but the cuffs held firm. I pulled harder and twisted, but they still held firm. These were not cheap plastic handcuffs; they were the real thing of cold, hard steel. "Hey Julie!!" Karen called out to her roommate with a wide grin. "I've got your boyfriend in a compromising position!!" "That's not funny," I complained, "Come on. Let me out!" I was not dating Julie. The girls shared the apartment across the hall from mine and the three of us had become friends. Sure I flirted with Julie a lot, and she seemed to flirt back. As much as I wanted to ask her out, I hadn't worked up the courage. Now cuffed to her roommate's bed, I felt a bit embarrassed. Julie pranced into the room to check out the situation. She wore a thin tight tank top with spaghetti straps and baggy pajama bottoms. I'd seen her in her pajamas a lot, but she usually covered her top a bit more. I could clearly make out the roundness of her breasts and her nipples pointed out through the thin cotton. "Bill?" Julie circled around, checking out my predicament, "just what is going on here?" Karen smiled. "Let's give him wood." She teased. With that she stood on her toes next to me and blew softly in my ear. I could feel her lips brush lightly against my ear and neck. Her hands reached up to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, slowly, one at a time. When the shirt was unbuttoned, she tugged it out from the waist of my pants, pulled it back over my shoulders and down to my wrists. She flicked her hair back again and giggled. Julie had grabbed a nearby pair of scissors. She gathered a fist full of my t-shirt with her left hand and tugged. With the scissors she snipped off the material in her fist. My t-shirt snapped back with a large gapping hole exposing my chest. "Christ Jules!" I griped as I pulled against my bonds, "this was a good shirt." She just flashed a flirtatious grin, "Oh Bill, lighten up. I'll buy you a new one." With that she reached inside the hole and ran her hand across my chest. She massaged a nipple with her thumb. Karen, too, ran a hand inside my shirt to firmly caress my chest. Karen leaned against me, standing on her toes, and gave me soft kisses on my neck. It was surreal, but it felt amazing. I stopped fighting my bonds and reveled in the massages I was receiving. "Is he wood yet?" I felt a hand run down to my pants and squeeze the bulge at my crotch. "Yep!" The girls dropped their hands from me and took a step back. Together they looked at my pants. They giggled and pointed and gave each other high fives. They were proud of their handiwork. I thought their little practical joke was over and stood there while they celebrated. They stood in front of me for a brief moment. There was a little uncomfortable silence. Then Julie stepped forward to me. She caught me by complete surprise as she grabbed my shirt with both hands on opposite sides of the hole. With one quick and violent motion she ripped the shirt apart, exposing my chest, and leaving the shards draped from the neckline. She tossed the torn shirt back over my shoulders and ran both hands over my chest. Then suddenly, she dived at my nipple, taking it into her mouth. She sucked it hard and bit. I felt the jolt of stabbing pain, but the pain was arousing and I could feel my hardness press against my pants. She continued to suck on my chest, and I became more and more aroused. Karen came forward to lean against me again. With one hand she struggled with my belt, while she pushed up to press her lips to my mouth. I turned my head toward Karen to receive her kiss. Her lips were soft, full, and moist. She gently sucked my upper lips between her own lips and pulled lightly away. Then she pressed forward again, opening her mouth fully against mine. I could feel the slight touch of the tip of her tongue. I was so carried away by the pleasure of Karen's kiss and Julie's attention to my chest. My head was spinning with arousal as sexual energy within me grew stronger and stronger. I hadn't even noticed that the girls had freed me of my pants. My pants and boxers lay in pile around my ankles. I was completely exposed and vulnerable. Julie stood up to give attention to an ear. She nibbled slightly on it and caressed it with her tongue. I moaned into Karen's mouth as Julie traced across my cheek with tiny kisses. There was a brief clumsy kiss of the three of us, but Karen pulled away and let me lose myself in Julie's passionate lips. I could feel Julie's body leaning against me as her kiss carried me away. Karen dropped to knees in front of me and ran her mouth down my side and over my hips. She continued kissing around to my front. I felt my hardness press against her face as she kissed low on my tummy. She turned her head to run her mouth across the length of me. Her tongue traced around the tip and over the head. Then she kissed along the length of it some more. I released myself from Julie's kiss and threw my head back. An unforced grunt of pleasure burst out, followed by a deep moan. I closed my eyes for a bit and let the world center on the feeling between my legs. I was harder then I've ever been; my skin was so tight that there was a slight tinge of pain. Julie looked down to watch her friend. A little smirk crossed her lips as she gazed. But she was not content to observe, and soon dropped to her knees too. Each woman knelt on either side of me. Together they ran kisses up and down the length of me; making me harder; making me throb. I watched almost unattached as if they were a scene from an adult film. But the feelings were real; real and intense. Julie kissed to the base and then licked my balls as Karen took me into her mouth. My body seemed numb as all feeling focused entirely on my crotch. Karen bobbed her head, then licked down me again, exchanging a kiss with Julie. Julie took the head into her mouth. I kept watching as the girls repeatedly passed me between them, kissing each other, and licking me. Julie stood up briefly to step out of her pants. She dropped them in one smooth motion taking her panties with them and tossed them aside. I gazed as the tuft of red hair between her legs, trimmed back, but long and thick. She returned to her knees to continue giving me attention. Karen stood to strip too. She unfastened a single button. She slipped our one arm, then the other, by pulling the uniform down over her shoulders. She wiggled her hips as she pulled the costume to her ankles and stepped out of it. Karen straightened briefly to throw her hair back and giving me a full view of her long tight body accented with a navy blue strapless bra and matching panties. She watched Julie's hungry mouth give me pleasure, then knelt back down to join her. I stood transfixed watching and swimming in the pleasure. I could see each girl take a hand to explore the other. With their lips and tongues keeping me hard, their fingers found the way between the other girl's legs. Karen's thumb pushed between Julie's swollen lips, finding the way through the thick red hair to the hard clit beneath. While gently massaging with her thumb, Karen pressed her middle finger deep inside Julie. I could hear Julie moan quietly, almost crying. Julie's hand struggled with Karen's panties. At first she rubbed over the panties and then she slipped her hand in over the waistband. But it was awkward, so Julie pulled her hand out and simply pushed the now wet panty to the side exposing Karen's shaven and swollen lips. Julie's fingers explored between those lips, massaging the moistness beneath. I was so turned on that I had completely forgotten about my bondage. I was so transfixed by the girls that I was frozen. But as suddenly as the girls had started, they stopped. Stopped and stared hungrily into each other's eyes. Without saying a word Karen pulled Julie up and pushed her back onto the bed. She pushed her hard, almost violently, then dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth between Julie's legs. Her mouth explored deep as the long red hair surrounding Julie's lips brushed against Karen's cheeks. I pulled against the cuffs but could not get free. Instead, I could only watch. I could only watch as Julie spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up high. I watched as she arched her back and turned her head to the side. I looked on while Julie stretched her arms out and clenched the bedding in each hand. I gazed at the look on her face; she looked in pain, but it wasn't pain, it was concentration. She had the look of complete concentration as she focused on the pleasure between her legs. Julie rolled her hips rhythmically against Karen's face. Karen lips and tongue explored and caressed. They both moaned softly, almost musically, as if they were singing to each other. I watched as Julie's hands clenched tighter and tighter. She closed her eyes tight and pursed her lips. I could see her flat stomach throbbing, as her muscles tightened. Her stomach throbbed as the sensation between her legs overwhelmed her. With a loud scream she raised her hips high while an orgasm radiated through her, centering at Karen's mouth, still pressed firmly to her. Julie's eyes opened wide and glared at me with a piercing stare. "I need you inside me!!!" Julie pushed a stunned Karen aside and jumped off the bed. She grabbed me around the neck and kissed me firmly but briefly. Then she pulled me to my knees and dropped on all fours. Karen slid off the bed and took me in her hand, guiding me into Julie from behind. I was inside Julie; she was soft and warm and wet. "Come on! Fuck me!" Julie turned her head to command me. She pressed herself backward, pushing me deeper inside her. It was an awkward position, with my arms still cuffed to the bedpost. But I pushed forward with my hips. Then pulled back and pushed forward again. Julie continued to press backward against me, assuring that I stayed deep insider her. I thrust forward harder and harder, then faster and faster, and finally catching a rhythm. I felt a bead of sweat slide down my cheekbone as I worked; pumping harder and harder. It was amazing being inside Julie and I could think of nothing but the sensation of our sex. My hips slapped loudly against her firm behind as I continued to pound. I became a machine, not a man but and thing; not a lover but a slave. Julie cried out loud and I bit my lower lip. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Karen paced back and forth in front of us. Staring at us like a cat eyeing its' prey. Her hands were on her hips as she gazed at the action. She paced back and forth; back and forth. Julie reached back in desperation. She reached back as far as she could and dug her nails into the flesh of my ass, holding me tight to her; keeping me deep inside her. Her head fell to the floor. "uh......uh.......uh......uh......uh" She softly grunted with pauses between. I could feel a slight shudder with each grunt. Then Julie slipped off me, leaving me hard, and collapsed to the floor. She moaned something under her breath and slithered back onto the bed. Karen stepped in front of me, hands on her hips. She froze momentarily, and contemplated her next move. Her face looked angry. Still standing in front of me, she slipped her hands in the waist of her panties and dropped them to the floor. She stayed there for several seconds, hands on her hips and panties around her ankles. Then she kicked them aside and grabbed my head. She pulled my face violently to shaved and swollen lips. I could feel her wetness on my cheeks and chin. She squatted down slightly and pulled me tighter to her. Then she rocked herself on my mouth, pressing her clit hard against my tongue. My arms pulled painfully back against my bonds. And my neck ached as my head bent backward. Karen wasn't being sensuous and gentle. She was raping my face. And she raped my mouth violently; thrusting and rocking her hips to my face. Hold my head as tightly as she could. Karen had become an animal. She was animal of pure pent up sexual energy. And she wanted release. I could hear her grunting, with a low angry growl. It was violent and painful. Still, I was strangely turned on, and I pressed my tongue against her. She rocked herself back to get my tongue inside her, and as I pressed it into her as deeply as I could, her muscles contracted hard in a orgasmic explosion. As the cum passed through her she released my head. She stood over me, grinning and panting. Karen stepped behind me, and in a moment released the cuffs from my wrists. They were trick cuffs, and I could have released them myself, if I had only knew how. Karen caressed my wrists, as if tending to my injury, but she wasn't nursing me. She was pulling me to the bed. She slid herself up and lay back; next to her Julie lie curled up in a fetal position fast asleep. Karen opened her legs and held out her arms, inviting me inside her. I crawled up onto the bed as Karen took me in her hand and pulled my hardness to her. I press myself forward, piercing into the wetness below. It felt wonderful inside her and I pumped gingerly as I wrapped my arms around her. Her hips pushed up to meet mine. Our strokes became longer and faster. I was a machine again and I started pumping into her hard. "That's it" she cried out, "fuck me. Fuck me with that big hard cock of yours" She panted a little. "Wake up Julie," she taunted her sleeping roommate, "I'm fucking your boyfriend. And he ate my pussy!" I was speechless from my pent up sexuality. All I could do was thrust my hips and moan. So I thrust. And I moaned. And I thrust some more. Karen kept on talking. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me." "Fuck me hard baby. Hard." "Come on baby. Harder. Faster," she was taunting me, "fuck my cunt." She kept taunting me as I pounded against her. "Fuck my cunt. Fuck my cunt!!" I was thrusting and pounding as fast and hard as I could. I thought I might hurt her, but she simply shouted for more. Her words, though, faded into the background as I succumbed to my own feelings of pleasure. I let the sexual high wash over me, building greater and greater. My mind was spinning as animal instinct took control of my body. I could hear her voice and the slapping of our bodies, but the sound seemed somehow distant. Instead I thought only of the growing feeling building between my legs. The feeling grew stronger and stronger; and as it grew strong my motion became more desperate. I began fighting for the release that I needed. It built up at the base, but soon filled the entire length of me inside her. Like a huge welling of water swelling behind a damn, the feeling grew. I was powerless to hold it back. The sexual energy exploded through me. I came. I came inside her. Pressing myself as firm and as deep as possible, I let the waves of cum pour from me; filling her with the warm fluid of my sex. As I regained consciousness, I saw her blue eyes gazing at me. She smiled slyly and whispered something low. I rolled off her and collapsed into a helpless exhausted heap. The Halloween Frat Party Justin gazed at the crowd; the mesh of bodies moving together with the beat of the music and the flashing lights was exciting. He took in the various women and their costumes. Many were dressed in provocative and revealing costumes. Justin took note of the many "police officers," "nurses," "witches," and "sailors." There were a few other costumes, that were way more revealing. "Boy look at this!" Will Canasta said over Justin's shoulder. Will was member of Pi Phi Pi Fraternity just like Justin. He was also a member of the university's men's' basketball team. "You're right," Justin laughed. "There are some real stunners in here." "Yeah," Will laughed. He patted Justin on the shoulder. "I need to get up on one so I can end the night right!" Justin was slightly shorter than Will. His 5'9 olive-skinned frame was well-toned; evident of the time Justin spent in the gym. Justin's curly hair and light brown eyes, spoke to a mixed heritage. "Have you seen that chick Marisol and her friend Aleshia?" Will asked. "No, not yet," Justin replied. He looked at Will inquisitively. Will was dressed in a fake NASCAR driver's costume, which was adorned with several real logos. A small checkered flag hung from his back pocket. "Dude!" Will smiled. "Those two are looking- GOOD! You got to see them." "Let me go look for them then," Justin laughed. "I need to see if I can finally really get in her pants." Will laughed, watching the recent fraternity inductee head off to look for the two women. Justin headed off, leaving his fraternity brother behind. He wanted to see the tanned, Puerto Rican beauty Marisol and her friend Aleshia for himself. Justin knew the two from two classes, that he had with them last semester. Marisol had a body, that made many other women envious- big breasts, which Justin figured had to be a DD cup, a tiny waist and a nice, round firm ass. She had a pretty face to boot. Marisol's New York/New Jersey accent made her even sexier. On the other hand, Aleshia had a lithe and svelte body. Her caramel skin and green eyes made Aleshia just as attractive as Marisol. While Aleshia could not match her friend's body dimension, she had curves that were just as sexy. Justin found the two friends dancing together near the middle of the dancefloor. They both smiled at the appearance of the handsome, olive-skinned fraternity brother. Justin stood back and admired the costumes of the two- Marisol as a fairy and Aleshia as a Star Trek ensign. "Hey Justin," Marisol cooed. She blew Justin a kiss. "What's up friend?" Aleshia smiled. She reached out and caressed Justin's chin. "Nuthin much ladies," Justin said. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the sight of the two woman and Aleshia's caress. "Can I join you?" "Sure," the two women said in unison. They parted, allowing Justin to squeeze in-between them. Justin smiled. His heart began to beat faster, as he felt the bodies of the both women rubbing up against him. Justin moved adroitly to the music, feeling up the two girls as he danced. "You two are too much," he whispered in Aleshia's ear. "Maybe we can make the night much more special," Aleshia leaned in a whispered in Justin's ear. She lightly nibbled on Justin's ear. "Hold up," Marisol said, as she wrapped around Justin's waist. "I need to get a little piece of him too." The trio continued to dance. Their dancing was sexy enough to attract the attention of the other party-goers who cleared a small space to allow them room to dance. The trio smiled as the party-goers cheered them on. Justin allowed the two women to lead him from the dancefloor, when the DJ changed the music. They moved from the dancefloor, through the kitchen to that back of the house, where there were more rooms. The music and crowd noise dimmed, as the trio retreated further. Justin felt his dick straining at his zipper, as his eyes followed Marisol's ass. "Can't we stop in one of these rooms?" Justin questioned. He placed his hand on one door as he passed by. The door creaked open and Justin was greeted by two costumes party-goers fucking. One was a tall black male, who Justin recognized as a member of the university's basketball team. The other was a buxom, platinum blonde, who was bent over getting fucked furiously from behind. The basketball player was long stroking her- bringing his dick all the way out and then slamming it back into the girl's pussy. The girl was moaning intently. The two barely registered the intrusion. "Excuse me," Justin said stammered. He pulled the door close. Marisol and Aleshia giggled at Justin's gaffe. "We've got a room back here," Marisol whispered. "K," Justin smiled. He looked around for a moment, noticing that the lighting here in this part of the house was dim. Aleshia pushed open a door to a room. She guided Justin in, gently tugging on his wrist. Marisol guided from behind, squeezing Justin's ass and lightly kissing on his neck. Aleshia drew his attention to the bed that was in the room. "Ready for a night of pleasure?" Aleshia whispered, as she began to wiggle out her costume. Chocolate colored nipples topped her B-cup breasts. Aleshia ran her hands over her naked body, then draped her arms around Justin's neck. "Yeah girl," Justin whispered, excited. He felt Marisol's hand rubbing on his dick through his pants. He looked around the room, noticing several cheap, knock-off brand scented candles providing the little bit of illumination there was in the room. Justin figured that they were also providing the faint sweet smell, which greeted him. "Me too papi," came Marisol's voice. Marisol guided Justin's head and attention to her. She had removed her costume as well, allowing Justin to see her shimmer-covered body. Her pussy was bald and bare. Marisol lightly kissed Justin's lips. "Do you like papi?" Marisol giggled. She stuck a finger in her pussy, took it out and rubbed it across Justin's lips. "Sie," Justin replied, trying to fax a New York accent. He was so taken in by her beautiful body, that he barely registered Marisol tying his wrist together with the belt from her costume or Aleshia removing his shirt and kissing her way down his back to his ass. Justin finally felt Aleshia when she freed his dick. "Such as great dick," Aleshia murmured between kisses to the head of Justin's dick. She gripped his hard dick and licked the underside of it. Marisol kissed Justin fully on the lips, parting them with her tongue. She drew him closer. Marisol broke the kiss and looked in Justin's eyes, a smile spreading across her face. Suddenly another woman slithered from under the sheets on the bed. Her alabaster skin shone even in the darkness. She smiled intently at him. The woman was nearly naked. Only a deep red bra, that barely contained her two breasts prevented her from being in her birthday suit. "Excellent ladies," the newcomer spoke seductively. Her voice sounded like it was meant for seduction. Justin looked intently at the alabaster-skinned woman. Her voice seemed to draw him in. She had a body that seemed to be the exact carbon-copy of Marisol's. "Who are you?" Justin asked. He tried to turn his body fully to walk toward the woman, but his way was blocked by Marisol and Aleshia. Aleshia was still sucking his dick, as if it was a lollipop. "I told you he was perfect," Marisol said, turning toward the woman. "Yes my dear," the woman whispered seductively. She reached out and caressed Marisol's face. Then the woman drew Marisol into a sensuous embrace and kiss. "Wow," Justin stammered. He took in the scene. Aleshia rose from her position to join the two. She was received, just as Marisol had- with a sensuous, tongue-twirling kiss. "I'm cool with a three- er foursome," Justin quipped. The alabaster-skinned woman looked at Justin and smiled. "Dear boy, your thoughts of sexual conquest are misplaced," the woman whispered seductively. She strolled toward Justin. "What will happen tonight may seem and feel like pleasure, but you most certainly will not like the end." "Hhhmmm," Justin laughed. He shook his head, trying to clear the slight haze that had descended upon him. "Try me." For the first time, Justin studied the woman. Her eyes glowed with an orange hue and a small set of wings reflexively spread out from behind her. Justin then noticed her blood-red painted fingernails, which looked to very sharp. "My name if Lovita," the woman whispered in Justin's ear. Her voice continued to befuddle his mind. She ran her fingernails across his chest and stomach. "I come to claim seven males every year at this time and you are number five." "What do you mean claim seven males?" Justin asked. He wanted to back away, but his legs wouldn't respond. Suddenly Justin began to realize that something was wrong. "What are you doing to me?" "There is no escape Justin," Aleshia giggled. She sat back on the bed, falling into the waiting arms of Marisol. "My mistress promised that if I brought back one more strong and virile young man, that I would be released. It has already been done to you!" "Released?" Justin questioned. He tried to move again. He felt Lovita behind him. "I can give you a release." Lovita began kissing on his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. She raked her fingernails across his chest, hard enough to draw blood. "Yes," Lovita began. "She will be released from my service and returned to her natural form if she so desires." Lovita nipped Justin's shoulder drawing blood. She licked the small trickle of blood. Lovita then ran a fingernail under Justin's chin. "Damn," Justin growled. He could feel the pain of the bite and her scratches, but he could not make his limbs respond and move. Lovita's seem like it was a drug that he had to have and listen to. Then Justin felt one of Lovita's finger's probing his ass. "Ah, nice and tight," Lovita giggled. She kissed along Justin's back. "You will do fine." Justin's eyes went wide with fear, as he felt Lovita's finger penetrate his ass. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Justin knew he could do nothing to stop her. "I'm not gay or nothing like that," Justin quipped. "Be quiet papi," Marisol said. She was lying down on the bed with Aleshia face in between her thighs. She played with her nipples. "Just enjoy it. It'll be okay soon. Then you'll know what it feels like to be a bitch before you die." "No please," Justin winced. He watched Aleshia continue to lick and suck on Marisol's pussy. Lovita bite him again. "Shut the fuck up," Lovita whispered. She smacked his face. "You better not cum." Lovita continued to pump her finger in Justin's ass. "I don't want to die," Justin whispered. "I'll do anything." "Anything," Lovita questioned. She rested her head on Justin's shoulder. "You could replace Aleshia as one of my bitches." "What," Justin asked. "Shut up," Lovita said. She added another finger to his ass. "You could replace Aleshia. You 'll do my bidding." "WHAT?" Justin said. "Take my place or die," Aleshia growled. She jumped from the bed and rushed Justin. Her hand shot up toward his throat. "I have been her loyal servant for one hundred years. You can take my place or die. I have been her loyal servant for one hundred years." "You're choice Justin," Lovita whispered. She continued to pump her fingers in Justin's ass. "I need to feed, but I will also require another bitch." "Bitch," Justin whispered. He felt his dick jerk and cum spray all over Aleshia's midsection. A wave of pleasure washed over him, as he collapsed into the arms of Lovita. Aleshia looked at the cum on her stomach. She kicked the prone body of Justin. "You must learn who is in control," Lovita whispered in his ear. She smiled, a mouth full of sharp teeth showing. Jelisha looked around, at the crowd. She scanned the intermingling bodies of young men and women, grooving to the music. At Jelisha's side stood Marissa. Jelisha's olive complexion, complemented Marisol's ginger complexion. There was a difference in their build- Jelisha spotted a toned makeup. Jelisha's eye-catching 36C cup breasts, small waist and toned body was in stark contrast to Marissa's buxom body. "We need at least two boo," Marissa whispered in Jelisha's ear. She kissed her on the side of the neck, on top of a small tattoo. "Just too?" Jelisha asked with a smile. The Halloween Guests Pete's a good natured guy. He understands having a little fun, hanging out and just being yourself. And he loves kids. He loves reading to them and helping them with their school work and building stuff. He used to do all that with his kids until Maddy, his wife, divorced his ass and took the kids. Still he likes to be a fun guy so when Halloween rolls around he puts out some fake tombstones, hangs a few skeletons and plays creepy music from his porch speakers. Since he lives on a farm and the nearest neighbor is two thousand yards away and most parents take their kids into town for Trunk or Treat for safety he doesn't expect many visitors. He doesn't mind though because the lights and sound keep the teenagers from coming round to egg the house or some other nuisance. A big bowl of candy sits within easy reach as he watches his horror film of choice. This year he is doing the double feature of An American Werewolf in London (the original) followed by Lon Chaney, Jr. in Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein. He'll eat most of the candy on his own. Not ten minutes into the first movie the doorbell rings. At forty-seven Pete has seen a few kids come by so he doesn't think anything's unusual about getting visitors. It's just during the last five or so years there's been fewer and fewer. They do come early though so they should all be done by time his movie gets to the first attack scene. If he even gets another visitor. At the door two small imps stare up at him from the porch. They chorus, "Trick or Treat!" "Ooh, I'm scared," Pete shakes his rugged suntanned body for effect because he knows the kids like that. The two hold open grubby bags waiting for the goodies. Pete thinks the costumes are getting better every year. He can hardly tell that they're wearing masks and their parents must have set them up with some electronic voice modulator to get that weird tunnel effect. Odd, usually the parents are right at the edge of his yard but he doesn't see them anywhere. Two chocolate bars into the bags and back to the film. Pete stops closing the door when instead of a thank you they say, "Stay in side for the rest of the night," in unison. Pete looks at them quizzically as they leave without another word. They sure are fast he thinks as they vanish when they get to the end of his walk. Not a bad idea though he thinks to himself. He walks back in and then returns with a stool and the bowl of candy and a sign. With a marker he writes, Take One-Happy Halloween, on the front. Not a bad idea after all he thinks as he grabs a piece of candy and heads back to his movie. Ten minutes later the doo bell rings. Pete ignores it figuring that they did it from habit and once they read the sign they'll take all the goodies and go. The doorbell rings again. Ok, he thinks, the kids really want to say I told you so. The sun had dipped past the horizon a few minutes ago so he turned on the light as he makes his way to the door. The bell rings for a third time. "Beware for whom the bell tolls," he jokes to himself. Pete pops the door open suddenly bent over making the goofiest face right at child height. "What the hell, give'em a little thrill," he thinks. And he finds himself staring right at the navel of a woman. Pete jumps up taking in the whole picture. The woman, girl, couldn't be more than twenty with dingy blond hair, pale blue eyes and a What-the-fuck sneer. "I beg your pardon," he stammers. "Whatever." Taking in the whole picture he sees that she is dressed, if you could call it that, in red and white stripped knee-high socks, Daisy Dukes and a plaid shirt tied below her breasts open all the way. His cock stirs in his pants as his eyes linger a little longer on her cleavage than is strictly polite. Behind her with one foot on the porch stands a guy not much older than her. At first Pete didn't notice him until he spoke. "Can we come in and use the phone?" The boy's hair is artificially black, mussed and greasy looking. He has a James Dean look; leather jacket over white tee, jeans and boots. Pete doesn't like him instantly. Normally Pete is the model of hospitality, but on Halloween he knows there are crazies out so he is a little more cautious. "What's the trouble," he asks as he sizes up the two looking for danger, not seeing it to his misfortune. "We're headed to a party and my car broke down over there," he waves generally off to the left. "Yeah, sure, use mine," and he hands his cell to the kid without crossing the threshold. The girl licks her lips. They stand looking at each other while her boyfriend makes the call. Pete couldn't help but be uncomfortable as the girl undisguisedly checked him out. It's like being licked as her eyes travel up his powerful arms, across his broad muscular chest before lingering on his crotch. Likewise he checked her out from the candy red painted lips to the china white skin over her flat stomach and the nearly bony hips. He saw now that her breasts had only at first appeared large due to her thinness. In truth they were firm round globes, youthful and bouncy. "Ya live here alone?" "I have a family," he stammers. Looking at her feels like falling in a dream and her eyes makes his balance disappear. He puts a hand on the door frame to steady himself. "I farm,' he says for no reason. "A farmer? So, you till the earth. I bet you do a lot of plowing," she purrs. Her voice is like sweet molasses with bourbon. When she looks back to his crotch he realizes that his dick is fully erect and making a tent of his jeans. Just then the boy comes back and hands him back the phone, "All set." Seeing what's happening he goes on, "We got twenty minutes, for a hundred dollars you can get your nuts off in her, any hole." Pete staggers like he's been hit. "What did you say?" Enunciating every word, "You can fuck her for a hundred bucks," mocks the kid. "You mean...," Pete stammers. "That's right, Dude, she's my ho...," he begins. "And he's my pimp," she concludes. They all stare at each other. Suddenly, "Naw, man, this is just our costumes for the party. Had you going, didn't I," he laughs good naturedly. "Cynth, I believe he was thinking about it. How'd you like to do the old guy?" "He's good looking with lots of muscles. I bet he's got a big cock," observes Cynthia. She nonchalantly reaches out and rubs the front of Pete's jeans. "HMMm, yes, I'd do him." "Too bad we gotta go. Catch you later," the kid smiles as they turn to go. Almost Pete calls them back, but he sees them both hesitate as the thought crosses his mind and then he closes the door. The two were just playing with him he figures as he heads back to his movie. Half an hour later Pete has the light out and his jeans open as he pumps his eight and a half inch dick; the movie forgotten. He's visualizing splitting Cynth's beaver while she rubs those pretty titties in his face. A crash on the porch and frantic banging on the door nearly cause him to jump out of his skin. He scrambles to tuck his aching cock back into his pants as he stumbles and falls on his way to the door. A woman's cries for help echo in the dark. Pete snatches up his pistol from the hall table as he reaches for the door. He snatches the door open. Three things happen at once; Pete's pants fall to the floor around his ankles, a woman falls against his legs and his cock sticking out of his briefs slaps her in the face. Pete stares down at the raven-tressed woman at his feet holding a pistol in one hand and the door knob in the other. She looks up to him past the dark red knob of his crown pleadingly. "Pete, help me. He's trying to kill me," she begs. It is the face of his beautiful ex-wife Maddy he looks down at. She looks just the way he always thinks of her even down to the same clothes she was wearing in the picture on his phone. Only now those clothes are torn. The white blouse is soiled and rent down the front revealing her shear bra clad breast. The large dark areola is clearly visible through the material. Pete recovers his wits and lifts her from the floor. With a last look around he closes the door. Was that the Imps standing at the end of his walk? Looking again he sees nothing so he finishes closing the door. "I'm sorry about this," indicating his exposed cock and state of undress. "Let me cover up and you can tell me what happened. Who's trying to kill you?" "Don't worry about that. I'm safe here with you. And don't bother; I've seen all of you before." Maddy still looks as young and pretty as the day they got engaged. Eyes as green as winter rye, fine delicate features and a body a super model would kill for. Her 38D's still show no signs of sagging. "Just hold me, please." Gently he wipes away her tears with his thumb before enfolding her in his strong arms. Maddy melts into his embrace as her hand falls to his lap and his uncovered cock. Pete starts at the contact and flushes involuntarily. Maddy asks, "Were you jacking off before I got here?" Pete mumbles as his flush deepens. "It doesn't look like you finished. Let me help, it's the least I can do," she offers as she wraps her delicate fingers around his growing eight inches. Dumbstruck, Pete watches as his ex-wife slowly strokes his dick. They sit in silence both focused on his lap. He reaches full erection quickly as she teases his circumcised crown. She wraps her fingers around the base of his thick shaft, "I know something that will feel a lot better," and she puts her head in his lap swallowing nearly half his length at once in her warm wet mouth. Pete throws his head back and sighs. Slurping sounds from the couch drown out Lon Chaney stalking the London streets. The adrenalin, the previous masturbation, Maddy's tongue all conspire to bring Peter to a quick and sudden ejaculation. He barely warns her in time; fighting the urge to hold her head on his cock. It doesn't matter. She hungrily sucks down every drop. "That seemed a little soon and I'm really randy now," she says while licking her lips clean, still stroking his semi-erect cock. "Would you like to fool around some more? I've missed you so much." Pete can't believe this is happening. It's just like he dreamed it would be. Pete sweeps her into his arms and carries her upstairs to their former bedroom. There he strips the tattered remains of her blouse, the see through bra and her jeans from her body. Standing with an arm crossed under her heavy breasts in only her panties she looks just like she did the day they first made love he thinks. His own shirt joins the pile of her things seconds later and he lifts her tenderly into their bed. HE finds her mound with one hand while kissing his way down her neck to her round globes. The nipples on each jut upward waiting for his lips. He closes his mouth around one and Maddy groans in expectant pleasure thrusting her chest into his face. Between her legs his hand has slipped under the waistband and is massaging her Venus mons and gently rubbing her hardening clit. She moans harder rolling her hips into his hand trying to get more pressure on her button. Like two college kids, his strong mature body her nubile young flesh, wrestle together in their urgency to feed each other's needs. Pete needs this. Needs her. Only with Maddy had he ever known sexual satisfaction on any kind of emotional level. He knows every curve, crease and fold of her body and he puts all of that knowledge to work. The panties come off as he kisses his way down her smooth stomach. He always liked the way she was old school with a lightly trimmed bush covering her mound. He rubs his nose in her pubes enjoying the tickle. Then he is between her legs. He kisses and tongues his way down and back up her slit. In response her folds swell and separate with pussy juice starting to soak the inner areas in preparation for him. He plunges his tongue into the waiting orifice. Maddy yelps and bucks grabbing his head and holding him to her sex. He avoids her clit at first then bumps it with his nose. Little flicks of the tongue there and gone follow. Juice flows freely coating him, her thighs and soaking the sheet before he finally attacks her clit biting savagely at it. "OH MY FUCKING YEAH!!!," she growls. Her hips buck upward as she forces his head harder against her pussy clamping her legs around his head as her first orgasm rolls through her body. When it's over Pete climbs on top of Maddy. She spreads her legs wide for him. They lay like that for a moment staring into each other's eyes. Her nipples press into his strong chest; his purple headed cock rests at her entrance. "Come on Honey," Maddy purrs, "we both need this right now. Don't think, just fuck me." She's right. He does need this. Just like in his every dream he slides into her waiting pussy. She feels so hot it's almost uncomfortable. His meat stretches her labia into thin rings around his shaft. I turn her pussy grips his cock drawing him deeper into her body. She wraps her legs around his waist and they fall into a steady rhythm. She feels as tight as the first time they fucked. They kiss, their mouths devouring each other. One of his hands finds her breast and kneads it brutally. Pinching her nipples makes her squeal and hug him tighter. He alternates long slow strokes with fast hard ones and then changes it up to short and quick. Throughout she responds with cries of joy and shrieks of passion. "OH DON'T STOP FUCKING ME! Come on fuck me harder. I need you to fuck me harder. Givemethatbigfuckingcockrightfuckingthere," she screams as she cums explosively bucking up to meet his thrusts! Showing uncommon strength, Maddy rolls them both over so that she is on top without breaking the connection they share through her cunt. From above she takes control of their lovemaking riding his dick cowgirl style. "That was great," she pants. "Fuck, you're deep in me. I love how far inside you get when I ride you." No longer having to support his weight with one hand, Pete begins mauling her tits for real. He twists, pinches and pulls at her nipples which just makes her ride him harder. He pulls her closer so that he can suck a nipple into his mouth. He bites down hard on the rubbery nub making her cum again. Soon he has to free her breasts as he feels his second climax rushing up from his balls. He grabs her hips to take control of their motion. On top Maddy is in a trance as orgasm after orgasm explodes in her quivering pussy. "Here I come, baby," Pete yells. His spunk rockets up his dick and floods Maddy's deepest recesses. The cum filling her cunt triggers another climax from her, "OH Fuck YESSSS, Cum in my pussy, baby." Maddy feels as good to him as the first time. The foul sex talk is new. Pete files the thought away as she collapses in a heap on his chest. She feels warm against his skin and heavier than he would have thought looking at her. He files this away too, and they drift to sleep together with his dick softening inside her. Slowly the sound of music draws Pete back awake. The holiday lights cast an orange glow through the window blinds. A yellow glow spills through the open door from the hall lights. Heavy on his chest is his Maddy. He absently strokes her golden hair. He freezes. Maddy has black hair. Slowly he tightens his fist into her hair before using it to lift her head to see her face. The doll-like complexion and pale blue eyes of the twenty-something from earlier gaze back at him. Pete tries to push her off of his chest, but she seems much too heavy and he fails on his first try. "Now don't go all bashful on me, Baby. It's not every guy that can make me forget to hold my form," Cynth purrs. She holds his right wrist to the mattress with one hand and swirls her finger in his chest hair with the other. "Will this make you more comfortable," she asks as the color of her hair begins to change from wheat to coal starting at the tips? Transfixed Pete stops struggling as she resumes the form of his estranged wife. "What are you," he whispers? "She's a succubus. Not a very good one I might add," a young male voice from the doorway offers. Pete jerks his eyes away from the face of the woman he loves but isn't to see the new comer. As he suspected it is her partner. "What do you two want? What's this about?" The ease with which Cynth holds him down triggers a burst of fear which in turn sparks an erectile response between his legs. He starts getting hard again. "Oooh, he's getting excited, Billy," Cynth says to her boyfriend. "You tend to have that effect on men, Cynth," he laughs snidely. "As I said, she is a succubus. A demon in the form of your most lustful fantasy that seduces you then feeds on your soul." He pauses for that to sink in. Added to Pete's inability to lift her it does. "Don't worry, she isn't going to take all your soul; just part. You see we are hosting a party. Or more precisely, you are hosting a party." As Billy speaks Cynth lowers her head and nuzzles at Pete's neck. Her hips start rolling coaxing Pete's dick to its full length. Pete's captivated by the strangeness of it all and unresistingly responds to her encouragements. Slowly they begin fucking as Billy watches. Billy just smirks, "I'm glad you are getting into the spirit of the evening, Pete." He moves to the bed and sits on the edge. Absently he reaches a hand to Cynth's breast and gives it a little tweak. "As I was saying," he continues, "she's only taking part of your soul. Some of our friends want to get a taste too. We have a couple of vampires who will be up in a little while to take a bite." He shows his teeth in an evil grin. "They might fuck you, but you won't really be in a position to resist. Then the ghouls will want to take a bite, you probably won't enjoy that much. The werewolf might hump your leg or just spray the place or whatever werewolves do, I don't know. There are some spirits interested in haunting this house and a poltergeist that has already taken up residence in your attic. Finally, around dawn the zombies will eat your brains. That's the part you aren't going to enjoy very much." Everything Billy said sounded impossible and frightening. He knows he should at least kick them out of his house or call the cops or something, but it's become very difficult to think clearly. And Maddy is riding his cock just like in his dreams and it feels so good to be inside her. If he could just focus on what's important. Billy watches for a moment then stands to leave. "Remember to leave some for the rest of the guests, Cynth." "Hey Billy," Cynth calls, "before you go would you fuck my ass while I ride him. You got the best horn in perdition and I could really go for a DP. Pete won't mind, will you Pete," she says this last to her victim. "No, no Honey, sure let him screw your ass; whatever gets you off," Pete agrees. He never knew Maddy liked threesomes. Guess it's a good thing Billy is here to lend a dick. Out of the corner of his eye, Pete sees Billy drops his jeans and pushes his boxers to the floor. He runs his hand up and down slowly stroking it. The kid's cock seems unnaturally long and thick. Pete can't really tell from the angle and the bad light and the breast pressed to his mouth. He worries that Maddy might be hurt by such a monster. Billy climbs on the bed, "You're a bad girl; you know I can't resist a little piece of ass. Sorry, I haven't any lube. You'll just have to take it raw," he says as he lines his dick up with her ass. Cynth pauses in her ride to let Billy mount her. She uses one hand to spread a cheek and he presses his head against her hole. He pushes hard until he pops into her. She sags under his weight. "Yeah, that's it. Come on fuck my ass." Billy pushes deep into his girlfriend. Pete, underneath, starts thrusting upwards to keep pace with the more powerful anal strokes. Cynth begins howling and groaning as she feels her ass and pussy filled and stretched. The Halloween Guests Pete can't believe his luck. He didn't know it before, but getting Maddy in a sandwich has been his dream he's sure. He loves her so much for letting him and his friend screw her like this. Downstairs, on the TV Lon Chaney, Jr. sees the full moon. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she grunts with each thrust. "OH that feels so fucking good right there. Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass." The sex talk is driving Pete wild. He pumps his hips as fast as he can at her pussy. The three of them are bouncing and sweating and moaning. "Shit, I'm cuUMMMMINNG," Pete bellows. He releases a second load in her cunt. The overflow seeps from around her vaginal lips clamped to his dick. Billy is next with his orgasm. His infernal orgasm pumps semen deep in Cynth's bowels. The double load is too much for her as she climaxes in response. "FUCK YESS, CUM in MY ASS, YOU BASTARD," she screams as she cums, too. Billy climbs off Cynth's ass looking not a bit winded. He wipes his still hard monster on the sheets. "Cynth, get him cleaned up for the others." The doorbell rings. Everyone stops. Billy looks out the door. Cynth looks over at Billy. Pete looks confused. The bell rings again. "You better get down there before one of the others answers it," cautions Cynthia. Billy heads downstairs. Upstairs Cynthia and Pete listen as the door is opened on the third ring. They hear some conversation, but can't make out the words. They can tell Billy is not pleased. Then the door closes and they hear Billy's heavy tread back up the stairs. "It's for you," Billy points at Pete. "You have to sign for a letter." "What's the mailman doing here at this hour," Cynth complains? She lets Pete up keeping his hand in hers the whole time. They walk naked down the stairs and through his living room full of horrors. Several of the guests lick what remains of their lips as he passes through. At the door Billy cautions him to just sign for the letter and close the door. Pete mumbles his agreement. On the porch is a mailman with a clipboard and a certified letter. Cynth holds his hand from around the door giving him the appearance of clothes. It's awkward signing for the letter with only one hand and it being his left. The letter carrier helps hold the board and he makes a scrawl and gets the letter. "Be sure to read it right away," advises the mailman. "It looks important and you might not get another chance." The door closes and Pete stand holding the letter in one hand and Cynth holding the other. Billy stares at the two of them. "Well, what is it?" Pete disengages his hand and opens the letter. Free of Cynth's touch his mind begins to focus and he starts to see what his situation is. Next to him Maddy starts to change back to the blonde Cynthia, Billy almost looks to have horns growing from his head. Staring at him from the living room are horrors upon horrors. Creatures of myth and film salivate as they press toward him. The letter hangs loosely in his numb fingers. His heart pounds in his chest. Terror builds to a scream in his throat. "What does the letter say," Billy asks calmly, willing Pete to look at the note in his hand. "The letter," Pete looks at it, "says, 'Say, "The LORD Bless You" to everyone." "What did you say," Billy asks again? "The LORD Bless You," Pete repeats stronger. With those words a shade disperses. The terror builds. Like a rising storm surge a shriek to turn hair white grows from the depths of hades to burst forth from the throats of dozens of denizens of the pit. "He's blessing usss," his guest's cry out. With those three little words the party dissolves into pandemonium. Every creature flings itself at the nearest egress. Windows and doors for the most part though some attempt the chimney. Others try for the disposal and the plumbing. At every point the fiends strike a barrier. They rebound and dash for the next possible exit only to be repulsed yet again. As spirits, spooks and specters pass Pete he recites the contents of the letter like a mantra. With each utterance another foul apparition disappears shrieking. Pete walks through his home like a naked Adonis. In the living room three vampires dissolve like they were caught in the sun. In the kitchen two gremlins and a mummy went to pieces. Trapped in the hall a werewolf exploded in a puff of fur. Cut off in the downstairs bathroom a half dozen immaterial beings discorporate trying to enter the mirror. In the garage, Pete caught eight witches trying to all climb onto one push broom. Back inside Pete looked for another target. He finds Billy standing in the foyer literally steaming. "How did you...where did you...who sent you that letter," he demands? "I do not know, but 'The LORD Bless You,'" Pete intones. Nothing happens. They stare at each other. Pete begins again. Billy cuts him off, "I'm not like the rest. I can't be blessed." "Are you going to kill me then?" "No, but I am going to find out who spoiled my fun." With that he opens the front door to reveal a religious icon hastily painted on the surface. "That explains one thing," indicating the mark. "When I figure out who did this then I'll be back to deal with you." Billy fades into the ether by the time he leaves the porch. Still naked, Pete closes the door. He can hear the poltergeist shaking with fear in the attic. The doorbell rings. He stops and considers what to do next. The bell rings again. He knows he got lucky. Answering the bell the second time nearly cost him his life. But the third time saved it. When it rings the third time he opens the door. Two imps stand looking up at him. "When we told you to stay inside we never thought you would invite them inside with you," the one on the left says. "Who are you two and why did you help me," he asks? "We are imps, can't you tell?" They share a look at each other. "Never mind our reasons, just be glad we decided to help" Pete is definitely glad they helped. "Anyway, we just wanted to make sure that you have everything under control here. You owe us." Something about the way they said that sounds ominous. "What do you mean I owe you?" "We did you a favor; now you have to do us a favor," they explain. Pete's not too sure about that, but they don't make a big deal of it and they did help so he lets it go. "We'll be on our way. And put some clothes on before you traumatize some poor child." Pete closes the door and heads upstairs to finish with the job. As he passes his bedroom he sees Cynth huddled in the corner trying to draw shadow around her for concealment. His and Billy's cum drip from her holes into a pool on the carpet. Looking down at the trembling blonde girl he takes his time before speaking. "Stand up," he commands. Cynth stands trying to stay as far from him as the corner will allow. Her large breasts swing from her chest like two cream filled globes. The light down between her legs is nearly invisible in the half light. She looks all too skinny. Pete makes a decision. "I'm not going to bless you." Sensing that she her fortunes may have turned and that her seduction has still got ahold of his mind she starts to change. The tips of her hair darken taking on the hue of the shadow she had so recently tried to hide in. Her breasts round and alter with the areolas darkening. Her limbs fill and strengthen to match the image of Maddy she sees in his mind. When the slap to her cheek turns her head the change stops. She stands half transformed rubbing her stinging face. "Don't ever put on that face again, slut." She promptly reverts to Cynthia. "I'm going to keep you for what you are. Get on the bed." With her on hands and knees Pete shoves his cock into Cynth's ass. Cum from the last ass fucking lubricates the entry for him. Twice he has cum in two of her holes tonight; might as well make it all three he thinks. Of course it might take some time for him to work up a forth load. Upstairs the poltergeist listens to Cynth getting fucked. Downstairs Lon Chaney, Jr. reclaims his humanity.