Tim was never that fond of holidays. But for some reason, Halloween had a strange appeal. Maybe it because it was an excuse to act weird. Or maybe it was just the fact that people loaded up on beer and/or candy and just had a great time that made this an exception. With Vampires promising to dig teeth into the succulent flesh of necks and the thought that a hairy beast might out and plunge into the deepest, darkest valley, what's not to like?
For some reason, Tim was especially inspired to do something different this year. He had avoided dragging out his usual sci-fi movie uniform and chose to go with a new costume: this year he inexplicably chose to be Guy Manley, the famed editor/publisher of "Broadsword" Magazine.
The garb was pretty simple. It consisted of one of those specially made "male dancer thongs" with the "enlarged" banana hammock in front. There were the mirror aviator glasses, and the white windbreaker with the upturned collar, and matching running pants and jogging shoes. Growing a day's worth of stubble would complete the look, but Tim could apply make up to look like a beard if he couldn't pull that off.
The only real problem was in what to do. There hadn't been any invites. No one from the office seemed to be planning anything, and none of Tim's friends mentioned a party, even in passing.
A few days before, and Tim still had no plans for the Scary Night. He decided to head to pick up some candy for the local trick-or-treaters and then make some calls to find out what was happening.
The mall was overrun with last second shoppers looking for some decorations for parties they were planning, so Tim parked the car at the far end of the structure. That's when he noticed it. There was a small structure opposite the mall in a separate area near the woods. It looked like some sort of mansion, but with its glowing sign it was clearly a shop of some sort. Tim got out and walked over to it.
Mistress Clara's Outpost was the name of the store and Tim's hair raised right up as soon as he crossed the threshold. This was some sort of Psychic/occult store, for certain, but it seemed as if there was more that didn't meet the eye.
In addition to the usual items like Tarot cards, horoscope charts, and books about how to capture lost loves, there were magickal candles that promised to land you a mate, potions specifically designed to put someone under your power and even a store brand thong that claimed it was "designed to make a female wearer aroused in a matter of moments" according to the box. Tim took note of all of this as he wandered around.
In the back of the store, there was a jewellery case. And as he walked past it something glinted. He stepped forward to get a closer look.
"It called to you!"
Tim jumped back, nearly stepping on a black cat that walked behind him.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't see or hear you." Tim said to the woman who appeared from the back room.
"There's nothing to fear here." The woman said in an accent that sounded very Eastern European. Tim took a good long look at her. She looked to be in her mid 40s or so. And she seemed somewhat familiar. She looked a little bit like that woman from television. What was her name? The make up and clothing was all Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Tim wondered whether Elvira would sue for the use of her style.
"This looks nothing like Elvira!" snapped the counter woman. "She wears black clothing, and this is midnight blue!"
"I'm sorry, I..."
"You should be. I don't welcome comparisons."
"Um, did I say that out loud?"
"Now. You wanted to see this piece?" The woman's demeanor changed again as she sweetly opened the display case and lifted the item out on its black silk scarf.
Tim looked at the jewel. It was a brightly shining pink tinted crystal held in place by a silver wire shaped like a serpent on a silver chain. The crystal itself was single terminated and was about an inch in diameter and 4 inches long.
"This is called the Tall Talisman," she said. "It is a very potent and effective amulet in winning the ways of your desired sexual quarries." She smiled.
"How..."
"Does it work?" She picked up the silver chain, grabbed his right hand and dangled the stone over his palm. Then she lowered it down and forced him to close his fingers around it.
"You first must warm the stone. Concentrate. You need to focus. Think about a woman that you want to win."
She leaned over the counter and Tim saw her ample cleavage struggling to stay inside the confines of her dress. She held his hand tightly with hers and brought her free hand over as well.
"How long do I..."
"Silence!" she shouted angrily. "Now. Once the jewel is properly charged, you place it around your neck. You have to make sure that it maintains close contact with your skin. Then, let the work, work!" She turned toward the back room area.
"Hm. Well. How much..."
"Does it cost? It's not inexpensive," she purred. "But it is worth every penny."
Tim slipped the chain over his head and let the crystal land on his chest.
"No, wait!" she shouted and ran back towards him. Then, she stopped, flinched, jolted, stared, arched her eyebrow and smiled. She took her hands and slid them across the top of her dress and slid it down, just enough to show the upper part of her dark and taut areolae, and as she leaned in to kiss him, her tits spilled out.
Her nipples were hard and Tim couldn't help but reach out and thumb them as her tongue started sliding into his mouth.
Frantically, she ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, clutching him as she climbed over the glass case before wrapping her legs around Tim's waist. It was then that Tim saw she was at most, four foot ten. She was wearing ultra high platform heels and her thighs tightened as she continued to kiss and lick him.
It was at that moment, when he backed away from the counter that he realized it. Tim was larger than life.
His cock was about average, usually. But now, it felt like a tree trunk inside his pants! A tree trunk that desperately needed to spill its sap, right away!
Tim laid her back on the counter, right on the black silk and lifted her dress. There, in all its glory was her pussy, bejeweled with rings on her clit and on both labia. He hunched her forward and brought his face to her magical love box. He hungrily devoured her as she squirmed and squealed like a girl half her age.
Tim lifted her ass up higher as he continued to tongue fuck her, squeezing her butt cheeks as he ate her out. He played with her pussy lips, trying to make the two rings click against each other as he rapidly flicked his tongue back and forth! She squealed more.
The more he did this, Tim realized, the harder he felt. She was running her hands over his hair, holding his head down on her sopping wet as he started to suck her clit and play with the ring attached to it.
"Oh, yes! Oh that feels so good!" she screamed, clutching his head with one hand, and playing with her nipple with the other.
Tim had to get out of his pants before they ripped. He fumbled with his belt buckle then struggled with the button fly, all while never stopping the licking. Finally, he was able to lower the pants enough to...
WHAM!
The next thing Tim knew, the woman and he were behind the counter, on the floor.
"Ooh. You knocked me down," she said.
When Tim lowered his pants, his finally released cock hit the display case so hard, it knocked the woman off the counter, and as she clutched him between her tight thighs, she took him over the side!
Finally, Tim got to look down and see what was going on.
His cock looked almost as big as a leg, and it was pumping. You could visibly see his heartbeat as his dick gently shifted upwards a bit at a pace of more than once a second.
With veins popping, and with girth that seemed to be the size of a CD, Tim wondered if his penis was on steroids.
"Oh, my, you are large. And you look like you have quite a heavy load!" she smiled.
