One Memorable Halloween

Vivian and Caleb

"Do you think the Epstons old place will really be empty? I mean it IS Halloween night, afterall..." Vivian enquires, the quiet skepticism in her voice was only elevated by jittery tension built up from teenage arousal. Caleb takes a pregnant pause before answering. "Viv I think we will be fine, if anything we'll just bump into some more people looking to get drunk or hookup and I'm sure they'll leave us alone." The Epstons were the Shaffer's old neighbors who recently moved at the end of the Summer and only live a block down.

Vivian gave Caleb a short, thoughtful look before grinning slyly. She can't wait to feel him inside of her, and he shares the same sentiment. The two slide out of Vivian's room, addressing her parents before tromping off of the concrete porch towards their destination. "Mom and Dad we're leaving to go to Ashley's Halloween Party." That is obviously a lie but her parents believe her every word. Vivian has a 4.0 GPA and will be finishing out the year with honours for the fourth year in a row. Caleb is also a shining beacon of upstanding behavior and her parents love him. Marcy and Dan smile, and Marcy replies. "You two have fun, we will be here eating the leftover candy and watching movies!" With that, they make their way to the Epstons house.

Marcy and Dan

With the kids gone except for the exception of Samuel who resides in the guest addition off of the house, Marcy and Dan are alone for a little while. Marcy looks at Dan and asks, "Do you really think they're going to a party?" Dan shrugged nonchalantly. "They'll be 18 this year, Marce... I'm sure whatever they're doing, they're smart enough to be safe about it."

20 years of marriage and they are still very in love with each other. Marcy has been saving a surprise for Dan, this year she hid a sexy costume in the closet and she has every intention of using it. For a 40 year old Marcy still has it going on, and Dan is no slob himself. She has crystal blue eyes accentuated by high cheek bones and a softened, angular face; a duplicate Goldie Hawn if you will. Dan has a perfect blend of grays peppered throughout his full head of hair, green eyes, and a strong jaw. Marcy giggles and a mischievous smile creeps upon her face. "I have a surprise for you Danny!" Dan looks genuinely shocked, but pleasantly so.

"Oh have you, dear? I'm excited to see what you've gotten me." With that, Marcy took a saucy strutt up the stairs and to the bedroom.

Samuel

The light from his laptop illuminates his face, hazel eyes filled with unquenched boredom. Sam has just started his second year of college and has chosen to shack up in his parents spare addition while he saves for an on campus apartment. He flickers through various porn websites, the door to the addition is locked, not that anyone would bother him anyway.

He settles on a page and slowly caresses his erection through the hole in his pajama pants while simultaneously scrolling through the video cache. Sam waits patiently until he finds something that really tickles his fancy. Big tits? No. Gang bang? No. Anal play? Still no. Sam stops on a video of a petite Asian woman getting piped by a well endowed Black man. This could work. Sam pulls his erection completely out of his pants and pumps some lotion from the bedside into his hand. Working slowly, he moves his hand up and down the shaft, keeping his gaze firmly plastered to the woman being fingered on screen.

After a few minutes Sam suddenly feels a strange sensation as if he's being watched, he tries to brush it off while fixated on the petitie woman while she swallows the massive, meaty cock. Another couple of minutes pass and it soon becomes evident that he can't shake the feeling and it begins to kill his mood. Sam pauses the video and tucks himself into his waistband.

He gets up from his bed, moving quickly but quietly to the window nearest to him in case the potential peeping Tom or stray teenager has hidden themselves temporarily from view. He slowly slides one of the slightly parted black out curtain panels to the side and sees nothing below the sill. "Weird." He mutters softly to himself. Sam repeats this pattern until he is satiated enough to continue masturbating.

Vivian and Caleb

Vivian glanced at the recently vacated house wondering how they would get in. Would they have to break a window? Caleb gestures for her to follow him around to the back once he is assured no one is watching them.

Caleb peers inside a naked window and doesn't see anyone from what he can tell in the darkness. "Cool." He utters. He looks at Vivian crouched behind him and smiles, "Coast looks clear babe." She grins giddily. Caleb removes the outer screen and inspects the window, noticing that it has been left unlocked, the tab stoppers turned outward. He pushes on the glass with his hands and it yields, moving upwards. Thankfully the window isn't high up, making it very easy to step over the sill. Caleb replaces the screen carefully and closes the window behind them just in case the cops come snooping around.

They move cautiously through the domicile, inspecting each room thoroughly before settling on a bedroom in the back. The rooms are still clean as the Epstons only moved the month before, and the window was probably left unlocked from when they hosted their open house.

Vivian kicked off her chunky white boots and sits on the cream colored plush carpet. Caleb removes his pointed shoes and sits beside her. They are dressed as a generic 70's disco couple in vibrant colors, Vivian's black hair stacked in a sleek Bob. She looks like an equal blend of her beautiful parents, the moonlight illuminating her feminine features from the slats of the blinds.

Many of the rooms used to have curtains, but this one doesn't. Caleb gazes at Vivian, the lust in his eyes fiery and piercing. Vivian blushes and turns her head, shaking in anticipation. He slides a hand gently down her cheek and to her collarbone, tracing it before settling his hand over her supple breast. Vivian is genetically gifted, D sized cups adorning her slim frame. Caleb begins to fondle her nipples through her thin bra and dress, planting kisses on her peachy neck, in-between his kisses he asks, "You ready, Viv?" She nods bashfully, but her eyes reflect sexual desire. She wants him. She wants him bad.

Marcy and Dan

Dan sits in the kitchen for what feels like ages, but it has been only roughly 20 minutes. Dan loves surprises and he knows if it's coming from his wife it's gonna be a good one. Marcy calls out to Dan, "I want you to close your eyes Mister!" He obliges and closes his eyes. Marcy emerges from the stairs wearing a sexy devil costume, the deep red crushed velvet hugs her curves, and the sequins shimmer beautifully. "Open your eyes now, Daddy-o."

Dan opens his eyes, and boy was the wait worth every second. Marcy does a little twirl on her glossy black stilettos, showing off the cheeky cut hugging her rounded rear. "Wow dear, you've really outdone yourself this year." Dan gave her a delighted grin. "I'm so glad to hear you like it!" Marcy beams. Dan gestures with his index finger for her to come over. Marcy shuffles giddily towards him and he pats his lap. She sits down and he pets her hair, talking into her neck. "I really like it." Marcy puts her hand to her mouth in a coy manner. "Oh my, Mr. Shaffer." She pauses and then whispers seductively, stroking his thigh, "How much?" Dan begins stroking her inner thigh. "Let's go to the bedroom." He says in a low but dominating voice. Marcy nods and then grins, "There's one more surprise upstairs." Dan looked puzzled but nevertheless excited. "I'm brimming with anticipation." He says, with a devilishly handsome smile.

Dan follows Marcy up the stairs to their bedroom, Marcy practically skipping her way to the door. She opens the door slowly, and straddling the bed is a strange metal tent frame-like structure. Dan is at a loss for words, he has never seen anything like this before, even when he watches porn he doesn't venture far out of the ordinary. He begins to wonder what kinds of things his wife fantasizes about in her spare time. "Wow Marce... I don't know what to say." He felt excited but also kind of daunted. They have had pretty vanilla sex for the majority of their marriage with the exception of a few experimental occasions in the early years but nothing quite like this. Marcy smiles, "That's not all..." Dan looks hesitant this time, but still interested in what it may be.

Marcy pulls out a black leather paddle, a riding crop, and a ball gag from the closet. Dan raises his eyebrows but straightens his face soon after, quickly embracing his wife's new kinky side. "So what do you want me to do with all of this?" He speaks with a sensuous tone. "I want you to let me dominate you." Marcy says this with a straight face and a clear voice, and Dan can tell she means it. He sucks in a breath and holds up his hand signaling her to give him a minute and leaves the room. Marcy sits down on the bed, anxious that he was upset with her. Things were going so well up to this point. Dan returns after a few nerve wracking minutes and stands in the doorway. "I'll do it."

Samuel

Before he continues to jack off, Sam decides to grab a beer from his mini fridge. He changes his mind when he peers inside and grabs 4 just in case. He isn't an exceptionally bulky guy, but rather built like a runner, lithe and above average height. He probably won't need 4 beers to get drunk but he is going to drink them all anyway.

When he gets back to his bed he decides to look for a new video. This time he settles on a Milf clip. He starts stroking himself slowly, gripping the base as he goes up and down. Sam watches the busty brunette woman in her late 30's bouncing up and down a long, lean cock while he downed his first beer. He couldn't shake that weird feeling so he polished off another, still stroking himself. He felt tension building in his sack, but he was nowhere near coming yet.

The woman moaned loudly, fondling the man's balls while she squatted and gyrated her hips, her pussy coating his shaft. Sam was on his third beer when he heard a sultry voice call out to him. "Oh Sammy boy... I want you to blow your load down my throat." He shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck." He uttered. Sam paused the video and cocked his head to the side, listening carefully to make sure he just heard what he thought he did. All that clung to the air was silence. Must've been his imagination. He finished his last beer and felt pretty tired, the uneasiness killing his libido. Sam closed the tab and passed out.

Vivian and Caleb

Vivian lays on her back and Caleb begins to rub the outside of her panties, using tactful motions while deepening his kisses on her neck. Her parents would kill him if he left any hickeys. She moans softly, encouraging him while she reaches out and starts to stroke his dick through his pants. He is already hard, and it would be difficult not to be. Caleb feels her panties dampen under his finger tips and pushes them to the side, slowly slipping a finger into her soft, wet slit. Vivian's moans become louder, and her body tenses, pent up excitement coming to a head. She licks her fingers and slides her hand down his pants, and into his underwear, now stroking his cock with a lubed up hand. He lets out a groan, and begins to finger her faster. Vivian cries out in pleasure. Caleb whispers in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nods her head fervently now, biting her lower lip. Caleb gets on his knees and pulls his pants and underwear down to his pelvis, exposing his generous cock.

He removes her panties, cupping her ass in one hand, he guides himself into her soaking pussy with the other. He slides himself slowly into the tight hole, every inch more gratifying than the last. Vivian gasps and grips the carpet beneath her. He unbuttons her dress and frees her breasts, unclipping the front closure and cupping her breast in his free hand while he thrusts, his other hand still cupping her ass cheek. She grabs his shoulders while he pounds her, and lifts her legs in the air. "Oh fuck Caleb!" She moans loudly. The slap of his balls is audible against her velvety cunt. It doesn't take very long before she shudders, her pussy pulsating around his cock and coating it in slippery cum. Caleb soon follows suit, pushing himself deeply inside of her while releasing his thick load. They lay there breathless for a few minutes before composing themselves and redressing. In the brief silence that followed, they hear a thud from outside of the room.

Marcy and Dan

Dan nervously inspects the rig, confused as to what he is supposed to do. Two sets of black leather cuffs hang from chains connected to the top of the conjoining bars. Marcy lowers the chains and cuffs onto the bed, and picks up the riding crop. She musters her best demanding tone and points to the bed with the crop, her arm moving in a sweeping motion. "Move, now." Dan obliges and sits on the bed. Marcy then takes the crop and directs it at his clothing, running the end of it over his chest. "Take off your clothes." Her voice sounding slightly more confident this time. He unbuttons his shirt at a delayed pace, unsure as to how to act submissively. "Faster." She demands, her voice lower and more commanding. She swats the bed next to his thigh with the riding crop. Dan begins to undo the buttons faster. "Yes Marcy."

"Good boy, now your pants." She says, her tone reflecting assuagement.

He's starting to get turned on by this and takes an unnecessary pause in removing his pants. Marcy observes his disobedience. "Do you want me to whip you, slave?" She questions, displaying dominance. He shakes his head no, waiting for the tension to build up before he receives his punishment. "Then I suggest you move faster."

Dan unzips his pants and slides them off at a sufficient pace, but decides to test her by leaving them at his ankles. "Is this some kind of joke to you?", She asks. "I've informed you I will whip you if you don't do as I tell you." Marcy sounds firm on her threat. Dan retorts, the words slipping past his lips almost unconsciously. "Then make me." He prepares himself, fearing he would come to regret his words. "Turn over, now." She has adopted moxie in her tone. He turns around and instinctively takes a position on his knees. Marcy isn't very experienced with swatting someone as she never spanked her kids, so she starts off with a quarter of her overall strength. Dan sucks in air and makes a small whimper of pleasure. But he wants more. Marcy realizes he is really getting turned on and repeats her action. Dan moans softly this time, surprising himself. "Do you like that, peasant?", Marcy utters in the heat of the moment. He nods his head yes. This was getting increasingly hot for him. Marcy gave him a slightly harder swat. "Yeah? Do you like that?" He groans in pleasure. "Y-yes mistress."

"Good, because that's all you get for now, so savour it."

Vivian and Caleb

The two remain silent, now filled with both curiosity, and anxiety. "Did you hear that, Caleb?" Vivian whispers, her tone filled with notable uncertainty. Caleb nods his head, and attempts to reassure her. He speaks in a soft, low voice just in case. "It's probably those people we talked about earlier."

He has a bad feeling in his gut but wont reflect it. The sound of shoes hitting the wood flooring now comes to ear and two male voices can also be heard. The first voice speaks. "I told you it would be easy to break in." The second voice replies, "You're right, but let's be quick about this, we don't have a whole lot of time to hide the body."

Vivian covers her mouth in shock, and Caleb looks lost as to what he should do to protect her. Of all the things they could've potentially run into tonight, why does it have to be murderers? Silent tears are now streaming down her face, and she's visibly frightened out of her mind. Caleb puts a finger to his lip to signal her not to speak while he focuses in on the conversation. Voice number one now speaks again. "I saw a crawlspace mentioned on their listing, but no picture. We'll just have to locate it." Voice number two replies, "Let's get looking for the entrance." Caleb's eyes grew wide. He signals Vivian to quietly crawl to the closet with him and quickly closes the doors behind them, moving as soundlessly as possible.

The sound of wandering feet echo on the hardwood floor as they continue to become increasingly closer. Vivian closes her eyes and Caleb places a hand over her mouth while shielding her with his arm. The creak of the bedroom door is almost deafening as the blood pounds in their heads, adrenaline coursing through both of them. The first voice calls out, "Doesn't look like this one." He closes the door behind him, and Vivian relaxes her body for a moment. The second voice locates a door leading downstairs. "Think I found it." The sound of rustling plastic is followed by a grunt. Voice number two chuckles. "Man this fucker is heavy, must've been a bitch to choke his ass out." Voice number one joins in on the laughter. "Trust me... It was." The footsteps trail off with the creaking of stairs, the rustling muffled as the two descend into the basement.

Samuel

He awakens in his drunken stupor, it's still night time and his vision is a little blurry but nonetheless able to focus on his surroundings. Sam has to piss and he's genuinely surprised he didn't earlier. He slowly swings his legs off the side of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He doesn't bother turning on the light, if he misses he'll just clean it up tomorrow. When he returns to his bed and lays down, he shuts his eyes. He's almost asleep again when he hears the voice from earlier drift through the air. "Come on Sam, you know you want me to make you cum."

"Where the fuck is that coming from?" Sam says, starting to feel uncomfortable and agitated.

An outline starts to appear in front of him and he screams, bolting up and backing into his pillow. "Who the fuck are you!?", He yells in surprise. His vision becomes clearer and a scantily clad and incredibly sexy woman fully materializes before him. He can't tell if the woman slowly emerged from the darkness of his room, or if she just magically appeared. Sam frankly didn't care, both options freak him out. "I'm your wildest fantasy." She coos. While her voluptuous figure, full lips, and inhumanly blonde hair that glitters in the near blackness is appealing... He remains incredibly skeptical. Honestly, his wildest dream isn't a psycho that hides in his room and pops up half naked while he is trying to go to bed. "No I mean, really. Who are you? How did you get in."

She begins to crawl onto the bed. "I told you what I am." Sam isn't satisfied with her answer and quickly jumps out of bed to evade her. "Tell me who you are or I'm calling the police!" She giggles in response, "That won't do you any good." He is now finally angry. "What the hell do you mean!?" Sam exclaims. She teleports in front of him. He looks at her in utter disbelief. "I mean, they literally can't catch me.

Sam is filled with shock. How the hell did she do that? The woman strokes Sam's chest and he flinches. Her fingers are cold. "What are you?" He asks, shaking. She smiles and responds while cupping his crotch. "I'm a Succubus." Now Sam normally wouldn't believe that claim, but what she just did and the coolness of her skin indicate that she's likely telling the truth, and regardless if she is a Succubus or not, she's certainly not human. He's only heard of these beings in books and Wiki articles before. Why would she appear before him anyway? "Why did you choose me?" He asked. "Why would I choose anyone?" She replies and then pauses. "Because I'm bored." Sam isn't sure if he should feel flattered or insulted. It took him a moment to realize he has a growing erection. She certainly had a way with her hand, cold or not. "So what exactly do you want from me?" He asks.