No matter where you live on the planet, no matter what you call it, All Hallows Eve, Halloween, Samhain, this night is the time when the distinction between the living world and the other realm becomes blurred.
Just one night of the year where the corporeal and the ethereal, the living and the dead, the past and the present, can walk the same plane of existence. Good or bad, mischievous or harmless, playful or with evil intent, all can come out to play on All Hallows Eve.
Zack was definitely out to play, and though his intent could not be described as evil, it was most certainly self-serving and selfish.
Zack is one of those boys, 19 years old and thinks he rules the world, and it would be true to say that inside his comparatively tiny world and all that interests him within it, he does rule it.
6ft 4 inches of tanned, toned athletic body, crowned with a halo of gold blonde hair, he is pretty much the epitome of every post-adolescent girls 'sex god' ideal.
He plays sport, he's captain of the local basketball team, he runs, he goes to the gym, he surfs. He has an entourage of adoring cheerleaders and not a few cheerleaders Moms too!
Everyone loves Zack, from the school sports coaches at his local college to the 9th graders who tack newspaper clippings of him to their walls. Everyone loves Zack, most of all, Zack himself.
There is however in the small town of Huntersville, a selection of people who don't really love Zack at all. You couldn't call them a group, because they wouldn't admit it to anyone and so have never discovered the existence of others. But they are there.
As the popular boy in town, Zack had his share of sexual experiences with a fair number of the many willing, clamouring girls.
His first conquest was Shelley, just turned 18, new girl in town and cute as a button in her short cheerleaders skirt, tight cropped top and bouncy blonde bunches. Wowee, Shelley was a cutie alright, and willing too, it hadn't taken her long to figure out Zack was 'the' boy to bag.
He had driven her up to the woods at the top of the hill, a popular spot for parking and making out. She had been driving him wild half the night at a party, skipping around in a tiny skirt, her butt cheeks and panties tantalisingly peeking out from beneath. He was half hard by the time they got to the top of the hill and his thick 8inch cock was straining at his shorts, fully to attention just seconds after he pressed his lips against hers and sank his tongue into her hot little mouth.
He knew he'd got her going, she got into the back of the car with him and he had quickly found a way into her panties, slipping a finger under the elastic at the top of her thigh. She was so wet for him, if he hadn't had an epic jerk off session before heading out that night, he would have cum in his shorts like a total dweeb.
With cute little Shelley writhing under him, making fake attempts to push him off and alternating between moans of pleasure, panting "Yes, mm yes," and little cries of "No.. Oh no!" he worked two fingers into her tight, grasping little cunt. She'd bucked and squirmed under him, pushing down onto his fingers until they were buried inside her, up to the knuckles.
He roughly pushed up her skirt, pulled down those tiny white panties and jammed the head of his swollen dick against her wet pussy lips.
"Mmm, you're so sweet baby, this will feel real good," he promised her as he pushed inside, her hot little cunt slowly stretching to accommodate him.
She'd cried out at the pain as his massive cock entered her, and he covered her mouth with his own, her hands gripping and clawing at his back. His hips jerking hard as he thrust his full length deep inside her, feeling his hard tool bottom out against her cervix as his balls slapped against her bare ass.
He'd meant to enjoy this longer, his first proper fuck, but the heady combination of her impossibly tight cunt gripping and milking his cock, and her little panting cries of pain mixed with pleasure sent him over the edge. Just three or four savage thrusts and he unloaded jet after jet of thick cum into her sore pussy.
He collapsed on top of her, moaning into her hair, "Oh I love you Baby, I love you."
She'd waited for him to call, but he never did. He lay at home, jerking off to the memories of her soft, sweet little cunt, his cock springing to life at the thought that he'd had it first, he'd taken her and broken her in.
Zack had plenty of other dates that went along fairly similar lines, most of them not virgins like Shelley, some of them he saw more than once, but none satisfied him fully. He longed for a woman who could master him, one who wasn't awestruck by his status but would take control, take him to his limits and maybe further.
But as an arrogant dumb jock, with all the conversational skills of a brick wall , the depth of a puddle and the emotional sensitivity of 165lb of raw steak, Zack would never find that woman.
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All Hallows Eve, fortunately for partying purposes a Friday, dawned bright and crisp and clear. There were any number of parties planned around the college campus and at various houses in town and Zack knew he was invited to all of them should he choose to attend.
He and his buddies from the team had gone through every costume store in town, with Zack declaring most of the costumes to be, "Gay!" or, "Totally gay, no way!".
Finally he settled on the one costume he figured was utterly 'none gay', a doctors outfit of white coat, stethoscope and black pants. The rest of the guys picked out things like pirate outfits or werewolf costumes, except for Ryan who decided to be a vampire and couldn't quite find what he needed.
In a spirited frame of mind the group made their way across town to the 'Freak Shop' as the local magic and gothic store was known. Bursting in through the doors, disturbing the quiet atmosphere in the dark, heavily perfumed store, Zack and his friends made quite a racket. The regular customers made themselves scarce, being the typical prey for this group of bullies, leaving just Miranda behind the counter.
"Can I help you boys?" she asked softly, flicking a glossy black braid over her shoulder.
"Yeahhhhhh, where's your vampire shit hidden?" Zack demanded.
Miranda rolled her eyes a little behind her steel-framed spectacles.
"Vampire 'shit', is over there in the corner," she indicated to a row of shelves and clothing racks, holding amongst other things, fake blood, fake pointy teeth, pointy collared shirts and black cloaks.
The boys made a nuisance of themselves rummaging through the stock whilst Ryan picked out what he needed.
Zack picked up a little glass vial and parchment sheet that came with it.
"All Your Heart Desires Potion?" He jeered, "Like this shit really works!"
Miranda glared at him. "If it doesn't honey, I'll give you a full refund!" she hissed, daring him to buy it.
Zack looked round to see if the other guys were paying attention, but they were too wrapped up in waving magic wands around at one another and trying to re-enact scenes from Buffy.
"Ok, I bet I see you tomorrow morning for my refund!" He threw down a handful of dollars and stuffed the potion in his pocket.
"Don't forget the incantation sweetie!" Miranda smiled at him, honey laced with acid.
He grabbed it and pushed it into his wallet before the other boys came back to the counter with Ryan's selections.
Making his excuses to the guys, Zack took off on his own back to his room. The idea was stupid, of course it was, the vial just contained coloured water or oil with maybe a little flavour in it. But in the back of his mind a little voice told him to go ahead, why the heck not.
What did he have to lose?
He found the items the parchment detailed, two orange candles and some table salt. Following the instructions carefully he moved around the room placing a pinch of salt in each corner, though he couldn't get into the last one as his bed was in the way, and he ended up dropping the salt in the bed. He didn't really think it would matter though, after all it wasn't as if it was real!
He sat on the floor, the candles lit in front of him, one at each hand and a metal dish in the centre. Holding in his mind what he wanted he knocked the contents of the vial back in one go and read the incantation out.
"All I desire, I should find;
Hidden in my heart and mind.
What I want I now will get,
With this spell my wishes met."
With that he touched the parchment to each flame in turn and let it burn until the flame licked his fingertips and he had to drop it into the dish in front of him.
Behind his closed eyelids images flickered, a dark haired woman with full curving figure, her face hidden from his; a fire crackling, flames leaping high; the sharp, musky taste of a woman's' pussy; the tightly puckered ring of an anus...
He came too at the hammering on his door, he must have fallen asleep after messing about with the stupid spell.
"Come on Zack, let us in dude!" He could hear his friends outside yelling.
Pulling on the white Doc outfit and slinging the stethoscope over his head he ran out the door, whooping and hollering with them as they headed for the first party.
Two hours later, and more glasses of punch than he'd admit to, the boys and Zack were on their way to the third party. It was getting late now and all the little groups of kids had long gone home with their bags and baskets of candy.
Aiming a kick at a flickering Jack-o-lantern, Zack pushed his way through a big heavy front door, into the seething mass of partying teenagers inside.
The music was thumping and the lights dimmed. Zack could hear his buddies laughing and shouting some where across the room, but it was too packed with bodies to see them. He grabbed another cup of punch from the bowl on the table, and swaying a little moved outside to the back yard.
Out back there was a group of girls, bobbing for apples and shrieking as each time some clown would dunk someone's head right under. Their tops were soaked, revealing bras and in several cases, no bra at all, just hard, dark nipples jutting through the tight,wet fabric.
