1. A Witch's Night Out


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Coercion, Exhibitionism, First Time, Group Sex, Horror, Reluctance, Teen, Voyeurism, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    there, the jack-o-lantern light reflecting in its eyes. The cat scampered into the yard as Carol-Anne bent down; the gap was just big enough to admit her, if she took off her hat. She passed it through the fence bars and prepared to wriggle. "Wait," Thomas said. Carol-Anne rolled her eyes. The look of wide-eyed disbelief on his face made her sick. "You're not really going in?" "Why do you think we came here?" Thomas squirmed. He didn't really know, of course. She knew Daniel did not understand either, and she hadn't tried to explain to them beyond daring and boasting and cajoling. Now Thomas' half-heartedness was getting the best of him, as it was always going to. He backed away a few steps and stammered, "This isn't right." "Aren't you tired of always doing what Mom and Dad tell you?" "It's not like that," Thomas said, and now there was a note of real fear in his voice that surprised Carol-Anne. "That thing in the woods with the masks was strange. It felt...wrong. Sick. Whatever happens in that house, it's not good for us. We should go back." Carol-Anne examined her brother's slumped shoulders and downcast eyes. He was pleading with her, she knew, and she even realized that on some level he was right. But then she imagined what his future would be: He would never leave this town. He would become the favorite child and aspire to nothing to do with the outside world, and settle down with kids of his own, and his greatest fear would be that they would someday be old enough to ...
    question life here and perhaps want to leave, as he had never done. Even now, as he turned back toward the woods and home with his white shroud fluttering in the breeze, his fate was sealed. Was it too late for her to follow? She decided it was. Probably it had been for years. She looked at Daniel. "What about you?" she said. He hesitated. He had no more stomach for or understanding of this than Thomas did, but he did have one extra incentive. Fear of the unknown was powerful, but so was a stupid 18-year-old boner scarcely concealed by red tights. Daniel stepped up to the fence with her. She was certain he appreciated the view as she squirmed through the gap, her ass wriggling for a few tantalizing seconds. He followed and then they were inside. It seemed as if all the jack-o-lanterns had turned their goblin faces toward the teenagers, grinning at them in welcome and perhaps also in anticipation...but of course, they'd always been facing this direction, or so Carol-Anne told herself. For a moment she was unsure which way to go so as not to knock any over, but then she spotted the cat again, perched atop a particularly large gourd, and she headed toward it. It jumped down and scampered up to the house. Surely Carol-Anne only imagined that it looked back to make sure they were following? The big old house loomed over them, ablaze with light. Carol-Anne had never been this close to it before. She felt giddy and afraid. The cat jumped onto the sill of a certain first-floor window. ...
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