October Thirty-First. Halloween. All Hallows' Eve.

We, me and some of my fraternity brothers with more than a few of our sorority sisters, stood behind a rusting wrought-iron fence, mesmerized as we stared at a surreal mansion mysteriously appearing in the distance.  Music faintly wafted through the still night.  Margaret, one of the sorority sisters, said she heard Dvořák’s The Noon Witch and Water Goblin.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I told her, having limited knowledge of classical music, majoring in mathematics and physics.

The old church, which once stood here, had been abandoned for years after the incumbent rector committed adultery with numerous wives of his parish, and it was rumored – although never substantiated – that he deflowered more than one young virgin engaged to be married.  The scandal rocked the tight-knit community, which quickly abandoned his church and fled en masse to an adjacent parish.  While under investigation by his bishop, the rector supposedly took his own life, and his wife (whose death, in all fairness, was never definitively proven to be by his hand) had stood steadfastly by him, even as his sordid behaviors were gradually revealed.

One night, long after its doors had closed, the wooden church burned to the ground.  Suspiciously, according to local papers of the time.  Arson was suspected, but could not be substantiated by the fire investigators.  Now, only the graveyard remained, rarely visited and all but abandoned.

“What do you think it is?” one of the frat brothers asked, pointing at the house. 

“Yes, what is that?” a sorority sister added.

“I don't know, but I'm curious.  Let’s go and check it out.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I think we really should check this out.  Granted, it is strange, but what could happen? Or are you all afraid of witches, ghosts, and goblins and all the supernatural nonsense?”  I added with a smirk.

One after another, all my ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ said, “Not me,” “Me neither,” or simply a quite definitive “No.”

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Deserted and my suggestion to investigate soundly rejected, I proceeded on my own.

The mansion was brightly lit, which I thought was unusual as no power lines had ever been laid to the structure.   “One hell of a lot of candles,” I thought, struggling to calculate the luminosity.

Not surprisingly (who knows how long it had been since it was last oiled), the graveyard gate squeaked eerily as I pushed it open.

The path through the cemetery was overgrown and framed by the leafless branches of the long-dead trees.

Fortunately, the harvest moon shone brightly enough to let me navigate between old headstones, their details worn away by weathering, and find the stone walkway leading to the mansion doorsteps.

Admittedly, I was becoming somewhat scared.  The dirt road fronting the property had disappeared, and beyond that, only darkness reigned.  A strong fog had rolled in, further reducing visibility.  Numerous bats seemed to fly about aimlessly, which added to my growing nervousness.  Their beady red eyes made me even more anxious and jittery as I approached the mansion.

Intellectually, I knew what I was seeing couldn’t be there (if for no other reason, nothing had ever been built on the property after the church had burned down).  Nonetheless, it seemed solid enough and real enough.  As I reached for the brass knocker on the solid wood door, the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen opened it.  She was immaculately dressed in a satin evening gown, standing in stiletto high heels to die for.  She exuded femininity and elegance from her neatly pinned-up hair to her feet.  My eyes, however, focused on the cleavage of her perfect breasts, heaving as she breathed.

Suddenly my trance was broken.

“May I help you, young man?”

Stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and catching me staring at her bosom rather than her face, she repeated herself.

“Can I help you?”

At a loss for words, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“Trick or Treat?”  What else could I say, considering the season, and caught, figuratively, with my pants down?

She giggled and laughed hauntingly.

“How about both?” she responded wickedly, beckoning me into her candlelit parlor.

“Please have a seat,” she said, pointing to a settee for me as she sat in another opposite me.  On a small table between us was a carved pumpkin that shone strangely, with no apparent source of illumination.  Numerous black cats prowled about, their yellow eyes flashing intermittently in the semi-darkness.

A few quiet, unsettling moments passed before she broke the silence.

“Aren’t you a little old for trick-or-treating, young man?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “I guess I am.”

“So what brings you to my lair, then?”  The word ‘lair’ was unusual, I thought.

“Well, me and some friends were walking on the road in front of the cemetery and noticed your mansion shining in the distance.”

“Let me guess, you and your friends decided to check it out since there has never been a house on this property.”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“So let me ask you, do you think the house is real?  Or me, for that matter?”

“Well, I can’t argue; the house is solid, and you seem real enough.  Who are you?”

“Who do you want me to be?” she responded cryptically. 

“Is this a trick question?”

“No, not at all,” she replied, crossing her legs, with the slit in her gown revealing the tops of her sheer stockings and red straps of her garter belt.

“This lady is good,” I thought.   Despite never seeing her before, or anyone quite like her, I found myself strangely drawn to her as she stealthily revealed herself.  It is almost as if she knew my innermost desires in a woman.  I was quickly being seduced by her.

I wasn’t sure how to answer her.

Sensing my nervous anxiety, she again broke the silence permeating the room.

“Since you didn’t bring a paper bag or a plastic pumpkin with you, how about I give you one of my special treats?”

“Special treats?” I asked inquisitively.

“Yes, special treats.  We both know what you really want, don’t we?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh, I think you do, James.”

“James?  How do you know my name?”

“It’s not important.  I know all about you and, most importantly, your deepest desires.  Come now, follow me.”

I’m not sure how, but this woman had become even more beautiful and desirable than she was when she answered the door.  I was awestruck as I stood.

Reaching out, she took my hand and interlocked her dainty fingers through mine. 

“Don’t be afraid,” she said, leading me to the dim, candlelit staircase.

Up the stairs we climbed, her butt invitingly wiggling from side to side.

Moments later, the door leading to her bedroom magically opened by itself.

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“Please,” she pointed, motioning me inside.

As I entered, I was immediately drawn to the old-fashioned four-poster bed against one wall, the moonlight shining through the window sheers behind it.

A fireplace on the opposite wall was blazing; its flames were intoxicatingly romantic.  Strangely,  no visible supply of firewood was apparent.

She followed behind me, spinning me around before pulling me into her embrace.

The deep green eyes staring into mine were strangely bright, as if a light itself shone from them.

My remaining resistance all but disappeared as our lips met.

What happened next remains a blur, like time itself had no meaning or existence.

First, our clothes furtively disappeared.  Except for her gartered stockings and the stilettos, we were naked.

“What just happened?” I asked in nervous fear.

“Nothing.  Now, just relax.  It’s time for your treat.”

The woman slid to her knees and, taking my erection in her hand, began sucking me as she gently stroked the length of my shaft with her fingers.

I squealed, “Yes,” as her lips surrounded my manhood and drew me deep down her throat.

Time stood still as she deftly stroked and sucked my cock.  It was the best blow job I had ever received, and my moans and groans filled the bedroom.

Fearlessly, I grabbed the back of her head, holding it in place as I began fucking her warm maw.

Unlike many women I had known, this lady did not resist.  In fact, she genuinely relished receiving the thrusts.  Eventually, I could feel a familiar pressure building inside of me, and, holding the back of her head even more tightly, I filled her mouth with my hot seed.

“Swallow it, swallow it all,” I screamed out as I delivered my load, flooding her mouth with cum.

After a few minutes, I pulled her up and, without saying a word, pushed her back on satin sheets.

As if by instinct, without being asked, she drew her knees back and opened her legs, exposing her vulva glistening with her wetness with a neatly-trimmed triangular pubic mound above.

Parting her puffy lips, she arched her back and softly moaned and sighed as my tongue explored the depths of her silkiness.  She began bucking wildly as she screamed in ecstasy, her fingers clinching the sheets as I took her higher and higher.

Suddenly, she pulled my mouth tightly against her pussy, grabbing my head to hold it in place.  Vaginal juices gushed from her pussy, flooding my mouth with the nectar of her sex, which I struggled to lap up with vigor.

I had no idea how time had passed, only that it was still night, and surprisingly, the fire still burned brightly despite no wood having been placed on it.

I had no recollection of it happening, but suddenly I found myself on my back on her bed and moments later watched as she climbed on top of me, and slid down on my cock and began riding me, cowgirl.

Starting slowly at first, she began riding me faster and faster, taking my entire length inside of her effortlessly.  Her boobs bounced up and down in accordance with her rhythm, her long brunette hair tossing wildly from side to side while our combined moans and groans filled her boudoir.

It didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to build in my balls, and once again, I shot a hot load inside of her for the second time tonight.

Rolling off me and turning around, she lowered herself against my mouth while she went down on me once again.  We both eagerly tasted our combined juices.  They must have been an aphrodisiac because I quickly became hard as a rock again, and she obviously was just as eager as I was as she rolled over on her knees and put her head down while keeping her perfect butt up in the air.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she screamed.  “Fuck it hard and deep!”

I don’t know who this woman was.  But whoever she was, she was simply amazing.  I had never met a woman with her stamina and endurance, and, to be honest, never met a woman who seemingly had the uncanny ability to rejuvenate my own sexual energy.   Despite having already cum twice tonight, I was rock hard.  I didn’t have to be asked twice.

Several times, I slid my cockhead in her dripping pussy, wetting it with her juices.  I then rubbed it against the brown starfish of her asshole.

Sliding it back into her pussy again, I wetted my cock once more, preparing it for the assault on her butt.

“Spread your cheeks,” I asked.

She willingly complied.

I placed my glans against the entrance to her ass and firmly pushed into her.

She grunted and, arching her back, pushed back against me and eagerly took my entire length up her ass.  Obviously, this was not her first time.

Soon, I was slowly pumping my entire length in and out of her tight ass.  It didn’t take much time before she began rocking her hips back to meet my thrusts.

“This woman, whoever she is, is unreal,” was all I could think.

Our moans quickly became screams of exquisite pleasure as we enjoyed each other’s bodies to the fullest.  The sounds of ecstasy filled the room.

Shortly afterward, we both exploded in euphoric bliss.  It took several minutes for her explosive orgasm to subside.

Only the sound of our hurried breathing filled the room.

I turned and looked once again into the green eyes of this amazing, unknown woman.  I moved to kiss her, the last thing I remember that night.

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I awoke the next morning to find my flesh and organs had disappeared, replaced with a bony skeleton.  A second skeleton, presumably of the woman, lay alongside me, its bony arms stretched across me.  I screamed out in ardent horror. 

“What is happening?” I scream. 

The woman simply smiles, reaching out to stroke my face and run her finger across my jaw.

“Welcome to Hell.”

“Hell?” I ask, questioningly.

“Or Hades, if you prefer,” she says, laughing with a deep, evil howl.

At the moment, the woman, who had been the ideal of womanhood the night before, transformed into a most ugly and grotesque demoness.

“Remember, last night I promised you both a trick and a treat?”

“Yes, I remember,” swallowing hard.

With a demonic howl, she replies, “Last night you got the treat of your life.  Now, the treat has become the trick.”  Then, adding laughingly, “For all eternity.”

“I don’t understand, where’s my body?  Where’s your body?”

“Darling, you don’t understand, do you?

“No, I don’t,” I screamed back.

“Let me explain it more clearly for you.  You no longer have a soul because you sold it to Satan as the price to make love with me last night.  “And,” she added, “Life, at least life as you think of it, can’t be without the soul.”

“NO!” I screamed.  “This can’t be happening.  I didn’t know.  Please!”

“Oh, dear James.  Don’t you remember your mother telling you as a young boy, ‘If it’s too good to be true, it probably is?’  Well, honey, you should have listened to your mother when you had the chance.  Now, darling, it's too late.  For both of us.”