The haunted house itself wasn't anything spectacular, but Harold was there every night it was open. He had discovered the secret, you see. The pumpkin. A jack-o-lantern coming off the wall with a wide, grinning mouth. All Harold had to do was stick his co...
Quarrie Balfour slowly climbed the steps of his mansion that led to the second floor. It was early, only a little after ten, but the guests were gone and the house was quiet. He paused to look out the tower window that was half-way up the steps. This hous...
'Hello.' I was about to climax but stopped rubbing my clit when I saw who was calling. I felt a pang upon seeing the pumpkin on the chimney. 'Well?' 'Well, what, mom?' 'It's your 18th Halloween, and you haven't been able to cast a spell. It's your last ch...
Hallows Eve 1790. Molly Addams was fleeing for her life. She was running through the gnarled trees of the forbidden Sleepy Hollow forest, carrying a pumpkin lantern to guide her way through this doomed venture. This town whore was being hunted by the demo...
Devin pumped his cock between the jack-o-lantern’s jagged teeth. Giggling, Clara pumped her cunt on the curved stem they had carefully sanded smooth and covered with a craft glove’s middle finger. As Clara’s squealing climax leaked girly juice down the go...
Dimly lit by flickering pumpkin lanterns, the audience of Le Cabaret de L'Enfer watched with bated breath as each veil slowly slid off the lead dancer's enchanting body. Her movements were like those of an ethereal wraith; hips gyrating, arms outstretched...
Out of the window, perilously spread, her soft unfettered flank is a propitious shade of ochre. Between blackened smile and Pythagorean eyes emerge soft pink folds glistening in the sun’s final rays. As shade darkens her perch, the pumpkin on the sill dro...
My skin was smooth and glowing; one of the benefits of being covered in cum is that it’s good for the skin. I had a massive to-do list—party preparations—and the young men from Top Cuts Landscaping ultimately had to spend the entire day at my house gettin...
The predawn sunlight woke her. Her lover was warm. He shouldn’t have been warm. Last night, even in the throws of violent passion, he had been cold. She heard the sound of a glass vial hitting the floor. Ah, the pumpkin vial from the gypsy witch. Drinking...
It was late and still no costume. Searching the house for something sexy to wear, stumbling upon a wedding dress and bridal lingerie. She looked absolutely stunning in her costume, the short dress that cascaded down her body, gently rubbing against her si...
Carved into a massive pumpkin, glowed the outline of a half-naked woman; a portrait of Miss Candy, the mistress of the house. The jack-o’-latern glowed as I rang the doorbell under the “Adults Only” sign. She answered with silk and lace, cleavage and hips...
Courtesy of the new moon, I’m swallowed up by the night save for the flickering copper gas lanterns offering short reprieves from the blackness. I continue toward my destination, thinking about what lies ahead. As if on cue, a cool October breeze blows up...
We entered the women's boutique so Brittney could get more candy. “Hi Gregg,” said Debbie. “I was sorry to hear about your wife’s passing.” As we talked, Brittney yelled, “Grandpa, we’re leaving.” “I’ll catch up,” I said. Debbie invited me to her office f...
Knock knock. Rayna opened the hotel room door, staring in shock at the voluptuous woman, nude besides her pumpkin mask and open raincoat, Feeldoe jutting out of her trimmed cunt. The woman presented a coupon for Frightnight Fun – Rayna had recently stealt...
Our first date at a Halloween party was cunningly weird; her costume was deceptively weirder: all black except for a faded printed pumpkin around her tights. “What am I?” Not to be corny but I couldn't hold my smutty mind. “Are you a Jack-O-Lantern?” Her...
