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by Kenn Dahll
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Horror
Description: Samhain, the ancient Gaelic term for the pagan harvest celebration has morphed in what we now know as Halloween. Major features of the holiday include costume parties in which guests portray historical figures or character types--the skimpier and sexier the costume the more fun the party. Gene is all decked out in his gladiator costume ready for a wild party at his friend Jim's house on the Intracoastal Waterway. Jim is rumored to be into Satanism and witchcraft so Gene is not surprised by the larger than life-sized statue of Lucifer in the foyer. More disconcerting is the miniature replica of the devil which appears at various times as Gene enjoys the pleasures of sex with a female who turns out to be a shemale, her straight male lover, a lesbian with a strap-on dildo, her female lover, and an oversexed young twink among the assortment of guests. Gene drinks a lot but doesn't do drugs so the confusion he faces as he's brought before the Satanic statue is inexplicable; but the pain he is impaled on the Horned One's large hard appendage is undeniable. His mystification increases over the next few days as Gene learns the significance of his fellow guests' costumes, the implications of his own garb, and the true nature of the Samhain events. Kiki Howell, an established erotic paranormal author has this to say about Samhain: "But, as I continued to read, the tale got increasingly darker, which being a big fan of Halloween, I found myself slinking down in my chair much like I do when the scary music from a horror film comes on. This was not so much because I felt it was going to be scary, but as the tone deepened and the images became more demonic, I was bracing for what was to come which was heightened by his constant entwining of the paranormal and the erotic elements.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [44 KB]
Reading time: 18-26 min.
"...as creepy as it was arousing. The sex is gritty and raw... very fast paced. This isn't for the timid. It pushes the limit in sex and storytelling. It's evil and arousing. If you like it rough and creepy, it's just what you want in a Halloween story." - Seriously Reviewed
"... an intensely sexual story... hot and varied, with a little something to appeal to just about every kink... the writing is strong... those who approach it with the right expectations certainly will not be disappointed" -Sally Sapphire, Siren Book Reviews, 4/5 SIREN STONES
"The sex was hot...If you want a quick read that is full of alternative sex with she-males, statues, and a whole collection of people, I would give this story a try and see if it quenches your appetite." -Claudia R., Manic Readers Reviews
I'm smoking hot in my gladiator costume. With my six foot five frame, lean and mean two hundred pounds of muscle, and two-day black facial growth, I look like a modern-day Spartacus. A leather breastplate molds to my chiseled pecs and ripped abdomen, yet allows more than a few stray black hairs to curl over the top presaging a real fur mat under the breastplate. The short skirt made of four-inch wide leather flaps allows my muscular hirsute calves and thighs to be on display. It also titillates my prick. Since I'm not wearing anything under the kilt, my huge half-hard dick flops against the leather as I walk, causing a flap to project outward, letting everyone know a monster lurks underneath. I don't see how any cute chicks or gay twinks could rebuff my offer to fuck their tight pussies or asses.
My friend Jim, host of the Halloween party, is chair of a local bisexual social organization with the ambiguous name of 'Tri-Bi'--for 'Tricounty Bisexuals of Miami-Dade, Broward and Palm Beach Counties'. Jim supposedly has a large uncut cock; but I have never seen it. He's also rumored to be into witchcraft and maybe even devil worship; but I don't believe either claim. Several images in the house have religious overtones including visions of hell and scenes from Revelations. I think his choice of art led to the rumors. Not that Jim does anything to dispel them. In fact, a larger than life statue of Satan greeting guests at the front door, taken from a Medieval manuscript , all red with large bat-like wings, cloven hoofs, horns, a long tail and obscenely huge cock and balls, certainly fosters his maleficent persona.
Fiendish or not, Jim knows how to throw a serious Halloween party in his spacious waterfront home. The bar is out on the patio, fronting the Intracoastal Waterway, with a wide selection of booze. Just inside, in a so called 'Florida Room' is a mouth-watering array of fruits, cheeses, crackers, dips, and finger foods. I grab a bottle of imported beer and a small plate of snacks and amble around the rest of the house.
It's still early so the party goers are introducing themselves to each other, admiring their creative costumes, and trying to guess the other guests' genders. In a dim corner of the Family Room Lady Godiva and the Wolfman are in a tight embrace. The Wolfman has a hand down the back of Godiva's miniskirt and is howling loudly. In the more formal Living Room, Alice and the Mad Hatter are sitting in an easy chair, the Mad Hatter, on Alice's lap, is bouncing up and down and stroking an erect dick protruding from the front of his costume. Something--a prick, a dildo, who knows--is penetrating his asshole and he loves it.
Out of the corner of my eye I spy a thin, black figure in what appears to be a diminutive red toga dart past a pair of French doors. Curious, I stroll over to the open doors and look around. The area is clear of foliage and furniture, yet the figure is nowhere in sight; however, an eighteen inch tall figurine, a miniature of the Satan effigy, sits on a column by the doors.
Shrugging it off, I continue my tour until an intimate wood-paneled den appeals to me. I sit in a black leather chair, finish my food, and wait for the fly to come into the spider web. I don't have to wait for long. An intriguing trio dressed as Aphrodite, Zeus and Ganymede enters the room, surrounds the chair I'm in, and then closes in on me. Six hands explore my body, a couple slipping under my leather kilt. They move around too fast for me to grope their crotches to see who has a dick and who doesn't.
I do manage to check them out visually. Aphrodite is pale, tall and willowy with a long blond wig. Her pale blue toga barely covers her bust and groin areas. Zeus, several shades darker, wears a tan toga over about ten percent of his six-foot muscular frame. The material stretches over a large mound in his crotch. Real or enhanced? I intend to find out. Ganymede's white robe is even skimpier that Zeus's tan one. Either a very flat-chested young girl or an extremely thin twink, Ganymede's slender physique suggests a hot fuck. Definitely interested in my cock, Ganymede slips it out between two leather flaps and strokes it.
Aphrodite climbs onto my lap and presents a full breast for me to grasp, I'm pretty sure those are real tits I'm kneading After I thoroughly maul her boobs, she stands and moves to offer her presumably juicy wet pussy for me to eat out.
Fuck! She's got a dick! The tip is pressing against my lips. Instead of a compliant labia opening for my tongue, my lips are yielding to the pressure of a precum slickened, cut cock. At the same time Ganymede's hands entice my prick to its full nine, fat, uncut inches.
As I suck the she-male's shaft, Zeus, who is undeniably male, straddles my legs as he mounts the she-male from behind, his balls bouncing on my abdomen and his ass crack sliding up and down my hard pole being held upright by Ganymede. Zeus rams his cock in deeper and deeper into Aphrodite's ass as his butt teases my cockhead. Ganymede continues to play with my equipment keeping it hard.