A Witch's Night Out - Sex Stories

A Witch's Night Out

... headlight glare. He summoned some words that might have been a final objection, but they died in a pathetic groan. Carol-Anne grabbed his legs and pulled him as close as he would come. The flickering orange light of the jack-o-lanterns blazed around them as she knelt on the hillside, pumping his hard cock in one fist and feeding herself. Ecstatic cries came from inside. She could picture the person each voice belonged to. Her skin tingled and became entirely too hot for these clothes. Daniel throbbed. She could already taste what would come when he lost control, squirting into her and overflowing. The thought turned her skin to fire. She tried to strip off the rest of her costume but it kept getting stuck. She wanted to rip off the rest of Daniel's costume too, and she imagined stripping it away with her nails, as if they were a cat's claws. She liked the image of his young, naked body appearing through the slits as she tore at him. His cock dripped with wetness. There was no telling how long this had been going on when the front door suddenly burst open, sending a mass of hysterical, naked people out into the night. Daniel jumped and tried to run, and Carol-Anne looked left and right for a hiding place, but when she saw what happened next she forgot the need. Dr. Toothaker, naked and glistening with sweat, ran into the yard and fell to his knees, snorting and lowing and tearing up the ground. He seemed to want to scream but what came out was a distorted, bleating cry, ...

... and now somehow he was changing. His outline shifted and stretched and his features melted and ran away, like candle wax, and in a few seconds he was no longer a man at all but a great black boar, bristles stirring in the autumn wind. Rebecca the nurse joined him, falling to the ground in a kind of fit and rising a few seconds later as a sleek black dog. Both of them ran, leaping and gamboling as they disappeared into the woods, and all the townsfolk cheered. The few still wearing clothes lost them and then began shedding their human bodies too, until a jibbering, bleating, howling menagerie of pigs, dogs, cats, birds and goats filled the yard and spilled out onto the road, into the woods, down into the streets and all through the town, filling the night with their cries. Daniel's jaw dropped. Carol-Anne felt stunned as well. With a start she realized they were right out in the open with the entire town only a few feet away, and she turned to run. She would probably have made it, but at that moment the black cat leapt from its perch and flew at her, hissing, claws extended. She screamed and covered her face, and those in the crowd who were still human turned. Daniel tried to run again but they were on him in seconds (at least he'd managed to pull his pants up in the meantime), and they seized Carol-Anne only a moment later, a large man in a pig mask manhandling her and throwing her down in front of the crowd. Shocked mutterings traveled from one person to the next as they ...