Danny Boy - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

Danny Boy - A Halloween Story

... companies to offer the ‘naughty’ costumes.” he said. “Other companies have copied them, but the costumes from the Four Sisters are special.” “In what way?” “The sisters still have enough power when all four of them act together,” he explained, “to put a spell on many of their Halloween costumes. A girl who would wear something like that is pretty slutty to begin with, but the costume amplifies it. Any girl who wears a costume from The Four Sisters Costume Company to a Halloween party is compelled by the costume itself to duplicate the actions of at least one of the four sisters... sometimes all four. And when they do, the sisters receive some of the life force that is released.” He looked up at me and said in a very worried tone of voice, “They are getting stronger. If Halloween gets any raunchier and their costumes get even more popular, who knows? They might eventually get their powers back.” Light was starting to seep in through the curtains. It was morning. He tapped his pipe against his hand to dislodge the tobacco and put it away in his pocket. “Well now ye have your story,” he said as he put his hat on his head. He walked across the desk ...

... and stood before me and added, “I’ll be looking for it on line.” Then he was gone. He didn’t shimmer or fade or disappear in a puff of smoke, he was just gone, leaving no evidence of his presence other than a tiny pile of ashes next to my keyboard. “That was a weird dream,” I said to myself. But then I looked at the ashes and up at my monitor where The Four Sisters website was still on the screen. A naughty school teacher leered at me in her skimpy, almost-not-there skirt and her white business shirt that was open all the way down to the navel. It was an animated image and she was slapping a long wooden ruler against the palm of her hand in preparation for its use. “Maybe it wasn’t a dream?” I said as I continued to study the website. “Maybe Danny Boy was real and so was his story.” As I continued to scroll through the almost pornographic Halloween costumes, I realized that I had a very important decision to make. Should I send out a warning to all of the girls that I knew were coming to my Halloween party? Or should I send them gift certificates instead? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =