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A Witch's Night Out

Date: 12/13/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Coercion, Exhibitionism, First Time, Group Sex, Horror, Reluctance, Teen, Voyeurism, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

Carol-Anne peered in and Daniel (after a second) joined her. Flickering candelabras overflowing with wax lit the room inside. Everything was decorated in purple and black, and the house teemed with people. They left their masks in a pile as they came in, and Carol-Anne recognized everyone: Mrs. Bishop, her geometry teacher, and Elizabeth Howe, her babysitter when she was five, and Sam Wardwell, the sheriff's deputy. Even Pastor Corey was there. Carol-Anne had never seen him without his collar before. Tables overflowed with food and drink. Daniel pulled up his mask and squinted. "What are they eating?" Carol-Anne shrugged. "Looks like pork. Or veal." "Doesn't look like that to me..." Daniel said. Whatever it was looked pink and glistening, even bloody. Pewter goblets sloshed with thick red fluid. It was probably wine...wasn't it? Both teens jumped as the first note of a low, somber tune made the whole house vibrate. It was strange music, melancholy but also manic, as if the player might be mad with grief. It got down into Carol-Anne's bones and made her want to dance in uncomfortable ways. Even standing still she couldn't help but tap her toes, and she knew that Daniel felt the same. "Isn't that the church organ?" he said. "I can't tell," Carol-Anne said, though she was sure it was. That's when she spotted her mother and father. They stood in a knot with three or four neighbors, laughing and eating. Her father took a large swig out of his cup and crimson droplets clung to the ... corners of his mouth. Carol-Anne's grip tightened on the windowsill. Daniel fidgeted. "Let's go," he said. "I haven't seen enough." "It's just a big party. There's nothing special about it." But doubt tinged his voice. Carol-Anne didn’t let him leave. "Who is that?" she said. "With his mask still on?" It was the same man they'd seen on the road, with the black goat mask. He sat at the head of the table but ate and drank nothing, and spoke to no one. Carol-Anne felt her heart turn to ice whenever his eyes turned to the window. Had he seen them? If so, he betrayed nothing. Something about those eyes frightened her, but in a way that made her want to stay rather than run. She was so fixated on him that it was a moment before she realized Daniel was tugging her sleeve again. "What are they doing?" he said. At first Carol-Anne was not sure what he meant, but then she saw: Pastor Corey and Mrs. Bishop stood near the fireplace, arms flung around each other and lips locked in the sort of kiss Carol-Anne didn't think a minister should give anyone. This happened in plain sight of Mr. Bishop, who for his own part was busy with Rebecca, the pretty nurse from the veterinary hospital, on his lap. Everyone knew Rebecca was an item with her boss, Dr. Toothaker, but if Toothaker minded he didn't object, perhaps because he was busy with Elizabeth Howe. He had spilled some wine (or whatever it was) on the front of her dress and was attempting to clean it up--by licking her cleavage. Everywhere ...