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Peter threw down his bag of candy on the sofa and dropped down on it as well, putting up his sore feet from walking the neighborhood, ringing doorbells and asking for candy - and occasionally getting a good fright from some people with original responses to people tricking & treating. Mr. Mullins' response had been the best, having blacked out his entire hallway and setting up a large fan in the darkened kitchen that drew air in through the front door. He had rung the bell, and the door had flown open with a gale force wind almost sucking him into the dark hallway as a recording of haunting laughter echoing through speakers.
He had nearly cut and run, and then Mr. Mullins had turned on the light and given him a load of candy whilst his eyes were filled with tears from laughing at Peter's reaction.
"I'm getting too old for this stuff," Peter groaned as he considered the party one of his friends on the edge of town was going to throw later that night and wondering if his feet would carry him there.
Regardless, he would go, if only because tonight was the best night to meet people, and perhaps even get laid. It hadn't been great last year, he thought, sighing, thinking back to the cute redhead exchange student he'd try to walk off with and the embarassment that had followed.
In full view of most of the party guests, she had refused his invitation, and he still felt the sting of her hand where she had hit him full in the face, and the painful shin where she had kicked him.
Peter hoped this year would go marginally better - perhaps he shouldn't pursue girls, but rather see who were in 'receptive' mood rather than actively seek out 'candidates'.
He got off the couch, got upstairs and threw off his Halloween costume and changed into something more suited to a late-night party bound to end up in a bed somewhere.
Well at least, that's wat he hoped as he stepped outside into the chill air of a clear full-moon autumn night as one of his friend's car pulled up to take him to the party.
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The party at Mikey's place turned out as it did every year - music pumping from the stereo, people hanging round the garden with drinks in their hands, couples furtively making their way upstairs to the designated "love rooms" or slipping off in cars to have a private party - or more.
Peter grabbed a glass of soda off the bar and wallflowered, observing reactions when guys approached girls, and quickly saw that most were there just for the party, not for anything more involving than that.
Then he saw her.
He bumped Mikey, who was standing next to him at the time.
"Who's that ?"
His friend gazed over in the direction Peter indicated.
"You mean the girl with hazel hair and the white dress ? Forget her. She's got her legs clamped together until after marriage."
"No, not her, idiot. The black haired woman in the low cut black dress."
"Oh! Her! I haven't got an idea. I think she showed up here earlier this evening. Must be new around here, because I haven't seen her before."
"You think she's in receptive mood ?"
"Why don't you ask ?"
"Yeah, and get a double whammy like last year ?"
"At least we get some amusement."
Mikey punched Peter playfully, and while they started shooting the bull about last year, the mysterious woman walked their way. Peter felt his hardon build up to maximum as she saw her dress hid practically nothing as it clung to her shapely, hourglass shaped body.
Swallowing his initial reaction he wanly smiled at her, as she stood directly in front of him, and he noticed he was actually a few inches shorter than her, and that wasn't even including her Elvira-haircut. He drank in her entire body, and if she were an alcoholic drink, it would have been at least 250 proof strong, from her long shapely leg through her wide hips up to her narrow waist which flared into her spectacular bustline where her dress split open to reveal vast amounts of pale-skinned cleavage.
She looked at him with a pair of dark eyes and blew him a kiss.
"Are you just going to stand there ogling or are you going to ask me to go someplace private ?", she asked in a hoarse, husky voice.
Mikey's mouth dropped open in amazement, but Peter pulled himself together and put his arm arond the mysterious woman's back, not quite being able to drape it over her shoulders, and steered her away from the bar.
"So," he said, smiling, "any suggestions ? We can go upstairs....."
"Actually," she said, twisting out of his arm across her back and hooking his arm in hers, "why don't we go someplace even more private. I know this downright .. fantastic ... place nearby" as she tightened her grip for a moment, flashing him a brief white smile from between her full red lips.
"That sounds swell," Peter commented, squeezing back, eliciting an enigmatic smile and a lusty wink from his companion.
On the way out the woman introduced herself as Natasia, and Peter smiled broadly as he saw the disbelieving looks of his friends, and reveled in the dagger stares of the girls at the woman on his arm as they stepped out into the cold night air.
A short ride in her car later they arrived at her house at the edge of town; it was one of the many large villa-type houses constructed in the early 1980s, when the developer boom had hit the town, for the upmarket crowd that had moved in, lived and partied there, and had moved out to cheaper housing as the big bubble had burst in the 90s.
Most houses on the block had been converted to small pensions, or had been torn down to make room for apartments, or had been rented by students using them as communal housing.
Natasia's house appeared a little rundown on the outside, but she assured him it was just for show; after all, gorgeous women living alone had better not advertise, right ? He had agreed, still unable to take his eyes off her enormous cleavage, as she parked the car.
"Give me your hand," she said.
Peter looked confused, then she took his hand and put it on one of her huge soft breasts. "Squeeze," she hoarsely whispered.
He did as she asked and he saw her throw her head back in delight as he softly squeezed her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen under his grip.
"You liked that, didn't you ?"
"Hell yes I did."
She smiled and licked her lips.
"There's plenty more where that came from Peter. So why don't you follow me upstairs ?"
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Almost as if in trance he walked behind her out of the garage up into the tastefully decorated house, the garage door falling shut behind him with an audible metallic click, like a trap slamming shut.
Natasia led him upstairs to a large bedroom dominated by a single king size double bed, decorated with heavy black curtains and thick red carpet.
She sat down on the bed and beckoned him, and as he approached, she reached behind her back and drew down the zipper of her dress, slipping the thin straps off her shoulders and waited until he was standing before her, then let the dress fall off her upper body revealing her large pale breasts each topped by a very dark aureola and nipple.
She slid backwards onto the bed, shedding her dress as she went, motioning him to follow her, until she reached the large dark red pillow at the head end, where she let him catch up, looking back on the trail of discarded articles of clothing indicating their path.
She slid a hand down to his crotch and felt him stiffen and suck in a hard breath as she ran her fingers over his rock hard cock in his shorts. She quickly rolled over and sat down on top of him, her naked crotch riding against his groin, Peter feeling the strength in her thighs as she pinned him down onto the bed, pushing on his wrists with her hands.
"I have a confession to make," she started, gently swinging full, solid breasts in front of him.
Oh god, here it comes, Peter thought. He braced himself for the "I don't want to have sex with you, just tease/sleep with you" excuse.
Putting on a brave face, he smiled. "Hit me, baby."
"I'm a vampire."
Peter's initial reaction was to laugh at her statement, but in the back of his head crept the realization that everything fit - pale skin, dark hair, incredibly seductive, and she had been careful to not show her teeth.
In a brief moment of panic he tried to escape her embrace but found himself locked in her grip on the bed and realized he was going to die.
Well, he thought. I might as well die happy.
"So, uhm, were you going to drink my blood first and rape me then or the other way around ?"
Natasia threw back her head and laughed, clearly showing her elongated canine teeth, and from the angle he could see, Peter was sure those were definitely not trick teeth.
"No, you silly. I can't, even if I would have wanted to."
"May I point out you're the one who's in control here ? It seems to me you can pretty much do whatever you want," Peter said dejectedly.
"On every other night of the year you would be absolutely correct, except you seem to have forgotten what tonight is."
"It's Halloween. How can that be so different ?"
"It's not just Halloween, silly. It's All Hallows Eve tonight."
Still panicky, Peter asked for clarification, and Natasia told him that this night, and this night alone, she could not take a life, whether by accident or by intention. But she had to satisfy her insatiable lust, and that's why she had decided to use this night for good rather than evil, and the only thing she was going to suck him dry of was his sperm, and most definitely not his blood.
She let go of his arms and he just laid there thinking about what she had just said to him.
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She bent down and gently kissed him on the lips, her breasts making contact with his chest, feeling her hard nipples pushing into his skin.
"So," he said after she sat up again, propping himself up with his arms, alternately looking at her breasts and face, "you're a vampire."
"Yes," she said, baring her teeth, showing him, "I'm a vampire."
Peter dropped back down on the bed, rubbing his eyes. "I feel like I'm in an episode of The Twilight Zone."
"Because vampires don't really exist, right ?"
"Well, evidently they do. It makes you wonder what else exists." Natasia laughed. "Magic for instance ?"
"For instance. And let me guess - it does, and you can do it."
"You want proof ?"
He thought for a moment. "Yeah, prove it."
"You get off on big tits, don't you ?"
"Hell yes."
"How big ?"
"Very big."
"Bigger than these ?", she asked, shaking her tits.
"You ever see pictures of Chelsea Charms ?", Peter asked.
Natasia pouted. "Is that all you want ?"
Peter's first reaction was astonishment, but he quickly covered it and shook his head.
"No," he lied, "bigger that that. Much bigger."
She smiled. "How much bigger ?" she challenged him.
"At least five times."
"Pah! That's easy." she boasted, and before his eyes, her breasts began swelling up like a pair of inflating balloons, steadily bulging until they were each larger than a big beachball, with a slightly elongated shape, easily five times the world's biggest pornstar.
Peter had crawled out from under her and had stared in absolute amazement at her expanding bustline.
"don't just stand there," she encouraged him, "go ahead, feel them. Squeeze them. And tell me, are they big enough yet ?"
"Not quite," he said, feeling her firm but soft breasts, locating her. by comparison tiny, dark nipples and kissing her on it.
"That felt good," she crooned. "Do that again."
"Only if you make them bigger," he said, and as he felt the wall of her pale breasts advance, he added, "I meant your nipples," which triggered a giggle from her.
"That's a first for me," she said. "Just tell me when to stop."
And while he was licking and sucking her nipples, her dark aureolae spread like an ink stain over her pale breasts, her nipples swelled from small perky buttons first into erasers, then batteries, followed by soda cans, then up to soda bottles, through large soda bottles, to small kegs, to large kegs until they were the size of a man's torso.
He kept stroking, kissing and licking the huge dark nipples that dominated the front of her titanic tits until she asked him to come over.
She pulled his head against hers and locked him in a kiss as her breasts and nipples shrank until her breasts looked like a pair of half-deflated beachballs and her nipples were down to thumb size.
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Pushing him onto the bed, she stripped off her slip and pulled down his shorts, pulled a condom from somewhere, and when he asked why, Natasia explained it was better to be safe than sorry, as she wasn't 100% sure what consequences unprotected sex might have for him; she didn't care much for her own fate, but did for his, reminding Peter this was, after all, All Hallows Eve, and she couldn't take a life by accident or intention.
Natasia smoothly stripped the condom down his cock, and spreading her legs, she slowly sat down on top of him, gyrating her hips, squeezing his cock rhytmically.
Peter squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying not to blow his load, locating her legs by touch and followed them upwards until he found her large soft breasts, kneading them in his hands.
She giggled, and gently began to thrust his cock in and out of her searing hot pussy, and while she did that, he felt her breasts fill and stiffen with every thrust she took.
He heard her breathing hard as she upped the pace, felt her breasts fill up and stiffen, and all the while he was trying to concentrate on not blowing his load early, while she huffed, moaned and thrust, her breasts filling and hardening with every thrust, and they started coming harder and faster with every one, her now solid breasts straining and swelling against the skin as she pumped up and down his dick, her moans rising in pitch and volume, her breath becoming more and more ragged, her breasts harder and harder, and fuller, until her stone hard hooters were brushing against his body, her thrusts so hard and ferocious he felt his upper legs bruised by her firm buttocks, he finally gave in and blew his load, got greeted with a deep ghastly, spine-chilling moan and a warm, sticky feeling in his crotch, and opened his eyes to the sight of two hugely swollen, car-size overinflated boobs towering over him, her thick, trashcan-plus sized, black nipples riding atop a pair of the most overly extended aureolae he had ever seen, veins pulsing on the surface, as they slowly deflated and softened until he could see Natasia's smiling face over the huge deflating balloons.
"You are miraculous," she said.
"How so ?"
"For the first time in over 250 years I've had an orgasm."
She reached over her deflating breasts and embraced him, kissing him passionately until she caught eye of the clock.
She pushed Peter away and rapidly returned to how she had looked when she had picked him up at Mikey's.
"I must hurry," she said. "I still have to take you home before the sun comes up. You had better get dressed, too."
Peter looked at the clock reading 4am and understood her hurry. He cleaned himself up, threw on his clothes and followed Natasia down to the garage, managing to catch the adress as they drove off - 666 Woodland Drive.
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She dropped him off a block from were he lived, bid him goodbye and drove off, leaving Peter with plenty on his mind as he walked home, and into bed where he immediately fell fast asleep, dreaming of drowning inside Natasia's cleavage.
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He got up way past noon, ate a light breakfast and took off on his bike, finally arriving at the dilapidated, dirty, and very much abandoned house that was located on 666 Woodland Drive. As in trance he walked in through the hole where the front door belonged, walking into a glassless, burnt out house that had evidently been empty for many years.
In disbelief Peter walked through the burnt rooms until he walked into where the main bedroom had been. He kicked through the burnt rubble on the floor until something caught his eye.
He picked it up and to his astonishment, recognized it as the missing button on his jeans.
Peter suddenly very much longed for next year's Halloween.