Copyright Neonurotic, October 2011
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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"Mmm, oh yaaah..." he smirked, catching a flash of her shapely, lily-white thigh, clad in black fishnet stockings. That quick glimpse was all it took to send Jackson Pierce on a raunchy trip down memory lane as the sexy leg belonged to his ex-girlfriend, Candice Manson. "I definitely remember that."
After she got out of the car, her new boyfriend followed, goosing her with a two-handed grab of her ass and she rewarded him with a light slap. Jack scowled at the playful intimate gestures because he was envious, even though he and Candi split up last summer. He jerked the curtains shut and caused a plume of dust to rise like a gray mushroom cloud, which made him sneeze uncontrollably.
"Are your allergies bothering you, hon?" Candi smiled nastily as she entered the old-fashioned foyer then whispered something to her boyfriend, who chuckled and rolled his eyes at Jack. "Poor baby." She laughed as she straightened the bodice of her slutty 'Elvira' outfit.
Jack surveyed her costume. She dyed her light brown hair, black. With her light crystal blue eyes, she was devastatingly beautiful and dressed for the occasion tonight. Since his birthday fell on Halloween, he had an overnight costume party at an old spooky family home that overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
"Nice to see you." She leaned in for kiss.
"You too, as per usual." He said with all sincerity as she did look incredible and he kissed her cheek.
Old feelings of arousal that she alone could elicit made him jerk back quickly and pull the black cape of his costume closed, but not before she caught a glimpse of his hard-on.
She smiled at him knowingly.
To change the subject he said, "So, I see my limo also brought your boyfriend?" Jack stared at the other guy expectantly and a moment of déjà vu passed as her boyfriend looked familiar to him.
"Nice limo, dude." Corey said with obvious envy, and then for the first time, he noticed that they both wore the same Dracula get-up. "All three of us are vampires, now, how original are we?" He asked while fanning out his own black cape like over-sized bat wings.
"As they say, great minds think alike." Candi muttered with sharp looks at her boyfriend, but smiled coyly at Jack. "This is Corey Korne, my fiancé." She smiled broadly, linking her arm with Corey's arm.
Fiancé? Jack thought in disappointment; he had hoped they would get back together some day. Maybe even tonight. Corey and Candi Korne, how sweet. He grinned, and tried not to laugh at the silliness of their soon-to-be married name, "Nice to meet you, Corey Korne." He held out his hand for Corey to shake, but the ill-mannered jackass looked at his hand instead. "Whatever man," he dismissively waved his hand in the other direction to where the rest of his guests were in the next room. "This way to party, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark."
# # #
The double doors opened to a noisy, music-filled ballroom where she saw that all her friends from school had already arrived. They were laughing, talking, and drinking. All of them were dressed in costumes and seemed to be enjoying themselves. As they should be, Candi wryly thought. Her ex-boyfriend always knew how to buy another's happiness. That was fine with her since missed him and that big dick of his too. He treated her like a princess and spared no expense in her happiness.
They split up because she couldn't take his jealousy. Sure, she had given him plenty of reasons to be jealous. She cheated on him numerous times just like he did, but she didn't know about his cheating until much later after they broke up. How could he screw around on her? She was nearly a nympho, when did he ever find the time? Candi wanted a last fling with him before she got married and also to prove that she had moved on without him. She gave Jack a sidelong glance, taking in his rakish, tall, dark-haired, good looks with an easy smile that always told her in the past when he was misbehaving and deliciously so.
Damn, Jack still turns me on. She grabbed Corey's hand and squeezed it tight.
"This angel is Tanya." Jackson said, putting his arm around a slim redhead with silicone ridiculously huge boobs that nearly hung out of her skimpy angel costume. "I'm not sure if you've met because she started late last semester."
Instant jealousy flared-up and made Candi's cheeks hot. Tanya the slut didn't look like she had a brain between her ears. What is she going to study, oral hygiene? Candi stared at the other girl's bee-sting lips that glistened with frosted pink lip-gloss.
"Hi ya'll, isn't Jackson so sweet? He thought the party was a good way for me to get know ya all before classes started up again. " Tanya squeaked, sucking on the bottle neck of an alcoholic lemonade. "I'm studying to be a hygienist."
Candi rolled her eyes at the cutesy baby-voiced slut. It was obvious to her that Jack only wanted one thing from his new "girlfriend" and she hated Tanya for it.
"I thought Jack would always be hung up on me, I'm glad he's not, and is happy as I am." Smiling saccharinely, she glanced at Corey, but his eyes were glued to Tanya's fake boobs. "Corey, honey." She angrily jerked on his hand to bring his attention around.
Clueless to her feelings, Corey nodded. "Uh-ya, happy."
Jack laughed, "Well, I'm glad. You two mix while I set-up for the big show."
"What show?" Corey asked dryly, trying to sound like he wasn't interested, but really was.
"Jack always puts together a little bit of entertainment for his guests at his Halloween birthday parties." Candi released her fiancé's hand and smirked at her ex because Jack's idea of entertainment was either moronic or worse, a sick attempt at humor―the guy didn't know good humor unless it bit him in the ass. "Always wanting to be the center of attention, eh hon?" She batted her eyelashes at Jack.
"It's his birthday, isn't it?" Tanya piped up, "The birthday boy should be the center of attention... like a ringmaster or a lion tamer in a circus!" Giggling, she leaned over and playfully bit Jack on the shoulder. "Grrr, you can tame my ferocious kitty anytime." She said in a loud whisper.
Candi nearly vomited, but luckily, she swallowed it back before she did. "So, what's the show this time? Naked magicians with sad tricks and dicks? A one hit wonder band? Or maybe, like last year, strippers who twirled plates on sticks in their snatches?"
"In their what?" Corey sniggered, but stopped when Candi gave him a sharp look. "Never mind."
"It's a surprise you won't want to miss," Jack leered, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. "And it's something no one will ever forget."
"I'm sure it is; I can't wait." Candi replied, unenthused.
"Ya, whatever." Corey echoed the same sentiment. "Where can I get a cold one, man? It's a party isn't it? He glanced around the crowded, noisy room and found the beer keg in the corner next to a long table heavily laden with party food and liquor. "Never mind..." he trailed off heading in the direction of the beer without concern for his fiancée.
Suddenly, Tanya squeaked, "Ooh, big daddy," she snuggled close to Jack. "I haven't given you my birthday gift," she bit her lower lip sexily. "Do you want it now or later?"
Jack, being the perverted pig he was, forgot his party host duties once sexual favors were offered. "Now, of course." He nodded, smirking over at Candi. "Mingle with the rest of the ghouls." Rudely dismissing her, he waved his hand at the guests while with his other hand, he grabbed Tanya's arm and pushed her into a side room.
Candi scowled after them. How uncouth and ghastly can you get? She silently asked then enviously thought; they deserve each other. "Swine."
# # #
As soon as the door closed, Tanya was on him, unbuttoning, and unzipping his fly. He liked how enthusiastic she was about sex, how she constantly wanted more of it. A little nymphomaniac was what she was and he adored her for it--well, to be truthful, he did imagine it was Candi who couldn't keep her hands off him day and night.
"Yummy." Tanya cooed at his cock.
Down went his pants, along with his briefs while she nuzzled his stiffening cock. Looking at the top of her dark red head with the glittery halo on top, he couldn't think of anything other than the song, 'Happy Birthday to Me', as the tip of her tongue licked the sensitive head of his cock, twirling it around the raised rim.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..." he sang softly and she joined in, but hummed the tune instead, which buzzed a real nice erotic feeling in the pit of his belly. "Ya, that's it baby, do it just like that."
Tanya glanced up, seemingly grinning at him with his dick still in her mouth--her eye contact was just as exciting as receiving the blowjob itself. She lifted him, licked the underside of his shaft, tongued his balls, and turned to his cock-head, humming all the while. Her mouth was naughty and felt incredibly warm. Quickly, she deep-throated him, sucked him hard as she slurped loudly on his man meat until orgasm rolled around deep in his belly. Her nails dug into his ass painfully, but it only enhanced the experience of her going down him.
Unable to hold back any longer, he bucked his hips in time with her moving mouth and froze, rooting his dick all the way to its base "D-dayum, honey." Cum raced from his rock hard balls and filled her mouth in hard, feel-good spasms. "Jeezzzus," he shuddered, and glanced down at her in time to see her swallow his efforts. A wave of weakness grabbed onto him and he felt faint. "Have mercy on me, honey, you nearly cock-sucked me dead."
Tanya giggled as she stood, pulling up his briefs and pants; fixed him so he was presentable. "So you liked your gift, daddy?"
"You can say that." He grinned, still panting and not ashamed to hold onto her for support since she was the one who made him feel so euphoric. "Fuck," he shuddered.
Again, she giggled, but dense as she was, her mind flitted off elsewhere. "I'm not hungry anymore." She licked her lips. "But I sure am thirsty."
"I bet." He laughed, unlocking and pushing the door open to the ballroom where the party was in full swing as with the arrival of his ex-girlfriend, she made his guest list complete―all present and accounted for. "Time for a little more fun for everyone... especially me." He said with mischievous glee.
# # #
Still disturbed that Jack had acted so rudely towards her, she stared holes into him as he came out of the side room he went into earlier with his skank, outrageous girlfriend. It was her whole intention to come to his birthday party just to screw him one last time, but she wasn't so sure he was worth cheating on her fiancé. She glanced at Corey who was pounding one beer after another.
My man, she thought, rolling her eyes in disdain just as he burped loudly.
"You're disgusting." She said.
Corey smiled goofily, "And you're a bitch," he replied, pawing at her. "But I still love you, sweetie pie."
He's drunk. How did he get drunk so fast?
Sickened, she pulled away from him and stalked off to the bathroom. As she made her way through the crowd and down the hall, Jack appeared at the other end, smiling lazily at her―a sated 'I got laid' grin written across his face, one she was all too familiar with and slightly envied the skank because Candi hadn't put it there for him.
"So," he flicked an imaginary piece of lint off his costume. "You're getting married to that insufferable jackass. And please tell me why he looks so damn familiar?"
"Corey isn't a jackass and he should look familiar to you. He slept in your bed the last three months we were together."
"Your psychology student, I should've known that dumb fuck was sticking it to you." He glowered. "Your standards have definitely dropped since we dated."
"Wrong," Candi smiled cruelly, "they went up since you, and I really mean up, all ten inches of his cock. Much bigger than that smaller seven in your pants that could never make me come," she lied, knowing in reality the two men were the same size. "Yes, I faked it the entire time you and I were together." Lies burned her tongue again.
Jack's smile fell, just like his huge ego. "Then you wasted your time with me if you didn't enjoy yourself, which is your fault, not mine. You could've left long before you did. So why did you stay if you weren't happy? I gave you everything."
"Yes, everything." She fixed the bodice of her plunging neckline then glanced at him. Smirking, she saw his eyes glued to her tits, but oddly, it turned her on and her nipples tingled into hard points. "I was quite fond of fancy restaurants, jewelry, vacations and driven around in nice cars."
Laughing at her revelation, he said, "That makes you a dirty whore, doesn't it, my dear?"
Sudden heat flushed her face. "No!" She slapped him, but he caught her wrist before she delivered and snagged the other one as she tried to wrench free. "Asshole, let go of me!"
Swiftly and with a surprising amount of strength, he pinned her against the wall with her hands behind her back. "The show is about to start..." he pressed his hips into hers, snuffled at her neck, breathed deeply and muffled a sad sigh. "You don't want to miss this. I promise―it's a good one." He pulled away and walked down the long hallway to rejoin his party.
Again, Candi stared after him, she trembled, but not out of rage. The deep feelings she had for him hadn't disappeared after so many months as she originally thought. Instead, she realized, she wanted Jack even more―passionately. Did he still want her? Love her? She wondered, and kept wondering. Maybe so; she'd ask him.
# # #
Back in the ballroom with his guests, he felt unnerved. How could she still have that effect on him? Sure, he anticipated that there would be a little bit of sexual attraction left, but not to that degree. It was worse than he realized―he was still very much in love with Candi Manson and stupidly so, because she didn't give a shit about him.
"Damn it." Jack brushed a hand through his hair, imagining it was unruly.
"Hey, daddy, where have you been?" Tanya asked, bringing his thoughts back to the party.
"Oh," he grinned. "Setting up some fun."
Tanya giggled, shimmied her breasts side-to-side with excitement. "Are you ready to start?"
"Yes, baby―let's have some fun, eh?"
# # #
In the center of the ballroom, with everyone gathered around and watching what he was doing, he explained. "I found this old book in my great-great-grandfather's den here in the house while we were cleaning up the place last summer for a charity auction, and my mother flipped out when she saw the book. She said it was evil and should be burned."
"Oooh, scary, what kind of book is that?" asked Tanya, like they rehearsed earlier.
Jack leered, "A book on how to raise the dead."
Tanya shivered, "Are you going to raise the dead? Real walking zombies and everything?"
"Yes, indeed." said Jack, wagging his eyebrows up and down. "Right now."
Corey coughed, half disguising the word, "Lame" in his cough.
"Not funny." Tanya fixed Corey with a cold stare. "Jerk." she said, returning her attention back to Jack.
Chuckling, Jack asked Tanya to turn out the lights as he lit four candles and set them out in a square pattern at each corner. "North, south, east and west." He placed a glass of water at the base of each candle. He smiled wickedly at Tanya as he placed the human bone she stole from her anatomy class last semester and some red hair from her brush into a copper bowl. With a stroke of his thumb against the flint of the lighter, he lit a long orange flame and ignited the contents of the bowl. The hair caught on fire and quickly burned out with a puff of noxious black smoke.
"Stinky." Tanya stated the obvious, wrinkling up her nose.
Jack laughed, she was such a cute little tart, and thought maybe he might keep her around a little longer because initially, he planned to dump her after this weekend. He placed the smelly bowl in the center of the four candles, thereby completing the so called pentagram of negative space, he thought without the reverence he was supposed to have. He laid out a solid line of moist earth, fresh from the decayed rose garden out back and completed the circle around the candles. On the outside of that dirt circle, he laid another circle of dirt. He grabbed the old moldy book off the ground, stood up, and indicated that all his partygoers should do the same.
Glancing first to Candi to make sure she was paying attention, Jack cleared his thoughts―well, nearly so, as his mind never wandered too far from sex.
He read from the book and was glad that he spoke perfect Latin. "HIC EN SPIRITUM, SED NON INCORPORE, EVOKARE LEMURES DE MORTUIS, DECRETUM ESPUGNARE, DE ANGELUS BALBERITH, EN INFERNO INREMEABLIS!" He bellowed.
Full of himself, Jack smirked at his friends who grinned with wide-eyed glee, enjoying the show he was putting on for them, in particular, Candi who had said nothing. She kept staring at him, silently asking questions. He answered with hot visions of him doing Candi doggie-style on one of the old graves, filling her hot snizz with spunk and her begging for more. Damn, he wanted her.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked away from Candi and continued the hokey incantation with a loud booming voice. "WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM!" He winked and blew out the four candles that threw the parlor into complete darkness.
Jack grabbed Candi.
"Oh, my god!" She screamed bloody murder, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
He kissed her and jammed his tongue down her throat. At first she struggled, but returned his kiss and let him grope her breasts for a moment. She felt smooth in the palm of his hand; he wanted, had to have her again. She moaned in the same desire as his then she pulled away.
"You're such a pig, Jackson Pierce," she hissed and slapped him.
"But you still want me." He dirtily whispered back as the lights came back on. He pulled the Dracula's cape closed, because once again, he had a huge erection after touching his ex-girlfriend. "Happy birthday to me and happy Halloween, freaks."
"That was excellent!" Tanya bounced up and down in excitement, making her big boobs jiggle nearly out of her skimpy white dress. "You scared the bee-jesus out of me, big daddy!"
"It was what I said it was, l-a-m-e," Corey spelled out. "Lame."
Jack laughed, "Well, Candi, honey, you have a smart one there, he can spell--you better keep him."
"I'll tattoo 'lame' on your forehead with my fist," Corey growled, going for Jack, but Candi grabbed his arm. "Asshole." He glared.
"That's all right, Corey. I am ready to leave anyway." Candi said, smiling a thin lipped smile. "I've seen quite enough of Jack and his dumb little slut to last me a lifetime."
"Hey, I'm not dumb." Tanya puffed out her lower lip.
"You are going?" Jack asked, but before she could answer, the doors burst open with a crack, splitting them lengthwise down the middle. A group of people dressed as zombies stood at the broken double doors. "What the hell? I didn't invite you all so you're considered party crashers and crashers get their asses kicked." He stepped closer and in the group of zombies, he saw his chauffer, although now, his chauffer looked very odd with pale blue skin and vacant eyes. "Max?"
"Pus-say." Max said, tonelessly,
Corey cackled, "He's got your number all right, Pierce!"
"Fuck you." Jack glared at Corey then brought his attention back to the party crashers.
Their filthy costumes looked authentic, the best at the Halloween party, certainly the most frightening with their missing eyes, arms, and legs. The make-up special effects were outstanding. They looked like they had lain in graves for a long time with their rotting skin falling off their faces, exposing bone.
Someone asked, "What's that smell?"
The partygoers mumbled the same question. Jack didn't know what they were referring to until suddenly the most god awful stench permeated the air from the direction of the zombies. Throughout the gang of crashers, he saw they were jerking-off their putrid cocks until they spooged great gobs of fluorescent green spunk onto the floor―what was worse was the fact that they all stared at Tanya as they did so.
Gagging, he asked, "Max, what is going on?"
"Pus-say." Max clarified, "Want pus-say now."
"Don't we all!" One of the partygoers roared with laughter.
Uneasy, Candi said, "Jack, I'm no doctor, but by the looks of them, I think your spell worked."
"You mean, r-real zombies?" Tanya squeaked.
"PUS-SAY!" Max exclaimed when the women spoke.
Zombie Max lurched forward, grabbed a shrieking Tanya as she was the closet, and pulled her into the center of the gang of zombies, hiding the view of what was going on. Jack and a few of the partygoers tried to help, but the zombies fought back, throwing them up against the walls. Tanya continued to scream, but soon her screams turned to loud sighs, which Jack recognized as Tanya in the throes of ecstasy. The zombies on the outside of the circle continued to masturbate in time with Tanya's wails while they eyed the women.
"Oh ya, oh ya!" Tanya called, "Do me good, nasty boy! Oooo, that's it...ya, ya, ya, I'm cummmming!"
Horrified, Jack asked, "Tanya?"
"Big daddy," said Tanya in a lifeless gravelly voice, when the zombie gang opened up the circle, and let Tanya through. Her red hair was mussed up, along with her clothes in disarray, panties down and wrapped around one ankle―moldy green cum dripped from between her thighs onto the floor. Grinning eerily, she said "I want your spermmm." Tanya staggered to him, tried to grab him, but he easily sidestepped her.
"No fucking way! You're so dead when we get out of here, Pierce!" Corey shouted in a panic, bolting to the side door, and dragging Candi with him.
The rest of the partygoers did the same out the front door. The ones who couldn't move fast enough, were snatched up, shrieking in horror until they fell under the ghastly zombie charm and enthusiastically fucked the dead until they too transformed into zombies.
Jack ran to the side room, locked the door behind him then saw Corey and Candi trying the windows. "It's no use, the windows are barred."
"This is all your fault, asshole." Corey raged, eyes nervously darting to the door were zombies pounded on it and called 'pus-say' or 'spermmm'. "If I'm turned into one of those freak zombies, I'm going fuck your ass until you puke green zombie jiz!"
"It was an accident, the fucking spell wasn't supposed to work!" Growled Jack.
Candi sneered, "If it wasn't supposed to work, pray tell, what happened, brilliant one?"
"Hell..." Jack thought wildly, pacing the floor as he went over the spell in his mind.
He wanted to make 'raising the dead' as authentic as he could just in case someone knew better and called him on it so he followed the spell just as it was written in the book.
"It was a joke, it wasn't really supposed to work." He repeated, mumbling. Light candles, water, burn hair, pentagram, clear thoughts of irreverence. "Clear thoughts?" Uh-oh, he silently realized he hadn't done that―he'd been fantasizing about doing Candi doggie-style on graves. Now, how irreverent and ignorant was that? Very, he thought. "Er...I-I, uh―"
"What did you do, Jack?" Candi demanded.
"Uh, well I uh, I didn't have the proper mindset I was supposed to have while I cast the spell." Jack admitted, cheeks burning. "I was thinking of sex with you..." he let his words trail off and looked away.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." said Corey with controlled rage. "Here we come to your lame ass party because you invited us...well Candi, she came out of the kindness of her heart even though I opposed it," his eyes darted at the door that trembled with the weight of zombies pounding against it. "And this is the thanks I get―you wanting to fuck my fiancée?"
"Corey, calm down." said Candi, none to soothingly, but eyeing Jack with renewed interest. "It happens."
Corey laughed, but with a level of sarcasm, "It happens? Hello...zombies outside the door because he couldn't accept that he's an ex and move on like you did," he said then fixed Jack with a hard stare. "Loser. Any man with balls would do that much faster than his ex-girlfriend."
"All right. She's my ex, are you happy now?" Jack said, "But it doesn't change the fact that there are walking corpses―"
Crack! Went the door and a zombie arm waved back and forth through the broken opening.
"Aw shit...not good, not good!" Jack looked to the other two doors in the room. One was a walk-in closet and the other led to the roof. "Okay, got an idea."
Candi tucked close to him, finding safety she didn't feel with Corey. "If you get us out of this alive, we'll just forget it all like it never happened." She cooed.
"The hell we will!" yelled Corey, glaring at Jack.
"Whatever. Do what you got to do, man." Jack took Candi's arm and opened the closet. "You hide here and we will lead those zombie bastards to the roof then off the cliff." He referred to the other side of the house that was nothing but air, rocks and ocean below. "I'll lock you in." Jamming his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a skeleton key that opened every door in the ancient house. "You'll be safe."
Snatching the key out of Jack's hand, Corey replied, "No, I will lock her in." He pushed her into the closet and tried to kiss her, but she pulled away. "You'll be all right," he shut the door and turned the key.
"Give me the key," Jack said in a flat tone, wanting no arguments as he didn't trust Candi's fiancé with it. Corey ignored him. "The key." He repeated, holding out his hand.
"Give him the key, Corey." Candi spoke, muffled from the other side of the closet door. "Now."
The key was placed in Jack's open hand without word. "Okay, here is the plan. We let them in and stand here at the attic door until they come after us." He pocketed the key, "Once they do, we'll push them off into the Pacific and we won't have to worry about them returning because there is no way back up."
"Just...uh, let them in?" Corey coughed nervously.
Real brave this one is, Jack thought incredulously. "Ya. Grow a pair."
"Screw you, Pierce." Corey glowered. "Let them in."
Jack unlocked the attic door then ran all the way up two flights of stairs and opened the other door. Back down, he went to the ballroom door. "Candi be quiet in there. Not a peep." He heard a muted 'okay' from her. "Ready?" He asked the other man.
"Go for it." Corey said bravely, but his face said differently, wincing as if he were constipated. "Ya."
Fast as he could, Jack opened the door then ran over to the attic. The zombies saw them without noticing the closet and lurched forward as they went after Jack and Corey. Satisfied that the gang was following, they raced up the stairs and waited for the zombies.
# # #
Sitting down in the closet, Candi heard chants and a mass of people clambering up the stairs, somewhere above, a door slammed and the force of it made the closet door creak open.
Damn, Corey, he's useless...much too dumb that he couldn't even lock a door, she thought wildly as she scooted further in the closet.
She decided she was going to break their engagement and dump him. Who was she kidding? The only reason she went out with him was because he was so good-looking, athletic and popular and she was hoping to make Jacks feel jealous.
At the back of the walk-in closet, she stayed still, quiet as possible. The door swung open all the way, someone entered and shut the door. She immediately thought of Jack. Was it him?
"Jack?" asked Candi hopefully, unable to see because it was so dark in the closet.
She decide it was Jack, felt him standing over her, petting her head, smoothing her hair and sat down next to her. He pushed the neckline of her dress aside and a finger slowly slipped across one of Candi's nipples, bringing it to a point. She didn't say anything because she couldn't believe how incredible it felt, compared to the roughness of Corey, this touch was like silk. Jack leaned over and she met him with a kiss. Kissing her, he slid his tongue into her mouth and deeply probed her. A moan escaped.
"Oh, Jack, I-I don't know, Corey might catch us." She said, protesting, but he gave her another kiss.
All concerns of Corey disappeared they lay on the floor of the closet, undressing each other. Candi felt highly aroused, glad he made the first move, but she took it from there and moved down his chest. She did what he did to her nipple, but used her tongue instead, tugged lightly with her teeth. He sucked in his breath raggedly, pressed hard against her and she giggled at his obvious approval that poked her in the navel. After a few moments, she moved across his stomach to finally caress his massive cock. She slipped down and grazed his swollen cock. Letting her lips slowly slide down the length of his cock, past memories came flooding back to her. The taste, the texture, the smell. They were all there as if they never broke up so many months ago.
Suddenly, she stopped, "I'm sorry for all things I did. I was wrong, Jack," grunts of frustration prompted her to continue her sexual play. She giggled. "Okay, okay."
Candi stuck out her tongue, licked his cock, enveloped him all the way with her mouth then pulled back, sucking his sensitive flesh. He moaned as she continued to suck on him, moving her tongue around the head and then taking all of him in. Wetness seeped from between her thighs, the pressure of need throbbed at her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore and she stroked herself as she sucked him off. Moments into her expert blowjob, she could sense he was on the brink and would cum, but she squeezed the head of his cock to reduce the swell, to calm him down. She could feel pre-orgasmic contractions as she held him in her mouth. He combed her hair, lightly lacing his fingers through it and pulling.
In and out, slid his cock, her tongue occasionally licked the underside. Her fingers made little ovals around her hard clit, she stroked the sides producing gradual hot erotic feelings deep within her pussy. And damn, she was so wet! Wetter than she had been for months. His moans became more and more urgent so she increased her suction, moved faster on him. Her fingers slipped from her clit to deep inside, where she pushed them in and out, synchronizing her diddling with her blowing. Suddenly, with a loud groan, he gripped her head, smothered and nearly gagged her as he thrust himself down. Hot ejaculate spurt the back of her throat, coating it thickly, she swallowed, and convulsed hard with her own orgasm that rocked her whole body―it was pure bliss and always would be.
# # #
Part of the roof was flat and was once a space where Jack's ancestors had parties with a view. Most of the guardrails that kept guests from falling off were now missing, or crumbling, which was good for him because he sure didn't want the zombies as guests at any party of his.
"Yep, just lead them this way and the deader than dead cum suckers will follow each other like a conga line off the roof!"
"You think so?"
"Yep, trust me. They may be all stone cold, but those stiffs are still dreaming of fucking a hot snizz."
"Pu-say, pu-say, pu-say." Came a low rumbling from the undead in the attic trying to find their way to the roof. "Spermmm."
"You better be right man."
"Pu-say, pu-say." The horny zombie chant got louder as they found the steps that led to the roof. "Spermmm."
"I am."
"Pu-say!" The zombies yelled in unison as the door to the roof burst open with a low, 'Spermmm' that followed up.
"Du-ude." Corey said nervously under his breath.
"Relax."
"Pu-say?" Asked a crazy one-eyed, slime covered zombie, who Jack presumed to be the leader. "Pu-say!" It demanded.
"Right this way." Jack grinned from ear to ear, gesturing to the opening in the wall―the artsy-fartsy architecture that once served as an unobstructed view of the ocean, now made open doorway. Jack glanced over at Corey and saw that the coward looked as if he was going to shit his shorts.
That's Candi's fiancé; he rolled his eyes, what a friggin' wuss...should let the dead dudes do em'. "No worries man." Jack quickly assured him and did a wild, 'C'mon now' gesture to the leader, the zombie freak who was now jerking his dead stiffy off in anticipation of the pussy it'd never get, as were all the zombies behind it. "Ew...let's get them to jump before they blow their stank-nasty jiz."
"Hey zombie-freak, lots of hot pussy here." Corey wiped the constipated look off his face, "Go ahead, and hump your hearts out!"
The creepy cadaver leered and just as Jack expected, it did the zombie walk with wide-legged-steps, arms raised out in front, hands grabbing the air. "Pus-say!' It called as it walked off the edge of the roof into the crashing waves, and rocks below.
"See?" Jack laughed.
"You were right, not such a dumb fuck after all like Candi said you were." He said, watching all the zombies line up, one by one, and leaping into nothingness.
Shocked, Jack asked, "She said that?" After all, that was why he and Candi got along so well; intelligence served as an aphrodisiac to the both of them―or it had at one time. It was the reason he put together the 'raising the dead' prank. It was creative and smart; something that would've intrigued her. He watched the Tanya-zombie leap off the roof without a sound other than saying 'spermmm'. "I am surprised. Candi really said that?"
"Not in so many words."
"What did she say?" asked Jack, watching the eighth walking, dead wanker fall over the edge of the roof.
"Er...you really want to know?" Corey asked facetiously. Jack was sure the jerk-off was dying to tell him what Candi thought about him.
"What did she say?"
"That you were a dumber than cum, limp dick prick who deluded himself into thinking he could buy his way in with in-crowd." Corey laughed. "She doesn't respect you very much and never has, it was just your money, man."
"No kidding." Jack seethed, wondering why he was still jonesing for the bitch. "So why'd you two come up to the party if she doesn't like me?"
"Because man, your Halloween b-day bashes are famous."
"If they weren't before, they are now―infamous that is." Jack said sourly.
"Ya, infamous for the night of the cum guzzling zombies!" Laughed Corey, mockingly.
A zombie came through the door onto the roof. It was Max-zombie and it was grinning evilly, but with an eerie distinct sense of satisfaction that crossed its cyanotic face.
"Maybe reading out of that hoodoo book wasn't such a good idea after all, you deserve all this and like, you lost your girl, you lose again because you aren't IN." He winked.
Jack scowled, hating the bastard that grinned back at him. "Screw you, Korne."
The last zombie to jump was his chauffer who did him a huge favor by reaching out with one arm, grabbing the shocked Corey by the shirt collar, and pulling the smug bastard with him. Though quite astonished, dark glee bubbled forth.
"Wrong-go, dumb fuck!" Jack laughed hysterically.
After leaving the roof, he went back to the closet where he and Corey left Candi safely hidden inside from the zombies. So, I'm a limp dick loser, eh? Jack grinned wickedly, thinking he ought to poke her ass with his huge bone to remind her of just how big and hard he really was. He went to unlock the door with the rusty skeleton key, but found the door was already slightly ajar.
"Damn it." He rolled his eyes. "The moron couldn't even turn a key he's so dumb." He muttered, thinking that Corey was not only spineless, but brainless too. And dead too, don't forget that when you fuck his fiancée. "Hey?" He asked cautiously as he opened the closet door the rest of the way. "Candi?"
The large walk-in closet was slightly dark, but he could see all the coats that were still hanging up and waiting for his friends when they decided to leave. He laughed. Most had dashed off in hurry without their jackets, but the ones left, wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. He glanced down at the bottom of the closet and saw a pair of bare feet. They were feminine and blood-red nail polish painted the delicate little toe nails. Tasty, tasty... He knew the tootsie-toes very well, in fact, it was Candi's feet that started his little foot fetish.
The toes wagged at him, inviting him into the closet with her. Maybe the little cop and feel prank he played earlier had thawed her out some? His dick did a dance in his pants; he didn't know and didn't care as he was going to melt the ice queen all the way. He squatted down and sat on his heels. He first tickled the instep then lifted her foot up and pressed it to his crotch. She wriggled her toes and mashed her heel into his groin until his cock was rock-hard. In a very aroused state that threatened to tear a hole in his pants, he raised her foot, licked the bottom, heel to toe. Inserting her big toe into his mouth, he felt like he'd blow his wad right then, but held back, sucked her toe while he unzipped the zipper on his pants to free his cock.
Horny excitement raced through his blood stream as he jerked-off his fat cock, licked her ankle, shin, knee, and lastly, her inner thigh. He spread her wide, his tongue found her clit, flicked it repeatedly, and sucked it as he had her toe. She raised her hips to meet him, moaned her pleasure with sexy raggedness. He stopped licking her pussy long enough to jam his dick in, all the way to the hilt and wasn't surprised to find that she was slick as he was hard.
"I knew you missed me." He thrust into her with rage as he was angry that she had mocked him. He'd teach her plenty and punish her. "Missed my dick, didn't you?"
"Ooo, yes." She called gravelly and jerked her hips in time with his so that their pelvises banged against each other. "Mmm..."
"You, like that huh?" He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up until he had her nearly bent in half. He banged her hard and heard his balls bouncing against her with 'slap, slap' sounds. "Nasty slut, you want more don't you?"
"Yesss..."
"You want my big cock and not the fuck of boyfriend yours, right Candi girl?"
"Ooo..."
Jack pulled out of her quickly and flipped her over so that he could do her from behind. The coats got in the way and he tore a few of them away from their hangers so that he could kneel upright. He grabbed her ripe ass and slammed himself right back into her saucy snatch in one bone-jarring stroke.
"Jeezuuus," he growled, pumping away on her as hard and fast as he could. Wet sex sounds sucked and squelched with his thrusts. She felt like a tight velvet glove. "Damn your pussy feels so good, I've forgotten how good it felt!"
"Mooore!"
"I am honey, I am." He slipped in and out of her furiously. The 'feel good' sensation quickly came to a peak, but rolled around the edge, telling him that he was close to jetting his jiz, ready or not. Normally he held back to let the girl climax before him, but he ignored the chivalry, and increased the speed of his thrusts. "Oh my god." He groaned.
"Mooore!"
Jack dripped sweat onto her and dug his fingers into her ass, squeezed it as hard as he could, enough that he'd surely leave bruises in the shape of his fingers. The fluttering feeling of orgasm tightened, and raised his nuts into hard stones.
"Aahhh!" Candi convulsed beneath him, pulsing his cock with her tight little pussy. "Mooore!"
More? Nope, no more, he thought before he came. "Ooh, my fucking hell!" He cried out and grunted, spurting his load into her slippery slit. "Sweet jeezus, yes!" Jack shuddered.
He slowed his thrusts and realized he didn't go post-ejaculate soft. No, his cock stayed rock solid so he kept pumping into her drippy sex. Wow, this has never happened to me before, he thought, fully enjoying her pussy for another go around.
"Sperrmmm!" exclaimed Candi in a zombie-like tone.
Jack's heart stopped, realizing that the dead voice belonged to the once hot and nasty Candi...then he too turned zombie cold.
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The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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"Mmm, oh yaaah..." he smirked, catching a flash of her shapely, lily-white thigh, clad in black fishnet stockings. That quick glimpse was all it took to send Jackson Pierce on a raunchy trip down memory lane as the sexy leg belonged to his ex-girlfriend, Candice Manson. "I definitely remember that."
After she got out of the car, her new boyfriend followed, goosing her with a two-handed grab of her ass and she rewarded him with a light slap. Jack scowled at the playful intimate gestures because he was envious, even though he and Candi split up last summer. He jerked the curtains shut and caused a plume of dust to rise like a gray mushroom cloud, which made him sneeze uncontrollably.
"Are your allergies bothering you, hon?" Candi smiled nastily as she entered the old-fashioned foyer then whispered something to her boyfriend, who chuckled and rolled his eyes at Jack. "Poor baby." She laughed as she straightened the bodice of her slutty 'Elvira' outfit.
Jack surveyed her costume. She dyed her light brown hair, black. With her light crystal blue eyes, she was devastatingly beautiful and dressed for the occasion tonight. Since his birthday fell on Halloween, he had an overnight costume party at an old spooky family home that overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
"Nice to see you." She leaned in for kiss.
"You too, as per usual." He said with all sincerity as she did look incredible and he kissed her cheek.
Old feelings of arousal that she alone could elicit made him jerk back quickly and pull the black cape of his costume closed, but not before she caught a glimpse of his hard-on.
She smiled at him knowingly.
To change the subject he said, "So, I see my limo also brought your boyfriend?" Jack stared at the other guy expectantly and a moment of déjà vu passed as her boyfriend looked familiar to him.
"Nice limo, dude." Corey said with obvious envy, and then for the first time, he noticed that they both wore the same Dracula get-up. "All three of us are vampires, now, how original are we?" He asked while fanning out his own black cape like over-sized bat wings.
"As they say, great minds think alike." Candi muttered with sharp looks at her boyfriend, but smiled coyly at Jack. "This is Corey Korne, my fiancé." She smiled broadly, linking her arm with Corey's arm.
Fiancé? Jack thought in disappointment; he had hoped they would get back together some day. Maybe even tonight. Corey and Candi Korne, how sweet. He grinned, and tried not to laugh at the silliness of their soon-to-be married name, "Nice to meet you, Corey Korne." He held out his hand for Corey to shake, but the ill-mannered jackass looked at his hand instead. "Whatever man," he dismissively waved his hand in the other direction to where the rest of his guests were in the next room. "This way to party, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark."
# # #
The double doors opened to a noisy, music-filled ballroom where she saw that all her friends from school had already arrived. They were laughing, talking, and drinking. All of them were dressed in costumes and seemed to be enjoying themselves. As they should be, Candi wryly thought. Her ex-boyfriend always knew how to buy another's happiness. That was fine with her since missed him and that big dick of his too. He treated her like a princess and spared no expense in her happiness.
They split up because she couldn't take his jealousy. Sure, she had given him plenty of reasons to be jealous. She cheated on him numerous times just like he did, but she didn't know about his cheating until much later after they broke up. How could he screw around on her? She was nearly a nympho, when did he ever find the time? Candi wanted a last fling with him before she got married and also to prove that she had moved on without him. She gave Jack a sidelong glance, taking in his rakish, tall, dark-haired, good looks with an easy smile that always told her in the past when he was misbehaving and deliciously so.
Damn, Jack still turns me on. She grabbed Corey's hand and squeezed it tight.
"This angel is Tanya." Jackson said, putting his arm around a slim redhead with silicone ridiculously huge boobs that nearly hung out of her skimpy angel costume. "I'm not sure if you've met because she started late last semester."
Instant jealousy flared-up and made Candi's cheeks hot. Tanya the slut didn't look like she had a brain between her ears. What is she going to study, oral hygiene? Candi stared at the other girl's bee-sting lips that glistened with frosted pink lip-gloss.
"Hi ya'll, isn't Jackson so sweet? He thought the party was a good way for me to get know ya all before classes started up again. " Tanya squeaked, sucking on the bottle neck of an alcoholic lemonade. "I'm studying to be a hygienist."
Candi rolled her eyes at the cutesy baby-voiced slut. It was obvious to her that Jack only wanted one thing from his new "girlfriend" and she hated Tanya for it.
"I thought Jack would always be hung up on me, I'm glad he's not, and is happy as I am." Smiling saccharinely, she glanced at Corey, but his eyes were glued to Tanya's fake boobs. "Corey, honey." She angrily jerked on his hand to bring his attention around.
Clueless to her feelings, Corey nodded. "Uh-ya, happy."
Jack laughed, "Well, I'm glad. You two mix while I set-up for the big show."
"What show?" Corey asked dryly, trying to sound like he wasn't interested, but really was.
"Jack always puts together a little bit of entertainment for his guests at his Halloween birthday parties." Candi released her fiancé's hand and smirked at her ex because Jack's idea of entertainment was either moronic or worse, a sick attempt at humor―the guy didn't know good humor unless it bit him in the ass. "Always wanting to be the center of attention, eh hon?" She batted her eyelashes at Jack.
"It's his birthday, isn't it?" Tanya piped up, "The birthday boy should be the center of attention... like a ringmaster or a lion tamer in a circus!" Giggling, she leaned over and playfully bit Jack on the shoulder. "Grrr, you can tame my ferocious kitty anytime." She said in a loud whisper.
Candi nearly vomited, but luckily, she swallowed it back before she did. "So, what's the show this time? Naked magicians with sad tricks and dicks? A one hit wonder band? Or maybe, like last year, strippers who twirled plates on sticks in their snatches?"
"In their what?" Corey sniggered, but stopped when Candi gave him a sharp look. "Never mind."
"It's a surprise you won't want to miss," Jack leered, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. "And it's something no one will ever forget."
"I'm sure it is; I can't wait." Candi replied, unenthused.
"Ya, whatever." Corey echoed the same sentiment. "Where can I get a cold one, man? It's a party isn't it? He glanced around the crowded, noisy room and found the beer keg in the corner next to a long table heavily laden with party food and liquor. "Never mind..." he trailed off heading in the direction of the beer without concern for his fiancée.
Suddenly, Tanya squeaked, "Ooh, big daddy," she snuggled close to Jack. "I haven't given you my birthday gift," she bit her lower lip sexily. "Do you want it now or later?"
Jack, being the perverted pig he was, forgot his party host duties once sexual favors were offered. "Now, of course." He nodded, smirking over at Candi. "Mingle with the rest of the ghouls." Rudely dismissing her, he waved his hand at the guests while with his other hand, he grabbed Tanya's arm and pushed her into a side room.
Candi scowled after them. How uncouth and ghastly can you get? She silently asked then enviously thought; they deserve each other. "Swine."
# # #
As soon as the door closed, Tanya was on him, unbuttoning, and unzipping his fly. He liked how enthusiastic she was about sex, how she constantly wanted more of it. A little nymphomaniac was what she was and he adored her for it--well, to be truthful, he did imagine it was Candi who couldn't keep her hands off him day and night.
"Yummy." Tanya cooed at his cock.
Down went his pants, along with his briefs while she nuzzled his stiffening cock. Looking at the top of her dark red head with the glittery halo on top, he couldn't think of anything other than the song, 'Happy Birthday to Me', as the tip of her tongue licked the sensitive head of his cock, twirling it around the raised rim.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..." he sang softly and she joined in, but hummed the tune instead, which buzzed a real nice erotic feeling in the pit of his belly. "Ya, that's it baby, do it just like that."
Tanya glanced up, seemingly grinning at him with his dick still in her mouth--her eye contact was just as exciting as receiving the blowjob itself. She lifted him, licked the underside of his shaft, tongued his balls, and turned to his cock-head, humming all the while. Her mouth was naughty and felt incredibly warm. Quickly, she deep-throated him, sucked him hard as she slurped loudly on his man meat until orgasm rolled around deep in his belly. Her nails dug into his ass painfully, but it only enhanced the experience of her going down him.
Unable to hold back any longer, he bucked his hips in time with her moving mouth and froze, rooting his dick all the way to its base "D-dayum, honey." Cum raced from his rock hard balls and filled her mouth in hard, feel-good spasms. "Jeezzzus," he shuddered, and glanced down at her in time to see her swallow his efforts. A wave of weakness grabbed onto him and he felt faint. "Have mercy on me, honey, you nearly cock-sucked me dead."
Tanya giggled as she stood, pulling up his briefs and pants; fixed him so he was presentable. "So you liked your gift, daddy?"
"You can say that." He grinned, still panting and not ashamed to hold onto her for support since she was the one who made him feel so euphoric. "Fuck," he shuddered.
Again, she giggled, but dense as she was, her mind flitted off elsewhere. "I'm not hungry anymore." She licked her lips. "But I sure am thirsty."
"I bet." He laughed, unlocking and pushing the door open to the ballroom where the party was in full swing as with the arrival of his ex-girlfriend, she made his guest list complete―all present and accounted for. "Time for a little more fun for everyone... especially me." He said with mischievous glee.
# # #
Still disturbed that Jack had acted so rudely towards her, she stared holes into him as he came out of the side room he went into earlier with his skank, outrageous girlfriend. It was her whole intention to come to his birthday party just to screw him one last time, but she wasn't so sure he was worth cheating on her fiancé. She glanced at Corey who was pounding one beer after another.
My man, she thought, rolling her eyes in disdain just as he burped loudly.
"You're disgusting." She said.
Corey smiled goofily, "And you're a bitch," he replied, pawing at her. "But I still love you, sweetie pie."
He's drunk. How did he get drunk so fast?
Sickened, she pulled away from him and stalked off to the bathroom. As she made her way through the crowd and down the hall, Jack appeared at the other end, smiling lazily at her―a sated 'I got laid' grin written across his face, one she was all too familiar with and slightly envied the skank because Candi hadn't put it there for him.
"So," he flicked an imaginary piece of lint off his costume. "You're getting married to that insufferable jackass. And please tell me why he looks so damn familiar?"
"Corey isn't a jackass and he should look familiar to you. He slept in your bed the last three months we were together."
"Your psychology student, I should've known that dumb fuck was sticking it to you." He glowered. "Your standards have definitely dropped since we dated."
"Wrong," Candi smiled cruelly, "they went up since you, and I really mean up, all ten inches of his cock. Much bigger than that smaller seven in your pants that could never make me come," she lied, knowing in reality the two men were the same size. "Yes, I faked it the entire time you and I were together." Lies burned her tongue again.
Jack's smile fell, just like his huge ego. "Then you wasted your time with me if you didn't enjoy yourself, which is your fault, not mine. You could've left long before you did. So why did you stay if you weren't happy? I gave you everything."
"Yes, everything." She fixed the bodice of her plunging neckline then glanced at him. Smirking, she saw his eyes glued to her tits, but oddly, it turned her on and her nipples tingled into hard points. "I was quite fond of fancy restaurants, jewelry, vacations and driven around in nice cars."
Laughing at her revelation, he said, "That makes you a dirty whore, doesn't it, my dear?"
Sudden heat flushed her face. "No!" She slapped him, but he caught her wrist before she delivered and snagged the other one as she tried to wrench free. "Asshole, let go of me!"
Swiftly and with a surprising amount of strength, he pinned her against the wall with her hands behind her back. "The show is about to start..." he pressed his hips into hers, snuffled at her neck, breathed deeply and muffled a sad sigh. "You don't want to miss this. I promise―it's a good one." He pulled away and walked down the long hallway to rejoin his party.
Again, Candi stared after him, she trembled, but not out of rage. The deep feelings she had for him hadn't disappeared after so many months as she originally thought. Instead, she realized, she wanted Jack even more―passionately. Did he still want her? Love her? She wondered, and kept wondering. Maybe so; she'd ask him.
# # #
Back in the ballroom with his guests, he felt unnerved. How could she still have that effect on him? Sure, he anticipated that there would be a little bit of sexual attraction left, but not to that degree. It was worse than he realized―he was still very much in love with Candi Manson and stupidly so, because she didn't give a shit about him.
"Damn it." Jack brushed a hand through his hair, imagining it was unruly.
"Hey, daddy, where have you been?" Tanya asked, bringing his thoughts back to the party.
"Oh," he grinned. "Setting up some fun."
Tanya giggled, shimmied her breasts side-to-side with excitement. "Are you ready to start?"
"Yes, baby―let's have some fun, eh?"
# # #
In the center of the ballroom, with everyone gathered around and watching what he was doing, he explained. "I found this old book in my great-great-grandfather's den here in the house while we were cleaning up the place last summer for a charity auction, and my mother flipped out when she saw the book. She said it was evil and should be burned."
"Oooh, scary, what kind of book is that?" asked Tanya, like they rehearsed earlier.
Jack leered, "A book on how to raise the dead."
Tanya shivered, "Are you going to raise the dead? Real walking zombies and everything?"
"Yes, indeed." said Jack, wagging his eyebrows up and down. "Right now."
Corey coughed, half disguising the word, "Lame" in his cough.
"Not funny." Tanya fixed Corey with a cold stare. "Jerk." she said, returning her attention back to Jack.
Chuckling, Jack asked Tanya to turn out the lights as he lit four candles and set them out in a square pattern at each corner. "North, south, east and west." He placed a glass of water at the base of each candle. He smiled wickedly at Tanya as he placed the human bone she stole from her anatomy class last semester and some red hair from her brush into a copper bowl. With a stroke of his thumb against the flint of the lighter, he lit a long orange flame and ignited the contents of the bowl. The hair caught on fire and quickly burned out with a puff of noxious black smoke.
"Stinky." Tanya stated the obvious, wrinkling up her nose.
Jack laughed, she was such a cute little tart, and thought maybe he might keep her around a little longer because initially, he planned to dump her after this weekend. He placed the smelly bowl in the center of the four candles, thereby completing the so called pentagram of negative space, he thought without the reverence he was supposed to have. He laid out a solid line of moist earth, fresh from the decayed rose garden out back and completed the circle around the candles. On the outside of that dirt circle, he laid another circle of dirt. He grabbed the old moldy book off the ground, stood up, and indicated that all his partygoers should do the same.
Glancing first to Candi to make sure she was paying attention, Jack cleared his thoughts―well, nearly so, as his mind never wandered too far from sex.
He read from the book and was glad that he spoke perfect Latin. "HIC EN SPIRITUM, SED NON INCORPORE, EVOKARE LEMURES DE MORTUIS, DECRETUM ESPUGNARE, DE ANGELUS BALBERITH, EN INFERNO INREMEABLIS!" He bellowed.
Full of himself, Jack smirked at his friends who grinned with wide-eyed glee, enjoying the show he was putting on for them, in particular, Candi who had said nothing. She kept staring at him, silently asking questions. He answered with hot visions of him doing Candi doggie-style on one of the old graves, filling her hot snizz with spunk and her begging for more. Damn, he wanted her.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked away from Candi and continued the hokey incantation with a loud booming voice. "WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM! WA TA NA SIAM!" He winked and blew out the four candles that threw the parlor into complete darkness.
Jack grabbed Candi.
"Oh, my god!" She screamed bloody murder, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
He kissed her and jammed his tongue down her throat. At first she struggled, but returned his kiss and let him grope her breasts for a moment. She felt smooth in the palm of his hand; he wanted, had to have her again. She moaned in the same desire as his then she pulled away.
"You're such a pig, Jackson Pierce," she hissed and slapped him.
"But you still want me." He dirtily whispered back as the lights came back on. He pulled the Dracula's cape closed, because once again, he had a huge erection after touching his ex-girlfriend. "Happy birthday to me and happy Halloween, freaks."
"That was excellent!" Tanya bounced up and down in excitement, making her big boobs jiggle nearly out of her skimpy white dress. "You scared the bee-jesus out of me, big daddy!"
"It was what I said it was, l-a-m-e," Corey spelled out. "Lame."
Jack laughed, "Well, Candi, honey, you have a smart one there, he can spell--you better keep him."
"I'll tattoo 'lame' on your forehead with my fist," Corey growled, going for Jack, but Candi grabbed his arm. "Asshole." He glared.
"That's all right, Corey. I am ready to leave anyway." Candi said, smiling a thin lipped smile. "I've seen quite enough of Jack and his dumb little slut to last me a lifetime."
"Hey, I'm not dumb." Tanya puffed out her lower lip.
"You are going?" Jack asked, but before she could answer, the doors burst open with a crack, splitting them lengthwise down the middle. A group of people dressed as zombies stood at the broken double doors. "What the hell? I didn't invite you all so you're considered party crashers and crashers get their asses kicked." He stepped closer and in the group of zombies, he saw his chauffer, although now, his chauffer looked very odd with pale blue skin and vacant eyes. "Max?"
"Pus-say." Max said, tonelessly,
Corey cackled, "He's got your number all right, Pierce!"
"Fuck you." Jack glared at Corey then brought his attention back to the party crashers.
Their filthy costumes looked authentic, the best at the Halloween party, certainly the most frightening with their missing eyes, arms, and legs. The make-up special effects were outstanding. They looked like they had lain in graves for a long time with their rotting skin falling off their faces, exposing bone.
Someone asked, "What's that smell?"
The partygoers mumbled the same question. Jack didn't know what they were referring to until suddenly the most god awful stench permeated the air from the direction of the zombies. Throughout the gang of crashers, he saw they were jerking-off their putrid cocks until they spooged great gobs of fluorescent green spunk onto the floor―what was worse was the fact that they all stared at Tanya as they did so.
Gagging, he asked, "Max, what is going on?"
"Pus-say." Max clarified, "Want pus-say now."
"Don't we all!" One of the partygoers roared with laughter.
Uneasy, Candi said, "Jack, I'm no doctor, but by the looks of them, I think your spell worked."
"You mean, r-real zombies?" Tanya squeaked.
"PUS-SAY!" Max exclaimed when the women spoke.
Zombie Max lurched forward, grabbed a shrieking Tanya as she was the closet, and pulled her into the center of the gang of zombies, hiding the view of what was going on. Jack and a few of the partygoers tried to help, but the zombies fought back, throwing them up against the walls. Tanya continued to scream, but soon her screams turned to loud sighs, which Jack recognized as Tanya in the throes of ecstasy. The zombies on the outside of the circle continued to masturbate in time with Tanya's wails while they eyed the women.
"Oh ya, oh ya!" Tanya called, "Do me good, nasty boy! Oooo, that's it...ya, ya, ya, I'm cummmming!"
Horrified, Jack asked, "Tanya?"
"Big daddy," said Tanya in a lifeless gravelly voice, when the zombie gang opened up the circle, and let Tanya through. Her red hair was mussed up, along with her clothes in disarray, panties down and wrapped around one ankle―moldy green cum dripped from between her thighs onto the floor. Grinning eerily, she said "I want your spermmm." Tanya staggered to him, tried to grab him, but he easily sidestepped her.
"No fucking way! You're so dead when we get out of here, Pierce!" Corey shouted in a panic, bolting to the side door, and dragging Candi with him.
The rest of the partygoers did the same out the front door. The ones who couldn't move fast enough, were snatched up, shrieking in horror until they fell under the ghastly zombie charm and enthusiastically fucked the dead until they too transformed into zombies.
Jack ran to the side room, locked the door behind him then saw Corey and Candi trying the windows. "It's no use, the windows are barred."
"This is all your fault, asshole." Corey raged, eyes nervously darting to the door were zombies pounded on it and called 'pus-say' or 'spermmm'. "If I'm turned into one of those freak zombies, I'm going fuck your ass until you puke green zombie jiz!"
"It was an accident, the fucking spell wasn't supposed to work!" Growled Jack.
Candi sneered, "If it wasn't supposed to work, pray tell, what happened, brilliant one?"
"Hell..." Jack thought wildly, pacing the floor as he went over the spell in his mind.
He wanted to make 'raising the dead' as authentic as he could just in case someone knew better and called him on it so he followed the spell just as it was written in the book.
"It was a joke, it wasn't really supposed to work." He repeated, mumbling. Light candles, water, burn hair, pentagram, clear thoughts of irreverence. "Clear thoughts?" Uh-oh, he silently realized he hadn't done that―he'd been fantasizing about doing Candi doggie-style on graves. Now, how irreverent and ignorant was that? Very, he thought. "Er...I-I, uh―"
"What did you do, Jack?" Candi demanded.
"Uh, well I uh, I didn't have the proper mindset I was supposed to have while I cast the spell." Jack admitted, cheeks burning. "I was thinking of sex with you..." he let his words trail off and looked away.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." said Corey with controlled rage. "Here we come to your lame ass party because you invited us...well Candi, she came out of the kindness of her heart even though I opposed it," his eyes darted at the door that trembled with the weight of zombies pounding against it. "And this is the thanks I get―you wanting to fuck my fiancée?"
"Corey, calm down." said Candi, none to soothingly, but eyeing Jack with renewed interest. "It happens."
Corey laughed, but with a level of sarcasm, "It happens? Hello...zombies outside the door because he couldn't accept that he's an ex and move on like you did," he said then fixed Jack with a hard stare. "Loser. Any man with balls would do that much faster than his ex-girlfriend."
"All right. She's my ex, are you happy now?" Jack said, "But it doesn't change the fact that there are walking corpses―"
Crack! Went the door and a zombie arm waved back and forth through the broken opening.
"Aw shit...not good, not good!" Jack looked to the other two doors in the room. One was a walk-in closet and the other led to the roof. "Okay, got an idea."
Candi tucked close to him, finding safety she didn't feel with Corey. "If you get us out of this alive, we'll just forget it all like it never happened." She cooed.
"The hell we will!" yelled Corey, glaring at Jack.
"Whatever. Do what you got to do, man." Jack took Candi's arm and opened the closet. "You hide here and we will lead those zombie bastards to the roof then off the cliff." He referred to the other side of the house that was nothing but air, rocks and ocean below. "I'll lock you in." Jamming his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a skeleton key that opened every door in the ancient house. "You'll be safe."
Snatching the key out of Jack's hand, Corey replied, "No, I will lock her in." He pushed her into the closet and tried to kiss her, but she pulled away. "You'll be all right," he shut the door and turned the key.
"Give me the key," Jack said in a flat tone, wanting no arguments as he didn't trust Candi's fiancé with it. Corey ignored him. "The key." He repeated, holding out his hand.
"Give him the key, Corey." Candi spoke, muffled from the other side of the closet door. "Now."
The key was placed in Jack's open hand without word. "Okay, here is the plan. We let them in and stand here at the attic door until they come after us." He pocketed the key, "Once they do, we'll push them off into the Pacific and we won't have to worry about them returning because there is no way back up."
"Just...uh, let them in?" Corey coughed nervously.
Real brave this one is, Jack thought incredulously. "Ya. Grow a pair."
"Screw you, Pierce." Corey glowered. "Let them in."
Jack unlocked the attic door then ran all the way up two flights of stairs and opened the other door. Back down, he went to the ballroom door. "Candi be quiet in there. Not a peep." He heard a muted 'okay' from her. "Ready?" He asked the other man.
"Go for it." Corey said bravely, but his face said differently, wincing as if he were constipated. "Ya."
Fast as he could, Jack opened the door then ran over to the attic. The zombies saw them without noticing the closet and lurched forward as they went after Jack and Corey. Satisfied that the gang was following, they raced up the stairs and waited for the zombies.
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Sitting down in the closet, Candi heard chants and a mass of people clambering up the stairs, somewhere above, a door slammed and the force of it made the closet door creak open.
Damn, Corey, he's useless...much too dumb that he couldn't even lock a door, she thought wildly as she scooted further in the closet.
She decided she was going to break their engagement and dump him. Who was she kidding? The only reason she went out with him was because he was so good-looking, athletic and popular and she was hoping to make Jacks feel jealous.
At the back of the walk-in closet, she stayed still, quiet as possible. The door swung open all the way, someone entered and shut the door. She immediately thought of Jack. Was it him?
"Jack?" asked Candi hopefully, unable to see because it was so dark in the closet.
She decide it was Jack, felt him standing over her, petting her head, smoothing her hair and sat down next to her. He pushed the neckline of her dress aside and a finger slowly slipped across one of Candi's nipples, bringing it to a point. She didn't say anything because she couldn't believe how incredible it felt, compared to the roughness of Corey, this touch was like silk. Jack leaned over and she met him with a kiss. Kissing her, he slid his tongue into her mouth and deeply probed her. A moan escaped.
"Oh, Jack, I-I don't know, Corey might catch us." She said, protesting, but he gave her another kiss.
All concerns of Corey disappeared they lay on the floor of the closet, undressing each other. Candi felt highly aroused, glad he made the first move, but she took it from there and moved down his chest. She did what he did to her nipple, but used her tongue instead, tugged lightly with her teeth. He sucked in his breath raggedly, pressed hard against her and she giggled at his obvious approval that poked her in the navel. After a few moments, she moved across his stomach to finally caress his massive cock. She slipped down and grazed his swollen cock. Letting her lips slowly slide down the length of his cock, past memories came flooding back to her. The taste, the texture, the smell. They were all there as if they never broke up so many months ago.
Suddenly, she stopped, "I'm sorry for all things I did. I was wrong, Jack," grunts of frustration prompted her to continue her sexual play. She giggled. "Okay, okay."
Candi stuck out her tongue, licked his cock, enveloped him all the way with her mouth then pulled back, sucking his sensitive flesh. He moaned as she continued to suck on him, moving her tongue around the head and then taking all of him in. Wetness seeped from between her thighs, the pressure of need throbbed at her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore and she stroked herself as she sucked him off. Moments into her expert blowjob, she could sense he was on the brink and would cum, but she squeezed the head of his cock to reduce the swell, to calm him down. She could feel pre-orgasmic contractions as she held him in her mouth. He combed her hair, lightly lacing his fingers through it and pulling.
In and out, slid his cock, her tongue occasionally licked the underside. Her fingers made little ovals around her hard clit, she stroked the sides producing gradual hot erotic feelings deep within her pussy. And damn, she was so wet! Wetter than she had been for months. His moans became more and more urgent so she increased her suction, moved faster on him. Her fingers slipped from her clit to deep inside, where she pushed them in and out, synchronizing her diddling with her blowing. Suddenly, with a loud groan, he gripped her head, smothered and nearly gagged her as he thrust himself down. Hot ejaculate spurt the back of her throat, coating it thickly, she swallowed, and convulsed hard with her own orgasm that rocked her whole body―it was pure bliss and always would be.
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Part of the roof was flat and was once a space where Jack's ancestors had parties with a view. Most of the guardrails that kept guests from falling off were now missing, or crumbling, which was good for him because he sure didn't want the zombies as guests at any party of his.
"Yep, just lead them this way and the deader than dead cum suckers will follow each other like a conga line off the roof!"
"You think so?"
"Yep, trust me. They may be all stone cold, but those stiffs are still dreaming of fucking a hot snizz."
"Pu-say, pu-say, pu-say." Came a low rumbling from the undead in the attic trying to find their way to the roof. "Spermmm."
"You better be right man."
"Pu-say, pu-say." The horny zombie chant got louder as they found the steps that led to the roof. "Spermmm."
"I am."
"Pu-say!" The zombies yelled in unison as the door to the roof burst open with a low, 'Spermmm' that followed up.
"Du-ude." Corey said nervously under his breath.
"Relax."
"Pu-say?" Asked a crazy one-eyed, slime covered zombie, who Jack presumed to be the leader. "Pu-say!" It demanded.
"Right this way." Jack grinned from ear to ear, gesturing to the opening in the wall―the artsy-fartsy architecture that once served as an unobstructed view of the ocean, now made open doorway. Jack glanced over at Corey and saw that the coward looked as if he was going to shit his shorts.
That's Candi's fiancé; he rolled his eyes, what a friggin' wuss...should let the dead dudes do em'. "No worries man." Jack quickly assured him and did a wild, 'C'mon now' gesture to the leader, the zombie freak who was now jerking his dead stiffy off in anticipation of the pussy it'd never get, as were all the zombies behind it. "Ew...let's get them to jump before they blow their stank-nasty jiz."
"Hey zombie-freak, lots of hot pussy here." Corey wiped the constipated look off his face, "Go ahead, and hump your hearts out!"
The creepy cadaver leered and just as Jack expected, it did the zombie walk with wide-legged-steps, arms raised out in front, hands grabbing the air. "Pus-say!' It called as it walked off the edge of the roof into the crashing waves, and rocks below.
"See?" Jack laughed.
"You were right, not such a dumb fuck after all like Candi said you were." He said, watching all the zombies line up, one by one, and leaping into nothingness.
Shocked, Jack asked, "She said that?" After all, that was why he and Candi got along so well; intelligence served as an aphrodisiac to the both of them―or it had at one time. It was the reason he put together the 'raising the dead' prank. It was creative and smart; something that would've intrigued her. He watched the Tanya-zombie leap off the roof without a sound other than saying 'spermmm'. "I am surprised. Candi really said that?"
"Not in so many words."
"What did she say?" asked Jack, watching the eighth walking, dead wanker fall over the edge of the roof.
"Er...you really want to know?" Corey asked facetiously. Jack was sure the jerk-off was dying to tell him what Candi thought about him.
"What did she say?"
"That you were a dumber than cum, limp dick prick who deluded himself into thinking he could buy his way in with in-crowd." Corey laughed. "She doesn't respect you very much and never has, it was just your money, man."
"No kidding." Jack seethed, wondering why he was still jonesing for the bitch. "So why'd you two come up to the party if she doesn't like me?"
"Because man, your Halloween b-day bashes are famous."
"If they weren't before, they are now―infamous that is." Jack said sourly.
"Ya, infamous for the night of the cum guzzling zombies!" Laughed Corey, mockingly.
A zombie came through the door onto the roof. It was Max-zombie and it was grinning evilly, but with an eerie distinct sense of satisfaction that crossed its cyanotic face.
"Maybe reading out of that hoodoo book wasn't such a good idea after all, you deserve all this and like, you lost your girl, you lose again because you aren't IN." He winked.
Jack scowled, hating the bastard that grinned back at him. "Screw you, Korne."
The last zombie to jump was his chauffer who did him a huge favor by reaching out with one arm, grabbing the shocked Corey by the shirt collar, and pulling the smug bastard with him. Though quite astonished, dark glee bubbled forth.
"Wrong-go, dumb fuck!" Jack laughed hysterically.
After leaving the roof, he went back to the closet where he and Corey left Candi safely hidden inside from the zombies. So, I'm a limp dick loser, eh? Jack grinned wickedly, thinking he ought to poke her ass with his huge bone to remind her of just how big and hard he really was. He went to unlock the door with the rusty skeleton key, but found the door was already slightly ajar.
"Damn it." He rolled his eyes. "The moron couldn't even turn a key he's so dumb." He muttered, thinking that Corey was not only spineless, but brainless too. And dead too, don't forget that when you fuck his fiancée. "Hey?" He asked cautiously as he opened the closet door the rest of the way. "Candi?"
The large walk-in closet was slightly dark, but he could see all the coats that were still hanging up and waiting for his friends when they decided to leave. He laughed. Most had dashed off in hurry without their jackets, but the ones left, wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. He glanced down at the bottom of the closet and saw a pair of bare feet. They were feminine and blood-red nail polish painted the delicate little toe nails. Tasty, tasty... He knew the tootsie-toes very well, in fact, it was Candi's feet that started his little foot fetish.
The toes wagged at him, inviting him into the closet with her. Maybe the little cop and feel prank he played earlier had thawed her out some? His dick did a dance in his pants; he didn't know and didn't care as he was going to melt the ice queen all the way. He squatted down and sat on his heels. He first tickled the instep then lifted her foot up and pressed it to his crotch. She wriggled her toes and mashed her heel into his groin until his cock was rock-hard. In a very aroused state that threatened to tear a hole in his pants, he raised her foot, licked the bottom, heel to toe. Inserting her big toe into his mouth, he felt like he'd blow his wad right then, but held back, sucked her toe while he unzipped the zipper on his pants to free his cock.
Horny excitement raced through his blood stream as he jerked-off his fat cock, licked her ankle, shin, knee, and lastly, her inner thigh. He spread her wide, his tongue found her clit, flicked it repeatedly, and sucked it as he had her toe. She raised her hips to meet him, moaned her pleasure with sexy raggedness. He stopped licking her pussy long enough to jam his dick in, all the way to the hilt and wasn't surprised to find that she was slick as he was hard.
"I knew you missed me." He thrust into her with rage as he was angry that she had mocked him. He'd teach her plenty and punish her. "Missed my dick, didn't you?"
"Ooo, yes." She called gravelly and jerked her hips in time with his so that their pelvises banged against each other. "Mmm..."
"You, like that huh?" He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up until he had her nearly bent in half. He banged her hard and heard his balls bouncing against her with 'slap, slap' sounds. "Nasty slut, you want more don't you?"
"Yesss..."
"You want my big cock and not the fuck of boyfriend yours, right Candi girl?"
"Ooo..."
Jack pulled out of her quickly and flipped her over so that he could do her from behind. The coats got in the way and he tore a few of them away from their hangers so that he could kneel upright. He grabbed her ripe ass and slammed himself right back into her saucy snatch in one bone-jarring stroke.
"Jeezuuus," he growled, pumping away on her as hard and fast as he could. Wet sex sounds sucked and squelched with his thrusts. She felt like a tight velvet glove. "Damn your pussy feels so good, I've forgotten how good it felt!"
"Mooore!"
"I am honey, I am." He slipped in and out of her furiously. The 'feel good' sensation quickly came to a peak, but rolled around the edge, telling him that he was close to jetting his jiz, ready or not. Normally he held back to let the girl climax before him, but he ignored the chivalry, and increased the speed of his thrusts. "Oh my god." He groaned.
"Mooore!"
Jack dripped sweat onto her and dug his fingers into her ass, squeezed it as hard as he could, enough that he'd surely leave bruises in the shape of his fingers. The fluttering feeling of orgasm tightened, and raised his nuts into hard stones.
"Aahhh!" Candi convulsed beneath him, pulsing his cock with her tight little pussy. "Mooore!"
More? Nope, no more, he thought before he came. "Ooh, my fucking hell!" He cried out and grunted, spurting his load into her slippery slit. "Sweet jeezus, yes!" Jack shuddered.
He slowed his thrusts and realized he didn't go post-ejaculate soft. No, his cock stayed rock solid so he kept pumping into her drippy sex. Wow, this has never happened to me before, he thought, fully enjoying her pussy for another go around.
"Sperrmmm!" exclaimed Candi in a zombie-like tone.
Jack's heart stopped, realizing that the dead voice belonged to the once hot and nasty Candi...then he too turned zombie cold.
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