Oct 312017

We end the month of Halloween with a horror novel with an irresistible title by Christine Morgan. There was no way that I wasn’t going to read something called “Spermjackers From Hell.” I am terribly jealous of this title and concept.

The book is about five dumb-asses summoning a succubus like some sort of occult version of the movie Weird Science. The succeed but instead of a Kelly LeBrock, they got something with a lot more pseudopods and way out of their league to control. Sexual terror ensues.

Keep in mind that this is a Horror book and not an Erotica or even Erotic Horror book. The shit goes down in this book is horrifying and traumatizing. It is also quite funny with believable dialogue. The author frequently breaks the fourth wall to lighten the mood as well as emphasize how fucked up this situation is. I can count one hand how many times breaking-the-fourth-wall is successfully done but this book manages to do it.

All in all, this is a gruesome book for people who like a bit more sexual content in their horror. I enjoyed it and will be looking for more this author.

Oct 302017

Pumpkin Patties are almost indistinguishable from regular women. Sure, they have an orange tint to their skin and their curves are a bit firmer than normal women, but their smiling faces put everyone at ease. They dress like us although no one is sure where they get their clothes from. Do they grow them or do they steal them? Maybe it is provided by the farmer who raise them.

They travel in groups, giggling to each other and sticking close for support. One strange woman might stand out but a group of strange women on Halloween is just another drunk group of friends. They are also awfully friendly with their big smiles and wide-open eyes.

One giveaway is that they are not much for talking. Oh, they can talk but mostly they want to kiss and their lips taste like pumpkin spice. They want you to squeeze their big breasts and reach between their legs. Gently they lead you into the darkness where the two of you can shed your clothes and push deep into thick patches of something that is not quite hair until you reach something that is certainly wet, warm and clenching.

And what happens once their lovers are exhausted and spent beside them after a bout of copulation? The Pumpkin Patty picks herself up and goes off in search of more fun. She rejoins her fellow Patties and they keep searching for more lovers.

The night only comes to an end when the first rays of dawn appear. That is when the Pumpkin Patty returns to her field, sheds her clothes and sinks back into the earth that spawned her. She breaks apart quickly, soaking the field with her special magic that will ensure a fertile ground for next spring.

A Pumpkin Patty only has one night to live so if you encounter one, make sure to help them make it a night worth living for.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.

Oct 272017

Trick ‘r Treat is a 2017 anthology movie about the horrible things that happen in a small town one Halloween. Instead of a framing story, there is a mysterious small figure who wanders from story to story until he gets his own story is revealed at the end. The body count is high but every story has a moral, even if that moral is don’t fuck around with the spirit of Halloween.

I love this movie so much. It hits everything I want in a Halloween movie.

Mysterious central figure? Check.

Anthology of short stories? Check.

A story about kids being dicks and getting what they deserve? Check.

A story with hot chicks in costumes? Check.

A story that actually embraces the holiday of Halloween as a concept and not just as a background for a typical horror movie? Check.

Bad people getting punished? Check.

Again, I love this movie too much to be objective. I also don’t want to spoil anything by going into more detail. Let’s just say that I watch this every year and it is always great. With the possible exception of John Carpetner’s Halloween, this is the quintessential Halloween horror movie in my book.


Oct 262017

Here is a fact of life that may surprise no one: if you have breasts, odds are that they are already haunted. Spirits are attracted to breasts because they are warm, soft, close to the heart and quite frankly, most spirits loved breasts when they were alive and that doesn’t stop when you die.

During Halloween, the ghosts haunting breasts become more powerful. All of their desires intensify and the magic in the air makes it easier for the ghost to affect the breast they are haunting. They can will the breast to move, often wiggling and escaping clothes that would normally hold them securely. They become more sensitive in attempt to encourage their owners to fondle and grope them, or at least become more tolerant of the groping of others. In some cases, they have the ability to enchant other people who gaze upon the haunted breast. These enchanted people become obsessed with looking at the haunted breast and wish nothing more than to touch them.

What do these spirits desire? They want to be touched. They want to be worshipped. They want to be kissed. They want to be admired. And yes, many of them want to be fucked.

Some people feel they can exorcise their haunted breasts. They try slapping, flogging, nipple clamps and harsh pinches. They believe that such pain drives forth the ghost inside. That may be true but more likely, the ghost planted the idea in their host because they enjoy the kinky stuff.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous

Oct 252017

Time is the greatest test of quality. You might love something when it first comes out but the real test is if you love it ten years later. An even better test is if you love it after you have read, seen or played it a hundred times.  The best works of art get better with time and repetition.

A Night in the Lonesome October by Roger Zelazny is one of those books that I keep reading every year and I always find something new to delight me. It is the story of Jack the Ripper, A Vampire Count, a Mad Scientist and his Monster, a Great Detective, A Mad Monk, a Sinister Druid, a Witch, an Evil Vicar and others have come together for a great cosmic event set for Halloween night. Some want to use the event to open a gate to the Great Old Ones while others are there to close it. Who is a Closer or an Opener is never clear. The book takes part during the entire month of October and is part mystery and part Battle Royale.

Oh, and the best part is that the entire novel is told from the point of view of Jack the Ripper’s dog, Snuff. Don’t worry, he is probably the smartest character in the book and one of my favorite characters ever.

Since Roger Zelazny is writing it, the story moves along at a brisk pace. There is adventure, mystery and humor every where. There is a scene that never fails to make me knot up in tension and there are always new jokes and play on words that I didn’t catch last time.

It is worth it to seek out the hardcover edition as it includes illustrations by master artist, Gahan Wilson.

Oct 242017

When you go trick or treating this Halloween, you may come across a house that you don’t remember being there. It will look old and run down but there will be a light at the door. A silhouette will at the window and the shape of the shadow will make your libido flare.

If you are wise, you will notice that children will refuse to go there. Children are smart. They know things. If you are even wiser, you will follow their lead.

But you might not be wise. The shape in the window is too attractive to ignore. You will think to yourself that maybe you will knock on the door even though you are too old for Halloween. Maybe you will think of a ruse to convince the person in the window to chat with you.

No ruse is needed. Once you knock at the door, the attractive person at the window will answer. They will smile at whatever you say. Their body language will be inviting and open. When they invite you in, it would almost seem rude to ignore them.

That will be the last you see of this mortal world. Once you enter the House, there will be no return. Oh, don’t worry, you will get laid. The lovely person who opened the door will fuck your brains out. So will the slightly less attractive person in the living room and so will the not-quite attractive person in the kitchen.

From there, you will be passed on the strange person in the dining room and after that you will have to fuck the almost hideous person that lurks under the stairs. The people will become less like people and more like things and terrible horrors but the fucking will continue and continue and continue.

When you are a dried husk of the person you used to be and are no longer worth fucking they will add you to the foundation of the building. You’ll join the other damned souls in holding this awful nightmare of a structure together for when it appears next year, in another town, on another street, where a house shouldn’t be.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.

Oct 202017

Suk-Ems are strange beings that only appear on Halloween night. They lack very little power on their own and must be ingested in order to affect someone. They appear as hard candy wrapped in packaging that resembles but does not exactly duplicate popular brands. The only thing special about these wrappers is that are remarkably easy to open.

If a child or a virgin consumes a Suk-Em, nothing happens but if they are consumed by an adult with sexual experience, the Suk-Em is able to bond with the eater in a symbiotic manner. A Suk-Em will increase the saliva production in their host as well as strengthen and reinforce their jaw and tongue muscles.

Once these changes are in place, something that usually takes two or three minutes, the host will find they have an incredible oral fixation that far exceeds anything they have previously experienced. They will desire to suck cock, lick pussy, nibble breasts, lick ass, kiss without stopping as well as an incredible urge to eat ass.

The compulsion will be overwhelming and very non-discriminating. The Suk-Em grows stronger with every part that goes into the host’s mouth and if there is ejaculation or squirting, then the Suk-Em grows even stronger still. People infected with Suk-Ems have been known to perform oral feats that become the stuff of local legend.

The only known cure for someone who has eaten a Suk-Em is daylight. Exposure to the sun will eradicate its influence completely. This can make for some very long nights if a Suk-em is consumed early in the evening.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.

Oct 182017

Find a deserted place. It can be an empty house, a quiet field or a parking lot long abandoned. Wherever you choose, there must not be a soul, living or unliving around.

On Halloween night, go to your deserted place and pull down your pants or lift your skirt. If you are wearing underwear, pull it down. If you are not wearing underwear at all, even better.

Now bend over and recited the following.

Black Scarecrow, Black Scarecrow,
I am waiting for you.
Black Scarecrow, Black Scarecrow,
I know you want me too.
Black Scarecrow, Black Scarecrow,
I’m ready as you can see.
Black Scarecrow, Black Scarecrow,
Please come enter me.

If you are lucky, you will feel only the cold October wind. But if your pussy is wet, or if lacking a pussy, your ass looks tight, then you might hear the crackle of dry leaves in a sack. You will feel the tip of a monstrous member pushing deep inside you. You will feel the grip of his itchy hands as he grabs hold of your waist. You will feel the thick phallus fill you completely and push you to your very limits. You will know the punishing thrusts as the Black Scarecrow pounds you.

Don’t look back! The sight is not meant for mortals. It is better to look straight ahead as the terrible creature uses you for his hideous lust.

It will hurt. It will feel good. You will scream. You will come.

The Black Scarecrow will come inside you but his tainted seed will not take root. Once his six balls have emptied inside of you, he will pull out and his hands will release you. It is common for most people to fall to the ground at this point.

The monster will be gone but beware. He has known your body and next Halloween, if not enough people go to a deserted place and whisper his chant, then he may return to your familiar hole to relieve his terrible lust.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.


Oct 162017

Halloween costumes that are sold in stores are notoriously for falling part as the night goes on. Many a poor man or woman have been enjoying themselves in public when their outfit tears in such a way to expose themselves to friends and strangers alike. People tend to blame their humiliating exposures on cheap costumes and drunken adventures.

Few people know that the source of their accidental nudity is because of creatures known as Enfies.

Enfies are magical entities that lurk in some distant outer plane of existence. They rarely come to Earth unless but on Halloween, when the veils between words are at their weakest, Enfies cross freely into our world to work their mischief. While here, an Enfie is invisible and formless but they are still able to affect the world with their telekinesis and psychic vampirism.

Enfies feed on the psychic energy of other people’s sexual embarrassment. To provoke this feeling, the Enfie will use their telekinesis to ruin a Halloween costume. Skirts will ride up, zippers will come undone, panties will tear, shorts will drop and tight tops will pop open. The costume will come part at the worse moment for the victim for maximum embarrassment.

There is only one known defense from an Enfie’s attention. If a person feels that an Enfie may be nearby, they should immediately expose themselves to a stranger as soon as possible. This should satisfy the Enfie enough that they will move on to a more unsuspecting target. It is unfortunate that the victim is subjecting themselves to embarrassment, but at least they get to keep their costume intact.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.

Oct 282015

monstermash“Greetings mortals! It is me, Suckubeth, that demon beauty with the supernatural booty! With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick companion, Burny.”

“Listen to me, readers! I will teach you how to set up a circle of protection to guard your souls! First, arrange your underwear in a circle around you and then-“

“Enough of that, Burny! It is the week before Halloween and our readers are on the cusp of experiencing forbidden delights. That is why today I am sharing a story I call, The Athol Sisters.”

“Vincent Price’s Ghost! I love that story!”

What, no dread warnings, Burny?”

“Nope, these readers get what they deserve. I want to get on with the story!”

“You heard the flaming skull. Read on, mortals.”


There was a creak outside the bedroom door. I paused in mid-thrust. Rowena’s cunt clenched me with urgency.

“What’s the matter, cock-meat?” she asked. A blue eye and a green eye stared up at me.

“I think your sister is listening again,” I whispered.

“Of course she is,” Rowena said. “The little slut likes to watch. Let her.”

Rowena hooked her legs around me. I felt the dozens of skin tags press against my sides. Crooked fingers dug into my back. The strength of her cunt made me moan.

I went back to fucking her. Hard brutal thrusts made her cry out. Sharp fingernails dug into me wanting more.

There was a moan from the other side of the door. I laughed.

“I told you Gywn was a slut,” Rowena said. “Listen, cock-meat.”

She rolled me onto my back and mounted me. I tried to ignore the pattern of moles on her stomach and focused instead on the hairy cunt that embraced my cock. My hands went to her tits and ignored the dryness of her skin in favor of the plumpness that I held.

Rowena grinded on my cock. She held a finger to her lips and urged me to listen.

All I heard at first was the wet sound of Rowena’s crotch but when Rowena paused I heard it. I was hearing a different pussy, one that was so wet and getting fingered so hard that I could hear it from the hallway. It was deafening.

“Horny bitch,” Rowena said with affection. “Just like our mother.”

I shuddered a little. Old Lady Athol died last year. She had been the terror of the neighborhood children and was old when I was young. Kids who crossed her yard would find their toys broken. Adults who insulted her would get sick. The sidewalk in front of her house was always cracked. When she started walking around with a baby, no one dared asked who the father was.

Rowena mistook my shudder for pleasure. She resumed grinding on my cock. Her fingers played with her enormously large clit.

Outside the door, I heard a long shuddering moan. It sounded like Gywn had climaxed. There was a pause in the wet noises but then they resumed.

“Maybe we should let her in,” I said. “She could watch from the chair.”

Rowena laughed. “You would like that wouldn’t you, cock-meat? You would like to fuck both of the Athol sisters, wouldn’t you? It would be a lifelong dream of yours.”

“To be honest, I didn’t even know you had a sister until this week,” I said. “I remember seeing you through the window growing up but I never saw another girl. But I guess since you are twins maybe I saw both of you and didn’t even know it.”

Rowena snorted. “I doubt it, Gywn has always been shy,” Rowena said. “That was good for Mother since she wasn’t too social herself.”

“What about you?” I asked as I squeezed her tits.

“I think people have their uses,” Rowena said. She climbed off my cock and turned around. Her ass was presented to me. I never met a girl that loved anal as much as her.

I sat up and got on my knees. My cock went to her ass and pushed in. She was always loose at first but then tightened when I was fully in.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Outside the door was another moan.

I started to fuck Rowena’s ass. Rowena cried out her first orgasm. She was also the only girl I ever knew that could come from anal. It was like all her sensitive bits were in her ass.

There was another orgasmic cry from behind the hallway. The bedroom door shook a bit.

“I hope she’s not jealous,” I said.

Rowena came again before answering. “That slut? Trust me, cock-meat, she gets more cock than I do. Pussy too. Her lovers come from all around. They come from her mind, her books and her dreams.”

That seemed mean but Rowena had her cruel streaks. Just because her sister fantasized and masturbated a lot was no reason to assume she wouldn’t get jealous.

Rowena’s ass clenched tighter around my cock. The fine red hairs on her back stood up. I pounded her ass harder; knowing she could take it.

“Praise the Gods your hard cock came to my door,” Rowena cried. “Praise the Gods you had the balls to ask if we needed landscaping! Praise the Gods for your dirty filthy cock in my twice damned asshole!”

I kept fucking. Rowena was always saying weird shit like that. Home schooling fucks kids up.

Rowena came again. Gwyn came again outside the door.

I came and fired my load inside Rowena’s tight ass. She might have a bunch of skin conditions, weird ideas and a dirty mouth but fuck; she had an ass for fucking.

The wet sounds stopped outside the door. I heard heavy thudding steps go down the hallway. Gywn must be the fat twin.

I fell back on the bed exhausted. Rowena curled up next to me. We were done talking. We laid in silence until sleep overtook us.

Later I awoke. Rowena was beside me, snoring that weird high pitch three note thing she does. Despite the cold October air, the bedroom was hot and sticky.

There was a moan. It was faint and distant. My cock stirred.

I climbed out of bed. My cock bounced between my legs. The bedroom door was silent as I snuck out.

Gywn’s room was down the hall. I expected it to be locked but it wasn’t. It opened to reveal a flight of stairs. A single light swung at the top of the stairs.

I frowned. I didn’t know there was a second story. It must lead to the attic.

The smell of pussy was strong. It was amazing. I hadn’t smelled this much pussy since my senior prom party. How much masturbating did Gywn do?

I went up the stairs. There were a lot more than I was expecting. Things were written on the walls but I didn’t understand the language. Old Lady Athol might have homeschooled them but at least they learned foreign stuff.

The top of the stairs opened into a large room. It didn’t look much like an attic. It didn’t look much like anything. There was a wall of books that blocked most of the light coming from the stairs. Around the wall was just darkness.

I read some of the book titles. They were most romances. “The Duchess and the Pirate’s Cook” was one. Some of the titles were weirder. What kind of romance book was “The Princesses’ Tiny Demon?” Or “Six Daughters of the Goat”?

Oh well. I wasn’t much of a reader myself. I was more of a fucker.

“Gywn?” I asked softly. “It’s me, your sister’s boyfriend.”

Boyfriend might have been too strong of a word but I doubt she would know my name. Rowena just usually called me cock-meat.

“I know you,” a voice said. It was nicer than I was expecting.

“I just thought I would check on you,” I said. “I heard some odd noises.”

“Turn off the light,” Gywn said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I want to fuck you in the darkness,” she said.

That was what I thought. Without another word I clicked the light off. A single beam of moonlight came from a window.

“Where are you?” I asked. I took a step into the darkness and then another. I was headed for the square of moonlight on the ground.

“Here,” a voice said.

I was grabbed from behind. Something wet picked me up and slammed me on my back. My head hit the floor and I yelled out in pain.

“Shh,” Gywn said.

I could hardly see her in the darkness. She was big, much bigger than I was expecting. Lumpy too. I was having a hard time making out where her arms were.

Something heavy dropped on top of me. I thought it was a giant sack of wet cloth. I pushed with my hands but everything I touched was soggy.

Something wet pressed against my face. It was pussy. Soaking wet pussy. There was a tiny bit of pubic hair which was a welcome change from the shrubbery bush that Rowena had.

It was irresistible. My mouth opened and I started to lick. It was musky. It was spicy. It was quenching. It was salty. It was sweet. It was all of those things and I couldn’t help licking.

Something wet touched my cock. I groaned into the pussy I was eating. I assumed it was Gywn’s fingers. The horny sister’s fingers must be dripping from stroking all the time.

Wet heat gripped my cock. It wasn’t fingers. I thought it might be a mouth but it was too slick. It was a cunt.

I was confused. The cunt squeezed around my cock and I groaned again.

I reached out with both hands. Something was in the way. Smooth slick lips intercepted my fingers. Both hands plunged into two sets of cunts.

What the fuck? My heart pounded. I tried to rise but Gywn was too heavy.

My mouth didn’t stop licking. I was scared but I was also horny. I needed to eat more pussy. My cock wanted more cunt. My fingers stroked and fucked two wet holes.

Gywn groaned. The sound was intensely loud. My fucking rib cage vibrated.

The cunt on my cock rocked back and forth. The pussy grinded on my face. My hands curled into fists inside tight cunts.

Something wet and slick rubbed against my legs. Hot desire dripped onto my chest. My toes slipped into hot pussy lips.

I had never been so hard.

There was the sound of laughter. “You like it?” It was Rowena.

I tried to answer but the pussy smothered my words.

“I wasn’t talking to you, cock-meat.”

“Yes,” Gywn said.

“I knew you would,” Rowena said. “It is about time you had a human cock. I am just disappointed that it took him this long to come to you.”

The cunt bounced on my cock. I was going to come soon.

I tried to ask a question. My tongue wouldn’t stop licking to form the words.

“Yes, we’re sisters,” Rowena said. “And yes, we’re twins. I take after mother.”

“I take after Father,” Gywn groaned.

I could care less. My cock erupted and it felt like my entire soul came.


“Halloween is always fun for the whole family.”

“Especially if the family is a pair of witch-spawned twins with an other-worldly father.”

“So true, Burny! Remember people, if you really want an interesting Halloween, go fuck a witch!”

“Or skip the witch and fuck the entity from another dimension directly!”

“Good advice, Burny! Very good advice for the readers to keep in mind when a certain dark demoness with gorgeous tits visits them later.

As for you mortals, I’ll catch your souls later.”