A Curvy Halloween (BBW, Anal, Halloween Erotica)

<h2>”I sighed, feeling drained but fulfilled. It was the best Halloween ever...”</h2>

For Chris, all he wanted for Halloween was a little peace and quiet – he had work the next day, after all. But his next door neighbor, Hilda, had once again ignored his requests, throwing a loud, massive party that was sure to keep him awake all night.

Fortunately, Chris's father is willing to stop by, allowing him to head next door and tell his neighbor to turn things down. Chris wastes no time in hopping the fence to find Hilda! He knows that, as soon as he finds his curvy and obnoxious neighbor, he can get her to shut things down.

But the party is a maze of drunken, out-of-control people, and when Chris finally locates his neighbor in an upstairs bedroom, he is frustrated and angry. At that moment, he decides that he's going to take punishing her into his own hands...

<b>Adult content warning: This story contains graphic scenes of sex at a Halloween party, and is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are adults of legal age, and are not blood relations.</b>

<h2>Excerpt:</h2>

<i>I hurried out our door, leaping over the short hedges that surrounded our property and scrambling up the short but steep hill on the edge of our neighbor's yard. The house next door to us sat on a mound that put it at least five feet higher above street level than the rest of the block. As I scrambled up, I was grateful that I was still in good shape, fit and toned from my years of competing on the track and field team. I reached the top of the hill, dusted myself off, and then walked up to the front door. It was standing open, so I headed inside the party.

My senses, lulled into peaceful complacency by the calm outdoors, were not ready for the assault that hit them as I stepped inside. Some indeterminate music was thumping through the entire house, the bass beat so loud that I could feel the floor vibrating slightly beneath my feet. All of the bulbs in the lights, both floor lights and ceiling lights, had been replaced by colored versions, making the rooms a dizzying mix of red, yellow, purple, green, and blue. Crepe paper streamers were strung up everywhere, and cheap Halloween decorations had been stuck all over the walls. I nearly tripped over a display of pumpkins inside the door, as my eyes were not watching where I stepped. Instead, I was staring around at the other people.

Clearly, this was a costume party, but the theme must have been “slut.” I recognized several former students from my high school, as well as nearly half of the local college's senior cheerleading team sitting over in one corner, most of them dressed in little more than bikini tops, panties, and pairs of fake ears on headbands that had been slid into their hair. All around me, people were half-naked or more, laughing, drinking from red plastic cups, and dancing, their figures entwined with each other...</i>