It had been three months since I had broken up with my boyfriend, and I was feeling a strong sense of sexual frustration. Since then, I had enjoyed, if that is the right word, a few one night stands, but I knew that I wanted something more, something different. At 27, I was still comparatively inexperienced sexually. Prior to my recent casual sex I had been with only three men, and that had been in relationships. I found it easy enough to attract men. Five feet, eight inches tall and with long legs, I kept my slim figure in good shape. My grey/blue eyes drew many compliments, as did my thick, brown hair, which I wore long. I had often been tempted to be more sexually adventurous, but had never found a partner willing to share my fantasies.
When Sam appeared in front of me, I knew that I was the one who was going to provide the entertainment. For a second I thought of bolting from the room. But I held my nerve. I prided myself on seeing things through, and I had never felt so alive and vibrant for many years. I quickly gulped down the last of my drink, with my pulse racing. They walked me across the room, to the cradle, as I later found it was called.
Someone put one of the witch type spiked hats on my head and handed me a broomstick, which took submissively.
“Ok lift her up,” I heard, and the two men either side of me lifted me up by my thighs so I was cradled in their arms. I felt the soft leather straps being placed around my legs and two thinner straps one above and one below my breasts. I heard buckles being fastened, and the straps tightened. My top was lifted up so that my aroused nipples protruded between the leather, and someone slipped off my thong. Then the men released me and I realised as I hung supported in mid air that I had been placed in a cradle. My skirt had ridden right up my thighs and with my legs spread, I was aware that my naked pussy was on show for anyone who cared to see it, and by the comments I heard, most of the people in the room were doing their best to do just that. I closed my eyes and waited.
The speakers boomed, “Ladies and gentlemen, we present your first entertainment of this Halloween evening. The young lady before you is our newest member and has just been judged Queen of The Coven. She is now about to receive her prize.” There were ripples of laughter, followed by applause.
“Wow she fits into that harness well, just the right height for both holes,” a man said.
“One at a time, gentlemen please,” laughed another. “Mmmm those nipples look ripe and tasty,” said a woman.
I opened my eyes as someone removed my hat and the broomstick. I found that I could hold the straps above me for balance. I don’t know if the alcohol helped, but I suddenly felt so horny at being on display. I had only fantasised about being an exhibitionist before, but this felt surprisingly good. As I looked around, I saw several men approach me. They had unashamedly stripped off their costumes, and their cocks were fully erect, in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Men and women crowded round eagerly, anxious to get a good view of the show.
I bit my lip anxiously, worried that I might not be able to accommodate them all. As I waited, different music suddenly boomed into life. Music with a hypnotic sensual beat, almost a jungle rhythm. I somehow knew that it was to set the tempo for my ritual fucking.
I was so aroused by what was about to happen to me, that I felt my throbbing pussy dribble some of my juices down my ass. The first man approached. As he placed the tip of his stiff cock just past the lips of my pussy, his eyes and mouth grinned at me from behind his Satan’s mask. “Welcome to our group.” Barely had the words left his mouth, when he thrust forward and a moan escaped me, as his cock slipped into my well- lubricated cunt, and touched the tip of my cervix as it came to rest. He stood there, stiff with lust. I felt his penis move deep inside me and then in time to the music he began to pump me hard. As his big cock glided in and out of my sopping wet hole, I found myself whimpering with pleasure. He fucked me steadily with his thick weapon, and the harness began to move from his thrusts, until my hips were swinging in to meet his, as he buried his phallus deep inside me.
My pussy was gripping him tightly as my arousal soared. The sensation of being fucked so hard, without any other weight or pressure on my body was amazing. All my senses seemed to be centred on the pleasure of having that big hard cock reaming me. Then he froze, still buried deep inside me, and the tell tale quiver in his thighs as they pressed against me told me that he was cumming. “Shit this bitch is hot,” he muttered. He pulled out his cock, and directed it at me. A stream of creamy semen spurted from the tip of his cock in an arc and spattered warmly over my naked stomach. Some in the crowd applauded. Two of the women then came either side of me. To my amazement, one leant over and lapped up the splashes of cum from my skin, to cheers from the onlookers. The other ensured that there was nothing left inside the spent cock by sucking and licking off every last drop. The man gave a contented grunt and stood to one side.
No sooner had he done so, than a younger, well- muscled man took his place and wasted no time in plunging his stiff rod into me. He fucked me hard, pulling my suspended thighs toward him to meet his thrusts, and finding the reward of my welcoming cunt as it sheathed his cock again and again. The two women, still on each side of me, took my nipples into their mouths, greedily sucking, and sending waves of pleasure down to my pussy. The young man fucking me, started to stroke my raised, tingling clit. Soon I felt the pressure growing in the pit of my belly. In rippling waves, it erupted into a fierce orgasm. I shook my head from side to side, and moaned, in time with the spasms of my cunt on his rigid prick. As shudders of release ran through my limbs, the man fucking me grunted, and thrust forward deep into me. I felt his warm spunk explode inside me, further flooding my throbbing vagina.
When he withdrew, the appreciative audience applauded yet again. One I took to be a senior member came forward. “Well done Sharon,” he smiled. “You have put on a great performance. You have had a long evening, and it is time to give you some rest. Welcome to our group. You are indeed a horny young woman, and the men and women are looking forward to sharing pleasure with you in future.” There was a final ripple of applause, and two men moved forward to release me from the harness. Anne appeared, helped to adjust my clothes, and led me to the washrooms for a cleanup. “Great fuck,” she whispered, putting her arm round me, and kissing my lips. We must get together soon.” As we walked, I could feel yet again, the familiar sensation of my pussy oozing semen down my thighs.
Somehow I knew that it would be something I would be experiencing many times in the future. One thing was certain. Halloween would never seem the same again, and would always have a special significance for me.
When Sam appeared in front of me, I knew that I was the one who was going to provide the entertainment. For a second I thought of bolting from the room. But I held my nerve. I prided myself on seeing things through, and I had never felt so alive and vibrant for many years. I quickly gulped down the last of my drink, with my pulse racing. They walked me across the room, to the cradle, as I later found it was called.
Someone put one of the witch type spiked hats on my head and handed me a broomstick, which took submissively.
“Ok lift her up,” I heard, and the two men either side of me lifted me up by my thighs so I was cradled in their arms. I felt the soft leather straps being placed around my legs and two thinner straps one above and one below my breasts. I heard buckles being fastened, and the straps tightened. My top was lifted up so that my aroused nipples protruded between the leather, and someone slipped off my thong. Then the men released me and I realised as I hung supported in mid air that I had been placed in a cradle. My skirt had ridden right up my thighs and with my legs spread, I was aware that my naked pussy was on show for anyone who cared to see it, and by the comments I heard, most of the people in the room were doing their best to do just that. I closed my eyes and waited.
The speakers boomed, “Ladies and gentlemen, we present your first entertainment of this Halloween evening. The young lady before you is our newest member and has just been judged Queen of The Coven. She is now about to receive her prize.” There were ripples of laughter, followed by applause.
“Wow she fits into that harness well, just the right height for both holes,” a man said.
“One at a time, gentlemen please,” laughed another. “Mmmm those nipples look ripe and tasty,” said a woman.
I opened my eyes as someone removed my hat and the broomstick. I found that I could hold the straps above me for balance. I don’t know if the alcohol helped, but I suddenly felt so horny at being on display. I had only fantasised about being an exhibitionist before, but this felt surprisingly good. As I looked around, I saw several men approach me. They had unashamedly stripped off their costumes, and their cocks were fully erect, in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Men and women crowded round eagerly, anxious to get a good view of the show.
I bit my lip anxiously, worried that I might not be able to accommodate them all. As I waited, different music suddenly boomed into life. Music with a hypnotic sensual beat, almost a jungle rhythm. I somehow knew that it was to set the tempo for my ritual fucking.
I was so aroused by what was about to happen to me, that I felt my throbbing pussy dribble some of my juices down my ass. The first man approached. As he placed the tip of his stiff cock just past the lips of my pussy, his eyes and mouth grinned at me from behind his Satan’s mask. “Welcome to our group.” Barely had the words left his mouth, when he thrust forward and a moan escaped me, as his cock slipped into my well- lubricated cunt, and touched the tip of my cervix as it came to rest. He stood there, stiff with lust. I felt his penis move deep inside me and then in time to the music he began to pump me hard. As his big cock glided in and out of my sopping wet hole, I found myself whimpering with pleasure. He fucked me steadily with his thick weapon, and the harness began to move from his thrusts, until my hips were swinging in to meet his, as he buried his phallus deep inside me.
My pussy was gripping him tightly as my arousal soared. The sensation of being fucked so hard, without any other weight or pressure on my body was amazing. All my senses seemed to be centred on the pleasure of having that big hard cock reaming me. Then he froze, still buried deep inside me, and the tell tale quiver in his thighs as they pressed against me told me that he was cumming. “Shit this bitch is hot,” he muttered. He pulled out his cock, and directed it at me. A stream of creamy semen spurted from the tip of his cock in an arc and spattered warmly over my naked stomach. Some in the crowd applauded. Two of the women then came either side of me. To my amazement, one leant over and lapped up the splashes of cum from my skin, to cheers from the onlookers. The other ensured that there was nothing left inside the spent cock by sucking and licking off every last drop. The man gave a contented grunt and stood to one side.
No sooner had he done so, than a younger, well- muscled man took his place and wasted no time in plunging his stiff rod into me. He fucked me hard, pulling my suspended thighs toward him to meet his thrusts, and finding the reward of my welcoming cunt as it sheathed his cock again and again. The two women, still on each side of me, took my nipples into their mouths, greedily sucking, and sending waves of pleasure down to my pussy. The young man fucking me, started to stroke my raised, tingling clit. Soon I felt the pressure growing in the pit of my belly. In rippling waves, it erupted into a fierce orgasm. I shook my head from side to side, and moaned, in time with the spasms of my cunt on his rigid prick. As shudders of release ran through my limbs, the man fucking me grunted, and thrust forward deep into me. I felt his warm spunk explode inside me, further flooding my throbbing vagina.
When he withdrew, the appreciative audience applauded yet again. One I took to be a senior member came forward. “Well done Sharon,” he smiled. “You have put on a great performance. You have had a long evening, and it is time to give you some rest. Welcome to our group. You are indeed a horny young woman, and the men and women are looking forward to sharing pleasure with you in future.” There was a final ripple of applause, and two men moved forward to release me from the harness. Anne appeared, helped to adjust my clothes, and led me to the washrooms for a cleanup. “Great fuck,” she whispered, putting her arm round me, and kissing my lips. We must get together soon.” As we walked, I could feel yet again, the familiar sensation of my pussy oozing semen down my thighs.
Somehow I knew that it would be something I would be experiencing many times in the future. One thing was certain. Halloween would never seem the same again, and would always have a special significance for me.
