0 comments/ 8800 views/ 3 favorites All Saints Eve By: BTH2406 It was so cold I decided to keep walking as I tried to hitch a ride. Standing still was out of the question, it was just too cold. In the last ten minutes the rain had gone from falling vertically to horizontal and the icy drops of water began to hit my face; stinging like tiny needles against any exposed skin. The wind was kicking up anything that was loose on the ground and firing it around like shrapnel. To make things worse the rain was turning to sleet and I could tell that snow wasn't far off. The temperature was getting lower by the minute and I was not only soaked to the skin, I was freezing. I needed a lift soon or I'd be suffering from hypothermia. My breath became visible each time I exhaled. I began to cough occasionally as I breathed in the icy cold air. I wondered what the hell I was doing hitch-hiking in this weather, I must be mad. It wasn't supposed to get this bad in October, was it? The radio report I'd heard a couple of hours ago had said it was going to be 'sporadic showers'. Sporadic showers right! The rain had not stopped for a long time and going at it like there was no tomorrow. It was going to kill me if I didn't get out of it, and soon. There had been no mention of this freezing weather front or the chance of snow. What the hell was happening? It felt as though someone was manipulating the weather to change my travel plans. A truck driver had dropped me off at a road junction about two miles back and the area I was now walking through was definitely unfamiliar territory. I took a hurried look at my soggy road map but this place, wherever it was, was too small to be shown. I saw the name of the last town I'd gone through and easily picked out the next main town on the map, about thirty miles further on. But, there was nothing to be seen between them. As far as my map was concerned this was wilderness. I started to walk quicker to try to keep warm; my head down and the collar on my jacket pulled up around my ears to keep out the rain. I couldn't figure out what happened next but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing out on end. I distinctly felt that my balls were trying to retreat into my belly, leaving my scrotum a cold and empty sack. It seemed to get dark so suddenly that I looked around to see if a street light had blown a bulb. My head quickly revolved to see if I could pick out what had happened. I noticed that there weren't any lights to be seen anywhere. Looking up and down the road it was obvious that there hadn't been any street lights for at least the last mile that I'd walked. The change that caused the remaining daylight to plunge into darkness had been caused by something other than an electrical shutdown. There was a distinct smell of ozone in the air. Maybe this was what had made me think subconsciously of a blown light bulb? A feeling washed over me and I felt certain that somebody or something was increasing the manipulation factor. I thought - maybe someone is trying to introduce themselves? Whatever it was I was hoping that a vehicle would stop soon and give me a ride away from this cold and scary little place. Another half mile of hard walking and I saw headlights raking the darkness from behind my shoulder. I began to frantically wave my thumb in the hope that the driver would see me and stop. The car went howling by, a dense spray of freezing water was thrown up by the tyres and it soaked me even more than I was already. My head automatically bent down to let the water run from my hair to the ground, I knew that if I didn't do this it would join the rest of the icy water that was coursing down my neck and make its way into the crack of my ass and beyond. As I was chanting my "I must get out of this weather" mantra I heard the vehicle that had passed me come to a halt some fifty yards further up the road. I then saw the reverse lights come on, and the car made its way back to me. It was snaking slightly as it raced across the ground in reverse, the differential howled in protest at going backwards too quickly. I thought, "Jesus, this guy is going to kill me..." Then, as the car stopped a couple of feet from me I began to think, "Yes! I've got me a lift. Thank you, thank you, I've got a lift." It was a large black 1960's Chevrolet. The chrome alone must have weighed as much a Honda. The window on my side opened and a quiet female voice said, "Where are you going?" I leaned in toward the window and said, "I'm heading about thirty miles or so up the road. Anywhere close to the next town would be much appreciated. That's about as far as I'm going to get tonight. I'll look for somewhere to stay when I get there." "Please, get in. How long have you been out in this awful weather?" I opened the rear door, took off my pack and as I threw it onto the back seat I said, "My last lift dropped me off about an hour ago." I was shivering and the words came out as though I was stuttering, each word jerked its way out of me like they were tied to a string that had a knot every inch along its length. I was talking like a young kid reciting poetry. I tried hard not to shake but it just wasn't working. I must have been a lot closer to hypothermia than I realised. "Well, just make yourself comfortable; I'll turn up the heater and see if we can get you warm again." She seemed friendly enough, and unconcerned that she'd just picked up a man in the middle of nowhere. All I needed right at the moment was the warmth from the heater and a little T.L.C. from wherever it was on offer. As I'd got into the car I could smell her perfume. I was thinking how nice it was, but all I could really concentrate on was the water leaking from my clothes onto the seat, then making its way onto floor of the car. I looked down and said, "I'm sorry about getting your car wet." "That's OK, it'll dry off. No harm done." She offered her hand and said, "By the way, my name is Beverley. It has an "E", unlike the TV program about hillbillies." We shook hands briefly and I could feel how warm she was. It somehow made me feel that much colder. "HI Beverley, I'm Danny, Danny Lehman." I turned my head toward her as I introduced myself and I felt like I was not going to be able to look away again. The woman driving the car, Beverley, was absolutely stunning. She was older than me; maybe twice my age... perhaps early 40's; about the same age my mother would be if she was still alive. Her hair was what held my attention; it was almost to her waist. It was jet black, except for a streak of white about an inch wide that ran through the centre. It was pulled together in a pony tale, held with a flexible gold band. Without touching it, I knew that it would be as soft as silk. The noise it made as it swished against her dress was something I don't recall hearing before. I managed to drag my eyes away as she looked toward me and laughed. I'd obviously been staring at her and she said, "Has the cat got your tongue? I just asked you a question." "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. What did you say?" "I said are you getting warmer? I can either turn the heater up or you're welcome to take a drink from the flask in the glove-box." I was still confused and a little embarrassed from being caught staring - like a schoolboy looking up his teachers dress from under his desk. "I'm sorry Beverley, what flask?" "It's a witch's brew that will make you feel good; after all it is All Saints Eve... you know, Halloween, tonight." She gave a theatrical, high pitched laugh like a loon. It soon had me laughing with her. "I don't want to turn your car into a sauna by asking for the heater to go up even higher so I'll try your 'witch's brew'." Her head turned toward me again and she gave me a broad smile. She didn't speak, she just smiled. As I looked at her, she returned her eyes to the road and I took in the rest of her at a glance. She was dressed in a tight black wool dress, at least it was tight around her chest, and then from the waist it billowed out slightly with a slit reaching to mid thigh. The front of her dress plunged low enough that her cleavage showed stark white against the black material. From where the dress finished above the ankle I could see black leather knee length boots, a grey leather lace zig-zagged up the outside of the boot. The stockings covering her legs beyond the boots were also black; I could see them through the slit up the side of the dress. It was again hard to remove my eyes from this vision. Old enough to be my mother or not, this was a very good looking woman. I wondered what she would look like without the dress; maybe just standing there in the black boots and stockings. I removed the flask from the glove-box; it had a coat of arms engraved on the front. The back was covered in red leather that was attached at the base. The coat of arms showed a phoenix rising from the ashes of an object on fire; on closer inspection it was a globe, but not the earth. The wings of the fabulous bird were smoldering as it went into the sky, its beak open in pain. The inscription below the drawing was in a language I didn't understand. I just knew it was not English, Latin or French. I removed the heavy silver top and tipped the flask to my lips. The witch's brew turned out to be either a fine brandy, or a really smooth whiskey. I was no expert on liquor but I guessed that this was probably an expensive Napoleon Brandy or maybe an old Scottish Malt Whiskey. What I did know was that it tasted superb; there wasn't a hint of the harsh taste that went with the cheap liquor I'd tasted at parties. As it went down my throat it warmed my insides instantly. The river of warmth continued all the way into my stomach. "This is excellent Beverley. What is it?" "Yes it is, isn't it? That, Danny, is 1858 single malt, from the Loch Airy Distillery in Inverness, Scotland." "That is very old! How on earth did you get a hold of that? If my dad was alive he'd be in seventh heaven." "I have the original bottle in my study at home; I bought it at auction last year, on this same date. If your father was a fan of good whiskey, he would have been in 8th or 9th heaven after a sip. This really is the best-of-the-best if you are a malt whiskey drinker. However, if you're not, it's still very good for getting you warm again after being out in foul weather!" After another long sip of the whiskey the cold began to retreat and I relaxed and tried to get more comfortable. It was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be because minutes later my eyelids started to droop. I didn't want to fall asleep; I knew I wouldn't be in the car long; the next town was only thirty miles further on. I glanced at my watch, it was 6.30pm. +++++++++ I woke with a start, totally confused. I sat up and was immediately pulled back by the seat belt. My head slammed back into the seat and I said, "What the... what time is it? Where are we?" I looked at my watch and it was a few minutes before 8.00pm. "Are we there yet?" "No. Well, yes - we were there, but I continued on. I hope you don't mind, I only live another ten miles further on and it seemed pointless to have you stay in a motel, or worse still - rough it outside, when I have perfectly good spare beds available at my place. I don't have a husband or family and the people that are coming around later aren't planning to stay over. We can have dinner before they arrive, then you can disappear when I meet with them. What do you say?" "Well, I hadn't sort of planned to..." I stumbled over my words, still half asleep. "If you don't like it when we get there, I'll turn around and bring you back again. How's that for a deal?" What could I say, I was being invited to dinner and a night in a beautiful woman's house, with no strings attached. "OK, Beverley. You have a deal. Thanks." ++++++++ Twenty minutes later we pulled into her driveway. This was some driveway; it must have been the best part of three hundred yards long. Every thirty yards or so there was an ornate lamp splashing a pool of light onto the black surface of the driveway. The lamps looked like replicas of the old gas lights that were seen in London in the early 1900's. Beverley was driving much slower as the rain had stopped and a mist was rising from the paddocks to each side of the drive. It was turning into quite a thick fog as it made its way across the fence and moved into the path of the car The lights for the driveway must have automatically activated as we cut through an electronic beam entering the property. The house remained in darkness until the car nosed its way passed the front door. Another beam was broken and lights went on around the garden area and above the doorway. I had not been able to see the end of the driveway from the road, but as we came to the end of the drive a magnificent old house came into view. There were high stone chimneys and a large veranda going all the way around the place. As the lights illuminated the house it was obvious that it was actually not really old at all. It looked like something from a movie; it then struck me that it looked just like Tara, the house from 'Gone with the Wind'. The architect had done a great job. The design seemed unusual, but if you're wealthy the unusual is easier to achieve. Whoever Beverley was, she was obviously very wealthy. "OK Danny, here we are, welcome to my home." She switched off the car, opened her door and stepped out. As I did the same on my side of the car I made an involuntary shiver as the cold hit me. "We'd better get you inside and crank up the heating or you'll catch your death. I think a hot bath is the order of the day for you while I make us some dinner." As we entered the house I was absolutely floored by the luxurious interior. My mouth must have remained open as I was mesmerized by the opulence around me. Large doors lead off to both the left and the right. The floors were made of a deep red timber; it was polished to a shine that looked as though it was covered in glass. The rugs were strategically placed about the massive area beyond the entrance; they must have taken someone a long time to choose, they matched their individual surroundings perfectly. Looking beyond the entrance hall I could see the huge living room and separate doors that presumably went through to the kitchen and dining areas. Everything about the place was fantastic. I had never seen anything like this in my life. As Beverley altered the thermostat up a few degrees she said, "Well, what do you think of my home Danny?" I closed my mouth, and said, "Beverley, this is awesome. I am very impressed." "Thank you. Now, don't stand there in your cold wet clothes, to the bathroom with you! Follow me." As I followed her up a sweeping staircase she swayed slightly from side to side as she lifted her legs from one stair tread to the next. My brief review of Beverley in the car had not really done justice to what I was now seeing. She had a magnificent figure and obviously spent a lot of time keeping it that way. I didn't know what her body was like below the black dress but if it was anything like I could see from the outside it had to be something else. At the top of the stairs we went to the left and three doors along the landing she showed me into a bathroom that was as big as my apartment. There was a huge spa bath in the middle of the room. A shower was in the corner facing me; it had no doors or curtains, it was just a large concave tiled floor area that had six shower heads facing the centre at different levels and different angles. In another corner there was a toilet and a bidet. Everything in the room was in shades of ivory. The lighting made everything appear clean and without a shadow showing anywhere. The overall effect was very clever; the designer obviously knew their stuff. Hanging on coat hooks on the wall next to the door there were three huge fluffy white bathrobes, like the ones they make available in really top-class hotels. Each of them had the same coat of arms that I'd seen on the hip-flask. Next to these were a row of shelves that held at least a dozen large white towels. On shelves above the towels were bottles of shampoo, bars of soap, shaving gear and all sorts of creams and potions, all of them were new, unopened. "Help yourself to whatever you need Danny. When you have finished I'll show you where you can get some other clothes to wear." "Hey, Beverley, this is very kind of you, thanks a lot." "That's OK; I'm just pleased that I can help. Do you like lasagna? It's one of my favourite meals. It'll only take an hour or so to make and we'll be eating by 9.15. That gives us plenty of time before my guests arrive." "Lasagna sounds good to me, as long as you have a very cold Dom Perignon '48 to go with it? I laughed as I said this and Beverley just gave me another one of her smiles. She turned and left the bathroom and I began running the bath while I peeled off my cold wet clothes. Five minutes later I was up to my neck in foam, the bubbles spilling over the side of the bath as the jets beneath the water pummeled my body and replaced the aching cold that had been there for hours with welcome warmth. As I soaked in the lap of luxury I could hear classical music coming from downstairs, probably from where Beverley was making dinner. The music was something familiar so I began to hum the tune - most of the time off-key. As I relaxed I began to think about this amazing turn of events in just a matter of hours. One minute I was almost suffering from hypothermia and the next I was having a hot spa bath while a beautiful looking woman prepared dinner for us in the kitchen of her multi-million dollar house. When I thought that someone or something was manipulating the action around me, he or she was definitely doing it in style. My body sank deeper into the warmth of the spa until the only thing not under water was my head, above the chin. As my mind wandered I felt, rather than heard, Beverley enter the bathroom. She smiled as I turned around to look at her, I pushed up so that most of my chest was now out of the water and I got comfortable on the seat that stuck out from the side of the spa wall. "So, are you enjoying your warming up process Danny?" She placed the small stack of clothes she'd brought with her on the lowest shelf, and then grabbed one of the towels as she came further into the room. As she came closer to the spa her feet did not seem to be touching the tiles of the floor. I couldn't make out why there was no noise as her leather boots made there way across the room. "Yes, this is fantastic. I feel human again." As she got to closer she folded the towel and placed it carefully on the side wall of the spa. She sat side-saddle, and then slowly and deliberately stared at me. It was not a stare that was intimidating, in fact I felt very comfortable as she looked at me; as though she could read me like an open book. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes, so if you'd like to jump out and try on those clothes I will get ready to serve." She was standing again, nodding her head toward the shelf. She then held the towel at shoulder height beckoning me to stand and take the towel from her. A little self-consciously I raised myself from the water and took the towel from her as she continued to stare directly into my eyes. As my body got warmer my mind free-wheeled for a moment. I thought, tomorrow, November 1st, is my 21st birthday. Beverley innocently helped wrap the towel around my waist. Her smile flashed once more and she turned and left the room as quickly as she had entered. I don't know how she had known what size of clothes I would need, or where she had got them from, but everything I put on was a perfect fit. As soon as I finished dressing I made my way downstairs and followed the music and the wonderful smells that were coming out of the kitchen. Beverley was serving up the lasagna onto two deep plates as I entered the kitchen. As the vegetables were placed next to this she said, "Would you like to take these through to the dining room Danny, I'll be with you in a moment." All Saints Eve I grabbed the plates and placed them at the two place settings that were at the nearest end of the largest dining room table I had ever seen. It looked like something from the Adams Family TV show. I thought, 'there's room for twenty four people here.' It was a magnificent piece of furniture. It didn't surprise me that the now familiar coat of arms was carved into the centre of the table. True to her word Beverley was back within minutes; she placed a bottle of wine on the table as she came into the room. She had changed the woolen dress she'd been wearing when she picked me up and was now in a black silk dress that had a plunging neckline. The bottom of the dress finished an inch above her knee and there were slits up each side, again to mid-thigh. Her legs were now minus the stockings she had worn earlier. A thin black leather belt held the centre of the dress against her slim waist. There was no sign of a clasp on the belt, it seemed to be simply tied and pulled around to the left. There was what looked like gold bullets attached to each end of the leather belt; they were touching one another as the leather hung loosely from the knot. Her shoes were as simple as the belt; they were made from soft black leather and were virtually flat, the heel maybe a quarter inch higher than the sole. To complete the outfit she wore a plain gold necklace that looked like a sleeping snake and a pair of gold earrings that were replicas of the phoenix in her coat of arms. "Beverley, you look absolutely stunning." "Well thank you kind sir." "How come when I go out with a girl it takes her hours to get ready and the result is nothing like this?" "Experience is what it's about Danny, experience. Your girlfriends are probably in their late teens or early twenties. I am forty tomorrow, so I have had many more occasions to get ready than they have." "It is your birthday tomorrow?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "Well, it's a big coincidence, because November 1st is my birthday as well. I'll be 21 tomorrow." "Yes, I know." "How do you know?" I asked "I think you may have mentioned it Danny." "Oh, OK. We should celebrate then, what do you think?" "I agree. Would you like to pour the wine?" I looked at the wine bottle and thought... 'No, it can't be.' I turned the label toward me. Sure enough, it was a 1942 Dom Perignon, exactly as requested. "My God Beverley, I was only joking when I asked for this particular wine. I was being a little silly, I didn't mean it... I was..." I was very embarrassed. The only reason I asked for this wine was because I'd heard a friend say that it was the most expensive wine his father had ever had. He'd had some in France on his honeymoon. "Danny, I like your choice of wine with our lasagna. Most people would have asked for a red, but your choice was perfect. So, let us celebrate." The dinner was excellent. The conversation was as though we had been friends for years, and the age difference was neither mentioned nor became and issue. As we settled back to drink coffee and sip on a superb brandy Beverley explained about her friends that would be arriving soon. "I'm sorry Danny, I won't be asking you to join us. The meeting we have planned is strictly for me and my friends. It is my turn to host the meeting and they will be here in about half an hour from now. I'll just clean up these few things, fill the dishwasher and have time to change before they arrive. I'll show you your room and you have the choice of anything that may take your fancy in my library." I was very disappointed that we would be parting, but said, "OK Beverley, show me the way." She briefly showed me the entrance to the library, and then took me up to what was to be my room for the night. It was huge, like everything in this house. The bed was enormous, I am sure that I could have invited at least three others into the bed with me and there would be ample room for everyone. Like everywhere else in the house, the temperature was comfortable and I was looking forward to a good nights rest. "This is really great of you to do this Beverley. Thanks again." "That's OK; it is my pleasure." She left and I could hear her footsteps as she went down the polished wooden stairs toward the living room. +++++++++ I waited a few minutes, so that she wouldn't feel as though I was following her, and then set off for the library to see if I could find a book to help me to go to sleep. I was still feeling very relaxed after dinner, and, if she was going to be with friends until the small hours I would have to accept this and make the best use of the fantastic facilities while they were available. The door to the library was to the left of the front door, just a few steps passed the main tiled entranceway. As I was looking around the library I was intrigued by not only the sheer volume of books but the quality and diversity of subjects on display. The one area of the library that fascinated me was the section that seemed to be solely for books on the occult. I picked up the first book on the shelf and it fell open at a page that showed a drawing of the devil, or a representation of what people in New York State thought the devil would look like in the early 1900's. The book was in mint condition. The first page showed a beautiful charcoal drawing of the devil thrusting his goat-like penis into a writhing young woman. Reading the text that went with the drawing, it described this happening in many parts of the country on October 31st, All Saints Eve. Other pen and ink drawings throughout the book were also very graphic; the look of terror mixed with pleasure on the young women's faces was hard to get out of my mind. I heard the harsh noise of the front door bell. It was enough to bring me to my senses again. Still clutching the book on black magic and devil worship I made my way over to the door I had used to enter the library. I opened it an inch and looked out onto the entranceway. Beverley was now dressed from head to toe in what looked like a black cloak. There was a hood attached from the area surrounding her shoulders. Before she opened the front door she pulled a mask from a pocket in the cloak. She placed the mask on her face, and then quickly flipped the hood up over her head. If I had not seen her before she took these two actions I would not have recognised her. As Beverley opened the door to what appeared to be a crowd of people. They spilled into the entrance area leading from the front door. They were eerily quiet considering there were over a dozen people in the group. I switched my position slightly behind the door so I could keep my eyes on the new arrivals. Nobody could see me from where they were, but I could see them all. They were all dressed alike, exactly the way that Beverley was dressed... head to toe in black, with a hood covering the majority of the head and a mask covering most of what was left. The lower half of each face was visible, making it easier to tell which were men and which were women. With Beverley included, there were now six men and seven women. As the last person came in through the door Beverley closed and bolted it. The last one in was an older man from the look of his grey beard showing below his mask. He looked at her and said, "Has he arrived?" Beverley said, "He has." "Then let us begin." It was obvious that Grey Beard was in charge - whether it was Beverley's house of not. The group moved in a slightly more animated way as they went through into the living room. They were now making slightly more noise, like old friends greeting one another; they seemed relieved at being indoors. I didn't know what to make of this new twist in my eventful day. If I was an Alice in Wonderland character I might have said, "Curiouser and Curiouser." I left my hiding place behind the door and quietly made my way over to the stairs. I knew that if I could get a few steps from the bottom I would probably be able to see the group as they moved further into the living room. I was surprised to find that when I did get three steps higher than the ground level all I could see was the last person, probably Grey Beard, going through a narrow oblong hole in the far wall. A mirror appeared to have moved to one side and the hole was behind it. From what I could see from this distance there seemed to be a darkened corridor leading downwards from the hole behind the mirror. Grey Beard pulled a loop that hung from a wall light next to the hole in the wall and the mirror began to slowly slide back into place as he disappeared inside. Although I was frightened at the thought of what this group were about to do I was dying with curiosity to see what was happening. I almost ran over to the mirror in the living room and put my head against it to see if I could hear anything. When I realised that there was nothing to hear I quickly began to inspect the wall light. Grey Beard had pulled something to close the hole in the wall up, so my logic told me that the same gadget would probably also open it. The light was made of polished brass and the underside was a half inch thick, three inch circle. It looked as though this circle of brass was part of the one whole solid lamp, but when I placed my hand into the circle and pulled down it came apart from the rest of the frame. As I did this the mirror slid across to the right and exposed the dark corridor, in fact it was more than just dark it was as black as the inside of a coal mine. I left the mirror to one side and gingerly went into the corridor with my arms extended like a B movie Frankenstein's monster. Even though there was light penetrating the corridor I kept my hands in contact with the side walls because I had only gone in a matter of four paces and my body had blocked out most of the available light. Another five paces and I felt flat surface blocking the way. After a couple of seconds of groping I felt a door knob; I turned it and pulled the door toward me. The first sensation I got was smell. I could smell ozone, exactly like the smell of playing with an electric train set as a kid. The next sensation was visual, as I opened the door further it dawned on me that there was light ahead. It wasn't full light, it was simply a glimmer, it was like hiding under your blankets in your bedroom and, although the lights are out in the room, the room appears to be lighter than it was when you were under the blankets. I made a decision to go back and close the hole in the wall with the mirror door before I proceeded any further. After I'd done this I again groped my way back to the door at the end of the corridor, completely blind this time. I was now able to open the door leading to wherever the group of people had gone, without any light at all spilling in past this door. I was scared, I didn't mind admitting it. The last thing I wanted to happen was someone to see me before I'd had a chance to see them and find out what they were doing. ++++++++++ I could hear a slow rhythmic chanting as I made my way further down the corridor. It sounded like "USANGA, usanga - USANGA, usanga," and kept repeating itself. The noise reminded me of the old Ronald Coleman movies where the 'natives' are restless in the jungle and frighten the white hunters with their eerie chants. As I got closer to the light I was able to make out the shapes of the black-cloaked figures. They were now holding hands and in a circle. They were slowly revolving like kids would when playing the ring-a-roses games at school. Looking at the lower half of their faces showed that the order of the people in the ring was now male, female, male female and so on around the circle. As I got closer I could now see that the cloaks were not buttoned up at the front and as each figure moved so the cloak would open slightly, then sway from side to side. It was obvious that the people were naked behind their cloaks. Some of the men were showing their excitement at the prospect of the evening's activities. Their rigid members sticking straight out from their bodies, in some cases well beyond the confines of the cloak. One of the men was enormous... his penis at least ten inches in length; the purple head shining, even in the poor lighting. It moved from side to side like a cobra - and was as thick as a coke can. Danny could not help being fascinated by this activity taking place in front of him. He was also beginning to get excited too. He had never been a voyeur before, it appeared that tonight was to be his first night. As the chanting slowed to a complete stop, he heard grey beard begin to speak: "Coven brothers and sisters... As we know, tonight is All Saints Eve; some will know this as All Hallows Eve or Halloween." He broke ranks with the people on either side of him and they quickly took the hand of the next person to close the ring. Grey beard moved into the centre of the circle. As the ring slowly revolved Grey beard slipped his hand inside the cloak of each woman in turn. From the movement he made it was obvious that he was gently touching the breasts and pulling hard on the nipples. As he did this the women would show their excitement by swaying from side to side and moaning. The man Danny had seen with the huge penis was definitely Grey beard; his cloak had pulled back considerably during his touching of the women. He thrust his lower body forward to each woman in turn and pushed his penis toward her, into her stomach. One of the women was so excited she lifted one of her legs off the ground and trapped his penis between her legs, then began thrusting her pelvis toward him in a crude display for all to see. There were more moans from the rest of the women. Grey beard held his hands up, the circle ceased movement; he bent down below the hands of two of the people and exited the circle. He went around the back of the woman who had been thrusting her pelvis at him. He lifted her cloak up and threw it over her head. She held on tight to the two men holding onto her hands in the circle and Grey beard put his hands around her, grasped her breasts from behind, and then pushed his knee between her legs to open them wide. His stance went lower as he bent his knees. His penis, seemingly with a mind of its own, speared forward and with no hesitation slid home into the wet tunnel. The woman made an animal noise as he thrust himself into her up to the hilt. The other circle members, including the men, were now moaning almost as loud as the woman with ten inches of hard flesh being jammed up her vagina. Grey beard slowly pulled out until his penis was almost out of the woman, then as she relaxed slightly he thrust himself inside her again and again, keeping up a steady rhythm. The wet slapping and slurping noises were obscene and fascinating to hear and watch. This ramming back and forward went on for many minutes and the men to the sides of the woman were not just holding her hands tight, they were holding her elbows as she almost fainted with the sensations she felt. Danny watched on oblivious to the fact that he had opened the fly on his pants and had his own cock hanging out and dripping clear fluids onto the floor below. His jaw was open and he could not take his eyes off what was happening. Pure animal lust like he had never seen before Grey beard, for the first time, began to make his own animal-like noises and his thrusts were now taking the woman's feet off the ground. He let go of her breasts, took a grip of her hips and pulled backward for all he was worth until his final thrust home was followed by shooting a huge load into the woman, who now really had fainted. A guttural howl came from Grey beard and he slowly pulled his penis out to drip his remaining drops onto his bare feet. There was now silence from the circle as they witnessed the opening sequence of their coven meeting. The woman recovered quickly, stood up on her own, but maintained the hand holding contact with the two men on each side. A wide smile could be seen on the lower half of her face. And, Danny noticed that the smile belonged to Beverley. The hands around the circle began to let go of one another and move to the outside of the square of tiles they were standing on. Beverley produced a stick of white chalk and drew a large six pointed star on the tiles. "Bring him over," said Grey beard without even looking at Danny. Two of the men ran over to where Danny was standing and grabbed him before he could say a word or move. They dragged him into the circle and made him sit down in the centre of the chalked star. "Stay where you are and you will not be harmed," said Grey beard. Danny sat quietly - it didn't dawn on him that he was erect and his penis was sticking straight up out of his flies toward the ceiling... the end glistening with the fluids still there from the excitement of watching Grey beard rutting with Beverley. Beverley stood up and said, "After midnight tonight you are 21 years of age Danny. We invite you to be part of this coven. You will become wealthy beyond your wildest dreams and be part of this family. Everyone here is one year older after midnight tonight. A November 1st birthday is a pre-requisite to being a member of this coven." The other cloaked figures were all nodding their heads including Grey beard. He looked at Danny and said, take off all your clothes Danny and lay them outside the star." There was no question being asked, it really was an order. He stood up, noticed his erection, and looked embarrassed. He looked around at the other figures and began to undress. A few minutes later he was naked and the people had formed a circle once again, this time around Danny. The hands were not being held this time but they were making a clockwise shuffle around him and the chanting noise was back. He felt hands touching him; his back, his buttocks, his hair, his penis - which was as hard as an iron bar and dripping freely. One hand stayed on his penis longer than the others and when he looked at the masked face, it was Beverley. She slowly tugged at him and pulled his foreskin back and forth, cupping his balls with her other hand. She knelt before him and engulfed his penis with her hot wet mouth. He felt like he was going to fall over, but another set of hands held him from behind. He looked around and found that it was Grey beard. Grey beard's left arm was now holding Danny across his chest. Beverley was giving him the most fantastic pleasure by deep-throating his cock and at the same time licking the area between the base of his cock and the top of his balls. He felt Grey beard's right hand begin to make its way down the crack of his ass cheeks. He could feel that his fingers were covered in oil or some sort of lubricant. The left arm across his chest gently pushed him forward slightly and as the sensation Beverley was creating in his cock became beautifully excruciating he felt one of Grey beard's fingers enter his puckered hole and make its way up inside of him. He tried to look around but another cloaked figure had hold of his head and was now kissing him - and whoever she was, she sure knew how to kiss. With a tongue in his mouth, a finger up inside him and his cock throbbing from the sensations of the blow-job of the century he began to get very hot and agitated. The finger up his butt became two fingers, then three. They worked themselves in and out like a metronome and though he would not have dreamed of doing this before, the feeling was definitely something he would do again under the right circumstances. Grey beard now began to slowly push Danny further forward. Beverley and the other mystery woman kissing him simply changed their position slightly and continued as though nothing happened. Danny felt the fingers come out of his butt, to be replaced by something more substantial, like Grey beards ten inch cock from the feel of it. All Saints Eve The cock had been very well lubed so it was not that unpleasant - and not that much more than the three fingers that had been plying the puckered ring. As Grey beard pressed slowly but surely a half of his available meat was in, then making its way out - then back in again in a regular rhythm. Beverley's work with her mouth and the kissing were doing their bit toward Danny getting nearer and nearer to his orgasm. The metronome like rhythm of Grey beard and the ministrations of the two women were all doing the trick for Danny and a minute later he was shooting the biggest load he had ever managed in his 21 years, a clock struck midnight as he unloaded a million sperm into Beverley's throat, then over her face. The mystery woman stuck her tongue in his mouth and held his head still... then Grey beard made his animal-like growl and Danny felt the rush of Grey beard's load going deep into his bowels. As the three of them became disconnected, they all slid to the ground and sat inside the star. All of the other cloaked figures had obviously been doing similar things around them because they too disconnected and slid to the ground around them. Within minutes all of the bodies began to mingle and as people recovered their energy there was an all-out orgy for the remainder of the night . . . the coven party came to a close as dawn arrived. Danny had managed to have sex with Beverley, the mystery woman, who he later found out was called Cassandra, and two other beautiful older women at the same time. He was pleased that he'd stumbled upon the coven. All he had to do now was find out what else happened in the coven - and how he could become as wealthy as Beverley obviously was. As the people left Beverley's house at dawn they each kissed or shook hands with her and Danny. After Grey beard had shook hands with Danny, he turned to Beverley to kiss her goodbye. Danny noticed Grey beards cloak slide to one side and he saw the tail sticking out... it had a distinct split into two at the end. "Now that's not something you see every day," said Danny. Beverley waved goodbye as she closed the front door. "You didn't see his head without the mask and hood Danny... The boss is quite a sight." She smiled and said, OK, let me get you the papers to sign for permanent membership. I'll explain the rest after we have had a bath and breakfast.