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Dance With The Devil

By: The_Dolphin



The following story is based on a true experience. It is about involving a third party in my relationship with a woman I dearly loved. So please, if you don't like such stories, then stop reading now! Go away! Do not return! Ever! And I don't need your input or comments. Don't carry on reading and chastise me for writing such 'vile' stories afterwards. You have been warned…

PART 1

It is one of those absolutely perfect days in Clifton, Cape Town. I am sitting on the balcony of my beachfront apartment, enjoying a spectacular sunset. The sun, resembling an enormous orange ball, barely touches the horizon. The blending of orange and red tints reflecting off the deep blue of the sea awakens the artist in me. I get up to fetch my digital camera in order to at least immortalize the moment on a photograph. Then I am distracted by the sight of a stunning blonde woman parking her white Cabriolet in front of the building. She gets out of the car and looks up at me. She smiles and waves at me. I wave back. She blows me a kiss and disappears into the building.

It is Marion, my girlfriend. I'm not actually sure if I can call her that, because we are seeing each other on the sly. No, I'm not married and neither is she. I am a lecturer at UCT and Marion is one of my second year students. Rules forbid that lecturers may have relationships with their students, therefore we are seeing each other secretly at my place. It is far from an ideal setup and the source of many frustrations, but much better than nothing! We have been having an affair for nine months now and so far no one knows about our relationship – least of all her filthy rich parents and the dean!

I walk into the apartment to meet her at the front door. I open the door and as always I'm blown away by her beauty.

"Hi, Loverboy!" she says, throwing her arms around my neck. She kisses me lightly on the lips and gives me a hug. I reply with a "Hi, Sunshine!" and lead her into the apartment. It is obvious that she had spent the afternoon on the beach. She is still wearing her pink bikini top with white shorts covering the bikini bottoms. Her firm, full breasts are straining against the confinement of the skimpy bikini top. She walks past me and I detect the distinct smell of coconut oil. I follow her into the lounge, my eyes riveted on that cute, firm ass and the lazy sway of her hips.

She turns around and smiles, her perfect teeth looking exceptionally white against the healthy, suntanned background of her face. "Hon, would you mind if I had a quick shower? I'd love to get rid of the suntan lotion and sand."

"Sure! Make yourself at home." I reply.

She enters my bedroom and puts her beach bag on the bed. She takes a clean pair of shorts, a T-shirt and fresh underwear from it and places it on the bed. She heads for the bathroom and when she reaches the door she looks at me over her shoulder. "Aren't you going to join me?" she invites.

"Silly question!" I reply and pull my T-shirt over my head. I take her by the hand and lead her into the bathroom. I take her into my arms, give her a bear hug and kiss her passionately. My hand moves lightly over her back and in a swift movement I undo her bikini top. She leans back, takes off the top and tosses it into the corner of the bathroom. Her magnificent breasts are standing proudly away from her body, totally defying gravity. The sight of those large dark brown nipples causes a familiar stirring in my underpants. I lean forward and my lips close around her left nipple. I gently suck on it and I can hear her breathing become more ragged. Her nipple hardens between my lips. Then I let go and lean back slightly to savor the sight of those puppies again. Her left nipple is now much smaller and harder than the right one, the areola darker and shriveled. I feel my hard-on straining against my shorts.

My hands slide down her sides. I slip my fingers into the sides of her shorts and push it together with her bikini bottoms over her thighs. It drops down and ends up in a heap around her ankles. She steps out of it and kicks it into the corner towards the top.

I turn her around so that I stand behind her. My right hand glides over her flat tummy until it reaches the short, trimmed blonde triangle her pubic hair above her slit. I kiss her gently in the nape of the neck while my middle finger briefly teases her clit before it disappears into her slick slit of her cunt.

"Whoa, Cowboy!" she whispers as she pulls away from me. "There's ample time. Let's have that shower first."

"OK, you win..." I reply and proceed to open the taps of the shower. I take off my shorts and underpants while she adjusts the taps. When she is happy with the temperature I step into the shower with my raging hard-on pointing the way. 

"Wow, but you ARE glad to see me!" she teases.

"Always..." I reply and take the soap and start soaping her breasts. I can see that she is enjoying it. Her right hand folds around my erection while her other hand reaches for a bar of soap. She washes my cock and balls thoroughly until it is white with foam. She puts the soap back in the bowl and proceeds to jerk me off slowly and rhythmically while I soap her back. My hands move lower down and I soap her cute ass. I move my hand in between her legs from behind and start to wash her plump pussy.

"Not too much soap..." she cautions. I rinse her cunt and let my middle finger tease her clit. The increasing rhythm of her hand pumping my hard cock tells me that she enjoys it. I slip two fingers into her wet cunt and finger her gently. She responds by pumping away at my dick with so much gusto that I now have to ask her to slow down! I don't want to cum just yet...

"Hey, we have all night, girl! Take it easy..." 

She slows down and I push her away gently. We finish our shower and after we toweled each other, she sits in front of the dressing table and starts to blow dry her hair, still buck naked of course! I decide to go and fix us some drinks.

She finishes drying her hair and come and sits next to me on the bed. We enjoy what is left of the sunset through the sliding door leading out of the bedroom onto the balcony while sipping on our drinks. It is beginning to get dark.

We finish our drinks and I pull her down on the bed next to me. I kiss her and her tongue darts into my mouth. She throws her naked thigh over my hip. My fingers glide over her firm buttocks and make their way in between her thighs. I spread her pussy lips and stroke her clit lightly with my middle finger. I feel her fingers wrapping around my hard dick. My finger slips effortlessly into her sopping wet pussy. She groans. I tease her with my fingers and her breathing accelerates as does the pumping action of her hand on my dick.

I turn her onto her back and kneel over her head. I lean forward into the 69 position en she spreads her legs in anticipation. Her hand closes around my dick and then I feel that wet, warm sensation as the head of my dick disappears into her mouth. I stare with fascination at the pink glistening wet folds of her cunt inches away from my face as she sucks hungrily on my dick. Her pussy is clean shaven except for the short triangular patch of blonde hair above her clit.

I lean forward and my tongue disappears between her pussy lips. She gasps and I start licking her cunt with long, deep strokes. Her lower body begins to squirm and she moans, still sucking enthusiastically on my dick. Then I notice the tell-tale quivering of her hips. She is going to come any minute. I get up and lie next to her. I take her head between my hands and look into her eyes.

'Are you horny?' I whisper into her ear.

'Very…' she replies.

'How horny?' I tease her.

'So horny that I want to feel you deep inside me right away…' she says.

'Do you want me to fuck you?' I ask.

'Yes!' she replies eagerly.

'Say it!' I encourage her.

'Please fuck me now..!' she whispers.

I roll onto her and position myself between her legs. My dick automatically finds its way to the entrance of her slick pussy. I slide my dickhead up and down between the slippery folds of her cunt without penetrating her.

"Please… Do it!" she urges me on, impatiently. She starts to hump my dick with her pussy. I push forward with a swift movement of my hips and my dick disappears into the soft, wet, velvety folds of her cunt. She groans loudly, her fingernails biting into my back. I fuck her slowly with a few long, deep strokes which she meets enthusiastically with a rocking motion of her hips. 

Then I stop.

"What's wrong..?" she asks, sounding quite irritated by the interruption.

"What would you do if I told you there is someone else in the apartment? Can I invite him to join us?" I whisper in her ear.

"What?!" She stiffens. "You can't be serious?" she replies. "Who is it?"

"It is a surprise. He is inside the built-in wardrobe and can see everything we are doing through the louvre doors. But don't panic! He will only come out if you invite him" I explain.

"I don't believe you!" she replies.

"Well? Your call… Are you going to invite him in or not? You decide." I tempt her. "Or are two guys a bit much for you?"

"And if I say it is OK, what then?" she asks, obviously not sure of what to make of the situation.

"Then you effectively give him permission to do anything to you that I do." I explain.

"And you wouldn't mind?" she asks, still very uncertain.

"As long as it happens under my supervision and with my consent I don't have a problem with it." I reassure her. "But the important thing is that you must be OK with it"

"I must say, it all sounds very exciting!" she says. "But first I have to know who it is."

"But that would ruin the surprise." I explain.

"In which wardrobe is he?" she asks.

"That one." I point to a cupboard door. She gets up, walks to the cupboard and opens the door. There is no-one inside.

"You dog! You lied to me!" she laughs.

"Don't look so disappointed now!" I tease her. "What would you have done if there was someone in there anyway?"

"I'm not sure…" she replies.

"Would you have allowed him to have sex with you?" I ask her.

"Mmmm… I don't know. If I was happy with whom it was and you were OK with it, then maybe. I was incredibly hot at that stage!" she says.

"Ever fantasized about sex with more than one guy?" I push the topic.

"Well, to be honest, yes." she replies. "Just as men often fantasize about having sex with more than one woman."

"And if I suggested that we arrange something like that? Would you go along with it?" I tempt her. 

"Geez, I don't know. With who? Where? How?" she replies.

"We can discuss it. We mutually select a guy and then approach him." I suggest.

"Yeah, right! As in 'Hi Sir! My girlfriend would like to hop into the sack with you! When will suit you?' I don't think that will work, dear..." she replies sarcastically.

"Got any better suggestions?" I reply.

"So it has to be someone that we both know?" she asks. 

"Not necessarily. Why?"

"I don't know if I can have sex with someone who is just a friend. That would be very awkward. And what would he think of me? No, I don't think I'll be able to do it." she replies firmly.

"I suppose you're right. But how about with a total stranger?" I suggest.

"And how are you going to arrange that? Approach a bum on the street?" she asks.

"I have many friends whom you do not know…" I counter, trying to salvage the situation.

"And how do I look him in the eye after we've had our bit of fun?" The idea seems more and more impossible. Then it hits me!

"Beautiful! You're brilliant!" I say and give her a kiss.

"You're mad! What on earth are you talking about?" she asks with a puzzled expression.

"It's perfect! You won't HAVE to look him in the eye! We'll blindfold you and you will never know who it was." I explain.

"Now you've really lost it!" she says and stares at me in disbelief.

"No! Just think about it. You don't see him and he does not see your face. Nobody knows that we have a relationship. Should the two of you run into each other afterwards, neither of you will recognize the other! Isn't it brilliant?"

"You're a very sick man…" she says. "And what do you intend using for a blindfold so that he can't see my face? A pillow case?"

"Let's see…" I reply, scanning the room. Then my eye catches my old bowling ball in its black velvet bag on a chair in the corner. "Got it! We can use that bag." I jump up, take the ball out and show her the bag. It closes with a drawstring.

"Come! Be a devil! Let's try it out." I encourage her.

"You really are mad!" she says, but does not protest as I pull the bag over her head. I draw the string so that the bag closes lightly around her neck. It is a perfect fit!

"Can you see through it?" I ask.

"Not at all. But I can't breathe in this thing. I'll suffocate!" she replies.

"No prob! Let me fix that." I reply. I take a pair of scissors from the bedside drawer. I pull the bag slightly away from her face and cut a hole in the bag directly over her mouth. "There. Better?"

"Much better!" she replies. "I wonder what it would be like to have sex with something like this over one's head. Can I take it off now?"

"Wait. You don't have to wonder. Now's you chance!" I say and pull her down next to me. I kiss her in the nape of the neck I pull away from her, not touching her at all. I let my head hover over her left breast. She sighs in anticipation. Then my lips close around her nipple, no other body parts touching. She gasps and I can feel her trembling with excitement. I drop my hand on her pussy. Another gasp and her lower body jerks, signaling that she was not expecting my touch. She opens her legs to allow me better access, her hands clenched into fists by her sides. She is sopping wet! I slip two fingers effortlessly into her hungry hole. She groans and squirms. I finger her deep and hard for a while and then position myself in the 69 position over her. I lower my head and gently tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hand wraps around my hard pole and then I feel the velvet of the bag brush against my dick head. Surely she is not going to…? She is! She's going to blow me through the hole in the bag! I push forward and feel my dick getting engulfed by her wet, warm mouth. I almost come right there and then! I slowly fuck her face while eating hungrily at her pussy.

Then, realizing that we are both rapidly approaching orgasms, I withdraw my dick from her mouth. 'Get on your hands and knees.' I whisper. I position myself on my knees behind her, admiring the soft curves of her tight behind. I slip my hard cock effortlessly into her wet, warm pussy. She groans and I lean forward, taking those two full, firm breasts in my hands. I fuck her with slow long, deep strokes while gently tugging on her hard nipples. I pick up the pace and fuck her harder and deeper until my full balls slap against her clit on every downstroke. I can tell that she loves it! I feel the tension building up in my balls and realize that I will not be able to last much longer. From the light tremors in her hips I can tell that she is also on the verge of an orgasm. I fuck her as hard and as fast as I can. She screams and her body shudders before she explodes into the rhythmic spasms of a mighty orgasm. She bucks like a wild horse and I have great difficulty keeping my dick inside her cunt. I grab her by the hips and ram my dick all the way up her cunt. I shoot my load and bathe her cervix with stream after stream of hot cum. Then I collapse on top of her, totally spent.

I roll off her and lie behind her back, holding her in my arms. I untie the drawstring and remove the bag from her head.

'Wow! That was incredible!' she says with a sigh. 'I must say the bag makes quite a difference. If you don't see your partner, you have no idea what to expect or what he is going to do next. Amazing…'

'Maybe we should use it more in future.' I propose. 'Can you imagine what it would be like if we involve a third party? Then you won't have any idea of who is doing what to you.' 

'I must admit that it sounds very exciting!' she agrees. 'But it still remains the impossible dream…'

'Hey, trust me! It doesn't have to be impossible. Leave it to me. Shall I go ahead and arrange something?' I push the issue.

'I don't know… I don't want to agree to something if I am not sure that I can go through with it. Let's wait and see.' she takes the easy way out.

We laze through the rest of the evening and she departs. I go to bed but cannot sleep. My mind won't switch off. I simply have to arrange something, but how? Where am I going to find a suitable third party?

PART 2

Weeks go by and then one day, out of the blue, I find the solution to my problem. A friend of mine phones me and tells me that he is coming to Cape Town for a seminar and would like to see me. We went to university together and have not seen each other for many years. We arrange to meet for lunch at a restaurant at the Water Front. 

We chat about the good old varsity days over lunch. Jason does not look a day older – a handsome, well built hunk He is also still single.

'So what are we going to do this evening?' he enquires. 'Surely you are going to introduce me to one of you sexy students?' he says with a wink.

'Now let's see… If a sexy student is what you're after, I'm afraid we're going to have to share one.' I say, eager to see his reaction.

'Come again? What do you mean by share?' he asks with a puzzled look on his face. All of a sudden I'm not so sure if I'm doing the right thing, but decide to go through with it anyway.

'You see, I have this thing going with one of my students. She is quite adventurous and we share this fantasy of inviting a third party into our bed. We've never done anything like that before so this will be a first. Are you interested?' I put the ball in his court.

'Well, well! You wily old fox! Just as full of surprises as always, huh? Tell me more!' he says, looking very keen.

I explain the whole situation to him, also about the blindfold.

'And you? You don't have a problem with me getting involved with your lady?' he asks cautiously.

'Hey, would I have invited you if I had a problem with it?' I put him at ease.

'My friend, it is actually quite simple. You may only do what she allows you to do. In other words, what she is comfortable with. If she does not like what you're doing, you stop immediately, OK?' I explain. 'Oh, and one other thing. No talking! I don't want her to hear a voice which she may recognize in future.'

'One hundred percent! I can't wait! See you at six o'clock'

After lunch I phone Marion and arrange to meet her at my apartment at seven. Of course I do not mention anything about Jason or what I have planned.

Jason arrives at my place at 6 o'clock. We have a few drinks to kill time and to get us relaxed.

Eventually I see Marion's Cabriolet driving down the road in the direction of my apartment. Jason rushes into the bathroom and emerges wearing on a towel around his waist, his clothes folded over one arm. He winks at me while getting into the louvre door cupboard, drawing the door closed behind him.

The doorbell rings and I invite Marion inside. I lock the door behind us. 'Hey, what's with all the dirty glasses? Who have you been partying with?' she asks.

'Ol' John McFarlane popped in and we had a couple of toots.' I lie. 'Can I get you a drink?'

'No thanks.' She replies. 'Sharon and I had a drink at O'Mally's after squash this afternoon. I'm still OK.'

I lead her into the bedroom and we sit on the bed. She looks stunning in her white skirt and pink sleeveless top. I notice that she is not wearing a bra. I pull her down next to me and the smell of her freshly washed hair intoxicates me. 

'And this…?' she asks as she sees the the black velvet bag with the hole in lying on the bedside cabinet.


Dance With The Devil



'Oh, that! I was looking for a nail clipper in the drawer this afternoon and stumbled upon it. It brought back such great memories of that awesome night…' I explain.

'Yeah, that was quite special, wasn't it…' she recalls with a smile, leaning her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her.

'I missed you so much…' I whisper in her ear.

'Me too.' she replies, pushing me over onto my back. She leans forward and kisses me. Her tongue darts into my mouth. I stroke her firm tits over her top. Her hard nipples are clearly visible through the sheer pink fabric. I pull her down next to me. She throws her thigh over my hips. I stroke it, pushing up her skirt in the process. She is wearing the tinest of white lace panties. Knowing that Jason can see everything, I decide to put on a show for him. I let my hands glide over her firm ass and then lightly rake my fingertips over the soft, plump flesh of her pussy lips. She moans at my touch and kisses me passionately. I hear a slight creaking sound emanting from the cupboard. That guy will have to be careful or he'll blow the whole thing! I'm sure he's having a wank in there…

I undo the catch and zipper at the back of her skirt and push it over her thighs. She lifts her hips to assist me. She raises her torso, pulls the pink top over her head and tosses it on top of the skirt on the floor. I do the same with my T-shirt. She snuggles up to me wearing only the lacy panties. I'm wearing my shorts and undies. 

She places her hand on my chest and strokes my nipples. Eventually her hand glides over the muscles of my belly and disappears into my shorts. I feel her fingers closing around the hard shaft of my erection. 'Mmm…' she sighs her approval of what she finds and starts to stroke it inside my shorts. 

I lean down and push my shorts and undies down. I kick it of the bed onto the floor. I lean towards her and put my fingers on the waistband of her panties. Not letting go of my hard dick, she again co-operates by lifting her hips as I slide the panties of her. She throws her thigh over my lower body again, lodging the head of my dick against her plump pussy.

'Shall we try the blindfold again?' I suggest.

'If you want.' she consents.

I put the bag over her head and position the hole over her mouth. I tie the drawstring in a firm knot gainst her neck. Now there is no way she will be able to get the bag off her head without assistance. Perfect!

I lie down next to her in a sideways 69 postion. She opens her legs in anticipation while her fingers close around my dick again, pulling it closer to the hole in the bag. I feel my dickhead briefly brushing against the velvet fabric of the bag before disappearing into the soft, warm moistness of her mouth. Heaven!

I start nibbling lightly on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding contact with her pussy. Every now and then I blow lightly over her pussy area. She shudders slightly when I do it and sucks my dick with more vigour.

"Hey, slow down!' I caution. 'The night is but an embryo…'

'Well, then stop torturing me like this!' she pleads through the bag.

In response I stick my tongue all the way into her wet pussy! Her audible gasp confirms that she was not expecting that reaction. She moans loudly and wraps her legs around my head while I eat hungrily on her pussy. 

I pull away from her and position myself between her open thighs, the head of my dick wedged in the sopping wet slit of her cunt.

'Fuck me…' she whispers.

'Sorry, what was that..?' I whisper back, pretending I didn't hear her.

'Please fuck me now..!' she pleads, louder and with more urgence this time.

'Are you sure?' I tease her.

'God, what IS with you? Of course I'm sure!' she said with a slightly annoyed tone in her voice.

'Your surprise is ready in the cupboard. Maybe you'd rather have him fuck you.' I drop the bomb.

'Come on! Get real! We're not going there again, are we?' she shrugs it off.

'Well, it's your call. Invite him and he'll come and join us. Don't and he'll stay in the cupboard like a good boy.' 

She remains quiet for a while. I can tell that she has no idea what to make of the situation.

'OK.' she replies. 'I'll call you bluff. Let him out of his cage!' I know she does not believe me.

'Nope. I'm afraid that is not how it is going to work. You want him out of his cage, you invite him over.' I said. 'This is your call and ONLY your call.'

'OK, then. I'll still call your bluff!' she replies. "Allright, Mr Cupboard, you can come out now!' she calls in the direction of the cupboard.

The door opens with a creak as Jason steps out of the cupboard, the towel still wrapped around him.

'Oh my God! You were serious! There really is someone there!' She sits up, crossing her legs and folding her arms over her exposed tits. 'Who is it?' she asks.

'No can tell…' I reply. 'But there is still time to change your mind. Tell this monster to get back into his cage and he will – no questions asked.' I gesture to Jason to back off for a while.

'Who is it?' she tries again.

'You know I cannot tell you. We've been through this. All I can say is that you have never met him before.'

'Is he white or black?' she asks.

I do not bother to answer her question.

'I don't know if I'm ready for this…' she whispers.

'Well, like I said – you're call. Don't let me force you into anything you don't want to do. Tell him to get back into the cupboard and we'll leave'

She does not reply. I sit next to her and put my arm around her. 

'OK, let's take this one step at a time. Shall he get back into his cage or can he come and sit next to you? The minute you're uncomfortable with anything, just say so and he'll back off.' I explain again.

'OK, he can come and sit next to me.' she says bravely. 'Is he wearing any clothes?'

'That you'll have to find out.' I reply

I gesture to Jason to come closer. He drops the towel and walks up to the bed with one massive hard-on leading the way. The man is hung like a fucking horse!

He sits down next to her and puts his hand on her bare back. I can feel her stiffen. She still has her arms wrapped around her tits and her thighs are tightly clenched together.

'Come now. Relax and drop your hands' I encourage her. 'You have nothing that he hasn't seen through that louvre door anyway.' I take one of her hands and gently pull it away from her chest. Realizing that I'm right, she surrenders, reluctantly drops her hands in her lap. Her full, firm tits come into view and proudly stand away from her chest totally defying gravity. I notice Jason's huge dick twitching at the sight of her magnificent boobs. I reach out and my hand folds around her left tit.

She jumps at my touch. 'Who'se hand is it?' she asks nervously.

'Relax, it's mine' I reassure her. I pick up her hand and put it on Jason's naked thigh. She does not move. He strokes her back and his hand eventually reached the roundness of the side of her right breast. Her hand tightens on his thigh in anticipation. Her breathing becomes heavier. He then boldly folds his hand around her breast. She gasps.

I gently tug on her hard nipple and roll it between my fingers. Jason does the same with her other nipple. I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth. I suck on it gently. Again Jason does the same with her right breast. She sighs and moans softly as his lips close around her nipple. I can see that she is beginning to relax. Her legs are no longer clenched together. We continue nibbling on her nipples. She moans and places her hands on the backs of our heads, her fingers working through Jason's longish black hair. 

'You're white…' she whispers.

I look at her and conclude that she is now OK with the situation. She looks like a mother breastfeeding two huge babies.

I put my hand on her thigh and stroke it gently. She opens her legs ever so slightly. I accept the invitation and slide my hand in between her thighs. She co-operates by opening her legs more to give me access to her pussy. I gently stroke the soft folds of her pink pussy. She is sopping wet! I slip my middle finger effortlessly into her vagina and start to finger her pussy. Her moans become louder. Her fingers are still entangled in our hair.

I take her hand from my head and place it on my dick. She jerks her hand away at the touch as if it was red hot! Then she moves her hand closer and let her fingers wrap around my shaft. She starts to stroke it gently while I finger her pussy.

Jason gets up and stands in front of her, his huge member inches from her covered face. A drop op precum glistens at the opening of his dickhead. She puts her hand on his chest. Her fingers follow the contours of his muscular torso. It is as if she is trying to 'see' him with her hands. She lightly rakes his nipples with her long nails. I can see that he is enjoying himself. Her hand glides lower over his flat stomach. He leans forward and takes both her breasts in his hands and tugs on her nipples. I feel the tempo of her pumping hand on my dick increasing.

Her left hand moves around Jason and strokes his hard buttocks. It moves lower down and glides over the inside of his thigh. Her hand moves upwards and inevitably makes contact with his full balls. 'Oh!' she exclaims as she jerks her hand away. Slowly and carefully she feels her way back to his balls and cups them in her hand. She fondles his balls while her other hand is still pumping away with gusto on my hard dick! Jason is still playing with her nipples while I am fingering her pussy. 

She lets go of Jason balls and her hand moves upwards, her fingers folding around Jason's hard monster. 'Oooh…!" she coos her approval of his size. With a content groan she starts to wank us both. I gently push her over onto her back. She does not let go of Jason's dick. He lies on the bed next her. He leans over her chest and takes one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasps and starts to wank him again.

I move down and open her legs. She assists me be raising her knees. I have never seen her pussy this wet! Her juices are flowing freely over her buttocks. I kneel between her legs and spread her cunt lips. I lightly tickle the pink nubbin of her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her lower body jerks lightly in a reflex reaction every time my tongue makes contact with her clit. Then I dive in and slurp up her juices with long licks of my tongue along the entire length of her crevasse. Her loud groans assure me that I'm on the right track here.

She lifts her head and places it on Jason's lap. She moves closer to his dick. What is she up to? Has she got the courage to suck the dick of a total stranger? In reply to my silent question, her wet, pink tongue appears trough the hole in the bag. With swift strokes of her tongue she tickles the sensitive underside of his dickhead. Jason throws his head back and groans with pleasure! Then the huge, purple bulb of his dickhead disappears into the bag and obviously into her mouth. This time it is Jason's turn to let out an audible involuntary gasp. He lies back and her head bobs up and down over his dick. I am surprised at how much of his dick disappears into the bag every time, only to reappear wet and shiny with her saliva. She must be taking it deep into her throat! God, I never realized that she was capable of doing that!

I turn her around and make her stand on hands and knees. She co-operates without stopping her oral action on Jason's dick. I kneel behind her and slide my dickhead up and down her slick slit. She groans at the contact. I tease her for a while longer until she starts humping my dick impatiently. She moans as I push forward. My hard dick disappears effortlessly into her wet, hungry hole, burying itself to the hilt in her soft, yielding flesh. I put my hands on her hips and start to fuck her with long, slow strokes. On every downstroke I make sure that my balls slap against her clit. This is her favorite position and absolutely drives her crazy! She pushes back to eagerly meet my every stroke.

I slip my hand between her legs from the front and part her puffy cunt lips to expose her clit while I fuck her. She jumps every time my ball bag hits her exposed clit. Then I feel those tell-tale tremors in her lower body. She is going to come any minute! I grab her by the hips and fuck her as hard and as fast as I can. She lets go of Jason's dick and starts to buck like a wild horse! Her lower body convulses in the spasms of a very intense orgasm. I have great difficulty in keeping my dick buried in her cunt. Then she falls forward on top of Jason, her hand wrapped around his hard dick. 'That was incredible…' she whispers.

I lie behind her back with my arm around her. We give her a few moments to recover.

'May I now know who you are?' she asks Jason, giving his dick a friendly shake.

'Come on! Rules are rules! Stop that!' I scold her.

'But it isn't fair! You guys get to see me, but I may not see you…' she whinges.

'Sorry, luv. We've discussed this beforehand.' I remind her. 'And now you two will have to excuse me. I have to go for a leak.' With that I walk into the bathroom and do my business. When I turn around and look into the bedroom I see her lying with her head on his shoulder, his arms around her. He kisses her lightly in the nape of the neck while playing with her tits. Her hand closes around his dick again. I sit on the toilet to enjoy the view.

His hand glides over her stomach. It pauses at her navel and he tugs gently on her navel ring. Then his hand moves lower down to the junction of her legs and rest on her mound. She seems unsure about what to do next. Then she opens her legs slowly, giving him access to womanhood. He accepts her invitation and his hand glides eagerly over the wet folds of her pussy.He spreads her lips and his middle finger disappears into her sopping wet cunt. She continues to stroke his cock.

He swings his leg over her head and lowers himself over her in the 69 position, his head over her spread pussy and his dick hovering over the hole in the bag. He lowers his head and kisses her full on her cunt. She groans and squirms and takes his dick into her mouth, sucking enthusiastically on it while he eats her pussy.

I get up and sit next to them on the bed. He is fucking her mouth with hard deep strokes. I wonder if he is not hurting her. It doesn't seem like it as she is giving as much as she is receiving at the moment, her lower body squirming under the attention of his mouth.

'Enjoying yourself, Love?' I ask

She takes his dick out of her mouth. 'Yes... Very much…!' she whispers.

'Would you like him to go further?' I ask.

'I don't know… What do you think?' she asks with an uncertain tone in her voice.

'It's not up to me. You know it is entirely your call. I'm OK with whatever you decide.' I reassure her. 'Do you like his cock?'

'Yes!' she whispers, almost over eagerly.

'Well, then tell him that!' I encourage her.

'OK, Stranger, I am mad about your huge hard cock! It feels so good in my mouth.' she says, giving his dick a friendly shake.

Jason just smiles and sticks his tongue all the way into her pussy.

I take her hand and put it on my dick. She immediately starts to wank me. 

'Would you like him to fuck you?' I push it.

She hesitates for a minute. 'Are you sure you won't mind..?' she asks cautiously.

'I told you it's OK with me.' I reply

'Then I would very much like to.' she says.

'Then tell him that! Tell him exactly what you'd like him to do to you.' I encourage her again.

'Please fuck, me!' she whispers. "I want to feel this huge dick of yours deep inside me.'

He gets off her and turns around. He kneels between her thighs and leans forward. He winks at me and places the huge purple knob of his dickhead against the entrance of her pussy. She raises her knees in anticipation. He draws his dickhead up and down through her slick slit. It glistens with her juices. 

'Please…' she whispers.

He looks at me as if to ask for permission. I nod and he pushes forward slowly. Her slick lips part and fold around his purple dickhead. He hesitates again with his dickhead against the opening of her vagina. Her hips start a slight rocking motion, inviting him inside her. He pushes again. His dickhead is now stretching her inner lips to capacity and I'm beginning to wonder if she will be able to accommodate him. I hold her hand. She squeezes mine. He pushes again and then his dickhead suddenly disappears into her cunt. She moans with delight as Jason keeps pushing, very slowly and very gently. I watch in awe as his whole monster snake slowly disappears inch by inch into my woman's cunt. Then her clit gets covered by his thick pubic hair. He is all the way inside her! I am amazed. I did not think it would be possible. 

He lies motionless on top of her to give her time to get used to his size. Then she wraps her legs around him. She lets go of my hand and puts her arms around him. She is ready.

Her hips start that rocking motion again and he gets the message. He pulls his dick almost all the way out of her cunt until the purple bulb of his dickhead starts to show. His wet dick is glistening with her juices. He pushes again and I'm amazed at how easily it slips all the way back into her. He takes his weight on his elbows and starts to fuck her with long, hard strokes. Her nails are biting into his back and she squirms beneath him, moaning with delight.

Then she pushes him off her. She rolls over and gets up. For a moment I wonder what brought about this change in attitude. Then she pushes him onto his back. His wet hard dick towers into the air. She feels her way around his body and then she straddles him. She takes his dick in her hand and positions his dickhead in her sopping wet slit. She places her hand on his chest and lowers her body onto his dick with a groan. That monster slips effortlessly into the wet folds of her cunt until her ass rests on his balls. She leans forward and lies motionless for a few seconds. Then her hips start moving. She fucks him with long, slow strokes. From my perfect vantage point behind her, I watch in awe as his huge hard pole impales her pussy repeatedly. She is sopping wet! Her juices are flowing freely over his balls. She holds his head between her hands and her pink tongue searches for his mouth through the bag. She finds it and her tongue disappears into his mouth as she kisses him passionately. She fucks him with greater intensity and I realize that she is going to come soon. 

But I have other plans. I pull her off him. His dick slides out of her cunt. I roll her onto her back and kneel between her open thighs. I lean forward and my hard cock needs no assistance to find its way to her well lubed love tunnel. I push forward and once again experience that awesome sensation of my dickhead pushing through the soft, warm, wet petals of her pussy only to be engulfed by the soft, velvety grip of her vagina. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls me close to her. Jason slips his hand between us and I lift my body to give him better access. I'm not quite sure what he has in mind. I would hate to have my dick touched by another man, but he allays my fears as his hand comes to rest on her clitoris. He spreads her lips and gently teases her clit while I fuck her. I fuck her harder and faster. Her moans become louder and her nails are biting into the flesh of my back. I sense that she is on the verge of another orgasm.

I pull my dick out of her and lie down next to her. 'What now..?' she asks, slightly irritated by the interruption.

I do not bother to reply. Instead I pull her tightly against me and roll over so that she ends up on top of me. I position her on her hands and knees with her head over my dick and my head under her pussy. I signal to Jason to fuck her from behind. He kneels behind her and pushes his big dick all the way into her with ease. She groans and takes my wet dick into her mouth. I am now in the perfect position! My dick is getting all the oral attention it can handle while I have an unspoilt view of Jason's dick pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Her firm, swinging tits are also comfortably within my reach. I reach out and roll her nipples between my fingers. The tempo of her head bobbing on my dick increases. His swinging ball bag smacks her clit with very downstroke. I feel the tension building up in my balls. Jason is fucking her with more urgence, his hands clutching her hips. We are all three on the verge of an orgasm! The increasing tempo of the action above my head convinces me that my position would not be a very safe one if those two climax. I decide to come first and get out of the way. I take her full tits in my hands and fuck her mouth with gusto! Then I reach that point of no return. I explode into a very intense orgasm and shoot load after load of pearly white cum into her hungry mouth. She does not move her head away. Instead she slurps up every drop and swallows it.




Dance With The Devil



Then her hips start to tremble. I roll out from under her. She screams and starts to buck as her lower body contracts rhythmically in the throes of a mighty orgasm. As I have experienced earlier, Jason is now having great difficulty keeping her monster in her bucking pussy. He grabs her firmly around the hips and rams his dick in and out of her pussy a few times. Then, with a mighty roar, he drives his dick home and releases his load. He blows stream after stream of hot cum into her womb while she screams with pleasure. With a last few futile strokes he empties his balls of the last few drops of cum. Then they collapse in a heap beside me. Nobody speaks. The only audible sound is the heavy breathing of three very tired people.

I look at Marion. She is fiddling with the knot at the side of her neck. I ignore her, knowing that she will never be able to undo it without help.

'Won't someone help me with this thing, please?' she tries her luck.

'Sure, Hon! As soon as Jason leaves our company…' I reply.

'But it's damn hot in here!' she complains.

'No problem! I'll adjust the air conditioning.' I tease her.

I motion to Jason to leave. We have a lunch date for tomorrow. Then we'll discuss things and say our good byes. He gets up, takes his clothes from the cupboard and gets dressed in the bathroom. He emerges after a short while and departs with a wave and a wink.

'Come, let me help you.' I offer and pull Marion closer to me. I deliberately take my time with the knot to give Jason enough time to get away. When I'm done she pulls the bag from her head and runs out onto the balcony. She looks down the road in the hope of seeing Jason.

'Too late. He's long gone.' I say. 'And I don't think standing naked on my balcony is such a great idea…'

She comes to her senses and rushes back into the bedroom. She hops onto the bed and curls up on her side. I get up to fix us drinks. I put the drinks on the bedside cabinet and lie down beside her. I put my arm around her.

'So, was it what you expected it to be like?' I ask.

'I don't know…. It was very exciting, but now that it is over, my mind is a mess! I cannot believe that I just had sex with a man I do not know. I don't even know what he looks like! I'm sure I'll feel a lot better if I knew what he looked like.' she explains.

'I'm not so sure. I think that would complicate matters tremendously. It certainly won't undo anything that is done!' I counter.

'Yeah, I suppose you're right. But if I could only see his face… It would make it a lot easier to come to grips with what I've done. It is as if I've had sex with a ghost. Can't you at least show me a photograph?' she pleads.

'I'm afraid I don't have one.' I wasn't lying.

She gets up and walks to the bathroom. A pale white line of Jason's cum trickles down the inside of her thigh – a grim reminder of our little adventure. I'm beginning to wonder whether it was such a good idea…

PART 3 (Don't read if you like happy endings)

Weeks have gone by and everything is one huge mess! I have decided not to see Marion anymore. The whole episode with Jason was one big mistake. The man had unwittingly taken over our lives. Wherever she goes, be it the restaurant, the movies or even the supermarket, she sees Jason. It is all she ever talks about. She has become totally obsessive with this 'ghost'. I know that I initiated the whole thing and should take most of the blame, but I am just not prepared to accept the unbearable situation our relationship has ended up in. So tonight I am ending it.

So feel free to learn from this. Think of the consequences of dangerous games before you play them. If you have to dance with the devil, make sure it is one that you know. Be VERY careful not to mess with the devil you don't know.



Dance with the Devil



The tingling on the back of her neck warned her that someone was watching her. She looked from side to side and then behind her and saw no one. She suddenly began to think about what how her older brother always told her to make sure she carried her pepper spray in her hand when walking from campus at night. Tonight she had not listened and now she was scared. She quickened her steps and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her friend Rya coming toward her.

"Darien, what are you doing out this late by yourself?"

"I was at the library and time ran away from me." Darien looked at her friend cautiously then asked, "what are you doing out here this time of night?"

"I was sent to look for you. You're brother has been by here tonight and he looked as if it was important."

Darien then looked at her cell phone and noticed it was dead. She knew if Devin had come to her apartment something big was up. She bid Rya goodnight and continued the walk to her apartment. She threw her cell phone on the charger and decided to take a shower before she called Devin. All while taking her shower; she could not shake the feeling that something was definitely wrong.

Once out of the shower she used her apartment phone to call Devin.

"Where have you been?"

"Devin, what's wrong?" Darien did not like the sound of the desperation in his voice. 

"I have been looking for you everywhere. I need you to help me out in a big way. I will be over to your apartment in ten minutes."

"Use your key." 

In less than ten minutes Devin was coming through the door, but he was not alone. Darien looked passed her brother and into the eyes of the devil. She had seen the man before but never close up. She had heard stories of how dangerous he could be, but she had never had reason to worry about that until now.

"Devin what is going on?" She looked over at the man that stood behind her brother and then at the two large men that stood next to him. That earlier feeling of nervousness came back to her. 

"Allow me to introduce myself," The devil had spoken.

"I know who you are. I just want to know why you're here with my brother."

The man looked at her. His large brown eyes assessed her and when his came back to meet hers she saw a mixture of anger and lust. His eyes caused her to take a step back. "So, I need no introduction, but you beautiful lady are at an advantage. I don't know your name."

Darien looked at Devin. He had that same pitiful look he had on his face when he had to tell her that he had slept with her best friend in high school. Again that feeling of nervousness came back to her. The tingling on the back of her neck was there again as well. Darien chanced a look back to the man with the evil eyes. He was waiting for her name.

"I-I'm Darien," she stammered. 

"Darien." He said her name as if he were tasting an expensive wine. As if he were savoring each syllable. "Now, that I know your name, I will answer your question." He took a seat in the overstuffed chair and crossed his legs. The chair seemed small once he sat in it when usually it would fit two people. "My apologies for getting you involved in my business, but your brother here tells me you have my money."

The confusion on her face told it all. She had no clue what they were talking about. Her mind began to calculate her bank account. She was frugal with her money. She did not do any unnecessary spending and since she was graduating in a couple of months and had gotten a job at an ad agency, she was waiting to spend a good bulk of her savings on a new wardrobe to start her new career. She looked to her brother for some clarification, and could tell by his expression she was not going to like what he had to say. So she decided to get to the point.

"How much does he owe you?" One of the large men smirked sarcastically. The other showed no emotion. She then turned to the Devil. 

"$10,000." 

"You borrowed $10,000 from a known criminal. You idiot! What would make you think that I have that type of money?" Her anger towards Devin was showing in every fiber.

"I prefer business man. No one has ever been able to prove criminal activity."

"I believe in calling a spade a spade, Mr. Christos."

Darien saw the flash of surprise when she called him by name. Then she saw the smallest of smiles cross those beautiful lips. She saw his eyes take in her attire once more. She was standing in a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples seem to harden upon his appraisal. Not normally a woman that paid much attention to her appearance, she did not feel the need to dress when Devin came by, now she wished she had. Marcellus Christos was admiring the view of her shapely body, and he more than liked what he saw. He wanted her. 

"Can I talk to you in private, Darien?" His request threw everyone in the room for a loop. His bodyguards had never been asked to leave the room and Devin had never expected he would want to involve his sister this much into his business.

"Marcellus, I don't think you need to speak with her. This is my debt." Devin tried to help his sister out. 

"You should have thought of that before you told me she had my money." His words were lifeless and his eyes had turned cold. He turned back to Darien. "Can we talk?"

Darien led him to the only other private place in the apartment, her bedroom. Marcellus followed her; watching the seductive sway of her hips as she walked in front of him. Once inside her bedroom, he closed the door. "I'd prefer if you left that open."

"I can't do that. I don't want anyone to hear the conversation we are having."

Darien sat on her bed. Marcellus took the chair facing the bed. He took a look around. It wasn't a girly room. It was grown up and sexy. The artwork that hung on the walls was seductive and the red color of the walls made him feel like the devil everyone called him.

"How can I help you, Mr. Christos?"

"Let's start by calling me Marcellus." She nodded. "Then we will discuss some things I need to know about you. Your brother tells me you are graduating from college soon." She nodded. "So that puts you at about twenty-two."

"Twenty-three," she replied. 

"Where is your boyfriend?"

"I don't see how that is any of your business." Darien was not about to let Marcellus intimidate her. 

"It becomes my business if he walks in here unannounced and sees my men in the living room with your brother."

"I don't have a boyfriend." Her reply was so quiet that he almost didn't hear her. 

"Darien, your brother owes me a lot of money." She didn't respond. "I need to know if you have that much money available."

"I can give you half tomorrow when the banks open and I can pull the rest from my credit card."

Something touched him about this girl. She was willing to give her life savings to save her brother, who had probably screwed up before. He wanted to know where she had gotten this much money from, but didn't ask. He could tell she was nervous around him. As if she was scared he was going to try something with her. He had thought about it. Had she been a different type of girl he would have asked her to work off her brother's debt in his club. But, he had done his homework and knew she was a senior at Canisius College. He knew she was working her butt off to get good grades and that she worked in a call center part time to keep money in her pocket. He hated to take her money. Funny, how this beautiful face was causing him to have a heart. He was ten years older than this girl but her innocence was turning him on. He wanted to spend some time with her. But how?

"Darien. What if I told you I could clear your brother's debt and it won't cost you a dime."

"I'm not sleeping with you to clear my brother's debt. I said I would have the money for you tomorrow. I just need to get to the bank." She was holding on to her nervous by a very thin thread. Marcellus saw her tremble. 

"You won't have to sleep with me. That is unless you want to." He smiled. She didn't. 

"What do you want from me?"

"If you will go on one date with me, I will clear you brother's debt."

Darien wasn't sure she had heard him correctly. "One date?"

"Just one small date this Friday, and clear your weekend."

Darien flinched. "Why clear my weekend if we are going on one date Friday night?"

"In case you want to stay. And I never said anything about Friday night. I will pick you up Friday morning at seven." Then he kissed her. The kiss was soft and light. Darien was taken by such a surprise that she didn't have time to react. Marcellus deepened the kiss when he felt her respond. He pulled her up into his arms to take a deep breath and then he was kissing her again. His tongue entered her mouth in invitation for her to join in on the kiss. Darien began to melt. Who would have ever thought she would be kissed by the Devil and like it. She felt his arousal and stepped out of his embrace.

"I will see you Friday at seven." It was a statement made by a man used to getting what he wanted. Darien only nodded. And sat back on the bed as she watched him leave.



Dance with the Devil



"You sure you want me to do this?"

Gabby Becket stood apprehensively in front of the full-length mirror mounted on her bedroom door. Her husband Dan laid a red cloak out on the bed and ran his palms across the surface so it was nice and smooth.

"Of course I'm sure," Dan said. "Yours will be the best Halloween costume ever."

Dan grinned. Gabby grinned as well. The truth was, this was her idea. She just couldn't believe Dan was so willing to go along with it.

"Well, as long as you're okay with it," Gabby said.

"Trust me, I am," Dan said. He watched as Gabby lifted her turtleneck sweater up over her head and tossed it aside. She wore a lacy white 38DD bra underneath around her round, natural breasts. Dan admired her sexy flat belly and full cleavage as she began to unzip her pants.

"Have you decided what shoes you want to wear?" Dan asked.

"Flats," Gabby said, sliding down her jeans and placing them onto the bed next to her sweater. "I'll be doing a lot of walking. I don't think my feet will hold out in those heels."

"Flats it is," Dan said, removing a pair of dark red flat shoes from the closet and setting them out at the base of the bed. He turned to see Gabby facing her reflection in the mirror, examining her appearance in only her panties and bra.

"Ugh, I've gained weight since last year," Gabby moaned. Dan stood up and walked towards his wife.

"Baby, you look FINE," Dan said, wrapping his strong arms around her. "I promise those extra curves will make you look even more stunning. He planted a kiss on Gabby's cheek and lightly slapped her butt.

Gabby batted her eyelashes.

"Okay, if you think so."

"I know so," Dan said.

Gabby giggled. She could always count on Dan to give her the pep talk she needed. Gabby unclasped her bra and set that aside as well. She turned towards Dan and gave him a view that never tired him. Her large breasts were so round and beautiful, with dark brown perky nipples on each one.

"Still think I look sexy?" Gabby asked, teasingly.

"More than ever," Dan said with a smile.

"What about pubic hair? Think I should give it a shave before I go?"

Gabby slipped her panties down, revealing a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out between her thighs.

"No, it looks great!" Dan said. "A lot of guys love to see a little patch on the puss."

"Really?" Gabby asked, kicking her panties onto the bed.

"I sure think so," Dan said. Gabby turned to Dan, wearing nothing but a smile.

"Well, ready," Gabby said.

Dan took a moment to enjoy his wife's naked body before handing her the red cloak. The plan was simple. It started with a prank Gabby had pulled a year earlier. Dan was handing out candy to trick-or-treaters while Gabby took a bath. Upon exiting, Gabby got the idea to put on one of Dan's trench coats and a Halloween mask. She slipped out the back door and sneaked around the house, without a stitch of clothing on under the coat.

When the coast was clear, Gabby rang the front doorbell. When Dan answered, Gabby threw open the coat and shouted "Trick or Treat!" Dan enjoyed the trick so much, he turned the porch light off early so he and Gabby could retire to the upstairs bedroom so he could enjoy his treat.

This was the inspiration for Dan and Gabby's plan this year. She would go door-to-door, around the neighborhood, wearing a cloak and mask and nothing else, and expose her naked body to every man who answered his door. Dan made the suggestion and Gabby was shocked that Dan would want her to do this. As it turned out, Dan loved his wife's body so much he felt compelled to share it with the rest of the world- all with the anonymity that a Halloween costume would provide.

Gabby fastened the cloak around her figure and slipped her feet into the red shoes. Dan handed her a plastic devil mask, and she placed it over face.

"Can you tell it's me?" Gabby asked, her voice muffled by the plastic mask.

"I'd never guess Mrs. Gabby Becket would ever wear something like that!" Dan said.

"Well, Gabby Becket has a few secrets then," Gabby said, turning to the left and right, modeling the silky cloak. In spite of being covered, Gabby's curvy figure showed through the red costume rather nicely.

"All right, rehearsal time," Dan said. "Show me what you're going to do."

Gabby did a sultry walk towards Dan.

"I'm going to do this," Gabby said. "Trick or Treat!"

Upon shouting the three words, Gabby quickly opened the cloak and revealed her naked body to Dan. She let him stare for just a second and then just as quickly, she closed the robe again.

"Beautiful," Dan said. Gabby giggled.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Gabby shouted.

Dan loved having such an open-minded and adventurous wife. Eager to begin their devious game, Dan wrapped his left arm around Gabby's waist.

"Care to dance?" Dan asked.

"I would love to!" Gabby said.

Dan took Gabby's left hand with his right and the two of them swayed across the bedroom in unison. He could feel her hip bump him gently in his groin as they moved, exacerbating his excitement. Dan twirled her in a circle and dipped her. Gabby lifted her mask so Dan could see her face.

"It's almost dark now," Gabby said. "Let's get started."

Dan and Gabby quickly descended the stairway. Their children were both at friends' houses for the evening, so they knew they would have the house to themselves once they returned.

Dan got behind the wheel of his light blue Taurus while Gabby walked to the driver's side window.

"I'll stay in the car and keep at a distance," Dan said. "You can get in the car if there's any trouble."

"I'll be fine," Gabby said. "All right, give me a kiss."

Dan pressed his lips against Gabby's and kissed her for several seconds. As Gabby pulled away, she put the mask back over her face.

"Have fun," Dan said.

He backed the car to the end of the driveway. Dusk had set in over the quiet suburban neighborhood, and trick-or-treaters could be seen trekking up and down the street.

Gabby scampered down the driveway and Dan closed the garage door behind her. Their night of mischief had begun.

She decided to begin with their next door neighbors, the Willisons. From the street it looked as though the husband, Mike Willison, was the one handing out the candy.

Perfect.

Step by step, Gabby crept up the Willisons' driveway. She could feel her heart pounding as she made her way up the concrete driveway and towards the front door. Nervously, she shot a glance behind her. Dan had his car parked a few houses down; just far enough away that he wouldn't arouse suspicion. She could see Dan shoot a smile at her.

Empowered with a sense of confidence, Gabby made her way up the narrow walkway connecting the Willisons' driveway to their front porch. Gabby stepped onto the concrete stoop, ducking underneath several rubber bats dangling from the roof outcropping. She stared at the front door, which had a paper skeleton with googly eyes grinning at her. Gabby could feel her body trembling with excitement. She took a breath, and rang the doorbell.

She waited.

She could see the light was on inside. Gabby's pulse picked up again and she was almost contemplating leaving. Then she heard movement inside. Someone was walking towards the door. Gabby froze.

The front door opened, and Gabby's neighbor of nineteen years, Mike Willison stood before him, holding a plastic mixing bowl full of chocolate candy bars. Gabby made her move.

"Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted, opening her cloak. Mike Willison's eyes went wide at the sight of the naked female body before him. His jaw dropped, and he found himself at a loss of what to say. Gabby giggled, and shut her cloak. "Happy Halloween!" Gabby shouted, and ran off down the driveway back to the street.

What a rush! Gabby felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her body, making her feel more alive than ever before. She could see Mike Willison peeking out his front door, watching her run down the street.

"What was that honey?" she heard Mike's wife, Barbara ask.

"Nothing dear," Mike said, still staring out into the darkness in Gabby's general direction. Gabby circled around and quickly entered her husband's car.

"Well?" Dan asked. Gabby stared back at him.

"That was incredible!" Gabby exclaimed. "I just- I just had to take a breath. I'm too excited right now!"

"Did he recognize you?" Dan asked. Gabby shook her head.

"No. He'd never suspect me," Gabby said. Gabby let her breathing slow before turning to Dan again.

"Okay, ready for the next house," Gabby said. She paused, as though she were waiting for Dan's permission.

"Go on," Dan said.

Gabby hopped out of the car and hurried up the driveway of the house on the other side of the Willisons. A younger couple lived there, Gabby thought they might have been named the Burkes. Gabby crept up the steps and rang the doorbell once again.

The husband, Wayne Burke, opened the door. Gabby threw open the cloak.

"Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted.

"Daaamn!" Wayne Burke exclaimed. Gabby teasingly swayed her hips back and forth for a second before shutting the cloak.

"Happy Halloween!" Gabby shouted as she ran away. She didn't hesitate before running up the driveway of the next home, the Castillos. It looked as though the wife was handing out the candy at the Castillo residence, so Gabby elected to pass them by. She was more interested in titillating her audience, not offending them. The following house appeared to have a man doing the handout duties, so Gabby eagerly waited for the children to leave before making her appearance.

"Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted as the door opened. She threw the cloak open in one swift motion, leaving the man at this house dumfounded at how to respond.

"Uhh, chocolate or peanut butter?" the man said, dazed.

"Chocolate!" Gabby exclaimed. The man handed her a chocolate candy bar and Gabby grabbed it and ran off into the night.

"Happy Halloween!" she shouted as she ran off with her newly acquired treat. Gabby took a short break to eat her prize and continued down the street. Dan slowly followed her along the street, trying to seem inconspicuous. Although Gabby did not realize it, he was as aroused as she was by her flashing shenanigans. He loved seeing Gabby's nude body, and he loved the idea that other men were seeing it as well. In all truthfulness, he would not have minded if they did more than simply look.

Dan often imagined having another man put his hands on Gabby. Squeezing her large breasts. Feeling her firm thighs. Spanking her round bottom. Kissing her soft lips. Dan never quite understood men who would go into a rage when finding out their wives had strayed on them. Dan personally would have loved to come home from work one day to find Gabby in bed with another man's penis in her mouth.

Dan felt if that ever happened, he would simply nod and smile, and close the door to give the two some privacy. This is secretly what Dan hoped would happen tonight. Sooner or later one of these randy gentlemen would invite Gabby inside for a drink. Dan wondered if Gabby would accept. He doubted it. It seemed Gabby garnered enough excitement from just letting them look. Still, it was exciting simply knowing the men around his neighborhood were seeing Gabby naked, so Dan decided to simply enjoy the experience.

Gabby continued going from house to house, flashing the occupants in each one. She collected the occasional piece of candy, but mostly she was met with wide-eyed stares and open mouths.

Within an hour and a half, Gabby had made her rounds to almost every home in the neighborhood. She sauntered towards Dan's car, carrying a bag full of her collected sweets, which had been given to her by one of her admiring gawkers.

"How'd you make out?" Dan asked. Gabby lifted her mask and rummaged through her bag.

"Well, I got five suckers, three chocolate bars, a bag of chips, two packs of gum, a roll of condoms, a religious pamphlet, and eleven phone numbers," Gabby said.

"You gonna call any of them?" Dan asked, winking.

"Of course not!" Gabby said. Then she stopped. "Still, it's nice that I got them."

Dan bit his lip. Gabby was flattered to have gotten the numbers, so Dan was happy about that.

"So where now?" Dan asked.

"Looks like I got every house," Gabby said.

"Not that one," Dan said. He motioned towards the end of the street.

"The Balko house?" Gabby asked. "You think he'd answer?"

"His porch light's on," Dan said.

Lukas Balko was a reclusive old man who lived in an old but well-kept house at the end of the street. He'd lived in the neighborhood longer than anyone, but people rarely caught glimpses of him. Gabby looked at the old-fashioned three-story residence. It was surrounded by a wrought iron fence, though the front gate was open.

"Looks kind of creepy," Gabby said. Dan shrugged.

"Well, maybe you'd rather head back, it is getting late," Dan said. Gabby cocked her head.

"Well, maybe I have time for one more house," Gabby said. "I bet old man Balko would appreciate a little eye-candy, don't you?"

"I'm sure he would," Dan said.

"All right, I'll do it," Gabby said, putting her mask back in place. She stepped through the iron gateway and crept up the long gravel driveway towards the old house. There were no Halloween decorations up that she could see, but the house seemed appropriately Halloween-ish anyway. Since the gate was open and the front light was on, Gabby took it as an invitation to proceed.

Creeping towards the old wooden porch, she clutched her trick-or-treat bag tightly. A gust of wind rustled her cloak, sending a wave of goosebumps up her body. Shivering nervously, Gabby pulled the silky material close to her body, and stepped onto the porch. The boards creaked as she set her weight upon them. Gabby could not see a doorbell, but the door instead had a fancy brass knocker. Gabby grabbed the cold brass and rapped three times.

She did not hear a sound. She waited for a second and knocked again.

Nothing.

Gabby looked back at her husband; still waiting in the car. Perhaps it was time to call it a night. She knew he was likely very aroused and looking forward to getting between her legs. Gabby was about to turn around when the front door opened.

Gabby turned. The door opened only an inch, but it opened. Gabby peered through the open crack. The interior of the house looked well furnished, but she couldn't see who opened the door. Gabby pushed onto the door.

No one was there.

Gabby was perplexed how the door could have opened with no one there. The door seemed securely shut when she knocked. Curious, Gabby took a step inside the house.

"Hello?" Gabby asked.

She looked around the room. There was an elegant rug sprawled across the floor, running through the foyer past a cozy den with a roaring fireplace. Gabby peeked into the den and the nearby dining room, but saw no one.

"Anybody here?" Gabby asked. "Trick or treat!"

Gabby opened her cloak non-nonchalantly, but it didn't appear anyone was present to enjoy the view. Gabby lifted her mask and looked down the hallway.

Seeing no one, Gabby shut her robe and turned to the doorway. Perhaps the door was simply loose. As she turned to the doorway, she heard a voice.

"Almost there," a frail voice from up the stairway said.

An old man, at least ninety, was descending the long elegant staircase. He clutched a walking crutch in his hand and steadily made his way down the stairs until he was face-to-face with Gabby.

"Well hello, young lady," the man said. He looked at her with his dark eyes and narrow brows. He let out a smile, pleased to have such a lovely woman as a visitor. Gabby grinned.

"Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted. She threw open her cloak and flashed her naked body to the old man.

"Well, well," the man said. "Very nice." Gabby giggled.

"Are all the young ladies today wearing such lovely costumes?" the man asked.

"Nope, this was my idea," Gabby said. She realized at this moment she had not lowered her mask. This man had now seen both her face and body. "Well, Happy Halloween!"

Gabby turned to leave.

"Now, wait just a moment," the man said. "Don't you want a treat?"

Gabby paused. The old man reached into a bowl of candy resting by the stairway.

"No thank you. I've had enough. Just looking to have some fun," Gabby said.

"I know just what you mean," he said with a grin. "Say, I was going to take a dip in the hot tub. Since you're dressed for the occasion, would you care to join me?"

Gabby blushed.

"No thank you," Gabby said.

"You sure?" the man asked. "It's all warmed up."

"Thanks, but I need to get back to my husband," Gabby said, closing her robe. The old man raised an eyebrow.

"Husband, eh?" he asked. Gabby nodded.

"He was okay with this. He's just waiting for me."

"Well, you'd better go on then," the man said. "Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween," Gabby said.

"By the way-" the man began. Gabby stopped. "Nice melons."

He grinned. Gabby smiled.

She turned and walked out the front door, shutting it behind her. That was perhaps the nicest invitation she got all night. Gabby stepped off the porch and made her way back to Dan's car.

"Well, someone had a good time," Dan said, seeing the smile on Gabby's face.

"He said I had nice melons," Gabby said.

"I'd have to agree with him," Dan said.

"He also invited me to sit in his hot tub with him," Gabby said. Dan chuckled.

"Well, why didn't you?" Dan asked. This took Gabby of guard.

"It's late, I thought you might be worried," Gabby said.

"I'll be fine," Dan said. "You should go back. Sit in the tub with him."

"Really?" Gabby asked.

"Really," Dan said. "I'll be fine. Take as long as you want." Gabby shot a glance back at the house, and then at her husband.

"Well...okay," Gabby said, sheepishly. She set her Halloween bag in the car and made her way back to the old house. Dan watched; pleased at how this was progressing. He knew that old man Balko would not be able to keep his hands off Gabby once she was stark naked in his hot tub with him. He just hoped Gabby would not refute his advances.

He wanted to tell Gabby, to let her know that absolutely nothing was off-limits as far as he was concerned. He even considered insisting that Gabby take the condoms with her when she went back to the house, but Dan realized he didn't even mind if they had unprotected sex. Dan would have been perfectly happy to have Gabby become pregnant as a result of her tryst with old man Balko, and he would raise the child as he would his own.

Gabby arrived at the doorstep and rapped the knocker again. She didn't have to wait long before the door opened.

"Hello?" Gabby was surprised to see a much younger man standing before her. He had the same dark eyes and narrow brows as the older man, and he was dressed in swim trunks with a towel draped over his bare shoulder.

"Oh, hello," Gabby said. "I was just here and- I don't know, your grandfather, I assume? He invited me to sit in the hot tub." The young man opened the door. Gabby stepped inside and the man closed the door behind her.

"Hi, I'm Luke," the young man said, offering his hand. Gabby took his hand and shook it.

"I'm Marcy," Gabby said.

"Nice to meet you, Marcy," Luke said. Gabby looked around, but the old man was nowhere in sight.

"That man- is he your grandfather?" Gabby asked.

"Something like that," Luke said. "Come. I'll show you the hot tub."

Luke led Gabby through the kitchen and into an alcove near the back of the house. Inside the alcove, underneath a ceiling of tiled glass, was a rumbling hot tub.

"Looks nice," Gabby said.

"So do you," Luke said. Gabby blushed.

"Thank you," Gabby said.

Luke removed the towel from his shoulders and hung it across the handrail leading into the tub. His arms were strong and muscular and his body sharply toned.




Dance with the Devil



"I- didn't bring a swimsuit," Gabby said. Luke smiled.

"Not required here," Luke said.

Gabby opened her cloak and let it fall to the floor. She removed her plastic mask and dropped in onto her discarded cloak. She could feel Luke's gaze on her naked body. He smiled at her.

"Ladies first," Luke said, extending his hand towards the hot tub. Gabby stepped towards the tub and dipped her foot into the water. It was pleasantly warm. Gabby grabbed the handrail and descended the steps into the hot tub. The warm water enveloped her body as she entered it. Feeling its relaxing effects, Gabby rested her buttocks upon the tub seat. Now fully in the tub, the water level came to right above her breasts. She looked up at Luke, who stood by the tub, smiling at her.

"Is the temperature comfortable?" he asked. Gabby nodded.

"Good," Luke smiled. "Would you care for some wine?"

"Yes, please," Gabby smiled.

Luke opened a nearby cabinet and removed a bottle of dark red wine and two glasses. He filled each of them and handed one to Gabby.

"Thank you," Gabby said, taking a sip. Luke placed his glass on the tub's edge and descended into the water as well. He sat across from her and took a sip from his glass.

"So, Marcy, what do you do for a living?" Luke asked.

"I'm a hairdresser for men," Gabby said. That was the truth. Luke seemed like a nice fellow but she wanted to protect her identity- at least for now.

Luke nodded, impressed.

"Is it good work?" Luke asked. Gabby nodded.

"Yes, I like it a lot," Gabby said. "I've wanted to style hair since I was a teenager. It's all I've done since. What about you?"

"I own several businesses," Luke said. "Mostly involving property. I buy homes and help people new to the country find ways to afford them."

Gabby was even more impressed.

"That's very noble of you," Gabby said. Luke slid around the edge of the tub closer to Gabby.

"So tell me, Marcy," Luke said. "What does your husband think of you being here tonight?"

Gabby blushed. He must have seen the ring on her finger. That, or the old man had told him she was married.

"Actually, it was his idea," Gabby said. Luke's eyes perked up, surprised.

"Your husband wishes for you to bathe nude with another man?" Luke said.

Gabby nodded.

"Dan is an unusual man," Gabby said. "He loves sharing me with- I mean, he likes letting other men see me."

Luke nodded.

"You husband wishes for you to take a lover," Luke said.

"No!" Gabby declared. "I mean, he just likes me showing off. That's why I came here tonight actually, because, well, I like showing off too."

"With a body as beautiful as yours; I can understand that," Luke said.

"Well, thank you," Gabby smiled, lowering hear head.

"What about you?" Gabby asked. "Do you have a wife- or girlfriend?"

Luke stopped.

"I had a wife, once," Luke said. "She was beautiful, like you. She passed away some time ago."

"I'm so sorry," Gabby said.

"You remind me of her quite a bit," Luke said. "Your eyes, your hair. Your body."

"I- hope I'm not making her loss harder on you," Gabby said.

"No," Luke said. "I greatly appreciate your company. That's why I invited you here. My wife and I used to share this tub quite often. We'd drink wine and afterward I would make love to her by the fireplace."

"That sounds romantic," Gabby said.

"Your perfume," Luke said. "Is it autumn passion?" Gabby nodded and smiled.

"Yes," she said. "You recognize it?"

"My wife," Luke said again. "Would you mind if I smelled your neck? I find the aroma very pleasant."

Gabby stirred in the water.

"Well, okay," Gabby said.

Luke waded towards Gabby, and leaned up next to her. She could feel his breath on her neck and it sent a tingle up her spine.

"Simply....lovely....." Luke whispered in her ear. Gabby closed her eyes and felt her body go completely limp. Luke rested his hand on her thigh.

"Come," he said. Luke rose to his feet and helped Gabby out of the hot tub. He handed her the towel lying on the handrail and retrieved another from the cabinet for himself. As they dried off their dripping wet bodies, Luke took a step closer to Gabby.

Gabby looked up, to see Luke standing just inches away from her. He placed one hand on her hip and the other on her arm, and pulled her body against his. The feel of his toned muscles sent a wave of excitement through her body.

Gabby looked into Luke's eyes, and it seemed as though outside forces drew their faces together. It was as if someone else was making Gabby press her lips against his. Luke kissed her softly and passionately for several seconds.

Luke rubbed his hands across her body, and used his fingers to explore her curves. He squeezed her breasts, and let his hands wander down her sides, over her hips, and finally he placed both of his palms upon her bottom and squeezed her buttocks. As he did this, Gabby felt her nipples stiffen and her clitoris swell and expand.

"Fireplace," Gabby whispered.

Luke led Gabby out from the alcove and over to the den, where the fireplace still burned brightly. Luke tended to the fire as Gabby stood behind him and pulled on his swim trunks. He turned towards her and smiled. Very slowly, Gabby worked his shorts all the way down to his ankles. As she removed the trunks, she noticed his penis was very large and full, and much bigger than her husband's. Her eyes went wide in awe. His penis appeared to be in the process of becoming erect, growing large and rising higher with each passing second.

Gabby dropped to her knees and grabbed Luke's large throbbing member, and felt it expand and harden in her grasp.

"So big," Gabby giggled. She was feeling absolutely giddy.

Gabby leaned forward and placed his penis into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head, before pulling in inwards and sucking the shaft. Luke sighed in pleasure. She softly tickled his testicles with her fingertips while running her tongue up and down the shaft. Luke smiled.

Holding the base with one hand, Gabby took the cock in her mouth faster and harder, giving the head and shaft long, loving licks. It had been years since she'd given a blow job to anyone other than her husband. She had been well-known in her college days for her talent, so Gabby made an extra effort to make her fellatio as satisfying for Luke as possible. Luke sighed happily, pleased with her effort.

She sucked his penis for several minutes, while he rested his hand on the back of her head to guide it along. She hoped she was doing well, but judging by the salty taste of precum on her tongue she could tell she was getting somewhere. Gabby hoped he would ejaculate soon because her jaw was becoming sore. Gabby was relieved when Luke finally stopped her.

"Lie down, please," Luke said.

Gabby removed his penis from her mouth, taking a breath as she did so. She wiped the puddle of saliva and semen dripping from her lips with the back of her hand, feeling slightly embarrassed. Gabby lay down on her back on the soft bearskin rug, and Luke knelt over her.

"Open your mouth," Luke commanded. Gabby obeyed.

Luke then descended his testicles into Gabby's open mouth. He bounced them up and down, rubbing them against her lips and dipping them low enough to touch her tongue. Gabby licked his testicles softly before letting her tongue creep upwards to tease his taint.

"That's wonderful," Luke said.

He removed his testicles from her mouth, and shifted a few feet back. Straddling her pelvis, he placed his hands on Gabby's breasts. He marveled at how warm and full they felt. He rubbed his hands all around her mounds, squeezing them, wiggling them, and running his thumbs around her very stiff nipples. Gabby giggled.

"You can fuck them if you want," Gabby said.

Luke smiled. He placed his penis between Gabby's fun bags and squeezed them together. He rubbed his penis back and forth, feeling the softness of her breasts against his member. His arousal increased with each stroke, and soon Gabby could feel the moist precum seeping from the tip of his penis against her cleavage.

"Ooooh," Gabby sighed.

As with her blow jobs, titty-fucking was also one of Gabby's college day specialties. Many times she was not willing to go all out with one of her dates, but she found letting boys rub their dicks between her breasts was an acceptable alternative. As such, she found her tits on the business end of a penis many times throughout her dating life. After a few experiences, Gabby found she greatly enjoyed it, and was quick to offer it to boys once she became intimate with them.

As wonderful as Gabby's breasts felt against his throbbing cock, Luke decided he needed to feel inside her. He lay down, resting his body on top of her, and touched the head of his penis against her labia. He could feel the wetness of her lips against his glans. Gabby giggled. It was like a friendly visitor was knocking on her front door. Gabby spread her legs apart invitingly, and let the visitor inside.

Her vagina was soft and wet. Gabby sighed as Luke's member filled her so fully and thoroughly. She had never been unfaithful to Dan before, but something felt so natural about the way Luke slipped his penis inside her.

"Ooh, Luke," Gabby moaned. Luke began slowly; rubbing inside her smoothly and sensually while he ran his tongue lightly across her neck. Gabby turned her mouth to Luke's and pressed her lips against his. Luke slipped his tongue inside and the two of them shared a warm and passionate open-mouth kiss.

Luke increased his pace, rubbing faster and harder. Gabby's eyes rolled back and she clutched the leg of the nearby sofa.

"Ooooh yes! Harder! Give it to me!" Gabby shouted. Luke went faster, while Gabby thrusted her hips against his as well to increase the friction.

Luke pounded her like a railroad spike, grunting and panting as he worked his tool in and out of her. Wet juices gushed from her pussy with every thrust.

"Oh Luke! Ooooooooooooo!" Gabby clenched her eyes shut. Her husband had never made her moan like this.

"You are...a sensuous woman," Luke said, panting. Gabby was going out of her mind with pleasure. It would not be long before her climax.

"More baby! Give it to me! Faster! Harder!" Gabby shouted.

Luke pounded her faster just as she asked. Gabby's body writhed about in ecstasy. Her left leg twitched involuntarily. Gabby could sense she was about to have the most intense cum of her life.

Gabby bent her knees and grabbed her ankles. She spread her thighs apart as wide as she could, and arched her back so Luke could penetrate her as deeply as possible. Gabby had never been penetrated so deeply or so fully in all her life, by either her husband or any of her past lovers. She moaned loudly, and her pussy juices gushed from her cunt, soaking her thighs and Luke's scrotum.

Luke's penis slid effortlessly up and down her vagina; Gabby's natural lube made for perfectly smooth motion. Gabby put every ounce of her energy into thrusting herself onto Luke's throbbing member.

Luke looked down to see Gabby's bouncing breasts jiggle about in a circular motion. Her stiff nipples looked to be so swollen they were on the verge of bursting. He smiled and thrusted faster.

As Luke increased his speed, his glans rubbed against Gabby's g-spot. Upon feeling the sensation of Luke's rock hard member touching her most sensitive of spots, Gabby's resolve broke. A wave of pleasure shot from Gabby's vagina throughout her entire body. Her arms and legs thrashed about, and Gabby let out a loud howl.

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" Gabby screamed. "Oh God, oh God! Oh God!"

Luke flinched at the mentions of God, but continued thrusting nonetheless. Gabby's labia clutched Luke's shaft like a vice as her orgasm took hold of her body.

Gabby squeezed her eyes closed, and with her mouth open just a slit, she exhaled deeply. She released her grip on her ankles, and let her legs go limp. Her breasts were still, and her nipples gradually softened.

Gabby lay still, waiting for Luke's penis to go limp, but instead it remained erect. Luke removed his penis from within her, and looked her in the eyes.

"That was wonderful, dear," Gabby said, giving a tired smile. "Just wonderful."

Luke brushed his finger across her cheek.

"But I am not finished," Luke said. "Now, turn around."

Gabby stopped cold. She had never, ever done what she thought Luke was about to ask of her. And yet, she felt compelled. With no desire to resist, Gabby turned over and lay on her belly, resting her chin on her hands.

Luke placed his palms on Gabby's back, and sensually ran his fingers from her shoulders down her spine. Gabby giggled at the soft touch of his fingertips, and felt goosebumps form across her skin. Luke continued, and slid his fingers even lower, gliding them across her buttocks and onto her thighs.

With his index fingers, he gently spread apart Gabby's buttocks, so he could see her anus.

"Pretty," Luke mused.

"Really?" Gabby asked, flustered.

Luke stuck his index finger into Gabby's anus, and twisted it around. Gabby grunted in discomfort.

"Yes," Luke said with a smile. "Very tight. You have never been penetrated here before."

"I haven't," Gabby said.

"Good," Luke replied. "This will be very enjoyable for me."

Luke removed his finger and pressed the head of his penis against Gabby's anus. His glans was still wet and slippery from her pussy juices, so he would have little trouble getting inside.

"Spread your legs, love," Luke said.

Gabby opened her thighs, and as she did, Luke grabbed her hips, and squeezed his penis inside her. Despite his large size and tightness of Gabby's anus, the wetness and Luke's strength ensured an easy entry. Gabby could feel her butt cheeks separate as she felt Luke's penis slide completely inside her rectum.

Gabby moaned at the strange sensation. It was oddly pleasant, in spite of the mild discomfort.

"Ah yes," Luke said, as he began thrusting. "This is the way to make love to a woman."

He rocked his penis back and forth inside her. Gabby grunted, and fidgeted about; trying to make Luke's penetration more comfortable. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, and lifted her buttocks as high as she could to give Luke easier access.

Luke adjusted his stance so he was on his knees and continued rubbing against her. He paused briefly to move her thighs farther apart and then resumed his work.

Gabby sighed; feeling surprised at how much she was enjoying being penetrated this way. She rocked her pelvis back and forth in sync with his movements, and her breasts jiggled with her movements.

Luke held his eyes closed and let himself absorb the immense pleasurable feel of Gabby's ass. It made for a much snugger fit than her vagina. The sounds of Gabby's breathing aroused him as well, and he felt his penis grow larger and stiffer inside her.

Gabby pushed harder; as the expanding girth of Luke's penis made it harder to thrust. As she did, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the shiny brass plating on the grandfather clock across the hall from the den.

Gabby could see herself in the mirror; she could see her large bouncing breasts easily, and just above them she could see her tilted back head. Yet oddly, she could not see Luke. She knew he was right above her, she could feel him. And yet, Luke's image was absent from the clock's reflective surface. Gabby began to tremble, and not from her arousal.

"Luke, are you going to cum?" Gabby asked nervously.

"Soon, Gabby, soon," Luke said, between thrusts. Gabby froze. She had not told him her real name.

"Luke. Stop," Gabby said.

"Almost there, dear," Luke said. He grunted, and sighed, and Gabby could feel his cool cream filling her anus.

Gabby squirmed, but Luke held her in place until he was finished ejaculating inside her. As he withdrew his penis, semen dribbled out of her anus and down her thighs. Gabby scrambled to face Luke. Her eyes were wide with fear.

"How did you know my name?" Gabby asked.

"Because you told me, Marcy," Luke said.

"No," Gabby said, climbing to her feet. "You called me Gabby."

Luke shrugged.

"You must have misheard me," Luke said.

"No, I didn't," Gabby said. "I need to leave."

Gabby turned and quickly ran from the den. She could have sworn Luke was a good ten feet behind her, and yet, he wrapped his hand around her mouth and pulled her a step backwards, and she felt her body press against his.

"Let me go!" Gabby was shaking now.

"Never," Luke said, his voice suddenly deeper. "You are mine now."

"No! Please! Let me go!" Gabby screamed. Luke whispered into her ear.

"Gabby Becket, tonight you will die."

Gabby felt her heart sink into her stomach. Desperately, she rammed her elbow into Luke's side and pulled herself free from his grasp. Quickly, she scrambled down the hallway back towards the alcove where the hot tub was located. Gabby grabbed her red cloak from the floor, forgoing the mask, when suddenly, she felt the robe being ripped from her hands, as if it were taken from her by an invisible force. The robe flew towards Luke, who entered the room and grabbed the robe out of the air. He smiled and tied the material around his waist.

"As I said, Gabby, tonight you will die. And when you do, you will die nude."

Gabby's mouth fell open, but she was to petrified to scream. With one arm, Luke lifted Gabby off the ground and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Gabby flailed her arms and legs, but found she was powerless against Luke's inhuman strength. He effortlessly carried her out of the room, down a flight of stairs, and into a dark and dank basement.

When her eyes adjusted to the dark, she found herself surrounded by coffins.

"What is this place?" Gabby gasped.

Luke chuckled and placed Gabby inside a glass coffin resting on a table.

"No, don't lock me in here! No!" Gabby screamed.

Luke shut the coffin lid and locked it closed. He gave a demonic grin; his face looked twisted and distorted through the thick glass.

"Let me out! Please, don't let me die here!" Gabby sobbed. She pounded her palms against the glass, but the lid did not budge. She kicked her feet against the coffin base, but that too, proved ineffective.

Gabby had strong legs from her days as a swimmer. She was on the school swim team every year in middle and high school, which was how she'd gotten such firm thighs. While she was the fastest in her class in middle school, she'd lost that title around eighth grade when her breasts started to grow bigger every year. In spite of her strength, the coffin glass barely quivered against her mighty kicks.

Luke took a step back and admired Gabby's naked body through the clear glass. Her skin was so soft and vulnerable. Her breasts bounced and jiggled about as she flailed her arms and legs against the coffin lid. Luke smiled and walked up the stairs, leaving Gabby alone.

Gabby stopped struggling when she realized Luke was no longer in the room. She broke into tears, and wondered if Dan might be wondering what was taking so long, and if he might have contacted the police yet. She hoped so.

She'd been crying for several minutes, when she noticed a strange tickle on her right foot. She brushed her left foot against it, but noticed a tickle on that foot as well. Gabby looked down and gasped. A large hairy spider crawled across her left foot.

Gabby screamed. She smacked her feet together in an attempt to squish the bug, but it seemed to jump from one of her feet to the other. As she smashed the spider into goo, she soon realized that there was more than one spider in the coffin with her. A lot more than one.

She couldn't tell where they were coming from, but dozens of spiders appeared beneath her feet, and they were crawling onto her legs. Gabby let out a blood curdling scream. To say that she was afraid of spiders would have been a vast understatement. Gabby would refuse to be in the same room as a spider.




Dance with the Devil



Dan was responsible for killing all spiders in the Becket home, and when he was not around, her children or any other person present took on that duty. Gabby was often teased by her relatives regarding an incident that occurred shortly after she and Dan were married. They were staying at Dan's brother Dennis' cottage for a weekend when Gabby had stepped out of the shower only to see a spider on the bathroom counter.

Gabby screamed and refused to step out of the shower, or even grab a towel to cover herself. Dennis was the only one home at the time, and he had to unlock the bathroom door with a pin to answer Gabby's cries. He saw Gabby cowering in the corner of the shower, covering her breasts and pubic hair with her arms, refusing to budge. Dennis disposed of the spider before Gabby finally emerged from the shower.

Later that same night, Gabby and Dan had been making love when Dan noticed a spider descending from the ceiling. Not wanting to interrupt their intimate moment, Dan kept quiet while Gabby, lying on top of him, continued riding him and rubbing her breasts against his chest the way he liked.

Just as Dan was reaching his climax, the spider made its landing directly on Gabby's bare ass. She didn't notice at first, but when the spider began scurrying around on Gabby's naked buttocks, she squealed and tried to scramble off of him. Dan actually had to restrain Gabby so that she didn't pull away before he could finish ejaculating inside her.

As it happened, Gabby's panic-induced flailing actually made Dan's release that much more enjoyable. When Dan was finished, he finally released Gabby so she could brush the spider off of her. Within ten minutes, she was packed up and ready to leave, and the weekend at Dennis' was cut short. They never went back, although Gabby was occasionally subject to pranks such as having plastic spiders planted in her panty drawer.

For this reason, when Gabby found dozens of large, hairy tarantulas crawling up her legs, she had more than a simple panic attack. Her entire body was frozen in sheer terror. Gabby slapped at the spiders, desperately trying to squash them into oblivion. She couldn't tell where they were coming from, but more and more poured through. They crawled up her back, across her belly, between her breasts. She could feel them crawling through her hair, on the soles of her feet, and between her thighs.

Gabby screamed. She screamed louder than she ever had in her life, only to have a spider crawl into her open mouth. She spat the disgusting thing from her mouth and violently thrashed her body against the coffin walls. Left and right she thrashed about, and soon it was enough to topple the coffin from the tabletop and smash onto the floor.

Gabby coughed. She crawled from the glass wreckage, suffering a number of cuts to her palms and knees, and she pulled herself to her feet. Blood dribbled from a long cut on her inner thigh. She scampered across the cold basement floor and desperately brushed the remaining spiders from her body. They seemed to be gone, but somehow, she could still feel them crawling across her skin.

Gabby hurried up the stairs, praying she might be able to make a dash for the front door before Luke returned. As she reached the top step, she could hear footsteps just on the other side of the basement door. Gabby froze. She heard another step. Whoever it was, they were coming closer. She hurried back down the stairs, and cowered behind a large oak coffin resting on the floor.

"Gabby?" she heard Luke say.

Luke slowly descended the basement stairs. Gabby held completely still.

"Gabby?" Luke repeated. He was now dressed in silk black pajamas and slippers. He reached the bottom of the stairs and looked at the shattered glass coffin before him. He smiled. "Come on out Gabby. You can't hide from me."

Luke walked across the basement floor. Gabby could hear the broken glass shards crunching beneath his slippers. The spiders had scattered, but where they had gone Gabby could not see.

"Gabby. Come out now," Luke said, a tone of anger rising in his voice.

He bent down and picked up a glass shard with Gabby's blood on it. Luke licked the blood from the glass and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Almost lazily, the glass shard dropped from his grasp.

Gabby come out now.

Luke repeated, but not out loud. Gabby could hear his voice inside her head.

Gabrielle Louise Wilson-Becket. Show yourself now.

Gabby started to rise, but stopped herself. Gabby felt a wave of panic wash over her, when she realized, even if it was only for a split second, she felt the need to obey him.

"That's right Gabby," Luke said, out loud. "I can make you do anything I want. I can even have you make love to me. You didn't think you did that of your own free will, did you?"

Gabby had to think to for a moment, unsure of what had possessed her to have sex with Luke. He was handsome, he was charming. Seductive and sexy. But had she made love to him out of her own free will? Gabby couldn't answer that question.

"Come on out Gabby," Luke said. "Show yourself."

Gabby felt her pulse race. She held completely still as Luke paced slowly about the basement.

Gabby come out.

Gabby trembled.

You will not refuse me.

Gabby let out a suppressed cry. She could feel her resolve weakening.

You will not. You are strong, but your strength will not serve you here.

"Get out of my head!" Gabby cried, clutching her temples. Luke stopped. He turned to face the oak coffin.

Now Gabby. Rise.

She found herself unable to refuse. Tears pouring from her eyes, Gabby pulled herself to her feet. She turned to face Luke.

"Come to me," Luke said.

Without an ounce of will left in her body, Gabby walked towards Luke.

"Good," Luke smiled. He reached out with one hand, and brushed some dust that had gathered on her body. He wiped his palm across her hip, and with his fingertip, flicked some dust from her right nipple. Gabby held still, not flinching at his touch. "Now. Turn around."

Gabby did as he commanded. Luke grabbed Gabby's body, and pulled her towards him. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him.

"This is how it ends for you, Gabby. So long as you die in my arms, you will not enter heaven when your time comes."

Luke wrapped his right arm around Gabby's torso, and with his left hand, he grabbed her left breast. Softly, he ran his lips across her neck. She could feel his cold breath against her skin.

"Please, I have a family," Gabby pleaded. Luke nodded in understanding.

"They will miss you very much," Luke said.

Now, stop breathing.

As soon as Luke issued the order, Gabby felt her diaphragm lock in place. She opened her mouth to scream, to breathe, but the air in her mouth and nose was still.

Gabby tried to struggle, but found her upper body was immobilized. She could still move

her legs, but not in any way that could improve her situation.

Do you feel that? That, my dear, is fear. That crushing feeling throughout your body. When you enter Hell, you will feel it more strongly than you ever felt it in life.

Gabby thrashed her legs, but felt powerless in Luke's grasp. It was as if she were encased in a prison, and her own body was the cell.

Now give me your blood. Give me your life. Give me your soul.

Gabby felt her arms and legs go limp. If not for Luke's iron hard grip, she would surely be on the floor.

You are mine now.

Luke sank his fangs into Gabby's neck. She let out a silent scream, only to find that made her chest hurt as much as her neck. Her neck felt paralyzed with pain, and she felt as if struggling would only make it worse. Gabby held still, and prayed he would release her soon.

Luke withdrew his fangs from her neck, and pressed his lips to her twin wounds. Sensually, he sucked the blood that seeped from her body.

Gabby felt her heart race, so she knew she was still alive. But she could not breathe. She could not move. And now she could feel her consciousness drifting away.

"You do not have much time left Gabby, but I would like you to know, we will meet again, in Hell," Luke said.

"N-n-no," Gabby managed to gasp.

Would you like to know what Hell is like, Gabby? Well, let me tell you. It is exactly like this. In Hell, I will drink your blood. Every day, I will come to you, and I will drink more of your blood. It will feel exactly like this. You will not be able to breathe. You will not be able to move. You will be in agonizing pain. And I will drink your blood. I will drink your blood every day. Day after day, and it will never end. Ever.

Something told Gabby that this was not a threat; Luke was not trying to intimidate her. Somehow, Gabby got the sense that this is exactly what awaited her as soon as the life left her body. She felt dizzy and realized she didn't have the strength to move her limbs even if Luke had granted her permission. She held still while Luke sucked the blood from her throat.

As the color drained from her skin, Luke released his firm hold on her body, and held her only loosely to keep her from falling.

"This really is a beautiful body," Luke said, squeezing her breast with his palm. "Such sweet, soft, skin. Supple thighs. Wonderful breasts. A shame you can't bring this body with you. I'll have to settle for feasting on just your soul in Hell."

Gabby moaned.

"Now I have one more command for you Gabby. I trust you will have no difficulty complying with it," Luke said.

Die.

And with that command, Gabby obeyed.

Gabby Becket's body was discovered by the police the following morning. Dan, concerned that Gabby hadn't come out even after repeatedly knocking on the front door, contacted the police.

The police found her naked, lying face down on the basement floor with her legs spread open. She had numerous cuts on her palms, knees, buttocks and arms, a cut across her thigh, and two holes in the side of her neck. The coroner ruled her cause of death to be blood loss, although the police found this odd since very little blood was found at the scene of the crime. Additionally, trace amounts of semen were found in Gabby's mouth, vagina and anus matching that of Lukas Balko, who was not found.

Gabby's death shocked the neighborhood, and Dan and his children, Dylan and Jaclyn, received an outpouring of sympathy and support from their neighbors. Her funeral was attended by most of the neighborhood residents, and a great number of Gabby's high school friends. She was dressed in a beautiful blue dress for her wake, however, per Dan's request, the undertaker removed Gabby's dress after the funeral as Dan wished for Gabby to be buried in the nude. Gabby was buried in Green Woods cemetery next to her grandmother.

A year passed without any word of the fate of Gabby's killer, and not a shred of evidence to his whereabouts was found. Dan was thoroughly investigated by the police, and if not for Lukas Balko's DNA being found all over Gabby's body, Dan was sure he would have been the prime suspect.

By Halloween the following year, Dan was not feeling particularly excited about the holiday. The children were spending the weekend at their grandparents, so Dan could spend the day alone with his own thoughts.

Gabby's best friend provided Dan with a number of photos of Gabby in her college days. Gabby was in a bikini in a few of them, so Dan decided to spend the evening masturbating to the more revealing pictures before heading off to bed.

Around six in the evening, Dan had arrived home from the store to see trick-or-treaters were beginning their rounds. Dan retreated inside the house and shut off the porch light. Dropping his keys on the kitchen table, he morosely put away his groceries. He still stocked the refrigerator exactly as Gabby liked, even though he realized it didn't matter anymore. As he went to grab a beer, a noise upstairs startled him. Curiously, Dan made his way towards the staircase.

"Hello?" Dan called up the stairway.

The house was silent, as it had been for the past year. Deciding it was just his imagination, Dan popped open his beer and took a sip.

"Well hello, darling."

Dan gagged and almost spat out his beer. At top of the stairs was a lone figure, dressed in a red cloak and a devil mask. Dan felt his heart sink.

"Trick or treat!" the figure said. She threw open her cloak, revealing a nude female body underneath. Dan froze in shock. Slowly, the figure descended the stairs.

Dan took a step back. He took a glance into the living room, and what he saw horrified him. There, in front of the fireplace, was a tear in the fabric of reality. There was only one thing it could have been. The fire, the screams. It was a gateway to Hell. In his living room.

"I've missed you," the figure said, stepping towards him. She did not shut her cloak. Dan could tell this was not a trick; not an imposter. He recognized those breasts. The figure lifted her mask.

"Gabby," Dan gasped.

"Yes, darling," Gabby said, taking his arm, and putting it around her.

"Now," Gabby said. "Let's dance."



Dance with the Devil



I met her one evening in a room full of beautiful women but she eclipsed them all. As the rest of them flicked their hair and pouted she was almost gliding across the floor with the serenity of a swan. She looked nothing less than spectacular but there was far more to it than that. Her tone revealed mischief and cruel intentions but her eyes were in contradiction, a kaleidoscope of colours spiralling away into infinity and there, hidden in the corners, where no one else had noticed it, was kindness and warmth.

I was my typical idiotic self. A little too confident and trying my best not to let on that I had decided in the first 20 seconds that I needed to have this girl, no matter what it was gonna take. She saw straight through me though and before I'd even had the chance to think of an angle she explained that she was a professional Domme, knows more about D/S than I ever would and that she finds dominant men even more annoying than the pathetic subs that suffer in her dungeon.

"Shit this isn't gonna fly" I thought as I left that night. What a shame.

I spent a couple of days trying to forget about it. I understand the difference between people that play at this like it's a game and people that are born to their role. I feel like I am one and because I've always strived to understand the submissive mind completely, I've even experienced and tried to enjoy submission myself in the past. It's never worked though, I hated every minute of it and I could tell from our short encounter that she was the same.

All I knew about her was her work name. I googled it and found her website and spent a slightly creepy amount of time staring at her pictures. I had no choice, the only way I'd see her again was to book a session.

I arrived at her dungeon with an open mind. I'd been going over and over in my head how I was going to deal with this. The idea of being subservient, compliant and humiliated sounded truly repulsive but I had also considered that perhaps I'd just tried this with the wrong people in the past. A lot of people get a hell of a kick out of this and perhaps I just wasn't looking at it in the right way. She opened the door and I forgot about all of that crap in a heartbeat. Leather clung to her tiny waste and rode up over her ribcage and across her breasts. Her black hair shone in the dim light and those eyes, sparkling delicately sent chills down my spine. Was the kindness still there? I couldn't see it.

Tied to a cross I tried to take my mind somewhere else. I'd put about 7 minutes of effort into trying to enjoy it but now I'd completely given up and had switched over into survival mode. The flogger hit my skin time after time and I shut my eyes and worked on my plan of turning this nightmare into a way of getting to know her.

Like any good Domme she saw what I was doing and ripped me out of that trance and back into her evil clutches. She stood in front of me, forcing me to look at her in all her magnificence and grabbing my cock roughly she demanded it stood to her attention. I simply can't describe the terror as as soon as it did, she took up a meter long bamboo cane and brought it down on it. "Just get through this you stupid fuck!" I repeated to my self over and over again as the pain tore through me.

When it was over and I was trying to gather my composure she smiled at me. Again she could see through me and knew I hadn't enjoyed a moment of it.

"This isn't for you is it?" She asked and I think the kindness had returned.

"No it really isn't," I said with a grin, "But I think I can forgive you if you let me buy you dinner?" I said. I pretty much always know what a girl is going to say when I ask something like that but I must admit that this time, I really wasn't sure. I had taken her by surprise for once though.

"Wow, ok... Well yeah I suppose so," she said with a grin.

"I don't fuck on first dates though," I said as the door closed behind me. I didn't need to see her face to know that I'd surprised her again and I was starting to feel a bit more like myself.

A week or so later I sat opposite her in a restaurant and listened to her incredible stories. I was right and there was far more to her than I'm sure most people see. Maybe they don't look or maybe she doesn't show them. Maybe it was our mutual distain for the human race or maybe we both just felt like there was something new to be learnt here.

Another week on and I received the message I'd been waiting for "would you like to come over and play tonight?" I'd been thinking about her flawless skin, her delicate slender neck and the curve of her lower back all week but I knew that if that message arrived I'd have no idea what it meant. What does play look like for two dominant people? Is this what two gay men feel like when they ballroom dance?

As I climbed the stairs that night I don't mind admitting that I was genuinely nervous. I knew what I wanted to do to her. I was practically drowning in lust and visions of myself tearing off her clothes and clawing at her ass swirled relentlessly around my head. How was I going to control myself now when I really haven't been able to for the past 20 years.

Without words I had hold of her, one hand on her waist and the other cradling her face. I pressed her against the wall and a swift breath passed her lips, mine only inches from them. I was shaking and wondered if she noticed. It wasn't nerves now, it was pure unadulterated sexual energy. As gently as I possibly could, which looking back really wasn't very gently at all I undressed her and explored that masterpiece of a body. Each touch was a battle against myself and I noticed that what I was feeling was almost comparable to rage or anger. I had hold of my own leash so tight that it was killing me whilst delivering me a new level of excitement the like I'd never experienced before.

For hours we walked a line that neither of us really knew existed. Holding back the beast just made him more and more apparent and at times I simply sat back and stared at her lines trying desperately to calm myself and understand how to be this person.

Once inside her my grip often slipped. I felt like my whole body was fighting against me and the unusual sensations were like a drug that I just wanted more and more of. In the moments that I'd usually let go and allow all the rage and anger to explode onto my victim I clung on to restraint by my fingernails. I didn't know what to expect from her but what I got was something I've never quite experienced before. She demanded respect, not through words but through demeanour, she urged me on whilst holding me back, she found a new understanding of what sex is about as she too was in completely new territory and together we explored this brave new world with ever increasing enthusiasm.

As I left I thought to myself "If you really wanna dance, you need to dance with the devil."

We've had so many amazing adventures since that day. We've mapped this territory from end to end. We've cuckolded couples and terrorised subs together in some of the most incredible situations beyond even my imagination. What's more her dark and twisted mind has helped me understand my own better.

The End



Dance with the Devil



The night had finally come. Tonight, the Black Poppies will have sex with the devil.

Lily was running late. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, fixing this and fluffing up that. She wanted to look perfect for him. Although she knew that he would love her as she was, Lily didn't want to be the forgotten whore. She wanted him to want her. She framed her gold hair in barrel curls pinned into an up-do. She wore a translucent white dress that clung to her body, a black corset shaping her voluptuous figure. Over it a cape. All of her belongings were already by the door. She looked at the clock and realized that if she didn't leave now the other poppies would kill her. She quickly grabbed her bag and flew out of her dorm room.

The trail that ran from Sandalwood Hall to Deerneck Forest wasn't far. She had jogged through there plenty of times. She almost had the urge to pick up her heels and go, but she didn't want to break out in a sweat. She wanted to arrive relaxed, poised for what was in store for tonight. Besides, it was too lovely out to blur it with a run. The moon was as pale as bone in a sea of bruised black. It was a cloudless, ominous sky, with even the stars dimmed, but twinkling. Then as she approached the mouth of Deerneck, the jagged teeth of the branches consumed the void. If Lily hadn't taken notice of a tree in front of her, she would have bumped right into it. It had become so dark, she could barely see where she was going. And with the radiant moon now hiding among the trees, it was even harder for her to notice what was in front of her. But, eventually in the distance she saw the small glowing lanterns. And as she strolled closer she could hear the other sisters laughing and talking.

All three had arrived on time. Miranda was pouring sea salt onto the ground. Rita and Richelle were inside its circumference, kneeling in front of a large broken tree stump. As Richelle lit the red and black religious candles, Rita meticulously fixed small relics, pictures and figurines, onto the bark. Rita looked on with love at the crude statues, one of an ebonized goat standing on its hind legs. Another picture featured a handsome hybrid of a man and beast, with fangs bared and eyes like that of a lion. There were other images and crafts scattered among the other relics. There are small postcards of naked women whipped on their backsides. There were wooden figurines of a pair in mid-coitus, sex parts exaggerated and facial expressions theatrical. It made the girls excited as they placed the pictures in the proper place. Rita made sure to pull out of its linen sheath the ceremonial phallus, a smooth long bone that lies at the head of the altar. But, at the sound of footsteps crepitating through the fallen leaves and twigs, she paused. Then, Lily arrived. 

"You're late," Rita said as Lily as she stepped into the circle. Once inside, Miranda sealed their space with salt.

"Sorry," Lily replied, repeating it again so that everyone can hear. But, as the days leading to this moment flew by, the girls became more and more distant. They said less, both to themselves and others. Lily found it odd, but she guessed she couldn't blame them. If everyone showed their true colors they would be ripping their hair out and screaming out of sheer excitement.

"Did you bring your offering?" Richelle asked Lily.

"Of course," she answered. Lily scurried to the altar and knelt down beside Richelle. She pulled out a velvet drawstring pouch.

"Are you offering jewelry or something?" Richelle asked, balking at such an idea.

But, Lily shook her head. "No, something even better," she asked. "Something he will cherish years after our ritual is complete."

"All of our gifts are eternal." Lily looked up and saw Miranda standing behind her. "Not one of us here would offer up anything less than precious. Besides, the offerings we give him tonight are symbols of the undying devotion we promise to him. Forever." 

Lily rolled her eyes. "Yes, Miranda. I know. I got the memo." As she snickered to herself, the other girls gave her a sideways glance. She wasn't surprised. Even after two years of meeting with The Black Poppies to pay homage to the fallen angel, they still hadn't accepted her truly as one of their own. Tonight, all but Lily had their responsibilities. Miranda was to bless the salt and cast the circle. Rita and Richelle were to erect the altar. Lily? Don't be late. That was it.

They proceeded as planned. Using a compass, each girl put their gifts at the foot of the altar and stood on a specific point within the circle. Miranda stood on the northern tip of the circle. Lily to the South. Rita was on the east and Richelle was to the west. Their arms floated up to the sky, outstretched with their eyes shut. Miranda walked deosil around the circle with a small stalk of sage burning in her hand. She chanted the special rune for the circle, a chant that Lily herself had tried to memorize. But it was so long and riddled with latin and other gibberish that she couldn't bring herself to press it to memory. Even deosil, synonymous for clockwise, was something she had to remind herself of. As she stood there, she thought of nothing else but her lover hiding in the shadows. It was the only reason she joined this stupid club to begin with. Since she was a young girl, Lily had dedicated her entire life to the devil. She knew she would be in his service soon, and she will bow down to him with grace and awe.

"Lily!" Rita yelled. "It's your turn!"

When Lily opened her eyes, she realized that everyone was watching her. "What?"

"It's your turn for the invocation," Rita replied. When she shrugged, Rita rolled her eyes. "Calling your quarter?"

"Oh! Of course!" Lily perked up and shook off her fantasies. Then, she closed her eyes. With her arms over her head, the tips of her forefingers and thumbs touching to make a triangle, she began to speak: "O golden angel of the burning South, Ruler of flames and lightning, Come to our Circle from out of the fiery pits of hell and bring us enlightenment! Grant us your blessings and unleash to us your fury! Hail and be welcome!"

The other women repeated in unison. "Hail and be welcome!" After they moved on to call the remaining directions, then commenced with another chant for the four elements. Lily both hated and loved this extra invocation; she hated it because she thought it was unnecessary and delayed the entire ritual, and loved it because what immediately followed was the invocation of the Dark Lord himself.

"In the name of Satan," Richelle shouted. "Ruler of the earth and commander of darkness. Bestow your infinite fury onto me." She then dropped to her knees, bowing to the center of the circle.

Miranda went next: "Open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss to greet me as your daughter, lover, sister and servant!" She, too, fell to her knees and bowed.

"I have taken thy name," Lily said. "As a part of myself! I live as the boars of the field, rejoicing in the fleshly life!" Lily fell to her knees.

"Come forth and answer to your names," Rita said. "By manifesting my desires!'

After Rita fell and bowed to her knees, they began to chant the myriad of names that the Devil went by: Behemoth, Baphomet, Diabolus, Azazel. Mastema, Astaroth, Ishtar, and Naamah. The names fell from their lips like water, baptizing the circle in which they were working their magic. When the invocation was over, they sealed their chant with a final verse: "In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi!"

And now began the true heart of the ritual. Miranda had a radio waiting nearby inside the circle. She quickly knelt down and pressed the play button. Some sensual music began to linger through the air. Its melodies were exotic, a subtle, high-spirited blend of stringed instruments and arabic beats. The four women danced into a line and began to untie their corset laces. They each helped each other, loosening and prying the corsets away from their bodies until they finally fell to the floor like leathery eggshells. Lily and Richelle, the newest sisters and the youngest, danced around one another while Rita and Miranda grabbed some items from the altar. Rita passed the goblets to the other sisters, while Miranda danced with the athame, running its bladed tip against her thigh. Next, Rita reached for the carafe of wine.

The tribal beats and rattles reverberated through the forest ground, as if a menacing band of rebels were playing for the girls, in sync with the fever of the ritual increasing by the minute. The girls had removed their flowing dresses. Their dances became more primal. Rather than frolicking and jumping through the air, the poppies grind against the floor like serpents. Sometimes they slithered around each other or writhed uncontrollably on the floor. Lily moaned and wailed. Richelle and Rita had started a small bonfire in the center of the circle. Each sister took turns jumping across it while the flames were still tame, but temperamental. Barely on the throes of an ecstatic frenzy, Lily didn't see how the devil would thrill is such a mild gathering. From where she stood, they looked like a bunch of schoolgirls who had watched "The Craft" and went to Lilith Fair one too many times. And while that was mostly true, their night of revelry had just begun.

Everyone knew the rules and took them seriously. A prick to the skin, then let the blood drop in. Lily was given the athame first. She was new and, although she had been through many rituals with the other Black Poppies, this was the first time they ever shared each other's blood. It was one more way of proving herself. So, Lily took the dagger's tip to the fattiest part of her plump breast. Wincing, she felt the burn and tear of the nerves, then the flow of blood. Ruby droplets plummeted and disappeared into the dark wine. She licked up the rest of her blood, and enthralled by Lily's unorthodox move, the other girls followed suit. They almost elbowed one another to get their hands on the athame. Richelle was the next to grab it. Her incision was long and slow, the blood flowing from her like a necklace. It poured from her breast into the carafe. Rita's green eyes lit up and her mouth immediately clung to Richelle's wound. Lily watched in shock as Rita sucked the blood from Richelle's petite breast. Meanwhile, Miranda passed the carafe to Lily. Miranda made a smaller incision in her own petite breast, squeezing a couple of tear-sized drops into the liquor. Then, they danced over to Rita, her lips stained with blood. Miranda handed her the athame while Lily held the carafe. Rita roared as the athame penetrated through her supple dark skin. Her small breasts were covered in red, she flowed into the carafe.

The goblets were distributed, the wine poured. And they all took a fateful drink. Within minutes, the carafe was emptied. And the girls flickered and fluttered as rapidly like the passionate flames of the bonfire. Lily and the others danced towards the altar, where sitting on the edges of the black ceremonial cloth were their offerings. It was during this part of the ritual that Lily could hear someone charging towards them in the distance. The leaves rustled violently, the twigs shattered and it sounded like glass breaking in her ear. As she stepped forward and got down on her knees, her eyes focused on the immaculate altar before her. All of the representations of Lucifer felt ersatz, especially since she could already feel his presence nearby. She sensed him like a haunting orgasm. Her pussy throbbed. Sweat flushed her fair skin. Lily felt like she was no longer in control of her body. And it was then she thought she must have passed out already, the rest of what was to happen just a vivid dream.

Lily retrieved her pouch from the row of gifts. She pulled on the drawstrings, opening its mouth to pull out a lock of her cinnamon red hair. She revered the grotesque sculpture of Baphomet seated high on top of the altar. "For a night of your desire," she said. "I give you a virginal lock of my hair." She placed the braided curl on a gold, polished plate in front of the altar. As she stood up, the other girls pushed her back on the floor. "What are you doing?" She asked. But the girls didn't immediately answer. Rita pinned her hands down while Richelle grabbed ahold of her legs. She sat on her stomach and splayed her limbs.

Lily's eyes widened at the sight of Miranda. She had donned a long, black hooded cape and a skull mask. In her hands she held the phallus. Richelle and Rita's grins perversely widened as they watched the head-priestess kneel down in front of Lily's writhing body. They began to chant: "Come forth, Oh Great Satan, make thy presence manifest..."

As they continued on with their invocation, Miranda began to talk as well: "Her loins are aflame, Dark Lord! Nectar drips from her eager cleft..." As she spoke, Lily's pussy flooded. The growing fear knotted in her stomach traveled down between her legs. Her violent writhing dissolved into a restless slink, her skin on fire and prickling at its surface. Then she heard Miranda say: "In the names of the great harlot of Babylon, and of Lilith, and of Hecate, may her lust be fulfilled." In it plunged, searing through Lily's virginal flesh. When she moaned, Rita pressed her lips against Lily's, swallowing her lustful screams while her fingers playfully pinched her nipples. When Lily's legs were loose and rubbery, Richelle spat globs of drool onto her forefinger and middle finger, using them to rub her bulbous clitoris. Whatever brief fears or apprehensions Lily had felt were smoldering, keeping her hot and florid as her body was deluged with desire.

Rita sat on top of Lily's face, smothering her while she fondled her milky breasts. "Fuck her harder, head-priestess," she said with a sneer. "She can take it!"

"Prick her anus," Richelle said. "Her ass must be pliable for Him." 

Miranda heeded, rhythmically sliding the cock in and out of Lily's melting flesh. Lily's tongue clung to Rita's clitoris, her tongue teasing a hot bulb of nerves. Rita gyrated above her. Lily's own cunt was numb, with stifled explosions of passion erupting within her. Miranda fucked her harder with the bone, and that stifled feeling within Lily simmered before it exploded into an orgasm. Ecstasy poured through her body, and she could feel the energy of the other sisters seeping into her as well. Lily breathed in the pungent musk of sweat-laced pussy, how heavily aroused Rita was as the ritual continued. She could hear the lewd wailing of the women around her, the sound of the air stroking her wetness as the phallus slides out of her slickness. Lily heard Rita wailing, then she could feel her pussy lips undulate, the muscles throbbing uncontrollably. Then, Rita's dew gushed into Lily's mouth. She slurped down the juice, feeling the wet orgasm spread across her cheeks and over her chin.

As Rita fell off of Lily's face. Miranda drove the glistening solid bone through Lily's tight anus. Feeling that formidable girth penetrate through her made Lily see red. She screamed, wanting Miranda to stop, But once her sight returned, she could see Him lurking through the darkness. His eyes were bright black, opal that sparkled. Steamed jetted from his large nostrils. And he watched Lily with an aching desire. Miranda fucked her harder in the ass with the phallus, while Richelle and Rita licked at her pussy like dogs. But Lily's eyes were only on Him. In His large hands was his rigid member, the engorged flesh a shade darker than the rest of his black body. She could hear Him growl, feel the weight of His desire crush against her body. She looked at Him, gyrating her hips moaning His many names over and over. Her lips moved faster than her mind could process, as if to say his names were to breathe or blink, involuntary and effortless. She climaxed again, a hot fever running through her body that made her feel nauseous, intoxicated. When Miranda pulled the phallus out of her chasmal butt hole, steam rose from its long shaft.

The rest of the night was a blur. The Black Poppies caroused throughout the evening. When Lily first woke up, she thought she was back at Sandalwood Hall, in her bed where she belonged. But, then the smell of burnt wood roused her back to reality. She opened her eyes and both marveled and moaned at the sight of a clean, blue sky. Wisps of white clouds floated across the landscape. She heard the other girls grumbling around her. She sat up. Every time she tried to move, Lily fet the soreness in between her thighs. She saw two other bodies, Rita's chocolatey lithe physique intertwined with the pale-skinned Richelle, her curvy leg lazily draped over Rita's perky behind. In the center of the circle was the pool of charred ashes from the bonfire the night before. As Lily stared into the black stain, bits and pieces of the night before suddenly came back to her. Her eyes floated over their almost motionless bodies. There was one missing. Miranda. She was gone. Her cape and skull mask was left behind.

"It happened," Richelle muttered. "Didn't it? I can't remember." She gave Rita a repulsed look. She crawled out of her embrace. When she finally realized she was naked, she quickly reached for Miranda's cape and covered herself up.

Lily stood up. "Miranda!" She called. "Miranda!" Then, a vision came back to her. The Dark Lord's eyes. The scorching thrust of his penis as it was surged through her. Lily caught an ominous chill. "He did come," she replied. "I remember him... being with me."

Rita and Richelle turned to one another. Then, something caught Rita's eye. Her once bewildered expression transformed a look of fright. Her finger shakily floated up and pointed to the Baphomet statue on top of the altar. As it did last night, it was immortalized in a seated position. His hoofed legs were kicked up and his head was tossed back as if he was in mid-chuckle. His wild eyes were squinted shut, but his jagged teeth gleamed as he laughed. What hadn't been there before was the phallus used in last night's ritual. It was fixed in between his thighs.

Against Lily and Richelle's objections, Rita removed the Baphomet statue, made heavy from his newly endowed genitalia. Upon closer inspection, the phallus was clean and as black as the Baphomet himself. She pulled on it but it wouldn't budge. "I don't remember this being on here," she said. "But, then again I don't remember much." She turned to Lily. "Miranda might have headed back to the dorms."

Richelle pointed to the gold plates at the bottom of the altar. "Look!" She shouted. "The offerings are gone." 

The girls gathered around the scene, and upon further fishing around their campsite they could not find traces of neither Miranda nor the gifts they left behind. But, Lily did spot something odd. She put on her white dress, which did little to veil her nude body, and crept over to a gathering of bushes surrounded by a large group of tall thin trees. It was there that the smell of burning wood grew strong. But there was no ash. There was no burnt wood that she could see.

Since then, none of the women mentioned that night again. Miranda never returned to the dorms. She had been missing ever since.