PAGAN NIGHTS

Dianne’s life had been one frustrating let down after another. She had been the third runner-up for prom queen in high school, she had been rejected by the sorority she wanted to pledge in college, and both her sisters had large church weddings while she was stuck with a simple civil ceremony with two strangers as witnesses.

All this left her wondering when it was going to be her turn to be the center of attention and to have her time in the spotlight or had that ship already sailed? She was now thirty-five and it looked like the rest of her life was destined to be just as unfulfilling as the first part.

Dianne decided to shake things up when her husband Tom brought up the idea of going to a swinger’s club because of some TV shows he had seen. At first, she resisted the idea assuming that he was just looking for an excuse to fuck other women, then she decided, “Oh what the hell it might be fun and if it doesn’t work out, I can always use it as an excuse to dump his ass and move on.”

They tried one swinger’s club and two private parties which were not bad, certainly something different and they did provide some escape from her boring life. To her surprise, her husband spent little time chasing other women, and instead, he was mainly fixated on watching her with other men even if she was not having sex with them.

At one of these parties, a woman told her about a group that was a little different than she might like. She checked into and it was not your typical swinger group in fact at first, she thought it might be a cult or something. The best way to describe them is a bunch of former Harry Potter geeks that were into Wiccan with some pagan rituals with kinky group sex thrown in. It did not sound like her cup of tea, but it certainly was different, and she wanted to try some new adventure to blow her skirt up.

Dianne met a couple of female members for lunch a few days later even though she had a preconceived notion that she was not really into that sort of thing. The women invited her to attend one of their smaller parties to just observe and see for herself what they were all about.

They explained that is an honor to offer herself up as the center of the ritual as the embodiment of the Goddess of life and the primary player in a ceremony recreating the act of creation. The male participants pay their tribute to the Goddess, and then, after being prepared, she is taken to the heights of sexual empowerment by a well-endowed mystery man.

The scared offering must be a married woman who not only gives herself, but her husband must also give up his martial right for the glory and fulfillment of his wife and to demonstrate his service to the goddess of life and fertility as well.

You are only required to have sex with one man selected by the group for his special sexual prowess. Like you, he is a symbol of life and fertility.

After the ceremony, we party and engage in group sex and you can have sex with as many men as you wish or none. Your husband will be allowed to have sex with other women but only the ones you choose and not with you since he has surrendered his conjugal rights for the evening as an offering to the Goddess.

They explained if you agree, then we will explain the process to your husband for you and let the both of you decide if you want to participate in the ritual or not. It was a lot for her to take in. The woman offered her some time to think about it. At the end of lunch, as the dessert tray was brought by for her to select, she made her choice of both the desert and to participate in the ritual.

“Oh, what the hell I wanted to try and spice up my life and try new things this about as new and different as it gets so sure why not, okay I will do it.”

When she got home, Dianne talked to her husband not quite sure what his reaction would be with her taking part in such a ritual with a group of people they barely know. To her surprise and amazement, he was excited about the whole thing. He had been approached already by one of the guys in the group whose wife had taken part in the same ceremony. She still was not completely convinced but decided, for now, she would go ahead with it.

They had three days to change their mind before the event. They kept daring and taunting each other about going through with it. When the big day arrived, it was far worse than her wedding day ever was, her nerves were completely shot, and she was both excited and scared as hell.

On the day of the event while eating breakfast Dianne almost chickened out, the same in the shower getting ready to go. That evening as they got in the car to leave and her husband closed the car door, she almost chickened out again. By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Dianne stopped obsessing and decided to get her head in the game.

They arrived at the address given to them just around sunset. It was an older industrial area and the building looked like an old warehouse with blacked-out windows. They entered the building into what looked like a small waiting room dimly lit and rather unpretentious. One of the ladies from her lunch meeting greeted them with a little small talk before leading them to an old office with a desk where they could change clothes and store their personal belongings.

In the middle of undressing, two women in black velvet robes walked in and announced they were there to help prepare her for the ceremony. They proceeded to finish undressing Dianne folding her street clothes into neat little piles along with her purse. Her husband Tom was pushed back out the way and greatly perturbed that they were acting as if he was not even in the room.

The two women began to dress her in a sheer full-length white dressing gown with nothing underneath. Dianne’s semi-erect nipples and the outline of her thighs shown through the thin material both reveling and still hiding enough of her body to create an air of mystery and anticipation about what was underneath.

The two women then guided them down a hallway and through a set of double doors into a large open area only partially lit making her apprehensive about what might happen next.

There was a group of about forty people standing just inside the doorway talking and holding wine and cocktail glasses in a kind of receiving line. The hooded forms were both men and women in black robes which were untied allowing them to hang open revealing the naked bodies underneath. Dianne and her husband were the only ones not wearing a mask.

“You are the chosen one, are you not?” asked an older distinguish looking gentleman with dark slightly graying hair and a mustache who was the leader of the group.

Dianne answered in the affirmative not certain if that was what she was supposed to do or not.

He then turned and announced to the crowd. “She offers her body and proclaims herself a servant of the Goddess of life. Does anyone dispute her right to be chosen and to receive this gift?” There were no challenges offered.

“Who offers this woman?” he then asked.

“I do,” Tom answered in a shaky unsure voice. “I am her husband.”

She had often wondered if her husband would go through with it when the time came or if he would try and stop her.

“The husband surrenders his marital rights to her womb as an offering to the Goddess.”

She was then paraded around the room by the older gentle for each of the members to see. Dianne was then escorted over to the wall by the two women where her hands were shackled above her head. The woman then removed her sheer gown leaving her standing there completely naked and exposed.

Each of the hooded men and woman one by one approached and inspected her body first touching and caressing her face and then exploring some of the more intimate parts of her torso, softly at first and then more roughly while reviewing her reaction to the invasion of her physical being.

The leader of the group then continued, “Do we all agree she is a worthy gift for the goddess. That her body should be the sacred vessel that should receive the sacrament as a surrogate for the Goddess.”

They all answered “eye” to convey their approval.

“You are here and now selected by those present in this place as the vessel of the Goddess.”

He then turned to the two women in waiting.

“Take her to the breeding altar.”

The two women undid her shackles and led Dianne to a section of the cavern-like chamber that previously had been completely dark.

The lights in that area were slowly turned up to reveal a large, padded table made up as an altar. Next to the sacrificial altar was a young black stud wearing a mask and dressed in a leather harness with a small loin cloth covering his groin area. Dianne was told he was brought in from out of town just for this ceremony and was well paid to play the part. Dianne was not sure who finds and selects these men, but they knew exactly what every woman desire in a breeding stud.

He was well built with a muscular frame, tight six-pack abs, and a firm sexy ass that needed to be grabbed with both hands. She marveled at his large biceps and started to imagine him using them to pull her up onto his cock and those muscular legs perfect for trusting his whole body into her for deep penetration where his sperm could do the most damage or good.

Finally, that magnificent black cock the kind of cock she wanted to fall to her knees and worship. Being taken by a man like him was what she was made for and nothing else could ever fulfill her needs more than being ravaged by him. If she was going to throw herself on a sword that was the one, she wanted to be impaled on.

Dianne could see from their body language that the other men in the room were intimidated by this magnificent male specimen. They tried to look stoic and uninterested, but they were hiding their private parts with their hands or closing their robes that previously had been hanging wide open proudly displaying their manhood for all to see.

Dianne could only imagine what her husband Tom was thinking right now. He was required to stand behind her in a place of reverence to acknowledge her special status for the night. If he wanted to watch her fuck another man, she was more than willing to oblige him with this dark God of a man.

She knew she had this young black stallion for only one night and she would never see him again, so she had better use her time with him for all it was worth.

Dianne was ceremoniously conveyed over to the padded table and then slowly turned around to face the crowd that was now chanting some verse in a strange language that was unfamiliar to her.

The two women on either side of the table laid her back gently making sure she was in a comfortable position. She whispered to one of the women at her side “Are you not going to formally introduce us before we have sex?”

“No” she replied “Tonight neither of you have any worldly names you are just two cosmic bodies joined for a short moment in time to reenacting the creation of the universe with the merging of your bodies and the orgasmic explosion created by your sexual act.”

Dianne was attempting to sort out in her mind exactly what to hell that meant when the crowd began chanting a new and different verse. The leader of the group then motioned to the young black stud and he immediately repositioned himself at the foot of the table where the two women in waiting removed his loincloth and began taking turns stroking his manhood to prepare it for use.

Dianne was perceptibly disappointed; she was hoping to perform that hand job and many other acts of foreplay to that magnificent black cock herself.

One of the two women suddenly broke off her manual stimulation of his black male member and redirected her attention to Dianne’s body. She positioned herself perfectly on her knees between Dianne’s thighs and then began to gently flick her hot tongue over Dianne’s clit tracing her pussy lips slowly licking lightly around places Dianne had never imagined a tongue exploring before. Her fingers were now pressing deep into Dianne’s pussy causing her juices to begin to trickle slowly down her inner right thigh. Dianne was wet now and ready for her lover.

The other female attendant was now sucking the sacred cock just enough to get it fully erect and ready to penetrate Dianne. The two women broke off their separate activities within moments of one another and moved off to the side. The young stud acknowledged the gesture and slowly climbed up onto the altar with the graceful movements of a cheetah hovering over Dianne ready to sexually devour her.

Dianne chewed her lip as she contemplated her duties that she was about to perform. The dark man sensed her momentary reluctance and brought his hand down to her cheek and kissed her lips.

Dianne looked down and saw his swollen cockhead approaching her pussy, and as she felt it graze her outer lips, she shuddered, and her eyes grew wide. He held his throbbing cock firmly in his right hand while he grabbed her hips with his left to make their bodies join in unison. The head of his cock was now pressing just inside her swollen pussy lips making her aware of how massively huge and thick his cock was. He hesitated for a moment, but Dianne’s body responded by pressing her groin firmly into his body pushing the head of his cock into her pussy slowly feeling him push past her outer lips to find her cunt stretching and yielding to his full length urging him to fill her up with his rock-hard member.

Reassured that he was good to go he moved his other hand to hold her hips firmly in place as he began a series of long hard slamming thrust. The man fucked her like a wild beast, wild and primal the sounds of their union echoing off the walls, filling the air with an erotic melody of slapping skin on skin with an occasional grunt and her moans of pleasure.

Dianne felt his cock thundering in and out of her, making her body shake with the unrelenting force of his thrusts. She did her best to steady herself on the table as his hips crashed against hers, making her entire body shake with each impact. Crying out with lust Dianne urged her lover onward, to take her harder, faster, deeper, her whole body was now flushed and quivering with intense pleasure.

With seemingly endless stamina, the dark god of a man thrust himself deeper, spearing his thick cock in and out of Dianne’s eager entrance, his shaft buried in her up to the base before withdrawing, only to plunge it again even deeper than before.

With a sudden, piercing cry, she felt herself fall over the edge, and her legs instinctively tightened as she began to climax. Pinned underneath her lover, trapped by his chest and arms there was nothing she could do but moan as her body began to spasm. She felt the muscles in her abdomen contract, squeezing her pussy tight around the thick shaft inside her, quivering as he fucked her through her orgasmic spasms and beyond.

His thrusting grew more intense with his hips slamming forward one last time and his cock began to erupt blasting wave after wave of cum into her womb. Feeling his cock twitching Dianne moaned as the hot spurts of semen began pulsating into her.

The two-lay panting on the padded makeshift altar her body streaked with sweat, and her face bright red with a mixture of arousal and exhaustion. Dianne tried to catch her breath, her eyes were glazed over and her mouth dry. She let him recover from their fierce lovemaking until finally breaking apart. Dianne’s head fell back on the padding and the young stud rolled onto his side with his arm reaching across Dianne’s waist gently embracing her.

They rested there for a few seconds before realizing that the crowd of people watching them was getting restless. He got up and returned to the spot he had previously occupied standing just off to the side of the padded table. Dianne pushed herself up on one elbow still lying on the ceremonial altar not exactly sure what she was required to do next.

The deed was done, and the crowd gathered around to inspect the finished product.

The leader of the group was the first to compliment the Nubian God that had bred Dianne for a job well done and told him to enjoy himself everything there was for his enjoyment. Two women different from the ladies in waiting that had served Dianne assisted him in putting on his loincloth and then enthusiastically escorted him away asking if they could do anything special to please him.

Various members of the group moved in closer to the altar and congratulated Dianne. One of the ladies from her initial lunch date asked if it were everything, she had hoped it would be?

Dianne replied, “To be honest I was hoping for something more.”

“Oh, my dear the night is just getting started. You are the Queen of the ball you can have any man that you want or as many as you want, just indicate the ones you like, and I will bring them to you. They are all here to serve you and meet your needs they consider it an honor to be asked to have sex with you and to be chosen by you.”

The two serving women then wrapped Dianne in a long white gown purposely left open in the front with nothing underneath so that everyone could inspect and admire her violated womb dripping with the scared seed of the god of a man who had just used her as his vessel. Dianne being raised as a good Catholic it all seemed like such an unholy act, but right now here in this place she did feel like a Goddess and was enjoying the attention.

The other part of the chamber was then opened revealing a banquet hall with food and a fully stocked bar. There were two hot tubs set up along with a variety of soft fabric and leather furniture and even three mattresses on the floor. There was a small stage at one end and a large round bed covered in red satin sheets in the center of the room.

The group removed their ceremonial robes in favor of total nudity while still wearing a mask and then proceeding over to the party area for some food and drinks. There was some soft music playing in the background. It was now a much more relaxed and casual setting with people laughing and sharing stories.

In the corner, the young black stud had set up shop, keeping his mask on while all the women made a pilgrimage over to where he was sitting to touch his body and stroke even nibbling at it. Some would set in front of him spread their legs and play with their pussy in front of him offering their bodies to him for his pleasure. He enjoyed the attention and the offers but stayed at his post and acted almost regal in his demeanor.

Dianne found her husband sitting on a couch with two naked middle-aged women offering solace and emotional support for his potentially deflated male ego. He immediately began trying to explain to Dianne that nothing was happening when she walked up. She had him trained well feeling guilty even when he had not done anything wrong. She smiled and permitted him to enjoy himself with whomever he wanted but just for tonight. Dianne did not care who he fucked but he seemed to enjoy some restrictions, so she gave it to him.

As Dianne strolled around the large room different women would occasionally bring her food and drinks. She enjoyed surveying her kingdom watching a few people already having sex, but most were just talking, verbally building up the sexual tension that would undoubtedly end up with a good hard fucking for someone.

She took her time to observe the interpersonal dynamics of the group of strangers that had observed her being ravished for their enjoyment. She noticed most of the group were wearing wedding rings and after a while, she could tell who was married to whom by watching them when they were together.

An evil thought crossed Dianne’s mind remembering how a skank back in high school had stolen or fucked her boyfriend behind her back on more than one occasion. The thought of having sex with married men especially the ones with jealous wives did intrigue her. It was a good way to test her power as the queen of the ball.

Then it occurred to her, “Damn this might be her only chance for a gangbang, and she could choose the men she wanted. Holy shit, it is good to be the Goddess.”

She began another stroll around the room this time with the specific purpose of selecting which men she would include in her kinky work detail.

The young black stud was an obvious choice but this time she was going to fuck him her way. The other reason was to tear him away from the sluts who were throwing themself at him to show the power she had as the sex Goddess for the evening.

The other male participants would be selected based upon an athletic build, tight ass, nice face, and a proper size visually pleasing circumcised cock. She circulated through the room twice not revealing her slutty intentions. Dianne stopped occasionally to fantasize how each potential candidate might look fucking her missionary style. She finally decided on four men that would meet her basic criteria.

Two of the men, Jack and Brian, were both married so she waited until they were talking to their wives before approaching them and commanding that their presence and penis would be required for her pleasure at the circular bed in twenty minutes, no sex with anyone else before then. The look of surprise and indignation on the faces of their wives was priceless.

Her final selection was a single Latin male with a husky build named Manny. He had a fat cock and an animalistic quality about him that made her want him just for the fun of it. She approached him and exclaimed, “I am looking for some special men to serve my needs at the circular bed in twenty minutes please be there to serve your Goddess.” He smiled and responded, “Your wish is my command, my lady.”

Now she needed to determine exactly how she was going to choreograph it. Pulling a train or having a gangbang with multiple men all fucking her at the same. “God, was she going to do this?”

The visual in her head of pulling a train was appealing with a line of men standing in a queue all naked stroking their cocks preparing to have sex with her. One at a time each pumping cum inside her finishing up to immediately to be replaced by the next horny man in line returning to the end of the line in a never-ending circle of men and sex until she could not take anymore and passed out from exhaustion.

On the other hand, the image of a group of three or four men simultaneously fucking her at the same time was one of her favorite masturbation fantasies.

Finally, it was decided, she wanted them all at once and she wanted it rough. She needed to be ravished by a group of men all at the same time.

The twenty minutes were nearly up as she wandered over to her young black co-star from earlier in the evening and informed him that she required one more duty from him. His harem of admirers voiced their disappointment, but he agreed to her demands, and Dianne led him by the hand to the center of the room and climbed onto the round bed with him stopping to remove his loincloth before taking his place alongside her.

“I know we are not supposed to have names but what should I call you?” Dianne asked. “Call me James like James Brown since I am a sex machine,” he replied. “Oh God not too full of himself, is he?” Dianne thought to herself.

The other three male participants soon joined them, and a crowd of observers gathered around to enjoy the spectacle. The men in her group all kept their masks on as if the scene were not kinky enough already.

Dianne quickly surveyed the faces and bodies of the onlookers shuffling around the room to get a good vantage point to watch the action. Her mind was spinning with fear and apprehension, in contrast to her body which was flooding with sexual anticipation. Her vagina was getting very wet and was tingling, her skin felt electric with expectation as she held her position with her legs straight, her muscles taut, and pussy wet, open, and ready for sex.

Before she could think of anything to break the awkwardness of the moment, James started running his hand through her raven black hair, before pulling her head backward and kissing her aggressively. She felt another pair of hands on her thighs, firmly parting her legs and exposing her as the men began to circle her like a pack of hungry wolves taking up position around their prize. Her heart pounded as she let the lust-filled men grope and feel her up. Her back was to the members of the club and she began thinking. “How many strange people were watching her right now?”

She decided to take the lead. “Well boys, this is supposed to be a gang-bang, who gets the first blow job.”

That seemed to have the desired effect of getting the group focused on the job at hand and soon each man offered up their man pole for her selection. She sighed at the feast before her, a varying array of cocks in different shapes and sizes standing very much to attention for her inspection and pleasure.

Dianne positioned herself in front of the first guy Brian and slipped his throbbing member past her lips and deep into her mouth, her tongue running over the tip of his phallus as it swelled, tasting his sweet pre-cum. She guided it into her throat as her head bobbed up and down and his penis swiftly becoming covered in her saliva.

She looked up at the eyes of the naked men gathered around her letting all the guys see how good she was sucking Brian; their cocks were now stirring to life and they began stroking them in anticipation.

Dianne reached out to another penis moving towards her, letting Brian’s slide out of her mouth and quickly replacing it with the next one in line.

It was not long before she was being passed around, large hands maneuvering her head around the circle of horny men as she struggled to keep up with demand for her services taking cock after cock in her mouth and working it vigorously until the next one was thrust between her lips.

She kept this up for a couple of minutes until she could not take any more and wanted their hands and mouths on her body.

She made it known she wanted them to use her. Dianne suddenly felt a multitude of strong manly hands touching her, groping her and running their fingers up the inside of her thighs to stroke her wet pussy. She squirmed at each stranger’s touch wanting it needing it enjoying the sensation on her skin.

She soon found a mouth on one nipple sucking on it, while another mouth was on her other nipple and a third was using his tongue to flick her clit and probe her pussy with two fingers thrusting and rubbing hard and fast eventually hooking his fingers up to find her G-spot while tonguing her clit.

She moaned loudly into the mouth of the man who was kissing her, as her hands reached out and grasped two cocks instantly moving up and down on them gripping them gently but firmly in both hands each prick twitching and throbbing in her tight grasp.

She was getting more and more excited but still felt very much in control, and she did not want that, she wanted to be out of control, and to be used by these men.

She fell on her back on the bed, legs spread wide, glistening vagina exposed as she slid a hand down to it, opened her labia, and rubbed her clit.

“I thought we were here to have a gang-bang,” she asked provocatively in a low sexy voice.

There was laughter from all around the group, a lot of different voices making macho statements about how they should proceed.

“You boys decide which hole you want to fill among yourselves. I just wanted to be used for sex by all of you.”

That was the signal for the real action to begin.

She was soon being moved, positioned by many strong hands. Jack took her left boob in his mouth and began fondling it. A stiff cock slipped along up her glistening folds and was driven slowly into her body and she took him in balls deep. She writhed with pleasure as she enjoyed the first penetration filling her up to the hilt.

He pushed into her slowly then after a dozen deep thrusts into her love hole, he was replaced by another man’s cock invading her pussy pumping eagerly with a machine-like rhythm, then another and another as each took their turn inside her. The men were tag teaming her now, pounding into her pussy as fast and as hard as they could until they began to tire, as soon as that happened the man doing the fucking was pulled to the side and another rock-hard penis was slammed into the gaping wet pussy. She was getting the rough hard gang bang sex she wanted.

The only sound that could be heard emanating from the room was the slap of flesh on flesh as the aroused men hammered into the horny woman who was being used by all of them. It was all a blur as each time a new dick thrust into her, she sighed with pleasure, enjoying the different size shape, and feel of it.

Her body was responding on its’ own now, her mind was completely lost in wild and lust-fueled thoughts of being fucked and filled with the cum of all these different men. Her twat was clamping and holding on to each cock as it punished her, her hips pushed deep into each man wanting to experience their power and manhood.

When the next changeover came, she pulled the man deep into her sopping wet cunt, holding onto his ass with her hands she wrapped her legs around him and fucked him to a climax as he fired his thick, hot cum into her. She rippled her pussy muscles along with his penis and milked him dry, she held him tight and squeezed his climax from him.

Her body was filled with a hot desire to savor all the men’s cum in her pussy as she accelerated towards her unstoppable climax howling as she did until her orgasm washed over her like a Tsunami of red-hot lust letting James’s cock out of her mouth for a moment so she could scream while climaxing.

Dianne took a minute to recover and then flipped over sitting on top of Brian while another man got in close behind her. James knelt in front of her face again and pointed his boner at her lips. Manny took the anal lube and smeared the slick crème all over the orifice of her asshole and then smeared it on his male member. She groaned and thrashed about as he slowly forced himself into her ass. Tears leaked from her eyes at the distress of being pried apart from within.

Dianne looked up into James’s eyes, as her wet lips and tongue rolled all over the length of his shaft. Brian was sucking on her left tit, his tongue flickering against the erect nipple while she straddled him and continued working his cock inside her cunt while another man fucked her ass.

All her orifices were filled, as the three men slid their cocks into her ass, cunt, and mouth, all at the same time pumping her in unison, grunting and getting a squeal from her that was muffled by the thickness of James’s cock in her mouth. With a delightful shudder of shame, she realized that she was being triple penetrated, she moaned in pleasure as both men took up a steady rhythm pushing into and withdrawing from her, matching each other so that they were both fully inside her at the same time, filling her so much she did not think she could take anymore but loving every second of it.

Dianne could hear voices behind her from the crowd of spectators. She was slightly embarrassed at first but then she heard numerous comments on how good she was and what a great choice she was for the evening. To her surprise, she liked having an audience. She decided to give them a good show and put more energy into her movements aggressively taking every cock in every hole with an almost animal-like fervor making sure they showed her no mercy.

Manny and Brian continued pumping inside her. Manny was grunting now obviously getting near to ejaculating so she clenched her ass on his cock until she felt a flood of hot sticky cum power out of his cock and fill her insides. She was getting higher and higher as lust drove her onwards until another orgasm ripped through her once again making her cum with an uncontrollable scream. One after the other all the men came inside her, either in her ass, her pussy, on her tits and belly, and finally, almost as a grand finale, James shot his load into her mouth.

They each pulled out of her slowly one by one their cocks spent and covered in their cum. They each paused for a moment to enjoy the sight and the feeling of the great sex they just experienced. They smiled thanking Dianne for how good she was. She was sweaty, spent, and totally exhausted but very satisfied pleasuring a group of men all at the same time was more than enough to make any woman feel accomplished and sexy.

One by one the men recovered and drifted away until only James was left. He said he needed to leave soon that he had a plane to catch in the morning. She thanked him for sharing the experience with her. She then watched him walking away in the direction of the men’s showers giving her one last look at that great-looking ass.

Dianne laid on the bed by herself for a few minutes relaxing not ashamed of her nakedness with cum dripping from every hole she felt so cheap so dirty and damn proud of it. Manny brought her a drink having fucked her ass he thought it was the least he could do. Various members of the group told her it was even better than the actual ceremony. The older distinguished-looking gentleman, the leader of the group told her she and her husband were now official members and welcome at any of the future parties.

Dianne got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. She was shown a small walk-in shower separate from the men’s where there were shampoo and liquid soap with a lavender scent along with a pile of clean plush towels. She washed all the sweat and the cum from her body and carefully cleaned her cunt, still swollen and tender after all that action. The shower had refreshed her a little. She cleaned herself off and dried her body and then headed out to join the guys. She was still completely naked since her ceremonial dressing gown had been torn to shreds during all the action.

The guys were relaxing in the lounge area drinking with other members of the group, most had removed their mask by now not concerned about their identity being known.

Brian raised a toast. “To a great Goddess.”

“It felt great. I loved it,” Dianne responded. ‘You all made me feel so special.”

She thanked all the guys for a wonderful night. Jack and Manny hugged her and thanked her for coming and hoped to see her at the next party. She told them she could not wait

By now Dianne was exhausted and the size of the crowd was getting noticeable smaller by the minute. It was time to leave before she turned into a pumpkin.

She found her husband in the corner sipping a drink completely naked intently watching the few remaining members of the group that was still there. She indicated she was ready to leave, and he answered “Yes my queen” she did like the sound of that. They went to the front room and changed back into their street clothes.

Dianne walked slowly towards the door not wanting the night to end and secretly hoping that there was still one last thing for her to experience. Her husband followed close behind still buttoning his shirt and straighten his slacks.

As Dianne stepped out of her fantasy life returning to the real world the strong bright light of the morning sun hurt her eyes and her body winched at the harshness of the glare. She paused for a moment to take one last look at the building that had been her kinky fairy tale castle for the evening.

Standing at the center of the empty parking lot was her husband waiting beside their car ready to take her back to her suburban life, a life that would never be the same after last night. At least she had been given the chance to live out her fantasy for one night and create some special memories of being a sex Goddess and treated like a Queen. She thought to herself “It is good to be the Goddess, or at least to have sex like one.”