Feature Writer: Harry Lime /
Feature Title: Witches Dancing at Midnight /
Copyright: © 2014 by Harry Lime /
Story Codes: MF, FF, Magic, Horror, Anal, Masturbation, Orgy, Voyeurism /
Synopsis: The coven was in a frenzy of whirling naked flesh. The 13 witches shouted out in ritual incantations. No cocks to be had but plenty to acquire with simple spells that insured abject devotion regardless of beauty or shapely form /
Witches Dancing at Midnight
There was no music in the middle of the forest except for the steady beat of naked feet on the bed of leaves already fallen from the tall trees. Thirteen female bodies twisting in the light of the Harvest Moon with nipples bouncing and pretty bushes all a twitter with a frenzy of the rhythm.
Nikki was feeling the spirit of the master driving her into a frantic gyration that lathered up her flanks and her pretty pussy. The other females were just as carried away by the rays of Mother Moon shining on their naked flesh. Since they were civilized and proper members of society, their clothing was stacked in neat little piles waiting to be donned again before they melted away back into the middle of the herd waiting for the coming of the powerful one to guide their way.
The young serving wench Nikki was bending now in ritual presentation for anal taking even though they had no warlock to consummate their ritual back door sacrifice. This was not a year for the calling of the devil incarnate to wet their human flesh with his sacred seed. That had not happened for nigh on to twenty years and it was unlikely to happen again in Nikki’s lifetime. She had heard the rumor that was spread amongst the coven that she was the product of that fateful night but since she didn’t feel any sense of devil’s blood flowing in her veins so she assumed it was just a fanciful tale to make the young people more aware of the need for secrecy.
They raised their combined thirteen witches voices in the time honored incantation.
“We call on he who unlocks our evil instincts. We call on him to rid our flesh of mundane thoughts of money and family life. Fill us with the power to wield our hidden whips on the innocent and mindless followers of the one whose circle remains unbroken. Make our sisters strong and ply their influence on the so-called leaders of a hypocritical society. Take control of this society with no time for the lost ones of no hope. Make this a place absent a sense of joy in the essence of life.”
Nikki was shuddering with emotion and she felt her juices running down the insides of her legs. She was certain it was all in the hysteria of the moment, the darkness of the forest and the fact she had not had a proper cock in months in any of her openings and she was dying for a good pounding of her willing bones. The image of the butcher’s son’s cock flashed into her brain along with all the other cocks she had licked, sucked and taken into her openings as far back as she could remember. Some were thick and some were long but the most memorable was that of the butcher’s son because he was a lad without guile and of simple manner. He followed her instruction and kept to her schedule regarding exact placement and required pace. His mother was beholden to the coven and the often drunk woman offered his cock to stoke their natural needs for the seed of man.
They all fell to the forest floor as if on cue but it was really sheer exhaustion that caused them to collapse like the very leaves from the sheltering trees that helped form their sacred circle. There was no circle of stone here although there were some scattered here and there within a few day’s walk.
After they rested and their sweat puddled at their feet, they coupled with each other in dark and terrible finality like empty shells pretending to be alive and normal. They took no joy in the mating and their juices spurted in search of male flesh to lubricate but there were no cocks. It was not a pretty sight for they writhed as if in agony waiting for the horned one to bless their intent. They all knew it was not likely for they were only a minor group of little import in his plan but still they ground their flesh together in hope of finding some solace in the tingle it provided.
The sister of the mayor raised her voice in ageless song in a language forbidden by their unwanted guest oppressors and they all vibrated with the power of the words and repeated them like a litany of prayer to a feared supreme being. There was no joy in their celebration, only breathless whispers of muted dark and deviant incantations handed down from generation to generation by females of their ilk.
The witches of East Reading all pushed their buttocks up to the shining moon in ritual sacrifice of the secrets of their inner cores to be reamed and stretched by the evil one in frenzied chaos at the stroke of midnight.
Nikki joined her older sister Diane in sandwiching the haughty lady of the manor Dame Elizabeth beneath them and they played her flesh like students on a holiday. The proud woman panted and pleaded for respite but the sisters were of a traditional witch’s background and they showed her no mercy knowing she wanted to be a full-fledged member of the coven before the next full moon. They worked as a team and soon had the creamy skinned lady spread wide for loving in the light of the moon. The others watched in silent approval and verified her ladyship was adequately pushed into depraved acceptance of the coven’s code of sharing.
Before the cock crowed, she had cum three times and then they filled all her holes with a mouth in the front and a mouth in the back and a third one sucking her tongue. Two of the older witch’s suckled her nipples and two licked her toes. Both of her hands were buried in dripping pussies sticky with moonlit juice. The remaining three circled the pile and licked random holes with eager passion. Her screams had stopped and all she could muster was a pathetic whimper like an abandoned dog. Her eyes could not focus and her nose dripped her snot like some urchin raised without manners. Her husband, Sir Harold would not recognize her she was that far gone.
Just before the first rays of the morning sun broke over the top of the mountain, they covered their bodies with conventional clothes and scampered away in different directions without wasted words of no import.
Nikki threw buckets of cold water over her head from the well and she did her sister just the same. They shivered in the early morning mist and the steam rose into the cold morning air. Her pussy was sated and that was the truth but she still had an urge to fill it with cock. The coach from the city was due within the hour and she hoped the footmen were of a mind to dally. Strange cock is the best cock so early in the morning when all that matters is the hardness of the shaft and the wetness of the hole. No need for false words or silly pretense at that time of the day. It was merely get on, get off and get back on the road. These traveling folk were all the same always looking over the next hill for something a little bit better than the last.
The coven was ready to split soon into two chapters. They had almost a half-dozen new female practitioners ready to commit their pussies to the betterment of the female lot in life. Nikki was ordained to be the leader of the new group and she would have the lady of the manor as her second in command working right under her in coven business and affairs of a more physical nature.
“Coach is coming! Get the food ready!”
The inn was all a bustle for the morning stage and Nikki hoped she would find a willing partner to slip her what she needed to get through a stressful day.
“I have six hungry travelers and two footmen for grub. Clear the doors and let them make for the privy for it was a bumpy road this day.”
Nikki laughed to see the two females make a beeline for the foul-smelling latrine shack in the rear of the Inn. It was kept fairly clean by the indentured servants but one had to hold their nose or place a perfumed favor under their nostrils for the brief interlude. She preferred to walk to the tree line and take her chances with the snakes or bees than inhale the terrible stench.
The tall footman was called James and he seemed a pleasant sort and excessively quiet for one so young. Nikki approached him with a roguish look in her eye and asked in what she hoped was a convincingly shy voice,
“Sir, can you help me to lower a curtain in the upstairs room? Nobody is as tall as you and I would be grateful for your assistance.”
The tall lad seemed a bit annoyed because he had food on his mind but he followed her up the stairs to the back bedroom and she pretended to wrap her arms around his legs to steady him as he pulled down the curtain from the perch on the top shelf. Somehow, she managed to get her arms and hand all familiar with his manhood and he was encouraged into an instant erection of a nature that needed only one solution.
When he pushed her over the edge of the bed, Nikki just sighed and smiled like an innocent girl not certain about what to do. The tall lad James did not hesitate to lower her bloomers and acquaint her vagina with his inquisitive cock seeking temporary residence in her willing pussy.
“Oh, sir, you are too bold! Not too deep, I pray you, sir; I am unaccustomed to manly interference inside my female parts.”
She wiggled her bottom and reached back to spread her cheeks wide when she felt him search her crack for her quivering pucker hole ready for action as well.
“Please don’t tell me you are of a mind to rob me of my dignity by inserting your tool inside my tender backside? The priest tells us girls it is an unnatural act and a very grave sin of the worst sort. Oh, sir, you are already inside my core. My bottom is yours, sir, do what you will. I will broach no reticence, I assure you.”
The tall footman was slamming Nikki’s heart-shaped haunches hard now and she was sinking down into the mattress with his cock buried to the hilt in her backside. It was a most indelicate position and it was at this juncture that the other footman, Anthony walked in and laughed at the sight of his mate on top of the serving wench’s flanks. Neither Nikki nor James saw it as a matter of amusement because they were well on their way to an explosive cum that would drench them both in creamy spunk.
When James groaned and relaxed, he quickly withdrew and the cream flowed out of Nikki’s sweet ass. The shorter and less handsome footman swiftly stepped into the breach and slipped his much longer cock into Nikki’s cum covered pussy without delay. She swiveled her head around to see what was going on and leaned forward in resignation knowing from the determination in his eyes that there was no way out of it.
They actually did her twice each catching her fore and aft and much to her content.
The stage departed too quickly for Nikki’s liking but it left her with a beautiful smile on her face and a slight limp in her walk right up to nightfall and the quiet of servant’s quarters when all the customers were away home and in bed with either spouse of some other party of a submissive and accommodating attitude.
The new coven started shortly before the next moon and before the time of the dancing in the moonlight, she was right up to thirteen members and she had personally checked all of the their female openings for obedience and loyalty to the coven and to her as the spiritual leader.
The music could not be heard by human ear but it filled her head with visions of writhing bodies and happy faces gathered for service to their master. It was an ageless orgy of lust and darkness fighting to drive the light from humankind.
THE END