by Monica Belle
‘Do you like my breasts, Martin? Aren’t they big, and so heavy. Julian likes to put his cock between them, and while that privilege is reserved for him, maybe I’ll let you watch while I play with them and you can pull off your little prick. How would that be?’
He gave another nod, apparently unable to find words, but that was all. I began to play with my nipples, but he just stood there, gaping like a goldfish and I was forced to give him a little encouragement.
‘Come along then, down with your trousers. Let’s see what you’ve got.’
I could tell that he was erect, because his cock made a hard bar even beneath the loose material of his tracksuit trousers. He didn’t look small at all and I genuinely wanted to see, but still he didn’t move, merely mumbling something incoherent. I got up, walked across to him, still playing with my breasts, only to suddenly duck low and jerk his tracksuit bottoms down to reveal his erection, every bit as long and thick as I’d expected, but straining out a pair of lacy bright pink panties.
‘Why, you dirty little pig!’
‘I’m sorry.’
He sounded so wretched I thought he was going to cry, but despite what I’d said he’d misread my reaction. The sight of his erect cock trapped in girl’s underwear was obscene, but deliciously obscene, and far from being repelled I now wanted to pop him free of the tight pink lace and straight into my mouth. I hesitated, telling myself not to be such a slut, then thought of how Julian would laugh, and what he’d do to me.
‘Sit down, you filthy little pervert. I’m going to suck you off.’
I gave him a gentle push as I spoke. He went back, flopping down onto a sofa piled with magazines and newspapers. I came forward, now on my knees, my dignity forgotten in my eagerness to play with his cock. His trousers were right down, leaving him showing it all, with his big cock straining in the tiny pink panties as I moved a large dog bowl aside so that I could crawl closer, to touch, feeling how hard he was through the lace.
A heavy, shame-filled moan escaped his lips as I began to stroke his cock through the panties, and again as I did what I really wanted to, pulling them open to free his erection into my mouth. He was hot and hard, very suckable indeed, and as I lifted his balls out of his panties I knew I had to come too. I set to work, fulfilling my promise by sucking his cock for him, but playing with myself at the same time, first with my breasts so that he could watch, then with my pussy, my hand thrust deep down my tights and panties as I once more began to tease his balls.
I was fairly sure he’d been wanking before I arrived at the cottage, maybe over his pictures of me, which only made my situation more exciting. He’d seen me stripped and spanked, fucked up my pussy and fucked up my bottom, used by Julian in all sorts of delicious ways. And now, because Julian had ordered it, he had me down on my knees and sucking his cock, sucking his cock with my breasts bare, the way dirty boys like it, and he was nothing if not dirty, to dress up in girly pink knickers while he wanked over pictures of me getting a spanking.
My pleasure was already rising towards orgasm when he came, deep in my mouth with one spurt, only for me to pull back and take the second in my face on purpose. He cried out in ecstasy as I deliberately soiled myself, and again as a third spurt went into my open mouth and I was rubbing his cock in my face as my own orgasm kicked in, with little jets of come squeezing out to soil my cheeks and eyes and lips – and, at the very peak of my own ecstasy, I swallowed.
I told Julian what I’d done, in exact detail, and I got my spanking, then and there, over the bonnet of the car in the lane before he took me from behind, still with the taste of the Inquisitor’s come in my mouth as my lover’s filled my sex. It was a gloriously rude thing to do and the perfect finish to what had been a complete success. I had Martin’s number and he’d agreed to take me out for the evening in Cromer. All that remained was to set the date for the ritual.
We chose the equinox, which Darius said was the Feast of Mabon and an ideal day, while it gave Julian time to ensure that all the interested parties would turn up and pay up. The number attending was a problem, as Darius wanted to keep it to 13 but we had 27 people interested. The amount of money they were offering also varied greatly, which might have caused problems had not Julian announced that the more they paid the more intimately they could be involved in the ritual. Darius knew nothing of this, just as Vanessa, Henry and our fellow staff knew nothing at all, creating layers of secrecy and plenty of minor difficulties, all of which Julian handled with his usual skill.
The feel of autumn was in the air long before the actual day, with cool breezes rustling the reed beds and the trees around the folly and along Black Dog Lane turning from green to gold. With the end of the school holidays the number of people visiting the Hall had dropped sharply, while the novelty of the sensation created by Julian and I on the net was also beginning to wear off. Takings were still good, and only Vanessa seemed concerned, insisting we reduce our staff but still more than happy to go off on the holiday Julian had suggested.
Julian himself was unconcerned and obviously enjoying himself, and me. With the Hall now quieter he could take me out into the grounds for sex, frequently on the altar and frequently up my bottom, while he introduced me to a regular regime of spankings and lengthy sessions of sucking his cock on my knees. When Darius visited I would take him in my mouth as well, until entertaining two men at once seemed like second nature. All of it was good for me, keeping me on a pleasant erotic high, although in occasional quiet moments I would wonder over how much I’d changed in the space of one short summer.
We also played with Vanessa, whose need to exert her dominance had grown stronger than ever since her experience with Henry. She loved to make him suck Julian’s cock, and to have me lick her, either on my knees at her feet or sat astride my head so that she could have me attend to her bottom hole as well as her sex, usually after I’d been well spanked or given a taste of the cane or belt. I coped well enough, enjoying her attentions as Julian had suggested, and on the odd occasion, when it all got a bit much, simply reminding myself of how she’d looked as Henry squeezed his cock up her bottom.
The day she and Henry left for the Maldives cranked my excitement up another notch. Now we were in charge, or more accurately, Julian was, but we could do as we pleased. Graham stayed in the background as always, while he and Sally had become an item which made things easier still. The other two were gone, enabling us to invite Darius to stay while we made the final arrangements for the ritual.
When he arrived I’d been taking a shower after the last of the day’s tourists had left and I heard him talking to Julian downstairs. I didn’t bother to dress, merely wrapping a towel around myself as I padded down to the kitchen, and I’d quickly discarded that. Being naked in front of them felt not just natural, but right, how I should be and the perfect expression for my joy in exhibiting myself.
I knew I would be having sex with both of them that night, but nobody said anything. We didn’t need to. Instead our conversation ranged over several topics while we drank wine together and Julian cooked. Only when we’d finished and had sat together for a while with the sinking sun striking in through the windows did I react, easing Julian’s zip down to free his cock into my hand, then Darius’s. It felt wonderful to have two heavy, gloriously male cocks growing in my hands as they gently stroked my body, exploring my breasts and thighs, the curve of my hips and, once I’d let my thighs part, my sex.
Neither rushed me, both content to allow me to tug his cock to full erection before I was ready for more. I went down on my knees, which was absolutely where I belonged, to use my mouth on them in turn, licking and sucking at their balls and their beautiful big erections in an act of open worship for their virility. Soon I had Julian in my mouth while I pulled at Darius, before having them rise and come together so that I could suck them, turn and turn about. I even tried to get them both in my mouth at once, but it wouldn’t work, and with that they finally lost patience with me.
I was pu
t over the kitchen table, the plates and glasses pushed to one side to make room for my body, with my bottom stuck out at one side and my mouth available at the other. Julian came behind me, to reward me with a few firm slaps across my cheeks as Darius fed his cock into my mouth, then to enter me, deep and hard, thrusting into me from behind until they’d found a rhythm. I was in heaven, rocked back and forth on their cocks, one in at each end, lost to everything but the pleasure of my fucking.
Even when they swapped around I barely noticed, waiting with my eyes closed in bliss until I was filled once more. They were more urgent now, with Darius gripping my hips as he thrust into me from behind and Julian as deep into my mouth as he could get. I’d never felt so completely full of cock, with my entire being focused on the two men who were pleasuring themselves in me. It could have gone on for ever, the way I felt, but both of them were getting faster and rougher, until I could barely take what was being done to me.
They came in unison, each pulling free at the last instant, Julian to do it in my face and Darius all over my bottom and between my cheeks. Even as the hot fluid spattered my skin my hand had gone back between my legs and I was masturbating furiously, in desperate need for my own climax for the way they’d treated me and still wanting more. They didn’t disappoint, using their cocks to rub what they’d done on me into my face and over my bottom, which drove me up to a climax almost as strong as when I’d fainted on the altar, but even then I knew that what I was getting was only a foretaste of what was to come.
They took me twice more that night and again in the morning, but after that we were forced to get on with our work. I was blissfully happy, all my reservations swept away on a tide of arousal and satisfaction, happy to have done so many of the things I’d only ever fantasised about before coming to Candle Street Hall, or not even that. Julian was also on his best form, dealing with each day’s visitors with practised ease before we went down to the folly and prepared the altar, which led to another bout of eager, unrestrained sex before we returned to the Hall.
Everything was now ready, with the following day cleared for our special guests, our parts carefully memorised and everything we’d need ready for use. I felt a bit of a bitch when I called Martin Wright to make a date I had no intention of keeping, but I knew it was necessary and consoled myself with the thought of the pleasure I’d given him on my visit. He accepted eagerly, allowing me to inform Julian that we were definitely safe, while we had arranged for our guests to wear cowls in any case, under which most would be naked, as would I be.
In the morning I didn’t even bother to dress, but on a sudden whim shaved my pubic hair into a five-pointed star, which delighted both Julian and Darius. They were handling the guests as they arrived and there was no reason for me to go anywhere near the gatehouse, so I stayed naked all day, with my sense of anticipation gradually rising. People began to arrive early in the afternoon, academics and cultists, devoted Satanists and the merely curious, all united by their interest in John Aylsham’s ritual and in what was to be done to me.
I’d never known so much attention, 21 men and six women, all focused on me, and not only that but with as much interest in me as a person as in my body. They all wanted to talk to me, and to look me over with a frank admiration I couldn’t help but enjoy. Inevitably some of them took advantage of my nudity to touch, squeezing my thighs, stroking or patting my bottom, even caressing my breasts or teasing my nipples to make them stiff, but I found myself unable to resent the attention. I’d been soaking wet before any of them arrived and, by the time they were ready to go down to the folly, I could think of nothing but sex.
Julian had gone ahead, to make sure that each of them knew their role, leading a procession of cowled men and women down the path between the trees. Some wore robes, others were naked, according to their role, allowing me glimpses of cocks already half stiff with excitement for their pawing of my body. Darius was to lead me down to the folly and stayed back, stripping naked in the kitchen to reveal his massive, heavily muscled body with the tattoos coiling down his arms and legs and his huge cock and balls hanging heavy between his thighs. With his robes on he came close to where I was sitting, his voice deeper and richer than ever as he gave me an order.
‘Suck me erect.’
I obeyed without hesitation, taking his penis into my mouth to roll back his foreskin with my teeth and suck on the meaty head within. He took the treatment in silence, but was soon pushing into my mouth as I sucked and licked, performing all the little tricks Julian and others had taught me to get men excited. Soon he was hard, his beautiful cock a great column of flesh, supremely virile and good enough for anybody’s mouth, woman or man.
It stuck out from the sides of his robe, just as Julian’s had done, and I took hold, to nurse his erection as we walked down the path to where we could see lights among the trees. The others were all in place, Julian and the chosen few within the folly, the remainder arranged around it as if at the points and junctions of a pentagram. All of them watched as Darius and I approached, their faces half concealed beneath their cowls creating an eerie impression, but I had no fear. I was one of them, and more – the object of their attention.
Darius took my hand as we reached the folly, leading me inside. Julian helped me up onto the altar and I spread myself out as before, with my head and limbs at the points of the pentagram among the skulls with their burning candles on top, each now thick with wax. Darius began to chant as he took up the pot of black wax and my muscles jerked to his touch as he began to inscribe the symbols on my body. I struggled to lay still, my breathing growing gradually deeper, my body shaking, my emotions in turmoil as I fought my rising desire. My mouth had come wide, and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing up my knees to spread out my sex, wet and open, ready for Julian and for anybody else who had earned the privilege of putting his cock inside me.
When I felt the bronze chalice we’d chosen for a communion cup press to my sex I cried out, unable to hold it back, or my pee, which came on the instant, splashing into the cup and running out over the altar to wet the skin of my bottom and back. The chant grew louder as Darius held the cup high, put it to his lips and drank. I felt my body jerk again, a response completely beyond my control, close to orgasm and yet I hadn’t even touched myself.
Darius’s voice was a roar as he gave the cup to Julian, who drank deeply and passed it on to the nearest of the inner circle. Another spasm ran through my body, and another, as each of our acolytes took a sip of my pee. I realised I was going to come, and would have screamed had not Darius blocked my mouth with the bulk of his erect cock. He’d pushed deep, right into my throat, but that was what I wanted, and more. I sucked hard, gagging on the head of his penis and, revelling in my own pain, grabbed his balls and squeezed hard as my teeth found the meat of his shaft.
He pulled back, to leave me snapping and clutching at his cock, my vision swimming, then suddenly clear as I saw Julian sink down and accept Darius’s erection in his mouth. I screamed and I was coming, my back arched tight and my limbs kicking on the altar top as spasm after spasm of ecstasy ran through me. Julian pulled back from Darius’s cock, glancing at me with concern and surprise. I didn’t care, lost in ecstasy but still incomplete and knowing exactly what I needed, his cock in my body, while a tiny, terrified portion of my mind that had remained clear was screaming at me that the ritual had worked, only it wasn’t Julian who was possessed, but me.
Another scream broke from my lips as I begged him to fuck me, my feet still drumming on the altar and my thighs spread wide in my need. He came close, pressing his cock to my sex, and in, driving my wild climax higher still as his erection filled me. My arms went around him and I was clawing at his back as he pushed into me, spitting and hissing and I urged him to fuck me harder and faster, for all that his cock was already jamming in so deep it hurt.
I didn’t care. My thighs came up to lock his body onto mine and, as he thrust into me with every ounce of power in his body, I saw the shadows clos
ing in around me. A male hand locked in my hair, maybe Darius’s, and a massive erection was thrust deep into my mouth, turning my screams to choking gulps. Something warm and wet splashed my arm and the side of one breast, another man’s come, even as the cock in my mouth ejaculated down my throat. Julian’s grip tightened as he rammed his cock in harder still and he’d come inside me, but it was far from over. Another man took me, twisting my body around on the altar to push himself up me from behind and slapping at my bottom as he fucked me. Yet another entered my mouth, his hand twisted in my hair as he began to fuck my throat. The man in my cunt pulled free, only to jam himself back in up my bottom hole and I was being buggered as I sucked, my body rocking back and forth on the cocks in my mouth and anus.
Now I was on my knees I could see what was going on all around me, figures jerking in the orange candlelight, men and women, using each other indiscriminately, each desperate for their own need, mouths full of cock, cunt and bottom holes penetrated, sweat-slick flesh and dark shadows moving in weird, erotic patterns. One man came close, jerking at his cock to spray come over my back and down one breast. The cock in my mouth was jammed deeper still, but only for a moment before he pulled out to finish himself off in my face and hair, until I grabbed hold of his slippery shaft and took him in once more to swallow down what he had left to give me.