One Hell of a Halloween

Literotic asexstories – One Hell of a Halloween by mpeters,mpeters
I love Halloween, maybe even more than Christmas, Thanksgiving… maybe I love my birthday more. I grew up on monster movies, Famous Monsters magazine, The Munsters reruns, monster models, monster action figures… not just in October, I loved monster stuff all year round. So when Halloween comes around, I always want to make the most of it that I can.

For the past several years, we’d been decorating our front yard with various Halloween decorations… giant spiders hanging from the trees, flashing lights, a talking skull… mostly purchased from yard sales and the like. Even with all the decorations, because we were down at the end of the street in a cul-de-sac, we didn’t get all that many kids, but I still liked to be prepared with a good-size bowl of candy to hand out.

My wife took the younger kids trick-or-treating in the neighborhood, which usually took them a good couple of hours at least. My teenagers each went to trick or treat with their friends, so it was just me at home.

By 6:30 or so, there had been one kid who’d come all the way down to the house for candy. Since he was dressed as Spider-Man, I gave him two candies instead of one, wished him and his parents a “Happy Halloween,” and they went on their way.

I turned to go back in the house to get a soda, when I voice behind me said, “And what do I get?”

I turned back and beheld a stunning vision. She was at least five feet ten inches tall, taller with the high heels she wore. She had long flowing black hair, mischievous brown eyes, and a mouth with full lips painted red. She had an amazing figure, too. I was reminded of Julie Newmar, who played Catwoman on TV’s Batman, because they had similar figures. Great breasts, long, long legs.

She was dressed as a witch… a very sexy witch. She had a pointed black hat that was off-kilter, and then she had a black dress on with sleeves that widened towards the end, a plunging neckline that made it clear she was not wearing a bra, and a very short skirt… short enough that I could see the tops of her black fishnet stockings. She held a broom in one hand.

“Oh, hi, I didn’t see you… you didn’t bring any kids with you?” I asked, stupidly.

“Oh, no, It’s just me… and I’m not interested in candy,” she said. Something about her voice made my toes curl and started things stirring in my pants. “I want you… to come with me for a night that you will never forget!”

“I’m sure I wouldn’t. What’s the catch?” I asked, playing along.

“All you have to do is take my hand, and say, ‘Yes.’” She explained.

Let me explain something to you, dear reader: My wife and I have not had sex in a very, very long time. The combination of kids and other responsibilities seemed to have gotten in the way of that, and my wife had even made comments about going to someone else to get sex. I had since decided that since we weren’t having sex together, then if an opportunity comes up, I should probably take it, instead of being stuck masturbating all the time.

Might as well have fun with it, I thought, and I took her broomless hand and said, “Yes.”

I certainly didn’t think anything was going to happen, naturally. I mean, yes, it’s Halloween, but none of that stuff is real, right?

Before I knew it, I was in the sky, riding behind this woman on her broomstick. Looking down below, I couldn’t even recognize where we were flying over. Of course, I was holding onto her tightly, so much so that I didn’t even realize at first that one of my hands had slipped between the V-neck and her skin. Not only that, but I was pressed so close to her back that my crotch was against her ass, which was an amazing ass. It did not take long before I became erect, which she seemed to notice, as she wiggled her ass against me.

I have either fallen asleep and I’m dreaming, I thought, or I’ve just had a major stroke that I’ll never recover from.

We had landed on a balcony of a large building… a castle, maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark. The witch, whoever she was, took my hand and led me into the building, where some kind of a party seemed to be under way.

“Sisters!” the witch announced as we entered. “I have found a subject for this year’s ritual!”

There were cheers, I looked around, and I think my eyes may have popped out of my head like a cartoon character. There were a dozen witches, including the one who brought me, in the room. It was hard to tell much about the room, as it was lit mostly by a blazing fireplace at one end, as well as candles located throughout it. I could tell the room was good-sized. There was a couch that I could see, along with a long table lined with chairs on either side. What little I could make out of the walls seemed to be that they were either brick or stone. The floor was covered with luxurious rugs.

The amazing thing was, all of the witches were fucking hot! There were blondes, brunettes, redheads, another black-haired witch or two. Their heights ranged from right around five feet to just around six feet tall. Some of them had large breasts, some were smaller. They were all dressed similarly to the one who brought me, although there was some variation in color, such as dark red, dark blue, and violet. A lot of them were Caucasian, but I thought there were at least two African American witches, and possibly an Asian or Latina one. They seemed to range from around 19 to 40 if I had to guess.

It took a few minutes of my eyes adjusting to the light to realize that at one end of the room, sitting on some sort of a throne, was another witch, her face entirely in shadow. Her dress wasn’t short like the others, but there was a slit up one side. She had her legs crossed, and what I could see looked nicely shaped. She was slightly leaning forward, elbows on the armrests, hands together.

I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, or what I’d gotten into, but since I was convinced I was dreaming, I hoped it was going in the direction I wanted it to.

“Bring forth the goblet!” the black-haired witch called out.

“At once, Hepzibah!” one of them answered. All right, so the one who brought me was named Hepzibah. Sounded like a witchy name to me.

A golden goblet was brought to her by a short blonde witch who appeared to be 19, and she gave me a look over like she was a hungry dog and I was a bone.

Hepzibah held the goblet in her hands – it was completely empty – and began to chant words that I did not understand at all, and when she finished, the goblet filled itself up with some sort of red liquid. She passed it to me and ordered, “Drink!”

Well, I don’t know about you, but when I’m surrounded by a dozen sexy witches and they want me to drink something… well, I’m going to drink it. I took the goblet and drank what I hoped was an appropriate amount of whatever it was. As I drank, Hepzibah said, “As our subject drinks from the goblet, so do we all, that we may have what we need for tonight’s ritual!”

The liquid tasted sweet and spicy at the same time, with a flavor that I couldn’t identify. As I swallowed it, I felt a warming sensation through my body which seemed to intensify in my genitals.

Hepzibah took the goblet from me and took a drink herself, and then passed it to her sister witches, who all took their turns. The last witch took the goblet over to the one on the throne, who finished the contents. I stood there, feeling a bit foolish and also a lot turned on, wondering what was going to happen next.

“Sisters, it is time to see who will be the first three to enjoy this year’s special guest! Come!” Hepzibah led me to the table, and the other witches followed. As we neared, I could see that there were twelve cards on the table, face down. The back of the cards had some sort of occult symbols on them. “Choose three!” Hepzibah told me.

I reached to the table and picked three at random. I didn’t even get the chance to look at them before Hepzibah snatched them away from me. “The first three will be… Zarah, Agatha, and Synthia!”

Three witches broke out from the rest and approached me. One of them was the short blonde who brought the goblet. She had a slender build, with small breasts. She said to me, “I am Synthia.”

The next one was a redhead, about average height. Her hair was intricately braided. She had a very athletic build, with muscular legs and average sized breasts. “I am Zarah,” she told me. I would guess she was around 30.

The last one had brown hair that went down her back. She was probably the tallest of the group at six feet one inches tall and was built like an Amazon. “Zaftig,” I think the Germans would say. “I am Agatha,” she said. She could have been in her early 40s but still a very attractive woman.

The three witches brought me over to the couch, which I could now get a better look at. It was in the shape of a half-circle, with the back of the couch curving around. It was big enough you could use it as a bed, and they apparently had, based on the pillows there. As I climbed onto it, I noticed that it was very comfortable, and seemed to be covered in black velvet.

Hepzibah and the other witches gathered around. Before I could get comfortable, Zarah and Agatha pulled off my coat, and then by shirt. As they were doing this, Synthia undid my pants and pulled them down along with my boxer shorts, all the way to my ankles. Then, Zarah and Agatha forced me to sit on the couch, and Synthia removed my shoes and socks, then pulled my pants and shorts off the rest of the way. I was completely naked.

On the other hand, I was also completely turned on, and my cock was at full attention.

“Oh, Hepzibah, you’ve made an excellent choice for us this year,” Agatha said. “He will do nicely. Synthia, would you be so kind as to get the oil?”

“Of course, sister,” Synthia agreed. I hadn’t noticed before, but next to the couch was a small table with a fancy golden pitcher, which had been floating above a small flame. I hoped whatever kind of oil was in there, it wasn’t too terribly hot! Synthia took it by the handle and brought it over and poured out a small amount onto the other two witch’s hands, then she added some to her cupped hand before setting it down. They rubbed the oil over their hands, and then they advanced on me, rubbing the oil all over my body.

The sensation was completely different than any massage oil ever used on me… I was simultaneously relaxed and energized if that makes any sense. I didn’t even realize that as they rubbed the oil over my arms and legs, they were positioning them splayed out, and then tied them to the couch with velvet ropes that must’ve been cunningly hidden. It wasn’t the first time I’ve ever been tied up, but it was a first to have over a dozen women around, that’s for sure!

Synthia, Agatha, and Zarah had removed their hats somewhere along the way, and as I looked, all three of them were rubbing their way back down my limbs and body to my cock. Synthia, the youngest, took hold of it first, grasping it firmly, yet not painfully. “Sisters, more oil, if you please?” she asked. Agatha – or was it Zarah? I was losing track of the names – brought the pitcher over and poured a small amount of oil over the head of my cock, and Synthia started rubbing it all over. Zarah – I think it was her – started rubbing my testicles, and then Agatha moved over to me and pulled her dress open, revealing her large breasts completely to me.

I’ve got to tell you, whatever witches do to keep their boobs nice and firm, they should market it, they’d clean up in no time. Agatha’s breasts were at least the size of cantaloupes, but they were by no means fake! In fact, they were pert and perky. Her nipples were hard. She straddled my stomach and commanded, “Lick and suck my breasts!” She didn’t have to tell me twice. Ordinarily, I don’t go for women with such large breasts, but as I noted, Agatha was Amazonian, so given her height and build, they suited her. As she pushed each breast to my mouth, I licked and sucked them as best as I could, wishing that my hands were free.

I say “as best as I could,” because Synthia and Zarah were working their magic on my cock. As best as I could tell, one of them would be jerking me off, while the other fondled my balls. I started feeling that I was going to cum, but then whoever was jerking me slowed down.

“Switch!” I heard Hepzibah order. Agatha dismounted my stomach, and Synthia took her place. Instead of taking hold of my cock and jerking me, however, Agatha lowered herself down so she could wrap her tits around my cock and rub me up and down. I didn’t expect that, and it distracted me enough that when Synthia presented her smaller breasts to me, I didn’t even realize it at first!

I don’t know how I could’ve missed that, because Synthia’s smaller breasts were much more of my preference, and as she put them to my mouth, I very happily licked and sucked at them. I really wanted to have my hands free to explore more of her!

Again, I felt like I was going to cum, but I couldn’t say anything as I had Synthia’s left breast in my mouth, but they seemed to realize it, and slowed down again to prevent my orgasm.

“Switch!” Hepzibah ordered again. There was clearly some timing involved with this ritual, but I’ll be damned if I have any idea of what the intervals were. While the first three were working on me, it seemed to last forever, but when Hepzibah ordered a change, it suddenly felt like it hadn’t been nearly long enough. Maybe whatever was in the goblet was messing with my time sense.

Now it was Zarah’s turn to have me lick and suck her breasts, and I took to that task with zest, even though Synthia and Agatha were working wonders with their hands on my cock and balls.

“Now, sisters!” Hepzibah ordered. Zarah moved down to the other two, and I had three pairs of hands grabbing at my cock and stroking it.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned. I couldn’t say anything before this, naturally, because one doesn’t speak with their mouth full. I had wondered how it would be like to have two women stroking me at the same time, but three? I don’t even know how they did it because I’m not that long! I couldn’t look, either, because my head was leaning backwards, and my eyes were closed… or maybe just glazed over.

I was barely aware of some sort of chanting by the other witches that seemed to go in time with the hands on my cock. I could feel my balls tighten as my load passed through them to my cock, and I came hard. So hard, in fact, that from what I could see, instead of just a load of sperm that I half-expected would cut through concrete, it was so intense, it looked like my cock shot out bursts of energy, which then split into three streams and entered the three witches who were still stroking me. The feeling was so intense, that I feel that I must have blacked out for a moment or two.

When I was aware of my surroundings again, the other witches were cheering, and Zarah, Synthia and Agatha put their breasts back into their dresses, and walked to the table, each taking one card which they handed to Hepzibah, and then returned to the other witches. Somehow, they appeared… powerful? Stronger? I wasn’t sure what the right word was.

For myself, I was amazed that I was still erect. What was going to happen next?

Hepzibah looked at the cards and smiled. “The next three to take part in the ritual are… Sabrina, Esmerelda, and Samantha!”

I almost laughed at the names, as they were the names of famous pop culture witches, but as they approached, I was too turned on by them to even think of laughing.

The first one removed her hat and sat down next to me. She was a light-skinned black woman, probably five foot ten, and like the others, with a great figure. Her black hair was in an Afro that suited her very well. “I am Sabrina,” she said. I think she was in her late twenties or early thirties, but I wasn’t certain. Her makeup was very 1970s in style. She certainly wasn’t a blonde teenage witch!

“I am Esmerelda,” the next one said. She had to be at least forty, but she still looked dazzling. Her hair was midnight blue and contrasted well with her pale skin. She was blonde, and her hair and makeup looked like someone from the 1940s. She sat down on the other side of me.

The last one was a blonde, and the name Samantha fit her extremely well. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was Elizabeth Montgomery from right out of her 1960s TV show “Bewitched.” The only real difference was that Samantha had a look of lust in her eyes that I’m half surprised didn’t make me cum a second time! And then, she laid herself down on the couch between my legs, licked her lips, and then kissed the head of my cock, and then licked it up and down. I didn’t even need any more pleasure at this point, but Sabrina and Esmerelda started fondling my torso, and then took turns pulling my head to the side to kiss me. Unlike the previous trio, they did not offer their wonderful breasts to me.

It’s a good thing neither of them expected me to do much, because Samantha began sucking my cock like it’s never been sucked before. I knew that if I could see it, I’d be blowing another load, although I had a pretty good image in my mind how it looked. She would slow down, speed up, do things with her tongue I didn’t think was possible, and then do something else entirely! As with the previous hand jobs, Samantha knew when to back off to keep me from blowing my wad.

I was disappointed when Hepzibah ordered, “Switch!” and Samantha left my cock, and Sabrina took her place. That is, I was disappointed until Sabrina started her own blowjob. I don’t know if it was the shape of her lips or what, but damn, she knew how to suck a dick! If I hadn’t been kept distracted by Samantha and Esmerelda kissing me, I could have looked to see exactly how Sabrina was doing what she was going. But whatever she was doing felt so fucking amazing. She brought me to the edge twice and slowed down enough to keep me from having my second orgasm of the night.

I don’t know how long Sabrina sucked on my cock before Hepzibah ordered to switch again, and then it was Esmerelda’s turn. From the way she kissed me, I could tell she knew what to do with her mouth, and I was not disappointed. Her mouth closed over my cock like a warm, wet vise, and took me completely into her mouth – something Samantha and Sabrina did not do, or couldn’t do. I half expected her to fit my balls in her mouth as well, but I felt an all-new sensation that I’d never experienced before and realized that Esmerelda must have been deep throating me. That got me on the way to cumming again, but then she stopped.

It was almost torturous at this point. I didn’t know how long these three had spent altogether sucking on my cock, but then Hepzibah said something else (I couldn’t tell what it was, probably “Now, sisters!” again), and then all three of them were down at my cock. Two of them were running their lips and tongues along the sides of the shaft like they were playing a harmonica, while the third had just the head in her mouth, keeping up the suction while licking around the head with her tongue.

There was no holding back this time… I made some kind of sound, and the three witches moved back from my cock as I pumped out a load… of energy again. This was a different color than before. It still felt to me like an intense orgasm, but there didn’t seem to be any liquid coming out, not sperm, not precum, nothing.

There were cheers again from the other witches as Sabrina, Esmerelda, and Samantha got off the half-circle couch, went to the table, drew three cards, and brought them to Hepzibah, as the first three had done.

“Sisters, the next three for the ritual shall be… Delilah, Agnes, and Cassandra!” Hepzibah announced. So far as I could tell, that would leave two of the witches in the crowd after that I hadn’t been introduced to, plus Hepzibah, for whatever happened after these three! I had no idea if the witch on the throne – who kept watching the proceedings – was going to be taking a turn with me either.