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Story title : One Day A Year, Halloween
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One Day A Year, Halloween
by E.Z. Riter (ezriter@pdq.net)
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AUTHOR COMMENTS: Dear Reader, Something that came to mind
from drinking a boiling cauldron of witches' brew. My
thanks to Gail for assistance and editing. E-mail
address: ezriter@hotmail.com Please! Give me your
comments! E.Z.
I carried a torch for Keely Bishop. Picture a blonde
goddess. A Miss America. A five six, blue eyed wet dream.
That's Keely.
She was a year behind me in high school and rarely dated
because her parents kept a tight rein on her activities.
They were rigid fundamentalists who worried she'd
discover sex and actually enjoy it. When they did let her
out of the house, she'd go out with me because our
families were friends and neighbors, and we went to the
same church.
Keely didn't want sex for another reason. She knew her
physical attractiveness was her key to the good life.
Keely was angling for a rich husband and her virginity
was part of the bait. That desire and her religious
upbringing molded her personality. She was cold and
manipulative, a self-righteous, hypocritical golddigger
with a capital "G."
*
"Don't tell me you're neglected, Peter. Melissa says
you're doing her and Heather Ross. She tells me you're
the best in bed and she should know because she's the
biggest slut in school. You and I won't have sex because
I'm going to marry rich and he'll get me as a virgin."
She smiled cruelly and patted my hand.
"After I'm married, we'll have an affair if you keep your
mouth shut."
So she was planning to be an adulteress, too. Not an
ideal mate, but all of her faults couldn't extinguish the
flame.
I was a poor kid going to the university with a full
football scholarship and a small academic scholarship
that gave me some spending money. When Keely entered the
university, her parents remortgaged their house and her
mom took a second job to pay for it. She pledged Pi Phi,
the rich girls' sorority. Her looks got her the bid.
Keely intensified her search for a rich man. We only
dated when she felt she could use me to meet other men. I
never even kissed her.
Keely pledging Pi Phi had an unexpected benefit for me.
One of her pledge sisters was Susan Sims.
Susan was five feet tall and small boned, a smiling,
intelligent, dyed blonde, browned eyed hourglass of a
woman with a rich daddy. She'd make someone a great wife,
if he could live with her "rich bitch" streak.
That someone could've been me, but I dumped her one
night. I left her seething in the parlor of her sorority
house and went to the dorm. I'd only been in my room a
few minutes when there was a rap on the door. When I
opened it, she stormed into the room.
"You bastard! Nobody dumps me," she snapped.
She stood on tiptoes to slap me and I made no effort to
stop her. Without speaking, I began undressing for bed.
She barked and shrieked because my silence made her more
furious. I was down to my underwear and she was
sputtering incoherently when I pulled her against me with
her wrists held tightly at the small of her back. She was
perfectly still except for the pressure of her breasts
against me as she breathed. Her big brown eyes stared up
at me.
"You're one hell of a woman, Susan. Everything about you
is perfect except you're a spoiled bitch and I won't put
up with that. I guess I could spank you until you behave."
"Touch me and I'll see you in jail!" she squeaked.
"Then what choice do I have except dumping you?"
I let her go, took off my underwear and got in bed.
"Turn out the light on your way out," I said as I turned
my back to her.
"Damn you, Peter Fisher," she screamed.
I didn't respond. Several minutes later, the light went
out, but the door didn't open. I heard the rustling of
clothes. When the bed moved, I rolled toward her.
"Do you want to be mine, Susan?" I asked as she squirmed
against me.
"Yes, I do, Pete," she whispered.
"Be a woman and not a bitch," I replied.
"I can be all the woman you'll ever want," she said
confidently.
Before she left at dawn, Susan proved she was one hell of
a woman in bed. We dated until the end of my sophomore
year. By then, it was clear Susan Sims wanted to be Susan
Fisher. I wanted it, too, but deep in my gut was a small
flame for Keely that kept me from popping the question.
When I didn't ask her to marry me before school recessed
for the summer, Susan broke up with me.
Susan called me on the first day of classes my junior
year.
"I've got an apartment in Willis House," she said. "I
want to see you. Could you please come over?"
When I arrived, she was dressed in a halter and shorts.
"You look great," I said.
"Thanks. Pete, I..."
She wrung her hands as her face turned red. Finally, she
looked me in the eye.
"I'm sorry I broke up with you. Please take me back. I
love you, Pete," she pleaded.
I took her back without regrets. I'd missed her as much
as she'd missed me.
*
Two weeks later, I broke my foot in a game. When I
hobbled into the cafeteria between the athletic dorms, a
tall, rawboned girl with a shock of unruly red hair
smiled at me. A chill ran down my spine. I got my tray
and was waiting in line behind Brute Wyzerocek when I
realized she was at my side.
"Hello, Peter Fisher. I'm Erin Sullivan. You look like
you need some help."
"Thanks. I do. How did you know my name?" I asked.
"I know a lot about you," she replied mysteriously.
"I haven't seen you before."
"I'm a junior college transfer."
"What sport?"
"Volleyball."
"Get your ass out of the way, Fisher," Alabaster Black
snarled from behind us.
Erin helped me with my tray as we sat at a table where we
could talk. She was interesting and intelligent, with big
green eyes that flashed mischievously from a sea of
freckles. After dinner, we went back to my room. We
talked for another hour or so before she left for her own
room in the girls' dorm.
I called Susan, who came over and spent most of the
night.
The next night, Erin and I ate together again before
going back to my room. When I closed the door behind us,
I took her into my arms. She came willingly, warmly
returning my kiss as her body pressed into mine. I felt
the hardness of her muscles under my hands and the
softness of her breasts against me.
"What about your girlfriend?" she asked with a twinkle in
her eyes.
"How did you know about her?"
"I told you. I know a lot about you. One thing I don't
know - are you man enough to handle two women?"
"Sure," I replied smugly.
"Let's go to my room so your girlfriend won't know
another woman's been here."
Erin was tall, long legged, and muscular. Susan was short
and soft. Erin was an athletic challenge. Susan was
giving. Two delightful women so different and yet both
damn good in bed.
I successfully juggled the two of them into October. Erin
made it easy.
"I'm not interested in being your wife, Peter. I just
want to fuck you," she said.
Sometimes I thought there was more to her feelings than
she let on, but I didn't ask. I didn't need to ask with
Susan. She wanted a ring on her finger and I was close to
giving her one.
I saw Keely at the Pi Phi house from time to time. She
was "almost engaged" to Trimble B. Tomlinson IV, who was
the heir to a considerable fortune. He was a snooty
little guy with as much personality as a doorknob, but he
met her criteria.
Susan and I were going to the Pi Phi Halloween party.
I rented a Hercules costume that was two pieces of
leather hung from a leather thong around my waist,
leather underwear like a Speedo swimsuit, and leather
sandals with straps that came up my calves. Susan was
going as Xena. Her costume, like Xena's, was a leather
corset that narrowed the middle and accentuated above and
below. She looked delicious.
We'd only been at the Pi Phi party an hour when she said,
"Pete, this is boring. A friend of mine invited us to
another party out in the woods. Let's do it."
"Who invited us?"
"A girl I don't think you know."
"Who?"
"Erin Sullivan."
My heart stopped and when it started again, Susan was
staring at me.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. Let's go," I replied.
The drive was forty minutes. Susan and I talked about
Christmas when I was going home with her. We both knew
I'd pop the question then. We talked about the upcoming
games and Homecoming, about this and that. What we didn't
talk about was Erin Sullivan. When I asked questions, she
gave short answers and no information worth knowing.
"How the hell did Susan know Erin" was the question
driving me crazy.
Susan knew exactly where we were going. "Turn here. Now
watch for a jack-o-lantern on a fence post."
We stopped deep in the woods and parked with other cars.
When I opened the door, smells of pine and the mustiness
of a fire wafted to me. The crunch of the underbrush when
I took a step, the goose bumps on my skin from the cold,
the hoot of the owl from a tree, were indelibly stamped
on my brain. The stars were bright and the moon was a
full yellow ball overhead. Through the dense foliage, I
could see a flame flickering and hear the crackle of the
fire.
"Isn't this a great spot for a Halloween party?" Susan
said as hugged my arm to her. "It's spooky out here."
We'd taken a few steps when Susan whispered, "Shhh.
Listen."
From the brush to our left came a familiar noise.
"Someone's getting laid," I whispered.
"Two someones," she giggled.
We stumbled to the edge of a clearing. In the middle was
a fire surrounded by a ring about four feet in diameter.
The ring was made of stones as big as cantaloupes. The
fire crackled and popped as its flames rose to chest
height. Next to it was a stone slab like an altar. It was
about three feet above the ground and covered with animal
furs.
The small crowd around the fire stopped talking when we
appeared. I heard a woman groan in orgasm in the dark of
the woods.
A man and woman walked toward us. The man was tall and
lean, with a bald head and piercing black eyes. The woman
looked like Erin, but older. She wore a black cape that
covered her from neck to calf. Boots covered her feet and
their square high heels made her tower over us. Thigh
length flaming red hair billowed around her. Her face
made my cock rise and throb. This was a beautiful and
sexual woman, a formidable woman. A woman like one in a
million.
"Hello, Flanna," Susan said brightly.
"Hello, Susan," the woman said. "Introduce me to your
man."
Flanna took my hand as Susan made the introduction. Her
eyes held mine and I felt an electrical charge pass
through me. My cock ached against the confines of the
leather Speedo.
"Hello, Peter," she said in throaty, near growl. "I've
heard a lot about you."
She introduced the man as Fergus.
"Have a drink," he said, handing Susan and me each an
earthenware chalice filled with a dark liquid.
"It's good. What is it?" Susan asked.
"Drink up," Fergus ordered.
Susan raised the glass to her lips again. When she
started to lower it, Fergus held it in place. Her eyes
were huge and compliant as she obediently swallowed it
all.
"What is it?" I asked.
"An aphrodisiac," Flanna replied. "Drink yours."
"He doesn't need one, Mother."
Erin was at my elbow. She kissed me like I'd kiss a woman
to subdue her, with power and a hand behind the neck. Her
hand was under the tunic tugging down the leather
covering my cock. From behind, Flanna yanked the leather
down. I felt her breasts against my back as she wrapped
her fingers around my cock and cupped my balls with her
other hand.
"Nice," she whispered as she stroked me.
From the back of my sex crazed mind came the warning that
something was strange in my surrendering to them. I'd
always been the dominant partner. This time, I somehow
knew I was to obey Erin and follow her lead.
I did expect a shriek from Susan when Erin kissed me
because Susan's a jealous woman, but she was silent. When
Erin broke the kiss, Susan was in Fergus' arms being
kissed as I'd been.
When I recoiled with a pang of jealousy, Erin dug her
nails into my arm and whispered, "It's all right, Peter.
Be compliant and trust me."
Susan's eyes were dilated and she sighed when Fergus
released her.
"Come to me," Erin said to her. Susan stepped into Erin's
arms and was kissed again, as her arms hung loosely by
her side and Erin bent her body backward.
"Have you told Peter we're lovers?" Erin said to Susan.
Susan giggled and shook her head.
"Well, tell him."
"Erin and I are lovers," Susan said. Her eyes shone with
excitement. "I'd never made it with another woman before,
but Erin taught me how much fun it is. You don't mind, do
you, honey? It makes me hotter for you."
Erin's eyes twinkled when I glanced at her.
"No. I don't mind," I said.
"Pete, I need fucking like I've never needed it. Now.
Please," Susan whimpered.
"She's going to fuck as many as want her, Peter," Erin
said.
"Undress her for them."
Susan and I'd discussed fidelity. I hinted I wanted her
to be faithful, but that I might play around. She'd
smiled like a bear. "You'll be faithful, too," she'd
said, "or, I'll cut off your nuts and fry them for
dinner."
The voice in the back of my head was screaming "don't do
it," but I undressed Susan as she squirmed in sexual
need. My wife to be, who was a relatively modest lady,
showed no hint of embarrassment. Her nipples were hard
and a light red tinged the skin of her upper chest. The
aphrodisiac was working in her.
Fergus removed his cape, which was all he wore, and lay
it on the ground. Susan giggled, grabbed his erection,
and lay back, pulling him into her. I was mesmerized as
she eagerly fucked him at my feet.
"Peter," Erin said, touching me to get my attention.
"This is our night. Mine and my family's. I'm to be
impregnated and I've chosen you to do it."
"I think you should cast another spell on him," Flanna
said.
A spell? Flanna said another spell. Good God, was that
what was making this happen?
"No, Mother. Peter'll be fine. He's like I want him,"
Erin replied.
"Father your children?" I asked.
"Yes, Peter. Tonight's our ritual mating. There. On the
altar."
Visions of Rosemary's Baby flashed in my mind.
"We'll have beautiful and special children, Peter," Erin
said as if reading my thoughts. "I'm the child of a human
and a witch. Is there something grotesque about me?"
"No. You're a beautiful woman."
"Harder, Fergus. Harder!" Susan barked.
"This is unreal," I muttered.
"It's Halloween, Peter. Our night. A night of revelry. A
night of celebration and renewal. Look around you. Hear
the noises. Smell the smells."
"Oh, God, I'm cumming," Susan moaned. Her knees were by
her ears as Fergus slammed deep into her and grunted.
"Over there," Erin said, drawing my attention to another
couple. "And there," she added, pointing to others on the
edge of the clearing.
Fergus stumbled to his feet and pulled Susan up with him.
She was weak kneed and clung to him for support.
Erin's eyes burned into me.
"When did you cast a spell on me?" I asked.
"The first night we were together."
"I don't remember."
"No. That's part of the spell. Susan doesn't remember the
spell I put on her. She does remember making love to me
and how she enjoyed it. She remembers being commanded not
to tell you about us without permission. And she
remembers to obey."
"Will she remember this night?"
"Do you mean will she remember what a slut she was and
how much she enjoyed it? How much she liked being
unfettered rather than being your woman?"
"Yes."
"What she remembers and how she acts in the future will
depend on the spell I cast after the night's over. You're
not under a spell now, Peter. You're free to walk away.
What do you want to do?"
I knew she was telling the truth - the decision was mine.
I didn't fear Erin or her witch's powers. There was
something special between us.
Seamus, a short man built like a fireplug, pulled Susan
away from Fergus and pushed her to her knees. Eagerly,
she sucked his cock, groaning with desire as she did.
Flanna and Fergus were a pace away, watching Erin and me
intently.
"I want you. I want to fuck you." I grinned. "I want to
see you waddling around with my child, Erin Sullivan."
Erin threw her arms around me. As we hugged, I heard
Susan begging Seamus to fuck her.
Fergus stepped to a nearby tree and thrashed it twice
with a dead branch. It sounded hollow, like a drum.
People began to gather around the fire.
Fergus struck the tree twice again. More people gathered
from the dark of the forest's undergrowth to sit or stand
facing the fire and its fur-covered altar.
Erin's voice was joyful as she whispered in my ear.
"Our traditions are old, from the days before the Romans
walked the land of the Celts. You are man and I am as a
woman. You're to take me forcibly, dragging me to your
bed of furs to put your seed in my womb. I'm to resist
you, to fight for my honor, before surrendering to you.
Oh, Peter Fisher, if I were a woman, I'd claw and scratch
to be your woman, but I'm one of the others you call a
witch. You and I cannot be as one, but I'll bear your
children with pride."
She shoved me away and slapped me hard. The sound rang in
my ears and my face stung from the blow.
All human sounds ceased. Only nature talked. The fire
crackled. The trees moaned in the wind. An owl hooted in
the dark of night. Something scurried through the brush
in the edge of light under the trees.
They were watching us, all of them, even Susan as she
reclined in her afterglow. They were watching without
moving or making a sound. The owl hooted again.
"To take me forcibly," she'd said.
Haughtily, Erin swayed just out of reach. Her hips thrust
toward me. Her eyes shown in the light. I stepped toward
her and she jumped back, laughing at my attempt to
capture her.
My body ached for her. I wanted to charge after her, but
I knew what had to be done.
I froze like a statue, with my eyes on Flanna. One side
of me was hot from the fire and sweat beaded on that
skin. My other side was cold from the night and dotted
with goose bumps.
Hot and cold. Wanting and not taking. Action and
inaction. My world and their world.
I waited. Erin taunted me, dancing nearby, questioning my
manhood, her anger growing from my inaction. As her anger
grew, her caution diminished. Closer and closer she came,
yet I didn't move to grab her.
Flanna's eyes were twinkling as she walked toward me. I
wondered if she'd guessed my plan, but when I seized her,
she tried to jerk away. I kissed her hard and held her
body against me.
"Damn you, Peter!" Erin screamed. "You're supposed to
capture me!"
Erin's nails raked my shoulder leaving trails of blood as
she yanked me away from her mother.
I moved and had her. Arm behind her back, twisted
painfully upward. Hand in her red hair. I slammed her
stomach hard against the altar to knock her breath away.
She was stunned. I forced her to her knees and wrapped my
hand over her mouth and nose. I held her until she
slumped unconscious on the ground.
The others didn't move to stop me. I wondered if spells
would be cast, potions thrown in my face, as I took one
of theirs, but the witches' rules of conquest must've
allowed for force.
I stripped Erin and lay her inert body on the furs. I
removed my costume. With the thong of the costume's belt,
I tied Erin's hands over her head and attached them to
one of the altar's stone supports. A male witch murmured
approval from the crowd. I climbed on the altar and
between her legs. She moaned as she awakened to find me
lodged at her entrance.
Erin's magnificent, a powerful, beautiful woman aroused
to her peak. She cursed and begged in English and in her
old tongue I couldn't understand as she squirmed and
thrust against me. I'd never experienced the intensity of
that fuck, a fuck that brought her repeated orgasms until
I couldn't hold back any longer.
My scream reverberated in my ears. My body was rigid as I
emptied myself and collapsed on her.
Hands were on us. Wiping away the sweat. Releasing her
bound wrists. Covering us in the warmth of the furs.
Someone helped me stand and pressed a tankard of ale in
my hand. The men slapped my back and told me well done.
Flanna took my head in her hands and kissed me.
"You were magnificent, Peter. You and I will war, but on
some other day," she said.
I slumped against a rock near the fire, too exhausted to
move. Erin curled in the crook of my arm, her head on my
shoulder and hand on my chest. Susan scurried to me with
a plate of rare meat and another tankard. Kneeling across
my leg with her bare pussy resting against it, she fed me
with her fingers. As I looked at the cum on her and her
swollen lips, I knew her being with all of them was not
an issue. Susan would become my wife, for I saw the love
for me in her eyes.
"Are you jealous of Erin and me, Susan?" I asked.
"Of course not. I'd enjoyed watching you with her."
There we rested until Erin said, "Now for the
entertainment of the evening."
"I thought that was us," I said.
"No."
"What is it?" Susan asked.
"They're going to deflower a virgin. They captured her at
the university using a spell, but she won't be under a
spell when they take her. She'll know what's happening to
her. They'll all have her before the night's over. Watch.
You'll see."
"Is that what happened to you?" I asked.
"No. After my first period, I selected Fergus to take me
for the first time. Since then I've had sex with as many
males as I wanted."
"And you never got pregnant?" I said.
"Male witches are well endowed and virile, but they're
sterile. That's why we must mate with men, Peter," she
replied. "And if we mate on Halloween, the blessings of
our gods assure offspring."
The fire hissed and flared as two men added a heavy log
to it.
Susan's hips began to move, rubbing her pussy against my
leg.
"Pete," she whispered. "I need to be fucked."
"Susan," Erin said. "You'll wait until the ceremony's
over.
Then you'll seek as many men as you can."
"Yes, Erin," Susan replied.
"The virgin they've chosen is Keely. Don't react, Peter.
Just watch," Erin whispered in my ear.
Fergus struck the tree four times. The crowd formed a
circle near the edge of the clearing. They held hands and
faced the fire. Seamus, Fergus, and two other men
gathered around the hollow tree. They began chanting in
the old tongue and the crowd joined in the chant.
The chanting ceased. Fergus stroked the bark of the tree
and it parted under his touch.
Keely stepped out to take his hand and follow as he
guided her to the altar. She was naked except for a
wreath of vines around one ankle and sheaves of wheat
braided in her hair. Her body seemed relaxed and she made
no move to get away, silently complying with his
guidance, but her eyes were terrified by her predicament.
She knelt on the furs that had borne my weight when I
impregnated Erin. Her legs were wantonly spread.
"Drink," Fergus commanded, holding a wooden chalice to
her lips.
It was the aphrodisiac and we could see it working in
her. Keely fought her own desires, but the potion was
stronger and slowly she began to give in.
Sweat broke out on Keely's breasts and she moaned. She
shook her head. Slowly, her hands cupped her breasts. She
tweaked her nipples and pulled on them. Her hips thrust.
A hand slipped between her legs.
Flanna left the circle to stand at the end of the altar
facing Keely.
"Please make it stop. I'm a virgin. I'm engaged to be
married," Keely begged.
Flanna was silent. Keely's finger rose to her mouth and
she sucked away her own juice.
"Please. I'm begging. Please don't do this to me."
Again, Flanna was silent. Keely's hand slipped between
her legs. Her finger flew on her pussy lips and her hips
thrust against her hand. Her face reddened as orgasm
neared, but she gained no relief. Tears of frustration
flowed to fall on her breasts.
"Are you ready?" Flanna asked in a cool, commanding tone.
"Yes, damn you. Yes," Keely hissed.
"Pick the man you wish to be your first."
Keely could barely walk. One hand was between her legs,
the other massaged a breast, as she hobbled from man to
man, staring into their faces as she sought some sign.
Her need was palatable. Her eyes were resigned to her
fate. When she stopped in front of me, I looked away.
"Peter?" she whispered. "Peter, please look at me."
My eyes met hers.
"Be my first, Peter. Please."
Flanna moved beside her.
"Is he your choice?" she asked.
"Yes," Keely answered.
As Flanna guided Keely back to the furred altar, Erin
took my hand.
"Make her beg, Peter. Make her wait as long as you can
before you take her," Erin said to me.
I'd wanted Keely Bishop since I was in junior high
school. I'd ached as I masturbated thinking of her. I'd
closed my eyes to see her face while fucking other women.
One reason I knew Susan was a special woman was I'd never
thought of Keely while I was with her. I realized I never
thought of Keely while I was with Erin either.
Now, Keely lay moaning and waiting for me to take her.
When I walked to the edge of the altar, she brought her
knees to her breasts. Her pussy was swollen and wet.
"Please, fuck me. Oh, God, please, Peter. I need you in
me," she whimpered.
I climbed between her legs, but I made her wait until she
pummeled me with her fists and babbled hysterically. Then
I drove my cock deep into her with one strong thrust.
I had sex with two other women after that before laying
depleted against a tree to watch the orgy in progress.
Both Keely and Susan gave and received pleasure from many
men that night.
Flanna was naked and her body covered in sweat and love
juices when she lay down next to me. Erin covered us with
furs and lay down with us. I slept between them.
In the morning, Flanna awakened me by stroking my cock.
Erin watched as Flanna and I humped under the furs until
Flanna and I came.
"Drink this," Erin said.
I sipped down the potion and my eyes closed in sleep.
I awakened in my room at the dorm with no idea of how I
got there. There was a note pinned to the door from the
football coach asking where I was Saturday and why I'd
missed the game, even though I wouldn't've dressed out
because my foot wasn't healed. It was Sunday morning.
I called Susan, Keely and Erin, but none of them
answered. I ate lunch in the cafeteria, enduring the
verbal jabs from my teammates about why I missed the
game. I told coach I was drunk. He'd never understand if
I told the truth. I wasn't sure I understood.
When I got back to my room, there was a message on the
machine from Susan saying she wasn't at home, but to come
to her apartment for dinner at six.
I lay down for a nap. About an hour later, there was a
knock on the door.
"Hello, Peter," Erin said softly.
"Come in."
"How are you?"
"All right, I think. Look, Erin, I need to know what's
going to happen."
"With what?"
"With my life. With everything."
"What do you want to happen?" she asked.
"I still want to marry Susan. Well, I do if she's what
she was before this weekend. Hell, I..."
"Do you want both of them?" she said, interrupting me.
Her eyes twinkled.
"Both?"
"Yes. Susan as a wife and Keely as a second wife, or,
maybe, a pet."
"They'd never agree."
"They'd agree if I cast spells on them."
"Erin, I find it hard to believe, to understand."
"I know you do, but it's possible."
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Peter, if I do it, there'd be a catch."
"What?"
"Every Halloween, the two of them would be as they were
this weekend. We'd give them the aphrodisiacs and turn
them over to the men of the coven. They won't remember a
thing about it, so don't worry about that."
"Anything else?"
"I want three children, Peter, and I want you to father
all of them." She grinned. "Anyway, I enjoy fucking you
and I want you to agree to be with me when I ask. Without
a spell."
"I'd do that even if you did nothing for me," I replied.
"On Halloween, you'll belong to me, Peter. I'll cast my
spell on you and make you mine."
She smiled and stood up.
"I'll see you tonight at Susan's for dinner," she said.
"Thank you, Erin," I said.
"For what?"
"For all of it."
"You're welcome, Peter," she said lovingly.
When I arrived at six, Susan answered the door, threw her
arms around me, and kissed me heartily, as she always
had.
Erin and Keely were on the couch. Each of them greeted me
as warmly. The surprise was Keely. She was warm and
sweet, looking at me with love, a submissive, obedient
love.
"Pete, we need to talk," Susan said. "Are you going to
ask me to marry you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, Pete, the answer's yes, but... can we both still
have a relationship with Erin? She told me about you
two."
"Yes, we can."
"And can we both have a relationship with Keely? We've
talked Peter. I know you want her and she wants you. It's
all right with me if she moves in with us and sortof
becomes a second wife to you. That is, it's all right if
the first wife and second wife can enjoy each other."
"What would you like, Keely?" I asked.
"Whatever you want of me, Peter," she replied.
"Then let's do it!"
We ate Chinese food and talked. After Erin left, I led
the two of them into the bedroom. As I crawled between
them in bed, I reflected on the situation.
Two eager and loving women all the time in exchange for
being under witches' spells on Halloween wasn't a bad
deal. After all, Halloween's only one day a year.
The End
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