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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
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Copyright 2001, 2003 by E. Z. Riter.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

Please! Give me your comments!

Dear Readers, A little Hallowen magic, first written for a 2001 story
contest. Thanks to Gail and Ruthie for editing and assistance. Enjoy.  E.Z.

ONE DAY A YEAR

By Ezra Zane a/k/a E. Z. Riter

I carried a torch for Keely Bishop.

She was a year behind me in 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, she'd
go out with me because we lived next door and went to the same church.

They shouldn't have worried. Keely knew her physical attractiveness was her
key to the good life. Picture a blonde goddess. A Miss America or Playmate.
A five six, blue eyed wet dream. That's Keely. She was angling for a rich
husband and her virginity was part of the bait. That desire and her
self-righteous religious upbringing molded her personality-cold,
manipulative, a gold-digger in all capitals and flashing neon.

"You and I won't have sex because I'm going to marry rich and he'll get me
as a virgin," Kelly said. "After I'm married, we can 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.

We both were poor kids. She had looks. I had football. I went to the
university on a full football scholarship with a small academic scholarship
that provided some pocket change. When Keely entered the university, her
parents remortgaged their house, cashed in their retirement, and her mom
took a second job.

Kelly pledged Pi Phi, the rich girls' sorority. Her looks got her the bid.
It was expensive but she thought she could find the richest man that way.

Keely pledging Pi Phi had an unexpected benefit for me. She introduced me to
Susan Sims, one of her pledge sisters.

Susan was five three and small boned, a smiling, intelligent, dyed blonde,
brown eyed hourglass of a woman with a rich daddy and an eager pussy. 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'd had enough of
her spoiled brat theatrics. 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 tip toes to slap me and I made no effort to stop her. The slap
resounded like thunder. She looked like she expected me to retaliate, but 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 movement 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 snarled.

"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. She tried talking and cursing and crying and throwing my
clothes at me. I didn't move. She was muttering when the light went out, but
the door didn't open. I heard the rustling of clothes. When the bed moved, I
stayed still.

She tried an old trick. She squirmed under the covers until my cock was in
her mouth. I ate Susan's sweet pussy every chance I got and she enjoyed it
no end. But she had refused to go down on me. I hadn't pushed. There would
be time enough for that.

I rolled on my back and clicked on the bedside lamp. She slipped up to mount
me.

"I want to cum in your mouth," I said.

She sighed. "Yes, Pete," she said softly.

Considering it was her first blowjob, she didn't do too badly.

"How do you like the taste of cum?" I asked.

"Well enough to do it anytime you want," she replied as she knelt beside me.

"Do you want to be my girl?"

"Yes."

"I want your permission to spank you every time I think you need it," I
said.

"Go to hell."

"Get dressed and go home."

I turned out the light. She squealed in frustration and turned on the light.

"All right. I agree."

"Write it out for me. There's pen and paper on the desk."

"No," she said haughtily.

I turned out the light. Mumbling to herself, she turned on the light, went
to desk, and shortly returned with permission, properly signed and dated.

"Come here," I said. She cuddled against me and I turned out the light for
the last time. We fucked in the dark before sleeping in each other's arms.

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 love you, too, Susan," I said honestly. We celebrated being together
again with an indescribable display of sexual pyrotechnics.

Two weeks later, I broke my ankle in the first game of the year. It was no
big deal except I'd be on crutches for awhile. Sunday after the 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.

"Let's go back to my room," she said after dinner.

I'm not a cheater. I never have been. At the time, I didn't think I was
cheating. While I wanted to fuck Erin as much as I wanted Susan, it wasn't
that either. Something inside me told me that having sex with Erin wouldn't
be cheating on Susan. I didn't feel an iota of guilt.

"I'd like that." I replied.

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. We raced to undress, jumped on the bed, and fucked our brains
out.

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 door knob, but he met
her criteria.

One of the big events at the Pi Phi House is their annual Halloween party.
Of course, Susan and I were going. I rented a Hercules costume-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 the above and below, not that Susan
needed it. She did look 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
go there."

"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 does 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."

I raised the cup to my lips, but a hand on my arm stopped me. "He doesn't
need one, Mother," Erin said.

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 Flanna
's 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.

A dark place in the back of my sex-crazed mind screamed a warning not to
accept my surrender to them. I'd always been the dominant partner. This
time, I knew I was to obey Erin and follow her lead.

I expected a shriek from Susan when Erin kissed me because Susan's a jealous
woman, but she watched silently with a smile on her face. 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 and she
was twisting and turning like she was on fire inside. "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 had discussed fidelity. I said she was to be faithful, but I
hinted 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 at her nudity. 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 laid 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. She turned my head toward her. "I'm a witch. This is our
night. Mine and my family's."

"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 will be fine. He's like I want him," Erin replied.
"Peter, I'm to be impregnated and I've chosen you to do it."

"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 anything
grotesque about me?"

"No. You're beautiful."

"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."

Erin raised her hand to my face. With four fingers on my cheek, she gently
stroked the bridge of my nose with her thumb and chanted a few words I didn'
t understand. Suddenly, I saw Erin casting her spell on me and I understood
exactly the spell's effects and limitations.

"Your spell had so little effect on me. Why?" I asked.

"That's what I want to know," Flanna said.

"It's the way I want you," Erin replied.

I knew what she meant, but Flanna said it. "Oh, my. She's in love with you.
That's not good for a witch."

"It's not that bad, Mother," Erin said. "A witch can't marry a human, Peter.
If we could, I would cast a spell on you to create the world's greatest love
affair." She shrugged and squeezed my hand before stepping away from me.

"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 tree limb.
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."

"Listen one. Listen all," Fergus called. "Gather 'round and listen."

Even Susan stopped, with Seamus' hard cock half way in her swollen and
dripping pussy.

"Tonight, our night of nights, we gather, as our gods demand, to watch the
taking of our dear Erin and seed being planted in her fertile womb."

The crowd began to settle. Susan knelt facing the fire with her tiny hand
around Seamus' cock.

"She has chosen Peter to make her with child. May their union be blessed."

Erin 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. They were watching without moving or
making a sound. The owl hooted again.

To take me forcibly, Erin had said.

Haughtily, Erin swayed just out of reach. Her hips thrust toward me. Her
eyes glittered 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 there. 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 the ground and wrapped my hand
over her mouth and nose. I held her until she slumped unconscious.

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.

I drove my cock in her.

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 had no desire to rush my seed
squirting into her. I knew that would happen. I wanted to give her a fucking
she'd never forget and an ocean of sperm to plant my child in her.

I'd never experienced intensity like it. 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 do battle some 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 and someone's cum
oozing out, she fed me with her fingers. As I looked at the cum on her and
her swollen lips, I knew her being used by them was not an issue. Susan
would become my wife, for I saw her love for me in her eyes.

"Are you jealous of Erin and me, Susan?" I asked.

"Of course not. I 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 is over.
Watch. You'll see."

"Is that what happened to you?" I asked.

"No. After my first period, I selected Fergus to take my virginity. 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. Susan faced her and Erin put her hand on Susan's face,
with her thumb stroking Susan's nose. "You'll wait until the ceremony's
over. Then you'll fuck any man who wants you."

"Yes, Erin," Susan replied. She curled up on the other side of me.

"The virgin they've chosen is Keely Bishop. Yes, I know she's your deep,
dark secret. 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 followed 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 wasn't able to cum. Tears of frustration fell
on her ample 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. She touched me and stroked my nose as she chanted strange
words. She grinned. "You won't orgasm any more tonight, stud. Have fun."

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.

"Fuck me, damn you. Fuck me," she barked as she grabbed my cock and tried to
get it in her pussy. She pummeled me with her fists and babbled
hysterically.

"You're a gold-digging bitch," I said.

"Yes, but I'll be yours, Peter. I'll be whatever you want me to be if you'll
only fuck me."

I felt her hymen tear and her blood. I heard her screech and demand I fuck
her harder. I fucked her until I thought it was enough. The moment I
dismounted, she rolled off the alter and grabbed the nearest cock, begging
him to fuck her.

Fucking without cumming isn't a lot of fun. I fucked four other women before
I looked for Erin. She was screwing a small, trollish looking man.

"Please let me orgasm."

"Mother," she gasped.

Flanna, covered in furs, was resting near the fire. She saw my throbbing
erection. She chuckled and said, "Something I can help you with, Peter."

"Your daughter sent me to you," I replied.

"Isn't she the sweetest thing," she purred. She threw the furs aside and I
crawled on her.

I awakened in my room at the dorm with no idea of how I got there. It was
Sunday morning. 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 would
not have dressed out because my foot wasn't healed.

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?" she asked shyly. I realized she was afraid I'd be angry with
her. I didn't know if I was or I wasn't because I didn't know what was going
to happen.

"Fine, but I need to know what's going to happen with my life."

"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."

"Don't worry," she said, interrupting me. Her eyes twinkled. "I've arranged
everything." She plopped down on the bed. "How would you like both of them?"

"Both?"

"Yes. Susan as a wife and Keely as a second wife, or, maybe, a pet."

"They'll never agree to that."

"Yes, they will. I've already done it." Her eyes narrowed. "But I can change
it if that's what you want."

"No. I think I like it just the way you've done it."

"Think?" She snorted.

"All right. I know I like it."

"Peter, there is a catch."

"What?"

"Every Halloween, we'll give both of them aphrodisiacs and turn them over to
the men of the coven. All they'll remember is they went to a party with you
and had a great time. And I want three children, Peter. You'll 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.

She smiled and stood up. "I'll see you tonight at Susan's for dinner," she
said. She kissed me and left me wondering what the future would bring.

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.

Susan guided me to the big chair, shoved a beer in my hand, and knelt by my
feet. "Are you going to ask me to marry you?" she asked.

"Yes, I am." I replied.

"I accept, but I do have three conditions. I want you to agree to them
before we go any farther."

"What are they?" I asked.

"Keely's going to marry Trimble," Susan said.

"Only because you're taken, Peter," Keely interrupted.

"Okay, but what are the conditions?"

"She loves you. I insist that you have an affair with her, a lifetime
affair, and that you father her children."

"You insist?"

"Yes, I do. And I insist you have an affair with Erin and father her
children, too."

"Anything else?" I said. Erin was smirking as she winked at me.

"Only one more thing. I'll have sex with them, too, but never anyone else. I
promise you that."

"All right. Since you insist, I agree to the conditions."

"Oh, Peter. I do love you so," she said. Big tears filled her eyes as she
crawled into my lap and kissed me.

I don't remember the exact sequence, but we all ended naked on the floor
where we did wonderful things to one another. Erin ordered Chinese. I do
remember the delivery boy's expression when she answered the door and he saw
us all naked.

 From the relative safety of the couch, I was watching Susan and Keely on the
floor. Erin was curled up against me with her hand wrapped around my soft
cock.

"Do you believe in witch's spells?" she asked.

"I sure do," I said. "Nothing else would explain that." I pointed at Keely,
who had her mouth buried between Susan's legs.

"Sharing them with a coven won't be so bad, Peter. After all, Halloween is
only one day a year."

The End

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