Dear Diary,
It’s been a week since the night at the restaurant and the subsequent drive out into the country to do some stargazing– and quite a lot more than that. Since then though, I’ve not seen much of Mona outside a few passing interactions between classes and one hurried makeout session in her car one night that had led to us moving to the backseat once the windows steamed up enough that she couldn’t drive away anyway.
I can still taste the lip gloss she’d had on that night– sweet strawberry– and when she’d ridden me hard and fast, breathing my name over and over again and making Roxy shake back and forth with the effort of it, I thought I might black out, especially when she’d begged me to fill her up, to give her something to feel for the rest of the week.
I’d left her car completely drained and walking on cloud nine.
But that was five days ago now and since then we’d barely even kissed. Mona keeps telling me that she’s preparing “something big” for me, and alluding to “a sacrifice”. I’m sure it’s just another one of her dramatic turns of phrase. I am starting to get a little worried that maybe the real issue is she’s not as into me as she thought at first? It’s stupid, I know, but a little worm of doubt has been easting away at me all week now. I get wanting the date to be special, but why would she be practically avoiding me all week?
Tonight is the night though. I’m supposed to meet her at her place in an hour. Either I’ve been misunderstanding things and everything will turn out ok, or the next entry will be a lot different than this one…
I set my pen down, glancing around the room for anything I might have missed and doing a mental check of all my belongings. Wallet? Check. Keys? Check? Glasses? Check. Anxiety? Double-check. I have no idea what I’m about to walk into and the fact that the date is apparently at Mona’s apartment isn’t really helping matters. I’m half-expecting to be sat down and told that she’s had her fun and that it’s time for me to go.
The thought of that makes my stomach wring itself into a tight knot and my fingers clench in impotent nervousness. I force myself to take a deep breath as every conversation Mona and I have had all week replays in my head. I’ve scoured the memories for hours now hoping to glean some bit of what she’s thinking, but it’s no use. Mona has been, and continues to be, a mystery to me.
It’s part of what I like about her. She’s wild and unpredictable, where I’m… well, she’d called me “determined” when she’d first come up to me that night in the library, but secretly I still think of myself as pretty boring– certainly not the kind of guy that winds up with someone like Mona, who is not only charming and witty but drop-dead gorgeous to boot.
Snap out of it Timothy! I tell myself for about the thousandth time this week. If she didn’t like you, why hasn’t she just broken it off already? Why give you that kiss on Wednesday after English class? Why leave a note on your truck yesterday with every letter I dotted with a heart?
I pace in my dorm room until it’s socially acceptable to leave, knowing I’ll still be a few minutes early but unable to stay still for any longer.
Ten minutes later I’m parked outside her apartment, working up the courage to enter. My phone buzzes. It’s Mona.
“I can see you out there you know. Such a responsible lad to be here right on time. I like that about you. Now come inside already!”
I glance up to see one of the curtains twitch as though someone had just been peeking through it. For the first time all night the icy grip of my self-doubt loosens a little. Mona was always full of surprises and seemed to know where I was through some kind of sixth sense. For some reason the fact that it’s still working makes me feel better, even if she has just caught me unprepared again.
The front door is unlocked, but the space beyond is utterly dark. Even the sunlight from outside only pierces a few feet in before veils of gossamer black fabric intercept it, shielding the rest of the apartment from view.
“Hello?” I call out uncertainly.
“Enter,” comes a deep, feminine voice from further in. I recognize it as Mona, but I’ve never heard her talk like that before. My brows scrunch together in confusion.
“Mona? What is this?”
“Enter, if you dare!” The voice says again. I swear I hear a giggle following the proclamation.
I shut the door behind me and blindly start to push my way through the black fabric, my unease returning as I start to see flickering candlelight coming from the doorframe of what I know is Mona’s living room. As I approach, I start to hear chanting too, a low pulse of sound that makes the hairs on my arm stand on end.
Suddenly all Mona’s jokes about a sacrifice didn’t seem quite so farfetched.
What am I walking into?
Mona’s living room has been transformed. Candles flicker along the windowsills and above the mantle of the long-disused fireplace, wafting various scents into the air. Her couch has been pushed to one side and her mattress has been dragged into the center of the room and covered in black bedsheets and rose petals. More of the gossamer fabric from the entranceway trails across the ceiling, making the whole thing appear larger than before and giving the whole space a cave-like impression that is only heightened by the lack of light. Other than the flickering candles, the room is pitch black.
Mona sits in a wide-backed chair at the head of the mattress, dressed in a black dress so scandalous that it was either purchased as lingerie from an adult toy shop or as a ‘slutty witch’ costume for Halloween. The hem just barely hangs down below her waist and her crossed legs leave little to the imagination. She is barefoot and wearing a pointed witch’s hat, the brim pulled low so that her dark hair frames her face. Her mascara-darkened eyes reflect the flickering candles as she watches me take her in, her mouth curling slightly upward on one side.
“Hello Timothy,” she intones. “And welcome to tonight’s sacrifice.”
“Uhhh…”
“With me are my two fellow witches– Rita and Iris.” Mona inclines her head slightly to the right and then the left, indicating each of them in turn.
It’s only then that I notice that there are two more chairs next to and slightly behind Mona’s.
Rita sits to her right, a tall, blonde woman who wears a similar dress to Mona’s, only in a shade of blue so deep it reminds me of ocean depths or the last gasp of twilight. Her hair is pulled into a complex bun and her eyes dance with the same fire as Mona’s. She winks at me as she sees me looking, then turns her eyes back to my girlfriend.
Iris is on her other side, dark-skinned and with a dress in a deep purple hue that brings out her chocolate-colored eyes. By far the bustiest of the three, her dress strains at the seams and she looks across the room at me through lidded eyes, biting her lower lip as she takes in my astonished stare.
“Now that the sacrifice is here, instead of sitting in his pickup,” Mona continues lightly. “We shall begin the ritual. The spring solstice is upon us, and with it, the chance to ask the universe for a boon of fertility.”
My cock twitches a little at that.
“Has the sacrifice been prepared properly?” Iris asks, her lips curling upward into a grin so lascivious that it makes me shiver.
“Well…” Mona says, flashing me a grin of her own. “I may have cheated once this week. But I was really desperate… you’ll see why soon.”
Iris rolls her eyes and Rita stifles a laugh in her hand.
“And is the sacrifice willing?” Rita says after she recovers herself. “Does he give himself to us of his own free will?”
All three of them stare at me now.
“Um… What’s going on?”
Rita blinks, then turns to Mona.
“You didn’t tell him?!”
“I was saving it for tonight! Besides, it would have ruined the mystique!”
“Mona, seriously, you are too much,” Iris laughs, touching her hand to her forehead in disbelief.
“Fine, fine,” Mona grumbles, standing up from her chair and crossing the room to me, her bare legs flashing in the candlelight. I watch on in silent awe as she wraps one arm around my neck, placing the other hand on my thigh, fingers splayed so that her thumb is inches away from my cock. She presses her body to me, the warmth of her igniting my own fire.
“Timothy,” she purrs in my ear. “Tonight I plan to sacrifice you to my two best friends here so that we can all three play with you. As you no doubt noticed, we haven’t had any fun all week.”
“-Except the time you apparently did,” Rita calls out. Mona huffs in annoyance.
“We have only had fun once this week,” she continues, “and that’s because tonight you will need all of your seed, because the ritual won’t end until you fill each one of us. That’s the sacrifice.”
My mouth falls open, my body going numb with shock.
Surely I’d not heard her correctly. Surely–
But Mona is already continuing. “And when you have filled each of us, only then will the ritual be complete and the solstice will be properly, um…”
She flounders for a word glancing over her shoulder to her friends.
“Venerated,” supplies Iris, rolling her eyes again.
“Venerated!” Mona agrees, pressing her lips to my neck. Her thumb moves closer to my crotch, tracing the outline of the head of my cock, which has already started to stiffen by her words alone.
“So, Timothy…” she whispers. “What do you say?”
The other two look intently to me, hardly breathing. Mona kisses my neck, her eyelashes brushing against my chin.
“Ok,” I breathe, hardly believing what I’d just heard.
And just like that, the pact is sealed.
“Excellent!” Mona chirps, skipping back to her chair. “Now, sacrifice, disrobe yourself!”
I blink twice, but when she doesn’t say anything more I gather that she’s serious. Iris and Rita are certainly looking at me with undisguised interest too.
I guess if Mona is serious about this they’ll see it eventually anyway.
I start to pull off my shirt as the chanting in the room grows louder, no doubt controlled by some hidden speaker. It’s not until my pants hit the floor though and the full extent of my growing erection becomes clear that I see Iris lick her lips and Rita unconsciously cross and then recross her legs.
“Where’d you find him?” Rita asks, suddenly a little breathy.
“Trade secret,” Mona says sweetly, batting her eyelashes at her friend.
“Bitch,” Rita fires back without any heat.
“I think I can take care of the rest,” Mona says, once again approaching me. She leads me to her mattress then kneels in front of me, hooking her thumbs into my boxers and tugging them down so that my cock springs free, fully at attention. For a moment I think she’s going to start blowing me right then and there, but instead she simply runs her hands up my chest, standing up and planting a kiss on my lips.
“One more thing,” she says sweetly in my ear. Suddenly the world goes dark. “You’ll be blindfolded for the duration of the ritual– if you cum inside someone who you’ve already filled, you’ll just have to keep going until you manage to get all three of us. Just be sure that I’m the last one, ok? It’s supposed to be good luck…”
“How am I supposed to-”
A finger to my lips silences me as she pushes me down onto the mattress until I am flat on my back. For a long moment I hear nothing but the sound of them whispering, discussing something just out of the range of my hearing. I hold still, trying to make out the words.
And then they are next to me. A pair of hands runs across my chest. Another starts to massage my thighs. And a third caresses my balls, working their way up my shaft. They are silent now save for their breathing, and that alone isn’t enough to identify them.
The first mouth engulfs my cock a moment later as the hands continue to rub my body all over, stimulating everything from my chest to my calves. But my attention is drawn entirely to the feeling of a warm tongue swirling around the head of my cock and teasing my opening. Whoever it is hums softly, lowering down even further as my toes start to curl.
Blind, I can do no more than grope helplessly– that is, until a pair of hands catches my wrists.
“Keep still,” Mona hisses playfully, “or we’ll have to break out the handcuffs.”
The fact that she’s not the one sucking me right now nearly sends me over the edge right then. But the threat of being bound does do the trick– I grip the mattress so hard that my fingers start to ache as whoever it is takes me into their throat. I feel it constricting around my cock as she gags softly before pulling away. Cool air caresses my shaft.
But not for long.
Another sensation takes over now– a new warmth, one both similar and different to the mouth before.
I hear a grunt as one of the women starts to lower herself onto me, her pussy opening for me as she eagerly starts to bounce up and down.
Holy shit. This is happening…
I have no idea who it is. Still they are silent, and still the others play with my body, trailing fingers across my chest and sides, down my legs, even teasing my balls as their friend rides me from above.
The chanting in the room is joined by a new trio of voices.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
The three women intone the phrase over and over so that it sinks into my brain. The one riding me matches her rhythm to the cadence.
From time to time I feel only one or two hands and the mental image of where the other ones might be– and who they might be touching instead of me, makes my dick throb uncontrollably. In my head it’s Mona riding me, with her friends on either side, worshipping her breasts with their mouths, their hands alternating between touching her and me. I picture Mona’s body writhing on top of me, picture the way her eyes scrunch when she cums, the way she moans when she–
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, suddenly feeling my body giving in to the pleasure. Above me I hear another muffled groan as whoever it is on top of me hits their own orgasm. The wetness around my cock constricts as I pump my first load of the evening into my unknown partner. She places two hands on my chest, rocking her hips back and forth and driving me deep as she milks every drop from me.
There is no intermission, no reprieve. No sooner has she finished, her pussy spasming one final time around me, than she pulls away and the hands return, this time more gently, fingertips just barely touching the wetness she left behind.
The chanting in the room combined with the blindfold is making my head spin. When one of the women blows a warm breath across the head of my cock it’s like she breathes new life into it. I sink deeper into this ritual of theirs as I feel my body reawaken, minutes after I’d just cum for the first time.
I’m a little amazed at just how quickly I’d recovered. Maybe Mona was on to something.
No sooner has the thought crossed my mind than another mouth takes me in. This time the moan is deeper, whoever it is clearly enjoying the taste as they use their tongue to lick up and down my shaft.
Less than a minute later I feel the mattress shift once more and someone else– or maybe the same person as before?– is lowering themself onto me.
I focus, trying to tell if it’s a different kind of tightness, but whoever it is is taking things slow, rocking back and forth rather than moving up and down and grinding their clit against me. It feels amazing, but I can’t glean anything about them from it other than that whoever it is clearly isn’t in any rush.
On and on they move with me, hips flexing in time with my own. My mouth hangs open, which turns out to be an invitation. Someone’s pussy covers it, their hands gripping my hair and urging me to lick.
I lick. I taste their sweetness as one of their friends rides me. Again the mental images start to build. From the angle of the legs around my ears I know that the two women are facing each other. Are they kissing? Are they touching each other? There’s only one pair of hands on me now, teasing my sides and stomach, and I’d give just about anything to be able to see what the other ones are doing.
I don’t dare move my own hands though, not after Mona’s warning. And so I grip the mattress even tighter as the two women ride me– one on my face, the other on my cock.
My orgasm takes longer to build this time. So does hers. The strange chanting begins again though as she reaches some point of no return.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
She does, a stifled whimper escaping her lips as she climaxes around me. This time it’s her climax that sets off mine and for the second time in less than half an hour I feel my cock pulsing, flooding her with my cum. She collapses backwards and, unable to tell who she is, I imagine all three of them with flushed faces, looking up at the ceiling with a sheen of sweat glistening in the candlelight.
The hands are back now, and for the first time since she warned me about not using my hands, Mona whispers in my ear again.
“You’ve done well so far, Timothy.” Her voice is low and throaty. “Two of us have been filled with your seed. But the third remains empty…” Had I already cum inside her? Or was she still waiting her turn?
“We’re going to get you hard again,” she continues, sounding completely certain in their ability to do so. “And this time, you’ll have to decide when you want to release. I hope you choose wisely…”
I have no idea what she means, but she puts a finger to my lips again before I can say anything.
Already their hands are all over me once more. My cock stirs, somehow still responding even after cumming twice already tonight. Had Mona slipped me something? Or am I just that horny?
When one of them runs a finger along the underside of my shaft and causes my whole body to shake I have my answer.
All three of them giggle at seeing the effect they have on me. Still, it takes a few minutes more to bring me back to full hardness– a few minutes of utter and complete blissful torture as six hands and three mouths work over my body with a singular purpose. At one point one of the women is running her tongue in circles around the head of my cock while another of them uses her tongue to caress my balls and the third one has her mouth on my neck, pressing her lips hard against me as she works up one side and down the other.
I start to seriously wonder if it’s all a dream, if any moment now I’ll wake up.
Gradually my cock returns to full hardness, and the women celebrate by each giving it a kiss.
“Now the fun part,” Mona breathes. I feel her climb on top of me, feel her start to lower herself down onto my cock.
What did she mean, I’d have to choose? Seems like she’s chosen for me…
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…” The chant begins again as Mona slides up and down my shaft, her inner walls gripping me with each movement. But after about fifteen strokes, she pauses, and suddenly she is gone.
Then someone else takes over.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
The chanting continues as a different woman starts to move on me, faster now. Again, after a scant handful of strokes, she gets up.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
Another pussy wraps around my cock. Or maybe it’s Mona’s again? I can’t tell, and their voices are similar enough that the chanting doesn’t help. Besides, I can hardly focus on anything but the feeling of them riding me…
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
Another swap. They are moving faster, building the pace with each transition. My body is starting to tense, the mental image of each of them taking turns on top of me driving me to new heights.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
The chant has wormed its way into my brain, mixing with the sound of them as they fuck me, the wet noises of their pussies as each one in turn moves along my shaft.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
My toes are curling. My breath is coming in ragged gasps. Mona’s words come back to me now in a new light– but how am I supposed to know which one I haven’t cum in yet?
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
Again they switch, moving like a well-oiled machine now, hardly missing a beat between one pussy lifting off of me and the next taking me all the way inside her. I feel their legs flexing next to mine as each one takes her turn…
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
My body isn’t built to handle this kind of stimulation. My cock is aching, desperate for a release that keeps getting delayed by the change in riders. The rhythm is just erratic enough that I can’t ever fully let go.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
I hear myself muttering the words now too, utterly lost in the debauchery taking place. Another orgasm is building up inside me; this one threatens to undo me completely. I sense that I will have to make it count.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
Their voices are driving me crazy with lust as they get more and more intense the longer they ride me. I know they must be close to cumming too, and I have a brief flash of regret that I can only finish inside one of them– hopefully the only one left I haven’t cum in yet.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
I’m on the edge, clenching my fists and my thighs and my toes all to keep myself from exploding quite yet. My mind is frantically whirring. I know I don’t have much longer to make my choice.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce…”
Someone lowers themself onto me again, but this time it’s different. This time they flex their inner walls so that the pussy all around me ripples with sensations. I gasp as the chant begins anew, suddenly certain.
I don’t know if she’s the right choice, but she’s my choice. I’ve felt the things Mona’s pussy can do before. I know it’s her on top of me, and as soon as I know that, my body tenses one last time, preparing for the final climax.
As yet another stifled cry fills the room I grunt underneath her. Consequences be damned, I grab Mona’s hips. As I unleash myself inside her, I pull her down to me, my lips blindly seeking hers.
Our kiss is searing. Mona groans into my mouth as her own orgasm washes over her. I hold her tight until I am done twitching and she is done squeezing, and both of us are done panting.
“Good choice, Timothy,” Mona whispers for my ears only as she removes the blindfold. I blink in the suddenly-bright candlelight, seeing her flushed face inches above mine. She is beaming and as my eyes meet hers she leans down to plant another kiss on my lips, this time squeezing my cock for emphasis. There is a warmth in her eyes that has nothing to do with sex, a passion there that goes beyond the physical act we’ve just shared. My heart flutters as Mona gives me a look that sears into my soul.
“The ritual is complete!” Rita says officiously, sounding a bit miffed.
“Mona, you’re such a spoilsport,” Iris complains. “I didn’t even get to cum again. You couldn’t have let him eat me out a little more?”
Mona looks over her shoulder at them, sticking her tongue out.
“Don’t worry,” she says, stretching languidly above me. “Next week is the full moon, so we’ll have to do a ritual for that too. And then we’ve got the eclipse, the meteor shower, and don’t forget Earth day!” You’ll have plenty more chances to try out Timothy’s cock, isn’t that right Timothy?”
“Uh-huh?” I mumble, still reeling from the idea that I might get to do this again. “I mean, uh, yeah… definitely.”
Iris doesn’t look completely satisfied, but she shrugs acceptance before leaning over to give Rita a kiss on the cheek. Her dress is bunched around her waist and I see a thin trail of my cum starting to slip out of her.
“For now though,” Mona mumbles, nuzzling her face into my collarbone. “Time to let the magic do its thing.”
The other two join us on the mattress, lying to either side of Mona and me. Rita finds a blanket to toss over us all and before I know it we are falling asleep one by one. It’s not until much later that I wake up and realize Mona has curled up next to me. The candles have long since burnt out and a thin shaft of moonlight illuminates her pale face.
I gently kiss her cheek. She’s always beautiful, but right now she looks practically divine.
“I’m glad you’re my girlfriend,” I tell her softly in the moonlight. She doesn’t stir, but that’s ok. I know she’s glad too. I vow then and there to make sure it stays that way, for tonight, and for all the nights to come.
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