All Saints Eve

I grabbed the plates and placed them at the two place settings that were at the nearest end of the largest dining room table I had ever seen. It looked like something from the Adams Family TV show. I thought, 'there's room for twenty four people here.'

It was a magnificent piece of furniture. It didn't surprise me that the now familiar coat of arms was carved into the centre of the table.

True to her word Beverley was back within minutes; she placed a bottle of wine on the table as she came into the room. She had changed the woolen dress she'd been wearing when she picked me up and was now in a black silk dress that had a plunging neckline.

The bottom of the dress finished an inch above her knee and there were slits up each side, again to mid-thigh. Her legs were now minus the stockings she had worn earlier. A thin black leather belt held the centre of the dress against her slim waist. There was no sign of a clasp on the belt, it seemed to be simply tied and pulled around to the left. There was what looked like gold bullets attached to each end of the leather belt; they were touching one another as the leather hung loosely from the knot. Her shoes were as simple as the belt; they were made from soft black leather and were virtually flat, the heel maybe a quarter inch higher than the sole. To complete the outfit she wore a plain gold necklace that looked like a sleeping snake and a pair of gold earrings that were replicas of the phoenix in her coat of arms.

"Beverley, you look absolutely stunning."

"Well thank you kind sir."

"How come when I go out with a girl it takes her hours to get ready and the result is nothing like this?"

"Experience is what it's about Danny, experience. Your girlfriends are probably in their late teens or early twenties. I am forty tomorrow, so I have had many more occasions to get ready than they have."

"It is your birthday tomorrow?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, it's a big coincidence, because November 1st is my birthday as well. I'll be 21 tomorrow."

"Yes, I know."

"How do you know?" I asked

"I think you may have mentioned it Danny."

"Oh, OK. We should celebrate then, what do you think?"

"I agree. Would you like to pour the wine?"

I looked at the wine bottle and thought... 'No, it can't be.' I turned the label toward me. Sure enough, it was a 1942 Dom Perignon, exactly as requested. "My God Beverley, I was only joking when I asked for this particular wine. I was being a little silly, I didn't mean it... I was..." I was very embarrassed. The only reason I asked for this wine was because I'd heard a friend say that it was the most expensive wine his father had ever had. He'd had some in France on his honeymoon.

"Danny, I like your choice of wine with our lasagna. Most people would have asked for a red, but your choice was perfect. So, let us celebrate."

The dinner was excellent. The conversation was as though we had been friends for years, and the age difference was neither mentioned nor became and issue. As we settled back to drink coffee and sip on a superb brandy Beverley explained about her friends that would be arriving soon.

"I'm sorry Danny, I won't be asking you to join us. The meeting we have planned is strictly for me and my friends. It is my turn to host the meeting and they will be here in about half an hour from now. I'll just clean up these few things, fill the dishwasher and have time to change before they arrive. I'll show you your room and you have the choice of anything that may take your fancy in my library."

I was very disappointed that we would be parting, but said, "OK Beverley, show me the way."

She briefly showed me the entrance to the library, and then took me up to what was to be my room for the night. It was huge, like everything in this house. The bed was enormous, I am sure that I could have invited at least three others into the bed with me and there would be ample room for everyone. Like everywhere else in the house, the temperature was comfortable and I was looking forward to a good nights rest.

"This is really great of you to do this Beverley. Thanks again."

"That's OK; it is my pleasure." She left and I could hear her footsteps as she went down the polished wooden stairs toward the living room.

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I waited a few minutes, so that she wouldn't feel as though I was following her, and then set off for the library to see if I could find a book to help me to go to sleep. I was still feeling very relaxed after dinner, and, if she was going to be with friends until the small hours I would have to accept this and make the best use of the fantastic facilities while they were available.

The door to the library was to the left of the front door, just a few steps passed the main tiled entranceway.

As I was looking around the library I was intrigued by not only the sheer volume of books but the quality and diversity of subjects on display. The one area of the library that fascinated me was the section that seemed to be solely for books on the occult. I picked up the first book on the shelf and it fell open at a page that showed a drawing of the devil, or a representation of what people in New York State thought the devil would look like in the early 1900's.

The book was in mint condition. The first page showed a beautiful charcoal drawing of the devil thrusting his goat-like penis into a writhing young woman. Reading the text that went with the drawing, it described this happening in many parts of the country on October 31st, All Saints Eve. Other pen and ink drawings throughout the book were also very graphic; the look of terror mixed with pleasure on the young women's faces was hard to get out of my mind.

I heard the harsh noise of the front door bell. It was enough to bring me to my senses again. Still clutching the book on black magic and devil worship I made my way over to the door I had used to enter the library. I opened it an inch and looked out onto the entranceway.

Beverley was now dressed from head to toe in what looked like a black cloak. There was a hood attached from the area surrounding her shoulders. Before she opened the front door she pulled a mask from a pocket in the cloak. She placed the mask on her face, and then quickly flipped the hood up over her head. If I had not seen her before she took these two actions I would not have recognised her.

As Beverley opened the door to what appeared to be a crowd of people. They spilled into the entrance area leading from the front door. They were eerily quiet considering there were over a dozen people in the group. I switched my position slightly behind the door so I could keep my eyes on the new arrivals. Nobody could see me from where they were, but I could see them all. They were all dressed alike, exactly the way that Beverley was dressed... head to toe in black, with a hood covering the majority of the head and a mask covering most of what was left. The lower half of each face was visible, making it easier to tell which were men and which were women.

With Beverley included, there were now six men and seven women. As the last person came in through the door Beverley closed and bolted it. The last one in was an older man from the look of his grey beard showing below his mask. He looked at her and said, "Has he arrived?"

Beverley said, "He has."

"Then let us begin." It was obvious that Grey Beard was in charge - whether it was Beverley's house of not.

The group moved in a slightly more animated way as they went through into the living room. They were now making slightly more noise, like old friends greeting one another; they seemed relieved at being indoors.

I didn't know what to make of this new twist in my eventful day. If I was an Alice in Wonderland character I might have said, "Curiouser and Curiouser." I left my hiding place behind the door and quietly made my way over to the stairs. I knew that if I could get a few steps from the bottom I would probably be able to see the group as they moved further into the living room.

I was surprised to find that when I did get three steps higher than the ground level all I could see was the last person, probably Grey Beard, going through a narrow oblong hole in the far wall. A mirror appeared to have moved to one side and the hole was behind it. From what I could see from this distance there seemed to be a darkened corridor leading downwards from the hole behind the mirror. Grey Beard pulled a loop that hung from a wall light next to the hole in the wall and the mirror began to slowly slide back into place as he disappeared inside.

Although I was frightened at the thought of what this group were about to do I was dying with curiosity to see what was happening. I almost ran over to the mirror in the living room and put my head against it to see if I could hear anything. When I realised that there was nothing to hear I quickly began to inspect the wall light.

Grey Beard had pulled something to close the hole in the wall up, so my logic told me that the same gadget would probably also open it. The light was made of polished brass and the underside was a half inch thick, three inch circle. It looked as though this circle of brass was part of the one whole solid lamp, but when I placed my hand into the circle and pulled down it came apart from the rest of the frame. As I did this the mirror slid across to the right and exposed the dark corridor, in fact it was more than just dark it was as black as the inside of a coal mine.

I left the mirror to one side and gingerly went into the corridor with my arms extended like a B movie Frankenstein's monster. Even though there was light penetrating the corridor I kept my hands in contact with the side walls because I had only gone in a matter of four paces and my body had blocked out most of the available light. Another five paces and I felt flat surface blocking the way. After a couple of seconds of groping I felt a door knob; I turned it and pulled the door toward me.

The first sensation I got was smell. I could smell ozone, exactly like the smell of playing with an electric train set as a kid. The next sensation was visual, as I opened the door further it dawned on me that there was light ahead. It wasn't full light, it was simply a glimmer, it was like hiding under your blankets in your bedroom and, although the lights are out in the room, the room appears to be lighter than it was when you were under the blankets.

I made a decision to go back and close the hole in the wall with the mirror door before I proceeded any further. After I'd done this I again groped my way back to the door at the end of the corridor, completely blind this time. I was now able to open the door leading to wherever the group of people had gone, without any light at all spilling in past this door. I was scared, I didn't mind admitting it. The last thing I wanted to happen was someone to see me before I'd had a chance to see them and find out what they were doing.

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I could hear a slow rhythmic chanting as I made my way further down the corridor. It sounded like "USANGA, usanga - USANGA, usanga," and kept repeating itself. The noise reminded me of the old Ronald Coleman movies where the 'natives' are restless in the jungle and frighten the white hunters with their eerie chants.

As I got closer to the light I was able to make out the shapes of the black-cloaked figures. They were now holding hands and in a circle. They were slowly revolving like kids would when playing the ring-a-roses games at school.

Looking at the lower half of their faces showed that the order of the people in the ring was now male, female, male female and so on around the circle. As I got closer I could now see that the cloaks were not buttoned up at the front and as each figure moved so the cloak would open slightly, then sway from side to side.

It was obvious that the people were naked behind their cloaks. Some of the men were showing their excitement at the prospect of the evening's activities. Their rigid members sticking straight out from their bodies, in some cases well beyond the confines of the cloak. One of the men was enormous... his penis at least ten inches in length; the purple head shining, even in the poor lighting. It moved from side to side like a cobra - and was as thick as a coke can.

Danny could not help being fascinated by this activity taking place in front of him. He was also beginning to get excited too. He had never been a voyeur before, it appeared that tonight was to be his first night.

As the chanting slowed to a complete stop, he heard grey beard begin to speak: "Coven brothers and sisters... As we know, tonight is All Saints Eve; some will know this as All Hallows Eve or Halloween." He broke ranks with the people on either side of him and they quickly took the hand of the next person to close the ring. Grey beard moved into the centre of the circle.

As the ring slowly revolved Grey beard slipped his hand inside the cloak of each woman in turn. From the movement he made it was obvious that he was gently touching the breasts and pulling hard on the nipples. As he did this the women would show their excitement by swaying from side to side and moaning.

The man Danny had seen with the huge penis was definitely Grey beard; his cloak had pulled back considerably during his touching of the women. He thrust his lower body forward to each woman in turn and pushed his penis toward her, into her stomach. One of the women was so excited she lifted one of her legs off the ground and trapped his penis between her legs, then began thrusting her pelvis toward him in a crude display for all to see. There were more moans from the rest of the women.

Grey beard held his hands up, the circle ceased movement; he bent down below the hands of two of the people and exited the circle. He went around the back of the woman who had been thrusting her pelvis at him. He lifted her cloak up and threw it over her head. She held on tight to the two men holding onto her hands in the circle and Grey beard put his hands around her, grasped her breasts from behind, and then pushed his knee between her legs to open them wide.

His stance went lower as he bent his knees. His penis, seemingly with a mind of its own, speared forward and with no hesitation slid home into the wet tunnel. The woman made an animal noise as he thrust himself into her up to the hilt.

The other circle members, including the men, were now moaning almost as loud as the woman with ten inches of hard flesh being jammed up her vagina.

Grey beard slowly pulled out until his penis was almost out of the woman, then as she relaxed slightly he thrust himself inside her again and again, keeping up a steady rhythm. The wet slapping and slurping noises were obscene and fascinating to hear and watch.

This ramming back and forward went on for many minutes and the men to the sides of the woman were not just holding her hands tight, they were holding her elbows as she almost fainted with the sensations she felt.

Danny watched on oblivious to the fact that he had opened the fly on his pants and had his own cock hanging out and dripping clear fluids onto the floor below. His jaw was open and he could not take his eyes off what was happening. Pure animal lust like he had never seen before

Grey beard, for the first time, began to make his own animal-like noises and his thrusts were now taking the woman's feet off the ground. He let go of her breasts, took a grip of her hips and pulled backward for all he was worth until his final thrust home was followed by shooting a huge load into the woman, who now really had fainted. A guttural howl came from Grey beard and he slowly pulled his penis out to drip his remaining drops onto his bare feet.

There was now silence from the circle as they witnessed the opening sequence of their coven meeting. The woman recovered quickly, stood up on her own, but maintained the hand holding contact with the two men on each side. A wide smile could be seen on the lower half of her face. And, Danny noticed that the smile belonged to Beverley.

The hands around the circle began to let go of one another and move to the outside of the square of tiles they were standing on. Beverley produced a stick of white chalk and drew a large six pointed star on the tiles.

"Bring him over," said Grey beard without even looking at Danny. Two of the men ran over to where Danny was standing and grabbed him before he could say a word or move. They dragged him into the circle and made him sit down in the centre of the chalked star. "Stay where you are and you will not be harmed," said Grey beard.

Danny sat quietly - it didn't dawn on him that he was erect and his penis was sticking straight up out of his flies toward the ceiling... the end glistening with the fluids still there from the excitement of watching Grey beard rutting with Beverley.

Beverley stood up and said, "After midnight tonight you are 21 years of age Danny. We invite you to be part of this coven. You will become wealthy beyond your wildest dreams and be part of this family. Everyone here is one year older after midnight tonight. A November 1st birthday is a pre-requisite to being a member of this coven."

The other cloaked figures were all nodding their heads including Grey beard. He looked at Danny and said, take off all your clothes Danny and lay them outside the star." There was no question being asked, it really was an order.

He stood up, noticed his erection, and looked embarrassed. He looked around at the other figures and began to undress. A few minutes later he was naked and the people had formed a circle once again, this time around Danny. The hands were not being held this time but they were making a clockwise shuffle around him and the chanting noise was back. He felt hands touching him; his back, his buttocks, his hair, his penis - which was as hard as an iron bar and dripping freely.

One hand stayed on his penis longer than the others and when he looked at the masked face, it was Beverley. She slowly tugged at him and pulled his foreskin back and forth, cupping his balls with her other hand. She knelt before him and engulfed his penis with her hot wet mouth. He felt like he was going to fall over, but another set of hands held him from behind. He looked around and found that it was Grey beard.

Grey beard's left arm was now holding Danny across his chest. Beverley was giving him the most fantastic pleasure by deep-throating his cock and at the same time licking the area between the base of his cock and the top of his balls. He felt Grey beard's right hand begin to make its way down the crack of his ass cheeks. He could feel that his fingers were covered in oil or some sort of lubricant.

The left arm across his chest gently pushed him forward slightly and as the sensation Beverley was creating in his cock became beautifully excruciating he felt one of Grey beard's fingers enter his puckered hole and make its way up inside of him. He tried to look around but another cloaked figure had hold of his head and was now kissing him - and whoever she was, she sure knew how to kiss.

With a tongue in his mouth, a finger up inside him and his cock throbbing from the sensations of the blow-job of the century he began to get very hot and agitated. The finger up his butt became two fingers, then three. They worked themselves in and out like a metronome and though he would not have dreamed of doing this before, the feeling was definitely something he would do again under the right circumstances.

Grey beard now began to slowly push Danny further forward. Beverley and the other mystery woman kissing him simply changed their position slightly and continued as though nothing happened. Danny felt the fingers come out of his butt, to be replaced by something more substantial, like Grey beards ten inch cock from the feel of it.