The Cauldron of Tears

Thomas. You perhaps have heard that this is the time when the souls of the dead come to revisit their homes for hospitality. It is right to set places at the table. The table in the center of the room suddenly bore fruit, wine, and a large candle. Ritual prayers were made for these souls and candles lit. The candle flame became a sympathetic magic, mimicking the sun with powers to hold back the darkness of decay and winter. All at once, the unlit candles in the room caught flame, brightening it and quickly filling it with the scent released from their wax. The candles were beautiful and the aroma was not to be resisted, Hayley understood. The candles, it was said, assisted dream interpretation. Have you any dreams? Hayley's pulse quickened, her dreams vivid.

Ellie. But the Church. The Church came to regard these as pagan practices, and in their power placed their beliefs atop it. She waved a hand, causing the items on the table to disappear, replaced by a cross. With it, a chill entered into the room. The Saints evening, they named it, calling on the people to reflect on those who were like to God. Which gods hold true for you tonight? She waved her hand, and the large candle reappeared on the table, burning brighter, generating a familiar hot breath, licking against Hayley's body.

Ellie took a small glass from the counter as Thomas spoke. We are arrived at that moment for the passing of sorrows. These are the people you have lost: friends, family, childhood. These are those things that cause you regret, the harms you have inflicted on other people or this world. And, these are those things that you desire but are forbidden to you or beyond your reach. The lesser gods from the era of old wish to hear your sorrows now, through your tears. Reflect.

Hayley wished she had to think about her sorrows, but the words were already formed in her head. She knew who she had lost and who she had harmed. She knew she wanted children. And as she raised her head to look upon Thomas and Ellie, she knew the price she was willing to pay. Her dreams did not require interpretation. They required her cooperation, her participation. And she would give her body to them as they required.

Ellie took her glass and captured a tear from the eye of each of her friends. Maybe the tears were from the reflection of sorrows, but the candle scent was also affecting her in... ways.

A stand holding a small pot appeared above the candle on the table. Thomas took the glass and slowly emptied the tears into the pot. Ellie began. You see this as a small pot. But it is big enough for what it needs to hold. Behold. Your tears are small, but the spirits within them are weeping. The pot became larger, with steam rising from it, then an open boil. Ellie waved her hand over the pot. The cauldron of tears... is satisfied!

Thomas withdrew a small vial from his robe. And now, Thomas said, we will share the coming of joys. He emptied the vial into the cauldron, and the steam churned, reaching in kaleidoscopic tendrils to each person. Hayley closed her eyes and inhaled.

And her dreams emerged. Thomas. Choose among them truly, and it will be granted to you.

Her dreams. Finding the truth in her dreams... Hayley wasn't certain if she chose Chuck or if he chose her. Nevertheless, it was her hands releasing his silk boxers just as someone else's hands eased the straps of her nighty off the edges of her shoulders. She paused to admire his naked body, just as he was admiring hers. She marveled at Chuck's cock, veiny, shiny, fairly thick, and a large swollen head complete with pre-cum. She reached a hand to it, grasping it, then slipped down his length to feel the heft of his balls. She could read how full they were by looking at his face.

Truth. It was no longer an inner voice. It was a compulsion.

Hayley held his eyes. "Terri told me how she watched you fuck her roommate in college from the closet. How much it turned her on. And how she shares you with her still because of the joy it brings each of you. I couldn't help but wonder if she told me because she wanted to share you with me. It was an idea that didn't fade away."

Chuck said, "I wanted you because I wanted you. It's called lust. Your face, your body when you wear a swimsuit, the rise of your breasts under a blouse. Before in my fantasies and lately in my dreams, I wanted to see your body naked, watch you as I fucked you, and hear you beg for me to cum inside you."

Hayley hadn't expected such a visceral desire, but her body understood it. "Take me," she whispered. "Fuck me." He lifted her, easily, holding her to his chest as he lowered her onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around him, her breasts pressed against him. She might have enjoyed this, but as soon as he penetrated her several inches, she felt his pulsing cock shooting hot cum inside her. Lots of cum. When his cock stopped orgasming, she was disappointed but didn't want to hurt his feelings. "It's okay," she said, as she looked into his eyes, both of them starved for what that moment should have been.

"Oh, that was inevitable after this week. But you don't understand what I have left." Chuck smiled, lifting her off of his cock, then placing her on the cushion and moving her to her hands and knees. Hayley felt him probe with his cock and then... she was shocked as he entered her. He hadn't softened at all! Her body quivered as he inserted himself all the way. He began thrusting into her, hard. And she needed hard.

She turned to look at him, and said, "Yes! Fuck me hard. I need your cock like you needed to cum!" She reached one hand between her legs, grazing his balls with his fingers. Still seemingly full. The force of him was just what she needed, her body taking the pounding, her breasts swaying with each stroke, feeling the depth of him within her, followed by the echo of his balls striking against her. Her body was tuned for song, and she felt her orgasm building. And building. She looked back, seeing he was close. "Chuck. This isn't a fantasy. I want to feel you cum inside me!" His eyes look maddened, his lusts taking over, his strokes even faster. Hayley buried her head on the cushion, offering all the resistance she could muster to his pounding. Soon, Hayley again felt Chuck shoot wave after wave of cum within her, this time, satisfying, throwing her over the edge. She cried out, loudly, tears in her eyes. How she needed this! As his orgasm was nearing its end, she felt him push into her, his body coming across her back to grasp her shoulders, pulling her against him. His cock still felt huge within her, but his cum... it felt like a river going down her legs. "It feels so good, Hayley. I just wanted to make sure I had all of you," he said. , "and, I wish you had been Terri's roommate."

He withdrew, and she rolled over, taking stock in herself, the amount of cum within her, on her... She had never imagined it was possible. He looked at her also, taking in the result of their sex. His cock remained hard, wet. A mess. But amazingly still hard. She leaned forward to a sitting position, and he reached to fondle her breasts. "And," he said, "I wish you had been Terri's roommate!"

She felt the compliment, and knew it was an admission she would never tell Terri. She vaguely looked to the side and... where had he gone? She found a towel, though, and as she was addressing her condition, she felt hands reach under her arms, grasping her breasts, then fingers pinching her nipples. Her orgasm from Chuck apparently wasn't over, as she moaned with each wave of another release. A hand reached between her legs, deftly manipulating her clit.

Truth.

It was Jeff who leaned closer to speak into her ear.

"With your every move, you've teased me with your perfect figure, you clothes hiding what's underneath. And then there was that one time, when I was walking Kuboo. It was at night, and a light was on in your front window, and I couldn't help but look, hoping for a glimpse. And I got it. You paused for only a moment, but I saw your breasts. I used to wonder if they were maybe 36C's, and then it didn't even matter. That was just more fuel to the fire. You should know, Hayley. We're all friends, but every guy here has had a lustful moment of wondering not just what you look like without your clothes, but what it would be like to enjoy your body. And, Hayley, when I touch my dreams, it's not just me fucking you; it's all of us."

She reached her arms out to her sides, understanding, having lived the same dream just that week. She grasped a hard cock in each hand, and the tip of another was placed at her mouth. Someone began caressing her breasts.

Truth.

"Janelle tells me how you take her on vacations without any underwear, how excited it makes her every time you go in public, how you get when other men see what they can't have, how you like to fuck her by open hotel windows and in stairways where people might see. She's told me how she feels when other men lust after her when tell her to flash them or pull her skirt up to put her ass on display. And, she's told me how much it turns her on if she did that here, not on vacation, with your friends. Why, in my dreams, would I stop with the tease, and not go to that next step where they can all have? I mean, that is what you want her to think about too, right?"

She kept her eyes on Jeff as she took one cock in her mouth and began stroking the other two. She didn't have to look to know that it was Jason, Mike and Chuck. But their cocks were just a distraction, as she was trying to focus on Jeff's cock as he placed it at her opening, sliding it up and down her slit. Jeff quickly entered her, thankfully, his cock thicker than Chuck's, and he proved to have a more nuanced style. He stroked hard, eased a bit, went full in, and essentially kept her guessing. They had time, and he was enjoying himself, but he deprived her of a rhythm without completely shutting her motor down. He would look into her eyes, then break away to watch her breasts jiggle as he entered her, enjoying the show of her body's response to his cock.

She hadn't been the most dutiful to the cock in her mouth, but the visual scene obviously worked for... she looked up a bit, Jason. His cum filled her mouth and more, spilling down her cheeks and chin. He grabbed her breast, teasing her nipple. His cum! It was the... purest?... and best tasting cum ever, and she began swallowing it greedily. She hadn't guessed it could be so good.

Shortly afterwards, she felt the cocks in her hands orgasm, blasting cum across her torso. So much cum! And throughout, Jeff kept to his irregular intervals that made it difficult for her to climax. He looked delighted, though, in watching her. But it was frustrating as hell. The memory came from Janelle, or maybe a dream, she supposed. It all blended together. "Jeff, Janelle told me she didn't know what she had for a lover until you came inside her, the force of your hot cum surprising her. I want to feel that. Come inside me, now." Jeff's eyes widened, possibly from her words or the feeling of Janelle's hands which had just reached around him to rub his chest.

Truth.

"Do it for me, Jeff," Janelle whispered. "I didn't tell her by accident. I want to watch you, and I want to see her face."

With that, Jeff began fucking her furiously, no longer intent on making it last. But he wasn't finding nearly as quick a release as Chuck had. Hayley teased him, "Come on, Jeff. Let me feel what you've got." Can you fill me with your cum?" Janelle gave her a conspiratorial wink and blew in his ear, her hands still on his chest. "Fucking fill her up," she whispered. This would be quite something to talk about later!

Jeff seized her attention as she felt the first wave of his cum, the first shot truly, hot as expected, strike her inside. The shots continued, each a hot blast within her. And, wow, once he started, he came and came. He finally withdrew, where Hayley could appreciate his cock, 7" or more, larger than Steven's, as she knew it would be based on Janelle's stories. It was wet with their fluids, but he wasn't done with it yet. He began shooting more strands of cum, reaching her breasts shot after shot before they began trailing down her abdomen.

Janelle parted from him, gathering some of his cum on her fingers before presenting them to Hayley's lips. Hayley sucked them clean, amazed again at how good it tasted. Janelle withdrew her fingers, winked at her, looked away and... disappeared. But there were the other men. And the truth was that she wanted this as much as Jeff. She was the object of attention for them all, if not the queen of their universe, then at least their collective slut, which suited her just fine. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She felt strong hands grasp her legs and lift them, spreading her wide, followed by another cock slipping into her. Her nipples began to ache as she simply imagined the men watching her as they took turns working her over. Her mind... phased. Each took his turn, and she responded to each. But the connection wasn't there like it had been with Jeff. He had been the focus of this dream scene, despite the excitement of a gang bang that felt, now, like going through the motions. She loved their enthusiasm for her, the words they uttered, her admiration for her body, and the mess they left behind, but her mind slipped away...

She opened her eyes to find clean towels at hand. She began by taking slow movements. She wasn't winded or even sore, but strangely everything seemed to be in slow motion, waiting... waiting. But she concentrated on the amount of cum on her body and within her... she used two towels, three. It was unnatural.

She briefly thought about Thomas and Ellie, the center of this storm, and saw them as if through a fog, embracing in the middle of the room. There were streams of, well, it looked like little bursts of colored lights being drawn to them from around the room. As she followed the lights to their sources, it was... well, her mind couldn't go there. But, she understood that in some sense, they were drawing power from those having sex.

Their bodies were beautiful, naked and devoid of hair except that on their heads. And how glorious his cock looked without pubic hair! Steven would never..., she hadn't... In that instant, she knew and with a touch confirmed that her pubic area was suddenly free of its trimmed stripe, and it was unnaturally smooth. If her thoughts could drive things, then, she thought the same for Steven. There was a power here she didn't understand, but she didn't need to, did she?

Choose from your dreams.

Her mind quickened, and she felt... Huh. Refreshed. Ready to fuck.

Mike... It was taboo and she could never tell Steven. She liked Mike and Krissa, and she wasn't the judgmental sort when it came to mixed race marriages. But still, the idea of black... and white...

She was lying on a cushion, her finger guiding her clit in circular motions just because it felt good... and because she knew he would see. And there was Mike, naked, with his cock in his hand. It wasn't as long as the stereotypes, maybe, but she wasn't sure how long those might be. But, it was longer than any she'd had. Nine inches? Ten? And it was gloriously bald, like... someone's she'd just been thinking about. It had a sheen to it, and he had massive balls. And he was staring at her cunt as she pleasured herself.

Truth.

"I've often imagined what a black cock might look like entering me since I first became aware of sex. There's something about it that makes me feel like I'd be a really bad girl if I did that, and the thought of it drives gives me that extra whenever I need it. And there you are, a few houses away, with Krissa having that experience as often as she likes. It's hard not to wonder about it, seeing you two as often as we do. Of course, I've dreamt about it. And you."

Mike responded, "I've wanted this, too. And it's not because of the hints of your beautiful body that I've seen, but just your smile. There's a kindness you've shared with us, and I've wanted to give back in an entirely different way. I want to light up your eyes and hear you moan, just for the pleasure of both of us knowing that it's my cock inside you, bringing you that pleasure."

Hayley wanted the most from this. She knelt on the floor and he recognized her intention immediately. She grasped his cock, admiring it, reveling in its feel, its length, as she rubbed it on her cheeks and across her lips. She reached a hand to his balls... so smooth.

"Suck them," he said.

Truth.

She would. But she thought of Steven. And there he was. "Steven, I want to watch you watching me have sex. I don't remember how many times I've told you about the three lovers I had before we met, the who, the where, the how. And I know it turned you on. Watch me. Watch what I can do."

Truth.

Steven responded. "If you only knew. Do this for me. Give him everything. And Mike, use my wife."

Hayley loved these truths, but especially Steven's. She began sucking Mike's balls, enjoying hairless and perfectly smooth balls for the first time ever, sucking them in one at a time, licking them. "Look up at me," Mike said. She did, his cock rubbing against her nose and face, it's length up to her forehead. The heft of his balls was incredible, but as much as she wanted his cock elsewhere, she savored this opportunity, enjoying it for herself, the submissiveness of it. She glanced at Steven as she licked Mike's shaft. He looked enraptured. She licked up his shaft, and back down, grasping it, twisting it, again and again, returning to his balls, then finally teasing the head of his cock with her tongue, which looked painfully stretched, never mind the challenge of it when she would take him inside her. She tried to fit him in her mouth, a little. She had never been able to handle more than 4" without a reflex.

"No," he said. "Take it all." If there was a time and a place... She shifted, adjusting her angle and, his hands guided her, then forced her down on his cock. Somehow, it just worked, all the way until her face was flush against his body, his cock deep in her throat. She couldn't see Steven, but she heard him saying, "Fuckkkkkk, yes!"

She backed out for air, keeping her eyes on Mike's, then took him in again, enjoying the way his hands cradled her head. She set up a reasonable pace, staying with it... And he came deep in her throat, and as he withdrew, he continued to cum in her mouth before pulling out completely, and shooting cum on her face and breasts. He finished up by wiping the tip of his cock off on her cheek, a wide smile on his face.

"Damn!" Mike said, "aren't you full of surprises! I've never had anyone take me like that before!"

Steven was sitting to the side, stroking his cock, his face in awe. "Me either, Mike. Still haven't."

"And look at the mess I made," Mike said, smiling broadly. Hayley licked around her mouth with her tongue and used her fingers to clear her eyes and nose.

"No, don't do that!" Mike said. "I want you messy. I had no idea you'd be like this." Mike pushed her back onto the cushion, spread her legs and placed his still erect, ginormous cock at the entrance to her cunt.

How did he keep so hard? How did any of them? Hayley wondered.

He stretched her as he worked his head inside her, her ample lubrication a help, she supposed, but the feeling was exquisite. Hayley was pleased that he had spread her legs in a way that allowed Steven a view as well, and a quick glance showed Steven was paying rapt attention. Mike made quick progress after inserting his head, his girth not a particular problem but requiring a little patience. But then he reached a depth that no man had reached, and she began to moan. "Fuck, yes, put all of that cock inside me!" Had she said that?