The Rite Of Spring.

I saw the flickering firelight from my bedroom window. Way up among the trees on the hill. Thirteen trees planted in a perfect circle that has long had a reputation for pagan or Wiccan rites at the Spring and Winter solstices - and other times too.  Oh, how I’d love to tell you I crept up the hill and spied on them, but I didn’t. I do however have an observatory and a very nice telescope, and this gave me views through the trees of figures clad (initially) in white dancing around a central bonfire. Rather spookily, there was a ring of thick mist just below the summit of the hill. Again, I’d love to believe it was the product of a protective charm, but in reality it often looks like that. 

I watched until I was certain I saw naked people up there. The whiteness of their robes had become pink flesh. Bear in mind, I was peering through thick trees and shrubs, but it was clearly enough for Miss Brain. Back in bed, the warm veil of sleep swept me up to that hill top. I too was clad only in a full-length white robe and was being minded by a beautiful woman of about 30. “You’ll love it here.” I noticed even though we were standing outside the ring of trees, I was warm, as if the warmth from the fire had wrapped itself around me. 

Then my moment came and I was led forward into the centre of the ring. There is an only chunk of limestone there. No-one knows from whence it came, and among the inevitable graffiti, there are runic symbols etched into the rock. Some say it’s been here for thousands of years. I was led to it and gently disrobed. I felt a fierce thrill stab through my body. I adore being naked anyway, and equally, I adore people looking at my nakedness. Behind the stone, a man in a crimson red robe asked me questions in a languages I didn’t know, and yet I found myself replying in that same etheric tongue. Then gently he bade me lie on the rock. I expected it to feel cold, but actually it felt like underfloor heating, pleasantly warm, but not overbearing. 

He drew my hands gently above my head and I felt a silk cord tying my wrists together. Similarly, my ankles were tied to hollows in the stone, making me spread my knees and exposing my sex. As I looked around, I saw everyone had now shed their robes and were naked. 12 people of wildly differing ages. I recognised someone I knew. She’s the daughter of friends of my mum and dad….and she’s only 16. Over there, a man, white haired and well into his 60s. 

One by one, they came forward, stood by me for a moment muttering something under their breaths. One by one, they laid a gift on my tummy. A ring, a leaf, a twig, a banknote, and one by one they positioned themselves between my legs. Some merely touched my sex briefly, the priest being one of them. The girl I knew came forward, made her offering and to my delight, kissed my vulva. Another woman licked me expertly, and then a young man - couldn’t be more than 18 was led forward. Two women positioned him and guided his erect penis into me. Then, they started to chant. A chant that seemed to take on physical form and created such an upswell of sexual attraction in me, that made me want to cum so badly. His gentle, almost tentative thrusts became harder, more regular, until, as the chanting was taken up by the whole group, he was fucking me remorselessly. 

We both climaxed together, and I felt him ejaculate inside me. It seemed to fire the starting gun for an orgy of unbridled lust. The young girl was riding a man as if her life depended on it. Two women were eating each other out. The boy who had just had me was fucking the woman who had been my guide anally. The priest had put his cock in my mouth while the elderly man walked up to me and pushed inside me. He felt wonderful, and clearly knew what he was doing with his cock. 

I came again, harder than I ever thought possible. The young boy was led back to me and my legs were untied. He lifted them high over his shoulders, where, again, the ankles were tied behind his neck. Then I felt him being guided to my bum and he slipped inside my secret hole. I love anal sex. I love the depravity of it. I love the aching emptiness it makes me feel in my vagina, and I adore the orgasm. Raw, earthy, like nothing else, but oh, when I felt his spurt up my arse….what a feeling!  And so it went on, me being fucked in every conceivable way. 

I awoke, to find my hand in my panties, and the bed soaked. My tummy muscles ached too, a sure sign I had cum repeatedly in my sleep, and when I cum like this, I have no control over them. I felt sated, warm, cozy, and thoroughly laid. I only hope those on the hill felt the same.