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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
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Copyright Halloween 2000 by E. Z. Riter.
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
Please! Give me your comments!
Dear Reader, Something that came to mind from drinking a boiling
cauldron of witches' brew. My thanks to Gail for assistance and
editing. E.Z.
ONE DAY A YEAR
I carried a torch for Keely Bishop. Picture a blonde goddess. A
Miss America. A five six, blue eyed wet dream. That's Keely.
She was a year behind me in high 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 of the house, she'd go out with me
because our families were friends and neighbors, and we went to
the same church.
Keely didn't want sex for another reason. She knew her physical
attractiveness was her key to the good life. Keely was angling
for a rich husband and her virginity was part of the bait. That
desire and her religious upbringing molded her personality. She
was cold and manipulative, a self-righteous, hypocritical
golddigger with a capital "G."
"Don't tell me you're neglected, Peter. Melissa says you're
doing her and Heather Ross. She tells me you're the best in bed
and she should know because she's the biggest slut in school.
You and I won't have sex because I'm going to marry rich and
he'll get me as a virgin."
She smiled cruelly and patted my hand.
"After I'm married, we'll 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.
I was a poor kid going to the university with a full football
scholarship and a small academic scholarship that gave me some
spending money. When Keely entered the university, her parents
remortgaged their house and her mom took a second job to pay for
it. She pledged Pi Phi, the rich girls' sorority. Her looks got
her the bid.
Keely intensified her search for a rich man. We only dated when
she felt she could use me to meet other men. I never even kissed
her.
Keely pledging Pi Phi had an unexpected benefit for me. One of
her pledge sisters was Susan Sims.
Susan was five feet tall and small boned, a smiling, intelligent,
dyed blonde, browned eyed hourglass of a woman with a rich daddy.
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
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. Without speaking, 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 pressure 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 squeaked.
"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. Several minutes later, the light went out, but
the door didn't open. I heard the rustling of clothes. When the
bed moved, I rolled toward her.
"Do you want to be mine, Susan?" I asked as she squirmed against
me.
"Yes, I do, Pete," she whispered.
"Be a woman and not a bitch," I replied.
"I can be all the woman you'll ever want," she said confidently.
Before she left at dawn, Susan proved she was one hell of a woman
in bed. 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 took her back without regrets. I'd missed her as much as she'd
missed me.
Two weeks later, I broke my foot in a 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 before going back
to my room. 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.
"What about your girlfriend?" she asked with a twinkle in her
eyes.
"How did you know about her?"
"I told you. I know a lot about you. One thing I don't know -
are you man enough to handle two women?"
"Sure," I replied smugly.
"Let's go to my room so your girlfriend won't know another
woman's been here."
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.
Susan and I were going to the Pi Phi Halloween party.
I rented a Hercules costume that was 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 above
and below. She looked 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 do it."
"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 did 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."
"He doesn't need one, Mother."
Erin was at my elbow. 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 her 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.
From the back of my sex crazed mind came the warning that
something was strange in my surrendering to them. I'd always
been the dominant partner. This time, I somehow knew I was to
obey Erin and follow her lead.
I did expect a shriek from Susan when Erin kissed me because
Susan's a jealous woman, but she was silent. 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. "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'd discussed fidelity. I hinted I wanted her to be
faithful, but that 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. 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 lay 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, touching me to get my attention. "This is
our night. Mine and my family's. I'm to be impregnated and I've
chosen you to do it."
"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'll be fine. He's like I want him," Erin
replied.
"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 something grotesque about me?"
"No. You're a beautiful woman."
"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. 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
branch. 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."
She 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, even Susan as she reclined in
her afterglow. They were watching without moving or making a
sound. The owl hooted again.
"To take me forcibly," she'd said.
Haughtily, Erin swayed just out of reach. Her hips thrust toward
me. Her eyes shown 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 on that skin. 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 her knees and wrapped my hand over her mouth and
nose. I held her until she slumped unconscious on the ground.
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.
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'd
never experienced the intensity of that fuck, 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 war, but on some
other 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, she fed me with her fingers. As I looked at
the cum on her and her swollen lips, I knew her being with all of
them was not an issue. Susan would become my wife, for I saw
the love for me in her eyes.
"Are you jealous of Erin and me, Susan?" I asked.
"Of course not. I'd 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's over. Watch. You'll see."
"Is that what happened to you?" I asked.
"No. After my first period, I selected Fergus to take me for the
first time. 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. "You'll wait until the ceremony's over.
Then you'll seek as many men as you can."
"Yes, Erin," Susan replied.
"The virgin they've chosen is Keely. 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 follow 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 she gained no
relief. Tears of frustration flowed to fall on her 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.
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, but I made her wait until she
pummeled me with her fists and babbled hysterically. Then I
drove my cock deep into her with one strong thrust.
I had sex with two other women after that before laying depleted
against a tree to watch the orgy in progress. Both Keely and
Susan gave and received pleasure from many men that night.
Flanna was naked and her body covered in sweat and love juices
when she lay down next to me. Erin covered us with furs and lay
down with us. I slept between them.
In the morning, Flanna awakened me by stroking my cock. Erin
watched as Flanna and I humped under the furs until Flanna and I
came.
"Drink this," Erin said.
I sipped down the potion and my eyes closed in sleep.
I awakened in my room at the dorm with no idea of how I got
there. 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 wouldn't've dressed out because my foot wasn't
healed. It was Sunday morning.
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?"
"All right, I think. Look, Erin, I need to know what's going to
happen."
"With what?"
"With my life. With everything."
"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 . . . "
"Do you want both of them?" she said, interrupting me. Her eyes
twinkled.
"Both?"
"Yes. Susan as a wife and Keely as a second wife, or, maybe, a
pet."
"They'd never agree."
"They'd agree if I cast spells on them."
"Erin, I find it hard to believe, to understand."
"I know you do, but it's possible."
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Peter, if I do it, there'd be a catch."
"What?"
"Every Halloween, the two of them would be as they were this
weekend. We'd give them the aphrodisiacs and turn them over to
the men of the coven. They won't remember a thing about it, so
don't worry about that."
"Anything else?"
"I want three children, Peter, and I want you to 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.
"On Halloween, you'll belong to me, Peter. I'll cast my spell on
you and make you mine."
She smiled and stood up.
"I'll see you tonight at Susan's for dinner," she said.
"Thank you, Erin," I said.
"For what?"
"For all of it."
"You're welcome, Peter," she said lovingly.
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. Each of them greeted me as
warmly. The surprise was Keely. She was warm and sweet, looking
at me with love, a submissive, obedient love.
"Pete, we need to talk," Susan said. "Are you going to ask me to
marry you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, Pete, the answer's yes, but . . . can we both still have a
relationship with Erin? She told me about you two."
"Yes, we can."
"And can we both have a relationship with Keely? We've talked
Peter. I know you want her and she wants you. It's all right
with me if she moves in with us and sortof becomes a second wife
to you. That is, it's all right if the first wife and second
wife can enjoy each other."
"What would you like, Keely?" I asked.
"Whatever you want of me, Peter," she replied.
"Then let's do it!"
We ate Chinese food and talked. After Erin left, I led the two of
them into the bedroom. As I crawled between them in bed, I
reflected on the situation.
Two eager and loving women all the time in exchange for being
under witches' spells on Halloween wasn't a bad deal. After all,
Halloween's only one day a year.
The End
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