Realm of Pleasure - Halloween Story

A young man and his buddies come up with a sure fire way to make a Halloween party extra interesting... and get their girlfriends naked at the same time. But be careful messing with magic, especially at Halloween. And be very, very careful what you ask for, you just might get it.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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It was supposed to be a frickin' joke! It was just a bunch of Halloween mumbo-jumbo to get the girls to take their clothes off. I didn't really mean it. I wasn't trying to summon anyone... or anything. I was just trying to get laid.

The six of us boys came up with this plan over the summer. Actually, it was my idea, but everyone went along with it. As Halloween approached we would all talk about the "door to The Realm of Pleasure," and how we should have a magic ritual on Halloween to open the door. I used an online translator to create some ancient sounding Latin phrases and we bought some colored sand and some really heavy musky incense and some weird incense holders that we got online, but claimed that we had found at a voodoo store in New Orleans. By the time Halloween came around we were ready for the party. James and Will had different girlfriends by then, but it didn't make any difference. We were going to have a naked Halloween party and, hopefully, sex, sex, sex.

We didn't do anything right away. We knew that we had to work up to it as the party progressed. Besides, we had told the girls that it had to be done at midnight. So up until then it was a standard Halloween party with six couples drinking wine or beer and dancing or sitting around talking. Bob, who was dating a girl named Bobbi, told a rather raunchy ghost story that sounded like something he might have heard at a Boy Scout overnight. Other than that, and dancing to The Monster Mash, it wasn't much different than our average once-a-month parties out at Dave's dad's cabin on the lake.

Dave is my cousin, so I should probably say Uncle Stan's cabin. His mom is my mom's sister and they are very close so Dave and I grew up being close cousins. Our parties were pretty mild for a bunch of high school seniors. Uncle Stan looked the other way if we were drinking a little bit of beer or wine, but if he wasn't there, he expected everyone to be back in town by midnight. This would be our last party for the year because Uncle Stan and Aunt Margie closed down the cabin for the winter right after Halloween. And because it was Halloween, and because all of us were now over eighteen, Uncle Stan-- and the rest of the parents-- extended the curfew to two in the morning.

When midnight came around, it was time for the party to get interesting. I gathered everyone into a big circle outside and built a small fire out on the deck in a little iron firestand that they kept there for when the nights were cool. Then I started drawing lines on the wooden floor with the various colored sands. I carefully explained that each line had to be a separate color. I mumbled nonsense words while I poured the sand. Then I handed out the sacred drink that had to accompany the completion of each line.

Randy wanted to use pure Everclear, but Jim pointed out that something 190 proof is 95% pure alcohol. With the amount we would be drinking, that might kill someone, so we settled for an apple-cinnamon-flavored 80 proof Vodka that we put in a decanter with a skull on the stopper. I thought it tasted like shit, but Bob said it would be perfect. I had these special, tall, two-ounce shot glasses that were supposed to be used for ouzo or anisette, but I only filled them 1/4 full. That way everyone would be drinking a half-ounce at a time while at the same time inhaling a lot of fumes so things would hit them even faster. As leader, I filled my first shot half way, but planned to keep the rest at 1/4.

The outer circle was in red sand... one shot of sacred drink. The inner circle was blue sand... another shot of sacred drink. The first line dissecting the circle was in gray sand... one more shot of the sacred drink. The next dissecting line was a pale shade of red, followed by another shot of sacred drink. The next line was dark blue... another shot. The final line, which only went half way through the circle to where the other lines intersected, was black... one more shot. Then came the star to complete things. The star itself was in white sand. When I got done, I had a strangely-shaped white, five-pointed star inside a red circle with a blue circle in the middle and lines cutting through the star at each of the points. We, of course, had one more shot of sacred drink when I completed the star.

I set the weird incense holders at the tips of the star and called for one final shot of sacred Vodka. In total, that was eight partial shots for a total of four ounces of Vodka. For my final drink, I filled my two ounce shot glass completely full and threw it down my throat. That meant I had downed six ounces.

I really felt that last shot and could tell I was not speaking as clearly as I should when I made the big announcement. "In order for the final incantation to be successful," I carefully explained, "all of us must be skyclad."

If I had suggested that before we started, I don't think any of the girls would have agreed, but after going along with the whole ritual up to this point-- and after drinking eight 1/4 shots of Vodka-- all six girls agreed. Dave brought out six big floor pillows from the living room of the cabin so the girls wouldn't have to sit naked on the wooden floor. The guys just used small rugs that normally sat on the benches around the edge of the deck.

Once we were all skyclad, I started the final incantations. In my best Boris Karloff voice, I said, "Quod aperire ianuam invocationin in hoc mundo, et inter mundum et immundum." That was supposed to mean "This is the invocation to open the door between this world and the world of pleasure," but who knows what the hell the free translator actually came up with.

I let everything get really silent and then intoned, "Iubes me ad ostium aperire, et surrexerunt ludere incipere." That one was supposed to be, "I command the door to open and the orgy to begin."

One of the girls giggled. I waited for everything to get really quiet once again and said very slowly, "Ut me ad voluptatem mundi." I recognized "me" and I knew that "ad" meant to, so maybe this actually meant, "Take me now to The Realm of Pleasure."

As soon as I had finished, I threw the magic powder I had purchased at a magic shop downtown into the fire. There was a big puff of smoke that enveloped me. When it cleared, I wasn't on the deck. I wasn't even at Dave's dad's cabin. I don't know where in the hell I was, but there were a lot more people there and everyone was naked. At least half of them were fucking. Then it got smoky again and I was alone in a small clearing in the woods. An absolutely beautiful young woman a little bit older than me stepped up to me and said, "Welcome to The Realm of Pleasure."

She pulled me over to a small bed-like couch in the middle of the clearing and said, "This world is balanced between your world and the next."

I had no idea what she meant by that, but I nodded and said, "Uh huh."

"In order to maintain the balance of this realm," she continued, "all pleasure must be balanced out with pain."

I must have looked scared or upset on that one because she laughed and said, "Don't worry. The pain is minor. It is mainly symbolic just to please the Olympians."

"How did I get here?" I stammered. "None of that crap was real. I'm sure than none of those words were the right words."

"Oh," she laughed, "they don't have to be the right words. And your silly lines and symbols don't really have to be in any particular order or shape or color. All that is needed is that you mean what you say when you say it."

"I don't understand," I said softly.

"Didn't you deeply desire to come to The Realm of Pleasure?" she asked with a smile. "And didn't you ask to do so at Midnight on Halloween?"

"I guess so," I answered, "but I just intended to get it on with my girlfriend."

I looked around and asked, "Speaking of her," I sputtered, "where is she?.. and everyone else?"

"You didn't ask that 'we' come to The Realm of Pleasure," she said, almost laughing, "You asked that 'I' come here."

"But... but..." I sputtered.

"Be careful what you ask for," she replied and again laughed.

She was pulling me down on one of the divans so that I was between her legs. "Fuck me," she said breathily, and pushed herself up at me.

"I don't even know your name," I said, trying to pull back. Well, pulling back a little bit.

"My name is Voluptus," she said, pushing herself further up against me, "but you can call me Heddy."

My mind still had a lot of questions, but my prick was ready to go. And when it comes to arguments between my mind and my prick we all know who wins. I drove into her and started thrusting to match her thrusts up into me.

I was starting to climb toward a really good orgasm, but before I could nut, I felt someone push between my legs. Then I felt a greasy prick press against my asshole. I don't mean the guy between my legs was an unwashed jerk, I mean that his prick was greased and he was pressing it up against my asshole.

"Pain with the pleasure," Heddy said and thrust herself once again up against me.

I'm straighter than an iron rod, but at that point I didn't really care if someone was trying to pound my pooper. All I could think of was finishing things with Heddy. And as strange as it sounds, after a few more thrusts, the buggering started to feel pretty good. I mean it hurt, but it hurt in a really good way.

Then I came. Boy did I cum. I felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum into Heddy while she screamed and thrashed beneath me. When I came to my senses, whoever had been fucking my ass was gone and I was lying across Heddy's tits, with my limp prick still inside her.

"That was nice," she said softly, rubbing her hands across my back.

"I thought you said that there was pain with pleasure for everyone?" I said as I pushed myself up onto my arms causing my prick to pull out of her very tight twat.

"Hedone is immune," she answered brightly. "After all, this is my realm. Al and I rule it together." She laughed softly and added, "I believe you have met Algo."

"That's a weird name," I said, trying to match her laugh.

"The Algos are weird beings," she answered as she pushed me off of her and stood up. "But it is time for you to meet the rest of the party."

"My name, as I already told you," she continued brightly, "is Voluptus, or Hedone, but you can call me Heddy." She pulled me through a smoky patch and suddenly we were in a grassy glen. All the trees were gone. It seemed to be night and the air was very cool.

"You will be immune here," she said in almost a whisper, "because you will be the source of pain."

"What do you mean?" I asked, as thirteen nubile, naked, young women slowly appeared as the hole in the smoke widened and then the wispy smoke cleared completely. They all looked like they were at least my age or older. I guessed the youngest at eighteen and the oldest-- the leader-- in the high twenties or early thirties. None of them had any coloring in their hair, as was obvious by the fact that the color of the hair on their heads exactly matched their untrimmed bushes.

Twelve of them were dancing nude beneath the stars in a large circle, while the thirteenth, obviously their leader, stood on a large square rock in the center singing a low-pitched keening song of some sort. The song got faster and faster and the women danced frantically around the circle keeping up with the tempo of the tune. After several minutes of frantic dancing, the leader's song began to slow down. As the song became slower and slower and slower, the dancers seemed to be moving in almost a special effects slow motion. The leader then switched to just a slow, deep, melodious wail as she settled herself down onto the rock with her hips right at one of the narrow ends and her legs hanging over so that her feet were almost on the ground.

One of the dancers slo-moed her way over to kneel between her legs with her hands on the leader's thighs. Then she leaned forward and began to lap at the moisture glistening on the leader's mons. She lapped very, very slowly and the leader's wail began to rise and fall in pitch and volume.

"She gets great pleasure from drinking at the well of Saphos," Heddy said. "It is for you to give her pain to balance that pleasure."

"Me?.." I sputtered. "How?.." I asked.

The girl on her knees began to moan and push her ass back and slightly up. "Oh," I said as my prick began to rise to the occasion. As I moved forward, I felt a strange sensation and suddenly my prick was covered with some form of greasy oil. I grabbed the girl's hips and pushed myself forward into her ass.

She groaned deeply and pushed back against me. I wasn't sure if it was a groan of pain or passion. It's hard to tell under normal circumstances, but I really couldn't tell as I slowly began to push in and out of her ass. I think it was a mixture of both.

Her tonguing was becoming more frantic as the woman on the altar-- I really don't know why I suddenly knew it was an altar of some sort. The woman on the altar started humping up into the girl and pushing her sex harder and harder against the girl's mouth. Meanwhile, I kept thrusting into the girl's ass.

Suddenly, the woman on the altar wrapped her legs around the girl's head and squeezed tightly. It was obvious she was having an orgasm. The girl thrust her ass back against me and brought her hands down so she could frantically rub her own cunt. In what seemed like just a few seconds, her legs stiffened and shook as she brought herself off. That also brought me off and I pumped gallons of cum into her ass before pulling back out of her.

I watched my cum ooze back out of her asshole as it slowly closed back up. The woman laying on the altar released the girl's head and she slowly stood back up and staggered back to the circle where she rejoined the other women in the slow motion dance.

The woman called out something in a strange tongue. It must have been a name because another of the girls from the circle danced her way slowly over to the end of the altar and lowered herself down between the woman's legs.

I wasn't sure what to do, but since I was again greased up and ready, I waited for the girl to bring the leader close to another orgasm and then stepped forward and speared her ass with my engorged prick. This time, it was easier to tell that it was more pain than pleasure. The girl swished her ass rapidly from side to side as if trying to dislodge me, but she never pulled forward even a little, though that would have readily pulled her off of me.

Again the woman on the altar came almost violently and clasped the girl's head tightly against her cunt with her legs. The girl, meanwhile, did a stiff-legged dance as she rubbed herself to her own orgasm. Meanwhile, I was pumping great amounts of cum into her ass.

This continued until every girl in the circle had brought the leader to orgasm. They were all now slowly dancing around the circle with the woman's juices smeared all over their faces and a mixture of their own juices and my cum running down the insides of their legs. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do at this point, so I walked back and stood next to Heddy.

"Why no pain for me this time?" I asked, "Am I immune, too?"

She laughed, and said, "I told you that you would be." Her laugh deepened and she continued, "Wasn't pumping gallons of cum into each of their asses painful enough?"

"Not really," I replied, and she laughed again and said, "You're special. Did you know that?"

"What about the head witch?" I asked. "Is she immune?"

"Watch," Heddy said and nodded toward the altar where the leader was still moaning softly in the afterglow of her dozen intense orgasms.

Dozens of small, imp-like creatures swarmed all over the altar and the woman who was still lying naked on it. They were only a foot or so high, but their pricks were the size of a normal man, and they were sticking their pricks into every opening on the woman's body. Two or three or possibly even four were all ramming into her cunt while at least two were ramming into her mouth and ass.

Heddy leaned over to me and said with a smile, "She hates to be entered in any way and so bewitches the young girls to satisfy her each Witch's Sabbath." The woman screamed shrilly as Heddy added, "But her magic has a price. These are the imps who give her power. This Halloween night, they are taking their payment." She smiled in an almost dreamy way and added, "Pain with pleasure. Pain with pleasure keeps the balance of this world."

I turned to ask her something, but stopped as heavy snow suddenly enveloped us. "Are you ready for a coolie?" she asked, pulling me forward into the snow. I don't know if we were in the same glen because everything was covered with snow.

"What's a coolie?" I asked.

Heddy laughed and said, "A quickie in a snowdrift. There is a young woman who is always seeking new experiences." She smiled at me and then pressed her lips tightly together. "She taunted me with her exploits," she continued, "so I decided to give her a new exploit that combines the pleasure of hot passion with the pain of freezing cold."

She ran her finger down my chest and said, "If you are willing, you will be providing the passion. The snow will be providing the pain."

"Who'll be on top?" I asked.

"I take that as a yes," Heddy said, and suddenly there was a young woman lying in the snow in front of me. Her hair was a perfect ginger above and below. Her skin was almost as white as the snow.

"Fuck me," she said, looking up into my eyes. "Please," she said, "quickly before I freeze to death. I should never have joked about me being more sexually prolific than Voluptus. The gods are punishing me. Please fuck me so this torment will end."

It wasn't the most romantic invitation I had ever received, but Heddy gave me a big push and I landed faced down in the snow between the ginger's legs. I quickly climbed up on top of her. I don't know if the cold shortened little Johnny, but somehow he remained stiff. The ginger was wet and ready for me so I slipped inside of her and began thrusting.

I could feel that tightness in my balls that said I was going to cum soon, but it felt like I was fucking a badly-made sex doll-- or perhaps a flexible statue. I pumped into her and she gave a low groan and began shivering almost violently. Then she disappeared and I fell face first into the snow. I could hear Heddy once again laughing behind me.