Cum-cum-!" I slobbered, delighting in the swishing noise his cock made as it slid through my saliva and into my mouth. Roger cried aloud, arched his hips and suddenly tried to tear my head away from his cock.
"Here it comes," he yelled. "Move-you'll get it in the mouth."
The very suggestion of feeling his love juice flooding my mouth filled me with ecstasy. I pushed his hands roughly away from my head, clutched his hips and sucked as hard as I could in long slurping movements.
Roger jerked his ass convulsively, flailed his arms on the mattress and shot a thick warm load into my throat.
I hadn't the slightest desire to pull back from him. I kept sucking and gagging until it felt as if most of his cum had poured down my throat. I felt exalted ... It was my first experience at sucking cock.
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Marion Sampson and I am unlike any witch in history. My passion-my entire witchcraft-orientation-is centered around my love for fellatio. I could be called a cocksucker as well as a witch, for with me the two designations were irrevocably entwined. Oh, there were other sexual activities for me at the time of this story, things like ass-fucking, lesbianism, and other delightful pleasures, but I sense that my love for sucking cock became the base of everything else.
I wasn't always that way. Once, I was innocent. But the witch mania that gripped all of England, changed that. It started when I was seventeen years old and only recently initiated into our coven as a full-fledged member and a potential leader. I was healthy and happy and a sexy lass, ready for any and all lurid adventures, as these pages will attest.
Yet, despite the fact that the world seemed good, I found myself suddenly plunged into the worst witch mania England had ever suffered. The day my aunt, Agnes Murray, sent me into hiding with the Osborns at the Raven's Inn, I had little idea what lay in store for me as well as for the rest of the witches in our town at the hands of Hopkins & Co.
Matthew Hopkins! How the very name makes me shudder!
Along with his infamous partners-John Stem and Goody Phillips-he came to Chelmsford in mid-October. I had only been in hiding in Will Osborn's garret for two days when those three fiends came to the inn and declared they planned to stay there while they plied their evil trade. I knew the Osborns must have felt great alarm, for Aunt Agnes had sent me to the small back street tavern in the belief the witch hunters would not frequent the place. Though Will and Margaret Osborn weren't witches they had always befriended us and my aunt felt I would be safe under their roof.
I could hear them arguing all the way up in the garret. But from the sound of the deep masculine voices I guessed the witch hunters must be men of persuasion. That night I stayed in my room and had my dinner served by the Osborns' barmaid, Gellie Clark-a nineteen-year-old farm girl whose solid meaty body made my slim figure look pale and undernourished.
"Lordie, Miss," she exclaimed, her eyes as round as saucers. "You should see that John Stem! Tall and handsome. Eyes that look right through you."
"What about Hopkins and Goody Phillips?"
She wrinkled her nose. "They're mean-looking. Hopkins doesn't smile and Goody got a strange look in her eye. I don't trust them."
I tried to tell her the reputation that I had heard about these creatures, but she seemed so excited I merely made her promise not to tell them I was here. She crossed her heart, chattered for a few minutes, then left. After I finished my dinner, I settled on the bed and read Marlowe's Dr. Faustus. However, I had only read a few pages when I heard a thumping noise coming from the room beneath me on the third floor. I tried to ignore it but the sounds got louder, then I heard deep gruff cursing.
I knew the witch hunters were in that room. Anxiously, I climbed out of bed, put on my robe, and started for the door. Hardly realizing what I was doing, I had left my room and descended to the third floor. Deep inside, my curiosity had got the best of me and I had to find out what Hopkins and his cohorts looked like. When I got to the door of the room, I stood trembling in the fear they might catch me. But I suddenly realized they didn't know who I was or that my aunt was the most famous witch in all of England.
Slowly, with quivering fingers, I turned the knob and pushed the door inward. I knelt on the floor and pressed my eye to the crack, blinking until my vision adjusted itself to the flickering candlelight. Then, I sucked in my breath sharply, clutching my breasts as I gazed at the awful scene.
A tall lean man with light brown hair had Gellie in his arms with her head tilted back and a bottle of wine pressed to her lips. On the bed watching them sat a man who had to be Matthew Hopkins. He had a stocky build, black hair, and a black beard streaked with gray. In the corner, scratching her stomach in an obscene manner, stood a stocky middle-aged woman who could only be Goody Phillips. She gazed from Hopkins to Stem and yawned. "For Christsakes, John," she said, "get on with it. She's got enough wine in her now."
Hopkins nodded his head. "Goody's right, Stem. Get the wench's clothes off. You know damn well she wants a good fucking."
Stem pulled the bottle away from Gellie's sucking lips and tossed it to Hopkins. "Empty. Damned if she didn't drain it dry." He laughed and crushed his mouth brutally against Gellie's lips.
I felt I ought to scream or go for help but when I saw her arms reach up and clutch his head I realized she was enjoying herself. I told myself that Gellie was a bar wench, not a young lady of breeding with a tradition of witchcraft behind her like myself.
Stem tore her hands from around his neck and spun her around. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned her dress, pulling the garment to the floor. He lifted her out of the tangle of material and reached for her big naked breasts jiggling before him. Eagerly, he pawed her flesh, laughing when he noticed the drunken lusty look glazing her eyes.
Then he tore at her panties, ripping them from her body with one violent jerk.
My own body quivered as Stem's lean hands ran over her body, squeezing her tits and frolicking in her lush dark blonde cunt hair. I had to admit Gellie had a body that would excite a man. Her heavy tits and hips looked as if she could take a good stiff fucking. Her cunt hair also had that quality which would command the lusty attention of a virile man. The darkish profusion lay in thick folds in the V of her crotch like rich deep lamb's wool. I felt a momentary twinge of envy, but then I quickly snuffed out the feeling, for after all she was in the hands of my enemies.
"Goddamned, you're a lusty piece," Stem said heavily, his fingers penetrating Gellie's cunt slit.
"Get to it, John," Hopkins growled. "Throw that bitch on her back and stick your prick in her."
"Eat her. Suck her cunt," Goody cried, her eyes blazing with a perverse ardor.
Though I must admit I had been fucked-violated during the religious ceremony-I hadn't been exposed to many sexual scenes. To be sure, I had felt a man's cock probe my cunt on several occasions after the ceremony, and had my tits crushed by an admirer or two. But I had never seen with my own eyes the various possibilities of the human body.
Stem pushed Gellie backward toward a chair, made her sit with her legs strewn over the arms, then dropped to his knees between her legs. He clutched her tits as he bent his mouth to her cunt.
Gellie moaned, reached down and spread apart her lips, crying aloud as his tongue sank into her meaty folds. While his tongue buried in her crevice, his hands busily squeezed her big tits.
I didn't know whether to run for help or stay and see the reaction his tongue had on Gellie. I had never dreamed anyone would stick their tongue up a cunt and the thought sent strange sensations quivering over my body. I wondered if it felt different than having a long piece of meat skewering into your crevice.
Stem feasted on her darkish blonde succulence for several minutes. Then he rose out of her crotch, stood erect and stripped off his clothes. When he was stark naked, he pulled Gellie to her feet and pushed her to the bed, where he spread her flat on the mattress with her legs wide open. He stroked his cock a few times until it stood long and hard, then he leaped between her thighs. "How does it feel, ducky?" he cried as his long tube-like organ penetrated past her cuntlips and slid completely out of view into the depths of her cunt.
I wondered how a girl of nineteen could take a cock with such ease. But I guessed Gellie Clark had been fucking since she was a very young girl. I know most of the farm girls I had come into contact with were usually deflowered before they were fourteen. If it hadn't been for the fact I was destined for the priesthood, I would have felt a stiff cock earlier than on the eve of my seventeenth birthday.
While Stem pumped his organ lustily into Gellie's cunt, Hopkins paraded about the room, shouting obscene encouragement to his partner. "That's a spunky lad," he cried. "Fuck that goddamned wench good. Harder, you bastard. Make her scream in pain."
I shuddered as Stem drove his prick faster and harder into Gellie. The poor girl looked as if she were in the throes of agony with her legs drawn up and her arms flailing the bed. I wondered what kind of beasts these creatures were who so obviously enjoyed inflicting pain on a helpless girl. But I realized the depths of their depravity had hardly been reached when I noticed Goody Phillips suddenly pull off her own clothes.
"John," she cried, "don't shoot your spunk yet."
She cast her garments on a chair and sprang on the bed, pouncing on poor Gellie's tits like a ravenous cannibal. While Stem fucked Gellie's cunt, Goody sucked and pawed her tits, moaning like a demented animal as she slobbered on her flesh.
Though I knew Gellie was in physical and moral pain, I couldn't help but admire Goody Phillips. Despite the fact she must have been in her late thirties, she had a solid, smooth body worthy of a younger woman. Her tits were large and well shaped and her hips and belly had a rounded, pleasing appearance. But the part of her anatomy that startled me the most was her cunt, which she had shaved, leaving only a darkish shadow to cover her pubic area. I had never seen a shaved cunt before and I must say the effect was shocking and strangely disturbing.
The sight of his two partners ravaging Gellie must have proven a strong stimulant to Hopkins also. His eyes looked as if they might pop out of his head any moment. I could see the sweat dampen his brow as he stalked about the bed like a caged animal. Finally, he stripped off his garments and threw his thick, dusky body on the bed in back of Goody.
"Goddamn it, spread your legs," he barked to his partner.
Goody obliged his command, stretching her thighs far apart. With a snort Hopkins gripped his half-hard tool and slipped the head to her cunt slit. He rubbed the fleshy end up and down in her juices until his cock stood thick, hard and massive. Then he shoved his stout prick head into her crevice and with a short jabbing motion drove all the way inside.
I nearly choked, wondering how Goody could take a cock the size of Hopkins'. But like Gellie, I supposed she had felt many and many a prick in her time. I know she enjoyed being fucked, for she humped backward as Hopkins pounded his flanks against her bottom.
"Goddamn it, drop your ass," Hopkins grunted.
Goody scrunched lower so his spear could drive in and out with perfect ease. I had to admit that this terrible man-the scourge of us witches-had a cock and a pair of balls of magnificent proportions. His prick looked like a large thick sausage with a head the size of an egg. His body, however, wasn't as appealing as John Stem's, for he had too much hair on his chest, belly, and balls. What little I had seen of men's bodies, I thought I preferred the firm texture of muscle and skin rather than a jungle of thick hair.
The sounds they made sucking and fucking were appalling and I wondered if the Osborns could hear them. Stern cried in anguish as he neared his climax, while Goody and Hopkins groaned in their lust heat. Suddenly Stem stopped in mid-motion, jerked his hips violently and fell back out of Gellie's cunt.
Hopkins gripped Goody's hips, pounding his cock wildly into the recesses of her vagina. He fucked rapidly, grunting, moaning like a wild dog in heat. Then he screeched a string of foul obscenities, pumping vigorously as he spent his orgasm.
"You've a damn good fucking cunt," the witch hunter groaned, tumbling backward on the bed.
No sooner had his cock left her cunt than Goody pounced between Gellie's legs, burying her face in her hairy bush. The poor tortured girl clasped her legs about Goody's head while her hands reached down to clutch her hair.
"Oooohhh, merciful God," Gellie groaned, weaving her hips and twisting her shoulders as her seducer sucked for her orgasm.
Goody inserted her fingers in Gellie's cuntlips, stretching them far apart. Then she lifted her head out of her hairy nest, gazed at the firm clitoris waiting to be devoured and, with a hungry cry again plunged to her moist feast.
Gellie's ass left the mattress as Goody sucked on her clit with ferocity. Moaning, crying, she shouted, "Suck-oh, suck!" and shot a stream of moisture into her captor's mouth. Goody eagerly lapped her cunt until Gellie rolled away from her face. "Can't take any more!" she cried.
"The hell you can't," Stem shouted, bouncing on his knees next to Gellie. He turned her over flat on her back, grabbed Goody by the hair and tossed her between her legs. "Suck her again," he ordered.
Goody plunged into Gellie's cunt with obvious glee while Stem came behind his female partner, massaged his cock till it got hard, and pointed the head at her bumhole. Goody hoisted herself on her knees to give Stem's prick a better shot at her hole, which sent the witch hunter into spasms of laughter.
"Atta girl, Goody. Set your asshole up for a good one. I'm planning to fuck the hell out of you."
He shoved a finger into her ass, twisted it about and then replaced the digit with his long prick. In a few short easy jabs he speared his organ fully into Goody's anal crevice, much to the delight of Hopkins, who now knelt on the bed with his prick firmly aloft.
"Hah, damned if that ain't a sight," Hopkins chuckled.
Stem laughed and slapped Goody on the side. "Feels great," he cried. "Better than her cunt." Hopkins watched his partner's long fleshy piece bury into Goody's asshole for several minutes. Then he grinned, rose off his knees and squatted over Gellie's head with his heavy balls hanging down toward her mouth. "Suck them, girl," he ordered. "Careful not to bite them."
I wondered if Gellie would obey the awful command. She raised her head a bit to gaze at Goody eating her snatch and Stern fucking Goody in the ass. "Oh, lordie!" she groaned. Reaching up, she entwined her arms about Hopkins' legs, pulling him down until his nuts brushed against her lips. She opened her mouth, engulfed the sacs, and swirled them in her saliva.
"Ahhh, damn, that's good," Hopkins shouted. I felt myself in inner torment as I watched the terrible scene. I wanted to help Gellie and yet I had a strange feeling she didn't object to what was happening to her. My aunt Agnes had always told me to mind my own business in most affairs of life. "Keep your eyes open," she had said, "but your mouth closed, and you'll live longer."
I kept my eyes riveted to the bed, trying to make up my mind what to do. My own pants felt wet with the excitement and I knew I couldn't watch much more. Finally Gellie herself made my decision when she suddenly toppled Hopkins beside her, reached out and grasped his tool, plunging it to her mouth.
"She'll make a damn fine cocksucker," Stem laughed, watching Gellie slurp the witch hunter's prick deeply in her mouth.
When her fingers caressed his pubic hair in an erotic gesture, I knew Gellie was lost to them. Sighing for the unfortunate girl, I slowly rose, closed the door, and softly trod back upstairs to my own room.
"Whew," I muttered aloud, "I'm roasting." I flung off my clothes, splashed some cold water from a pitcher on my face, and lay on the cool sheets. For many minutes I rested, trying to erase the disturbing scene pounding in my brain. But the more I tried forcing their merging bodies out of my mental vision, the harder they copulated. I tried counting sheep but they all had enormous pricks and huge pulsating cunts. "Hell," I cried, sitting upright against the back of the bed.
In pain and torment, I clutched my hands to my breasts, squeezing them till they hurt. Then I let my fingers drift down to my belly and the soft black hairs on my cunt. I had masturbated many times in the past, but I hated the idea of playing with myself as a result of viewing my hated enemies. Now I was trapped in the vice of my own passionate body.
"Damn Hopkins," I shouted. My fingers pulled back my cunt lips and I beat my throbbing clit with frenzied finger movements. It didn't take me long to spend copiously over my fingers and the sheets. But it didn't satisfy me enough. Hardly realizing what I was doing, I leaped off the bed, grasped a candle, and jammed it up my cunt while I lifted one leg on a chair. The long wax taper skewered into my vagina like Stem's long cock burying into Gellie. I cried, moaned, sobbing as I came for a second time.
I thought I had spent enough but to my surprise I felt my hands reaching for my cunt when I climbed back on the bed. Almost to the point of tears, I dipped my fingers in the walls of my soaked cunt and played with myself until I came two more times. "Aaaaah, Great Lucifer," I moaned.
This was the release I most mercifully needed, however. I felt my body ease flat on the bed and my head tilt to one side. My eyes closed and the last thing I remembered before slipping into a deep sleep was the image of Gellie sucking on Hopkins' sturdy cock. I had never sucked a prick before and I wondered briefly how it tasted.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day I wanted to get word to Aunt Agnes, telling her the witch hunters were at the Raven's Inn. However, Will Osborn told me she was out of town on a visit to Manningtree to enlist the aid of other witches. For the meantime, he thought it best if I stayed at the inn as long as I kept well hidden in the garret.
I waited on pins and needles until Gellie brought me my breakfast late in the morning. I burst with curiosity to ask her how she felt after the hearty fucking and sucking last night. But I found my tongue unable to form the embarrassing words. Instead, I kept a close eye on her, noticing that she moved rather slowly, as if her legs were sore from overexertion. I secretly snickered, vividly recalling Stem's long prick gouging her cunt and Goody's thick tongue sucking her clit.
After breakfast and lunch, I decided I couldn't stand the boredom any longer. From what Gellie had told me I knew the witch hunters would hold a public hearing today to denounce some poor souls as witches. Since my aunt was away, I felt I ought to find out first hand the full extent of the horror about to descend on my native town.
I carefully searched the garret and finally found enough old clothes to disguise myself as a charwoman. When I was sure the witch hunters had left the tavern, I sneaked down the back stairs to the door leading to the rear yard and the stables. After making sure old Gus, the livery man, wasn't looking, I sped away from the tavern, heading in the direction of the town square.
Sure enough, my feeling that Hopkins & Co. would be at their evil work proved true. A great crowd had gathered about the scaffold which adorned the center square of Chelmsford. A joking carnival atmosphere prevailed, and I noticed several shopkeepers hawking sausages, cockles, and beer. I kept the piece of cloth wound about my head as low as possible as I wormed my way to the front of the crowd.
I hadn't stood there very long before the spectators started hooting and clapping their hands. I strained my neck to see what they were yelling about, and found to my dismay, Hopkins, Stem, and Goody marching solemnly through the crowd from the direction of the town gaol.
Striding behind them were several dignitaries, including the mayor, Eldridge Parker, and the town's most prominent Anglican minister, Dr. Calaman.
Then I sucked in my breath to keep from crying out. For stumbling after this group came three women bound together by a long rope which was fastened about the sturdy waist of the town beadle. I knew all three women as well as I knew Aunt Agnes. Two of them were witches in our coven and the other was a good friend of many of our people.
I watched in horror as the procession walked to the scaffold, ascended the stops and turned and faced the crowd. The mayor pulled a piece of paper from his waistcoat, cleared his throat, and read in deep solemn tones the proclamation beginning the infamous witch hunt in Chelmsford. After he finished, the reverend Dr. Calaman stepped forward, spreading his slender arms toward the sky.
"Brethren in the blood of Christ," he cried, "today we witness a great and significant event. Our most noble town council has proclaimed that our town will wage a holy war on the devil and his allies." His hard dark eyes roamed over the still and silent crowd. "We all know there is evil in Chelmsford. And we all know who is responsible for it."
"The witches-the witches," someone in the crowd cried.
"Yes, my brother, the witches," Dr. Calaman shouted back. "Witches right here in Chelmsford. Witches who owe their allegiance to Satan rather than to God and His most Royal Majesty, Charles I."
The crowd moved restlessly as Dr. Calaman gestured to the three women. "It has come to the attention of the city council," he said, "that Elizabeth Molard, Diana Duncan, and Alison Defoe have on numerous occasions acted in a strange and suspicious manner. We have the signed statements from several of our leading citizens swearing that these women possess familiars and attend the witches' meetings held in the Old Forest. Some have complained that they set a hex on them using witchcraft curses and poppets."
"Hang the bloody bitches!" one man cried hoarsely.
"Show us their marks," a slovenly woman, half in her cups, blurted out.
"It is our duty unto God to rid the earth of these evil vermin," Dr. Calaman said. "That is why we've invited Matthew Hopkins and his associates to come here and help us. They know the ways and signs of the witches. They have ferreted out these demons in town after town, proving beyond the shadow of a doubt the existence of witchcraft. If these three women are witches, they will be discovered here and now."
I felt my stomach turn sour as Dr. Calaman stepped back and let Hopkins take over. This hated enemy of us witches bade the beadle sever the rope binding the three women to his waist. Then he handed him three short pieces of rope and told him to tie each woman separately to the center post with her hands behind her back.
"God-fearing citizens of Chelmsford," Hopkins said, "what the right reverend Dr. Calaman has said is true. The world is full of witches. They are agents of the devil and must be found and killed before we all lose our immortal souls."
He walked briskly about the center post glaring into the frightened faces of the three women. When he had made a complete circle, he stepped back and cried in a loud voice, "Elizabeth Molard, Diana Duncan, Alison Defoe, you've been accused of the accursed crime of witchcraft. How do you plead?"
Almost in unison they shouted, "No-No, we're innocent!"
I knew Diana and Alison hated to lie about being witches for they were both honest faithful women and proud of their religion. But they were fighting for their lives and had no recourse than to bluff their innocence. Elizabeth Molard, of course, wasn't a witch, but many of her closest friends were, and she knew she would be guilty because she associated with them.
Hopkins chuckled deeply as he listened to their pleading denials. He held up his hands for silence, turning toward the crowd as he began the questions.
"Elizabeth Molard, it is said the devil is your lover. We have a statement that he appeared in your bedroom three weeks ago and copulated with you."
"No," shrieked poor Elizabeth, who, I felt, was still a virgin, though she was in her early fifties.
"How did his orgasm feel?" Hopkins asked. "Hot or cold?"
Elizabeth cried softly, her tears staining her cheeks. "I've never taken the devil or any man for my lover. As God is my witness, I am a virgin."
A great guffaw rose out of the crowd at this statement. I noticed men poking each other and women whispering to their nearest neighbor all kinds of nasty comments.
"Come now," Hopkins laughed. "You expect us to believe you're still a virgin at your age? Woman, I tell you we have a witness who says they saw the devil laying on top of you in your bed. It is said he had an enormous cod piece and that you were crying for him to pleasure you more."
"A lie!" Elizabeth screamed.
Hopkins laughed. Then he shouted in a loud shrill voice, "Diana Duncan, you've been accused of taking the husband of one of our townswomen for your lover by means of witchcraft. How plead you?"
"You're crazy!" lovely Diana shouted. "Who accused me? Make them tell me to my face!"
"There'll be plenty of time for that when you come to trial," Hopkins said. "Confess now. Haven't you been using your witchcraft secrets to steal husbands from their wives? Haven't you met many men from this town out in the forest where you did copulate most shamelessly with them? It is said you were seen on your hands and knees licking one man's organ in the lust of your passion."
"You lie!" Diana cried.
At this pronouncement of cocksucking, the crowd went wild, stomping their feet and shouting rude remarks toward the scaffold.
"She can lick my cod piece any time," one fat, bald middle-aged loafer shouted.
"Aye," another man added, "I'll give her a mouthful."
The reverend Dr. Calaman strode to the center of the scaffold, raised his arms, crying in his thin voice for silence. "Brethren, let not the devil blind you with lust. This is an important moment for us in Chelmsford. Let us conduct ourselves with dignity."
They quieted down and let Hopkins badger Alison Defoe with insulting questions.
"You, Alison Defoe," he said sternly, "are guilty of the most perverse kind of blasphemy. We've a sworn statement that you stole a wafer from communion and used it in a black mass."
"Never," Alison said, shaking her head severely.
I especially felt sorry for her because her husband wasn't aware she was a witch and he now stood among the spectators, gaping as he listened to the accusations. Dan Defoe was proud of his beautiful, sensual wife, and I knew he must be going through a hell of torment.
"No only did someone see you steal a wafer," Hopkins said, "but we have a witness who saw you stick the wafer in the most obscene hairy part of your body and then make your lover eat it out." The impact of this revelation nearly sent the crowd into a wild frenzy. Men and women alike cried hoarsely for Alison to be searched immediately so they might see where she hid the wafer.
"Strip them down," a woman shouted.
"Let's see that hairy hiding place," a man cried. "I'll search them, damnit," a lusty-looking farmer said, stepping boldly toward the scaffold. He was stopped by Stern and Dr. Calaman who turned him back toward the crowd.
"You see how they lie," Hopkins said when the noise had dimmed. "We have dozens of statements as to their lustful, evil ways and yet they deny it. But we'll prove they lie. When you see them naked before you, we'll point out the devil marks on their bodies, proving they're agents of the devil."
It seemed every head craned forward at Hopkins' remark. The witch hunter nodded to Stem and Goody, who moved toward the three women. They quickly stripped off their garments until they stood revealed before the gaping spectators stark naked. I blushed with shame for my friends as the men shouted and pointed at their nude bodies before them.
"I reckon she's still a virgin," one man laughed, pointing a pudgy finger at Elizabeth Molard.
"Scrawny hips," another man agreed. "Ain't got enough tit there for a babe to suck."
I could barely listen to the rude comments about Elizabeth, a kind, sensitive soul who lived by herself in a cottage at the edge of town. However, Hie remarks about her were nothing compared to what they said when they got a good look at Diana and Alison. I could see more than one man jam his hands in his trousers' pockets in an effort to keep their stiff cocks from bulging too much.
"Will you look at that!" one man said, pointing to Alison. "I ain't never seen a cunt like that in my life."
I could see why Dan Defoe deeply loved his wife after gazing at her snatch. Her cunt hair lay in deep chestnut folds between her legs in a wild sensuous profusion. Even Dr. Calaman must have sensed the erotic beauty of her love nest, for his face reddened and he coughed several times as he tried keeping his eyes away from the lusty sight.
"Hey, I'd like to plow those fields," another young man announced to his companion, indicating the flaming red-haired cunt of Diana Duncan, which lay sandwiched like a red muff between her legs.
"She's got a pair of good sucking tits," his companion added. "Take a look at those nipples."
Though Diana was still unmarried at the age of twenty-five, she had nipples at least an inch long sticking out of her pointed breasts. It looked as if she had given milky nourishment to a dozen thirsty babes.
Hopkins deliberately let the crowd drink their fill of the three naked bodies before he raised his hands for quiet.
"Good citizens," he said loudly, "as you know, the devil marks his witches in a variety of ways. Some he stamps with a birthmark. Others he marks with a fleshy protuberance or a mole. Now quite often these marks are hidden to keep Christian eyes from discovering the identity of his agents."
He walked toward Elizabeth and ran his hand lightly down her body from her forehead to her knees. Elizabeth shuddered as he paused momentarily at her tits and her darkish cunt.
"Do you see any marks?" Hopkins asked.
"No," the crowd shouted in unison.
"The devil is a clever bastard," Hopkins said. He gestured for Goody and Stem to come and assist him.
"My associates will hold her firm while I look in every crevice of her body," Hopkins said.
The spectators laughed and clapped their hands as Stem and Goody untied Elizabeth and held her arms and legs while Hopkins minutely examined the inside of her mouth. When he was satisfied no marks lingered there, he searched her head, face and neck. Then he had Goody raise both her arms overhead so he could examine her armpits. Elizabeth didn't shave her underarms and Hopkins had to run his fingers through her long dark hair for devil signs.
"Nothing there," he said.
"Look in her cunt," a man yelled.
Goody lowered Elizabeth's arms, pinning them behind her as Hopkins searched her pubic regions. When he inserted his fingers in her tightish cunt to spread apart her lips, poor Elizabeth screamed in anguish.
"Stop-please stop," she cried. "No man has ever done that. I'm a virgin."
Hopkins laughed and rudely jammed his index finger straight up her cunt. Elizabeth howled in pain, twisting her legs violently in an attempt to get away. But Stern and Goody held her firm while Hopkins probed her cunt and then traveled down her thighs to her feet. Sighing, he rose and gestured for his associates to turn Elizabeth's back to the crowd.
"Now let us see where the devil's hidden his mark," Hopkins said. He closely searched Elizabeth from her head to her heel but no mark could be found. I could see he was angry, for it meant he wouldn't get his ten pounds, which was only paid for every witch he discovered.
"Try her bloody arse," one crude farmer shouted.
Light seemed to shine in Hopkins' dark eyes at the suggestion. He told Stern and Goody to bend Elizabeth over so her hands touched the floor. He spread her legs wide apart and then gripped both her cheeks. Pulling them far apart, he gave the crowd an intimate view of her asshole. "By God," he cried, sticking his nose close to her ass, "here's a mark."
Dr. Calaman and the mayor came around and looked into her hole. Hopkins placed his finger on the section of meat and bone separating her asshole and cunt slit. "Gentlemen," he said confidently, "see that mole. That is a sure sign of the devil. And what better place to hide it? Who would ever dream of searching in a woman's shithole?"
Dr. Calaman winced at Hopkins' crudity, but he nodded his head as if he agreed. Then he and the mayor stepped back and let Hopkins gloat to the crowd. "Elizabeth Molard is a witch and will be tried in a court of justice."
The spectators cheered his victory with enthusiasm. Hopkins bade Stern and Goody tie Elizabeth to the post again before he started searching my witch friends. I could tell the crowd was waiting feverishly for him to finger Diana and Alison by the way they licked their lips as he approached the two women. He started with Diana, untying her and forcing her to stand close to the crowd at the front of the scaffold.
He roamed over every particle of her body, especially her lusty tits, which he pinched and squeezed to the delight of every man in the crowd. When he found no marks on her body, he had the mayor set a stool directly in back of her. Then he told his associates to force Diana to a squat position with her knees drawn up to her chest. I could hear the rapid breathing of many spectators as her cunt slit quivered erotically before them.
"Lemme trade places with you," one loafer howled, sweat streaming down his face.
Hopkins bent over, examining her luscious red cunt hair for many minutes before he spread apart her lips, dropped to his knees and set his right eye close to her inner folds. Diana squirmed as his hot breath bathed her cunt. When he finally inserted two fingers inside, she screamed in torment. "You bastard! You fucking rotten bastard!" she yelled.
Dr. Calaman clapped his hands over his ears at such language coming from a woman. I knew even if they didn't find any marks she'd be condemned for her abusive tongue. But much to Hopkins' glee he found an indication of her allegiance to the devil deep inside her vagina.
"Up there," he told the minister and the mayor when he had removed his fingers. "A small piece of flesh. A goodly sign of her pact with Satan. Would you worthy gentlemen like to feel it?"
Both the minister and the mayor shook their heads vehemently, which seemed to please the crowd. They hooted and bellowed for several straight minutes until Hopkins finished with her and had her tied to the post again.
By now the crowd seemed in a high state of agitation. I even noticed several men with their hands under women's dresses as if they were fondling their cunts. For myself, I must confess, the entire dreadful scene affected me strangely. I felt horror and pity for my friends; yet, the sight of Hopkins feeling their naked bodies filled me with an intense anxiety. I felt sweat dampen my clothes and I knew my panties were wet from the excitement.
I tried leaving after Diana's ordeal but the crowd pressed too close to me to get through. Now Hopkins called for Stern and Goody to bring forth Alison Defoe, which, for some reason, filled me with perverse excitement. I had always liked Alison and the sight of her sensuous body under the searching hands of the witch hunters made my blood run like fire.
I gathered the crowd felt the same way for when Hopkins lifted Alison's heavy, succulent tits to see if there were marks under them, many of the spectators groaned. Alison must have been in her late thirties, but she had a body that commanded everyone's attention, including Stem and Goody. Both witch hunters gazed at her tits and cunt with eyes that blazed with lust.
"Bend her over," Hopkins ordered after he had searched all of her body except her cunt.
From the rear position, Alison's snatch looked like a hairy muff. Her asshole was dark and pronounced, which must have amused Stem, for he reamed his finger inside until it disappeared.
"Nothing in there," he said, pulling his finger out.
Goody then dropped to her knees and inspected her cuntlips, breathing harshly on her chestnut hair. Poor Alison twisted and squirmed but she couldn't get away from Goody's exploring fingers. Finally, Hopkins pulled Goody away and had them set Alison on the same chair where Diana had been searched.
This time Stem helped Hopkins inspect the profusion of hair. He even took turns inserting his fingers in her cunt, wiggling them back and forth in a most devious manner. For many minutes they explored her cunt while the crowd almost had an orgasm. Then, Hopkins shouted victoriously, suddenly rising from her slit and pointing a finger at her belly button.
"By God, I missed that," he cried. "Damnit, lookie here-a tiny mole."
Stem, Goody, Dr. Calaman, and Parker all bent near the mark. The mayor shook his head and whispered something to Hopkins.
"Bring forth the needle," Hopkins yelled.
Someone ran up onto the scaffold and handed him a long thin needle, which he grasped eagerly in his hand.
"Witches feel no pain in the devil marks," he said, pricking the point into the mole.
I hoped Alison would cry out, but she must have been confused, for she remained silent. Hopkins crowed in his glory. "Another witch," he shouted. "Our searching and pricking has discovered three witches."
The crowd suddenly broke apart with the exciting news, spilling and scattering in every direction. The mayor and Dr. Calaman beamed with pleasure and shook hands with Hopkins & Co. But for myself I felt only grief and sickness. I looked around to see if Dan Defoe had stayed for the ordeal but he was nowhere in sight. I knew now my friends would go before a judge and be sentenced to death. I also knew this was but the first step in the witchcraft mania that would surely engulf our quiet town.
I waited until my friends had been led off the scaffold before I rushed home to the tavern. I wanted to beat the witch hunters there so I could pack my clothes and leave before they caught up with me. I also wanted to plunge a towel in a basin of cold water and dab it to my body, which by now felt as if it were consumed in the fires of lust. My tits ached and my cunt burned and my mind swirled with a dozen erotic images of naked bodies, long cocks, and shaven cunts. I knew if I didn't cool off instantly, I'd stoop to frigging myself like I had last night.
CHAPTER THREE
I got back to the tavern before the Osborns returned from the town square. I knew in a matter of minutes they'd come back and get ready for the crowd which would surely fill the place. My female instinct told me the sight of the nude females on the scaffold had excited them and they'd soon be rollicking drunk, obscene, and boisterous.
Upstairs in the garret, I hurriedly threw together what clothes I had brought with me a couple of days ago. When I had buckled my satchel, I started to close the shutters over the windows to douse the room in total darkness. I had shut one window and reached for another when a soft rapping sound froze the marrow in my bones. For a long minute I struggled in torment. Should I open the door? Or should I keep quiet and pretend the room was empty? Finally, curious beyond endurance, I gasped, "Who is it?"
"Roger Goodfellow," came the welcome reply. My heart leaped with happiness at the sound of his voice. Roger was high priest of our coven and had no doubt a message from Aunt Agnes. Swiftly, I unbolted the door and bade him enter. "Roger," I cried, grasping him by the sleeve, "I'm glad you're here. I saw what happened today in the square. I'm frightened and want to go with Aunt Agnes."
He shook his head slowly as he gazed about the room. "Sorry, lass," he said. "I'm afraid your aunt is still in Manningtree."
"But Hopkins is staying here," I said. "He's bound to find me."
"Don't worry. The Osborns will never tell. Besides, you're in a good position to spy on them." He placed his strong hands on my shoulders. "Listen, Marion, I've got a terrible task I must ask of you."
The sight of his blonde, handsome features and his bright blue eyes quieted me considerably. He had always been a favorite of mine and was one of the reasons I didn't mind becoming the next high priestess. "I'll do whatever you say," I said shyly.
"Good girl. I want you to stay here and report what the hunters are up to. Then tonight-I hardly know how to ask you-but I want you to go to the gaol and give this potion to Elizabeth, Diana, and Alison."
He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and pressed it into my hands. I shuddered, knowing full well it held deadly poison, which would kill them instantly. "Oh, Roger," I said. "Is it necessary?"
He looked at me gravely. "Marion, tomorrow Judge Gardner will find them guilty and sentence them to death. Witch trials are popping up all over the place in town after town. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."
"But they're so beautiful," I cried, thinking of Diana's lovely tits and Alison's sensuous hairy cunt.
"Well see what we can do. But right now they're under heavy guard. That's why your aunt went to Manningtree. She's trying to get help from their coven."
"What if I can't get in? I don't know the guards."
He colored slightly. "You shouldn't have too much trouble." He handed me a small bag of coins. "Bribe them with this."
"And if that fails?"
His face flushed a deep red. "Use any means you can. But get die poison to them." He hesitated. "You're a beautiful, desirable girl, Marion. The guards should be attracted to you-like I am."
"You mean you want me to-" I stopped abruptly. "What do you mean, like you are?"
He scooped my hands in his strong fingers, pressing them to his lips.
"I've always loved you, Marion. Even when you were a little child. I knew some day you'd become the high priestess. That's why I studied and did what J. could to become high priest."
"Oh, Roger." I felt my blood pound swiftly in my veins as I drank in his words. His broad shoulders and masculine tapered body appealed strongly to my emotions. His fingers holding my hands were powerful yet artistically molded. I felt a man of such talent and beauty must surely be the grand master of our district, a position of extreme power in our religion. The grand master, whose identity was a carefully guarded secret, ruled over several covens and was our surrogate god on earth.
"I'd do anything for you, Roger," I said, blushing. "I've always had a feeling for you."
He held me at arm's length. "First you must tell me you'll go to the gaol. You're the only one who can do it. I can't bring suspicion on myself or they'll come to my shop and surely find our witchcraft relics."
Roger had a prosperous craftsman shop on Kearney Street, where he made things out of wood, metal, and glass. I admired a man with artistic talents, and when they were coupled with sheer physical beauty, I felt quite overpowered.
"I'll do it," I cried.
"Lass!" he moaned, suddenly clutching me to his breast.
Before I realized what had happened, we were deep in kissing, with our tongues entwining inside my mouth. His hands crept down my back to my buttocks which he lovingly caressed. I felt the stiff bulge of his erect cock squashing against my cunt as he gripped me tightly in his grasp.
"Marion, my love," he sobbed in my ear. "I've wanted you for so long."
His hands left my quivering ass and I felt my skirt shifting upward toward my knees. Suddenly I realized I had forgotten to put on my pants in the excitement of the day and now his fingers clutched my silky black cunt hair. He quickly parted my lips, darting one of his fingers up my slit as he breathed words of love in my ear.
"Precious lass," he cooed, "I've got to bed you. You're the world to me."
He swiftly backed me to the bed where he gently pushed me flat on my back. Then he raced to the door, threw the bolt and charged back to me before I had the chance to sit upright. Like a man possessed, he tore off both our clothes, then sprang on top of the bed, reaching excitedly for my flesh. He smothered my lips with burning kisses while he frolicked in my cunt slit. I reached up, bursting inside with passion, and thrust him downward on my tits which stood stiffly erect under the touch of his sucking lips.
"Marion," he moaned as he absorbed one of my shapely breasts in his mouth.
I knew I didn't have the fiery quality of Diana or the lush sensuality of Alison, but then I was only seventeen. However, I knew my body excited men and no doubt they found my lithe figure, white skin, and raven hair sexually stimulating.
"Roger-Roger," I cried. "I'm on fire." The images of Goody lapping Gellie's cunt seared my mind. "Suck me," I moaned, pushing his head from my tits toward my belly.
He glanced up at me in surprise, smiling as I darted my tongue over my lips. With a bound he raced down my flesh toward my raven cunt hair. Jabbing his tongue to and fro, he frolicked in my lush bush until I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Suck," I sobbed.
He parted my cunt Ups with both his hands, plunging his tongue fully into my burning crevice. I instantly reached an orgasm, spewing a milky spray against his face. Instead of backing away like I thought he might, he buried his tongue deeper in my cunt, groaning is if in ecstasy. This was the first time anyone had eaten me and my first bed session in nearly four months.
Hungrily, I raced my fingers over his head as he gouged and licked my cunt until it flamed anew with a scorching passion. "I'm cumming again," I cried.
He quickly lifted his face from my fur muff, leaped between my thighs and thrust his poker hard cock to my cuntlips. With slow deliberate jabs he inched his prick into my wet and quivering pussy. When he had bored most of his organ inside, he reared his hips for the final plunge.
"Great Lucifer!" I moaned as his cock buried in my hairy heart.
With long hearty strokes he fucked me until I thought he'd rip my cunt apart. My ass and hips left the bed to meet every stroke, which seemed to please him intensely.
"Good lass," he grunted. "You're a sweet, beautiful lay."
I felt my loins burn as my second orgasm welled up within me. Crying, I clutched at his body as he pounded savagely into my aching vagina.
"Goddamnit, I'm spending too," he shouted.
We fucked like two dogs in heat, spewing forth our lust at the same time. When he finished pouring out his cum, he fell across me, sighing heavily.
"By the Great Homed God," he said, "that was good."
I sobbed I loved him and rolled him beside me so I could kiss his face. He lay quiet for some minutes, letting me caress and kiss his lips and tongue. I felt strangely elated-almost as if I had experienced a religious, emotional release. I loved this man-and I couldn't get enough. My cunt burned with lust. My tits ached for his sucking mouth.
"Fuck me again, Roger, darling," I pleaded. "I love your cock so."
He chuckled lightly. "Might have to wait, lass. The old pecker won't stand up yet."
Since Roger was only thirty-nine, I knew he could get as many hard-ons as he wanted to. That is, if he had the proper stimulation. Pictures of Hopkins & Co., fucking and sucking, filled me with desire. I felt the one way to arouse him again was to suck his prick. Yet I had never touched a man's organ with my mouth. I wanted to but I felt shy, as if he might object at my indecency. I had seen witches on numerous occasions suck their partners' organs but that was in the passion of our religious rituals. Here I was belly to belly with a man-completely outside of the witchcraft ceremonies.
Slowly, I made up my mind. I had to find out how it tasted. I had to suck his prick and roll his beautiful balls around in my saliva. With trembling fingers I reached between his legs and fondled his prick. My fingertips gently massaged his skin until I felt his organ swell under the excitement. Then I stroked his nuts lovingly, cupping them in my hands as if they were precious jewels.
"That feels wonderful, Marion, my pet," he sighed, coming half hard in my hands.
"I want you-I need you," I sobbed, swiftly bobbing to my knees beside him.
I rolled him flat on his back, grasped his half-hard tool in my fingers and bent my face toward his expanding head. I let my tongue run gently around the ridges, then I licked downward on the stem to the roots of his dark blond pubic hair. He groaned as I fondled his nuts and licked his prick as if it might be a stick of candy.
"Oh, lass," he moaned, "you don't know what you're doing."
"Yes, I do," I said. "I want you to fuck me and you got to be hard."
"Suck the head," he begged.
I opened my lips over his bulging prick head and let my lips engulf the fleshy bauble. He cried in ecstasy, reached up and shoved my head with a downward motion. I gulped, feeling his cock fill my mouth. I felt my taste buds salivate in anticipation as my mouth worked up and down his prick. A new and intense revelation about sex came to me while I tasted the pleasures of his meat.
His prick felt like soft velvet. It tasted clean and good. I loved the feel as it glided in and out of my mouth. I wanted to suck him forever. All thoughts of fucking him left me as his beautiful prick filled my mouth with tender bursts of speed.
"Marion-Marion," he groaned, fondling my ears as I slurped on his cock.
His passionate voice unleashed a new spurt of energy in me. I gently gripped his balls in my fingers, caressing them until I felt them quiver. My mouth seemed able to take all of his cock, and as it darted down my throat, I knew he thought I was an experienced cocksucker.
"Christ," he moaned, "I can't stand it. My nuts are on fire!"
"Cum-Cum-" I grunted, delighting in the swishing noise his cock made as it slid through my saliva.
Roger cried aloud, arched his hips and suddenly, tried to tear my head away from his cock.
"Here it comes," he yelled. "Move-you'll get it in the mouth."
The very thought of feeling his love juice flooding my mouth filled me with ecstasy. I pushed his hands roughly away from my head, clutched his hips and sucked as hard as I could in long slurping movements. Roger jerked his ass convulsively, flailed his arms on the mattress and shot a thick warm load into my throat. I hadn't the slightest desire to pull back from him. I kept sucking until it felt as if most of his love juices had poured down my throat.
"Stop-please, lass," he moaned.
I let his cock slide slowly out of my mouth, squeezing his nuts as his shaft came into view. Lovingly, I gazed at his organ, kissing and licking the beautiful flesh until he grasped my head in his strong hands.
"No more, Marion. I can't take it."
"How did it feel?" I asked.
"Wonderful-absolutely wonderful."
"You're the first man I've ever sucked. I've never even thought of doing it before-but you're so beautiful I couldn't help myself. You're not angry with me, are you, Roger?"
He dragged me beside him. "Angry? Darling, that was the best suck ever. You're positively great."
"Oh, Roger, I'm so happy."
I wriggled out of his arms and flung myself on his organ again. "I want more," I cried. "I can't get enough. Fill my mouth with your cream."
"Darling, you've drained me dry."
I refused to take no for an answer. I sucked on his cock until it stood blood red and stiff as a poker. I knew he suffered pain and to take his mind off the agony, I slid beside him, grinding my cunt in his face. He reached for my snatch hungrily, sucking my clit until I thought he'd chew it off. For many minutes we lay side by side, sucking and slurping on each other's organs. I felt a burning sensation tremble in my loins and I suddenly wanted to feel his stiff shaft gouging my cunt.
"Roger," I cried, tearing my lips from his juicy prick, "let's fuck. My cunt aches for your prick."
"Get on top," he gasped.
He showed me how to squat over his cock so my cunt could easily slide up and down on his blood-gorged shaft. My vagina must have stretched immensely, for his thick prick vanished into my hole without the least bit of friction from the walls of my womb. My legs felt strong as I fucked him from a half-squat position. I felt as if his prick beat into the recesses of my belly. When he arched his ass off the mattress, I cried out in ecstasy. "Oooooh, God. It's coming out of my throat."
He gurgled in pleasure. "That's a good girl. Take it all-every damn inch of it."
I gritted my teeth and bounded up and down, trying to keep a steady rhythm. We fucked for many minutes until both of us felt our orgasms exploding. The sweat rolled down our backs as we pounded our bodies together. I felt my own orgasm snap, suddenly shooting a flood of wet juice against his battering ram. I guessed he must be cumming too, for his eyes rolled in his head and his hips crushed into me violently.
"Aaaaayyyy," his voice screeched thinly. Then he reached up and rolled me away from his cock. I glanced at his shaft before I hit the bed in a swoon.
My poor tired darling looked raw and pulpy. Gently, I caressed his head with my fingertips, only to hear him swear softly in my ear. "Damnit, lass, you'll be the bloody death of me."
Crushing my lips to his mouth, I sucked for his tongue. He gave me a fleshy piece, moaning deep in his throat like a man in the throes of lust. "Marion," he gasped, pulling away from me. "My balls are on fire. But I can't fuck any more. I'm sore as hell."
"Lover," I cried. Quickly, I tore from his embrace, plunging my head toward his prick. I knew he couldn't stand the sensation of my sucking mouth so I slid under his organ, swallowing his lovely nuts in one swift gulp.
"Gently, lass," he trembled. "They're so goddamned tender."
I did my best not to bruise his nuts as I swirled them in my mouth. As I sucked his sacs, one of my hands played in his gorgeous pubic hair while the other hand gingerly caressed the outer rim of his asshole. I didn't know if I wanted to penetrate that unknown dark cavern, but one of my fingers kept slipping farther inside.
"Get it in, " he mumbled. "Feels so damn good."
I sucked his nuts, frolicked in his prick hair and fingered his asshole for some time. I finally felt his cock rise to stiff attention, awaiting the thrust of my lips and tongue. With a sharp cry, I left his balls and sucked his prick fully into my mouth. Roger cried softly, twisting from side to side as I sucked for his orgasm. It didn't take him long to cum this time and before I had realized it, he had spurted a small load in my mouth. "Tastes delicious," I said, swallowing the stuff and licking my lips.
He reached up to grasp my body when we both heard the sudden noises from the floor below. We froze in mid-air, listening to the loud, gruff laughter flowing from the room beneath us. "Hopkins," I said.
Roger quickly rolled himself off the bed and fumbled for his clothes. With obvious discomfort from all the spending, he stumbled about the room until he finally got all his clothes on. He leaned across the bed, kissed me passionately and raised finger to his lips. "Stay here at the tavern and keep out of sight," he said. "Keep an eye on them and if you hear anything important, come to me immediately-at night."
"When will I see you?"
"Soon, my love." He squeezed my tits.
"I love you, Roger."
"I love you, too, lass." He stole across the room, opened the door, and blew me a kiss.
"Take care," I said.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I got a key to this place. I'll let myself out the back door."
I waited until he shut the door, then I lifted my weary body off the bed and shut the bolt. I felt a sudden giddiness swirl over me as I headed back to the bed. I had fucked like I hadn't believed possible and now I needed sleep. I sank onto the soft mattress, closed my eyes, and almost instantly drifted into dreamland. But not before once more seeing my lover's hearty prick gouging my cunt and mouth. When darkness descended, I knew I had achieved that happy state of blessed womanhood.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day ray dreams of happiness were shattered with the trial of Elizabeth, Diane, and Alison. They were tried in the court of the infamous hanging judge, the Honorable Jeremy Gardner. Dr. Calaman delivered the official accusation against these poor unfortunate women as though they were the cause of every bit of mischief ever concocted in the county. Judge Gardner listened to his plea for a death sentence and the evidence against them. Then he let the women speak for themselves. When they finished, he glared down at them, shaking his thick mane of white hair.
"Guilty," he cried. "The Good Book says thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Therefore, these women, being spawned of that awful breed, must die." He pounded his gavel at the excited murmuring in the courtroom. "Tomorrow at noon you shall each hang by the neck until you are dead."
Dan Defoe, husband of Alison, shouted angrily, cursing the judge and Dr. Calaman. He started charging toward the minister with his thick hands outstretched, but he was felled on the head by one of the guards. Judge Gardner ordered the courtroom cleared immediately before there were any more emotional outbursts.
For the rest of the day I stayed in my room at the tavern, sipping tea which Gellie brought me. I knew I needed to fortify myself for the task I had promised Roger I'd perform tonight. I didn't relish the idea of walking into the gaol alone, but I had no recourse. After seeing the unjust trial this morning, I felt I had to deliver the poison. There was no chance for my friends; they were as good as dead already.
A couple of hours after sundown I disguised myself as a charwoman and slipped out of the tavern by the back door. A few minutes later I ascended the gaol steps and found the night guard half asleep. Smiling, I told him I was a friend of Diana Duncan and had a message from her father.
The guard shook his head after looking me over, yawned, and scratched his fat belly. "Hell, no, lady. Ain't nobody getting in here. Calaman's orders."
I protested as hard as I could but he remained firm. "Damnit, now, I said you can't get in. Besides that blonde piece ain't here."
"What? Diana's not here? Where is she?"
He scratched his head. "Damned if I know. 'Bout half an hour ago those witch hunter fellers came for the ones called Alison and Diana. They left the skinny one here."
"Where'd they go? What did they want with them?" I cried in anguish.
"How the hell should I know? All I can tell you is they got the best-looking ones. Left that old bag for me."
I completely forgot my mission then. My mind churned in torment at the thought of lovely Diana and Alison in the ghoulish hands of Hopkins & Co. I said goodnight to the guard and sped quickly away from the gaol. "Damnit," I muttered, "what should I do? Should I try to find them? Where would I look? At Dr. Calaman's? Judge Gardner's? Mayor Parker's?"
Suddenly I remembered I had failed to get the poison to Elizabeth. I heard again the remarks of the guard. Silently, I prayed to the Great Horned God for the deliverance of Elizabeth from the rapish cock of her jailor. Surely before the hanging he'd plow his prick up her virginal cunt. The thought terrified me. I could have saved her but I failed. Sick to my stomach, I hung my head in shame and slunk home through the dark streets to the tavern.
Inside, a boisterous crowd drank heavily, singing bawdy songs and cracking obscene jokes about tomorrow's hanging. I came in through the back door and, when they weren't looking, I slipped upstairs toward my room. I had almost reached the garret landing when the sound of voices filtered out of Hopkins' room. Slowly, my curiosity piqued, I tiptoed back down to the third floor and approached the witch hunters' door. I realized my danger but I was caught in the grip of a terrible vision that maybe they had Diana and Alison in there.
Sure enough, when I had cracked open the door an inch, my eyes beheld the naked bodies of my two witch companions standing before the mocking eyes of Matthew Hopkins. He and Stem walked about my friends, appraising them in nasty terms, while Goody Phillips sat on the chair, watching the scene with burning eyes.
"I like this one best," Stem said, rubbing his hand in Alison's profuse pubic hair. "Ever see such a fucking hairy cunt? It's going to be a pleasure fucking her."
Diana and Alison stood there, their faces crimson while the witch hunters pinched and felt them. They never moved as if they had already accepted their fate.
"You two cunts listen to me," Hopkins said. "We're giving you a chance for your lives. You either fuck us tonight or you swing from the gallows tomorrow."
"Me too," Goody rasped. "I get to suck them."
"You hear that," Hopkins said. "Goody wants to suck your cunts. You're going to let her or you'll swing."
"And you better be a good fucking lay," Stem chimed in. "You better fuck like your ass was on fire. Or else."
Hopkins thrust his hands under both their chins, holding their heads high. "You hear? What's it going to be? Fuck or die?"
I heard the sad sigh from both my friends. They exchanged glances and smiled ruefully.
"We have no choice," Alison said. "We're in your hands."
Diana nodded her head in agreement.
"Damn fine decision," Hopkins said mockingly. He and Stem stripped off their clothes and made the women climb on the bed. They both knelt on the mattress and pointed to their half erect pricks. "Suck us hard," Hopkins commanded.
"Suck our nuts too," Stern added.
Slowly, Diana and Alison bent over, grasped a cock in their hands and started sucking. Their hands fondled a pair of nuts with an expert touch that told the witch hunters they had plenty of experience with men. Hopkins played with Diana's tits as she ate him, and Stem ran his fingers down Alison's meaty back as she filled her mouth with his long meat.
"These cunts have sucked many a cock," Stem said.
"Damned if they ain't," Hopkins agreed. "Let's see if they suck our nuts good too."
At the suggestion, the women rolled on their backs, slipping under their captors' legs. Their mouths gulped at the generous balls hanging toward their lips. The witch hunters sighed in contentment as their nuts swished in warm saliva. I couldn't help but notice that both females gave a fine performance. While they sucked the heavy nuts they reached up and thrust their fingers in their seducers' pubic hair as if they were caught up in an intense erotic experience. I hoped this act would save them from the gallows tomorrow morning.
"That's enough," Hopkins said. "Now we're going to bend over. I want both of you to tongue our assholes."
He and Stem turned about with their buttocks facing the women. At first I thought they'd balk, but to my surprise they both darted their long pink tongues in the awful holes as if enjoying the act. I had to tell myself that they were both experienced women and no doubt had performed all kinds of lewd acts on the men in their lives. However, I wondered if they had to fondle the stiff pricks jutting out of the witch hunters' pubic hair with such fervor.
"Goddamn, that feels good," Hopkins yelled.
"Suck then fuck," Stern shouted back.
Grunting, Hopkins rolled away from Diana's tongue, flipping over on his back with his thick prick gleaming mean and red. Stem followed his example, lifting his hips off the mattress so his cock touched Alison's lips. I saw her close her eyes, dart out her tongue and lick his glowing head. From the expression, I feared she might be caught up in the sexual excitement even though Stem was her mortal enemy.
"Suck my meat a little more," Stem said. "Then we'll fuck."
Both Diana and Alison fell on the witch hunters' organs, sucking them into their mouths with hearty sounds. Hopkins and Stem rotated their hips vigorously, grunting and sweating as firm warm lips worked on their shafts.
"Sonofabitch, I can't wait to shoot a load down this cunt's throat."
Stem suddenly jerked out of Alison's mouth, leaped to his knees and pushed her roughly on her back. With a short harsh rasp he fell between her legs and buried his face into her hairy chestnut cunt hair.
"Hmmmmmm," Stem gurgled, thrusting his tongue in Alison's crevice.
Hopkins pulled out of Diana's mouth and rested on his knees, watching his partner gorge himself on the luscious feast. "See that," he said to Diana. "Stem goes crazy over a cunt like that. Christ, he'll eat her till she falls apart."
He lay flat on his back, grasped his stout cock in one hand and motioned to Diana. "Fuck me, lass. Suck out a load."
Diana straddled Hopkins' prick, slowly descending on the huge bulbous head until it vanished into her slit. Hopkins removed his hands from his shaft, thrust upward and grunted. "Damnit, you're a tight cunt. Move your ass. I want it all inside."
Diana squirmed and ground her pelvis until his entire prick buried deep in her vagina. She balanced her hands on her bent legs and started pumping fast and furious. Hopkins roared with pleasure as her red-haired snatch pounded away on his meat.
"That's a lass-fuck your ass off," he shouted."
I felt a touch of fever flare through my body at the maddening sight. I didn't know which scene proved the most erotic-Stem sucking Alison's hairy cunt or Diana fucking Hopkins' prick. But I knew my own tits and cunt flamed with desire. If only I had Roger Goodfellow to fuck whenever I wanted. I could almost feel his cock reaming into my womb with a lover's intensity.
However, my randy thoughts were soon focused back on the bed when Stem got up from his hairy feast, knelt between her legs and thrust his cock into Alison's cunt. His prick was leaner than Hopkins' and it slid smoothly into Alison without the least bit of friction. She cried softly as his organ drove against her walls. I swallowed hard, watching her magnificent chestnut-coated cunt lifting off the bed to meet his mighty thrusts. "Oooohh," she groaned long and loud.
I knew how she felt though I pitied her. She must have loved every stroke of his cock, but to enjoy a witch hunter was an abomination worse than death. When she reached up, grasping Stem's shoulders, I knew she had surrendered to his passion. She moaned, clutching his flesh until she abruptly jerked her hips, spending hard against his pounding prick.
"I'm going to fill your cunt," Stem cried, the sweat pouring off him. He fucked rapidly for many strokes, then shot his load into her snatch. He grunted and fell across her body. Alison's arms caressed his head as he lay breathing heavily on her breast.
"Goddamn! My cock's about to explode," Hopkins growled. "Get off and under me."
Diana obeyed with alacrity, spreading her legs wide so Hopkins could shove his stout cock up her tightish cunt. She groaned with pleasure when he began his driving strokes. Her whole body seemed convulsed with passion. Her hips thrust upward, her arms flailed the bed, her shoulders twisted violently.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck, oh, Christ, I'm cumming."
I've never witnessed a more forceful orgasm. Even Hopkins must have been surprised at the energy she threw into the last stages of her spending. Her body writhed with such force, I thought the bed would collapse. But Hopkins kept rocking his powerful body in a sweating effort to reach his own orgasm.
"Damnit," he screeched.
"Uhhhh," Diana cried.
Then they both spent copiously, flooding their pubic hairs with a thick whitish substance. Hopkins yanked out of her cunt, kneeling beside her, gazing down at her steaming body.
"You're a good fuck, lass," he said. "Goddamnit, you're the best ever."
Stem raised his head from Alison's breast. "The hell she is," he answered. "This cunt Alison's got a pussy you wouldn't believe."
Hopkins looked at his partner and then at the enticing body of Alison. He scratched his head and pursed his lips.
"Maybe we ought to switch," he said. "Maybe you're right."
Diana and Alison raised their heads as if to protest but before they could utter a word, Hopkins and Stem had switched, each leaping between their new partners' legs. Alison's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of Hopkins' enormous cock shoving into her cunt, while Diana smiled as the handsome figure of Stem slipped his long prick into her slit.
I didn't know how to feel toward my friends now. They both seemed to enjoy the switch, for they lay on their backs with their legs wide open, urging their seducers to plow harder into their fertile fields. Diana clutched Stern's hair as he tore into her cunt, and Alison rocked hard against Hopkins' thick stiff meat. They fucked heartily for the longest time, until all four excitedly shot off their orgasms in a fury of pounding motion. When they finally stopped, the witch hunters lifted themselves out of the cunts and knelt on the bed, breathing heavily.
"Good fucking," Stern said.
Hopkins nodded. "But we can't forget our partner," he said, pointing to Goody.
I had completely forgotten about her. She had taken off her clothes and squatted in a chair in the comer, frigging herself as herself as her companions sucked and fucked.
"Goody, what say you eat these bitches?" Hopkins said.
Goody leaped off her chair with one bound, pouncing on the edge of Hie bed like a ravenous animal. Hopkins dragged the women to a sitting position, pointing at Goody.
"See this woman," he said. "She likes to suck cunt. Now I want you to let her suck you. I want you to beg her to suck you off. Understand? If you don't, I'll kill you both."
Diana tried pleading with him but Hopkins smacked her across the mouth.
"Goddamnit, do as you're told. The gallows still waits for you if you give me any shit."
"We're not like that," Diana wailed.
"We like men," Alison chimed in.
"Shut the fuck up," Hopkins growled. "Sit on the edge of the bed with your legs open. And goddamnit, tell her you love it."
Slowly, reluctantly, both women squatted on the edge of the mattress, eyeing Goody fearfully as she got off the bed and knelt down before them. She kissed their hairy muffs one at a time; then selected Alison as her first victim. Greedily, she plunged her lips and tongue into Alison's mass of wet brown hair, sucking and slurping in a most obscene manner.
While Goody ate Alison with her ravenous tongue, Stem strummed Diana's clitoris with brisk finger strokes. Diana's red-haired cunt quivered under the manipulation, and poor Alison groaned, tossing her head as Goody buried into her pit. I hoped Alison would try to hold back the wet gushy favors Goody sough, but after a few minutes of sucking I noticed her hips undulating at her cunt-eater's face. When she reached down, grasping Goody by the hair, moaning, sobbing, I knew she had been snared into enjoying the perverse act.
"Suck-suck," Alison shouted sharply.
Goody ate like a maniac as Alison 's cunt banged and throbbed at her tongue. Suddenly Alison screamed, released Goody's hair and plunged her hands to her own cunt to pull apart the lips. Even from where I knelt I could see her stiff clit standing erect in the gaping pink cavern. Goody pounced on the fleshy piece, sucking hard as Alison 's thick mat of hair engulfed her face.
When Alison came, I could see Goody's mouth and throat gulping madly as if she had spent an orgasm like a man. After she finished eating and licking her cunt, Goody quickly left her love nest and switched over to Diana. Stem pulled his fingers out of her cunt to allow room for Goody's tongue. Then he came beside Alison and frolicked in her pubic hair with his long fingers.
It wasn't too long before Diana spent long and hard at Goody's sucking lips. She too grasped her by the head, forcing her to work deeper into her cunt. I feared they had both been compromised by their loving passionate natures which couldn't withstand the erotic finger, tongue, and prick play. But I had no notion of how far these evil witch hunters would go until Hopkins pulled his partners away from their throbbing cunts.
"Enough of this fucking about," Hopkins growled. "I want to see some lusty perversion."
He and Stem made my friends turn over on all fours on the bed with their asses sticking boldly in the air. Hopkins motioned for Goody to set on the bed with her legs spread before the women. Goody cried with glee at the erotic thought, and as she came within inches of Alison's face with her shaven cunt, I nearly had an orgasm myself. For some peculiar reason the sight of Goody's hairless cunt touching Alison's nose sent lascivious thoughts racing in my brain.
"Cunt," Hopkins addressed Alison, "I want you to eat Goody's snatch. Eat her till I tell you to stop." When Alison balked, he struck her a terrible blow on the ass, which made her cry out in pain. "Fucking bitch," he roared. "Suck her cunt or I'll rip off your tits and feed them to the dogs."
Crying softly, Alison lifted her head and licked the shaven cunt in front of her. Goody parted her lips, lay back on the mattress and thrust her cunt fully into Alison's face. My poor outraged friend sucked the cunt before her as if she had done so many times before, though I knew she wasn't a lesbian. I knew both women would do anything to save their lives, a feeling the witch hunters must have known also.
Hopkins and Stern watched the act with their faces contorted in expressions of lewd mirth. They added words of encouragement to Alison as Goody fucked her face for her orgasm.
"Eat that cunt," Hopkins shouted.
"Suck her dry," Stem cried.
Suddenly Hopkins leaped across the room, grasped a candle off the table and raced back to Alison's ass which contracted vigorously when he jammed the taper up her bumhole.
"Ha, ha, ha," Stern yelled. "That's funny! Fuck her in the ass with the candle."
He helped hold Alison still as the taper slid easily into poor Alison's asshole. Fiercely, Hopkins drove the wax piece into her anal canal as she ate Goody's cunt. When Goody finally spent, Hopkins reamed the candle deeper and harder until Alison screamed in pain. Goody then got to her knees beside Alison and frigged her off while Hopkins fucked her in the ass.
Much to my horror, Alison spent another orgasm under the obscene stimulation. When she came completely, she fell exhausted on the bed, with her arms outstretched and her soggy beaten cunt hanging in full view. This sight much affected my emotions and I felt my heart pound at the vision of the wet, tangled cunt mass.
The witch hunters then repeated the act on Diana, forcing her to suck Goody's cunt as they fucked her in the ass with the tapers. Like Alison, she spent another orgasm under the pressure of the candle and the strumming fingers of Goody who finger-fucked her after she had cum in her mouth.
I silently prayed this would end the terrible ordeal, but to my disgust, Hopkins grabbed Diana by the shoulders and threw her flat on the bed between Alison's legs. "Suck her off," Hopkins ordered.
I closed my eyes and rose to a standing position. For all the money in the world, I couldn't watch my friends being forced to suck each other. The sight of Diana burying into the juicy brown cunt was more than I could bear. I shut the door, gathered my waning strength, and fled toward the security of my garret room, with terrible visions of huge cunts and cocks battering my poor benumbed brain.
My pants dripped with moisture and my cunt burned with lust as I threw myself on my bed, submitting to the most shameful self-abuse. I couldn't stop until I had drawn out three orgasms, each accompanied by images of gouging pricks or hairy cunts. When I finally slipped into dreamland, I felt as if I had been to a legendary sabbat high in the Hartz Mountains frolicking with the horniest witches in the world.
CHAPTER FIVE
Whatever passion I may have felt last night quickly vanished the next day at the hanging of my three friends. I knew Elizabeth Mollard was doomed, but, to my utter shock, Alison and Diane also stood on the scaffold, heads drooping on their breasts, as if the weight of the universe crushed down on them.
I stood on the edge of the crowd gathered to watch the execution in the warm afternoon sunshine. From the distance where I waited, I could barely make out their expressions, yet I could tell they were in some kind of a trance. Both Alison and Diane hardly moved when the hangman put the ropes about their lovely necks. They gazed blindly out at the townsfolk, hardly aware of the awful tragedy happening to them.
Elizabeth Mollard, however, looked wild and strangely demented as two men forced her to stand under the noose. She appeared tom and disheveled, and I could well imagine the terrible physical pain she must have gone through with the guards. I noticed the jailer I had talked with last night pinch her in the ass after he slipped the rope over her head.
Before the hangman dropped the trapdoors, Dr. Calaman delivered a fire and brimstone speech, denouncing the devil and his henchmen-the witches. As he spoke, with a fervor glazing his eyes, I felt my stomach sicken. I knew there'd be many more under indictment before this hellish nightmare passed from our midst. I especially felt guilty about Elizabeth. I should have used every means at my disposal to get the poison to her. That way she would have missed being abused as well as hanged.
When Dr. Calaman finished his tirade, he nodded to the hangman, who stuffed gags in my friends' mouths and raised a brawny arm toward the lever. With a powerful pull, he yanked the wooden handle, dropping the doors beneath their feet. The bodies plunged downward-stopped abruptly-then jerked maddeningly on the ends of the ropes. For a few seconds they squirmed without a sound. Then all movement ceased and they were dead.
With tears filling my eyes, I swiftly left the crowd, making my way down a side street toward the tavern. Suddenly, a hand reached out of nowhere, pulling me into a dark doorway. I tried to scream but a hand muffled my sounds.
"Sssshhh, for Christsakes," Roger Goodfellow said.
"Roger!" I cried, after he released me. "Oh, Roger, it was awful. Did you see the hanging?"
He nodded, listening intently as I told him of my failure at the gaol and the sex scene between Hopkins & Co. and Alison and Diana. "I thought surely they'd let them go after," I said, pressing close to Roger when I felt a bulge in his pants.
"That's just like them dirty bastards. No honor at all."
"Roger, I feel so guilty about Elizabeth."
He kissed me tenderly on the lips, pressing his taut body tightly against my yielding flesh. "Love," he said. "Don't fret about it. It's over and done. What we have to do is keep an eye on Hopkins now. I got an idea he's going to use the tavern as a headquarters. I want you to stay there and report what you see and hear."
"I'd rather be with you," I whimpered. "I've missed you so."
He clutched my buttocks, grinding his hard cock into my cunt. I heard his gasp as I lovingly caressed his ass with my fingertips. "When can I see you?" I asked. "I'm so lonely."
"Well have to wait it out, Marion. We can't take any chances now. Maybe in a few days I can come to the tavern late at night."
"Tonight, please," I pleaded.
"Believe me, I would if I could. But I've got to go to Manningtree to find out what your aunt's up to."
For the next few minutes we kissed and petted until I nearly shot off in my panties. Finally, Roger pushed me at arms length, panting as he gazed in my eyes. "I love you, Marion," he said. "I'll be with you as soon as I can."
Before I could protest, he slipped away from me and vanished down the street. In a flutter of anguish and desire, I made my way back to the tavern, careful to keep away from the boisterous crowds still gathered in the town square. When I reached the tavern, I let myself in the back door and sneaked up the back stairs without any of the customers spotting me. However, on the third floor, I nearly got the shock of my life when Hopkins suddenly popped out of his room and strode down the corridor to the washroom. He came out so abruptly he didn't see me standing in the shadows along the wall. I remained there quietly listening to the coarse sounds coming from the room.
"That's a hell of a cunt," I heard Stern say.
Then I heard Goody's lewd laugh. "Heh, heh, heh. I'd bet a hundred pounds there ain't a cunt in the kingdom like that Alison woman."
"Damned if you ain't right," Stem said, "but-Gellie here's got a cunt any woman can be proud of."
At that moment Hopkins stomped down the hall, barged into the room, and slammed the door.
I knew they had Gellie in there again and I simply had to find out what they were doing to her. I slipped out of the shadows to the door, holding my breath as I softly pushed inward.
Stem, Goody, and Gellie were stark naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl sat between the witch hunters with her legs far apart, submitting to the probe of their fingers as they felt her lush blonde cunt. To one side of the room Hopkins stood, removing his clothes in great haste. When he finished he came and stood directly in front of Gellie. "Suck my prick, lass," he said.
Gellie leaned forward, bent her head, and swallowed the lusty organ into her mouth. As she slurped on his cock and played with his balls, Goody and Stem squeezed her tits and frolicked in her cunt hair.
"I tell you Gellie's got a luscious cunt," Stem said.
"Aye, that she does," Hopkins agreed.
"I like sucking her," Goody said. "I just wish to hell she had as much hair on her snatch as that Alison had."
Stem laughed. "If you like hairy cunts so much, Goody, what the fuck did you shave yours for?"
"That's different," she answered. "I like eating hairy cunts but for my own I want it smooth. I damn near cum when I see a cock ploughing through my fuzz."
"Damned if you ain't weird," Stem chuckled. Hopkins suddenly pulled out of Gellie's mouth and stood to one side, giving me a chance to see his cock from a side view. The thick sausage stood boldly out of his mass of black pubic hair like a stout battering ram.
"More-more," Gellie cried, slobbering spittle down her chin.
I could see from the expression in her eyes that die was half-drunk and half lust-crazed. Hopkins stepped back from her clutching hands.
"Hah! You bitch! You want more, do you?"
"Suck-fuck," Gellie said, giggling.
"You'll get a fucking," Hopkins said, "but damned if you ain't going to work for it."
He had his partners lift Gellie onto the middle of the bed, kneeling in a crouched position with her legs spread apart. Hopkins then got on all fours in front of Gellie with his ass a couple of inches from her nose. "All right, girlie, ream your juicy tongue in my asshole," he ordered.
"Oh, lordie, I never did such a thing," Gellie said.
"You want to get sucked and fucked?" Hopkins asked.
"Yes-yes-" she panted.
"Eat my ass and my partners will give you what you want."
Stem came and gripped Gellie's head, forcing her tongue out of her mouth and into Hopkins's hole. The girl slowly ran her tongue in and out of the dark canal while Stem held apart the fleshy cheeks.
"Damned if that ain't good," Hopkins cried. "Play with my prick while you're eating."
Gellie reached around his bent legs, groping for his organ.
"Jack me off," Hopkins ordered. "Stem, you and Goody give it to her now."
Stem released Hopkins' cheeks, stumbling in haste to get to Gellie's ass. With a hoarse shout he rubbed his prick in her ass cleavage until it sprang to life. Then he parted her cheeks, fingered her cunt and slipped his lean tool into her slit. As he lustily pumped her cunt, Goody squirmed under Gellie's stomach and plunged her mouth to her clitoris.
I couldn't see clearly because Gellie's legs were in the way, but I could visualize Goody's head banging against Stem's balls as both of them tried to ravage her cunt. Gellie, however, seemed to be enjoying every bit of it, for she cried aloud, groaning as she fiercely buried her tongue in Hopkins' asshole.
My few brief moments with Roger Goodfellow a short time ago had flamed my desires to a fever pitch. Now, with this erotic scene burning before me, I felt as if I'd explode any second. I wanted so badly to be fucked, my cunt actually pulsated in rhythm to Stem's prick as he pounded Gellie's snatch. I could feel every wrinkle in my own cunt squish against his lusty organ every time he drove his spear into her.
After what seemed like an eternity of fucking and sucking, Hopkins fell away from Gellie's passionate tongue. He rolled over on his ass, slid forward, and plunged his bloated cock in her mouth. "Suck me off," he cried. "Hurry. Christ, I'm cumming!"
Gellie dropped on his organ with a fierce snort of glee, sucking most of die immense meat into her strongly sucking mouth. But as she swooped forward Stern's cock suddenly popped out of her cunt. Cursing, he tried slipping it back but found Goody's head in the way. She had taken advantage of the situation to dive her head into Gellie's nest, leaving no room for her partner's prick.
"Sonofabitch," Stern growled.
Goody gurgled something inaudible as she gripped Gellie about the thighs, digging upwards with her hungry tongue. Stem watched them for a couple of seconds and then angrily rose to a half-squat position, poked his prick at her asshole and slowly inched inside. Gellie groaned, wiggled her ass and yanked away from Hopkins' cock. "Not my bloody arse," she cried.
"Shut the fuck up," Stem shouted back.
Hopkins grabbed Gellie's head again, forcing her back on his bulging prick. Stem tore apart her cheeks as his prick vanished into her asshole. Before Gellie could tear away, he had his thin prick all the way into her canal. Hopkins and Goody held onto her body so she couldn't wrench away, which left Stem complete freedom to ravage her asshole.
"Fucking bitch," Stem grunted. "Tell me I can't stick you in the ass, will you!" He beat his cock savagely into her hole as if he were fucking a lusty cunt.
Poor Gellie cried, moaning in pain as she slurped on Hopkins' cock. But as time wore on, I noticed her body movements simmered down, and, when Hopkins shot a heavy load in her mouth, she drank it down, oblivious to the prick skewering her from the rear.
When she had sucked and licked Hopkins clean, he got to his knees and came around back by Stem's side. "I want some of that," Hopkins said.
Stem pulled out and switched positions with his partner. Before Gellie knew what was happening, Stem's prick poked in her mouth and the head of Hopkins' cock burst past her sphincter muscles. "Oooohhhh, lordie, that hurts," she sobbed.
"It ain't going to hurt much," Hopkins said. "Stem's lean prick got you all loosened up for me. Now hold still, lass, and let me get my nuts off."
Gellie cried a long time after Hopkins got his huge organ into her hole. She sucked eagerly on Stem's lovely cock but I could see by the jerking movements of her body she was in pain from the monstrous prick jabbing her ass. But she kept sucking anyway, sobbing and moaning as her body was brutally abused. For the longest time Stem fucked her mouth while Hopkins ravaged her ass. I didn't know how the girl could take it, but I guessed her peasant strength and fortitude made her able to endure more than I could.
"Aaaaagggg-shit," Hopkins cried. "My nuts are bursting!"
Both men worked furiously until they spent amid outrageous howls of lust and ecstasy. When they finished draining their sacs, they left both orifices, lifted her off her knees, and set her on Goody's heaving chest. Goody encircled her arms about Gellie's waist, pulling her cunt against her eager mouth. Moaning, Goody thrust her lips to her clit and sucked noisily for her orgasm.
Hopkins and Stem lay on the bed, watching, as their partner gouged her ravenous mouth in Gellie's succulent blonde cunt. Both men seemed exhausted and I doubted if they would be able to continue their rapish orgy. But to my amazement, Hopkins' prick got hard again, rising between his hairy legs like a crimson pole. He snorted wickedly, crawled to his knees and thrust himself between Goody's parted legs. He spread her cuntlips with his fingers, inched his prick head to her lips, and laughed wildly. "Goody, you goddamned horny bitch, you want a good fucking from my big prick?"
Goody slobbered a shrill yes, twisting her ass to indicate her desire. Hopkins lifted her legs in his heavy hands, set his cock in the outermost part of her cunthole, and grunted savagely as he drove his massive organ all the way up her vagina. Goody's ass came off the bed to meet his every meaty thrust while her lips and tongue buried deeply into Gellie's vibrating muff.
This scene made me sweat terribly, but when Stem rose from the bed to a standing position with his soft prick a few inches from Gellie's lips, I nearly gasped aloud. Stem stroked his meat a few times until it stood erect. Then he slid his prick to her mouth, stroking her blonde hair as she let the long spear penetrate into her throat.
"Atta girl," Stern said. "Suck it good. I want to fill your belly with my spunk."
The sounds coming from the bed filled me with intense lust. The fucking-sucking scene seemed to suddenly overcome my maidenly modesty. Without waiting to think of the consequences if they heard me, I spread my legs and thrust my right hand under my skirt to my wet panties. Breathing heavily, I slid past the cloth, immersing my fingers in my burning cunt juices. My hole ached for a massage and my clit felt white hot.
I knew I shouldn't submit to these base desires, especially when prompted by the wicked orgy of my hated enemies. But I couldn't help myself. My cunt burned furiously and I had to extinguish the flames or suffer the most terrible anguish. To help me in my moment of need, I allowed my left hand to masturbate my clit while the fingers of my right hand dipped into my cunthole like a small thin prick. Gasping as quietly as I could, I frigged myself at the same time keeping my eyes glued to the unholy trio sucking and fucking on the bed.
I felt my loins screaming for release, and, much to my lustful gratification, I heard Hopkins and Stem grunting as if their orgasms sizzled in their nuts. I knew the way I felt was awful, but I wanted to cum at the same time the witch hunters did. To achieve this I beat my clit in rhythm to Hopkins' driving prick movements. My passion glowed scarlet red, my clit trembled in ecstasy, my vagina pulsated in near explosion.
Then Hopkins and Stem cried aloud, spewing forth their orgasms, while Goody sucked like a possessed demon until Gellie yanked away from Stem's cock, screeching wildly. "Mother of God-suck. Goddamn it, suck!" She shoved her cunt hard against Goody's mouth, moaning as she spent.
At the same time I came, shooting heavily into my panties. While Goody drained Gellie dry, I squeezed my clit until every last sensation flowed out of me. The bedroom orgy ceased abruptly then, and I let myself tumble to the floor, exhausted but free of lustful urges. After resting a few minutes, I picked myself up and started to leave for my room. But Hopkins' raspy voice made me stop and hurry back to the door opening.
"You did all right, Gellie, my lass," he said. "But before we finish I want you to get down and suck Goody's cunt."
Though I was tired and drained, his words filled me with excitement. I wondered if Gellie would do such a horrible thing. Since I knew she liked to suck and fuck pricks, I couldn't imagine her eating a cunt.
"No," Gellie said as Hopkins and Stem gripped her by the arms and forced her on the floor to her knees.
"Eat her cunt," Stem ordered.
"Be a nice girl, Gellie," Goody said, squatting on the edge of the bed with her legs drawn up and her shaven cunt dangling sensuously before Gellie's face.
"No-I never," Gellie said, struggling. "I never ate a cunt. I don't want to. I like cocks."
"Goddamn it," Hopkins said angrily, "you eat Goody or well denounce you as a witch and get you hanged."
"Damned if we won't," Stem said. "Those cunts Alison and Diana found out we mean business." Hopkins grunted. "We had those two bitches up here last night," he said to Gellie. "They thought they fucked good, but we showed them they weren't worth a shit. They swung today."
Gellie whimpered, pleaded for a few more seconds, and then pressed her lips to Goody's waiting cuntlips. The witch huntress grasped her head, as she thrust her cunt boldly in Gellie's face. "Eat inside, then suck my clit," Goody ordered. I watched in fascination as poor Gellie buried her tongue inside the shaven cunt. Hopkins and Stem stood nearby, laughing and poking fun at the erotic scene. I felt my own clit stiffen again when Gellie left the inside of Goody's cunt and concentrated on her clit. I felt my own cunt juices start to flow. I felt....
Then I heard a noise in the distance that made me start with fear. Coming up the stairs I heard the sounds of footsteps. Closer they came until I knew they were approaching the third floor. In panic I leaped away from the door, hiding in the shadows under the stairs leading to the garret. I just made it in time, for, as I vanished in the darkness, William Osborn's stout body emerged on the third floor landing.
I watched as he approached Hopkins' door, knocked lightly, and then walked in. For a few seconds the air was filled with a deadly silence. Then all hell broke loose.
"What the goddamned hell," Osborn's voice rang out. "I been wondering where Gellie was! What the hell's going on here? Prancing in the nude in my tavern! Holy Jesus Christ!"
"Now, Osborn, don't get upset," Stem said smoothly. "We're just having a little fun with your servant. Don't worry about it. Well pay for her services."
"You goddamned sonofabitch," Osborn roared. "She's like a daughter to me."
"Calm yourself, my good man," Hopkins said. "Out!" Osborn shouted. "Get your goddamned rotten carcasses out of my tavern for I have the constable on you."
"Careful what you say," Hopkins growled. "We're important in this town now."
William Osborn started cursing and calling them every filthy name he could think of. I was truly alarmed at this turn of events since I knew how nasty the witch hunters could be if they wanted to. I waited a few more seconds; then I sneaked out of the shadows and up the stairs to my room.
Even from up here I could hear the voices rising higher and angrier. To shut out the horror, I slapped the pillows over my head and tried to force myself to sleep. But it was nearly an hour before the noises ceased and the downstairs room turned quiet. I wanted to find out what had happened, but I knew I had to remain hidden.
Mercifully, sleep finally dropped on my eyelids, making me forget the terrible things I had witnessed. I doubt if I had any bad dreams, though just before I fell asleep I did envision a giant cock reaming a virginal asshole.
CHAPTER SIX
The next couple of days proved to be a time of rising tension for Chelmsford. The witch hunt mania grew rapidly until now the townsfolk were engulfed in mad hysteria. Friends accused friends, families indicted families, ministers railed against the powers of darkness invading our souls. What had once been a sleepy, peaceful town now turned out to be a monster bent on self-destruction. Already five persons were discovered to be witches by Hopkins & Co. and were to be tried on the charge of consorting with the devil.
I tried leaving the tavern but the only other place I could go to was Roger Goodfellow's. However, he had closed his crafts shop, leaving a note on the door that he had business in London and wouldn't be back for several days. I knew he had gone to Manningtree to find my Aunt Agnes but I wished he were here now to quiet my rising fears and loneliness. I was afraid of the ugly mood in the town, and I needed someone to make love to me the way Roger had done before. I guessed I was getting more mature, 'cause I found myself craving a naked male body to sleep with me at nights.
Between my growing lustful urges and the frenzied hysteria in town I felt as if I might split apart at any moment. I felt myself getting confused, not knowing which way to turn or whom to turn to. With my Aunt Agnes gone, I felt friendless and it was now difficult to meet old companions in town since the hysteria made everyone jealous and suspicious of everyone else.
One late afternoon, after leaving a disgusting witch-pricking incident in the square, I ventured home to the tavern, hoping I could get a good night's sleep to wash away my fears and distress. However, when I reached the tavern, I found the door locked and a note nailed to the wooden planks. After reading the message, I nearly fainted. I felt my world fall apart; for it was plainly stated that the Osborns had been arrested and were now under suspicion of being in league with the devil.
Terrified, I let myself in the back door with my key, shouting for the Osborns. I knew the witch hunters were still at the square, denouncing a poor unfortunate soul, so I wasn't afraid of meeting them. But to my horror, the tavern lay shrouded in a dark silence. The only sounds I heard was the meowing of old Tiger, the Osborn's Manx cat.
I searched most of the rooms and was about to leave when I heard a noise which seemed to come from a closet under the stairs. Trembling, I opened the door and found a frightened Gellie hiding behind several brooms. When she saw me, she burst into tears, flinging herself onto me, clutching my body as if the ghoulies were after her.
"Lordie, Miss, I didn't know who it might be," she sobbed.
I calmed her down, got her a drink of brandy wine from the bar and bade her tell me the awful tale of how the witch hunters had brought charges against the Osborns and were using Gellie to testify against them.
"They made me sign a paper," she wailed. "They're going to use it to hang them."
"What did it say?"
"That they were witches. That I had seen them doing devilish things. That I knew they went to the forest and met the devil." She broke into heartrending sobs.
"Gellie, why did you sign it?"
"Oh, Miss, that Hopkins said he'd have me burned as a witch. I was sore affrighted. If I didn't sign it, he'd kill me."
After getting her back to a normal state, I gathered our few meager belongings and told her we'd go to Roger Goodfellow's house and wait until he returned from his journey. Even if we had to hide in his back yard in the wood pile, I knew we'd be safer than staying here.
We waited until dusk descended and then we sneaked out the back door, making our way down the back streets until we came to Roger's shop. However, much to my delight, a light burned in a window, which meant he had returned from Manningtree. We knocked at the back door and after several minutes a panel opened and Roger's face peered down at us.
"Great Scott! What have we here?" he said.
Once inside the safety of his house we told him the whole story. He agreed we had better remain at his place rather than chance the tavern. He also told me he had met my aunt and that she was trying to locate the grand master so we witches could band together and drive Hopkins & Co. out of town.
"Don't say too much," I said to Roger. "After all, Gellie's not one of us."
Roger smiled, gazing at her from head to foot. "I'd say she'd make a worthy convert," he said.
Feeling a stab of jealousy, I changed the train of thought back to my aunt. "Do you think Aunt Agnes will find the grand master?"
"Hard to say, since none of us really know who he is. For all we know, he may be someone in this town. But your aunt's got a keen nose for ferreting things out. I'm sure she'll find him."
We chatted for another hour, then supped on cold beef, biscuits, and tea. After supper Roger said he was sorely tired after his journey and badly needed sleep. He showed us our room on the second floor and then retired to his own room downstairs. Gellie and I babbled for some time before we finally fell asleep, though for myself my rest was a fitful one. I seemed plagued with all kinds of nightmares and sometime late at night the barking of a dog woke me up.
I turned to see if Gellie were awake too, but to my surprise her bed was empty. Immediately, my suspicions soared. I felt my jealous streak bum with envy. I knew how Roger and Gellie had looked at each other when they thought I wasn't looking. Now her bed was empty and I felt I knew where she had to be. Angrily, I slipped out of the room and made my way downstairs, where my suspicions were confirmed by the dim candle light filtering from beneath the door to Roger's room.
Hardly caring whether they discovered my presence or not, I cracked open the door and peeked inside. There, to my mortification, stood Gellie, stark naked in front of Roger, who knelt before her as if she was the Goddess Diana. He too was naked and I flushed hotly as I noticed his erect prick standing stiffly out of his hairy crotch.
"You're beautiful, Gellie," he said, purring. "You'll have to become one of us."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "You're nicer than that Hopkins and Stem. You're so gentle."
He kissed her soft belly with his tender puckered lips. "Hopkins and all witch hunters are evil," he said. "A girl like you belongs with the witches. I don't ever want you to be with them again."
He cupped his hands on her buttocks, squeezing them as his lips traveled downward to her nest of dark blonde cunt-hair. He ran his tongue through her forest, murmuring words of love and endearment.
"I've always wanted you, Gellie," he said. "Even from the first time I saw you at the tavern last year. You're lovely. Your cunt is so soft and sensuous."
Gellie bent her legs so he could lick her slit. As he did so, she groaned and pulled on his ears. I found my entire body trembling at the sight and the words he spoke to her. He had told me practically the same thing when he seduced me in my room. Yet, strangely, it didn't matter as much as I thought it would. Surely, I felt pain and anger at his deceiving me, but the erotic entanglement before me sent shivers of sensuous delight quivering over my body.
In the dim candlelight their naked bodies glowed with dusky passion. Gellie's smooth succulent skin looked truly divine and Roger's lean masculinity vibrated intensely. His muscles seemed to be sharper and his cock and nuts appeared bigger than I had remembered.
"Love," Roger said softly. "Sit on the bed and let me eat of your precious cunt."
Giggling, Gellie squatted on the edge of the bed, drew her legs up, and propped herself on her elbows so she could watch. He spent many minutes kissing her entire body before he dropped to his knees and bent his face to her luscious slit. When his tongue speared inside her crevice, she cried out, clutched his head with one hand and wrapped her legs about his neck.
"Suck harder," she moaned. "I'm cumming already."
Roger buried his head into her cunt with rapid bobbing movements as Gellie thrust her hips toward his mouth. She came so suddenly that it must have surprised both Roger and her, for she pulled backward away from his head and reached down to kiss him on the lips.
"No one's ever made me cum so fast," she cried. "When you touch me I feel all goose bumpy."
"Do you like it, love?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. God, I ain't never had such a thrill." I didn't know whether she was a little bold-faced liar or if she was genuinely falling in love with Roger Goodfellow. I knew such things happened. That one day you're touched by the right one and everyone else you've ever had means little or nothing to you ever after.
"My dear," Roger said, "I want to make you happy. What can I do to make you feel good before I fuck you?"
Gellie's eyes seemed to light up in the shadows. "Oh, Roger," she cried, "tongue my ass."
She quickly turned about so her white buttocks faced his head. Eagerly, Roger gripped her cheeks, plied them apart and darted his tongue into her asshole with long even strokes. Gellie moaned deeply, then she thrust her hands to her clit and frigged herself. I was amazed she would want him to do such a thing to her dark hole, for she had rebelled at anal intercourse with Hopkins.
"Goddamn it, Roger!" she shouted harshly. "Shove your prick up my ass."
"I want your cunt," he pleaded.
"After you've fucked my bumhole. Quick, lovie. I'm all on fire."
I guessed Hopkins and Stem had broken her into the habit when they seduced her asshole, for she almost screamed with pleasure when Roger speared his long shaft into her dark cavity.
"Faster-harder!" she wailed, frigging herself as he fucked heartily.
"Feels fucking good," Roger cried, bending his knees to get a better aim. "First time I ever fucked an ass."
"I love it," she sobbed.
"Damned if I don't too."
He thrust his prick into her wiggling hole with gusto, moaning for her to cum the same time he did.
They moved in unison with such perfect grace that I felt all twinges of jealousy leave me. They were perfect for each other. It's hard to explain, but they seemed made for each other's sex organs. With Hopkins & Co. it had been lust and violence, but with Gellie and Roger it seemed to be the purest kind of relationship.
Roger stomped his foot, shouting he was spending the same time Gellie lifted one leg and beat her clit furiously. They both shot their loads at the same time, and then fell into each other's arms in a passionate embrace.
"Darling, that was wonderful," Roger said.
"I loved it," Gellie answered softly, with an emotion I had never heard in her before.
She made him lie flat on the bed with his head under a pillow. Then she knelt beside him, kissing every particle of his flesh until I thought my own cunt would explode in lust. Roger lay there groaning as Gellie settled on his organs, licking his stiff shaft with her long, pointed tongue. She licked his stem, his fleshy head, then ran down to his balls, which she sucked into her mouth with loving care. As she sucked his nuts, she fingered his prick with a smooth stroking motion.
"Fuck me now, Gellie," Roger said.
She left his nuts, giggled, and bade him turn over in a crouched position. When he had done so, she knelt behind his ass and tongued his hole with rapid strokes. As she worked in his orifice she fondled his nuts with her hands. The sensation must have been too much for Roger. He suddenly spun about, grabbed her in his arms, and flung her to the bed.
"Fuck, I got to fuck! " he gasped.
He leaped between her open legs like a madman, driving his bloated organ into her cunt with a monstrous shove. Gellie groaned, rearing her hips upward to meet his violent thrusts. They fucked like demons until Roger quivered in mid-air, spent long and hard and fell across her body.
"By the Great Horned God," Roger said, "that was the best fuck I ever had."
Gellie rolled him beside her, rose and knelt beside his slowly sagging prick. Gently she picked his meat in her hands, licking and sucking until he stood hard again. She pushed him flat on the mattress when he tried to rise. Grinning, she squatted over his organ, dropping her cunt down on his shaft until her lips touched his flesh.
"Stick it in," she whispered.
Roger parted her lips with his fingers, groaning as her cunt slid down his pole. He arched his hips upward, flailing his hands on the bed as she bounced up and down. His prick must have grown larger and longer, for as her cunt came up to the head with each stroke it seemed to me she had farther to go each time.
"Roger," she cried, "he's getting bigger."
"Aye," he mumbled. "Feels like a bloated sausage. Keep fucking, lass. This position makes me horny as hell."
Gellie rocked up and down on his shaft, pumping her sturdy peasant legs with a graceful rhythm I wouldn't have thought she'd have in her. Roger thrust his ass upward in great lunges to get every inch of his cock into her. However, I knew he didn't have to worry on that score, since Gellie had been fucked by the biggest prick of them all-Matthew Hopkins.
Gellie finally sucked another orgasm out of Roger's balls with her hot cunt, which sent him into spasms of rapture. He pulled her down on his chest, smothering her with passionate kisses. Gellie lay in his arms kissing him back, while she fondled his nuts. After a while I noticed Roger's prick grow hard again, which sent Gellie into quivers of joy. She leaped to her knees, sucking and kissing his prick until it stood firmly erect.
"Roger," she cried, turning about in a crouched position. "Fuck me in the ass again."
Groaning, Roger lifted himself off the mattress and stood behind Gellie with his prick aimed at her ass. He deftly parted her cheeks and inserted his tool into her anal canal. She giggled, lifting one leg and frigging herself as he pounded lustily away.
I felt myself grow faint with fatigue as I watched his cock skewer into her hole and her fingers beat on her clit. I had had enough watching for one night. My own cunt glowed and my panties were damp with a thick moisture. Slowly, I shut the door and stumbled back upstairs to my room, where I flopped on the bed with my nightshirt pulled to my waist so the night air could cool my cunt.
"Damn it," I said aloud. "Gellie has all the luck. First the witch hunters ravage her and now my Roger pleasures her. I didn't know whether to cry or curse the heavens for my misfortune. I wasn't jealous of Gellie and Roger any longer but I still felt that he had deceived me when he whispered sweet words into my ear. After all, if he hadn't genuinely liked me he shouldn't have seduced me. I was only seventeen and still inexperienced.
I lay on the bed for the longest time, fretting and fuming and wondering which fucking position they were using in the room below. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I felt my hands creep to my cunt, part the slit and ream inside. Sighing, I let my hand finger-fuck my canal until in boredom I stopped. I then frigged my clit, strumming the piece of meat as if it were a lute string. But somehow neither the fucking nor the frigging satisfied me. I needed something more-something that could bury deeply inside.
Suddenly, the image of Hopkins and Stern jabbing candles up Gellie's ass flew before my vision. Without stopping to think about it, I leaped off the bed, ran to the dresser and tore the stout white taper from its holder. Back on the bed, I threw my legs wide apart as I lay on my back and inserted the candle in my cunt. The piece of wax inched into my vagina painfully, roughly sliding against my virginal ridges.
In anguish, I leaped off the bed, tore off my nightgown and rummaged in the dresser until I found a jar of grease used to soften chapped lips and hands in the winter time. I smeared the taper and my inside cunt with the grease and stood by the bed with one leg raised and pushed the candle back into my hole. Now it slid easily inside, which to my delight felt delicious. My cunt seemed to respond to the taper as if it were a cock, for my cunt juices flowed and I felt my walls loosening.
"Fuck me, you goddamned taper," I cried softly, pretending it was a magnificent cock belonging to my lover.
I plunged the candle in and out until I felt my orgasm burning within me. In ecstasy I fucked my cunt vigorously, playing with my clit at the same time. The double sensation nearly drove me wild. I groaned, then spent heavily over my hands. But still I wasn't satisfied. I yanked out the taper and bent over the bed, reaming it again into my cunt from the rear. As I fucked myself again, I also frigged my clit. Soon, another orgasm welled up inside of me. I moaned in delight as a thick discharge shot out of my cunt in a hot stream.
"That was good," I said, breathing heavily.
I sat on a chair and drew my feet on the edge as I rammed the candle into my soggy pussy. In this position I kept up the movement until I felt sore and tender. Since my cunt felt cramped this way, I flew to the bed and fucked myself in the conventional way, flat on my back with my legs spread wide apart. This seemed to satisfy me, for I quickly spent another orgasm, just as juicy as the last two.
"Damn," I said, "I cum as much as a man."
But it delighted me to think I could shoot a heavy discharge, though I knew it was only vaginal juices. I doubted if Gellie could do as much and I prided myself on my cunt ability.
I was about to fuck myself a fourth time when I heard the steps squeak. I knew Gellie was sneaking back upstairs and I didn't want her to catch me fornicating with a candle. I hadn't time to get it back in the holder, so I jammed it up my cunt, slumped under the covers and pretended I was fast asleep when she came in.
She glanced at me to see if I was asleep and then stumbled into the other bed with a groan. From the sounds I guess she had had enough fucking. For myself, I could have gone on all night, but the thought of waking Gellie made me keep still. However, the taper in my cunt felt so good that I had another orgasm just before drifting off to sleep. I knew Gellie had fucked a real prick that night but she didn't have the pleasure of a candle jammed up her slit all night long.
Though I fell into a deep slumber, I knew I had wild, erotic dreams. Every now and then, I felt the pressure of the taper in my cunt and quivering sensations as the walls of my vagina gripped the wax. My entire psyche was caught up in a sexual maelstrom, which in my deeper mind I knew could only be quieted by a steady diet of pricks and tongues.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I attended the witch-pricking of the Osborns on the morrow, leaving Gellie home to amuse herself with Roger Goodfellow. I must say the terrible ceremony grew worse with each new batch of witches. William and Margaret were shamefully abused by Hopkins & Co. along with other unfortunate souls. Breasts were bruised, cunts and male organs punched and shaven until the screams of the victims deafened my ears. Of the seven on the scaffold, only two were genuine witches, which didn't seem to bother Dr. Calaman or Mayor Parker. They both railed against the evils invading our town, claiming it better to send an innocent person to death than allow one witch to escape.
The trial, which was held an hour after Hopkins discovered devil's marks on his victims, was no better than the pricking farce. Old Judge Gardner refused to listen to the evidence for the defendants, and let Dr. Calaman and Hopkins have their way in court. Gellie's document denouncing the Osborns was introduced as evidence and apparently condemned William and Margaret instantly to the gallows.
I waited until Judge Gardner sentenced them all to hang tomorrow at noon and then raced out of the court for Roger's shop. I wanted to get there as swiftly as I could and tell him the news so he could devise a way to rescue them or slip them poison before the execution. Though all aflutter with excitement, I cautioned myself to enter the house quietly in case Roger and Gellie were fucking. I didn't want any embarrassing situations, for neither of them were aware I had seen them the night before.
However, they were both waiting for me, fully clothed and sipping tea. Gellie looked flushed and happy and Roger's countenance spoke of the many hours of lovemaking they had done while I was away.
"Ah, Marion," Roger said, pouring me a cup of strong black tea. "How went the trial?"
"Condemned," I said. "They're to be hanged tomorrow."
"Don't give up hope," he said. "I'm expecting word from Agnes. I'm hoping we can get some kind of help soon."
"Soon!" I cried. "Time is short, Roger. We have to do something now."
"I know," he said less forcefully. "Perhaps we better not take any chances. We could get poison to them tonight and instruct them not to take it until just before they're hanged."
"How can we do that, love?" Gellie asked. "They say the gaol's full of jailors."
"Aye, that it is," he replied. "But there's two of our people there and we ought to devise a way." Gellie shivered. "Ugh! Poison! What a way to die."
"It's better than hanging," I snapped. "Besides, if we can't help them escape, they'd be better off taking it at once. That way they wouldn't have to submit to abuse from the guards."
A fleet exchange of looks between Gellie and Roger told me they had sex uppermost on their minds.
"Yes, poor devils," Roger murmured. "I'm afraid the guards will rape the women and torment the men in other ways."
"Let me help," Gellie said abruptly. "I know Will Somers, one of the guards. Maybe he'd let me inside."
Roger held up his hand. "Now, Marion, the girl wants to become a witch. I know your aunt's against taking in new members, but in her case I'm willing to relax the rules. I think she'd make an admirable member of our clan.
I knew he had hours of good fucking in mind and I didn't protest. I couldn't really blame him. I had seen Gellie's body and I had to admit she was a lusty wench any man would like to plow into. I agreed to let her assist with the plans, and for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, we prepared the poison and our plans to enter the gaol.
By-nightfall we were ready and with a quick good-bye to Roger we made our way down the back streets to the gaol door. Outside, we paused screwing up our nerve. Gellie glanced at me sort of fearful a couple of times and then she spoke in hushed tones.
"Honey," she said, "I got a better idea than the one we thought up. Will Somers is sort of sweet on me. I'll keep him busy while you go see the witches. Well tell him you're a distant cousin of the Osborns come from Manningtree."
I agreed, wondering how she'd keep the guard busy while I was in the back. But, as soon as we entered, I knew one of us would have to use her sexual charms to occupy the three lusty-looking lads lounging in the gaol. Will Somers wasted no time when Gellie explained why we were there. He nodded for me to go back inside and then grasped Gellie by the neck, thrusting his tongue deeply down her throat.
I hurried into the dark corridor leading to the cells just as the other two guards came and started feeling Gellie's tits. I was glad it wasn't me, for I didn't think I could take on three men at once. Gellie, however, had much more experience and would no doubt survive.
When I got to the cages holding my friends and the other innocents, I felt myself growing faint.
The terrible stench in the cells and the dreary atmosphere brought tears to my eyes. I could barely look Will and Margaret Osborn in the face, but I smiled as best I could and handed Will the packet of poison.
"Roger says to make use of this before morning," I said.
He blinked at me with tired eyes and smiled feebly. "God bless you, girl."
I chatted as merrily as I could for a few minutes with Will and Margaret and my two witch friends. Then, when I felt I'd break down and bawl, I bid them all good-bye, suggesting that they take their lives if dawn had arrived and they hadn't been rescued.
One of the poor souls looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "Dearie, no one ever escaped here. I'll take mine now before the guards come and rape us."
The rest muttered similar sentiments. I brushed away my falling tears, wished them "Blessed Be" and retreated back to the door leading to the main room in the building. I didn't want to barge in before Gellie had finished with the guards and so I pushed open the door a crack to see how she progressed.
Much to my relief, she had all three men standing against the wall with their pants down about their knees. Each man had a stiff erection, awaiting her sucking mouth. She expertly sucked one man, while she fondled the nuts of another. When one prick exploded in her mouth, she moved to the next man, sucking him while she played with the third man's balls. In this manner she spent the next half hour on her knees, provoking two and three orgasms out of the guards.
I couldn't help but marvel at how fast she made them cum. They seemed to shoot after only a few slurps of her sucking tongue. I had seen her with Roger and Hopkins & Co. take what seemed all night to draw out a load. But then I guessed the guards were horny being cooped up in the gaol house with only bedraggled female prisoners to copulate with. The sight of pretty Gellie's oval mouth about to pounce on their pricks must have conjured up their orgasms before they knew what had hit them.
I waited quietly until one by one the men slid to the floor, begging her to stop. Gellie rose, laughed loudly, and blew them a kiss.
"I'll be back, lads, one night to give you a real treat," she said, lifting her skirts to reveal her blonde hairy cunt.
Before the guards could rise to the action, we had sped out of the building and into the back streets, racing quickly through the night so we wouldn't be caught by the night watch. When we reached Roger's shop, I stopped and gasped for breath.
"Gellie," I said, when my breathing returned to normal, "I want you to tell me something. I promise not to tell anyone else."
"Yes, dearie, what is it?"
"I saw you with the guards. I mean-how can you suck three men in a row? I mean-they came so fast. How did you do it?"
She gazed into my lust-brimmed eyes. "So, you're not a virgin, eh? I'll be damned. I thought you was Miss Goody-Goody herself."
"No," I said, flushing. "I've had a boy or two." I prudently forgot to mention my affair with Roger Goodfellow.
"Well, lass, when you're as experienced as me, sucking cocks is nothing. As for getting their nuts off fast, all you gotta do is make sure you suck the head and the loose piece of skin under the head. That's the sensitive part. They cum quick as anything when you suck on that. Most women think you got to take the whole prick down your throat. But that ain't so."
"You did it so expertly," I said with obvious envy.
Gellie blushed with pride. "Ahh, it ain't nothing really. I been fucking and sucking since I was twelve years old."
"Golly, you're lucky. I haven't had any cock for ever so long."
"That so?" She eyed me more closely. "You're a pretty good sort for an educated girl. How'd you like to get fucked tonight?"
My eyes must have bounced out of my head. "Really? Fucked? By whom?"
She giggled and poked me in the side. "Why, Roger, naturally."
"Roger! Oh, no, I couldn't. He likes you, Gellie."
"I know he does, but he also has an eye for you, my pretty. Never fear, Roger will hump you if I ask him."
"No, Gellie, don't. What will he think of me-or you?"
For a moment she became serious. "I like Roger more than I care to say. But that don't mean I can't have a bit of fun now and then." She brightened. "Why, there's no end of pleasure when three people climb into bed."
I knew then poor Gellie had been thoroughly seduced body and soul by Hopkins & Co. They had fucked and sucked her in so many perverse ways she had gotten used to it. Now she wanted more-and with me! I swallowed my womanly modesty, sensing the lust welling up in my cunt.
"Yes, all right, Gellie," I said. "Let's do it."
She squeezed my hand and told me to let her do the talking as we entered the back door of Roger's shop. Roger had waited up for us and came quickly to our side when he heard the door close.
"What happened?" he asked. "Everything go all right? How'd you manage it?"
Gellie spun him a short tale of lies about our having success without having to give the guards anything but a handful of coins. Roger seemed relieved and to celebrate the occasion he poured three glasses of brandy wine, handing one to Gellie and one to me. I consumed the drink and asked for more, feeling that I needed something to calm my nerves.
"Not too much of this stuff," Roger warned. "It might make your head swim "
Gellie poured herself another glass and sat down on an upholstered chair, her legs crossed and her skirt hoisted half-way up her thighs. I noticed Roger kept glancing at her legs while he talked to us about the menace of the witchcraft mania spreading all over England. Though it sounded like he knew what he was talking about, his words sounded hollow, as if his mind were somewhere else. And I knew where-between the legs of Gellie Clark.
"Have a drop more, Roger," Gellie said, smiling seductively.
Roger drained his glass, poured another and licked his lips.
"Now, where was I?" he said. "Oh, yes-"
He droned onward for another ten minutes, now and then sipping his drink, which seemed to affect his speech and appearance. He slurred over a couple of words and his face gleamed bright and crimson. Gellie winked at me a couple of times, hiking her skirt higher on her leg until Roger grew visibly nervous.
When he paused for a moment to catch his breath, Gellie shot in a couple of words. "Roger, love, I'm getting tired. Can't we go to bed?"
"Bed? Alone? I mean-"
She laughed at his confusion. "No, love, not alone. Marion and me are sleeping together tonight."
His face seemed to fall apart. "Marion and you?" he said feebly.
"Sure, love," Gellie said, rising and stretching like a sensuous pussycat. "I thought we'd sleep in here." She pointed her hand toward the downstairs bedroom.
Roger gulped, glancing from Gellie to me. "What are you girls up to?" he asked at last.
Laughing, Gellie grabbed my hand, pulling me off the chair where I had slowly dropped after we came home. Hand in hand we hurried into Roger's bedroom, gently shutting the door behind us. "Undress," Gellie said. "Let's see what he does."
"Oh, Gellie, maybe we ought not to play games with Roger. He might not like it."
"Oh, he'll like it. Don't fret."
In a trice she had her garments off and stood by the bed stark naked. I slid my clothes off slower, glancing a couple of times at her dusky blonde beauty. I couldn't match her lusty, peasant body, with its solid hips and flesh, and when I finally got everything off, she smiled at me.
"You've got a nice body, love," she said. "Bit on the thin side but nice all the same."
I felt myself blush to the roots of my hair. I had never shown my body to a woman before and I found the situation embarrassing, yet strangely alluring. I gazed on her body parts with obvious envy, for she quickly came to my side and patted me on the shoulder.
"You're not quite a woman yet," she said. "But don't you worry none. Soon as you start fucking proper you round out in no time. You got a nice set of tits now and your cunt looks like it might please any man."
She leaned so close I thought she was going to kiss me. I felt my blood race troubled through my veins when the door suddenly opened and Roger Goodfellow entered.
"Well!!" he exclaimed. "My God, a pair of beauties from Olympus if ever I set my eyes on one."
Gellie cupped her tits with her hands and smiled at him. "Marion and me is going to bed now. Would you like to join us?"
"Would I now!" He gazed briefly in my eyes for an answer. When he saw me smile and wink, he laughed and started tearing out of his clothes.
In a moment he stood by our side completely in the nude. Gellie laughed, leaped on the bed and held out her hand to me. I climbed up with her and fell flat on the mattress by her side. Roger jumped on the edge of the bed, running his eyes hungrily over our two bodies. His hands twitched and his tongue licked his lips as if the sight were more than he could bear.
"What beauty!" he gasped. "A blonde Diana and a black-haired Aphrodite."
He crawled toward the space between us, his hands reaching out to touch our flesh. Gellie waited until he reached her cunt; then she sat upright, grasped him and pulled him down on the mattress.
"Marion," she said huskily, "help me make love to this beautiful man."
I obeyed her commands, feeling every particle of my flesh about to bum in anguish. I felt on fire all over and when I fell on his chest, grasping his nipples with my lips, I thought I'd spend an instant orgasm. Roger grasped my hair, entwining his fingers in my long black silky stuff as I sucked his nipples. While I frolicked on his chest, Gellie fell on his cock and balls with a hungry cry.
"You've got a lovely prick, lover," she cried as his stiff cock vanished into the recesses of her mouth.
Roger groaned as Gellie slurped on his organ with long sucking motions, which kept him hard but didn't send his sperm frothing through his prick.
"Damn it, that feels good," he moaned.
His nipples no longer satisfied me and I abruptly left them and threw myself on his face, darting my tongue deeply in his mouth. He kissed me back with great passion, running his hands over my body, feeling my tits, my ass, my black hairy cunt. I crouched beside him, knees parted so he could jam his fingers up my cunt, which he did with rapid finger movements.
Flushed with heat, I pulled away from his open mouth, lifted one leg to his chest and grasped him by the wrist.
"Fuck me-" I cried. "Get your hand in there."
"I'll do better than that," he yelled. "Sit on me."
I quickly straddled his chest, stuffing my hot cunt against his parted lips. He reached up and fondled my tits as his tongue soared inside my slit.
I rocked back and forth, crying, sobbing, as I felt my juices flow from my vagina.
"Roger-oh, Roger," I sobbed. "Suck-suck. I'm on fire."
He buried his tongue and lips into my cunt with gusto, sucking, licking, burrowing as deep as he could in my tightish crevice. I felt my orgasm froth in my loins. I cried out as I came long, hard, and thickly into his mouth. He gagged but kept on sucking until all my juices had drained out of my snatch.
"God," he said, breathing heavily. "You spend like a man."
I tumbled off his chest, turned and saw Gellie leave his hard prick with her mouth, and mount over him, with her legs bent and her cunt snatching at his bloated head. Roger shoved his hips up to meet the downward thrust of Gellie's blonde cunt, which sucked his organ into her belly without the slightest bit of resistance.
"Fuck, goddamn it," he roared. "Get my nuts off."
Gellie pounded her cunt up and down on his pole until I thought she'd tear it off. Roger thrashed on the bed, cursing, groaning, the sweat pouring off of him. Suddenly, he severely arched his hips, groaned deeply and shot his load up Gellie's cunt.
When she slid off his organ without reaching her climax, I instinctively crawled down to Roger's groin and started sucking his cock and fondling his nuts. Gellie wiped her cunt out with the sheets and then squatted on Roger's chest.
"Suck my clit, lover," she whispered. "I'm near to spending."
Roger grasped her about the body, threw his head into her hairy muff and sucked noisily. As he sucked Gellie, I sucked him until he got stiff as iron. Then I mounted over him and tried to fuck him. But my cunt wouldn't take most of his prick and after several attempts I got off and fell on the mattress. At that moment Gellie came, crying as she spent against Roger's mouth. When she had finished, she didn't wait to get her breath. She helped Roger to his knees and pointed to me.
"Marion-poor girl-needs a good fucking, love. Get in there and give it to her."
Roger leaped between my legs, ramming his muscular cock to my slit. Gellie pulled apart my cuntlips as he slid his prick inch by inch into my pulsating hole. The feel of her fingers on my lips while his staff buried into me was more than I could stand. I whimpered loudly, spent another orgasm, and sank into the mattress, exhausted.
But Roger kept driving his cock into me until his pubic hairs crushed against mine. Gellie leaned back, watching as his prick battered my aching womb. She smiled at me when I gazed at her.
"That's what you need, dearie," she said. Her hands came towards my tits, resting gently on the nipples. "Every girl needs a good suck and fuck now and then."
The touch of her fingers on my nipples instantly stiffened them, which seemed to delight her. She came close to me and softly caressed my tits with her strong hands. Roger's prick pouring into me and her hands massaging my tits sent me into a spasm of ecstasy. I shuddered, trembling all over as my third orgasm churned within me. When I came, I was conscious of shouting, "Fuck-fuck-fuck."
I must have dozed off for a few minutes, for when I opened my eyes I found Roger between Gellie's legs fucking her vigorously. I watched with rapt attention, wondering if I should go and play with her tits like she had done for me. But I was shy and couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I ran my hands over Roger's pubic hair as he banged into Gellie.
They finally shot their orgasms and slumped down on the mattress, sighing contentedly. I got on my knees between them, gazing at the two beautiful bodies lying side by side. I wanted to fuck and suck Roger again but his prick looked terribly used. I also felt an erotic urge to fondle Gellie's heavy tits and lush cunt-hair. But I held my urges in check and settled for Roger's organs.
However, he couldn't get stiff, no matter what I did to him. This slurping on his meat drove me into a wild frenzy and I started chewing on the head of his prick until he howled in pain.
"Damn it, lass, you're eating off the skin."
"Suck his asshole," Gellie suggested. "He'll like that."
Roger rolled over, stuck his ass in the air and pulled his cheeks back with his hands. I gazed at the dark hole, shook my head, and pounced on his nuts, sucking them in my mouth as I slid under his ass. Gellie slowly rose, approached his rear, jabbing her finger in his asshole and frigging him off with her other hand. In this manner we played until Roger spurted a feeble load of cum.
Gellie rolled him over, mounted and fucked him for several minutes until he cried in pain and begged her to stop. But now I was so horny, I got on him and banged my cunt down on his beat organ with savage strokes. As I fucked him, Gellie squatted on his chest and forced him to suck her snatch.
Gellie and I kept sucking and fucking Roger, switching positions until the wee early hours in the mom. When we finally stopped his cock shone a pulpy red and my cunt felt sore and gouged. But my inner tensions were gone and I quickly fell into a deep swoon beside Roger who had already passed out.
I slept soundly except for once when I awoke to find Gellie sitting beside me with her hands running over my body. I smiled, parted my legs, letting her fingers romp in my black cunt-hair, which seemed to fascinate her. I don't remember anything else except the brief erotic thought that maybe I should return the compliment to her. But my mind refused to accept this sort of thing and I soon fell soundly asleep, oblivious to how far Gellie went in exploring my body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When we awoke fairly late in the morning, none of us made any references to last night's orgy. We quietly dressed, ate our breakfast, and pondered the fate of today's victims. By noon time Gellie and Roger were afire with curiosity to go to the scaffold and find out if the condemned innocents had taken the poison we had given them last night. For myself, I felt sick at heart and begged off going with them. If the Osborns hadn't taken the potion, I didn't want to face them as they swung.
After Roger and Gellie left, I made a pot of tea to soothe my agitated spirits and waited as comfortable as I could until they got back. While they were gone, I conjured up the erotic sex play between the three of us, blushing as I vividly recalled their naked bodies. They were lovely people and I couldn't help but feel moved by both of them. The only thing that disturbed me was the attentions Gellie showed me and my secret reaction toward her. I didn't want to involve myself with her sexually, but her lush cunt and heavy, succulent tits kept throbbing in my mind.
About two hours past noon, Roger and Gellie returned, much excited. They told me the Osborns and two witches had taken the poison, but the others had been caught before they swallowed the potion. For their attempt to cheat the gallows, they were severely beaten in the square before they were hanged, drawn, and quartered.
"God, it was horrible," Roger said, pounding his fist on the table.
"And that ain't all," Gellie burst in. "They got a warrant for your aunt's arrest. Dr. Calaman said they'd pay twenty pounds to the one who caught her."
"Those bastards," Roger growled. "Some of our dear townsfolk cried out for your blood too, Marion. Hopkins was damned interested to hear Agnes had a young niece."
"She ain't got much to worry about," Gellie said. "Most everybody thinks she's run off." She laughed. "They even talked about me. That old bastard Gibbens shouted he thought I must be a witch too since I worked for the Osborns. That sonofabitch would like to get his fucking hands on my body, I'll bet.
Roger calmed down soon and tried to figure a scheme to end the horror strangling our town. After pacing up and down for an hour, he suddenly snapped his fingers and turned toward Gellie and me.
"Girls, are you game for a little danger?"
"If it means getting rid of Hopkins & Co., I'm for it," I said.
"Me too," Gellie added. "They're a bunch of rotten blighters."
"Then we've got to poison them," Roger said. "They're still at the tavern, I learned. No doubt they'll keep it closed while they stay there. Marion, you've a key. You and Gellie can sneak in there and slip the poison into a bottle of wine it looks like they're going to drink."
I felt the sweat rise on my body as I thought of going back into that den of evil. "God, I don't know," I said. "If we get caught...."
"But we won't," Gellie said. "We both know the inside of that tavern like the backs of our hands."
"That's right," Roger said. "Wait until it's quite late and they'll be asleep."
"Where will you be?" I asked, feeling that perhaps he had better be with us.
"I'd like to go," he said. "But I'd better see that Agnes is warned about the warrant for her arrest. I'll have to find someone to ride to Manningtree." It was settled then and for the remainder of the day and early evening we made our preparations. By nine o'clock we had thoroughly disguised ourselves and had packets of poisoned powder secreted on our bodies. Roger kissed us both as we left, though I noticed he reached under Gellie's skirt and fondled her cunt.
After we let ourselves out of his shop, we sneaked through the back streets to the tavern and let ourselves in with my key. The building was swathed in darkness and we had to feel our way cautiously so we wouldn't knock anything over.
"They must not be here," Gellie whispered. "They'd still be up at this hour."
As if in answer to her statement, a door flung open on the floor above and a shaft of bright light filled the stairwell. A heavy pair of boots stomped down the stairs, nearly frightening us to death. We barely had time to scamper back of a chair when Hopkins' stocky nude body barged in the main saloon room. He held a candle in his hand, which threw off bizarre shadows, giving his hairy body a bear-like appearance.
"Fuck," he growled. "Where the hell's the brand wine?" He rummaged behind the bar for a few seconds until he found what he wanted. "Goddamn it," he glowed. "This'll bring that old fart's pecker up."
Laughing uproariously, he stumbled past us, his arms laden with bottles of the potent wine. We waited until he vanished up the stairs and into a room before we came out of our hiding. We didn't have to speak to each other, for we both had the same idea. We had to find out who the "old fart" was.
On tippy toes we climbed the stairs toward the sounds of revelry. When we found the room, Gellie pushed me down the corridor to the room next door. Inside, she pulled me to a closet along the wall facing the room, where I felt the witch hunters must be up to something awful.
"Found this when I cleaned up in here on day," Gellie whispered. She pulled open two small doors in the closet wall, saying ever so softly in my ear, "There's pictures on the other side. We'll be looking out their eyes."
"What are they doing in this room?" I whispered back.
"Looks like they need more space," she said. "Look."
Sure enough, with the number of persons there they needed a chamber with several beds. I blinked my eyes at the ludicrous sight of seven naked bodies in the throes of sexual lust. Hopkins, Stem, and Goody I didn't find funny, but the vision of Dr. Calaman, Judge Gardner, and two plump townswomen tickled my humor bone. Dr. Calaman had a long gaunt body with a thin prick, medium-sized balls and sparse pubic hair. Judge Gardner looked as if he might have a heart attack any moment, for his ancient frame shook as one of the women played with his limp prick.
"Drink more wine," Hopkins said to the judge. "It'll get your cock stiff."
Gardner raised the bottle to his florid face, consuming the liquid in a burst of energy. When he finished, he set the bottle down hard on the table and shouted hoarsely, "Sonofabitch, if I don't think I'll fuck all night."
Hopkins and Stern laughed and bade Dr. Calaman and Judge Gardner sit on the edge of one of the beds. Then they forced the plump women to their knees, pushing their heads toward the organs before them.
"Use your mouth, Martha," Hopkins said to the fattish brunette. "His prick won't bite you."
"You, too, Bessie," Goody called to the redheaded woman. "Wrap your lips about the judge's cock. Get it up for him."
"Both you sluts get to sucking," Stem added. "Or you'll swing tomorrow."
I now realized they were newly accused witches who had to suffer the outrageous fiendishness of the witch hunters. Neither women I knew very well, though I now recognized the brunette Martha as a baker's wife and the redheaded Bessie as the owner of a millinery shop. How they had gotten caught up in this mania, I couldn't guess, but I felt for them with all my heart.
The women neither whimpered nor protested but bent their heads to the cocks hanging limply in front of them. Their mouths sucked vigorously on the organs until both Calaman and Gardner had firm erections. At this sight, the witch hunters applauded and shouted encouragement to the women.
"Suck them off," Goody shouted.
"Make them shoot a good one," Stem cried. "Drain them dry," Hopkins sneered, gazing at the fat asses resting on the floor.
Calaman mid Gardner groaned as the mouths on their cocks slid faster and faster. Muttering incoherently, they leaned back on their elbows, staring at the ceiling as if in a trance. Suddenly, Hopkins leaped toward Bessie, raised her ass, spread her legs and slid his body under her, with his massive stout cock probing her cunt from underneath. Bessie squealed with delight, bouncing on his sturdy shaft as she sucked the judge's prick.
This must have excited Stem very much, for he shouted obscenely and slid under Martha's ass with his lean cock burying in her hairy slit. Both women seemed to be enjoying themselves as they sucked and rocked on the organs penetrating their cunts. But what they didn't count on was Goody Phillips, who stood watching them, her eyes glowing with evil lust. When she apparently couldn't stand watching any longer, she rushed toward a pile of men's clothes on another bed, grasped a leather belt, and raced back to the women.
Her arm raised, the leather bit into the fleshy backs of Martha and Bessie, as Goody howled with ecstasy.
"Keep sucking," she cried. "Keep fucking or I'll flay the goddamned skin off your fat asses."
Even though I knew the women felt great pain they kept their mouths and cunts working furiously. They must have understood the kind of people Hopkins & Co. were, for they seemed only too happy to oblige. While the fat bodies bounced up and down, Goody howled like a demented demon, laying the leather across their backs.
"Fucking bitches," she yelled. "I'll beat the hell out of you. Get your orgasms, goddamn you."
After a few hearty strokes of the leather, Hopkins and Stem pumped their loads into the pounding cunts, while Calaman and Gardner shot off into the women's mouths. This seemed to shatter Goody with lust, for she threw away the belt and started violently frigging herself.
"My God, they all spent at once," Gellie whispered to me.
I started to answer but I felt her hand creep under my skirt. Sweat instantly rose on my flesh, but I gently pushed her hand away and pretended nothing had happened. Gellie laughed softly, reached up and pinched my tit. "Watching this gets me hot," she said.
I didn't answer. I only jerked away from her hand and kept on gazing into the room.
"Pretty fucking good," Hopkins growled, sliding out from under Bessie's fat haunches.
Stem did likewise and they both stood laughing at the spectacle of Calaman and Gardner lying flat on their backs as if they were dead. They also chuckled at Goody who beat her clit unmercifully in an attempt to cum.
"Christ sakes," Hopkins said. "Let's put these cunts to work. They've had it easy up to now."
Stem and he lifted the women to their feet and made them climb on the bed with Goody. Hopkins told his female partner to put a pillow under her ass so her cunt would be up in the air.
"Martha," he snarled, "get down there between Goody's legs and eat her cunt. Bessie, you suck Goody's tits. When I tell you to switch, then you change positions."
"I never did that," Martha squealed.
"Me neither," Bessie protested, coloring.
"Fuck both of you," Hopkins answered. "You suck Goody or you're as good as dead tomorrow." Sobbing, the women did as he bade, which sent a sharp thrill shooting along my crotch. The sight of Martha sucking on Goody's shaven snatch filled me with heated desire. When Bessie's mouth slurped on her tits, I felt my own tits ache for manipulation. I hoped desperately that Gellie didn't try to attack me, since I didn't know if I would want to fend her off.
While the women sucked Goody, Hopkins and Stem helped Calaman and Gardner to their knees. They plied them with several glasses of brandy wine until it looked as if life flowed back into the priest and judge.
"Now's your big chance," Hopkins said. "Why not fuck Martha and Bessie in the ass while they're eating Goody?"
"In the ass?" croaked Dr. Calaman.
"It's sublime," Hopkins said, touching Martha's fleshy ass lightly.
"Best thrill of all," Stern agreed. "Tight hole. Better than a cunt sometimes."
"Especially a fat woman," Hopkins said.
"By gad, I'll try it," Gardener shouted hoarsely. "I haven't buggered anyone for years."
Hopkins laughed. "See," he said to Calaman. "His Honor knows a good fuck when he sees one."
"But-the ass," Calaman said. "Why, that's almost sinful."
"Go on, Doctor," Stern urged. "You can always stop if you don't like it."
Stem went around to Bessie's fat rump, spread her cheeks and slid his prick to her asshole. He shoved the head in, wiggled back and forth and motioned for the minister to try it.
"You won't be sorry," Stem said. "She'll love you for it."
"She will?" Calaman asked.
Stem slapped Bessie on the ass. "Tell Dr. Calaman you want him to fuck you in the ass." Bessie raised her face to the minister. "Oh, yes," she said, crying softly. "Please fuck me in the ass." I guessed Calaman didn't know if she was obeying Stem's orders or if she really wanted a good jabbing. But her answer stirred his blood, for he pulled Stem out of the way and thrust his gaunt body behind Bessie's fleshy curves. He spread her cheeks with one hand, massaging his cock with the other until it stood aloft. With a grunt, he shoved his thin prick to her dark hole, pushed upward, and slid his organ into her orifice. He jerked back and forth for a few seconds, then a lurid gleam danced in his eyes.
"Goddamn it," he cried. "It feels superb."
Judge Gardner chuckled gleefully as he watched the minister fuck Bessie in the ass. While he gazed at the scene he rubbed his limp prick over Goody's face, moaning when she raised her head to suck his shaft. With a few slurps, his cock rose to the occasion, stiff, red and horny. Gurgling to himself, he yanked his prick out of Goody's mouth, leaped behind Martha's ass and ploughed his organ into her hole.
Martha cried out when his prick tore into her, but she kept on sucking Goody's cunt just the same. While the five bodies fucked and sucked, Hopkins and Stem crowded close to Goody's head, brushing their stiff organs across her head. Goody grasped their nuts, fondling them while she sucked each prick alternately.
I now felt my entire body quiver with lust. I knew I couldn't stand much more. Then, thankfully, I remembered our mission.
"Gellie," I whispered, "the poison. We better pour some into the brandy wine downstairs. They're sure to drink more."
Gellie agreed and we both reluctantly left our spy holes, sneaked out of the closet and out of the room into the dark drafty corridor. Hand in hand we trod on tiptoes past the door where the seven bodies merged in a sexual flow w.
"Gellie," I said, feeling we had better hurry. But my words froze in my throat 'cause I suddenly tripped on the top step of the stairs. I clumsily banged into the railing, crying Gellie's name as I grabbed on to her for support.
The door to the sex room flew open and a terrible voice thundered, "Who the hell's out here?"
Gellie pulled me' to my feet and we raced down the stairs before Hopkins realized we were only girls. I heard him shout for Stem and then the sound of heavy feet padding on the steps filled me with terror. But we knew the tavern well, and before they could catch us we had slipped out the back door and disappeared into the darkness. I knew they wouldn't follow us if they were still naked, and I doubted if they had had time to put on any garments.
We ran like the wind until, breathless, we stopped at the town livery stable, tumbling heavily on a pile of straw near the front door. Gellie caught her breath first and while I lay in the straw she darted to the comer to see if they followed. When she came back to me, her eyes glistened brightly.
"We got away," she said. "Didn't even know who we were."
"But the poison," I said. "We didn't poison the wine."
"There'll be other times," she answered.
She extended her hand and helped me to my feet. I felt wobbly and when she steered me to the stable doors, pushed the wooden slabs inward, I felt too weak to protest. Inside, the pungent odor of hay and horses made my head reel. But Gellie seemed strangely excited by the darkness and the strong smells. She closed the door, drew me toward a stack of hay and drew me down beside her.
I knew what she wanted and I felt my heart pound with fear and desire. "Gellie," I whispered.
Then she was on me, thrusting her mouth fully on my lips. I felt her tongue bury into my mouth, mingling with my tongue. I felt her hands grope my breasts and slide under my skirt. When her fingers touched my panties, I squealed.
"Please, Gellie, don't. Oh, don't."
She laughed, hoarsely, which sounded strangely like Hopkins. "You lovely piece," she said. "I got to have you."
"But Gellie, you like men," I protested.
"Yes," she breathed heavily, darting her tongue now in my ear. "I love pricks, but I love a good cunt, too."
I knew she had been hopelessly corrupted by Hopkins through the use of Goody's shaven cunt. I struggled against her, sobbing that I only want cocks and balls. Gellie quickly rolled me over on my stomach, nimbly unbuttoning my skirt from the rear. Then she pulled it off and attacked my blouse. Before I could strike out at her she had it ripped off. Her hands seized my breast cups, leaving my tits bare to her touch. Swiftly, her hands groped down my body to my panties, which she dragged to my ankles with one strong tug.
"Gellie!" I said harshly.
She made me step out of my panties, then she shoved me backward so I toppled on the hay. As I gazed up at her helplessly, she hovered over me, hastily flinging off her clothes. Her body emerged in the dark night, dusky, hairy, sensuous.
I put up my hands to fend her off but she swooped down on me, pinning my body to the hay with her strong arms. Crying softly like an animal in heat, she scooped one of my quivering tits in her mouth, while her right hand found my silky black cunt, parted the lips and plunged inside.
"Gellie! Stop!" I cried, thrashing on the straw. But the rapid movement of her fingers in my cunt slit and the sucking sensations on my tit filled me with maddening desire. I found myself shoving my tit harder in her mouth and my legs opening wider so her fingers could get all the way inside.
"Oooohhh," I moaned, pulling her off one tit and pushing her on the other.
Gellie sucked and finger-fucked me with a lusty ardor worthy of any man. I felt my entire body flushing with fiery heat, and when she finally left my tits, traveling down my stomach to my cunt, I almost choked with lust. She rubbed her face in my snatch, breathing hot air through my silky hair. When she had absorbed enough of my essence, her fingers gently parted my lips, stretching them to their widest point.
"You've a darling cunt, love," Gellie breathed.
I gasped as she plunged her tongue and lips into my slit, sucking and licking my tender flesh. I felt as if my cunt had burst into flame and I shoved my hips in fucking fashion at her mouth. She chuckled deeply, swiveled between my legs and fucked my cunt with her tongue. As she buried deep inside of me, I grasped her by the head, pulling her hair and clutching her ears.
"Gellie! I'm cumming!" I cried.
She sucked furiously, gagging when I shot a thick load into her mouth. "Gawd," she said, stopping for a moment. "You shoot like a man."
"Lick it clean," I groaned. "Lick it clean."
She laughed, crawled out of my crotch and had me sit on top of her chest. In this position she ate my cunt again until I felt my lust rise passionately. She sucked my clit with hearty sucking motions as I spent again into her mouth. But this time she didn't lick me dry. Instead, she toppled me on my back, thrust her fingers in my aching vagina, and fingered me good.
I humped against her fingers, thrashing about on the straw like a woman possessed. I had my eyes closed and when I opened them I found her completely on top of me with her beautiful ass inches from my face. I fought the temptation to touch her, but as her fingers fucked my cunt, I lost all sense of decorum. Trembling, I grabbed her cheeks, raising my head so I could kiss her tender flesh.
Gellie instantly spread her legs wide and shoved her hairy blonde cunt on my face. At first I twisted my head to one side but as she rotated her hips I felt the delicious sensation of her soft blonde mound caressing my head. I turned my head straight, found her dripping slit and gingerly darted my tongue in her crevice.
She cried, lifted one leg and parted her lips with her own fingers. I found my lips and tongue kissing, sucking, caressing her lovely sensuous cunt with complete abandon. Gellie stopped fingering me and thrust her lips again to my burning cunt. Together we ate each other, moaning as we sucked for our orgasms.
When Gellie came, I buried my mouth harder on her clit to get all of her erotic goodness. I didn't want to miss a drop. I knew I wasn't the same girl I had been before but I didn't care. I wanted to suck her forever.
And that was just the beginning of our passion. For we had both awakened something in each other, and we spent the rest of the night-until we heard the first cock crow of dawn-in each other's arms, kissing, caressing, and making love in the most passionate way we knew how.
CHAPTER NINE
One would think with my initiation into the pleasures of the female body that I'd forget about men. But that wasn't the case, for late the next morning Roger returned to his shop and surprised us in bed. "Caught you two sleepy heads," he said, barging into the bedroom.
Thankfully, we were both garbed in our nighties and gave no evidence of our nightly orgy. The sight of Roger with his strong lean masculinity aroused my sexual urges. Even with Gellie beside me in bed I found myself undressing him with my eyes. I wanted to see and feel his prick and nuts and frolic in his profuse pubic hair. I knew Gellie felt the same from the way her eyes danced brightly as she drank in his beauty.
"How'd the poisoning go?" he asked.
We both sheepishly confessed our failure, but he didn't seem angry at all. Instead, he strode about the room, filling our ears with the news. "I went to see Agnes myself in Manningtree," he said. "That's why I wasn't here last night. She's coming home today with plans for a campaign against Hopkins."
"What good news," I exclaimed, clapping my hands.
"That's not all," he said. "She told me Lord Both wick has returned from Europe. And from the way she talked, I got the distinct impression he's one of us."
My eyes opened wide. "Lord Bothwick? Oh, Roger, maybe he's the grand master."
"What's a grand master?" Gellie asked.
"The man who runs all the covens in a district. Usually an important person high up in society. He's also our spiritual leader and acts as the Great Homed God's representative on earth."
Gellie shook her head. "Golly, I don't understand any of this."
Roger laughed brightly. "Don't worry, love, you will."
From the way he looked at her I knew he was getting horny. I asked him if he wanted me to leave, but he laughed again and came toward the bed with his hands on his trousers' fly. Both Gellie and I got terribly excited and we started flinging off our nighties when we heard a heavy pounding at the shop door. Roger quickly left us for a couple of minutes and when he returned I felt our morning sex session had ended.
"What's wrong?" I asked, gazing at his crestfallen expression.
"I don't know how to tell you," he said quietly. "That was Tim Healy. He just told me the sheriff has caught Agnes. I guess someone must have told the authorities she was on her way here."
"Oh, my God," I screamed. "They'll hang her for sure."
"That they will," he said. Then he snapped his fingers. "Wait a minute! Lord Bothwick's back. Goddamn it, we'll go to him. He might be able to help."
I leaped out of bed to start getting dressed when Roger's sharp voice stopped me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to Bothwick Castle right now," I said.
"Later," he said harshly. "You can only go there at night." He paced up and down a few minutes.
"Listen, your going there's a damn fine idea. But Gellie had better go with you. You can leave right after sundown."
"But they'll torture Aunt Agnes," I cried.
"Can't be helped. Bothwick couldn't help her immediately, anyway."
I cried a good deal, but after my tears stopped flowing, I saw the sense in his words. Gellie and I decided we'd go to the square and see the ordeal and maybe give some comfort to my aunt. Roger insisted we go disguised and also told us to return to his shop before we left for the castle. He said he wanted to give us final instructions for our journey, but from the way he gazed at Gellie's half naked body slipping into her clothes, I guessed he wanted a good fucking before we left.
That afternoon Gellie and I, disguised as middle-aged charwomen, made our way through the crowd to the scaffold where we found five persons, stripped naked and in the process of being searched by the witch hunters. My Aunt Agnes was among them and my heart bled as I saw Stem exploring her luxuriant black hairy cunt with his fingertips.
Though I had seen Auntie naked before, I never ceased to marvel at the youthful quality of her fifty-year-old body with its fine clear skin. Her shapely firm tits especially had a succulent, lusty look, a fact that Hopkins didn't miss. He personally examined her breasts for signs of devil marks, squeezing and prodding her flesh with his thick hairy hands. Her cunt, however, got the most notice, and I couldn't help but feel proud that an aunt of mine could own such a lovely forest of hair. Ebony in color and silky in texture her cunt bulged several inches from her pelvis.
"Your auntie's got a pretty cunt," Gellie whispered, as her thoughts merged with mine.
I poked her in the ribs. "We can't let her go to gaol, Gellie. Those horrible guards will rape her."
"I don't think so," Gellie replied. "Hopkins will take her to the tavern and fuck her himself. Believe me, dearie, it's better he did it than the guards." From the way the three witch hunters hovered about her, searching for devil marks, I knew Gellie spoke the truth. And perhaps it would be better with them than with the jailers, who would show no mercy whatsoever. But I still felt sorry for the horrible sexual acts she'd have to commit before we could rescue her. Not that she couldn't take it-and dish it out, for she had been married three times and still had a flock of male suitors. But after all, my aunt was our high priestess and I didn't like to think she'd have to feel her tormentors' cocks as well as Goody's vile tongue.
Gellie and I waited on the edge of the crowd while Hopkins & Co. finished with Aunt Agnes and moved on the other four victims. Two were men and two were women, ranging from a variety of sizes and body conditions. Hopkins and Stem made the crowd shout with glee when they lifted the men's organs and inspected underneath. Goody stuck to the female prisoners, making them bend in every position she could concoct so she could pry in every crevice of their bodies.
Finally, when the searching and pricking concluded, Hopkins announced loudly to Dr. Calaman who was sitting on a chair, looking fragile and tired. "Goodly minister," he called. "We've found witch marks on all four suspects. You can now deliver them to Judge Gardner for sentencing."
A great cry of mirth went up from the crowd. Hopkins raised his hands to silence them. "Citizens," he yelled. "These are only a few of the witches who inhabit your town. You're not seeking them out fast enough. Are you afraid of their wrath? Never fear them. We'll find them out and punish them. You'd best look to your friends and relatives. Maybe they be witches too. Trust no one."
A demented babbling buzzed through the crowd as they gazed about at their cronies and families. I realized the mania had gone so far that now friends would turn against friends and brother against brother. Their blood was up and the only way to cool it was to destroy Hopkins and his evil crew. I nudged Gellie and grasped her by the arm. "Come on," I said. "Let's go. We've got work to do."
As we left the square, we could hear Dr. Calaman's voice raised to the heavens, thanking God they had captured the most important witch in our town. When we disappeared around a comer, we heard him fling my aunt's name above the great tumult resounding by the scaffold.
When we arrived back at Roger's shop, we were out of breath and puffing as we entered and fell on the leather sofa. Roger made tea for us and made us eat some cold chicken and scones. Even though we had just witnessed a scene of madness, we were both famished. We ate heartily and then relaxed as Roger paced up and down in front of us.
"Marion," he said at last, "I've written a letter to Lord Bothwick about our predicament. In it I've said I believe he's our grand master and that it's time for him to come to our aid. However, there is always the chance he isn't, which would place both of you in terrible danger."
"Good Gawd," Gellie choked. "You mean he might turn us over to Hopkins?"
Roger nodded his head. "But I'm really convinced he is the grand master. The only reason I'm telling you this is to play it cagey at first."
"We'll take the chance," I said. "There's no one else to turn to. The witches are fearful and the town's getting madder every day."
"I agree," he said. "As soon as the sun goes down, you leave. It's a three-hour journey to Bothwick Castle."
"Lordie, don't tell me we got to walk way up there?" Gellie said, her hands feeling the muscles in her calves.
"No. I've gotten two horses from a neighbor," Roger answered. "Even with mounts it'll take nearly three hours."
He then gave us detailed instructions on how to get to the castle and the letter of introduction to his lordship. When he finished talking, he strode to the cabinet, filled a tray with a tall bottle and three glasses and came back to our side.
"You'll need to be fortified," he said. "Brandy wine will do the trick." He poured three heavy goblets full of the dark amber liquid and proposed a toast: "To a successful journey."
We consumed the drink and he refilled our glasses. I could feel the warmth seep through my body as I sipped the second drink. I guessed Gellie felt the same way, for her eyes shone brightly and her movements became more lively. "Damn, but it's light in here," she said.
While Roger and I watched, she pranced about the room, closing the curtains over the windows and lighting a couple of candles on a table across the room. When she finished, the room seemed to subtly change in color to a seductive dusky amber. Roger sensed the different shading, for he grew excited, pouring more drinks and rushing to the fireplace, where he piled several logs on the andirons and lit a match.
"Wine to warm the insides and fire to warm the outsides," he purred.
Almost before I realized what was happening, Gellie walked lazily to the fire, grasped Roger in her strong arms and kissed him hard on the lips. He returned the kiss, reaching out to fondle her. But she backed away, laughing in a light lilting way.
"No, my lord and master," she said. "You'll have to wait till I'm ready."
Roger stood fascinated as Gellie very slowly removed her garments, piece by piece, casually tossing them onto a chair. We both watched as her luscious body, bathed in amber shadows, emerged from her clothes. First her bare shoulders and tits appeared; then her soft rounded tummy; then her hips and thick blonde bush. When she finally wriggled out of her panties, Roger nearly tumbled over himself to get to her.
"On your knees," Gellie said huskily.
He instantly obeyed, which made me believe he was madly in love with her. Or at least lusted after her with all the passion in his body. When Gellie danced about him, grinding her pelvis at his face, he twisted and turned to follow her every movement. His tongue hung out of his head like a happy puppy.
"Kiss my cunt," Gellie said.
Roger bent forward, grasping her flesh as he buried his nose in her hairy mat. Gellie laughed, raising one leg so he could better get at her slit.
"Marion, love," she called to me. "Come here and help Roger undress. Poor man's at his wit's end."
She laughed again in what I thought was a cruel manner. But I didn't stop to reflect on that part of her nature. I sped quickly to their side, falling beside Roger and tearing at his clothes. He submitted meekly, letting me remove his garments while he kept his eyes glued on Gellie's cunt. When I had gotten the last stitch off him, he lunged toward Gellie, grabbing her by the legs and tumbling her to the rug in front of the fire.
"You little vixen," he crowed. "Tease me, will you?" Laughing wildly, he rolled his body on top of her, pressing his cock and balls in her face as he bent his own face into her hairy crack.
Gellie cried with delight as his tongue scoured into her slit. With anxious hands she pulled his prick to her mouth and sucked the organ between her lips. While they sucked in the heat of total lust I stood there dumbly watching, feeling my own tits and cunt cry for pleasure. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I leaped out of my clothes and dropped down beside them, running my fingers over Roger's bare ass.
At that moment they rolled to one side, allowing me some freedom in playing with her tits and his pubic hair. Yet the sucking sounds raised my lust to a terrible pitch. I felt a wetness ooze out of my cunt.
"Gellie-Roger," I cried, "Let me suck."
They both raised their heads from their partner's genitals, glanced at each other, and smiled.
"Why not?" Roger said.
Gellie and he parted and rose to their knees. "We can't leave Marion out," Roger said. "I'll get on bottom."
He dropped to the rug with his cock rising stiffly out of his crotch. Gellie straddled his chest, stuffing her cunt in his mouth, leaving his cock for me. At first I thought I'd fuck him, but when I realized my cunt was still tightish, I decided to suck his prick. While Gellie ploughed her lusty snatch to his lips and tongue, I dropped between his legs and lovingly caressed his cock with my trembling fingers.
The lovely blood-engorged head stared at me so invitingly I couldn't resist licking the ridges. This must have felt good to him, for he wiggled and bobbed his hips off the floor. After licking the rim of his head, I licked up and down the stem several times before concentrating on his balls. They were so large and handsome, I had to suck them. For the moment I left his cock, slid on the floor and scooped his sacs in my mouth.
"Goddamn it, suck!" Roger cried, tearing his mouth from Gellie's cunt.
I swirled his balls in my mouth, caressing at the same time his slender shaft. The skin felt so hot and velvety I nearly had an orgasm in my fingertips, not to mention the erotic sensations tingling in my mouth.
"Suck my prick," Roger gurgled.
I obeyed, crawling from under him and pouncing on his throbbing meat. The cock had grown larger in the last few seconds and it filled my mouth as I swallowed part of it inside. He heaved his hips off the floor, jamming, prodding his cock into the recesses of my throat. As best I could, I held on, slurping wildly, as he fucked my mouth.
"Christ almighty, I'm cumming," he roared, shooting a massive load of cream down my throat.
I kept working my lips and swallowing until his hips stopped flailing on the floor. Then I rose to my knees, wiped my mouth with my arm and came around beside him to watch Roger sucking Gellie for her orgasm. It didn't take long for her to spend, for Roger's lips sucked vigorously. I had the weirdest desire to stuff my cunt in Gellie's mouth while Roger ate her, but I knew neither of us should reveal that we were intimate. After all, Roger was a man and might not take kindly to the idea of our sucking each other.
Gellie cried loudly as her orgasm burnt in her loins. With a violent heave of her hips she ground out her torment in Roger's sucking lips. He kept on slurping until she finally yanked herself off his chest and dropped to the floor. For a moment I let my eyes rove from Gellie's sensuous body curled on the floor to Roger's throbbing cock still stiff as an iron rod. I wanted to leap between both their legs and suck their organs, but I knew I had better stick with Roger for the time being.
Moistening my lips, I straddled his chest, pressing my aching cunt to his mouth. He raised his face, sniffed at my silky goodness and buried his lips to my waiting slit. While he tongued my crevice, I reached back and fondled his prick with one hand. His organ felt warm and alive and as he sucked my clit I ran the palms of my hands up and down his skin.
"Let me take over, love," Gellie's voice suddenly said hoarsely in my ear.
I turned and saw her straddle his prick, with her lusty cunt descending onto his head like a blonde beaver. I removed my hand from his cock and let her fuck him while I ground my own cunt in his face. It wasn't long before all three of us reached our second orgasms. Roger shot off in Gellie's cunt as she beat out her own climax, while I spent in his mouth with a lusty fury.
Yet, all three of us didn't seem satisfied. Roger's prick still stood stiff and my own cunt cried for more. Gellie must have felt the same, for she suggested we trade places, with me fucking his prick and she straddling his chest. The idea greatly appealed to me and with a quick shift I felt his hot organ burrowing deep into my pit. I burned with lust now and as I bounced on his cock I held onto Gellie's shoulders as she fucked his mouth.
I found my hands going under her armpits to her bulging firm tits, which I squeezed with excited hands. I don't know if Roger saw me do this, but he never said a word and kept on sucking Gellie until she cried in pain, spent and rolled from his chest. This left me alone on his body with his huge organ stuffed in my vagina. Roger groaned a great many times while my cunt slid expertly over his skin. My cunt felt all embracing as he buried deep inside of me. I wanted to suck every last ounce of cum out of his balls; I wanted to drain him dry.
"Goddamn it, lass," he screeched. "Get off. I can't take it!"
Laughing, I fucked him until he exploded again. Then I bounced off his organ, sliding along his smooth body until my dripping cunt crushed against his mouth. With tears running down his face, he ate my cunt until I finally spent. He pulled out of my soggy black hair, pushed me off his chest, and rose to a sitting position. "By the Great Homed God!" he cried. "You've fucked me dry!" Gellie and I both laughed as we poured glasses of wine. We made Roger drink several until I noticed his skin flush red. My own senses had nearly left my head and all I could feel was the crying need for more sucking and fucking. I suggested this to Gellie and she gazed at Roger's limp prick.
"Don't think he'll come up, love." She strode about the room a moment deep in thought. "Wait, I've got an idea. Maybe something will get him going." She made Roger kneel on the floor on all fours with his legs spread wide apart. She squatted behind him, parted the cheeks of his ass and darted her tongue in his asshole. Roger sighed with delight, wriggling his hips to show he liked it. Gellie reamed him several times and then had me slide under his body on my back so his nuts hung heavy in my face. "Suck his balls," she said.
The next thing I knew, Gellie had gotten a long candle from the table and had jammed the end of Roger's asshole. He responded favorably, for I felt his cock stiffen as his nuts swirled deliciously in my mouth and the taper slid into his dark canal.
"Damned sporting," he shouted. "I'm getting hard again."
But he wasn't the only one feeling pleasure, for I soon felt Gellie's fingers part my cunt hair and thrust into my slit. While she fucked Roger in the ass, she fingered me with a sensuous touch that nearly made me leap out of my skin. "Let me at his nuts," Gellie said after a while.
I obeyed quickly, taking the candle in one hand, moving it in and out while Roger groaned in lustful pleasure. Gellie spread her legs on purpose as she sucked on Roger's nuts, so her luscious blonde cunt would vibrate in front of me. I resisted her intentions for the longest time until Roger told me to stop fucking him. He slid backward, stuffed his cock in Gellie's mouth and fucked for an orgasm.
The sight proved too much for me. I waited until he reached his climax and then dipped my fingers in her wet pussy. I felt them squish as they worked inward along her juicy walls. Gellie responded to my play by throwing her legs wide apart so I could get all the way inside. I can't describe how it felt, but I knew I must go farther. I must sink to my knees and thrust my lips to her slit, burying my mouth fully in her lush snatch.
But I never got the chance then, for as soon as he spent in Gellie's mouth, Roger called an end to the sex play and made us wash and change our clothes for the long nightly trip to Bothwick Castle. Still, my thoughts dwelled on Gellie's delicious cunt for some time, and it was only with the greatest effort I pulled away from her and got ready for the plunge into the darkening twilight.
CHAPTER TEN
For the entire trip neither Gellie or I spoke a word, though I know she must be thinking the same thoughts as I. My poor sex-confused brain flitted over the erotic images of Roger's cock and Gellie's cunt until the two mixed up in a jumble of mouths, cunts, and assholes.
By ten o'clock we had made it to Bothwick Castle, a monstrous feudal structure dating back to the Norman conquest. We tied our horses up in the courtyard and raced over the cobblestones to the main door, where we banged the heavy wolf's head knocker on the brass plate. At first I thought the huge servant would refuse us entry until I told him I was the niece of Agnes Murray and had a message from Roger Goodfellow.
He bowed low, showed us inside and led us through a series of rooms to a well-lit, vaulted chamber, where the most handsome man I'd ever seen sat in a high backed chair, watching our entrance with an amused look.
"Lord Bothwick," the servant said. "This is Marion Sampson, niece of Agnes Murray. I thought you'd want to see her, your Lordship."
"Quite right, Jameson," he replied. "You did the right thing." He watched me closely as I babbled about my aunt's capture and handed him the letter from Roger. He read the contents and glanced at Gellie. "So this one's to become a witch?" He sighed. "Marion, I'm truly sorry about your aunt. It so happens I spoke to her only the other day. Now this happens."
"We've got to save her," I cried. "Hopkins will kill her. They've already hanged several as witches."
He eyed me gravely. "Hopkins is evil incarnate, no doubt about that. But these are dangerous times. Not every one can stand up to him."
"You can," I said. "Lord Bothwick's the most powerful man in this country."
He sighed again. "True. But I've only returned from France. I'm strangely out of tune here-I've been away so long."
I started crying and to my surprise he came to my side, set his arm on my shoulder and lifted my head. I gazed up into his dark blue eyes and handsome face. I felt my pulse quicken. All thoughts of Gellie and Roger vanished from my mind. When he spoke it seemed his voice came from the mists and valleys of time itself.
"Marion Sampson, you're most important to us and I wouldn't have you unhappy. Dry your tears and we'll see what we can do."
He called his servant for writing materials and for the next half hour he wrote several letters while Gellie and I sat quietly absorbing his magnificence. I knew she was taken with him as I was, 'cause she let her eyes drift constantly over his torso. He was about medium height but with a powerful build as if he had been a sailor or laborer all his life. He wore his blond hair long in cavalier fashion, which gave him a princely appearance. He had finely chiseled features, with a square jaw and a beautifully molded nose.
My thoughts must have entered his mind for an instant, for when he sealed the last envelope, he glanced at me, his face coloring slightly. He rose and pulled a sash by a bookcase. "Jameson," he said when the servant appeared, "take these letters and see they're delivered tonight."
After the servant bowed and left the room, Lord Bothwick smiled at both of us. "Well, that's the beginning. Tomorrow the witches will gather and we'll see about Mr. Hopkins & Co."
He led us out of the room into the kitchen where he had another servant fix us some cold chicken and beef. Gellie and I ate heartily, washing down the meat with generous draughts of a strong ale. Lord Bothwick watched us as we consumed the food, casually eyeing both of us with his handsome blue eyes. "I like to see girls eat," he said. "Shows you're not the weak sister kind."
When we finished, he bade us drink a small glass of brandy wine, which instantly flooded the marrow of my bones. I felt warm and good all over, despite the fact we had been in the saddle for three hours.
"You young ladies must be tired after your journey," he said. "I think it best if you spend the night here."
Smiling, he rang for a servant and gave him instructions. "Separate rooms for my guests. I want them to sleep soundly."
The servant, a tall good-looking fellow, led us out of the kitchen, up the-stairs to the second floor and down a long corridor. He stopped at one door, unlocked it, and went inside. He lit a candelabra and pulled back the covers. "For you, Miss," he said to Gellie.
"Where will I be?" I asked.
"Right next door," he answered. "There's a door adjoining."
He unlocked the door in the wall and showed me into my room, which he made comfortable by lighting candles and pulling down the thick blankets. He then bid me get a good night's sleep and left. I came over to Gellie's room but she was already in bed with the covers tucked about her neck.
"Night, love," she said. "I'm bushed."
I smiled. "I'll see you in the morning, Gellie."
I blew out the candles in her room, closed the door, and returned to my own quarters. After a few minutes inspecting the old furniture and looking out the window, I blew out my candles and slipped into bed. Almost immediately, my eyes closed and I fell into a wonderful sleep, where there existed a world without beasts like Hopkins, Stem, and Goody Phillips.
I don't know what it was that awakened me but found myself suddenly sitting up in the bed in the midst of darkness, listening to muffled sounds coming from Gellie's room. Wondering if it was still night, I stole softly out of bed, tiptoed to the window, and drew open the drapes. Outside, the night mists swirled black and heavy with only a thin trickle of moonlight filtering onto the castle walls. Slowly, my curiosity now fully aroused, I went to the door separating our rooms and cracked open the door. Inside Gellie's room, a thin sliver of moonlight shone weakly on the bed, where two figures lay huddled together, their arms and legs entwined about each other.
"Oh, Lord Bothwick," I heard Gellie gasp as a naked body rose in the bed.
My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and I could distinguish Gellie, naked, lying on the bed with her legs parted, and Lord Bothwick, also naked, shifting between her thighs. Even in the dim light, I could see the huge tool jutting out of his pubic hair. He lifted Gellie's legs in the air, slipped his cock in her hairy saddle and slowly shoved inside.
"Oh, lordie," Gellie groaned.
I could tell from the way she sounded that Lord Bothwick's prick was bigger and lustier than Roger Goodfellow's. Gellie seemed to come alive all of a sudden, for she wrapped her legs about his powerful body and clutched at his head with her hands as he lunged his hips forcefully against her cunt. Like a frenzied stallion, he charged into her, making her moan and sob with passion. When she reached her climax, I thought she'd tear his cock out by the roots.
"Christ almighty," she cried. "I'm cumming. Aaaaggg!"
After a few more heaves of her hips she fell away from him with a heavy sigh, letting him continue his powerful driving strokes. I watched in amazement as Lord Bothwick fucked her for nearly half an hour without cumming. Finally, he stopped his movements, pulled out, and grasped Gellie by the arm, yanking her on her knees and moving her to the edge of the bed. He leaped off the mattress, approaching her cunt from the rear. With a hearty shove he rammed his organ up her cunt until she cried in pain.
But he showed no mercy. Gripping her by the hips he beat his meat savagely into her hole. I almost felt sorry for Gellie, for she had spent the early part of the night fucking and now she had his huge member to contend with. Lord Bothwick couldn't seem to get enough, for after a while he stopped again and changed positions. This time he sat in a chair and had Gellie mount him with her feet planted on the arm rest. "I'm close," he moaned softly. "Fuck me, lassie. I want to fill your belly with my spunk."
For some reason his randy words hurt me. I felt as if I should be the one feeling the weight of his prick. I didn't know if I had fallen in love with him, but all of my senses were keenly alive to his driving prick. I wanted to feel it inside me; I wanted his spunk washing my vagina.
When Lord Bothwick finally spent, it seemed the whole room trembled. He must have shot a monstrous load up Gellie, for she screamed in pain, leaped off his cock, and threw herself on the bed. But she couldn't escape him that easily. He rose out of his chair, pouncing on her with his enormous stiff cock, piercing her cunt again.
The sounds of Gellie sobbing were more than I could stand. I waited until he came again and then I closed the door and crawled into my own bed, quivering all over in excitement. The sight of his cock skewering Gellie's luscious cunt had started my lustful urges flowing. My tits swelled up and my pussy dripped with moisture. I didn't want to frig myself and, in order to keep my hands away from my burning slit, I spread my legs far apart and tried desperately counting sheep.
Then I heard the sound that sent erotic shivers coursing through my body. The door separating my room from Gellie's had opened and closed. In the darkness stood the powerful naked body of Lord Bothwick. I felt myself going to faint. I raised my head slightly, gasping when I saw his huge member red and lusty standing before me.
"Lord Bothwick," I said meekly.
"So, you're awake, are you, Marion Sampson?" he said.
"Oh, your Lordship," I gasped as he came next to the bed.
But in an instant he had ripped the covers from my body and sprang on top of the mattress. His hands reached out for my body, gripping my tits in a fierce manner. I knew I should scream and fight him off, but I couldn't resist him. I felt myself drawn to his body with an irresistible urge. I swiftly rose to a sitting position, forcing his hands from my tits. Then, I pulled off my breasts' cups and yanked down my panties.
Lord Bothwick knelt on the bed watching me, his eyes burning a fiery green. I scrambled to my knees, reached out and caressed his thick shaft, then threw myself into his arms. He enfolded me in his great hands, searching for my mouth with his parted lips. I darted my tongue deeply in his mouth while my hands fondled his prick and nuts.
My entire body suddenly felt consumed in flames. All thoughts of restraint vanished and in his arms I was real woman. My tits ached for his mouth; my cunt burned for his organ; my lips thirsted for his flesh. I made up my mind to give him the wildest night he had ever had. Firmly, I pushed him from my body, whispering, "I love you," as I slowly traveled down his body, kissing his thickly matted chest.
When I reached his pubic hair I nearly went crazy, running my tongue in the deep blond forest. My tongue eagerly licked up his stem to the head of his mighty prick, which seemed nearly a foot long. The blood-filled head pulsated under the touch of my tongue, which licked around the ridges with a tender motion. My mouth watered greatly as I opened my lips to consume his flesh. Slowly, deliberately, I sucked in his prick until it couldn't go any farther.
"Marion," he whispered, caressing my swirling hair. "Lass, suck it gently. Feels damnably good." I worked my mouth over his cock with great swishing movements, fondling at the same time his massive nuts. His flesh seemed to fill me with the fiercest passion and I found his cock swelling even more in the warm saliva of my mouth. The huge organ filled my cheeks and throat so much I could barely stretch my mouth any farther. But I kept sucking until he groaned deeply and forced my face off his tense head.
"Christ, girl, I don't want to cum yet."
I didn't wait another second. Turning over on my back, I slid under his legs, swallowing his huge balls in one hearty gulp. While I swirled the meaty sacs in my mouth, I played in his pubic hair and fingered his asshole. I knew no restraint whatsoever. I felt completely given over to carnal lust. I wanted to eat and fuck every orifice of his body.
He must have felt the same way, for I soon felt his muscular body on top of me and his rough tongue digging into my cunt slit. The very touch of his body sent me into spasms of joy, but the feel of his tongue burrowing into my cunt and his lips gently sucking my clitoris nearly made me explode out of my skin.
"Your Lordship," I cried, tearing myself from his nuts. "Fuck me, sir. Oh, God, I'm on fire." Though I realized the size of his cock meant agony to my cunt, I had to have him inside me. He obeyed my wish with alacrity, disentangling himself from my flesh and leaping between my thighs. With short stroking movements, he inched half of his cock into my vagina, whispering endearing words to my love-starved ears. "Marion, my love, my precious witch, you're so beautiful."
Under the impact of his words and the drive of his prick, my tightish cunt loosened completely, absorbing his organ up to the roots of his pubic hair. When he had all of himself inside, he leaned forward, reared back his hips, and drove in and out of me in frenzied haste. I felt his prick sink to the bottom of my pit again and again as he fucked me with long powerful strokes. I can't describe the feeling except to say I felt as if my cunt belonged permanently attached to his cock.
"Damn it, lass," he moaned. "Can't help it. I got to get my nuts off."
He humped harder and faster, spewing forth a massive load into my belly. It felt as if his spunk drenched my entire insides, soaking into my tissues, flooding my being with love.
"Your Lordship," I moaned, "let me fuck you." He fell to the mattress, pulling me on top of his still erect prick. Straddling his organ, I slid my cunt downward, gripping the sides of his massive shaft with my wet walls. He grunted savagely, thrusting his hips upward so every inch of his cock could penetrate my belly. The sounds of our pubic hairs smacking together filled me with intense lust. With a short gasp I bounced up and down on his cock so fast it seemed the skin of his prick smoked from the friction.
He groaned, grunted, and sweated like Gellie had done not so many minutes ago, exhausted. But my own cunt wasn't satisfied. I couldn't believe I hadn't cum yet, for usually I would have cum a couple of times in a fuck session like this.
Lord Bothwick must have been thinking the same thing, for he struggled to a sitting position, gazing at me as I eased off his cock. "You haven't cum yet, Marion. Anything the matter?"
"No," I cried, feeling utterly depraved.
I didn't give him a chance to ask any more questions. With a gleeful cry, I pushed him backward and bounced on his chest, stuffing my black bush to his lips. Eagerly, I gripped his head, thrusting my cunt-lips inside his mouth. He groaned a bit, then encircled his powerful arms about my waist and sucked me fiercely.
"Suck-suck-suck," I gasped, feeling as if my womb would melt in his mouth.
He gurgled love words as he slurped on my clit and jammed his finger partly up my asshole. I cried and sobbed as a burning sensation simmered in my cunt. I had to cum. I had to fill his mouth with my love. I had to....
Deep in my bowels the orgasm exploded, shooting forth like a white hot stream of milk. Lord Bothwick cried in astonishment as a thick load of frothy cream filled his sucking mouth. I thought he might protest, but he kept on sucking and swallowing until he had drained me of my orgasm.
"I'll be goddamned," he said, lifting me off his chest and struggling to a sitting position. "First time I ever experienced that. Why, girl, you spend like a man."
"Only sometimes," I blushed. "When I'm hot I can't help myself."
He licked his lips. "Can't say it tastes bad. In fact, it tastes pretty damn good."
"I'm so glad," I said. "I was afraid you'd object."
For the next hour we lay in each other's arms, caressing and fondling each other's flesh. I came to know intimately every hair on his thickly matted body. Previously, I had thought I'd never like a hairy man, but his pelt was so soft and enticing I found myself irresistibly drawn to it. With trembling fingers I frolicked in his chest, his armpits, his pubic region.
"You like a hairy chest, eh, lassie?" he asked, laughing.
"Sign of a virile man," I whispered, thinking of Matthew Hopkins' erotic black jungle. I mentally compared Roger and Stern with Bothwick and Hopkins. Without question, the men with the heavy hair now stimulated me the most. I thanked the Great Horned God I hadn't fallen into the clutches of Hopkins & Co. I wouldn't want to get involved with our most hated enemy and find myself compromised by his hairy cock and balls.
"I love you," I cried, forcing him flat on the bed.
I mounted his organ and fucked him with complete abandon. I thought if I drew out enough orgasms he'd be so tired he couldn't leave the bed. But he must have felt the same way, for he only let me have one load sizzling up my cunt. When he had filled me again with cream, he withdrew his prick and gently rolled me to the mattress.
"Love," he purred. "I must leave you. Not 'cause I want to, but very soon the witches will be gathering. I must prepare for the ceremony. Remember, your aunt is in terrible danger."
"Oh, I forgot," I said, feeling ashamed.
"After this is over we can be together."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes, love."
"Oh, Lord Bothwick!"
"My dear, you must call me Francis."
"Francis ... Francis ... Francis...." I smothered him with kisses and with the greatest reluctance let him slide out of my grasp and depart from the room. The moment he was gone, my entire soul felt empty. I now knew I loved Francis Bothwick with all my heart and mind. I could never leave him even if he only made me his mistress. Only too sadly I realized a man of his station rarely married below his rank.
"I don't give a damn," I said to myself. "If he'll have me, I'll live with him anyway he wants."
I punched the pillow several times, pulled the covers over my naked body and closed my eyes. I However, I found I couldn't sleep. My eyes were wide awake and my body still felt the impact of the fire raging inside. I realized I had only come once while Francis had spent several times. I Sniffing, I turned over on my side, feeling sorely cheated.
I almost forced myself to sleep when the creaking floor sound brought me suddenly out from under the covers. It was Francis, I thought, come back to lay with me.
"Francis," I said. "Oh, love, come here." A light giggle made me gasp. "Who is it?" I said. "Who's there?"
The dark form came out of the blackness and slid in bed with me. I felt a small warm hand caress my breasts and hot breath whisper in my ear. "It's Gellie, love. Don't be feared."
"Gellie! OH!" I didn't know what else to say. I had completely forgotten about her in the next room. But her tongue licking my ear and her hands racing over my hot flesh stirred me to movement. "No-Gellie," I said. "Don't-please!"
She giggled again. "I seen you and him fucking, love. Gawd, it got me so hot I couldn't go to sleep."
"You saw us?"
"Yes, love. I watched from the doorway."
"Gellie, how could you!" Then I remembered I had watched them fucking together.
"His Lordship loves you, I'd say," Gellie said. "Just the way me and Roger loves each other."
"You love Roger?"
"That I do," she said, kissing my lips. "But that's no bloody reason we can't have a bit of fun now and then."
I found her logic confusing and the more she felt my body and kissed my lips, the more I kept envisioning her and Roger and myself fucking only a few hours ago. My mind seemed suddenly filled with her luscious dark blonde cunt hairs. I felt my lips part and her tongue bury into my throat.
After tonguing for a while, she tore away from my lips and devoured one of my tits in her wet mouth. While she sucked my mound, her hands fingered my cunt and my asshole, fanning the fires to the erupting point. Gasping, I crawled under her body, clutching a tit in one hand and her rich cunt hair in the other.
Gellie bit my nipple hard, then left my tit and licked her way down to my silky black pubic hairs. After chewing them for a bit, she inserted her fingers in my crevice, parted my lips and dove into my moist inner meat. The thrill was devastating. My cunt hair almost stood on end. Eagerly, I grabbed her legs, pulled myself down to her bush and thrust my face fully on her open lips.
I let all thoughts of guilt and shame flee from my mind as I licked inside her snatch and sucked her stiff clit. Her animal essence overpowered me and I felt as if I could crawl my way up into her womb. "Gellie," I murmured.
She responded with "Marion love" and sucked faster. I felt my orgasm frothing in my loins and I knew Gellie felt the same from the way she thrust her cunt in my face. I kept eating her until I sensed an orgasm about to explode. Tearing my face from her pile of wet hair, I cried, "Gellie, I'm cumming!"
"So am I, love. Suck me."
I dove back to her delicious cunt, devouring the juices as they flowed out of her vagina. At the same time, I let loose a terrific load, saturating her mouth and face with sticky cream.
Her slurping sounds as she drained me dry drove me into another frenzy. I rolled on top of her and renewed my sucking with enthusiasm. Gellie did the same and, before I knew what was happening, we both came again. My cunt felt as if bolts of lightning had shattered the insides. I couldn't get enough. I had to have all of her cunt.
Like a woman possessed, I sucked her cunt for the next hour, thrilling in the release of orgasm after orgasm from her cunt and mine. It wasn't until my eighth explosion that I felt a deep sense of weariness seep over me. When I finally slipped away from her jagged slit, my eyelids dropping fast, I felt that my most erotic dreams had been fulfilled. I gave one last lick to her clitoris and fell into a deep slumber.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The events of the following day moved so swiftly I had little time to reflect on my nightly orgy with Francis and Gellie. In fact, after a late breakfast, Gellie and I became involved as hostesses for the multitude of witches gathering at Bothwick Castle. They seemed to come from every station in life and from near and far. The only ones I knew were the members of my own coven in Chelmsford, though many knew me because of my Aunt Agnes, whom I came to realize was a powerful and respected witch.
By early evening over a hundred had come to participate in the ceremonies which they all believed would rid the countryside of Hopkins & Co. Frances moved through the brethren with an ease that spoke of his aristocratic upbringing. One and all respected him, and I suspected secretly coveted his wealth and influence. For myself I .tried to see as much of him as possible without being in his way, for I had come to look upon him as the sun in my life about whom I had to revolve.
After a huge collective meal of bread, meat, and meal, we all clambered into a great hall, where Francis stood on top of a stone altar, his arms upraised to the vaulted ceiling.
"Brethren," he shouted when everyone had sat down, "the next twenty-four hours will be the most important time in the history of our religion since the Christians first drove us underground. Hopkins & Co. must be destroyed. They must be driven from Chelmsford. They must be revealed to the world for what they are. Ruthless, savage beasts."
A great applause shook the hall until Francis called for silence. "Brethren," he shouted again, "this is our plan. Tomorrow, a few selected men and the grand master himself will ride into town to rescue Agnes Murray. While we're doing this, the rest of you will dance the Ritual of Power. This will enable us to confuse our enemies. Our chances will be greater, and with the Homed God's blessing, victory will be assured."
Again applause shook the hall. "Tonight, brethren, we will consecrate ourselves to our Lord so we may undertake this venture pure of heart. And who better to lead us in our traditional ritual and dance than Marion Sampson-the sole niece of Agnes Murray."
To my surprise, Francis called me to come forth and stand before the stone altar. Blushing, I came forward, smiling at him as he climbed down and stood beside me. He took my hand in his and raised his voice. "Marion Sampson-future high priestess of Chelmsford Coven will pay homage to the Great Horned God, before whom all living creatures on earth lie prostrate."
Francis whispered my instructions in my ear and swept out of the hall, leaving me alone before the congregation. Though I had performed several ceremonies with my aunt, I still felt embarrassed about taking off my clothes. But I realized this was my destined role in our religion and I very slowly, with a gentle roll of my hips, began to pull off my garments. I could feel the rising tension as one by one the articles of clothing hit the floor. Finally, when I stood quite naked, I could almost smell the sexual vibrations shooting about the room.
"She's Agnes' niece, all right," I heard one woman call.
"Damned if she ain't beautiful," an old man cried.
"She's worthy to be queen," one younger male witch crowed.
With my clothes removed and my body revealed, I started to dance in front of the altar, churning my limbs and tossing my hair in rhythm to an unheard tune. The congregation chanted our sacred prayer for consecration to the Homed God, swaying back and forth as my supple body danced before them. I could feel the warmest vibrations reach out to me, and though the room was chilly, my body felt hot and flushed.
"Here he is," someone cried suddenly.
I stopped dancing and turned to stare at the grand master garbed in a vast purple robe with the imitation head of a stag mounted on his head. He strode swiftly to the altar, followed by two men who dragged with them a great black leather chair. The grand master raised his arms and bellowed in a deep voice. "Brethren, as your God's representative on earth, I will receive your blessing with love and affection."
I knew that he had to be Francis and I felt everyone else thought the same, though our tradition teaches us to keep his identity a secret.
"Let us begin!" he shouted. The grand master opened his voluminous robe to reveal a perfectly formed muscular body with the hugest cock and balls I'd ever seen. I knew at once they were Francis' even though I had sucked and fucked him in the dark.
"High Priestess," he called to me. "Make proper homage to our God." He squatted in the leather chair with his legs far apart and his genitals hanging limply in front of him.
I licked my lips, smiled at his stag-covered head and danced as erotically as I could up to his magnificent prick. Bowing to him and then to the congregation, I dropped on my knees, grasped his lovely flesh piece in my hands and implanted a heavy wet kiss on the bulbous head.
When I had finished, I stood and faced the congregation. "Come forth," I Cried, "and kiss the organ of our Great God. Show him you love and worship him." I then danced to the side and watched as the multitude filed past the stone altar, pausing to kneel and plant a kiss on the grand master's prick. I noticed, with a sharp jab of jealousy, that all the females stopped longer than necessary and that many of them fondled his massive balls as their lips touched his flesh. Gellie, especially, lingered over his head until Roger Goodfellow pushed her along.
By now the grand master's cock stood splendidly stiff, a monument to our earthy, virile religion. I had no doubt that his cock was more magnificent than any in Christendom-including Matthew Hopkins.
When the last witch had kissed his prick, the grand master rose from his chair, stripped off his robe and motioned for me to come to him. He held me fast by the hand as he addressed the congregation. "Your Great Lord wishes you to be fruitful and multiply. He wishes you to eat, drink, and be merry. We have consumed the food and wine and now we shall dance."
He helped me climb on top the stone altar and then he leaped up beside me. Though I was naked and knew what was coming, I felt proud to stand by Francis. For such a privilege rarely comes to a girl of my years and I keenly sensed the honor.
"Link your arms in a great circle," he cried. "Dance the ancient round as our forefathers danced it a thousand years ago. Dance like the wind. Show your God you revere him in all things."
Grasping me by the shoulders, he bent me over until my hands touched the floor. I felt his stiff cock poke in my cunt slit, inching inside as he shouted, "Dance, oh witches, while I fuck this maiden. Dance in rhythm to my driving, godly shaft."
The congregation cheered as his prick plumbed the depths of my cunt. Though he hadn't used any lubricant, his shaft penetrated easily, filling my hole with love and beauty. I felt his own juices flow about his skin and as he started pumping I knew I'd have an orgasm in record time.
"Dance, oh witches!" the grand master shouted again.
I tilted my head toward the congregation, noticing that most of them had stripped off their clothes and were forming the giant ring which would spin them into a land of joy and contentment. I also noticed Roger and Gellie fondling each other as they linked arms in preparation for the dance.
"Dance-dance-" Francis's voice boomed over the room.
The witches stomped their feet madly on the stone floor as the great circle gained momentum in its giant spin. Faster and faster Francis fucked my cunt, shouting for the dancers to spin faster also. I felt the insides of my womb cry in pain as his great cock swelled in thickness and length. It seemed he had doubled in size and strength.
I gazed in anguish as the brethren spun madly about, arms linked in arms, feet skipping over the stone flags. I watched for what seemed an eternity, feeling my insides moan in agony as his enormous cock gouged my shattered cunt. Then, fortunately, for my pussy's sake, the dancing frenzy broke as witches by the couples spun away from the circle and fell to the ground where they immediately started copulating.
I heard Francis's voice soothe away my pain, and felt myself being raised to a standing position.
"Marion, love," he said. "They're busy now. Let's away to my rooms."
Scooping me in his arms he leaped off the altar and raced from the room. As we bolted out of the door I had one last glimpse of a hundred witches fornicating in every conceivable position on the floor. I even thought I saw Gellie and Roger sprawled on top of other bodies, humping each other like wild beasts.
Francis wasted no time getting to his quarters, which turned out to be lavishly furnished with beautiful velvet drapes and expensive hand-carved furniture. He deposited me on the bed, tore off his stag head and poured us both glasses of a heavy red wine.
"To take the chill off," he said.
"I'm all right," I answered. "A little sore, but then your prick is so huge."
He grinned enormously. "It is, eh? I'll be damned if I don't believe you like it." He drained his glass and poured another. "Marion, did you ever have any idea I was the grand master?"
I shook my head. "Not till you took off your clothes. Who could forget your lovely cock?"
He grinned again. "You're a saucy-spirited lass for a seventeen-year-old. I'd like to know where you got your experience. But I won't ask. Suffice it to say I'm completely captivated by your charm."
I felt strangely powerful as I gazed deeply in his dark blue eyes. "I love you, Lord Francis Both wick," I said.
"Damned if I don't think you do."
He poured us more wine and pulled on a sash hanging from the ceiling. When the servant came, he ordered more wine and a tray of food. I thought the servant would blink or stare at our nudity, but he never flinched a muscle. Nodding, he left the room as quietly as he came.
"Now then, Marion," Francis said. "I want you to promise me to keep my identity a secret. Your aunt's the only one who knows for sure."
"I promise."
"Excellent. Maybe in the future we can make you the high priestess of the district. Sort of my personal helper. Would you like that?"
"I'd like to be with you," I said simply.
"Damned if you're not a tempting witch. I've had many a fine cunt in my time but not one that could stiffen my prick like yours. By God, I dreamed about you after all that fucking we did last night."
"I dreamed about you, too," I lied, remembering the wonderful time Gellie and I had had sucking each other's cunt. I wondered if there was something wrong with me, for I loved Francis passionately and yet I wanted Gellie. I couldn't figure out how this split had happened, but there it was and I figured I had best make the most of it.
After the servant brought the tray and left, we lay in bed, sipping the wine and nibbling the fine cheeses. Francis took great delight in splashing drops of wine on my tits and licking them off. He wanted to stuff a piece of cheese up my cunt and eat it out, but I told him I'd rather have just his tongue or cock up there. Though I had to admit to myself I wouldn't mind a candle or two now and then.
"You're a lusty wench," he whispered softly, taking my tits in his hands and kissing the nipples.
I couldn't resist returning the caress and, as he bent over me, I wriggled under him and sucked his titties. He chuckled as my teeth grated over his nipples and my hands played with his nuts and pubic hair. But now my lust had been unleashed and I couldn't be satisfied with his chest. I had to have his meat. I must consume every inch of his cock with my mouth and cunt.
I licked down the profuse blond hair to his crotch, where my face came into contact with his poker-hard prick. Cupping his balls in my hands, I lovingly nibbled the tender flesh under the head of his cock. When I squeezed open the head and inserted the tip of my tongue in the slit, he cried hoarsely, "Damn it, Marion. That's a sensitive spot. Suck the whole thing like a good girl."
Before I obeyed my lord and master, I licked up and down the fine veins running the length of his organ. Then I teasingly opened my mouth, engulfing his lovely head with my lips. He squirmed as his shaft vanished in my mouth. Greedily, he left my tits, kissing my flesh until he reached my fine black cunt hairs. He must have liked them for he kissed my silken fluff in a way that told me he was caught up in erotic tension.
He sank his tongue into my slit, spreading the lips apart so he could scour inside. He seemed to go crazy then, for he buried his mouth in my snatch with so much force I thought he'd tear out part of my walls. I returned the compliment with glee, sucking with as much force as my poor cheeks could muster. "Come in my mouth," he cried. "Drink my spunk." We both lost ourselves in the orgy of the moment. Like demons from the Christians' hell, we ate each other until we both exploded, maddeningly, without warning. I felt my mouth and throat fill with his thick substance, and I heard Francis gurgle as my lusty load saturated his face.
"Madness," he shouted huskily, tearing away from me and leaping between my legs.
I opened wide, crying lewd words of encouragement as his cock sank in my pit.
"Lover-lover," I cried. "Fuck the hell out of me. Shove your big prick till it comes out my mouth. I want to feel your spunk fill my insides."
"Sonofabitch," he roared. "I'll fuck you to pieces "
For a moment I thought he'd rip me apart with his powerful driving cock. But before my flesh shattered, he shot another load, howling like a dog as his sperm spewed inside my cunt. He wanted to pull out, but I clung to his back, crying for him to make me cum. Breathing like a dog in heat, he plunged his organ repeatedly against my cunt walls until I finally spent. We both cried in anguish, falling away from each other.
Some time later, I rose out of the bed and poured two glasses of wine. He gratefully accepted the drink, drained the liquid in one gulp and asked for more.
"That's better," he said. "I can feel the old spark come back."
"My God, Francis," I said. "How can we take such a beating? My cunt and belly feel like hot coals have been shoved up there."
"It's love," he said. "You're so damned desirable, I could fuck you all night long."
I noticed his shaft rising and I backed away. "Francis, oh, please, I want you, but God, my cunt can't stand it."
He gazed at me with a lewd expression coating his eyes. "I got an idea, love. Here, get on your knees with your ass facing me."
I did as he asked and felt my cheeks pulling apart.
"Francis. No," I shouted. "Your cock will split me."
He got down on his knees and reamed my asshole with his tongue until the muscles relaxed. Then he rushed off the bed to a table, grasped a jar and returned to my waiting bottom. He smeared a thick glob of greasy substance into my canal and set the head of his cock to my rectum. "Bit of jelly will do the trick," he said.
When his prick gained entrance, I groaned deeply. It felt as if the hole would tear, though I didn't mind the feel of it once he had gotten most of it well inside. He very gingerly worked his organ up my ass until most of it had penetrated the outer rim. "How does it feel?" he asked.
"Good-good-" I gasped, not wanting to displease him.
"Damned if it isn't sublime," he cried. "The tightness! The grooves!"
I wriggled my hips to give him a better thrill, which seemed to please him, for he clutched my hips and increased his cock thrusts. The huge thing wormed its way into my bowels, burrowing inside until at last his pubic hairs smacked against my ass.
"Now love," he grunted, "you're going to get the fuck of your life."
I felt him raise on his hands as he started pumping his shaft into my hole. I can't explain the love pain a thick member causes to a virginal asshole. But there was nothing I could do, so I relaxed as much as I could and let him pound out his erotic fury in my dark cavern. Thankfully, he didn't take too long to spend, but when he did, I thought the banshees from Ireland had charged into the room. He howled outrageously, jerking his organ in short jabs as his cream spurted into my anal tube.
"Suffering demons," he groaned, pulling out and tumbling off the bed.
I rolled on my side, silently thanking the Great Homed God for deliverance from the pain. I lay there a few seconds before I felt his hands touching my bottom.
"No, Francis," I gasped.
"All right, love," he said. "I'm just wiping you out."
After he dabbed a towel at my asshole and dripping cunt, he turned me around and set me on the edge of the bed. He went to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and brought a glass to me. "Here, Marion, drink up. You'll feel better."
I consumed the drink in one long draught. Then I nearly dropped the glass on the floor. Standing before me, still stiff as a rod, jutted Francis' cock. Despite the wild fucking, he was still hard. "Oh, Francis," I said, paling. "I don't think I can take any more."
He set his wine glass on the floor, dropped to his knees and spread my legs. "I've got one more load in my nuts," he said. "Only one more, love." His tongue darted in my cunt and, with a painful groan, I fell flat on the mattress. I felt huge salty tears course down my cheeks as he sucked on my clit. My entire lower body burned in agony but I still felt my hips rise to meet the challenge of his tongue. "I'll try to be gentle," he said, suddenly rising to his feet between my legs.
I felt his shaft touch my cunt-lips and I forced back the scream. My mind raced chaotically for an answer to my dilemma. I couldn't disappoint him or he might seek another cunt-like Gellie's. But my pussy couldn't take any more. When his cock inched past my lips, a flash of pure erotic inspiration tore through my mind. "Francis, darling," I cried, jerking backward. "Let me suck you. I haven't had enough of your lovely cock."
He stood beaming down at me as I sat up, crawled off the bed and sank on my knees. Sighing, he patted my head and squatted on the edge of the bed. "Do you love my cock?" he asked.
"Yes, darling," I whispered as my lips enveloped his flesh.
Much to my surprise, I found my strength returning. The position greatly excited me and I threw myself on his organ with lustful joy. The velvet touch of his satiny skin and the feel of his gorgeous balls as I spun them in my hands filled me with intense satisfaction. "Francis, love," I murmured.
He fondled my ears and gently rocked forward so his cock grooved into my mouth. "Suck harder," he moaned. "I want to fill your mouth to the brim."
My hands and mouth worked furiously on his cock and balls until I heard him cry out my name. "Marion ... Marion!"
At that moment a load of his lovely cum washed the insides of my mouth. Delighted, I gurgled the frothy stuff down my L at, squeezing his nuts to drain them of the last remains of his fluid. "Enough!" he gasped, pulling out of my throat. I licked my lips and smiled up at him as he bent over to kiss my lips. "I love you," I murmured.
He quickly rose off the bed, scooped me in his arms, and bore me to the door. "To bed, fair maiden, for you," he said, kissing my eyelids. "You've had enough for one night."
As he carried me toward the stairs leading to my room, I snuggled in his strong arms. My sudden excitement vanished and I found my eyes closing and my head drooping on his shoulder. By the time we came to my room, I was half asleep and a second after he laid me on my bed I sank into dreamland. The very last thing I remember was his lips brushing against my ear, forming the words, "I love you, my lovely witch."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next day broke bright and sunny, a good omen for the success of our rescue enterprise. About ten o'clock the witches began gathering together in the courtyard of the castle in preparation for the great dance. Despite the fact my aunt was going on trial this afternoon, spirits were high and everyone seemed confident of the outcome.
At first Gellie and I wanted to stay with the group at the castle and help stir up the great force with our dancing, but Francis wanted us to go to town disguised and record the events with our eyes and memories. With Gellie and me he sent twenty strong-armed male witches, who were prepared to rescue Agnes by force if the first part of the plan failed.
"Remember, love," Francis said to me before we left. "Whatever the outcome, you and Gellie come back here. But while you're at the trial, keep your eyes open. I'm counting on both of you to give me a factual report. I want to know everything that happens. I'm planning on keeping a record of events about Hopkins & Co."
We took our leave and sped toward Chelmsford with our escort. By one o'clock we had entered the outskirts of town, secreted our horses in a friendly farmer's stable and vanished into the swelling crowds milling about the courthouse. The townspeople had a gay festive air about them and I noticed many peddlers hawking their wares. One ingenious merchant had devised a straw doll which he called the Agnes Poppet in honor of my aunt, whom they all believed would be condemned to death today.
By two p.m. a great surge of excited people crowded in the front of the courthouse, waiting impatiently for the doors to open. When the town beadle finally threw open the oaken slabs, and announced in solemn tones that the trial was about to begin, the mob nearly trampled each other to death to get to the seats. Gellie and I let them fight for the chairs, preferring to remain standing at the back near a side door.
"Silence!" the beadle's voice roared out. The crowd immediately simmered down as Mayor Parker, Judge Gardner, Dr. Calaman, and the witch hunters filed out of a side room to the beat of an iron pike a guard pounded on the wooden floor.
Everyone held their breath as Judge Gardner ascended the bench, glared at the crowd, and cleared his throat. "By the authority invested in me by his most Gracious Majesty, Charles I, King of England, I hereby declare this witch trial open," he said in crisp tones.
A rollicking "Hurrah" roared out of the crowd until Judge Gardner pounded his gavel angrily on the bench. "Any more outbursts like this," he shouted, "and I'll clear the court."
Dr. Calaman then rose and approached the bench. "Your Honor," he said, "we've tested the accused witches and have found damning evidence against them. I now ask that they be brought forth for the official questioning."
The judge nodded and a guard opened another side door. The entire crowd leaned forward as the five condemned witches, including my Aunt Agnes, filed out. They approached the long bench facing the crowd with their heads bowed low. At an order from the guard they sat down and stiffly waited for the horror to commence.
All five of the accused looked as if they had suffered abuse, but the sorriest looking seemed to be my aunt. Her usual robust vitality appeared drained and she sat quietly with her hands in her lap as if in a trance. From the way Hopkins leered at her, I knew last night Auntie had gone through the tortures of the damned. I'm sure the witch hunters must have fucked her unmercifully, for I knew my aunt had a lusty body, and I also knew the horny appetites of Hopkins, Stem, and Goody Phillips.
For the next few minutes Dr. Calaman raved and ranted on the curse of witchcraft defiling our land. Then, he nodded to Hopkins, who rose from his seat and approached Judge Gardner. Standing terrible and straight, he cast his dark eyes about the room, which seemed to chill the air. Everyone grew deathly silent, and the tension was unbearable.
I nudged Gellie and whispered in her ear. "Can you feel it?"
She nodded back. "What the hell is it?" she asked.
"They're dancing," I said. "They've unleashed the power."
Gellie looked at me as if I were mad, but then her eyes opened wide, staring straight ahead.
"What...." I started to say.
But my sentence hung in mid-air as I stared at Hopkins' purple, bloated face. His mouth hung open and his hands clawed the air. "Aaggghhh," he uttered, trying to speak.
A buzz vibrated through the crowd. Stem and Goody leaped to their feet, rushing to their partner's aid. But Hopkins waved them back, clutching his throat, kneading the muscles in an effort to force out his hateful words of condemnation.
I noticed Aunt Agnes come alive then, watching the spectacle, with a blaze dancing in her eyes. Stem must have seen her expression, too, for he suddenly darted out of his chair, thrusting a finger at my aunt. "Witchcraft!" he bellowed.
Dr. Calaman jumped to his feet and Judge Gardner leaned over the bench to gaze at Hopkins as he pounded the floor with his feet in a fume of wrath.
"By God, he can't talk," Stem shouted. "I tell you, it's witchcraft. Look at her-look at her eyes. She's put a curse on him."
Stem jabbed his hand at my aunt, who looked back at him with calm defiance. Dr. Calaman cautiously came up to her, stared in her face and then backed away as if he'd seen his own devil in her gaze.
"Evil!" Dr. Calaman shrieked.
He rushed to a table, grasped a Bible and charged toward Aunt Agnes. Holding the Bible before him, he shouted out his words in a torrent of abuse. "Filthy witch! Satan's hussy! Vile, abominable creature!"
Aunt Agnes must have known the covens were dancing, for a wicked gleam creased her eyes and she leaned forward in her chair. "May you rot in hell!" she screamed.
I thought the roof would blow off the building from the noise gushing out of the crowd. They babbled, shouted, pointing at Agnes, who sat quietly now watching the affair with amused eyes. But Dr. Calaman nearly had a stroke at her words. Pale, trembling, he backed away, holding the Bible between him and the powerful witch defying his god.
I nudged Gellie again, whispering, "The power's rising. Can you feel it?"
She shuddered, holding on to my arm for protection.
"You infamous witch!" Dr. Calaman cried.
Then the entire room seemed to tremble as if the ground shook beneath our feet. The Bible flew out of the minister's hands, crashing into a table.
The room instantly cloaked with silence. The only sound was the thud of heartbeats pounding against chests. Dr. Calaman slowly approached the Bible, bent over to pick it up, and screamed as if he had touched hot coals.
"Witchcraft!" he screamed.
A long, vicious laugh tore out of Aunt Agnes' throat. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" she cried. "Where is your god now?"
Dr. Calaman, his face furious, stormed toward her with his hands outstretched. I thought he'd strangle her on the spot, but he suddenly clutched his own throat, turned toward Judge Gardner, rasping in a strangled voice, "Can't speak!"
Judge Gardner gazed from Hopkins, he still flailed the air with his hands, to Dr. Calaman, who looked as if he were having an apoplectic fit. "Seize that witch!" Judge Gardner commanded.
Two guards leaped forward but found themselves shaking violently before her. Aunt Agnes smiled at them, raised her hand and drew a sign in the air.
"She's cursing them," a voice cried.
Then in the distance came the sound of thundering hoof beats. Everyone seemed to stop breathing as all heads turned toward the doors. Mouths hung open, eyes popped out of their sockets. In another second, whatever it was outside would crash against the door.
Violently, the oaken panels thrust inward as a horse bolted into the room. The crowd took one glance at the cloaked rider with the stag head covering his face and screamed all at one.
"Satan!!!"
Charging after the grand master rode several other witches garbed in fantastic costumes to give the impression of demons from hell. In a flurry of hoof beats they charged through the screaming crowd to the front of the room, where the grand master scooped Aunt Agnes under the arms and dragged her onto his horse. In a terrifying voice, he shouted to the bodies flying out the windows and doors. "The Great Horned God claims this woman for His own."
Gellie and I watched with tears of laughter running down our faces as the good folk of Chelmsford fainted, screeched, hollered, prayed, and bellowed in hysteria. The other accused witches found themselves swung up on horses behind their witchy riders.
Then, with a terrible banshee scream, they rode out of the courtroom, leaving only Gellie and myself on our feet. The few people remaining had fallen down in a swoon, including the infamous witch hunters, Dr. Calaman and Judge Gardner. Gellie and I waited a few minutes, taking one last glimpse at Hopkins, Stern and Goody sprawled out on the floor.
I felt strange gazing at the infamous trio who had condemned more witches than any other witch-hunting group in all of England. I hated them for the evil they had done to my people, yet, I felt oddly drawn to their blatant sexuality. Standing there looking at them, I couldn't help but conjure up an image of Hopkins' hairy body, thick cock and heavy nuts. My mind also raced over Stern's smooth hairless form and his slender lovely prick. Goody, too, burned in my vision and I knew the sight of her shaven cunt would be etched forever in my erotic thoughts.
Gellie must have felt a bit of the same way I did, for her eyes glistened with lust as she looked at them. Her hand crept in mine and squeezed my fingers. Shyly, I glanced at her and blushed.
"Oh, Gellie, let's hurry. They'll be waiting for us at the castle."
She smiled. "At the castle. Sounds like a fairy tale, love. Here we are, two blooming princesses."
"Let's not forget the lord and masters," I said, thinking of Francis and Roger.
We took one last look at the devastated courtroom and quickly left the building, making our way back to the stable and the horses. In a few minutes we had mounted our steeds and were racing through the countryside toward Bothwick Castle and a jubilant band of witches.
When Gellie and I rode into the courtyard a great circle of naked witches had already begun dancing the Hymn of Joy about the great stone altar.
"Gawd, look at that," Gellie said, her eyes drinking in the nude scene.
I started explaining what the dance meant when my eyes riveted on the two people climbing on top of the altar.
"Aunt Agnes-Lord Francis! I cried aloud.
Gellie's mouth fell open. "Lordie! What are they doing?"
I knew my voice sounded bitter but I couldn't help it. The sight of my aunt and Francis completely naked filled me with sheer jealousy. I now realized they would offer themselves to the Great Horned God in blessed thankfulness for the rescue. But I was deeply afraid my lover would get to like Aunt Agnes and would never think of me again.
"They're going to fuck on the altar," I said harshly. "My aunt's a high priestess."
"Gawd! " Gellie said.
We both remained seated on our horses, watching my aunt lie flat on her back on the altar with her powerful legs spread apart. Her massive black hairy cunt hung from her crotch like a rich fur pelt and her big tits jiggled as Francis leaped between her legs. He raised his arms to the sky, shouted, "Dance, oh, witches!" and plunged his beautiful cock up my aunt's cunt.
The tears streamed down my face as the circle of witches danced about the figures of Francis and Aunt Agnes copulating wildly on the altar. Each stroke of his cock into my aunt's jagged slit rained tears down my cheeks. His prick seemed made for her cunt and when she humped upward to meet his thrusts I thought I'd scream in agony.
"Don't cry, love," Gellie said, handing me a hankie. "Maybe it's just religious. You're a full-fledged witch. You know they do these things."
"I know," I wailed. "But I don't want him to fuck anyone but me."
The circle spun faster as Francis savagely pounded his monstrous cock into her rich black bush. They beat against each other with such force I could almost hear the smacking sounds as their thick pubic hairs crushed together.
"Oh, Gellie," I cried. "I'm so unhappy!"
She laid her hand on my arm and squeezed it. "It'll be over soon, love. Look, he must be blowing his nuts."
I wiped the tears from my eyes and watched in anguish as Francis jerked his hips furiously, grunting as he shot off into my aunt's cunt. When he finished, he pulled out and leaped to his feet.
"Brethrens" he shouted. "I have just shot my sacred spunk into the womb of our high priestess." He raised his hands to the sky. "Oh, Great Homed God, we fornicate to show you our love and devotion in delivering us from our enemies. Protect us, oh Great One, and make us fruitful evermore." The witches spun faster, chanting a hymn of love while Aunt Agnes rose to her feet and stood beside the grand master. I closed my eyes, gripping the reins, and turned to go, when Francis' voice rang out across the heads of the witches. "Marion! Marion! Come here."
I opened my eyes and noticed both my aunt and Francis waving frantically at me. My aunt then climbed down from the altar and broke through the ring of dancers. She strode swiftly toward me, her sensuous body glistening from the sweaty sheen dampening her skin. "Marion, my child," she called.
She opened her arms to me and I climbed down from the horse and threw myself on her breasts. "Oh, Auntie," I sobbed. "I'm so glad you're safe." She kissed my brow. "You're not jealous, I hope," she said. "Francis told me he was in love with you. Our fornication was only a ritual, you know."
I nodded my head. "I know, Auntie."
She placed her strong hand on my shoulder. "Come then and join us."
We left Gellie and walked back through the ring of dancers to the stone altar, where Aunt Agnes stripped off my clothes and helped me climb on top of the altar. Francis embraced me in his muscular arms, whispered, "I love you," and shouted loudly to the winds."
"Brethren, today we initiate a new high priestess into our midst. Marion Sampson-niece of Agnes Murray-will henceforth be known as Morning light-a princess in the realm of the Great Homed God."
The witches spun faster, singing a ritual chant as Francis pulled me down on the altar. He fingered my cunt slit until it loosened enough for his swollen cock. Nodding at my aunt, who stood by and watched, he set his prick to my crevice and pressed inward.
At first the pain was excruciating. But as his organ slid in and out, I felt my cunt juices flood my vagina. His massive cock gained momentum under the wetness and slowly his meat stuffed itself into my womb. When he had all of it in, he reared back his ass and pumped like a madman to the beat of my aunt's hand-clapping.
"They are joined," I heard Aunt Agnes shout. "Marion Sampson is now one with our Great Lord. Blessed Be."
"Blessed Be! Blessed Be!" shouted the spinning witches.
I felt my cunt explode under the impact of his prick burrowing deeper and deeper. My hips left the stone surface, moving to grasp every particle of his beautiful cock-flesh. My entire body felt consumed with lust. Sobbing, moaning, I cried out with all my heart, "I love you! I love you!"
"Do you hear?" my aunt shouted. "She loves our grand master. She loves our Great Horned God. She is a true high priestess. Long live Marion Sampson!"
At that moment my orgasm burst out of me in a hot torrent of love juice. I heard Francis groan as his cock sloshed in my wet juices. "I'm cumming. I'm spending my spunk in our high priestess," he shouted.
I felt the wash of his load as it surged inside of me, filling my cunt, my belly, my soul with supreme joy. In happiness, I gazed up at my lover who had just pulled out his prick and knelt beside me, his huge organ standing stiff out of his forest of black hair.
"Witches, Brethren," Francis shouted. "Be fruitful. Fornicate for the pleasure of our Great Lord."
The spinning ring fell apart at his suggestion, couples tumbling to the ground to fuck out their happiness. I lay on the altar observing the mass copulation scene with a light heart. I had spent an exciting load and had my lover's shaft sunk in me. Life was full. Life was all contentment.
"Look," Francis said to me. "There's Gellie and Roger."
I gazed at the formless blur of fucking witches and spotted them, humping each other like beasts of the fields. Then I noticed Aunt Agnes squatting on top of a long prick, her lusty ass bobbing up and down with hearty strokes. "She's beautiful," I said.
"That she is," Francis agreed. "But there's nothing on the face of this earth to compare with you, Marion Sampson."
I felt contentment melt away at his words. My cunt itched for a good fucking. My tits ached to be sucked. My mouth watered to taste his hairy prick. "My lord," I said, rising to my knees.
I swallowed half his cock with one gulp while he clutched my head in his strong fingers. His hips throbbed his meat into my mouth, gorging my cheeks to their fullest. Hungrily, I ate his organ, fondling his nuts at the same time with burning fingers. "Oh, Great Horned God," I thought, "I must have his cock always. I must suck and fuck him forever."
Suddenly, the sounds of clapping together made me pause in my cock sucking. Glancing at the crowd, I noticed to my embarrassment the witches rising to their feet, laughing, chanting, pointing at Francis and me.
"Look how my niece eats his prick," Aunt Agnes' voice cut through the air. "She's a real goddess."
Blushing, I resumed sucking Francis' cock while the witches clapped their approval. I slurped, sucked, and caressed his organ until he cried in fearful tones, "Great lord, I'm spending."
Then the witches went crazy, slapping, cheering, stamping their feet as Francis shot his orgasm in my mouth. I swallowed lustily, gorging my throat on his precious spunk until he yanked out of my mouth, threw me on the altar, and reamed his cock into my fevered slit.
"Long may they fuck!" a voice cried shrilly.
I groaned as my lover's tool pounded my trembling inner meat. I lost myself in sensation, throwing my' cunt against his manhood, flailing my arms on the altar, raving like a woman possessed of a sexual demon. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-" I screeched.
I heard Francis grunt madly as he worked for his orgasm. With eyes seared with lust, I gazed at his sweating face and then at the crowd, who had resumed their fornication. It seemed the universe had turned into one pile of sucking-fucking bodies, intent on devouring and filling every cock and hole in creation.
"Blessed be!" I shouted, feeling my own orgasm foaming in my belly. Arching my back, I howled like an animal as Francis poured his cock into my lunging cunt. Violently, screaming our lust to the heavens, we spewed out our orgasms while the witches fucked and sucked on the ground beneath us.
In the whirl of passion, I knew I had been fully ordained as a high priestess in the religion of the Homed God. I had burst the bounds of girlhood, casting aside the chains which kept me from being a woman. Now I ranked with the rest of the priestesses-all body-all love-all powerful. With my cunt full of love juice, I kept on fucking, content in the knowledge that I, Marion Sampson, had merged as one with my most precious lord and master.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AFTERWARD:
Our carefully planned rescue of Aunt Agnes Murray had a tremendous impact on the quiet town of Chelmsford. The day following the now famous ride by the "devil," the good citizens chased Hopkins & Co. out of town, refusing to listen to the pleas of Dr. Calaman and Judge Gardner. The townsfolk reasoned they had gotten the message, and if the devil were to reign in good old England, then they had better not do anything to upset him.
The infamous witch hunters still plied their evil trade though far away from Chelmsford. However, times are changing and many are raising a voice of protest against these barbarous practices. It is fervently hoped by us witches that other towns and villages will find the courage to oust these villains before they seriously injure our religion and put to death innocent people. Our town, however, need never again worry about the plague of witch hunting. Lord Francis Both wick is now our champion and has announced to everyone that he is exerting his ancient Feudal rights as protector to the citizens of Chelmsford.
Shortly after the rescue of Aunt Agnes, certain prominent people found it convenient to seek employment in other parts of the country. Judge Gardner resigned his office and retired to Scotland, where witch hunting still goes on, and Mayor Parker also stepped down from his position and went into private practice as a barrister in County Kent. Dr. Calaman, however, had better luck, for he soon received a summons from Buckingham Palace to serve as chaplain to His Majesty's Royal Guards. It is thought by many that, with his impassioned oratory, he may successfully further his career with Charles I in the growing struggle against the Puritan leader Cromwell.
My dear lusty aunt has also had a bit of good fortune, for she has met a rich merchant from Edinburgh who has fallen quite madly in love with her. He comes to see her every night and it is rumored that he rarely leaves before the cock crows. I hope these rumors are true since I dearly love my aunt and wouldn't want her to spend the rest of her life without a lawful wedded husband. Before the arrival of the Scot she had started laying every available man who could sneak away from his wife or girl friend. I don't know the absolute reason for her horniness, but I fear that she suffered so much sexual excess at the hands of the witch hunters she has grown lascivious in her needs.
My dearest friend Gellie Clark has also been successful at romance. About a month after Hopkins left town, she and Roger Goodfellow tied the knot and settled down to seriously turning out objets d'art, as Roger calls his handicrafts. Gellie joined our faith, much to Roger's delight, and seems to have taken to our creed with a lusty enthusiasm. On the nights when we dance the ancient round in the nude, she and Roger display the most energy in the ritual performance. And afterwards, when we fornicate for our Great Lord, Gellie's usually the witch who has sucked and fucked the most cocks during the evening.
As for myself, I can truthfully say I am the happiest witch in all of England. Lord Francis Bothwick has taken me for his mistress and I now live at the castle with complete freedom to lay with him whenever I choose. Francis says we can get married in a year's time as soon as I learn the craft necessary to become a high priestess of our district. At present I am a priestess of his coven, but with a little more study I will attain this exalted position.
Francis is as ardent a lover as he was when he first laid me the night I came to his castle. Though several months and numerous fuck session have gone by, he hasn't lost his lust for my body. Nightly, he rushes me to bed, rips off my nightie, and attacks me with his ravenous prick and tongue. It seems he can't get enough of my cunt, for he goes wild "whenever he sees my soft furry black mound. He also loves the way I spend against his prick and lips, and he is forever telling me I'm the tastiest wench he's ever had.
I must confess that my passion for him has also mounted until now I can barely keep my hands from his body even when I see him working or just strolling about the castle. His thick hairy body has captured my erotic fancy and I love to frolic in its matted luxuriance. His prick seems to have grown longer and thicker, if that's possible, and his nuts look like meaty oranges. I never tire of sucking his muscular meat into my mouth and then plunging it inside my ever-widening cunt. In fact, I get so excited when we're laying together, he has to control my appetite or he's afraid I'll tear his cock out by the roots.
Quite often when I'm in a fit of passion and he's not around, I sneak down to Chelmsford to see my good friend Gellie. We've been seeing quite a bit of each other on the sly even though she's happily married and I'm engaged to Francis. I never tire of her heavy sensuous tits and her hairy blonde cunt. I know she's in love with me and I give her every opportunity to gorge her erotic hunger on my body. With Gellie, I believe, I've achieved a higher degree of sexual perfection, for there is nothing secret between us and we cater to each other's whims with enthusiasm.
Lately-at least three times in four weeks-we've included her husband Roger in our sex play, though I have to admit this came about by accident. Gellie and I were absorbed in our cunt sucking one afternoon when Roger walked in and caught us with our mouths stuffed with hair. At first he was angry, but after he stopped raving, Gellie kissed him tenderly, caressing his cock as she sucked his tongue.
I'll never forget his moment of decision. He pushed Gellie from him, glanced at both of us, then shrugged his shoulders and leaped out of his clothes. In a matter of seconds we were three happy lovers, laying on the bed, sucking and fucking with all our hearts. Now I find it hard to get Gellie alone and we have to devise plans so we can enjoy our love together.
But I don't regret our orgies with Roger. On the contrary, I'm trying to think how we can include Francis in our frolics. I can imagine the four of us in one bed, taking our fill of one another with our hungry organs. I know it will take me some time to get him to come around to our way of thinking, but I'm working on it seriously. I'm even getting Gellie to visit us more often and letting the two of them alone, knowing one time I'll catch them fucking. Then, I'll join them and it will only be a short distance to bring Roger in on the fun.
From my experiences with the terrible witch mania of 1645 I can say I have only one dark secret regret. I've never told anyone-not even my friend Gellie-but I've always had a deep desire to be fucked by Matthew Hopkins. His lusty cock and hairy body still bum in my mind, though Francis' powerful passion has done much to rid my mind of this evil urge. I often see Hopkins, Stem, and Goody stripped naked in my vision in the room at the tavern, lustfully fucking Gellie and my three witch friends.
The sight of Hopkins and Stem's pricks and Goody's shaven cunt have tormented me for many a night. I keep envisioning my beautiful lithe body sprawled on a bed with the three witch hunters pouncing on my flesh. They beat me unmercifully, stuff their cocks and tongues in my cunt, my ass, and my mouth. They make me eat their organs, especially Goody's cunt, which has the taste of slightly decayed fruit. Instead of crying for deliverance, I keep shouting for more abuse, forcing them to rape me in the foulest manner.
I know these visions are evil and I do my best to keep them rooted in the depths of my mind. I hope with time and plenty of fucking and sucking the images of Hopkins & Co. will fade away, leaving me only with pure thoughts of lust and fornication. I know my sex with Francis and my orgies with Gellie and Roger will do wonders to still these nightmarish visions. In time, only the pure pricks and tongues and cunts of witches will have any meaning. Then I will be truly at one with our Great Horned Lord.
