The Screaming Tree - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

The Screaming Tree - A Halloween Story

... surrounded the Screaming Tree. A thirteenth set of bowls was set out directly in front of the tree.

“Stand still,” she said as she picked up one of the small brushes and began to paint stripes all the way down my body, including my face. It took her several minutes to repeat this with the other two colors, but when she was done I had three shades of brown stripes more or less all over my body. She had not applied any paint to my crotch so my prick and balls seemed to be highlighted and very visible in the moonlight.

“Now do me,” she said. Then she added, “Remember, nothing on the breasts or on my crotch or between my asscheeks.”

I didn’t say anything but just picked up the brush from the darkest brown bowl and began painting. It took me a little longer that it had her, but we were not the last ones finished. As I set down the last brush, I noticed that the Wise Woman was painting the lone female who was standing in front of the tree. The pattern of the stripes seemed somehow more... complete, and the young woman looked almost like one of the trees in the grove. When everyone was painted, the Wise Woman walked around the circle picking up the bowls and putting them in a leather bag which she had slung over her shoulder.

“You may begin,” she said firmly when she again stood in front of the tree. “Start with the flower giving pleasure to the bee.”

I almost said, “What?!” but Tracey had already fallen to her knees in front of me and was drawing my prick into her ...

... mouth.

“You must keep the time,” the Wise Woman said as Tracey began slowly pulling my manhood into her mouth and then sliding back almost off of it.

I could hear several of the other men grunting or groaning softly and soon I was a part of that chorus. I really wanted to put my hands on Tracey’s head and speed up her movements, but something told me that I had to just stand there and enjoy... or perhaps endure... this.

“Soon!” the Wise Woman’s voice called out and Tracey sped up. She also added her tongue sliding along the bottom side of my prick. I could feel my asscheeks clenching and my balls drawing up.

“Now!” the Wise Woman called out loudly and I erupted into Tracey’s mouth. It startled and surprised me that I had evidently cum on command. It surprised me even more that Tracey slurped loudly and swallowed every drop of my cum. As I spurted into Tracey’s mouth, I looked over at the tree. The lone female was laying just a few feet from the tree. Her legs were widespread as if she was trying to give the tree a direct view of her slit. She was groaning softly with her hands held tight against her cunt. That flower had given itself pleasure.

The Wise Woman walked all the way around the circle. Then she said, “It is time for the bee to fertilize the flower.”

Tracey lay down on her back and spread her legs. I was pretty sure what was supposed to happen next. I knelt with my knees between her legs and reached down to stroke her body. She began writhing at my ...