Before the afternoon had even properly started, I was asking myself why I was sticking around. I’d slept over at Geena’s the night before, excited to get some alone time with her because I knew she’d be busy the entire next day. I figured I’d be heading home before the rest of her friends came over, but she asked me to stay. I figured it was innocent, that she just wanted to spend time with me! I didn’t have any idea what was in store for the evening. 

By the time the third girl knocked on the front door, though, I already felt a little out of place. It was an all-girls afternoon before an all-girls party. And they were getting all dressed up; I knew nothing about that stuff, so I felt useless! But Geena asked me to stay, so I did. I stayed sitting cross-legged on the far corner of the bed, hanging out and occasionally chiming in to the conversation. Simple enough. 

It all changed, though, when Geena’s friends started changing clothing right in front of me. 

Rachel, ever the bold one — unsurprisingly, as Geena’s best friend — was the first to do it. “Do you think this will fit me?” she asked, holding up one of Sue’s lace dresses. Rachel dropped her pants, revealing a whole lot of nothing underneath — her pussy now out in the open, facing toward me. And when she peeled off her top, she struggled to free her chest from the constricting fabric, until her generous breasts fell out of the shirt, bouncing dramatically. I was just strong enough to catch myself staring and look away. But it wasn’t soon enough. All of them noticed. 

Rachel put the dress on, but being substantially taller than Sue, the dress didn’t even cover her ass. “Hmm, it’s really short,” Sue replied, concerned. 

“Is it? Mikey-boy, it’s not that short is it?” Wendy pushed, looking excitedly between Rachel’s ass and Mike’s face. Rachel attempted to wiggle the skirt downward, but it didn’t budge.

“Let’s see…” Rachel hummed, before bending forward. “Can you see my pussy?” 

“God–” I covered my eyes with my hands. I could hear Geena laughing at me, so I knew she was amused and not mad. 

“Come on, you’re acting like you’ve never seen a pussy before!” Rachel jeered. 

“He’s definitely seen a pussy before,” Wendy chimed. 

“Mm-hmm,” Geena finally confirmed. 

“Stop…” I mumbled; eyes still covered. 

“You’d think by now he’d be a little less embarrassed,” said Wendy. 

“I’m trying to be polite!” I frowned. 

“You don’t have to be polite around us.”

“Yeah, fuck that!” 

I was forced out of my hiding position when strong hands suddenly wrapped around my wrists and pulled my hands away. It was Rachel, suddenly looming over me. “So, tell me. Is it too short?” 

“… No?” 

“Atta boy!” she cheered and gave me a quick slap disguised as a congratulatory pat across the cheek. I offered only an awkward grimace-laugh in return. Geena giggled and went back to applying black eyeshadow as if nothing had happened. But as soon as Geena was focused, Rachel brought her face to mine and hissed, “be good.” Without warning, she flicked across both my nipples at once, making me jolt. No one turned to look. 

“How long till we have to go?” Sue asked as she unclasped her bra. 

“We have plenty of time,” Geena reassured. “There’s a reason I had you guys come over early, remember?” 

And that was the moment I knew I was in trouble. I knew Geena so well by that point that I already knew I was included in this afternoon for a reason… some devious reason. 

“Oh, right! We gotta make our offerings!” Wendy exclaimed, running over to her bag. “I procrastinated on my art history assignment and made these instead.” She set out 4 small jars decorated with vines. “Whatcha think?” 

“Ohh, they’re perfect!” Geena said with delight, selecting one for herself. “Just big enough for our offerings.” 

“Exactly.” 

I was afraid to ask, really, but isn’t pushing your limits part of what Halloween is all about? “What are your offerings going to be?” 

The girls all looked at Geena. “Hmm, a special ingredient for a witches brew.” 

I gave her a look, though she was still doing her makeup in the mirror. “… Cool?” 

“Very.” She sounded satisfied. 

“Very,” Sue echoed. “Do ya wanna help us get our offerings ready?” 

“We really need your help.” Wendy sounded honest. 

“Yeah, you’ve been useless this whole time,” Rachel said, faux-crossness in her voice. 

I frowned at the final statement but didn’t pout long. “Sure.” I was just happy to feel included. 

“Good!” Geena declared. Without missing a beat, she grabbed and swung her infamous black bag off the ground and set it on the mattress. 

“Wait, what?!” My eyes were wide in surprise, but I think that deep down I knew this was coming. 

“You’re gonna help us, right?” Rachel said, almost threatening. 

“No take-backs!” 

“Yeah!” 

All the while, Geena was smiling proudly. 

“Oh, man…” 

Seeing my apprehension, Geena approached me with care, climbing on the mattress and sitting before me. “C’mon, baby. We just wanna play.” With this, she climbed on my lap, straddling me. I was already a little aroused from seeing Rachel strip, but Geena’s solid weight across my lap made me start to truly get hard. It was clear that she could tell, as she subtly began shifting her weight atop me, causing friction against my cock. “I know you wanna play with us.” I was biting my lip and looked between her and the girls. “And they really wanna play with you too.” Yeah, she wasn’t kidding! They were looking at me like a starved dog looks at a piece of meat. …It was flattering, honestly. 

“Am I the offering?” I asked. 

“Kinda,” my goddess mused. “You’ll see, when you play along.” She said it as a statement, and that was emphasized by her hands pushing up my t-shirt. My breath caught in my throat, feeling exposed and melting at her touch. 

Rachel was the first of the others to approach us, standing at the edge of the bed with her hands on her hips. “And you are playing along.” 

“Yeah–” I finally agreed, and the tall young woman practically pounced at me. The other two girls followed suit, and suddenly I had 4 gorgeous girls tugging at my clothing. I was instantly glad I agreed. One set of hands undid my belt while the next unzipped my pants and another pulled my t-shirt up over my head. I already felt like my body was an offering to these four witches. It was Geena, though, who tugged down my underwear, and even though I was excited, I was still embarrassed as hell. I was blushing from the chest upwards because I felt so exposed to these relative strangers, but also because I wasn’t fully hard yet. I almost wanted to say wait, it’ll get bigger I promise, but I was too embarrassed to. 

“Wow, you’re handsome…” Sue mused, before a wide grin spread across her face and her hands grabbed at me again. “Turn over!” She was too small to physically move me, but it was a nice try. 

Geena’s hands, that comforting familiar touch, was what made me flip over. I’d do anything she asked. Once I was on my stomach, she asked the girls, “Someone hand me my rope. The black one.” I expected what normally came during these moments, Geena carefully folding my hands atop my back, but instead the grip was harsh, and the movement determined. I knew instantly it was Rachel, getting a harsh moment in whenever she could. My fingers squirmed, but I knew she liked that. Thankfully, it was Geena that tied the rope, however. My wrists were tied together behind my back before I was flipped over again. She bent my knees and pushed them apart, so my legs were spread but ankles were then tied together. Like this, I became forcibly exposed, my cock and hole presented for everyone to see. 

And see they did. The only girl not staring at my gaping open hole and bare taint was Rachel, whose hawk-eyed stare was trained on my face, clearly delighting in my discomfort more than my body. 

“Should we gag him?” Sue asked excitedly. 

“I dunno, I kinda want to hear him talk,” Wendy thought aloud. 

“Agreed. Can’t make a boy plead if he can’t speak.” 

Sue pouted for a second before Geena nudged her on the shoulder. “You can do other things to him, though. I know you’ve been wanting to try this out. This is the perfect opportunity. And I can help, too, if you want.” 

The smaller girl looked overjoyed at the idea of torturing me. After being handed the bag, she skimmed through the various toys before choosing, of all things, a crop. I already was clenching my muscles in anticipatory pain. 

“Start gentle,” Geena instructed, thank Christ!

“Okay.” Sue began tracing the cold, hard leather up and down my chest and stomach. Already, I was twitching at the touch. She gave me the lightest smack on the side before Geena scolded her.

“Hey! Be careful. You can’t just strike anywhere on the body. Do it like this.” She took the crop from Sue and delivered a swift strike against my exposed ass. 

“Oh! Okay.” And Sue did, giving me an enthusiastic spank. 

“Come on, you can go a little harder than that.” Rachel then took the crop and struck me herself, but far harder, enough to make me yelp and lurch. 

“Such a bad influence,” Wendy joked. “Listen. We haven’t got all day. We need to get our offerings for the witch’s party! And Rachel’s still gotta find some clothes so her whole pussy isn’t out all night.” 

“Pshh. You’re no fun. I can have my pussy out if I want to.” Rachel tugged the dress up until the hem was sitting at her hips. “Right, Mikey? There’s nothing wrong with me looking like this.” 

I managed a smile. “No, you look great.” 

“Good boy!” the teasing girl chimed. 

“I have an idea,” Geena declared. “We all have to earn our offerings ourselves.” 

“That sounds fair!” 

“What is the offering?!” I pressed. 

“Your cum.” Rachel grinned at me, before swinging one leg over my head. “Duh.” And with this, she crashed her hips down onto my face. God, she was already so wet, I felt like I had to lick her clean in order to not drown. Smothered by Rachel, I also couldn’t see what the other girls were starting to do to me. 

But damn if I couldn’t feel it. As soon as Rachel claimed my face, the other girls pounced on me again, trying to excite me as much as possible so they could win their prize. I recognized Geena’s hands first, warm strong fingers groping at my exposed thighs. Wendy’s hands went straight to my nipples, flicking and tugging and brushing against them. It was so much, I wanted her to be gentler, but with my mouth smothered, I couldn’t say anything. Sue rustled through the bag again, a sound I know so well, and when I felt a sudden soft tickling sensation against my side, I knew she had discovered the feather. Of all of Geena’s “torture” tools, I hate the damn feather the most! I yelped and twitched, the tickling sensation also overwhelming me. Sue cheered and continued to tickle me, the feather flitting about. 

When she decided to brush the feather tip against my shaft, however, is the moment when I broke, brain going fuzzy, and handed over all control of my body to these four girls. No more mental attempt at control or understanding or decision-making — I was theirs, entirely. 

Each brush of the feather against my shaft made my cock twitch. She would run the feather upward, and it would twitch toward it, as if the head wanted to be caressed by it. I was pulsing, mindless, consumed only by arousal. 

“Think I can make him cum with this?” Sue asked Geena. 

“Maybe. Here, let me help.” Then came a familiar squelch, and cold, lubed fingers started to prod at my asshole. The shock of this new sensation sent a tremor through my body, including my cock. Wendy, Sue and Geena all laughed, delighted by my evident pleasure. “Now, brush it riiight… here.” 

The feather touched my sweet spot, right at the frenulum, and my hips bucked violently upward. It felt so soon, but all the girls were so good at turning me on, especially with Geena as their guide. Sue kept her hand steady, thrilled by my reaction to her touch. That feather was so intricate and light, it was utter torture. Combine that with being smothered, the nipple tugging, and my hole being expertly prodded, it was just enough to make me cum. 

“Hmm– hmm– hmmnn!!” I cried as the sensation became too much. My hips bucked upward as much as they could, and I came all over my chest. 

The girls were cheering for Sue, but my bliss didn’t last long. 

“Stay still!”  Rachel growled, fingers suddenly tangling themselves in my hair so tight my scalp burned. 

“But it’s fun to watch him writhe!” Wendy chimed, flicking my nipple again, of course causing me to convulse. 

“Mmmhh…” is all I could muster. I couldn’t think or breathe. 

“Did you see how hard he came?!” Sue exclaimed. 

“You did fantastic,” Geena complimented warmly. “Wendy, your turn. He’s always extra sensitive right after he comes.” 

“Ooh! I already know what I wanna do.” Petite but strong hands gripped my tied ankles and shoved them upward, my feet hitting Rachel in her back and making her cuss, but both were too determined to care. Geena’s fingers left my hole, replaced by smooth plastic, and I knew what was coming. Wendy’s strap-on was infamously gigantic, and now I was expected to take it. “I wanna stretch you open. My big cock for this big boy.” Indeed, it slid in with ease. Every inch stretched me wide open, and I felt filled to the brim and then some. “Fuck. You’re so good. Such a good boy.” I moaned and shuddered into Rachel’s pussy, mouth open, consumed by lust. Wendy started to fuck me, slow and deliberate.

“Geena said your cock’s sensitive after you cum, but what about your ass, huh? Your tight hole? That desperate prostate? I need your cum for my offering, so I’m gonna milk it out of you with my thick, long cock.” All her dirty talk made me whine. All I could think at the time was yeah, I’m a cum-slut, I need to be milked…

“Cum for me, baby. Cum, cum, cum…” With every repetition of the spell-like chant, Wendy’s strap–on rubbed against my prostate; with every repetition, I whined. And she kept repeating that spell, commanding me to come, to give her my special ingredient — and I did, another violent spill all over my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever had such quick repeated orgasms in my life other than this night, but they were earned. 

“Good job,” Geena’s voice then came, warm and soft enough that I knew it was for me. Wendy’s cock slid out, and it made me realize just how deep inside she was — and I felt empty without it. But with Geena’s hands on me again, I felt reassured. Her hands were soft, warm, firm yet gentle, and throughout all the chaos I felt safe in her strength. “Here’s a present for you, baby, for all your hard work.” She untied my ankles, but I was still too overcome by arousal to know how much my lower body ached. Geena let me rest my legs and placed herself on her stomach in front of me. Still blocked by Rachel’s body, I couldn’t see her — which I still regret to this day — but I could tell exactly what was happening.

The squelch of the lube bottle was followed up with the most heavenly soft touch around my cock. Geena had enveloped my penis with her breasts. I moaned into Rachel’s flesh, and my hips began to rock up and down, back and forth, enthralled by the overwhelming pleasure of Geena’s softness around me. She matched my pace, holding her breasts together and fucking them against me, moving in tandem with my thrusts. She always knew just how to touch me, and this was perfect — the perfect present for me giving all these offerings. I was so sensitive, entire cock overstimulated. It felt like every touch was ten times as intense as normal, and her breasts lit up my entire body. Unable to contain myself, I thrusted frantically into her, body deciding it needed friction and touch and to cum, now.

And I did, this one even more intense than the last, if only because I had cum so much so quick that this orgasm made my entire body hurt. Now I was so sensitive I was almost in pain, but it was also bliss. 

So blissful, in fact, that I had barely been eating out Rachel. 

“Fuck– I can’t take it anymore. You’re all distracting him too much! I need to fucking cum!” And Rachel whirled around, now sitting on my face the other way. She shoved all the other girls off me, demanding my body to be under her control alone. Rachel grinded harder against my face, but I wasn’t expecting what came next — she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. 

I moaned loud into her flesh. She hadn’t forgotten that she needed to obtain her offering, despite also clearly wanting to cum herself. Rachel was panting through her nose, deep shuddery breaths all hitting my incredibly sensitive skin. I knew I had to focus on my mouth and get her off, but I couldn’t think, I was so overwhelmed. I did my best, but Rachel ultimately was the one in charge. She grinded her hips against my face over and over, until her body began to quake, and she moaned into my cock — and she bucked her hips down so hard I felt like she could’ve broken my jaw. A hot rush of fluid spurted into my mouth as she came, and I moaned into her. The sheer arousal of it all – this girl using my body to make herself cum so hard she squirted, all while doing everything she could to provoke an orgasm from my painfully sensitive cock, made me cum right after her, finally giving up my fourth orgasm of the afternoon. 

“Oops, I swallowed my offering… Geena, can I borrow some of yours?”