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justsonya's truth or dare game right here

Truth: Confess the Beltane cornfield story with Jessamine's coven, in an open post.
Dare: Post a solid essay decrying slash literature as detrimental to society, also open.

While I will leave it as an open post, I am going to cut it for space, and those who don't want to hear about my rather sad sex life. It is, as they say, a long story, however, it is NC-17, just to warn you all.

So, this goes back about...6-1/2 years, I think.

I was a friend of a coven called DAWN, with plans to join the next 1st. degree class. (It never happened, because, well...a lot of the members were batshit insane in that bad way.

I had been attending ritual with them for about 8 months at that point, and had gotten to know several of the members quite well. The coven was already in the beginnings of it's death throes at that point, fracturing under the strain of too many insane people.

It was Beltane, and we'd had a lovely ritual, dancing the maypole, and having a good time. Our HPS announced that we had an open invite to another coven's ritual that evening. It was being held on a large plot of land not far from there, with jumping of the balefire, and all that. Sounded like a lot of fun, and a good sized chunk of the coven was planning to go, so I decided to go as well. I changed clothes, and agreed to pick up A., one of the insane members, at her apartment, so we could go shopping.

The whole focus of this other coven's ritual was sex and sensuality. You were to show up in "sexy clothing," and bring "sensual food" to share. We got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream, which seemed to fit the bill, and showed up in low cut blouses, and skirts.

Upon arriving, we discovered that 1/2 the coven had changed their minds, and it was just us, and M. who had been unable to come to our ritual due to work, but was a slightly saner member of DAWN. M was well known within the group for his tendency to wear his ritual robe with no undies. Add to this the fact that it only hit him just below the knees, and he tended to lay somewhat spread eagle for meditation, and it made sitting across from him slightly horrifying. This night, M decided to wear what amounted to a leather loin cloth.

The ritual was nice, and I enjoyed chatting with T, a flamingly gay member of their coven, who had a serious boner for M, who was basically a greedy straight man.

After the ritual, we sat around the fire and chatted, drinking a bit (though, since I was driving, I only had one drink, as per my rules for myself--I wish I could blame it on the booze, though.)

A. got tanked, and demonstrated to one and all how she could spin a CD on her nipple, using the bar piercing to hold it in place. (Mind you, she would have done it sober, too.)

Eventually, we all decided to head out, and headed for the cars.

T followed M down to his car, and began some groping from behind, petting him under his loin cloth. A looked at me and requested that we stick around for a bit, and enjoy the show, which I heartily agreed to, slasher at heart that I am.

M had jacked off earlier that day, and wasn't able to get it up, but despite that, it was a nice show, as he sprawled on the ground at the edge of the barely sprouted cornfield, and let T go to work. A began to get excited (hell, so did I--nice show, afterall) and hiked her skirt to start touching herself. (again, nice show) I leaned against the car with her, debating hiking my own skirt, and A decided that I was too uninvolved, and decided to pet my nipple a bit through the shirt.

I returned the favor by taking over for her on her clit, and teasing her.

This ended up with her on the ground, biting into her arm while I brought her off.

By this time, T had moved up to licking M's nipples, and A took over on his cock, trying vainly to get him hard. I laid along side and spent some time making a fairly decent study of male nipples while teasing them. Eventually A got bored and offered me a turn on M's flaccid cock, so I went for it.

I have no doubt I was not the best cocksucker, considering that hello, lesbian, but I gave it a go, and at the very least got a little firsthand for future fics. M. shaved his pubes and balls, I'm assuming to make his dick look bigger, cause let's face it, he needed the help. I could totally deep throat (so to speak), and I have the gag reflex from hell (think, vienna sausage).

I'd been at it for about 30-40 seconds when our hosts came over to make sure there wasn't any problems with our cars, and caught me with my mouth full. That pretty much killed it, and I ended up utterly frustrated, and going home to play with my vibrator.

And, that's the cornfield story. Now, must think of a good truth or dare for Sonya.