A Halloween to Remember

She removed her belt and kicked off her sandals, tossing them next to the other things. She reached under her leather mini-skirt and removed her cotton panties. She tossed them on the pile as well. She was now completely naked except for her brief skirt. She languorously arched her back and gazed serenely up at the sky. The moon was waning. She cupped her breasts in her hands, slowly caressing her stiffening nipples with her fingertips. We sat watching, entranced. Nothing could have enticed us to look away.

Cheryl turned her back to us. She slipped out of her skirt and tossed it aside. Her ass was perfect: tight, high, defined. It shone palely in the silver light. She turned around, her arms spread wide, hands facing upward in a gesture of supplication. The moon glittered in her eyes. She was a Goddess in truth: slender, slim hipped, bare breasted. Her cock was long and hard and pointed out from her trim belly like a Priapus in a Greek garden. She waited.

Someone gasped and whispered emotionally, "She's so incredibly beautiful! I had no idea she..." Then Cheryl spoke to us in a soft but clear voice: "Supplicants! I am Diana, Goddess of the Moon and of the Hunt. Mortal, I bid you approach. The time has come to fulfill your oath!"

Melanie covered the few feet that separated them. Her mouth hung open with surprise and not a little fascination. Cheryl held out her hands. Melanie hesitated for a second and then took them, raising herself up. "Kiss me," Cheryl commanded. Melanie's eyes grew big. Their mouths met in a soft but intensely charged kiss. "Now lick my nipples," whispered Cheryl. Melanie did, gently flicking one and then the other with her soft, pliant tongue. Cheryl had positioned the two of them such that we would be witness to every detail. Cheryl placed her hands gently on Melanie's shoulders and applied a soft, downward pressure.

Melanie sank down onto her knees, cupping Cheryl's high, firm buttocks in her hands.