Use Me.

The ring of trees has stood here for centuries. Some say it has seen terrible things, others to this day use it for witchcraft, and at certain times of the year, one can see the flickering light of fire between the ancient oaks. 13 trees, in a circle, dark, menacing, brooding. 

And in the centre, me, naked, kneeling, the light of the fire preventing me from seeing who is around me, but instinctively, I know there are 13 of them. 13 matters here. It has power. 

I listen intently. Voices seem to range from old to young…perhaps even teenage? When the High Priest stripped me of my thin robes, there was a murmur of approval and one or two voices stood out. A girl….definitely teenage…..and a boy, his voice not that of a child’s, yet not quite settled into his manhood voice yet. 

The High Priest takes my hand and I stand. He proclaims something in a language I don’t understand. Not Latin, nor Gaelic. But instinctively, I know it’s a question. 

He repeats it in English. “Who will make an offering to this one?” The teenage boy speaks, as does the girl, and a much older man. 

They come forward, each wearing a robe, open. From throat to ankles, but plainly nothing underneath. The boy is already hard. The girl, I notice, has pubes, but she seems to me to be at that stage, post puberty, but not yet through adolescence. The man also is erect. 

I am taken and laid on a stone altar. It looks uncomfortable, yet to my surprise, its contours seem to fit my body perfectly. I know what will happen, or at least I think I do. I also, somehow, know I am still a virgin, entirely intact and whole. 

The altar only just supports my bum. My feet touch the floor…just. The man smiles at the boy and gives an imperious gesture to him. “As she gives hers to you, so you give yours to her.” The boy positions himself between my legs. The girl kneels over my tummy and the man positions his erection at my mouth. 

The priest intones something which sounds like a countdown. At its climax, both enter me simultaneously. The man tastes salty, slightly oily, pre-cum, then? The pain lances between my legs as the teenage boy fucks me. Meanwhile, the girl crouching over my tummy is masturbating. 

The man swells in my mouth and I swallow his cum. The girl scrabbles up the stone table and positions herself over my mouth. She indicates clearly what I am to do. My tongue finds her wetness. It has a tang to it that indicates to me that she is menstruating, albeit very lightly, but then, at that age, one does. Her clit is hard, almost solid. She moans, flinging out obscenities into the remaining watchers. I hear sounds of sex common from them too. 

The boy is going to make me cum. I feel the orgasm building. I probe the girl with my tongue and find her hymen. I can't get inside her. So I refocus my attention to her clit. She cums and a trickle of wetness runs over my lips. At exactly the same moment the boy cums inside me. I feel every ejaculation, and it tips me over as well. 

As if they were never there, they are gone. The High Priest raises me from the altar and dresses me in one of the open-fronted robes. I am one of them now. It is my turn to stand in the circle and watch as the young girl is laid on the altar, and her virgin blood mixes with mine as the High Priest copulates with her. 

We are all naked, and there are no more distinctions between us. No ‘old’, no ‘young’, no ‘man’ no ‘woman’, just writhing bodies intent on pleasure, taking it wherever and however they wish. I glance over at the teenage boy who took my virginity. He is taking another teenage girl from behind. Instinctively, I know it is his sister. Two women are engrossed in a noisy ‘69’, while a man is anally fucking another. 

The young girl who sat on my face is on her knees masturbating the high priest. As I watch, he ejaculates into her open mouth. 

And me? I have a man before me and a man behind me. Both are fucking me anally and vaginally. My feet are off the ground and I’m impaled on two cocks. All I can think of….all I desire is to be filled….used…abused in the basest ways imaginable. Fuck me. Screw me. Use me. 

Exhausted and spent, we lie on the soft grass, the ancient trees providing a canopy over us. Slowly, one by one we fall asleep. 

I wake up the next morning in my bed. A dream, then? Just an erotic dream? I drink my morning coffee, and eventually rise and go for a shower. The water feels warm and comforting. 

As I look down, a single oak leaf disappears down the drain.