A young man and his buddies come up with a sure fire way to make a Halloween party extra interesting... and get their girlfriends naked at the same time. But be careful messing with magic, especially at Halloween. And be very, very careful what you ask for, you just might get it.
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It was supposed to be a frickin' joke! It was just a bunch of Halloween mumbo-jumbo to get the girls to take their clothes off. I didn't really mean it. I wasn't trying to summon anyone... or anything. I was just trying to get laid.
The six of us boys came up with this plan over the summer. Actually, it was my idea, but everyone went along with it. As Halloween approached we would all talk about the "door to The Realm of Pleasure," and how we should have a magic ritual on Halloween to open the door. I used an online translator to create some ancient sounding Latin phrases and we bought some colored sand and some really heavy musky incense and some weird incense holders that we got online, but claimed that we had found at a voodoo store in New Orleans. By the time Halloween came around we were ready for the party. James and Will had different girlfriends by then, but it didn't make any difference. We were going to have a naked Halloween party and, hopefully, sex, sex, sex.
We didn't do anything right away. We knew that we had to work up to it as the party progressed. Besides, we had told the girls that it had to be done at midnight. So up until then it was a standard Halloween party with six couples drinking wine or beer and dancing or sitting around talking. Bob, who was dating a girl named Bobbi, told a rather raunchy ghost story that sounded like something he might have heard at a Boy Scout overnight. Other than that, and dancing to The Monster Mash, it wasn't much different than our average once-a-month parties out at Dave's dad's cabin on the lake.
Dave is my cousin, so I should probably say Uncle Stan's cabin. His mom is my mom's sister and they are very close so Dave and I grew up being close cousins. Our parties were pretty mild for a bunch of high school seniors. Uncle Stan looked the other way if we were drinking a little bit of beer or wine, but if he wasn't there, he expected everyone to be back in town by midnight. This would be our last party for the year because Uncle Stan and Aunt Margie closed down the cabin for the winter right after Halloween. And because it was Halloween, and because all of us were now over eighteen, Uncle Stan-- and the rest of the parents-- extended the curfew to two in the morning.
When midnight came around, it was time for the party to get interesting. I gathered everyone into a big circle outside and built a small fire out on the deck in a little iron firestand that they kept there for when the nights were cool. Then I started drawing lines on the wooden floor with the various colored sands. I carefully explained that each line had to be a separate color. I mumbled nonsense words while I poured the sand. Then I handed out the sacred drink that had to accompany the completion of each line.
Randy wanted to use pure Everclear, but Jim pointed out that something 190 proof is 95% pure alcohol. With the amount we would be drinking, that might kill someone, so we settled for an apple-cinnamon-flavored 80 proof Vodka that we put in a decanter with a skull on the stopper. I thought it tasted like shit, but Bob said it would be perfect. I had these special, tall, two-ounce shot glasses that were supposed to be used for ouzo or anisette, but I only filled them 1/4 full. That way everyone would be drinking a half-ounce at a time while at the same time inhaling a lot of fumes so things would hit them even faster. As leader, I filled my first shot half way, but planned to keep the rest at 1/4.
The outer circle was in red sand... one shot of sacred drink. The inner circle was blue sand... another shot of sacred drink. The first line dissecting the circle was in gray sand... one more shot of the sacred drink. The next dissecting line was a pale shade of red, followed by another shot of sacred drink. The next line was dark blue... another shot. The final line, which only went half way through the circle to where the other lines intersected, was black... one more shot. Then came the star to complete things. The star itself was in white sand. When I got done, I had a strangely-shaped white, five-pointed star inside a red circle with a blue circle in the middle and lines cutting through the star at each of the points. We, of course, had one more shot of sacred drink when I completed the star.
I set the weird incense holders at the tips of the star and called for one final shot of sacred Vodka. In total, that was eight partial shots for a total of four ounces of Vodka. For my final drink, I filled my two ounce shot glass completely full and threw it down my throat. That meant I had downed six ounces.
I really felt that last shot and could tell I was not speaking as clearly as I should when I made the big announcement. "In order for the final incantation to be successful," I carefully explained, "all of us must be skyclad."
If I had suggested that before we started, I don't think any of the girls would have agreed, but after going along with the whole ritual up to this point-- and after drinking eight 1/4 shots of Vodka-- all six girls agreed. Dave brought out six big floor pillows from the living room of the cabin so the girls wouldn't have to sit naked on the wooden floor. The guys just used small rugs that normally sat on the benches around the edge of the deck.
Once we were all skyclad, I started the final incantations. In my best Boris Karloff voice, I said, "Quod aperire ianuam invocationin in hoc mundo, et inter mundum et immundum." That was supposed to mean "This is the invocation to open the door between this world and the world of pleasure," but who knows what the hell the free translator actually came up with.
I let everything get really silent and then intoned, "Iubes me ad ostium aperire, et surrexerunt ludere incipere." That one was supposed to be, "I command the door to open and the orgy to begin."
One of the girls giggled. I waited for everything to get really quiet once again and said very slowly, "Ut me ad voluptatem mundi." I recognized "me" and I knew that "ad" meant to, so maybe this actually meant, "Take me now to The Realm of Pleasure."
As soon as I had finished, I threw the magic powder I had purchased at a magic shop downtown into the fire. There was a big puff of smoke that enveloped me. When it cleared, I wasn't on the deck. I wasn't even at Dave's dad's cabin. I don't know where in the hell I was, but there were a lot more people there and everyone was naked. At least half of them were fucking. Then it got smoky again and I was alone in a small clearing in the woods. An absolutely beautiful young woman a little bit older than me stepped up to me and said, "Welcome to The Realm of Pleasure."
She pulled me over to a small bed-like couch in the middle of the clearing and said, "This world is balanced between your world and the next."
I had no idea what she meant by that, but I nodded and said, "Uh huh."
"In order to maintain the balance of this realm," she continued, "all pleasure must be balanced out with pain."
I must have looked scared or upset on that one because she laughed and said, "Don't worry. The pain is minor. It is mainly symbolic just to please the Olympians."
