Hamish stalked through the darkness drenched forest, soaked through and bitter at his own gullibility. The rain had stopped in the last few minutes, but he doubted he would dry anytime soon. He followed a small, winding path amongst the elderly, eldritch trees - well, more an animal route than an actual path, it was overgrown with thickets, bushes, and the creeping branches of the smallest trees; all of which conspired to make his passage as excruciatingly difficult as possible.
Given all this, and given that Hamish had now decided the woman from the pub was lying, any normal person would have expected Hamish to have turned round and headed back to the hotel he had been staying at for the last few days. The problem, of course, was that Hamish wasn't normal. He was, as many of his exes had told him, excessively sexual in mind and body - the sort who could turn every comment into an innuendo and every friend - of either gender - into a sexual partner. He was also a secret believer of the occult. Not that he could do magic or knew deep and dark secrets about the origins of the world, but that he believed there were people out there who could and did.
The result of the combination of the two was that Hamish found himself at close to midnight traipsing through the thick centre of the local forest in search of witches he had been told danced naked beneath the moon.
Hamish bitterly thought back to the encounter at the village pub that had led to his "adventure". He'd been visiting the village of Combs, deep in the English countryside, on behalf of his boss at the property management firm he worked for. They had plans of, predictably, buying some property in the area. Unfortunately for Hamish, Combs was the most boring place on earth: no night clubs, no fancy restaurants, barely any shops, and definitely nowhere he could meet people for one night stands.
His excessive boredom had left him spending his free time in the village pub - the only pub for several miles. It was there today, around 6pm when he was having his dinner, that he'd overheard a discussion about witches. That had perked his interest. When he'd heard the words 'naked dancing' Hamish had turned into a full blown eavesdropper.
A bunch of the village locals had been, for some reason, talking about witches. All were in agreement about their current non-existence, but one had insisted they used to be real, hundreds of years ago.
That woman - she was of middling height, with braided hair, a delicious, curvaceous waist, and cleavage Hamish had noticed the moment he had entered the pub - had loudly told the others about how at every full moon the witches of old had gathered in the local forest to dance naked in praise of the moon goddess. Everyone, including her, had laughed; and then she had said, "maybe they still do dance naked - deep in the forest." And just like that Hamish had know what he had to do.
So that was how he found himself, late at night, miserable and cold in the middle of the forest. They had probably all been trying to trick him into doing just what he'd done. He didn't put it past the locals, they were a devious bunch.
Still, he continued. Working his way deeper and deeper into the forest, ears straining for the sound of music, eyes peering through the darkness for any sign of movement.
And then, near to an hour after he had first entered the forest, Hamish heard music. A winding, thumping tune whispered its way through the trees to him. It had a strong, rhythmic beat that seemed to chyme into his very being and make his heart jump.
A look of shocked glee consumed Hamish's face. Of course he had hoped the rumour was true... but this was almost too incredible to be real. Hamish picked up his pace in following the music, but did his best to stay silent. If there were any witches, naked or otherwise, he didn't want to let them become aware of his presence.
Soon he could spy a distant flickering light that filtered through the heavy branches ahead of him, accompanied by a guttural, wordless chanting that matched the music in a way Hamish had never thought singing could.
His heart began to beat faster and he could already feel his cock stiffening at the thought of what lay ahead.
Finally Hamish caught sight of a clearing, a blazing fire in the centre of it. He crept as close as he dared before kneeling amidst a thick bush of brambles and greenery. Hamish took in a deep breath before peering through to see why lay beyond.
Three woman stood arranged around the fire. One, the nearest, with her back to Hamish; the other two stood opposite one another such that Hamish could see the side profile of each. The fire was a tall bonfire, raging furiously it reached high into the sky - sending sparks dancing into the now dry night. In front of it a large cross with equal cross sections stood, positioned so that it made an X shape. Above the bonfire the moon hung; full, thick, and bloated. It seemed larger than normal and combined with the fire to cast strange, dancing shadows across the open clearing.
The three woman all stood with arms raised, heads slightly tilted back, mouths open to the sky, deeply enveloped in the strange melody they sung. Hamish could not see where the backing music came from.
Unfortunately the three woman were all clothed, wearing matching black dresses the flowed loosely about their legs but tightly constrained their upper bodies. The one directly in front of him had braided hair that cut off just below her shoulders. Hamish could see little else of her. The other two were easier to study. The one on the right side of the fire - from Hamish's view - appeared to be in her late 40's albeit she looked good for it. Her hair was a glinting blonde and stretched down such that it was level with her breasts. The fire flickered against her pale skin. Hamish fixated for a few seconds on her hair, particularly where it ended. It moved outwards, resting on her breasts which, despite the constrictive nature of her dress, seemed to be extremely large.
After staring at her a while longer, Hamish turned to study the last of the three woman. She was easily the oldest and looked to be at least 70. Even from a distance of ten or more metres Hamish could perceive the lines that ran across her face. She was taller than the other two. If her age impacted her in any way other than her looks it didn't show.
Shortly after Hamish had examined the oldest woman all three lowered their hands. He stiffened where he crouched, anticipation coursing through his body.
Then they began to walk around the fire, circling it, all the while continuing to sing in that strange, guttural manner. After they had all completed one circuit they began, in sync, to undress themselves. They reached up and grasped straps of their dresses that ran behind the back of their necks, untying them as one, then slowly peeling the upper half of their dresses down. All the time they continued their steady walk around the fire, their voices raised in archaic song.
Hamish watched, his mouth open, his eyes transfixed, his cock straining at his boxers. As the witch - for he was now certain all three were witches - who had first had her back to him came around at the end of her second circuit Hamish took a long look at her.
Her dress lay gathered about her waist, leaving her breasts exposed to the night air. Hamish stared at them, noting how they hung heavy, how the coldness of the air had conspired to leave her dark nipples hard and erect. It took him a great deal of strength to tear his gaze from that enticing sight and to look at her face.
A shiver of shock ran through him as he did so. It was her, the woman from the pub.
On the third circuit they finally stripped themselves fully of their dresses such that they walked and sang around the fire completely naked. Aside from their dresses they had worn nothing else. All three of them stirred a desire deep with Hamish. Each body was different. That of the woman from the pub was youthful, dark, and firm. That of the blonde seemed ripe with a sensual maturity, her breasts large but with a little sag to them, her waist and ass painted with stretch lines that only made her figure more delicious. Hamish was most surprised by the eldest woman. She was the tallest, with breasts that were small but noticeable and an ass that sagged slightly. Despite that, Hamish wanted them all. No, he needed them all.
Fully naked they paused before the fire, regrouping in a clump rather than resorting to their original positions. Then the hidden music seem to jump into a violent temp and they all began to dance.
It was no coordinated, carefully constructed dance, but a wild, violent expression of desire, sensuality, and sheer abandon.
They jumped and pirouetted, flinging their arms and legs up into the air, shaking their hips and breasts and heads in expressions of pure fanaticism.
Hamish watched and watched and watched, growing more turned on by the second. He soon found that he couldn't resist it, the three witches had awakened something feral and ravenous within him. He reached his hand down slowly and quietly, and slid it under his trousers and boxers to grasp his cock.
He experienced a second of momentary relief before he was forced to marvel at how hard and thick his dick had become. He gradually began to jerk himself off, working his hand up and down in a manner that mimicked the beat of the music, his eyes remained glued to the enchanting figures of the three witches. They danced now with their backs to the fire, facing Hamish. They twirled and spun in an exotic, sexual manner and Hamish found himself pumping his cock faster and harder.
Deep within the pleasure of the orgasm that awaited began to grow, like a soon to blossom flower, and Hamish sensed the mere miasma of the moment of fulfilled joy that he was soon to reach.
He grew closer and closer, a thin moan escaping his lips. And then he could sense his fruition, his hand moved faster, until-
Hamish suddenly felt hands grab his arms and pull him forth from the bush he had been hidden in. He looked about him in horror as the three witches cast him to the ground. He had not seen the moment at which they had stopped dancing and decided to grab him from his hiding spot.
All three continued to sing their strange wordless song, they stared down at him with cold expressions in their eyes. A sensation of terror threatened to overwhelm him, but the luring sight of their bodies kept it at bay. From his position on the ground, Hamish could see all of their vaginas with ease. He didn't bother with trying to hide his focus and instead stared at their genitals, each seemed to sparkle under the light of the fire.
Without a word of communication the two youngest witches grabbed Hamish's arms with a strength he would not have expected of them and dragged him to the strange cross positioned as an X he had first seen when he had arrived at the edge of the clearing. They strapped his arms and legs to each of the four points of the X such that he stood spread wide before them. They then cut his damp clothes from him with black knives that seemed to appear from the very air itself.
When they had finished Hamish stood strapped before them, naked, his cock still hard and pointing forward. He looked down at it and noticed that it seemed more thickly veined than normal.
The witches looked at him, still singing, and Hamish looked back, feeling a slight ring of horror that he knew should have been more intense but somehow couldn't force to be so. Instead the sensation that consumed him was that of an almost unbearable desire for each of the witches. His cock jumped as he strained at his bindings, not so that he could escape, but so that he could get closer to them.
