I glimpsed the woman around the corner and pulled back, waiting in the alley until I heard her draw near – then stepped out and opened my coat, wiggling my stiff prick. I was naked under the coat.

She stopped, then looked me up and down.

“I’ve seen better,” she commented, then paused, “and worse.”

She yelled over her shoulder, “Guards!”

I sat, dejectedly, in the chair opposite The Lady's desk. The guards stood rigidly at attention beside and slightly behind me.

“So, you’ve been rejected by women, and wanted to express yourself?”

I nodded, afraid to meet her eyes. It sounded weak, even to me.

She leaned back in her chair, then looked at me. “When’s your birthday?”

I sighed, and said, “December 21st.”

I was shocked when she roared with laughter. “Yes, I can see why women would avoid you! But you’re perfect for me.”

The Lady pulled me aside, just before we were due to go into the Hall.

“A word of advice?”

I nodded, shaking with nerves.

“The best Solstice Orgies happen when The Boy – that’s you – lets it rip. Let your urges command you. Understand?”

I stared at her, then nodded.

She patted my shoulder. “Good boy – let’s go.”

She turned from me, her robes swishing on the floor, and swept regally ahead as the pages opened the doors.

Everyone stood. They were dressed in Solstice garments – beautiful, but easily removed. The Lady swept to the dais, torches flickering behind her.

“My Lords, Ladies, and good people of the Kingdom. It is the Solstice and time to beckon the Light back into the world by offering our fertility!”

The crowd roared their approval, eager to begin fornicating.

“Here is The Boy,” she said, gesturing towards me. I stepped up onto the Fucking Stage, shaking with nerves. “And by the grace of the Gods, he turns eighteen today!”

The crowd roared and applauded. Given that most children were born around September, I was an oddity, and being born on the Solstice made it better – or worse.

“Now,” she commanded.

I opened my robe, displaying my naked body, then dropped it on the floor.

The crowd groaned when they saw my shriveled penis, but The Lady held up her hand for silence. “Bring forth the Horn of Horniness!”

I was presented with a ram’s horn, hollowed out, and filled with the ceremony’s potent aphrodisiac. Trembling, I raised it to my lips and began to drink, never stopping until finished, as instructed. Meanwhile, The Lady and her daughter, standing with her, did likewise while everyone in the audience held their cups aloft, then drank.

My fears vanished as if a fog had lifted, and I felt strong and virile.

The crowd murmured, then started to cheer. I glanced down and found my cock was now tilted up and throbbing almost painfully.

I turned towards The Lady and her daughter and lusted.

Stepping over to The Lady, I grabbed the front of her robe and tore it vertically, causing it to fall away, leaving her naked and smiling. Grabbing her tits, I pulled her onto the Fucking Stage, bent her over the bed, face first, then kicked her legs apart, revealing her puffy, glistening cunt lips.

I drove my cock deep into her cunt, causing her to cry out.

The crowd roared triumphantly, then stripped off their robes. Knots of people began fornicating in groups of two or more.

Her daughter moved forward, then dropped to her knees, back towards me, then leaned back and turned her face up under me. Bracing herself on my spread legs, she sucked my balls into her mouth, laving them with her tongue and massaging them. She began to finger herself, moaning

A page tore off his robe and advanced on me, then spit on his hand, rubbed his cock, then pushed hard it into my ass, reaching my prostate. I impaled The Lady, making her gasp, then my cock spurted heavily and repeatedly into The Lady’s clenching cunt, as her daughter cried out around my balls and the page came up my back passage.

I began to realize what a privileged position I was in when six women, looked up at my dripping cock as I withdrew it, still hard and throbbing. There was a rude scramble onto the stage as they raced each other to reach me.

They formed a circle around me, playing with themselves. The nearest grabbed me by the hair and dragged me down on my knees, then towards her waiting cunt. I went eagerly, tongue extended.

I quickly made her cum, causing her to squirt over my face, then I was dragged to the next, and the process repeated itself.

I worked my way around the circle of women, licking around their busy fingers, and, one by one, bringing the women off. Their excitement was such that each one squirted on me, gradually covering me in girl-cum.

Others saw what was happening, and as each woman fell out of the circle, they were replaced, sometimes with women, as often with men, eager to get a piece of The Boy. I kept moving, sucking and licking cunts and cocks, and received showers of cum as a reward.

Meanwhile, a woman slid under me on her back, pulled my aching cock down, and started to suck me. It didn’t take much before I came. I was surprised when she moved off immediately with my load in her mouth. She pushed another woman to the ground, spread her willing legs, then blew my cum into her cunt.

I was astonished – but distracted as another woman slid under me and grabbed my nob, repeating the process, which then happened over and over again.

As each person finished, they would immediately wiggle out and be replaced, sometimes by another woman, often by a man.

This kept up while I was being covered in cum, and spurting my cum about half as often, until even I, supercharged by the Horn, collapsed.

Panting, exhausted, I lay on the ground as more and more cum covered me, a fragrant, heaving, sticky mess.

Finally, after a long while it stopped.

“Guards!” The Lady called, snapping her fingers. Two strapping, naked guards moved forward and grasped me under the shoulders, lifting me to my feet. I was groggy and spent, and my head lolled. The crowd stilled.

“The Gods are pleased! The Sun will return!”

A cheer went up.

The Lady stepped forward, naked, a smile on her face, one hand behind her. “You were magnificent!” she whispered, putting one hand around my neck, pulling me to her, kissing me deeply – then drove the knife in under my ribs, bursting my heart.