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The Gathering
A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say “It never happened. We were never here.” As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener’s dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate on as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories.
All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the symbol. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman’s stake of claim, as if to label me as someone’s property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.
But alas, I cannot.
The Gathering is upon me, once again.
My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter’s night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plain white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape.
A grouping of circles.
My body shudders suddenly from the cold of the room and my sweat-covered body. At least that’s what I tell myself. Tossing off the sheets and climbing out of bed I decide to go for a midnight jog.
Well, not quite midnight, but whose counting?
The cool night air feels much better on my mind and skin than I’d thought and my fears eventually drift away. All, that is, save one.
That damn grouping of circles. I find myself staring at generic patterns in an attempt to make some sense out of it. The Martins’ mailbox post and its wrought-iron rings. The Thompsons’ doorknocker. All are subtle reminders of that image, so that eventually I find myself anxious to once again crawl back into the sanctity of my bed and try and forget the dream.
Entering the apartment-complex parking lot I throw my arms above my head and walk around in a slow circle so that my blood can settle down for a bit before I make my way up the stairs. Suddenly the light to one of the rooms across the lot from mine comes on and I can barely make out two figures dancing with each other. Wishing that I could enjoy the same kind of intimate relationship I decide to let my blood simmer inside and stomp quietly up the stairs, if that is even possible.
Opening my door I toss the keys onto the kitchen counter and say a few soothing words to Oliver, my old gray Tabby, before wandering back to my room and stripping off my sweaty clothes. As soon as I’ve finished I realize that I can see directly into the room with the light on and the two figures are still dancing. Taking out a pair of binoculars that I’d bought for the weekend college football games, I steal a glance into the window and am stunned when I see two extremely beautiful women dancing with each other. One is slightly taller than the other, possibly due to a pair of fuck-me pumps, but I can’t tell from where I’m standing. Her tight black dress stops just below the cleft of her ass and the tiny straps that drape over her shoulders can barely restrain the bulge of her cleavage. Her hair is shoulder length and black, and as she tosses it to the side, to get it out of her face, a brief note of recognition flashes in my mind. But it is forgotten as soon as it appears. Then I take in her partner. This one is clad in a low cut skirt that doesn’t fall much lower than the dress of her friend. She also has on a spaghetti strap top, much too small for her full upper body figure, and, as a result, flashes a great deal of her stomach and cleavage. Her dark red hair cascades almost seductively down the curve of her back, ending just above the curve of her ass.
Immediately I realized that I was sporting a rigid erection as the two fondled each other through their clothes and I found myself tempted to stroke it a little in tribute to their little show. Then I realized what I was doing and that if anyone else was watching me watch these two girls that I could get in some serious trouble. Shaking my head I put down the binoculars and opted instead for a nice cold shower to sooth my racing heart and blood.
Resting my weight against the wall of the shower beneath the showerhead I exhaled harshly as the cool water ran down my face and shoulders, relieving some of the tension, but not enough for comfort. Just then I heard someone knocking at my door and I cursed stupid people everywhere for the late-night interruption. The knocking became louder and more aggravated just as I stepped out onto the bathroom floor and threw a towel around my still-drying waist.
“Yeah, I’m coming. Keep your shorts on!!!” I yelled down my hallway. Stomping through the apartment I didn’t even bother to check the peephole in the door before slinging it open madly. Which is why I found myself standing there in my doorway in nothing but a towel on and my next-door neighbor staring wide-eyed, with her fist hanging in mid-air where the door should have been.
Awkwardly she and I both stuttered out apologies as the embarrassment of the situation dawned on us both. She too was caught off-guard I soon realized as she stood in my doorway in just a white t-shirt, and it appeared nothing else.
“D-did you want something?” I asked, trying to hurry the situation along so that we both could return to our respective comfort zones.
“Oh. Yes. Right!” She flustered. “I heard a noise outside my door and stepped out to check it and the door locked behind me. Can I use your phone to call the landlord for a replacement?”
“Uh . . sure!” I answered a little too quickly and hopefully.
Stepping aside I let Julia walk by, stealing a quick peak at the hint of her butt beneath her shirt as her hips swayed back and forth. Julia was a cute little number; a little bit shorter than most of the girls that I knew, but her pert little ass and tits more than made up for it. Her short blonde hair, cut off just below the ear, finished off her tiny stature, making her appear all the more innocent.
“Phone’s in the kitchen.” I called as I closed and locked the front door and turned on the living room light. I went and sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. while I heard her talking to the landlord in the next room. Again my eye was caught by movement from the apartment across the way and I found myself gawking as the redhead had the other girl bent over, on all fours, and was pumping her from behind madly with a solid black strap-on. Again I felt an erection stirring and I immediately sat back down on the couch and focused on the T.V. I knew that I was pitching a tent beneath the towel, but I hoped that it would die down before Julia returned and I completely embarrassed myself.
Just then I heard the phone hit the receiver and Julia came stomping into the living room as she sulked down into the seat across from me.
“That was the landlord and he says that he doesn’t have a copy of my apartment key. Says that he gave me the copy a few months ago when I was having the remodeling done and that I never gave it back to him. So now I’ve got to wait till the morning for a locksmith. I hate to ask you this, but could I stay here tonight?”
On any other day I would have considered myself the luckiest man on earth. A beautiful girl, begging to spend the night in my apartment with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a towel to separate us. But right then I wanted to release the tension that had been building up in my balls for the past few minutes. But, I did what the nice guy would do.
“Sure Julia, you can take the bed and I’ll take the couch, just give me a bit to go get a change of clothes and you can have it.” Standing up I started my walk to the back bedroom when Julia suddenly spoke out loud.
“Oh my god, would you look at those two women!”
Turning I found myself mesmerized as the two women were now locked into a violent and passionate sixty-nine position, their heads and legs vibrating with an intensity that I’ve never seen before. I was hypnotized by their lustful sex act. That is, I was until I felt something warm wrapping around the shaft of my cock.
“Well, I guess you did get a good look at those two women.” Said Julia as she gently stroked the length of my cock that was pushing the towel away from my body. Following the length of her hand from the shoulder I saw it vanish at the bottom edge of the towel and my legs began to give a little as she stroked my shaft deliciously.
“But that looks much too uncomfortable. Let’s let you relax a little bit.” Julia added just before grabbing one of the seams of the towel and pulling it so that the self-made wrap unraveled and piled into a heap at my feet. There I stood, transfixed as I stood naked before her, my cock pointing out towards her face, like a divining rod. When I saw her lick her lips my heart skipped a tiny beat as I held my breathe in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen.
“I usually don’t do this for just any guy, but this once I’ll make an exception.” And having said that she resumed her stroking rhythm upon my member and slowly and appreciatively began to lick the tip of the head. Tilting my head back I leaned back against the back of the chair that she was sitting in as she continually devoured my head into her hot, moist mouth, running her tongue around the base of the head in tight-fitting circles. Stealing a glance I saw her pull her shirt up and over her hips as her free hand found a warm place between her legs, rubbing small circles around her clit as she savored the taste of my never-ending pre-cum.
“This is hurting my neck a bit dear, why don’t you move your leg up here so I can really get down to business.”
Following Julia’s lead I let her lift my right leg up and place my foot up on the armrest of her chair, spreading my legs wide before her, my cock pointing straight out from my crotch with its characteristic upward curvature.
Reaching forward Julia took the base of my shaft into her hand, encircling it with her forefinger and thumb as she pressed her lips against my head. Slowly as she pushed her head forward I watched inch by inch of my head, and then shaft, vanish between her full pink lips. All the while her tongue ran back and forth along the underside of my cock, moistening it as she went to make it easier to swallow.
Glancing downward I could still see her finger working away at her pussy, only now she had two fingers side by side thrusting in and out of her opening, making loud slurping noises with each penetration. Once she’d pulled the entirety of my cock into her mouth she slowly started pumping her head back and forth, using her tongue to drive me closer and closer to outright insanity. Hungry with lust after so many years of abstinence I could help but relish the delicious feel of her mouth and tongue. Placing my hand on the back of her head I grabbed a handful of hair and proceeded to thrust my shaft in and out of her pretty lips.
Removing her lips from my cock with a loud popping sound Julia took my slick shaft in her hand and proceeded to stroke it very slowly as she lowered her head and whipped her tongue out onto my balls. I moaned loudly in response as her tongue toyed with each of the balls, before she finally swallowed one of them in between her lips. Gently she suckled on the solitary nut as her hand continued its treatment of my shaft. Then she moved her tongue down and started tonguing the region of my balls closest to my ass. The sensation was peculiar at first, almost like a tickle. But soon she had me moaning in outright ecstasy. Finishing with my balls, Julia trailed her tongue back up my shaft, stopping just south of the head where she placed her lips and began to suckle powerfully, as if to give my cock a hicky. Intense pleasure shot through me as she did this, whipping her tongue out between sucks to cool the nerves a bit. Then, satisfied with her work, Julia slid her lips back over the rim of my cock and sucked it in.
Just then I looked up and caught a glimpse of the two women across the way, their bodies thrashing around wildly as they ground their pussies together in a wildly energetic climax. Julia chose this time also to begin her own orgasm as her body began to tremble noticeably on the chair and a muffled moan vibrated against my cock. Then as if to add one more chime to the chorus, I heard the hour bell go off on my alarm clock signaling that it was midnight, and I lost it.
My head felt like it was swimming through a river of warm jell-o as my cock twitched inside Julia’s mouth and six large jets of cum erupted inside her mouth. Soon after I fell off of my cloud and realized that large droplets of sweat were running down my back. I too realized that Julia was moaning deeply on the chair in front of me and was still pumping my slowly softening cock in and out of her mouth. Sighing and wiping my forehead I let my foot fall back off the chair, forcing my cock to slip out of Julia’s mouth, which elicited a short-lived pout. Stumbling backward I found myself collapsing onto the couch as every ounce of energy that I had drained out of my body. My eyes felt heavy and droopy as I felt myself nodding off to sleep.
Then I felt Julia climbing onto the couch on top of me.
“I’m sorry Julia. I don’t think I can go another round.”
Giggling, she wrapped her arms around me. “Who said you needed to? Are you satisfied?”
“And how!!” I yelled.
“Well, so am I.” She giggled again. “Now get some sleep, you’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
I started to ponder the curious nature of Julia’s words just before I found myself once again trapped within the dream that had awoken me earlier that night. And throughout the many times that I woke up beneath Julia’s sleeping body, the only constant was that damn grouping of circles.
The next morning I awoke to find myself alone except for Oliver, who made a very dramatic show of being hungry when he realized that I was awake. Stumbling half-blind to the kitchen I poured him a small bowl of dry mix and saw the note from Julia thanking me for the wonderful bed to sleep on and a few other pleasantries. Rubbing my hand through my hair I tossed on a pair of boxers and had a quick shave and shower. Then I ate a quick bowl of Cheerios and threw some clothes on in an effort to keep myself from seeing those circles. Those damn circles. But everywhere that I went . . . they were there too.
Until finally I’d had enough of it. Flipping the switch to my computer on I sat down and typed in the search “circles”, which of course gave me nothing even close to what I wanted. So then I decided to focus my search in on patterns. “Circular patterns” also came up with nothing substantial, but I did notice a link referring to archaic symbols and patterns. Adding that kind of branch to my search came up with a huge list of sites that gave me some general information, but nothing specific enough for my needs. But I looked through most of the sites for a few hours, taking the chance that I might come across something meaningful.
And finally, some time around 10:00 a.m. I got lucky. On a site almost at the bottom of the search results list there was a page detailing mathematical symbols and their pertinence and importance in ancient archaic languages and magiks. The last part of what the page talked about scared me slightly, possibly because of my recent nightmares.
Magiks?
The symbol that I had seen in my dreams belonged to a family of similar symbols known as tetragrams because of the grouping of four equally sized geometric shapes in symmetric respect to each other. When I thought of the definition the symbol of the pentagram immediately flashed into my mind and I could only imagine how that one symbol must also belong to a larger “family” of symbols, but because of its repeated appearance in witch mythology it had come to hold the family name as its own.
Next I tried to find a bit more by typing the search “tetragram” but again I came up with nothing. I tried a few more related terms to no avail and finally gave up to the fact that I’d discovered all that I could online. To find out anything else of importance I’d have to take my search to the library.
Throwing on a baseball cap and my backpack I locked the door to my apartment and jogged down the stairs and hopped into my car, revving it up and shifting it into a gear.
“Excuse me! Could you wait a second!” came a woman’s voice behind me. Turning I saw the redhead from the window across the parking lot. Shifting the car into neutral I waited for her to run up to my car in a pair of high heels and another low-cut skirt and top.
“Excuse me but you wouldn’t happen to be going to campus would you?” she asked me, with obvious need in her tone. “My roommate left this morning without me because I slept in and if I don’t make it to work on time this time I’m out of a job.”
I let a minute sigh escape my lips before I caught a brief flash of her cleavage as she bent over to readjust one of her heels. At the very least I’d get to ogle her for a bit, at a much closer view than before, so I agreed.
“So where to on campus?” I asked as she tossed her purse in beside her.
“Oh I work at the campus library.” She informed me.
“Well, you’re in a lot of luck this morning. I was headed there anyway.” I said with a quick smile. Smiling back she closed the door and I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road.
“So did you and your roommate have a fight this morning or something?” I asked.
“Do what?” She almost jumped at my question.
“Your roommate? Is that why she left this morning without you? Did you two have an argument?”
“Oh . . . heh . . . yeah.” She blushed slightly. “We had a bit of a tiff this morning and she stormed out and left me stranded.”
“Well, I guess your misfortune is my fortune, huh.” I said as I gave her my best charming smile.
Turning slowly towards me she flashed me one of those “give me a break” glances and said, “You’re not one of those guys who thinks that just because you’re giving me a ride that I’m going to fuck you, are you?”
Her open and blunt honesty caught me by surprise. “Bu . . . well, I . . . uh . . .No, of course not.” I said as I stared straight ahead.
“Damn, that’s too bad, cause I’m really frustrated right now and that would be a terrific way to start the day.”
Staring straight ahead silently I cursed myself, unwilling to press further to find out whether she was just joking or being serious.
Finally, after a quiet remainder of the way to the library, we arrived and she almost leapt out of the car before I even had a chance to park it. Reaching over the seat she grabbed her purse and turned to trot away before she stopped and turned around to face me. Leaning over she moved in close to my ear and her hand clutched the bulge in my pants.
“You know, I’d have let you fuck me if you’d just asked.” Then with a smile and slight squeeze she was jogging off towards the library, leaving me with an aching erection and a head full of confusion. Shaking my head, I took my backpack out of the backseat and locked my door and made my way into the library.
As I’d expected my search was a bit more fruitful in the hardcopy archives of the library, both in the area of tetragrams and archaic symbols in general. Twenty minutes after entering the library I had my nose buried in a pile of a dozen books pertaining to the topic that I was interested in. For the next few hours I read book after book, learning that tetragrams, like pentagrams, were used in archaic languages and could also be connected through history to the myth and hysteria of witches.
It was claimed by some that the two different families of symbols actually represented two different families of witchcraft, in reality. That the pentagram symbolized a grouping of four witches, calling themselves “corners” and usually each pertaining to one of the four primal “forces” while the fifth was an overseer or protector that the four “corners” where innately unaware of. Over time many of the people who still practiced witchcraft had forgotten the meaning of the five sides to the pentagram and often forgot to pay homage to their protector, which ultimately lead to their ruin. The tetragram however represented a family of witches and witchcraft that relied entirely upon themselves, leaving out the impact of a protector or overseer. This omission in truth was rumored to be the reasoning behind the prevalence of the pentagram witchcraft. One was more willing to experiment in the forbidden mysticisms with a protector in the circle. Instead the tetragram witchcraft relied on three primary “corners” calling themselves sisters, since they were more likely than not all female, and a fourth “center”, also known as the brother, since he was usually a male. The fourth “center” was more of a familiar to the three “corners” than an actual witch himself and usually provided the three sisters with the focus of their magical powers. Another factor leading to the prevalence of the pentagram witchcraft was the intense bonding that was required by the tetragram witchcraft. These witches made up for the lack of protection provided by a fifth entity by solidifying emotional and spiritual bonds among the three “corners” and the “center”. In essence all four beings were required not only to love the other with undying devotion, but also to commit themselves for the rest of eternity. A version of marriage that far transcended typical weddings.
Then on the very last page of one of the articles was a direct copy of the image that I’d seen in my nightmares. Reading on I learned that it was perceived to be the strongest of the tetragram sects because of its perfect symmetry and stability. All four pieces are of equal importance in the tetragram. The outer three “corners” being free to explore the uses of their “magiks” while the core “center” being held them together, forming the most stable union possible.
Closing my eyes I tried to think back into the nightmare, pushing the edges of my memory for some glimmer of recognition.
“Hey what’s up good lookin’? What ya got there?”
Slamming the book shut I looked around startled to find the red-haired girl from earlier that morning standing behind me.
Her eyes wide, she backed away a little bit. “Okayyyy . . .sorry, man, I was just coming over to see if you were up for some lunch.” Turning she moved to walk away, but I quickly leapt up and cut her off.
“No, please. That would be great. I’m sorry.”
Casting me a curious glance, she tapped her finger on one of her lower teeth as if in decision. “Welllll . . . okay, but no more freaking out on me.”
Taking me by the hand she lead me up the stairs, towards the older archives.
“Where are we going? I thought you wanted to go for lunch?”
Casting me a wicked glance she didn’t say a single word and kept on leading me further up the tall library. Once we’d reached the upper, 8th, floor she turned a right and we walked around the circular perimeter of the library floor plan.
“Care to tell me where we’re going?” I asked curiously. But “Shhhhh.” Was the only answer I got as she lead me further and further around the library. Then, suddenly she took a left turn and practically drug me down four or five long book aisles until we reached the very back of the library.
Immediately, without a single word she reached down and began unbuttoning my pants, leaving me standing there as she took my pants and boxers and pulled them down to my ankles before proceeding to her own attire. Turning she hiked her skirt up over her hips and placed one foot up on one of the book shelves, showing just how bare her crotch and ass were. Looking back she cast me a curious glance.
“Well, we don’t have all day.” She said with a grin. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get on with it and fuck me?”
Catching my bearings suddenly I gripped her by the hips and steadied her as I placed the head of my cock against the opening to her pussy.
“Wooooo there big fella! Uh uh . . . I’m a virgin and I plan on staying that way . . . you want a piece of this ass? Well that’s all you’re getting.”
Shocked and confused, I spat on my hand and lubed up the head and shaft of my cock a little before placing it at the puckered opening of her anus.
“Oh yeah, right there baby.” Spreading her cheeks apart with my hands I easily slide my entire cock head in as her ass spread wide to accommodate me.
“I take it you’ve done this before.” I asked as I slid the first inch of my shaft inside her with no protest.
“Oh yeah!” she near screamed. “Just like that baby. All the way to the balls”
I was in marvel as she pushed her hips back and I pushed mine forward in unison and the entire length of my cock was suddenly buried in her rump. I’d never seen a woman take it that way so easily before. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t take advantage of it. Taking her ass in my hand I gripped it tightly and bounced her off my hips as my cock impaled her ass repeatedly, making her moan louder with each thrust.
“If you’re not careful you’re going to give us away.” I whispered.
“Shut the fuck up and fuck my ass dammit, god I’m so close to . . . uuuuuuuunnnnnnnn.” The next thing I knew she was shaking the entire bookcase in front of us as her legs, hips, and chest heaved, shook, and trembled with her orgasm. This in turn increased my pleasure so much that I could feel the pressure in my balls nearing the point of my own climax.
I grunted in anticipation and that set her off for some reason. “Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you cum in my ass until I tell you you can! Not until I’m finished!”
Holding on for dear life I let her take over as she ground her hips hard against me, sweat and cum rolling off of her pussy and ass, soaking my clothes in the process. It was becoming harder and harder for me to keep from cumming and I told her so, honestly.
“I’m going to tell you this once. You cum in my ass without my permission and that’s the last piece of it you’ll ever get!”
Well, that did it for me. There was no way I was missing out on a second shot at this. Closing my eyes I did my best to contract my muscles and somehow managed to hold back for what seemed like hours while she pounded away at my cock. Then suddenly I felt her pulling away from me, breathing heavily as she pulled her hair away from her sweaty face and pulled her skirt down over her bare crotch.
“Not bad gorgeous” She said with a serious smile. “Tell you what. Why don’t you bring that around tonight about 11 o’clock and we’ll see about letting you finish where you left off.” Having said that she leaned down and gave me a fresh peck on the cheek and sauntered down the aisles, leaving me confused, dazed, and completely naked among the pottery and crafts books.
Pulling my pants up I gingerly made my way down the various flights of stairs until I arrived at my pile of books and my backpack. With no sign of the red-haired girl around I took my backpack and made my way to my first class of the day. I’d found out just about all I was going to find out about that grouping of circles. I still didn’t understand what it meant, but at least now I wasn’t totally in the dark.
I paid very little attention to the lectures in my classes during the day as I kept concentrating on what the books had talked about. Often times I felt myself drawing a doodle of the circular tetragram from my nightmares.
The rest of the afternoon and evening were relatively uneventful, especially compared to the vast difference in my sex-life over the past two days. No sex what-so-ever for over twenty years of trying and suddenly, bam, out of nowhere, two hot chicks back-to-back. It was bizarre, when I sat down and thought about it for a while. I knew that I wasn’t homosexually oriented, and yet I’d never once struck up a serious relationship with a girl. Not once. Never even tried. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I found girls attractive, but I just never even considered attempting relationships with one of them. Not one.
And for me, that rang just a little too close to home with what the book had talked about. Was that why I was seeing this symbol over and over? Had I seen it somewhere and was my subconscious mind trying to tell me something about my love life, or lack thereof?
Interesting questions indeed, but a thought for some other time. It was almost ten minutes till 11 and time that I made my appearance at the apartment across the complex. Tossing on my leather jacket just in case she felt like going out somewhere, I walked down the stairs and across the parking lot to the building that faced my own. Immediately I remembered that it was Halloween night as half a dozen kids in Power Ranger costumes and Jar Jar Binks masks ran by me, laughing and playing as they went. Kind of sad I guess that not many kids dressed like the ghosts and ghouls of my own childhood, but that’s the way of things I guess. Looking up I saw the light on in the apartment that I was headed too, and I took that as at least a comforting sign. Trotting up the stairs, I made my way up the three flights and lightly tapped on the door at the top, exactly where my apartment was in my building.
I heard someone yelling, “Coming!” through the door and smiled a little as I heard someone trotting through the apartment. The red-haired girl smiled warmly as she opened the door and found me waiting and quickly ushered me inside so that I could sit at her couch in the living room. Soon after she brought in a pair of champagne glasses filled with a white wine and she sat down next to me, sitting sideways on her legs.
Clanking our glasses together we each took a sip of the wine before setting them down on the table in front of us. “You know, I must admit that I’m surprised that you invited me over here tonight.” I told her in all honesty.
“Oh, and why’s that?” She said through that Cheshire cat grin of hers.
“Well, I saw you and your roommate last night by accident through the window.”
Stopping she looked at me in a bad imitation of shock. “You did! And what did you do when you saw us.”
“Well, I took a cold shower, to be honest.”
Chuckling seductively, she placed her hand on my far cheek, turning my face as she placed her lips against my own. “Well you know, you should have given us a call, instead of forcing us to send Julia over to you.” Then in a flood of thought and emotion, I pondered her words as she kissed me, and I found myself once again in the land of dreams. When my consciousness returned to me I found myself floating in some dark liquid, with tiny voices whispering all around me.
Soon I found the liquid receding and the tiny whispers quickly became louder until I could distinctly hear the voices of three women, two of which were Julia and the red-headed girl.
“Ah, I see you have awakened.” Came a third unrecognized voice. Only that wasn’t true. I recognized it quite plainly. It was Alicia, the dark-haired girl from the night before, and the third and final “corner” of the sisters. “Dear, dear Brother”. How I’ve looked so longingly towards this night.”
“As have I dear Sister” I found myself answering. “ This year has been MOST hard on my hormones.”
“So we’ve heard. So we’ve heard.” She spoke in her far Eastern dialect; an accent she’d picked up some hundred odd years in the past. “Julia here tells us that you’ve had a few women preying upon your nice-guy image. Perhaps we should do something to tarnish that image.” She continued on as she wandered around me in a circle and flashed me a wicked smile. I knew that they would have me restrained down upon the same circular table that I’d always been strapped to, my arms free to move from the elbow up, but otherwise completely incapable of movement. Above me, on the ceiling I saw the ashen image of the tetragram of our family’s heritage. I felt a stray breast graze my chin and I tried to catch it in my mouth, to no avail. Next a row of delicate fingers raked down the inside of one of my thighs, causing me to growl slightly. This was followed by a pair of lips on my chest, applying direct moist pressure to one of my nipples. Then I felt the table giving slightly beneath me and looked up to find Alicia hovering above me, completely naked except for the arcane symbols tattooed into her skin. Julia and Olivia too joined us on the table, both straddling my arms as they situated themselves in the arrangement of the tetragram.
“Tonight we renew our vows before one another, bonding us not only in the eyes of each other, but in the union of our very souls. Let this man whom we have chosen as our Center be truthful always to our love, as we are truthful to his, and to our Sisters.” Slowly I felt Alicia’s lips spread as she lowered her hips onto my waiting cock. Julia and Olivia too lowered themselves, as they each took one of the hands of their fellow sisters into their own hands, forming a triangle amongst them. My hands instinctively wandered up, my thumbs nestling in between their lips, just below the nub of their clits, and I gently pressed my middle finger against each of their asses.
All three girls moaned in unison as I groaned as I felt Alicia sliding further down my cock. “Let this Night of Souls magnify our energies as we commit ourselves to the utter devotion of our circle.” Slowly I started rotating my thumbs in circles as I pumped my fingers further and further into the girls’ rears, finding far less resistance with Olivia, which I expected. Alicia was now bobbing up and down on my cock, her silky flesh squeezing my shaft tightly with each pull away, forcing me to growl with the pent up tension that Olivia had placed within me at the library.
“Now, let our Gathering once again bear the fruit of our work. Let us . . .” Alicia’s voice faded away as I felt my senses suddenly magnified beyond all human belief. The slightest breeze was like a roar in my ears. The tiniest flicker of candlelight was like staring into the fiery core of the Sun. And the tiniest pleasure of touch. Multiplied beyond all imagination. I tried to scream, but the ability escaped me as I felt every tiny bit of flesh-upon-flesh sensation coursing through every nerve in my body.
Alicia ground her hips repeatedly over my cock as I relished in the pleasures of her pussy. The other two girls were also grinding their hips as they allowed the rhythm of the energies take over their bodies. The smooth texture of their skin felt wonderful beneath my thumbs and my middle fingers were now submerged up to the second knuckle. My heart raced in tempo with the rhythm that pulsed through their bodies. All else was lost to the passionate lust of our circle.
Throwing my head back, I noticed that the clock on the wall read 11:59 and I knew what was about to happen. I could feel it building like a storm just out of sight. You can feel the electricity in the air, the uplift of the wind, the moisture in the air, just before the clap of thunder rolls over you like an unseen wave.
That was what I felt, just before the clock struck midnight, Halloween. Suddenly all three girls began to convulse and I knew that the clock had struck. A tiny gate was thrown back and I felt a deep surging in the base of my groin. A gigantic release of pressure accompanied the flow as Alicia threw her head back and roared out her own release as my cum filled her pussy, igniting her own senses like molten lava.
That was the last thing that I remember before suddenly waking up to find all three of my “sisters” standing above me. I knew what was next to come and yet I fought it instinctively, as I always have. All three kissed me tenderly on the lips, as they joined the chanting that has filled the temporary apartment of our little ritual. Once again I shall be thrown back into my average life, on the outside unaware of the vows that bind me to them, and yet on the inside totally committed to them. As their chanting grows in volume the room begins to glow a faint yellow-orange, drowning out the shape of their faces.
Now their bodies dance around me in a circle, the tempo increasing in their voices as they speed me along my destination. Now the light has grown in intensity. A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say “It never happened. We were never here.” As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener’s dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories.
All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the shape. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman’s stake of claim, as if to label me as someone’s property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.
But alas, I cannot.
The Gathering is upon me, once again.
My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter’s night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plane white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape.
A grouping of circles.
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