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Subject: {ASSM} Flash Fiction: All about the circles [MF][orgy][Wiccan]
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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 04:10:02 -0400
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I looked around the circle as we held hands, in view of the stone 
pillars of the monolithic ring encasing us, the chanting group.

It was instinctive; glancing around the members of the Circle of Light 
as we began our initiation ceremony. A shiver sent my spine tingling, it 
always did. We only ever welcomed new members into our intimate group 
when the world is blessed with a black moon, and we were lucky to have 
had two in one year.

Marie and Jeffrey stood naked next to the fire, recounting our Wiccan 
chanting with nervous quivers in their voice. I remember my initiation 
many years ago: it hadn't changed much in the dozens of centuries since 
our ancestors first understood the lunar phases, and began worshipping 
the circle in the sky.

For every moment since those early days, our cult has striven to 
understood more: the orbit of the celestial body, moving in the same 
circle it did all those millennia ago. Understanding the relationship 
between the witchcraft we've adopted and the power of the moon. Building 
better places to worship, so we could understand the moon better. That's 
a circle itself.

And so, we stood in the centre of our henge. A circle of earth banks, 
containing a circle of hedges, and then a circular ring of stone 
monuments. Concentric circles that make a target, so we focus the energy 
of the moon to our new disciplines: new agents of the Circle of Light.

We would enrich their souls with the intensity of the moon's power, 
channelling their psyche with a kaleidoscope of fiery mirages than would 
strengthen their resolve through their testing times ahead. We turn them 
from mice into dragons, bringing them into our circle and embracing 
their lives.

We would make them whole.

And as our chanting drew to a close, the first package - their clothes - 
was thrust onto the fire. They repeated their pledges, drawing the 
symbols of our moon in paint, on their naked flesh. Marie smiled as the 
paintbrush swirled over her bosom; the shadows of the fire dancing over 
her naked body.

She looked gorgeous; pale skin, dark black hair, slight body with a 
strong, robust expression. We liked powerful people in our Circle and 
she was uncompromising. She knew what she wanted and how she was going 
to get it.

I liked that, we all did.

We liked her kneeling in front of the fire, pushing out her hands and 
shouting her initiation spells from our Anglo-Saxon history. The blaze 
responded; wisps of her words coaxed the smoke as it floated into the 
night sky and she thanked the moon for its blessing. Jeffrey did the same.

And then the real initiation.

She wanted to join us and we wanted to forge her body with our spirits, 
to claim her as one of our own. We needed to gift them, the 
unconquerable lifeblood of our wisdom. The gift of joining our circle.

We walked forward, closing in on them and the fire. Our cloaks bellowing 
in the gentle breeze as we approached their tentative bodies. They were 
anxious but had no need to be.

Our Grand Wizard approached Marie first, and leant her gently onto the 
small table - carved from the fallen oak. She parted her legs.

She was waiting for it, wanting it, desperate for her first blessing. 
His fingers frigged her clit needlessly before his cock was driven into 
her welcoming hole. We watched; circling them both as our Grand Wizard 
thrusted deep into her opening with muted grunts, muttering spells under 
his breath.

The fire threw shapes over her parted cleft, gratefully receiving the 
dick of our leader, ramming his manhood into the University student with 
vigorous lust.

My cock was already hard and watching her groaning and panting as his 
frantic rhythm speared her cleave was only furthering my arousal. I 
resisted the urge to play with my cock; I wanted her, I wanted to fuck 
her on the new moon as my cult watched. I wanted her body to sizzle like 
the crackling inferno metres from us as I found her orgasm with 
delightful zeal. Wiccan wisdom cannot be imparted unless she comes, and 
our Grand Wizard ended his spells with waves of his seed being pumped 
into the desperate woman.

It's my turn next: electric tension sizzles through my body as I focused 
on her, writhing expectantly as my erect cock slid into her 
well-lubricated pussy. My gown is flowing behind me, knocking on my rear 
as I thrusted into her. We're used to "Sloppy Seconds" here but who 
cares when the wannabe witch is as gorgeous as sunset on water?

Her body squealed with lust as I drove into her cunt; my hands griped 
her thighs manfully as I stared into her eyes, whispering Anglo-Saxon 
words under my breath. My balls danced with excitement, my stomach 
floated with power as I rammed my cock deep.

She needed it; her body quivering as her first orgasm ripped through her 
soul. Her eyes burnt stronger than the bonfire next to her; brighter and 
hotter than our religious inferno. She screamed with lust, and 
satisfaction, squeezing down on my cock with inflamed arousal.

It was what I needed; firing my cum into her, and panting. Semen oozed 
from her hole as the next man took his turn, and I glided back into the 
circle.

She fucked them all: every man - from eighteen to eighty - fucked that 
wiccan beauty as her body drove her to countless orgasms. Jeffrey 
watched erect, as he offered his girlfriend, smiling as she cuckolded 
him, as he delighted in her salvation and enjoyment. It's a delightful 
celebration, but he had obligations too: to suck the wisdom from our 
witches, sliding his tongue over their bare clits and drive them into 
orgasm to expel their precious fluids into his mouth.

It's needed. And every night until the next black moon, our newest 
recruits would wait for one or more of us to visit them. To fuck our 
protection into them. To keep them safe. Our ancestors believed that 
this warded off evil spirits. The frantic thrusting and consumption of 
nubile flesh for carnal purposes in view of our saviour, the Moon. They 
believed it frightened the twisted souls who infected Earth and 
protected us all from their sinister ways.

Does it work? Who cares! The initiation ceremony definitely works for me.

And Marie. And Jeffrey. And everyone else in that circle.

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