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A Circle of Sixes Ch. 01

By: Pgup



I  sat for some time in my car and stared at the Norris building. I had worked here for over fourteen years and now it was beginning to pay off. Tim Wilson, the CEO, had called me in yesterday and informed me that the company was about to receive a huge government contract. He also said that this would necessitate the establishment of an entirely new division. Then, he dropped the bomb!

"John, how would you like to be the Associate Division Director for this new division?"

For the longest time, I couldn't bring myself to answer him. This had come completely out of the blue. I had known that we were bidding on a new, big contract, but I hadn't thought that it would involve me. Well, that isn't quite true. I knew that Dick Blake was slated to head the new division and I felt certain that he would want me as one of his team leaders, but, Associate Division Director? That had not been on my horizon. Naturally, I accepted the new appointment on the spot.

After clapping me on the back and congratulating me, Tim continued, "Naturally, since you will be moving up into the higher executive ranks, you will have to go over your personnel files again. We can't have a top executive suddenly showing up with a bad record. What might be acceptable for a team leader will not do for an executive. So, I've set up an appointment with Miss Weatherly for tomorrow morning. Think you can make that?"

My only answer was a very wide grin.

When I entered the personnel office, Miss Weatherly's secretary rose from behind her desk to greet me. I was somewhat surprised for this was a woman of at least forty. She was a large woman. Her hair was stylishly done and she presented a very attractive appearance. Except for her dress. I think it was what a woman would call, "a shirt-waist dress" and it was very plain-looking. It was beige in color with short sleeves with a white cuff around their ends. The dress had a white collar and a row of rather large buttons extending from the neckline down to approximately the middle of her stomach. All in all, a very drab-looking attire. Somehow, I had expected a beautiful , striking female for Weatherly's secretary. This was definitely not the case.

"Mr. Martin?" I nodded. "You may go right in. Miss Weatherly is expecting you." 

Anita Weatherly was the personnel director for the whole company and, as such, she possessed a lot of clout. Not only was she important within the company, but she was personally prepossessing. She was a large woman. She was easily six feet tall and that without heels. I would have judged her weight to be in the 150 to 170 range. She wasn't fat, just very large.

"Well, John. From looking over your file, I see that it hasn't been updated – except for promotions – since you first came to work here. Sooo, we are going to have to redo the whole thing. Does that worry you in any way?"

"Not at all."

"Okay, let's begin. You are thirty four?"

"Yes"

"Married?"

"No."

"Engaged?"

"No and I am not currently in any kind of relationship."

"Oh, that's too bad. Religious?"

"Not really. I was raised as a Protestant, but I've sorta gotten out of the habit of going to church."

"Then it is okay to say that you have no real religious ties?"

"Yes, you can say that."

"Smoke?"

"No."

"Drink?"

"Absolutely!"

That brought a grin to her face. "Do you consider yourself heterosexual? In other words, have you ever had a homosexual relationship?"

"Emphatically, no!"

"Sorry for these questions, but we have to be careful of what others might think – especially in our more intimate working conditions. I do hope you understand?"

"Of course and I am not in any way insulted."

"Very good. The company would like a brief resume' of your current financial status. A recent bank statement would do for this. You must understand that we wouldn't want an executive who is in debt over his head?"

"Okay. I'll contact my bank and I'm sure they'll send you a copy of my statement."

"Fine. You may have wondered why I asked about a wife or serious friend. Did you know that the company has an organization just for the wives of the members of our senior management?" I shook my head. "Well, since you aren't married, there really isn't any reason for you to know about it. That particular organization is organized and run by Mrs. Wilson, the CEO's wife. To continue with our updating of your file, any run-ins with the police? Any criminal record? We are primarily interested in felonies not run-of-the-mill traffic tickets."

"No. I've never been arrested for any reason. I'm a very safe and sane driver."

"Fine. That about finishes it. There is one other thing that I feel I should prepare you for. The major executives o f the company – over the years – have formed and currently maintain an intimate relationship among themselves and their wives. You will be expected to participate in this organization. Does that offer any impediments to your acceptance of this promotion?"

"What kind of organization? Can you tell me a little more about it?"

"Certainly. It is a sexually-oriented group that meets periodically for certain ceremonies and ... er....rather free-wheeling rituals!"

There was a very long silence while I considered all that she had just said. I found it hard to believe that all of my bosses and their wives and girl-friends got together for sex orgies. My surprise made it impossible for me to answer her.

"I have assumed that you will still accept the offered promotion so I have assigned you an office and I have delegated one of the secretaries from the pool as your secretary. Her name is Mrs. Ryan and she should already be established in your new office. She has been with us for a number of years and knows a lot about the workings of the company. Oh yes, if you have a private insurance policy – life or health – you should consider cancelling it. As a member of the executive staff of the company, you will be provided with both life and health insurance. Furthermore, you will be entitled to one physical examination every year at company expense. You can pick the doctor or I can make a recommendation from a list of acceptable physicians maintained by the company. Any questions?" I shook my head and then she continued, "There will be a get-together of the upper management group next week. It would be especially good if you were to attend. In that way, you would get to meet the entire executive branch. I'll give you more info in time for you to answer. We are hoping that you will accept the promotion. In anticipation of that fine event, good luck in your new position."

I thanked her and left. I was excited over my promotion, but there was one thing, besides this sex thing, that was nagging at me. I had seen the women who worked in the steno pool and some of them were real cuties. What bothered me was this woman's name. Somehow, "Mrs. Ryan" didn't sound all that sexy. I knew I was embarking on a big, new phase of my life, but I didn't realize just how different it would be and I vowed to myself not to let a small setback like, "Mrs. Ryan" throw me off my game.

There was one surprise awaiting me that I encountered on the way to my new office. Weatherly's office was in the upper regions of the company building. The nineteenth floor to be exact. My office was on the seventeenth floor so I strode from Weatherly's office to the elevators. When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by five women – all of whom were dressed in that same shirt-waist attire. They, like me, got off at the seventeenth floor and, from that, I assumed that they were also secretaries. But, why were they all dressed in the identically same fashion?

Unfortunately, Mrs. Ryan was just the type of woman that her name suggested. She was something over fifty, tall and rather large. Her hair was done up in ringlets in a style not seen for decades and the dress she was wearing was a replica of the others I had just seen. It hit me that all of the executive secretaries were dressed in the exact same manner! She jumped up as I entered and came around her desk to greet me.

"Hello, Mr. Martin! I am Mrs. Ryan – your new secretary. Oh, I guess I've made my first mistake! Since you didn't have a secretary, I must be the new one." And then, she laughed at her own booboo.

"Hello! Glad to meet you. You undoubtedly know that I have just been promoted to this office so, let's get off on the right foot. Whenever you and I are alone in the office, I'd like you to call me John and, if you don't mind, I'll call you – by the way, what is your name?" 

"Betty, Mr. Mar.....er .... John. I'm Betty. I've spent the time since this morning drawing our office supplies and, in general, trying to get things laid out for you. If there is anything you want, just let me know and I can get it."

"Thanks, Betty. I'm a sort of straightforward kind of a guy so I'm sure what you've gotten will do me just fine. I think it would be a good idea if I paid a call upon my new boss and get some idea of what he wants me to do. See you later."

Upon my return, Betty greeted me in something of an excited manner.

"Mr. Er...John, you have been invited to a get-acquainted party at the house of Miss Weatherly! All of the bigwigs will probably be there. 

"When is it to be?"

"This Friday night and she has had her secretary bring your costume here to the office. The big parties with all of the staff in attendance are always held on Friday nights so that the attendees have the entire weekend to recover. I understand that these parties can get rather rowdy. Sometimes, from what I hear, these parties can last the whole weekend!""

"Costume? I know she said something about a big staff party, but she didn't say anything about a costume affair. And, besides, I'm almost certain that she said it would be sometime next week. Are you certain that this thing is to be held this Friday?"

"That's what her secretary said. From time-to-time, Miss Weatherly gives little affairs for a select group of the executives and their wives. So, I guess this is what she is doing." With that, Betty shrugged her shoulders and our brief conversation was ended.

The garb that Weatherly had sent up for me to wear was just as strange as this whole affair. It consisted of a monk's half robe with a draw string around the top, sandals and a kind of headpiece. The headpiece was of the order of some of the things I had seen nuns wearing except that this was a complete cowl. When I put it on over my head, the cowl portion hid my face.

"Aha! So, this is to be a masked ball of sorts!"

For the next several days, I was busy getting in sync with my new duties. So busy, in fact, that I completely forgot Weatherly and her weird party. Then, a casual remark brought me back to the immediate future.

"Oh, John. Don't forget that Miss Weatherly's party is tonight! You are going aren't you?"

"Thanks for reminding me. I had completely forgotten about that. Yes, I intend to be there."

I didn't understand the rather happy smile that Betty gave me.

* * * * * * *

There were a number of cars lined up before the large house that Anita Weatherly was reported to own. I had no idea how many people she might have invited, but it looked like it must be quite a few. I sat there for several minutes feeling like a damn fool. Finally, I came to the conclusion that there was no need in waiting any longer so I climbed out of the car – nearly losing the lower half of my costume in the process – and strode up to the front door. It was opened by a near-naked female. I say she was nearly naked because she had discarded the bottom portion of her costume thereby exposing most of her female charms. The cowl that she was wearing concealed the major part of her head and face so I wasn't sure just who she was. She didn't speak. She just gestured for me to proceed through a wide-open doorway. There, I was greeted by the sight of quite a lot of nearly nude males and females. As I stood there gaping like a rube just out of the country, the female who had greeted me reached around my waist, undid the drawstring that held up the bottom half of my attire and let it slide to the floor. I was as naked as all the others!

A male came up to me and offered me a cup of some kind of liquid. It smelled really foul and didn't taste much better than it smelled. I sipped it and felt it burning me all the way down into my belly. It had an almost immediate effect upon my libido and I saw my member beginning to rise. I shifted that cup of awful stuff into my right hand and promised myself that I would not drink any more of it. While I was digesting these developments, I suddenly became aware of a small individual who was standing just in front of my left side. By looking at her legs and exposed belly, I could tell that this was no spring chicken. In fact, she looked to be quite old. She wasn't looking at me nor did she acknowledge my presence in any way until I heard her whisper,

"I would greatly enjoy it if you would begin rubbing me!" I was so astonished that I couldn't even answer her. "Surely, you've rubbed other females in your time? Run your hand down through my dark valley and through the chasm of delight until you reach my pearl of pleasure. Use your fingertips like this."

I gasped! Somehow, she had curled her hand under my prick and had taken a very light grip on my scrotum! Then, in a way that was designed to drive me nearly wild with excitement, she began drawing her hand along my ball-sac and thence up along the under side of my prick! After two or three of these treatments, I was shivering and pushing my hips so that my prick was dry-fucking her hand! Until this time, she hadn't said another word. Then she said,

"Your jism sources are really quite large. Can you come more than once?

"Lady, I don't know."

" Well, we shall soon find out. Now rouse my desire so I can enjoy your performance. Push your thumb into my back hole and put your two fingers into my cave of delight! Ooh, that's so good. Can your fingers go any deeper?"

"Perhaps. Shall I push them in you further?"

"Certainly, my dear boy. Push them into me as deeply as they will go.

I was nearly jumping with the results of her arousal of me so I didn't need any further encouragement to take her with my fingers! As my digits slid into her openings, she took a gentle grip on my prick and balls and began a slow, definite pulling. There was no doubt that she wanted me to follow along with her.

"Now that your force is properly arrayed before the target, we, you and I, shall storm the fortress." 

I didn't have the slightest idea of what she was talking about, but I wasn't about to back off. Her constant massaging of my balls had lifted my propensity for ejaculation to the very brink of explosion.

"Here we are. Isn't that a lovely looking castle? See the ramparts and the small doorway that they guard? You must bring your force to bear upon the castle's defenses and win your way inside."

We had stopped before the figure of another female. She was lying with her hips supported by a pile of cushions. This lifted her hips and buttocks high up into the air. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see the brown, star-fish hole between her buttocks.

"NOW! Bring your ram to bear! I shall guide your first attack!"

As she said this, this old female guided my prick straight up against the tiny portal of this female's ass!

"Attack! Attack, I say! Push your advantage until you have breached her gate. There! See how her gate crumples? Your assault force has achieved penetration! Now - expand your opportunities. Push forward with all that remains of your force. You must conquer her inner defenses before the castle will be yours! Drive onward! See how she squirms and twists in her attempts to evade your advances? She screams and she cries out for you to stop, but you must not. Push on so that you increase the exquisite pain that she is suffering! Bring her pain and enjoyment to its' maximum and she will be yours. Onward is the name of this game! Oh, oh, you have breached her last defenses! Now you are deep inside her and you are about to storm her keep. I feel the rumbling of your great weapon. Unload it upon her defenseless stronghold!"

Just as she said this, she gave my balls an added twist and I blew my jism - not once, but twice - all over the insides of the guts of the kneeling woman! Slowly, as the force of my come drained away, I fell upon her elevated body. The poor girl was whimpering and sobbing. There was no doubt that my over-large cock had done her some real bodily harm. The old female continued her monologue.

"You have conquered her! Now, and forever, she is your devadasi!"

Gradually, the agitation of my partner's body eased and she became silent.

"See how a dose of your elixir calms the defeated? But! What is this? Another foe has entered the field of battle!"

I felt the old woman using her hands once more only this time, she was parting my buttocks. Then, I knew what I was in for. I felt the head of a cock against the puckered hole of my ass! I started to rise, but the old woman was leaning on my back and shoulders so I was unable to escape this unseen attack. This enemy was not gentle. A sudden onslaught and my ass was penetrated! Nor did this cock stop upon its' initial penetration. Oh, no! It pushed forcefully and steadily deeper and deeper into my ass! These were the actions of a vengeful person. One who hated men. Now, I was experiencing that horrible, exquisite pain that the old woman had talked about. I couldn't help myself. I, too, was yelling and crying out for my unknown assailant to have mercy and pull that awful cock out of me. It was to no avail. The cock that was tearing me apart just kept on driving deeper and deeper into me until, at last, I felt my attacker's pubic hair against my buttocks. I knew that this awful cock was as deep into my ass as it could go. The pain eased somewhat and I thought that surely that cock would be withdrawn. This was not to be. Instead, it began a fucking motion in and out of my ass! Oh, God! How it hurt!

Then, a strange thing began to happen. The invading cock must have been rubbing against my prostate and, as a result, my cock was becoming hard again. The more I was fucked, the harder my cock became until it was like a bar of iron. The ass beneath me began to quiver and shake once more. After some experimentation, I was able to time the rhythm of my assailant's stokes and the two of us were vigorously fucking another's ass! The person, whoever it was who was plastered against my backside, leaned over me and whispered,

"Now you are one of us!"

Surprisingly, I felt a sense of belonging.

We continued our threesome fucking until both my attacker and I exploded in each ass receptacle. This was my finish and I slowly collapsed. This must also have been the end for my attacker and my prey for, as I rolled over onto my side, so did the others. I was looking into the face of my attacker and I was aghast with the surprise it gave me. I was staring directly into the face of Anita Weatherly! I hurriedly glanced downward along her body and saw that she was sporting a rather large male cock! She merely smiled at my astonishment.

I thought, "MY GOD! She's a transvestite!" 

While I was inspecting Weatherly's cock, I felt the female I had fucked rubbing my shoulder. Just as I turned to see who this might be, I heard,

"Aren't you glad you came tonight? And I must say, John, you are one very good sized boy! I shall be sore tomorrow."

Once more, I was astounded when I discovered that I had been fucking my secretary, Betty!

"John, I've had enough for one night. Could you give me a ride home?"

"Don't you have a car?"

"Yes. But it is in the shop and I had to get a ride with one of the other girls. Knowing the kind of sex fiend that she is, I know she won't be leaving very soon. So, if you could just do me this one favor?"


A Circle of Sixes Ch. 01



"Sure, Betty, I'd be glad to help out. Besides, maybe you can explain some of this stuff to me on the way. How do we get out of here?"

"Come on. Follow me."

She led me back out to the foyer where she instructed me to: 'just take anyone of the costume bottoms. It doesn't matter 'cause they are all alike.'

In a matter of minutes, we were in my car and headed towards Betty's apartment building. 



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 02



We hadn't any more than gotten started when Betty reached over and ran her hand up under the, 'skirt' I was wearing. I flinched when her fingers closed around my deflated cock.

"What's the matter? I thought you would like this."

"I do, but you caught me by surprise. Now, suppose you tell me what tonight's actions were all about? Was this some kind of initiation?"

"That's it exactly. You were being initiated into the executive group of the company."

"But, isn't this just a little extreme? Couldn't I just shake hands with the CEO or something like that?"

"Sorry, John, but this organization doesn't work like that."

"But, how did something like this get started in the first place?"

"From what I have been told, it all started with Paula Wilson."

"The CEO's wife?"

"Yes. As the story goes, her mother died when she was quite young and her father shipped her off to a so-called finishing school. Only it was more of a sex training school than a social academy. Evidently, they exposed the young Paula to many ideas regarding sexual unions and means of sexually controlling others. Their curriculum included the teaching and practice of many different kinds and methods of sexual experimentation and gratification."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one thing, they taught her that, if a male fucks a female in the ass and she doesn't get angry and fight him, then she will be his sex partner for life. In other words, fucking a female in her dark valley is a way of controlling her. I guess the really big thing they taught her was that love and sex need not necessarily go together. That fucking can be fun without a lifetime commitment. From this point, she got the idea that this would be a great way to shape company policy and to cement company loyalty. So, when Tim was made CEO, she put her plans into effect."

"Is that why all of you women are dressed alike?"

"Yes. Every female who works for one of the executives must agree to two conditions. She must attend the same finishing school as Paula attended and she must be prepared to have sex with any of the executives when and where they wish it. It goes without saying, that she should be at least a partial nympho. By the way, they must have high expectations for you."

"Why is that?"

"Usually, one of the male executives does the initiating of new male bosses, but, tonight, Anita -- herself -- initiated you! That only happens with very important newcomers. You've got to admit that getting her cock rammed up into your ass made you feel like a real member of the group."

As strange as it may seem, I had felt a sense of belonging. But, I didn't want to admit it to Betty. So, I could only nod at this statement.

"Whoa! Turn in here! This is my building. Will you come up so we can talk for a while?"

"Yes, I think I need to talk with you so I can get my feet on the ground. I thought I knew a lot about this company, but obviously I don't."

As we entered Betty's apartment, I got my first real look at her. She quickly shed her costume and flopped down into a kind of lounge chair. Her body was full with not much of a waistline. Her face had an impish grin and there was a definite challenge in her eyes. From somewhere, she had picked up a soda straw and she was using that to pull my attention to the nipple on her right tit. Her tits were large with light areolas and pinkish nipples. Her thighs were large, but not fat and her crotch was covered by a dark black patch of pubic hair. I couldn't help myself so I stared hard at her cunt area. It was then that I realized that patch of pubic hair extended downwards into the crack of her, 'dark valley'. Her left hand had fallen -- as if it were an accident - so that her fingers were pointing to the faint pinkish slit that I could just make out through her pubic hair. My eyes devoured her exposed sex opening. I noticed a small tattoo just above and to the right of her vaginal opening.

"I see that you have a tattoo. Isn't that a little daring?"

"No, John. What you are seeing is not a tattoo. It is a birth mark!" Her grin widened and her eyes bored into mine. "And, I'll just bet that you have the identical mark on your belly, too. 

"Well, I do have a birthmark, but its' no big thing."

"Is it a circle of small figures?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Let me look."

She rose and came over to me. I pulled up that costume skirt and she peered at the marking on my belly. Then, she let out a, 'WHOOP!" and began dancing around the room.

"You've got it! You've got it! You've got the sign and the balls to go with it!"

"Settle down, Betty. What in hell are you talking about?"

"Johnny, my dear, you are a cambion just like me!"

Now, I was flabbergasted. I had no idea what she was talking about and I couldn't get her to settle down. Finally, I grabbed her about the shoulders and threw her onto the floor!

"Now! Tell me what has gotten you so excited."

"Oh, Johnny. Put your cock in me and then we can talk." 

She had maneuvered herself so that she was directly under me and, when she wrapped her legs around me and pulled her hips up to me, there was literally no resistance as my cock slid through her pubic hair and straight into her cunt! She let out a huge sigh of what could only be described as pleasure. Then, she continued with her story,

"That circle on your belly means we are a team. I am a succubus and you are an incubus! We are going to fuck all kinds of humans and we are going to make babies in the bellies of their women!"

I stared at her in amazement.

"You must be kidding. What are these figures that have gotten you so riled up?"

"Johnny, that circle on your belly contains the three numbers, '6-6-6'. Do you recognize that number from your church lessons?"

I had to admit that the number meant nothing to me and I said so.

"Johnny, those numbers are the sign of the devil! You and I are part human, but also part demon! How much of a demon we are remains to be seen, but we definitely are creatures from hell!"

You can well imagine the shock that statement gave to my intelligence and to my nervous system. Betty was telling me that I was some kind of hellish demon and I couldn't come to terms with that. I was certain in my own mind that Betty was as crazy as a loon so I tried talking to her in a sane manner as though I accepted all that she was saying."And, just how are we going to do this? I am well aware that I can impregnate women, but you?"

"Oh, don't stop fucking me! I need it badly. I didn't get my full share of fucking tonight and I long for more. Much more! I can talk and fuck at the same time so stab me, baby! Stab me as deeply as you can!" I jammed my cock completely into her belly. So much so that she winced. She took a deep breath and then continued speaking, "Honey, you can't impregnate women. With the huge balls that you've got, you can fuck them until the cows come home, but you are unable to impregnate them. The stuff you shoot into their cunts won't do that even when you douse their insides with gallons of your jism. You need to spread sperm from a male human inside of them to give them babies!"

"You must be wrong. There's no way we can do that."

"There surely is. Now, listen to me. I will fuck the human males and they will shoot their sperm into me. I am shaped so that their sperm will not run out of me and I assure you that I will never take a douche before we can be together, I can see that you are not circumcised so, when your cock goes into my cunt, your foreskin will slide back and the head of your cock will be covered with the male's sperm. Then, when you fuck the woman, your foreskin will again slide back exposing your sperm-covered cock head. Very soon thereafter, she may well be with child and, in a matter of months, a new cambion will be born!"

"Won't my ejaculate wash the human's sperm off of my cock head?"

"Only around the very tip of your cock. Look, Johnny. This procedure has worked for hundreds of years and it will continue to work for as long as you and I live. I do have to admit that it is not fool-proof or else there would be many, many cambions running around this earth. Instead of just the few of us. Sometimes, it just won't work, but, then, there are times when it does. Johnny, you have got to realize that your purpose here on earth is to fuck as many human females as you can! My purpose is the same only I am to fuck as many males as I can. As you become more accustomed to your place in this scheme of things, you will find that you will hunger for each and every cunt you meet. Tell me, Johnny. Have you ever fucked your mother?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"Believe me, you will. That is if you ever see her again. Once you look upon her, you will be driven to fuck her and, you will probably be surprised at how eager she is to have you fuck her. Once one of these human females tastes the cock of an incubus, they hunger for it for all of the rest of their lives. And, believe me. Your mother has tasted incubus cock!"

"Well, if you know so much, have you ever fucked your father?"

"John, the answer to that is, 'Yes' and, 'No'. Think about what you have just asked. My real father was an incubus just like yours. Now, how could I ever fuck him? He left my mother before she even knew that she was pregnant with me. But, I have fucked the man who is currently married to my mother. So, yes, under certain conditions, I have fucked my father."

Suddenly, I realized that -- as outlandish as they seemed, I had to accept Betty's explanation of what I was feeling in my gut. Her cunt walls were vigorously clenching my cock and I was rapidly approaching my climax. When it blew through me, I felt Betty convulse at the exact same time as she, too, came. I rolled off her and the two of us lay there breathing hard. 

I was still very excited so I resumed stroking my cock. I happened to look over at Betty and I saw that she, too, was fingering her dripping cunt. We lay there mildly masturbating as we both were becoming attuned to this new development in our lives. Then a thought occurred to me.

"Betty, you say that tonight was a kind of initiation. However, thinking about your comment about the effect of fucking a female in her dark valley, another possibility occurred to me. With my male pride, I have assumed that I was the one being initiated, but were you also being initiated?"

"Yes, but not in the way that you suggest. Look Johnny, I was a member of the executive secretarial staff once before. I was partnered with a very nice man and we got along really well. Then, unexpectedly, he died. So, I was put back into the main secretarial pool. You see, Johnny, a secretary can only move up to the executive secretarial level when there is an opening. If you hadn't been promoted, I would still be typing for every two-bit boss down on the manufacturing floor. I just told you that Paula was taught that the union of the male member with the female's dark valley mouth creates a bond between the two of them. Since her initiation of the executive group, it has always been the company policy that the first sex a new executive and his secretary experiences must be between the two of them. And, he must fuck her IN THE ASS!

I have been told that, if a man wants to really bond with a woman, he must get her on her knees and push his cock into her ass! In that way, he will look upon her as his slave and she will know that she is his to do with as he wishes.

I don't know if that bonding is fact or not. I do know that every executive and his secretary exhibit a very high degree of togetherness and I felt a solidarity with my previous boss that I have not felt again until this night. The bond between them, if it exists, is seldom broken. Now you know why I was your first tonight and you must also realize the significance -- at least as far as the company's policy is concerned - of our method of fucking. It was preordained!"

Betty's description of the relationship between boss and secretary explained for me why I had seen so many middle-aged secretaries on the upper floors of the building.

"There is something else you should be told. Have you ever heard of the minor God called Priapus?" I shook my head and she continued. "Well, this bunch worships Priapus. Wait. I'll get a dictionary and read you the definition of Priapus. That will make it clearer."

In a few minutes, she returned holding a book in her hands. She rolled me onto my back and sat down with my erect cock deeply inside of her cunt. 

"Ready? " I nodded and she began to read, 'This god is mainly known for his huge virile member, and the size of it is so enormous that it has been called, "column", "twelve-inch pole", "spear" and many other names of the same kind referring to the dimensions of his penis.' And, he is reported to threaten: 'If a woman, man, or boy thieve from me, she shall pay me with coynte, that with his mouth, and this with his arse.' His threat continues: 'If I do seize you, you shall be so stretched that you will think your anus never had any wrinkles!' Get the idea?"

"Not really. Just how do they worship this ..er... creature?"

With a wicked smile on her face, she said, "I'm not going to tell you that. You must wait until the next big gathering."

"Wasn't that party tonight it?"

"Heaven's, 'NO!' Four times a year, all of the company executives get together and party. There are very nearly a hundred of them, so, counting their wives and secretaries, there is a whole bunch of people who attend the full-scale executive gathering."

I remained silent as I tried to digest this. A huge crowd of people and all of them engaged in fucking one another in one way or another. It beggared the imagination. Then, I made a tactical mistake, I glanced up at Betty and my eyes were drawn to the movements of her fingers as she stroked her clit. That brought forth another thought.

"Betty, what is the meaning of this term: coynte?"

"John, that is an old English term for, 'cunt'!

Neither one of us said anything and a suspenseful silence reigned between us. I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm and, a quick glance at Betty was all it took to let me know that she, too, was nearing the peak of her excitement. My cock kept on swelling and getting harder and harder until I was convinced that I should soon blow the head of my cock completely off my rod..

"Betty, I need to come!"

"Yes, John." 

That was all she said and I took it to be an agreement. I slid my cock backwards until my cock head was just lodged between her puffy outer coynte lips. I let the first inch slide into her open coynte. I held myself in this preparatory position until I saw her pushing her hips down upon my cock. That caused me to slide another inch into her coynte. We remained in this position for several minutes. She broke the silence as she said,

"For God's sake, John! I need you in me. Stop teasing me and fuck me like a man should!"

I pushed all of my cock that remained outside her coynte into her until I felt my cock head hit her cervix. She winced and gave a little yelp, but I didn't draw back. Somehow, I had felt my cock head hit the small opening to her uterus. I rolled Betty over onto her back so I could exert even more pressure against that stubborn opening. I wiggled my cock around until I felt it again. I held myself so that my cock would not lose that contact and slowly I began exerting ever increasing pressure on that hole. I knew that, if I pushed hard enough, my cock had to penetrate into her uterus. After all, that hole could, during childbirth, be enlarged sufficiently to allow the passage of a baby's head. I think that Betty soon realized my intent for her eyes widened in a terrified stare and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Slowly, that entry into her uterus became enlarged and my cock began to pass further into her guts than any male before had ever been. I felt my cock pass through into her uterus and I watched as her eyes glazed over and then stared distractedly down at me. The only words that passed her lips were,

"Oh.. oh!"

We remained locked together in this fashion for a very long time. Then, I felt the slightest of movements around my cock. Somehow, Betty's coynte and uterus were, 'milking' my cock. As time passed, Betty's movements became stronger and more agitated until she was actually fucking me without moving her body! It only took a very few minutes and I began to ejaculate.

"Oh, John! I'm coming!"

Betty's eyes closed and she stopped breathing altogether. As for me, I was frantically thrusting with all of the strength I could muster. What an explosion! I was surprised that I didn't blow the head of my cock completely off my column. Slowly, I collapsed upon her and we lay in this fashion for many, many minutes. As we regained our senses, I leaned down and whispered to her,

"Betty, I need to come!"

"Yes, John!"

And her coynte walls began that, 'milking' movement of my cock. Great Caesar's ghost! That movement was driving me wild! There was practically no warning this time. Suddenly, my cock began jerking and I was shooting my jism into Betty's coynte again. This time, she was a little slower, but, eventually, I heard her cry out,

"I'M COMING!"

This dance that we were embroiled in had yet another chorus of music to play out. My cock didn't deflate at all and, once more, I said,

"Betty, I need to come!"

"Yes, John!" was all that she said.

I was amazed. Counting the two orgasms at the party, this would be my fifth orgasm of the night. Heretofore, I had never been able to withstand more than one orgasm! I had not even thought this possible. But, there was no denying the excruciating feelings I was feeling in my testicles. It didn't take very long and I was once more shooting Betty's belly full of my jism. It took her longer yet, but finally, I heard a weak voice announce,

"I'M COMING!"

* * * * * * * *

The sunlight that streamed in through the windows of Betty's apartment woke me. For several minutes, I wasn't at all certain just where I was and what I was doing. Then, I was struck by a very unusual fact. A female body was laying upon my chest and my cock was buried in some female's cunt. I looked more closely at the female and recognized my secretary, Betty. The whole night came flooding back into my memory. We had fucked until the wee hours of the morning when we both had finally exhausted ourselves. Obviously, we both were content to sleep while joined at the crotch. As I was coming back to my senses, Betty looked into my eyes and whispered,

"John, I need to come!"

"Yes, Betty!" was all that I said.



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 03



It was Monday morning and I was just a little late getting into the office. Naturally, Betty was already there before me. She was an old hand at this incubus/succubus situation so she tended to recover faster than I. I had stayed with her until Sunday morning when I knew that I had to go home if for no other reason than to get a shower. Naturally, once I was clean, I fell into bed and I slept throughout the day. I was feeling great on this first day of the work week.

"Good morning, Mr. Martin. Get a good night's rest?"

"Yes, thank you, Betty. And, you? Are you recovered from our bedroom gymnastics?"

"Quite!"

And, as I went into my office, Betty followed me inside.

"There are several things that came to mind over this weekend. I feel that I must warn you that impregnating one of the executive secretaries is next to impossible. Each one of them has had her tubes tied so she is, to all purposes, infertile. So, you can fuck them whenever and wherever you wish, but our task will demand that you concentrate on unmarried or otherwise fertile females. For example: the wives of the other executives! Secondly, you are going to be deluged by the attentions of the executive secretaries. This place is worse than a small town. Everyone knows everyone else's business. So, there is no doubt but what our joint departure from the party was not only noted, but the conclusion was quickly reached that we were going home to cement our boss-secretary union. There is nothing to fear, just be prepared. For planning purposes, Weatherly won't be throwing another party for quite a while. The overall staff party will be in two months and that should be a humdinger. Oh! That's your phone!"

Betty turned and scurried out to where her desk was located. I heard her answer the phone and shortly she reappeared. "That was Della in Weatherly's office. Anita would like to see you at your convenience. In case you don't know -- that means RIGHT NOW!"

So, I dropped the few things I had brought with me on my desk and headed for another discussion with the Director of Personnel. The smile that Della, Weatherly's secretary gave me as I entered the outer office said volumes to me, but I couldn't quite decipher it all. That I was in for something was obvious, but what it was to be was not so plain. Della rose from behind her desk and said,

"Miss Weatherly is waiting for you."

Then, she turned and ushered me into the inner office. Anita Weatherly rose from behind her desk and came forward to greet me.

"Thank you, John for being so prompt. There is one item that I wish to discuss with you."

I had expected that she would dismiss Della, but she didn't.

"Della, you may prepare Mr. Martin."

There was no time for me to even wonder what she had on her mind. Della stepped around my right side and quickly unzipped my fly. I looked at her with a question in my eyes, but there was no response. No verbal response that is. Instead, her hand slid inside my fly. When her fingers surrounded my cock she looked up at me with an astonished expression on her face. Then, a slow wicked smile began spreading across her face. I stared at her and then I looked at Anita.

"Mr. Martin. Or, should I say, 'John'? I have always felt that turn about was fair play."

Della had extracted my cock and she was vigorously greasing its' entire length. By this time, I was extremely erect. I dropped my eyes to watch Della's caresses of my cock. She noticed me looking at her and she pointedly wrapped her fingers around my cock. I had never thought of myself as overly large, but she couldn't close her fingers and there was nearly an inch of space between her largest finger and her thumb. She looked up at me and formed her lips in the universal sign of, 'WOW'! I looked back at Anita and gasped in surprise. She had lifted her dress until her hips and everything below them was exposed. Then, as I watched, she turned, bent over her desk and, using both her hands, opened her dark valley not only to my gaze, but to my access as well. If I had any doubt as to what my part in this charade was to be, Della quickly made it abundantly clear. She led me up to Anita's puckered opening and aimed my cock straight into her ass! I pushed Anita's hands away from her buttocks and replaced them with mine. I began spreading her dark hole with my thumbs. I kept on increasing the pressure until Anita shouted, 'Enough!" Della's free hand began shoving me from behind. A wild thought flashed through my mind. 

"This female has been fucked in the ass many, many times! Her puckered hole is wide open and I can see into her dark passage!"

Della had positioned the head of my cock squarely in the center of her gaping hole. I added my pressure to that being exerted by Della and my cock slid into Anita's ass with little or no difficulty. 

"Ahhh! Betty was right on Friday night. You are a big boy! Give me your best!"

I maintained a steady pressure on her puckered hole and watched as inch after inch of my cock disappeared down into that dark passage. The girth of my cock was large enough that, as my cock entered her, it pulled the edges of her puckered hole in with it. Anita's, 'Ahhh' had turned into a squeal of pain. 

"Great heavens, John! You are ripping me wide open. That's enough!" 

But, I didn't stop! Her yelps of pain kept getting louder as my cock drove deeper into her bowels. She was whimpering as I reached my maximum depth in her ass. For several heartbeats, I just held my cock steady and let her taste it.

I started fucking her and, I must admit, that it felt really good. Della was not yet finished with me, however. She took my hand and pulled it around in front of Anita's body and placed it directly upon Anita's cock! This was the first time that I had ever felt another person's cock and, at first, I was startled. Then, as I became more accustomed to the warm, smooth feel of her cock, I began jacking her off! For her part, as soon as Anita felt my fingers surround her cock, she began humping. It was an extremely bizarre situation. I timed my thrusts with her humping movements and the two of us made an unholy couple. My movements became more forceful because Della had pushed two or three fingers into my ass, too! I glanced around at her to see that her other fingers were frantically strumming her own coynte! Our dance of love didn't last for very long. I felt Anita's cock began the tell-tale jerking that signaled her orgasm and, at the same time, Della not only pushed her fingers deeper into my ass, but her speed of motion became very rapid. I don't know about Della, but Anita and I climaxed at approximately the same time. I felt her cock jerk and then she spewed jism all over the top of her desk. At roughly the same time, I was thoroughly coating the walls of her dark passage with my own jism emission. Slowly, our sex train ground to a halt. In fact, Anita signaled that she thought that we were through by saying to Della,

"Della! Get a tissue and wipe my desk!"

That occasioned Della pulling her fingers out of my ass and leaving me standing there. "Thank you, John for your attentive service. Perhaps at the next party we can get together again."

With my cock still buried in Anita's ass, I leaned forward and whispered to her,

"Anita, I need to come!"

I heard her gasp in surprise. But, before she could object, I restarted my fucking of her ass. She tried to straighten up only the pressure of my hands upon her back kept her in the bent-over position. I glanced over to one side where Della was crouched against a chair. She was staring at me with both her eyes and mouth wide open. Obviously, this had never been done to her mistress before.

I felt my second orgasm beginning to build. My arousal was aided by the grunts and groans and cries that Anita was emitting. The more she called for me to stop, the harder I fucked into her ass. At the moment of my explosion, I threw back my head and uttered an animalistic growl!

Anita's head dropped onto the desk and she was breathing very heavily. Once more, I leaned over her and said, 

"Anita, I need to come!"

Anita literally screamed at Della.

"Della, get this rapist off of me!"

This drove Della into action and she pulled me backwards off Anita's body. Anita's ass was a sight to behold. Her puckered hole was open so that it was possible to see directly into her guts! Both Della and I stared at this spectacle! 

That I had been dismissed was unmistakable so I turned, smiled at Della who was busily wiping up Anita's jism and, with my cock still swinging free, I left. I headed for the nearest washroom and there, I cleaned my cock of most of Anita's ass juices. I had no idea what the reaction to this would be, but I felt great at having done it! 

Betty surmised what had happened as soon as I entered the office for I was walking in a very strange straddle-legged manner.

"OH! I see. Stand still for just a minute and I will get some tissues and we can clean you up."

I told her that cleaning my cock would not be necessary. Then, as she stood there staring at me, she suddenly began to laugh.

"Oh, boy! So the Grand Dame has lured you into driving your cock into her very dark passage. John, that really means you are one of the promised ones!" Then she looked at me really close and asked, "How many times?"

"Twice, but she stopped me before I could get started on the third."

Betty's laughter rang out loud and clear.

"John, you realize, don't you, that, as fast as news travels in this company, I am probably the last person to hear about this? By now, this news has been broadcast through every executive office in this building!"

"What do you think will happen next?"

"Oh, don't worry. You aren't going to be fired over a minor indiscretion like this. Frankly, there is another female ass in this building that will begin itching for a taste of your meat stick as soon as the owner of that ass hears about your performance."

"And who might that be? You?"

"Of course not! I've already staked my claim on that piece of real estate! I was referring to Paula Wilson!"

"The CEO's wife! You must be kidding."

"Not at all. That old gal is one of the horniest females in this entire company. It may take a day or so, but Mark my words, you will be summoned to her office before very long."

"Oh, my God! Look, Betty. I think I'll duck out for the rest of the day. Can you cover for me?"

"Sure. I'll handle all of the in-coming requests for your services and set up a schedule."

At first, I thought she was serious, but I knew different when she began smiling and especially when her laughter once more boomed out.

I was just fitting my key into the door of my apartment when I heard my phone ringing. I raced inside and grabbed it at once.

"Hello?"

"John? This is your mother. I've been trying to reach you and I finally got that nice secretary of yours and she told me you had gone home for the day. That must be some kind of job you've got if you can take off without any notice."

By this time, I was laughing.

"Mom, it is really great to hear your voice. And, my job is great, too. Now, what can I do for you?"

"How did you know I wanted to ask a favor of you?"

"Mom, you don't make a habit of calling so I just jumped to the conclusion that something must be up. What sort of favor?"

"John, it concerns your Aunt June."

That caused a pause in the conversation. Aunt June and I had never been the best of friends. There was only about eight or ten years difference in our ages and it seemed to me that we were always fighting over one thing or another. While I was thinking back over my relationship with Aunt June, mom continued.

"She didn't want to call you herself for fear that ...well, you know."

"Yeah, I know. What does she want?"

"June has been dismissed and she is hunting for another job."

"Oh, my God!"

"Now, Johnny, don't get all heated up. She's not asking you to find her a job. She's already got one. She is a little short of money so she is looking for someplace where she can stay on a temporary basis."

"And, I bet you volunteered my place?"

"Well... yes, I did. Look Johnny, you and June are adults now so you both should be able to get over whatever differences you have had in the past. At least for a few weeks."

There was nothing I could say or do except, "When is she arriving?"

"She should arrive about five tomorrow afternoon."

Holy cow! I wasn't even to be given a little time to sort of get used to the idea of my arch enemy living under the same roof with me.

"Okay mom. I'll pick her up at the airport." What else can a dutiful son say?

* * * * * * * *

I was standing in the arrival area for the gate which June's flight was scheduled to use. I was half an hour early. This was one of those times when I wished I was a smoker. As it was, I could only wander about the area and try for all I was worth not to let my anger build. Finally, June's plane pulled up to the off-loading ramp and people began disembarking. All at once, I wondered if we would recognize each other. I need not have worried. We spotted each other at just about the same time. And, as she strode towards me, I'll have to admit that I was astonished. I hadn't seen my aunt in over fifteen years. Somehow, she had gone from being a bratty girl to being a very attractive and desirable female!

June was an inch or two shorted than I am. Her physical appearance was great. She had high, pointed tits, a narrow waist, smooth round hips and the best pair of legs I had seen in ages. Her blond hair was done up in the best of fashions and the smile she gave me would have warmed the inside of an igloo. I know it wasn't very friendly on my part, but my male appendage began to lift its' head as I watched her move across the intervening distance.

"Aunt June?"

"Yes, Johnny. "

It didn't seem quite proper for us to hug, so we shook hands. I blurted out, 

"Man, how you have changed!"

"Remember John. It has been a number of years and, before we get into all those, 'remember whens', I want to thank you for taking me in."

I could honestly assure her that it was no real trouble.

We spent the trip to the apartment in idle chatter. I showed her the second bedroom and she unpacked. By that time it was time for dinner so we went to a restaurant that wasn't too far away and served what I considered as excellent food. Thanks to Betty and Anita, I had become something of an expert on female asses. June's was not at all bad. In fact, it looked really good!

June surprised me by ordering a double scotch on the rocks as soon as we were seated at our table. She continued to surprise me by not only finishing that drink, but by ordering a second and this was while we were still working on the salad course. The second drink disappeared just as quickly as the first and a third was soon beside her plate! I thought that I had better get her mind off of the alcohol and on to something else.

"Aunt June, what have you been doing with yourself for all these years? When I came home from school, you had already left. All mom said was that you had decided to go out on your own."

June started laughing.

"Did I say something funny?"

In between laughs, June said,

"No, dear boy, the humor is in the thought that your mother would try and salvage my reputation instead of telling you the truth. Well, it is all over now so there isn't any reason you can't know what happened. Johnny, I didn't leave home, your grandfather threw me out and told me never to come back!"

I was aghast at this news.

"But, Aunt June, Granddad always struck me as being rather kind and gentle. What on earth prompted him to take that kind of action?"

"Johnny, unbeknownst to your grandfather, I was working in a strip joint. I knew that I needed some extra money and I knew that my father would not easily agree to give me any more."

"You were a stripper?"

"I prefer the term, 'exotic dancer', but, yes, I was a stripper. The only joint in which a girl like me with practically no experience could find work had to be a rather raunchy place. We dancers were encouraged to become, 'friendly' with the patrons."

"What sort of dancing did you do?"

"Oh, I did all kinds. I learned to pole dance and, as I said, I learned to strip."

"What happened?"

"Somehow, my father got wind of what I was doing and where so, one night, he shows up. He couldn't have picked a worse night. He came stalking in just as I was giving a customer our specialty lap dance." I looked at her with a question in my eyes. "Oh, hell, Johnny. The customer's pants were down around his ankles and I was sitting on his lap. The other thing was, I was stark naked!"

I nearly choked on the coffee I was drinking.

"Actually, I think the thing that tipped my dad over the edge was the fact that my customer was a man of about dad's age! I've always harbored the thoughts that dad had secretly wanted to get into my pants, but he was afraid that I might make a scene. To tell you the truth, Johnny, I would have loved it!"

June was obviously beginning to feel the effects of her drinks so I suggested we leave. She wasn't too much in favor of that, but I insisted. Once we hit the outside, the liquor and the cool night air both hit June and I had to almost carry her back to where I had parked the car. She was laughing and giggling and I was praying that we not run into a cop. I could just imagine his reaction when I tried to explain that June was really my aunt. I thought it best if I could keep her talking and, the only thing I could think of to ask her concerned her time as a whore in that club.

"Aunt June,...."

"For Cris' sake's Johnny, stop this, 'auntie' bull crap. Bof of us are too old for that."

"Okay, June it is. I was just going to ask you how you got into..specialty dancing."

"Oh, that was easy. The guy who ran the club was so suave and diplomatic that it was hard to refuse him. I had been working there about three weeks when, as he was handing me my paycheck, he said, 'You know you could make a helluva lot more money if you would just talk your customers into fucking you!' As I said, 'suave and diplomatic'. He took hold of my hand and showed me where my crib would be and I was launched into a life of sin and degradation that very night. Ain't that a lovely story?"

"And, then, granddad threw you out?"

"Yeah, but not before we had one helluva fight. When I came home that night he started in on me by calling me every dirty and disgusting name he could think of. That surprised me because, up until then, I didn't know he even knew those names. Anyway, he made it clear that he wasn't happy with me." June started laughing again as if she had made a joke. "The whole mess ended rather abruptly. At one point, he hollered at me and called me a slut for letting that old man fuck me. Then he said, if its' an old man's cock you want, I can give you that. I was so mad that I shouted back at him, 'I don't doubt that. Old man, I've seen you with your fingers up my sister's ass many a time!' That was when he hit me. He knocked me down and before I could roll over or get up, he was shoving his cock into my pussy. He had a really long cock and he just kept on pushing it into me deeper and deeper. I recall screaming when he hit my cervix, but he never even slowed down. Then there was a sort of collapse somewhere inside of me and he was way up into my belly. From the look on his face, he was as surprised as I was. Then he started in fucking me for real. He punched that cock of his into me just as hard as he could. He was getting angrier and angrier as he kept on fucking me because -- all of a sudden -- I was enjoying the hell out of his fucking. I looked at him and said, 'Fuck me you old bastard!' And, he nearly exploded. The next morning, when I got out of bed, all of my things were packed and sitting on the front porch. I've been on my own ever since. "




A Circle of Sixes Ch. 03



I was still amazed by June saying that my grandfather had put his fingers in my mother's ass! I began to wonder just what sort of family I came from. 

By this time, we were at the car so I got June inside and she promptly passed out. She didn't come too even as I was putting her to bed. At first, I just placed her on the bed with all her clothing on, but that looked so uncomfortable that I began undressing her. Actually, all of June's talk of whoring had caused me to become something more than just a little excited and I had become eager to look upon her naked form. I stood there for several minutes and stared down at her. There was no doubt. This woman was gorgeous! I rolled her over and undid the buttons on the back of her dress. Then, when I rolled her back onto her back, it was comparatively easy to pull her dress off. Surprise and more surprise. June wasn't wearing any underwear at all! With the exception of her shoes and some thigh-high stockings, she was completely naked! I gulped as I stared at her naked body. She must have had some breast surgery for her tits were like two half-melons and there wasn't any sag to them whatsoever. Her nipples pointed right up at the ceiling and I learned later that she used something to tint them so that they were even a brighter red than normal. Her belly was smooth and almost flat and It led my eyes unerringly downwards to her mound and then to the top of her slit. Her entire crotch area was shaved as clean as a baby's ass! 

Gently, I pulled her legs apart so I could look directly into her coynte. Her outer lips were rather puffy and there were drops of moisture glistening along the edges of her slit. There was just the hint of an opening showing inside her coynte lips. My eyes traveled slowly up along her coynte and I gasped as I saw, for the first time, an extended clit! All I could think of was that June had a prominent, 'girly cock'! I reached down and took it between my two fingers. Her clit was at least two inches long and it responded to the movements of my fingers just like a cock! She began to grunt and groan as I continued to slide my fingers along the length of her clit. Her thigh-high stockings not only framed her coynte in a daring fashion, but it made her appearance one of absolute lasciviousness and lewdness.

I reached into my trousers and pulled my cock free. I was hard and I began, 'spanking the monkey'. Then, I saw something that I had somehow overlooked. June had some kind of a red jewel in her belly button! The light had suddenly caught it and it shone really bright. My first thought was, "My God! That makes her look like a harem girl!" This thought made my excitement rise even more. My cock got harder and harder and I felt my orgasm beginning to grow in my belly and balls. Suddenly, I grunted and strained and I shot my jism all over June's belly! Some even landed on her belly jewel! As my orgasm waned, I decided that I would not clean her. Instead, I would let her find it in the morning and that would serve as my request to fuck her. I knew that, just like my grandfather, I wanted to get into her pants. If she didn't agree, well she could just wash it off and not say anything about it and I would have to rape her! But, I was certain that I would fuck Aunt June at the first opportunity! Then it hit me!

If June, what about my mother? I was really surprised at how quickly my cock rose when I thought about fucking my mother!



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 04



"Well, I can't say that I really expected you today. Did your Aunt get here okay?"

"Yeah, she arrived exactly on time and that's something you can't often say about the airlines."

Betty stood there for several minutes before finally saying, "Aren't you going to tell me about her? How old is she? Is she modern or old-fashioned. How does she dress?"

"Whoa! Betty, she is a very glamorous female. And, what's more, she is as sexy as anybody I know. And, in many ways, she is just like you! She is here to take up a new job and, before you ask, we haven't talked about what that new job entails."

"Well, for heaven's sake, how did you spend your time?"

'The truth is she told me some of the family secrets that I had never heard before. It seems that my family is not as pristine pure as I grew up believing."

"Does what she told you make fucking her any easier?"

"Yes and that's another thing that bothers me. Betty, I really don't want to make her pregnant."

"John, there's no need to do that unless you want to."

"But you told me..."

"Oh, hell. I must have given you the wrong idea. What I should have said is that we can impregnate human females IF WE WANT TO! We are not here to provide a certain quantity of cambions – we don't have a quota to fulfill. Its' just something that we can do. You can fuck any human female you wish without any worry about pregnancies. Does this make it easier?"

"Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! You bet! I'm sorry for being so naïve and juvenile, but I thought we were supposed to go hunting for females to impregnate. Okay, baby! That makes me breathe a helluva lot easier."

"So, are you going to fuck her?"

"I had planned on getting into her tonight. Betty, she's quite a gal."

"What makes you say that?"

"For one thing, she has been an exotic dancer and she – at one time – gave her male customers very extreme lap dances."

"So, she spent some time whoring?"

"Yes."

"Johnny, I sure would like to meet her. Why don't you bring her into the office some day? You could tell her a little about me so she wouldn't be too embarrassed. Just don't tell her everything. You might, tactfully, tell her about the setup here with the executives and their secretaries. Bet she would enjoy hearing that. Oh, for heaven's sakes. I nearly forgot. Your invitation to the inner sanctum came this morning." I looked at her with a question in my eyes. "I told you that, after that episode with Anita, you were certain to get an invite up to the very peak of the company mountain. Johnny, you have been invited to meet with Paula Wilson! So save enough strength so you can make her plans for you come to fruition." And, Betty burst out laughing. Once she quieted down, I asked her,

"Just when does this command performance take place?"

"One month from today. Don't worry. I am not about to let you forget it. Your advancement and mine may well depend upon just how well you perform." And, again, she burst out laughing only this time, she was laughing at my discomfort.

I studied over what she had told me and then, I asked her a question that had been bothering me for some time.

"Betty, I know that that there are opportunities for us to have sex here in the office, but where do .....?"

"Where do I get most of my sexual satisfaction? Some I get right here in the company headquarters. There is a company mail room – that damn thing should be named the, 'male room' because there are twenty or thirty young men – little more than boys – that work there. For years, they have provided a stud service for the females of the company – not just the executive secretaries, but the whole headquarters staff. They have even made up a certain room off the mail room so that their bed services can be performed in reasonable comfort. If, for some reason, that doesn't fulfill my needs, I go out street-walking. This town is chock full of horny men just looking to get laid and I am ever so glad to supply the answer to their needs! Johnny, there is one thing about fucking a stranger in an alley – it is really nasty sex! I'll bet your mother used this expression from time-to-time. There is a strong, dirty, nasty content to sex like that and that nastiness just pushes my libido over the edge. Sometimes, I'll have a bunch of cocks standing around watching me get fucked. You should try that. It is extremely exciting! Bring your Aunt around some evening and I'll give her the time of her life!"

Betty was grinning, but I knew that deep inside, she was very serious.

"Enough discussion about my aunt. What's on the agenda for today?"

"Mr. Blake has scheduled a divisional meeting for 1:30 this afternoon."

"Okay. I'll get up to his office right after I have my lunch."

I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to get a real lesson in the camaraderie exhibited by the secretaries and their bosses. As I entered Dick's office, his secretary glanced up and smiled at me.

"Hello, Mr. Martin. How are you? Had any more visits with personnel?"

With a smile, I answered her, "No and it is just possible that I may not be called back. Is Dick busy?"

"As a matter of fact, he is. Mrs. Blake is with him, but she never stays very long. Oh, I think this is her now."

The door to Dick's office opened and Carol, his wife, emerged. Carol was somewhere in her forties and I knew that they had three daughters the oldest of which was just twenty. As she exited from Dick's office, I noted that she did not look happy, but, when she saw me, her face lit up with a charming smile.

"Hello, John. How are you?"

"Fine, Carol. And, how are you and the girls?"

"As good as could be expected since Dick got this new job. We just don't see him as much as we would like. We are all truly glad that you are here to help carry some of the load. Don't let me hold you up. I know that Dick is anxious to get started with his meeting."

There was a trace of bitterness in her voice that made me wonder if trouble was brewing between the two of them. She offered me her hand and then turned and left the room. Dick's secretary got up from her desk and came over to me, but I was busily considering the shapely ass that Carol presented as she stepped away from me. 

"She's really got a nice ass. Hasn't she?"

Dick's secretary was talking to me and all I could do was to nod my head in agreement. Then, I thought to myself, "This is probably the only company in the country where a secretary would feel free to make such a remark about her boss' wife to another executive! That bond that Betty constantly talks about must be real."

There was a great deal of business that Dick and I and the other junior executives had to discuss and ponder over so what should have been a rather short meeting lasted until after our normal quitting time. By the time that Dick finally signaled that we were quitting, I was really eager to get on my way home. For the last half hour or so, I had been thinking of what June would look like with her clothes off and her legs spread. However, I was to be disappointed for, when I opened the apartment door, the first thing I saw was a note from June. It told me that she had gone to a business meeting and would not be back until late. 

I didn't feel like going out for dinner so I phoned a local Chinese restaurant and ordered my dinner from them. By the time I had finished and looked at the day's mail, I was really pooped. I had intended to stay up until June got home, but, I became so drowsy that I knew it was a loosing cause so I undressed and went to bed. It was some time very late during the night when I became aware of sounds from the living room. I rolled over so that I could hear more clearly and I soon picked up the sounds of grunting and female tittering. Obviously, June was home and, equally obvious was the fact that she was not alone. I listened to the sounds emanating from the living room for sometime and then, finally, I got up and tip-toed out to see what was going on. There was very little light and it took me some time to locate the sources of the sounds I had been hearing. Then I saw them!

June had pulled some of the couch cushions onto the floor and she and a rather big man were busy fucking! June was on top in the, 'cow-girl' position so all I could see of the man was his big, hairy thighs and his equally big cock and balls. I watched as that pole of flesh was rammed up into June's coynte and then as it was withdrawn for another stroke. Both of them seemed to be enjoying their activities.

I watched them for some time and – all the while – I was getting hotter and hotter. My own flesh pole was now fully erect and, as I watched June's delectable ass flexing up and down on the man's cock, I felt my own desire growing by leaps and bounds. I couldn't hold myself in check any longer so I noiselessly stepped over to where they were laying, placed my hand on June's rump so she would remain still while I speared her ass! June turned her shoulders enough that she could look up at me. Her eyes flew open when she recognized the one who was about to drive his cock into her ass!

"Wha.....?"

As my cock head broke through the resistance of her starfish hole, I leaned over her back and told her,

  "June, from this time onward, you are mine!"

There was a noticeable hesitation on her part as she stared back at me. Then, she surrendered and said, 

"Yes, John. I am yours!"

She hung her head signifying abject acceptance of her new role. I didn't give her any chance to utter anything more. I thrust my cock even deeper into her ass. Her ass had apparently been used numerous times for my cock head slid into her hole clear up to where it met her sphincter. A slight increase in pressure, and I was sliding deeper into her bowels! To make the procedure a little easier for her, I reached around under her belly and began caressing her girly cock. It was fully extended and almost as rigid as my cock.

"Does this feel good?"

"Oh, God! Yes! John, that feels so good!"

With her acceptance of my cock in her ass and my fingers jacking her off, I knew that there was no objection to my movements so I pushed even deeper into her bowels and increased the speed of my thrusts. June was matching my thrusts with thrusts of her own! The presence of my cock in her ass channel must have increased the friction that her lover and his man tool were receiving, because, it seemed to be only a few seconds before he screamed out,

"I'm COMING!"

His ejaculation movements were readily apparent and he shot his jism up into June's coynte. Then, for the first time, he looked up past June's shoulder and he saw me!

"What the hell!" 

He hadn't any more than uttered his curse when he rolled June off onto the floor. Somehow, I rolled with her so that we never lost our bodily contact. I don't know just who he thought I was, but he scrambled to his feet, threw on his clothing and dashed to the door. As he opened the door, he turned and looked back at June, who, by now, was sprawled very unladylike on top of me.

"June, the next time we get together, make sure your bodyguard is out!"

With that, he was gone.

The two of us lay there for several minutes as we tried to digest all that had occurred. Then, a slow chuckle from June caused me to begin laughing. Soon, both of us were bursting with laughter even though my cock was still embedded deeply in her ass.

I whispered, "June. I need to come!"

There must be some kind of understanding between women like June and Betty, for June, like Betty only said, 

"Yes, John!"

I thought that I would have to roll her back onto her knees, but June was too accomplished to need that. She began a slow, pulsating movement that teased my cock into an even harder state. That wasn't all that she did. As she moved her hips so as to fuck me, she began talking. It felt strange for me to be laying there with my cock as far into her body as it would go and the two of us talking as if we were merely visiting.

"Who was that man?"

"That was Earl. He is one of my business partners."

"What business are you in?"

"We are going to make porno movies!"

"Will you be starring in them?"

"Perhaps. Especially at first, but I am going to direct more than act. We are trying something new. The porno industry has always fed off the bodies of sweet young girls. We are going to offer two new strains of porn. The first will involve mature women and we are going to call them, 'MILF movies'."

"What's an, 'MILF" movie?"

"MILF stands for, 'Mothers I'd Like to Fuck'. If these films go as we think they will, then we will supplement them with movies of, 'grannies I'd like to fuck' or, 'GILF' movies. There is going to be another difference between our movies and those of today. We are going to have a scenario and a plot instead of just two bare-assed people jumping in bed. John! Are you coming?"

I didn't have to answer that for my cock was even then spraying her bowels with my jism! I heard June draw in her breath and gasp.

"JOHN! What kind of man are you? That was the most invigorating shot of jism that I have ever felt in my gut! It went so far up inside of me that I am certain I can taste it!"

I didn't answer and, for quite some time, we remained in that position – my cock deeply embedded in her bowels. Then, I whispered to her again,

"June, I need to come!"

"Yes, John."

But, she didn't resume her movements as she had done before.

"What's wrong?"

"John, you will have to roll me over onto my knees. I just can't move my hips and belly any more tonight."

Once I had positioned her on her hands and knees, I resumed thrusting into her ass. I couldn't help but think of Betty's remark about controlling a female once you have fucked her ass with her in a slave position beneath you. June's hips and ass looked delicious in the half-light that came in through the windows. And it was a thrill to watch my cock emerge from and then disappear into June's ass. I leaned over her backside and whispered into her ear,

"You will be mine forever!"

All June said was, "Yes, John!" Then, she added, "Please, John. Fuck my clit!"

I resumed my caresses of her girly-cock and very soon thereafter, the two of us exploded. When the intense sensations of our orgasms had eased somewhat, June asked me a weird question.

"John, have you ever done this with my sister?"

"Good heavens, NO!"

"Why not? I know for a certainty that she would want this done to her. Our father used to fuck her in the ass almost every day and sometimes twice a day. Both of us girls are driven by our desire for sex. If I call her and tell her to come for a visit, will you satisfy her needs?"

"Are you asking if I will fuck her?"

"Yes."

"June, I just don't know. I have been told for so long that having sex with one's mother was a deadly sin that I'm not certain I can do it."

Then, June said something that reminded me of Betty's characterization of really good fucking. Something about it having to be dirty and nasty and, Betty had added, forbidden!

"Oh, John! Fucking someone who you have been told you shouldn't fuck, makes the experience all that much better. John, you need not worry about Jane's reactions. I know her well enough to tell you that, at first, she will protest, but she won't push you away. Your grandmother was driven by sexual urges in just the same way. All of us Baker females are almost nymphos!" 

At this point, I couldn't answer her for I had to make another announcement.

"June, I need to come!" 

"JOHN! I'll have to ask you again. Just what kind of man are you? I've known men who could come twice, but never three times! I shall be sore in the morning, but, I can't ever deny a good fuck!"

My next orgasm was even more explosive than the others so, after that blast, I, too, was ready to rest. Just as it had been with Betty, June and I went to sleep still joined by my fleshy column. 

When I woke, I was laying in bed stark naked. June had evidently cleaned me the night before for my column was almost sparkling clean. It was nearly rampant even at this early hour. I heard the door open and looked up to see June standing in the doorway. Her attitude was somewhat unusual. There was no light bantering speech nor jibes about my sexual capacity. She just stood there looking steadily at my column. It was as if she were waiting for my permission to enter . A wild idea raced into my mind. I wondered just how far this servant-master thing would go so I decided to test it.

"June, have you ever tasted the juice from your coynte?"

She gulped before answering me. "No, John. I have never done that."

"Well, this is the time for you to know what you taste like. June, take my column into your mouth!"

There was a distinct hesitation on her part, but, finally, she moved towards the bed. She knelt upon the bed and, with both hands, took hold of my column. There was no hesitancy now. She quickly guided it up to and into her mouth. I was amazed. Evidently, what Betty had said was true. June was somehow subservient to my wishes.

"Make sure you get it well coated with your spittle."

She made some kind of guttural sound because of my column in her mouth and throat, but she never stopped sucking on my stiff column I reached around her hips and felt of her coynte. It was very wet.

"Now, June, take my column out of your mouth and push it into your coynte."

She reacted at once and, in a matter seconds, my column was totally enveloped by the warm wet walls of her coynte. Without any hesitancy, June began moving her hips up and down the full length of my column. Her head was down and she was watching my column push into and then suck back out through her coynte lips. It was fascinating to watch her coynte lips being pulled out as my cock came out. It was as if they were trying to keep my cock inside of June's coynte. . I let her ride my column until I could see that it was slick with her coynte juices. Then, I bade her to take my column from her coynte and suck it into her mouth.

"Suck all of it! Take it so deep that my column head is in your throat!"

There was no question nor objection on her part and soon, my entire column was sliding through her reddened lips. I let this go one for a few more minutes and then I asked her, 

"How does your coynte taste? Is it good?"

I was surprised by the length of time it took her to allow my column to slide out of her mouth. I knew at once that she didn't want to let it go.

"It is delicious, John. Thank you for the opportunity to taste myself."

"Never fear, June. We shall do this often. Now, I must bathe and go to work."

June rose and BACKED OUT OF THE ROOM under the guise of the perfectly obedient servant!

I walked to the bathroom and I had to fight the temptation to jump up and click my heels. Good ole' Betty had definitely known what she was talking about for June was obviously within my sexual power. I couldn't help myself. I roared with laughter for a thought had just raced through my mind. If June – definitely a woman of the world – reacted in this fashion, then what about Anita Weatherly? That little thought had to be verified or ignored. When I left the bathroom, I said to June, 

"Call your sister to come and be with us. I want her!"

June's only response was to give a slight nod of her head.



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 05



I was just finishing my breakfast when the phone rang, it was Betty.

"John, I won't be in your office today. There will be another girl and she can explain what's happening to you. I just wanted to check in with you regarding your relationship with your Aunt. Did you get into her?"

"Yes, I did."

"And, how do you feel this morning?"

"Great! Isn't that how you would expect me to feel?"

"Yes, but that is not the reason for my call. John, do you remember what I told you that first day we met? "

"About being --- well, something unusual?"

"Yes, and by now, your inner being should be changing more towards the demon aspect of your nature and away from your human side. Is your Aunt in sight?"

"Yes."

"Look at her hard, John and then tell me what you are seeing."

I stared at June. She was wearing a transparent kind of morning gown. A gown that hid absolutely nothing of her charms. At first, I wasn't at all certain what Betty was getting at, but then, I began to get the meaning of her comment.

"Betty, she is a mortal female with warm, moist places within which I can lodge my cock!"

"John, now you are seeing her with the eyes of your demon self. From now on, every female you meet will appear to you as nothing more than a sex partner to obey you and to be used as you desire. All other relationships will become secondary. Test it on June!" And she hung up.

I slowly put the phone down and turned to look at June. Something within me had changed and I wanted to order June about. So, I said to her,

"June, from now on, while you are in this apartment, I don't want you to wear any clothing. I want to be able to look at your secret parts and touch them at will. When I want sex, you are to gladly oblige me. Take off that stupid gown!"

There was a hint of fright around June's eyes for this was a totally different male than what she had been accustomed to seeing. Then, with a shrug of resignation, she slid the gown off, flung it onto a chair and stood there naked. I looked at her for a very long time before breaking the silence. Then, I repeated my earlier demand,

"June, call your sister and say to her that I want her."

"You mean....?"

"Yes, June. I want to possess her in the same way and to the same extent as I have possessed you. Tell her to come to me as soon as it is possible. Tell her, too, that I shall be waiting."

There was another pause in her speech and then she said, "Yes, John."

I got up and left for the office. That trip was almost a nightmare. I nearly had several accidents for my mind was always wandering. Every female I saw – young, childish, mature, even aged – appeared to me as nothing but a mouth, a coynte and an ass. It felt to me as if I could look through the coverings they were wearing and see directly into their warm, moist channels. Once more, Betty had been correct. My demon-side had become the predominant part of my character. I was still digesting this immense change as I entered my office. I almost stopped for Betty was not there! Then, I recalled what she had said about not being in the office today. As I stood there trying to get my bearings, Della, Weatherly's secretary rose form behind Betty's desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Martin. Oh, I can tell by your expression that Betty probably forgot to tell you about the weekly secretarial shift. Mr. Martin, once every week, each secretary is assigned to an executive who is not her boss. Mrs. Wilson feels that this engenders a greater sense of company togetherness and loyalty."

"I see. Did Betty brief you on the way I want things done?"

"Yes, she did and I feel that I am perfectly qualified to carry out even the slightest of your wishes."

"Then, shall we get started? Can you guess what I want to do?"

Della's eyes became wide and staring. Evidently, her previous experiences with the various bosses had not prepared her for such a blunt statement of desire. She gulped, began twisting her hands and finally said, 

"Yes, Mr. Martin. I believe I do."

"Please be more explicit. What is it I want you to do?"

Again, there was a hesitation and then she said, "You wish to fuck me!"

"Yes, that is exactly what we shall do. I wish to make use of your darkest tunnel, but I want it to be a smooth and unrestrained entry. So, I shall expect you to coat my phallus with enough of your saliva that my column will slide smoothly into your opening. Do you under stand me?"

All I got was a short nod of the head.

"Very well. Direct the telephone to my extension and then come into the inner office."

Della may have been somewhat nonplussed by my naked statement of what I expected, but she certainly hustled in getting the phone adjusted so that I could answer it while at my desk. Then, she followed me into the office. A good deal of her hesitation had disappeared, but not all of it. She stopped just inside the door and stood waiting for my next orders. I didn't keep her waiting. 

"Take off your dress!" Once she had done this, I gave her the second order. "Get on your hands and knees."

Della must have been experienced in this form of sexual union for she positioned herself at exactly the right height to receive my cock. I opened my trousers and exposed my nearly hard cock. Her eyes grew wider as she saw what awaited her. I moved over until I was directly in front of her and I began using my cock as a wand to stroke her face and lips. This did confuse her, but I offered her no explanation. I ended my cock rubs with my cock head resting against her lips. Before she could open her mouth, I began exerting pressure on her lips. She was a quick learner and she caught on to my desire almost at once. As I pushed against her lips, she slowly began edging backwards. 

"Della, fasten your eyes upon this design and don't move them!"

I indicated the circle of sixes on my belly. Once I saw that she was looking where I wanted her to look, I resumed my cock-pressure on her lips and we resumed our backwards movement until, quite suddenly for her, her butt met the wall of my office. I had been watching her eyes very intently and I had seen the distant stare come over her face. I knew that she was caught! My assumption was confirmed when her mouth abruptly opened and the head of my cock slid into it. I purposefully held myself in check because I wanted to get the maximum enjoyment from this and the actions I contemplated undertaking next. We remained in this posture for several minutes. A slight pressure and my cock head slid in beyond her lips. So far, her eyes had never wavered from my mark and she appeared to be in another world. Ever so gradually, I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. I wondered how far I could go before she began to choke. Suddenly, this question was answered for me. Her mouth opened even wider than it had been and, with a very slight lunge, Della took the whole length of my cock into her throat!

She was moaning and wriggling her butt against the wall. Without any warning, she began thrusting her body forward and backwards so that, with each movement, she was fucking her face! I had never seen a female do this before and it excited me. In a very short while, I pumped a full load of jism into her throat. She swallowed the entire mass of jism without spilling a drop!

As I began to come down from my orgiastic heights, I slowly withdrew my cock from her slobbering mouth. As soon as my cock head cleared her lips, she began screaming.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME, MR. MARTIN! DRIVE YOUR PHALLUS INTO ME, OH PLEASE, FUCK ME!"

For an instant, this type of response disconcerted me, but I soon got back to normal and I grabbed her hips and swung her ass around so that it was facing me. With one vicious stab, I slammed my cock through her puckered hole and at least four inches deep into her ass! I expected screams of pain, but they were not forthcoming. Instead, Della eased her head down upon the floor and gave out a huge sigh. I asked her, 

"Della, is anything wrong?"

"No, Mr. Martin. It was those little furry, phallus dolls that got up inside of me. They were driving me crazy! That is, until your cock entered my rear. Now, they are quiet. Oh, oh, oh! I spoke too soon. They have started up again! They are rubbing their furry hides against the tender walls of my ass and my cunt! Oh, God! Fuck me, Mr. Martin! Fuck me! I'm COMING! I'm ....ugh... I'm .... uh, uh, uh, I... OH, GOD! I die!"

The multiple orgasms that Della experienced were strung out one after another until she collapsed on the floor. I've never felt spasms such as I felt from the walls of her ass. They were terribly strong and, in no time at all, I, too, was spurting streams of jism into her bowels. That seemed to quiet whatever it was that was driving her to successive orgasms and her body wilted and sank full length onto the floor! I let her lay there and sat down at my desk! From time to time, a series of tremors would course through Della's body, but, otherwise, she was unconscious. 

I finished what work I had for the day early in the afternoon – Della was still lying naked upon the floor. So, I left her there and started to leave the office. Just as I reached the door, I nearly collided with Betty.

"Boy, am I ever glad to see you!"

"What's wrong, John?"

"Come in the office and look at what's on my floor."

Betty put her head around the door and looked into my office. She gasped! Then, she began to laugh!

"My word, John! What have you done to that poor female? You've fucked her to where she has exceeded her sexual limit! What happened?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. I'm on my way home. What about you?"

"I'm leaving for the day, too. Shall I come home with you and we can discuss whatever it is that has happened here. Frankly, John, I've never seen anything like this before."

What with all the excitement of the day, I had completely forgotten about June and my instructions to her. So, both Betty and I were surprised when a naked female opened the door to let us in. June was just as surprised at seeing Betty.

"Er... uh, Betty, this is June. June, this is Betty, my secretary."

I knew I wasn't making any sense, but, at least, I got the introductions accomplished. Betty quickly showed the extent of her poise by stepping into the apartment and promptly sliding her work gown off. She looked at me with an expectant look on her face and I quickly got her message. I summarily shed my clothing so there we stood – three naked individuals. June disappeared and soon reappeared with a tray and three glasses of wine. I'm not much of a drinker, but, after what I had been through, I certainly needed a stimulus.

"June, before we begin our discussion, there is a question I've been meaning to ask you. Have you called your sister?"

June cast a quick look at Betty and then back at me. I nodded to tell her that she could talk in front of Betty.

"Yes, I've called her."

"What did she say?"

"It wasn't what I had expected. It was actually a little odd. The first thing she said was, 'I've been expecting that message for over thirty years! Does that make any sense to you?"

"Yes, it does. What else did she say?"

"Oh, the other part was strictly routine. She said she would be here as soon as she could close up the house. I told her that one or the other of us would meet her upon her arrival."

"That's fine." I stole a quick glance at Betty and I could tell by her sly know-it-all smile that she had jumped to the conclusion that we were talking about my mother. She quickly transferred the conversation back to the events of today.

"Now, John. Tell June and me what happened in your office today."

So, as we each sipped our wine and with a second glass in hand, I detailed what I had witnessed with Della. I had two questions for Betty when I finished with the factual details,

"Have you ever seen anything like that before? And, what the hell did she mean by, 'those little furry, phallus dolls' that she said were inside her?"

Betty could only shrug her shoulders – indicating that she had no idea. Then, her face brightened and she began to chuckle. She looked across at June and said.

"Of course, we could always try to reconstruct what happened to Della."

June immediately responded. 

"Not with me, you don't!"

It took some more talking and encouragement from the two of us, before June finally agreed to give it a try. I rose and, with June's compliance, began setting the scene.

"We were about this far from the wall of my office. Della was on her hands and knees. I had pulled my cock out and was waving it in front of her face. I put the head of my cock up against her lips and began exerting a slight pressure. She caught on sat once and began backing up. I had told her before we began to fix her eyes on my birthmark and not to remove them. I was preparing to push my cock into her mouth as we reached the wall, but, suddenly, she ........ My God! That is exactly what she did!"

June had followed all of my directions up until that point when she suddenly opened her mouth very wide and engulfed my cock with her lips. Betty was intently watching all of this. June began the humping motion that Della had shown me and, as it became apparent that she was doggedly fucking her face, I looked at Betty. Her eyes were even bigger than those of June. Neither one of us could believe that this was really happening. I came and after my ejaculation, I pulled my cock out of June's mouth. Once more, history repeated itself. As my cock came out of June's mouth, she began screaming!

"JOHN! FUCK ME! OH, JOHN, FUCK ME! Those dastardly fur-coated, dildos have crawled inside of me. John! Betty! Help me. I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'M COMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGG!"

June was throwing her body through all kinds of gyrations. It was all Betty and I could do to hold her still. Then, there was a huge, 'guuuuggg' and June collapsed! 

Betty and I made her as comfortable as possible, but it was difficult since she was completely inert. I got a blanket and we covered her. Betty said, 

"I think it is best if we just let her lay here and sleep it off. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here with you and June until she comes out of whatever this is."

"That's fine by me!"

Betty and I fixed a pick-up meal and sat there eating as we watched June. From time-to-time, she would convulse and throw her legs straight up into the air. Then, after almost three hours, her eyes opened and she spoke.

"Whaaat happened? Where am I?"

"You are in the apartment with Betty and me. How do you feel?"

"I'm still a little woozy, but, otherwise, I'm all right." She noticed the remnants of our meal and, while smiling at me, asked, "Mind if I have something?"

I rushed out to the kitchen to fix her something to eat. We were all quiet while she ate.Then, when she had finished, she looked at me and asked,

"What do you want to know?"

"For heaven's sake, June! We want to know what happened to you. Can you remember what happened?"

"Sure. I was on my knees and, at first, I was looking at the head of your cock as it came towards me. You know, John, I always like looking at your cock. Anyways, when you directed me to look at that funny mark on your belly, I did that and, before I knew what was happening, I couldn't take my eyes off it. It felt like that circle was slowly beginning to encompass me. The figures were each revolving and they began going faster and faster. Then, I fell into the circle! At least, that's what it felt like. I landed on my butt on a great big flat nothing. I couldn't see anything no matter in which direction I looked even after I got up on my knees so as to have a better vantage point. Then I heard this squeaky noise. I knew it was close to me and I also knew that it was getting closer, but I couldn't locate it. Then, I happened to look down and there they were."

"Who was? What did you see?"

"There were two very small figures standing by my side. They didn't look to be any more than about four – maybe five – inches tall. They were jabbering away, but I couldn't make heads or tails out of what they were saying."

Betty asked, "Did you get a good look at them?"

"Oh, sure. They stood there for the longest time."

"Well, for Christ's sake, June, what did they look like?"

"John, I don't think you will believe me, but they looked like two dildos! They had round bodies and decidedly cock heads for their heads. Except for their mushroom-like heads, they were totally covered in a fur-like substance. Except for the two slits they used for eyes, that is. They looked at me and I looked at them. Then, like lightening, they were behind me and they began climbing up my thighs towards my butt and my cunt. I tried to reach back and throw them off, but they were too fast for me. One flung himself right into my puckered hole and the other dove into my cunt. I felt them crawling higher-or deeper, if you prefer – into my guts and their movements nearly drove me wild. The fur that covered their bodies was coarse and it tickled the walls of each of my channels until I thought I was going to blow up. Instead, I started coming and I must have had at least a dozen or more orgasms in a matter of just a few seconds. John, the feel of your cock in me helped allay the effects of their damn fur coats, but they are still there inside of me and they are still alive. I can feel them moving around inside my guts even as we speak. Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm going to come again!"

It took three days for June to finally stop having these spontaneous orgasms, but her responses to my use of her coynte were greatly enhanced. I jokingly told her that she would be the newest star in the porno movie industry. Her laugh was a little weak.

Jane arrived one week after June's phone call.



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 06



I opened my eyes to see Jane standing in my bedroom door staring down at my naked body. There was no doubt but what this was the first naked male she had seen in some time.

"Good morning, Jane. I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived yesterday, but business requirements kept me in the office until very late. I assume that June got you settled in okay?"

"Yes, she did."

"Did you drive across country?"

"Yes and since I wasn't sure of the regulations around here, I put my car in a visitor's slot. I hope that's okay."

"That's fine. I thought you might drive so I arranged a reserved parking space for you in the underground garage. Later today, I'll show you where it is located. I want to have a talk with you and this time is as good as any. Jane, there are things that you must understand before you make any kind of decision about your future. I would like you to seriously consider staying here for as long as you like. However, there are things about me and my life that you must be made aware of if we are to be comfortable with each other's company.

Jane, there are a number of changes that have occurred to me. Most of them have become effective in just the last few months. I am now only about one-quarter human. The characteristics that I inherited from .... Well.. you know, don't you?" She nodded. "These traits have taken over the other three-quarters of my being. Does this frighten you?"

"No, John, it doesn't. To tell the truth, I have been expecting it ever since you were born. How did you find out?"

"My secretary is very knowledgeable in these things. Her lineage is similar to mine. As I said, I hope that you decide to stay here with me, but there are things that you must agree to if we are to live in harmony. Let there be no doubt in your mind. You are here to service my needs and wants. One of the changes that have taken place involves my sexual hunger and my capacity for sexual activities. I usually have sex several times each and every day. I work in an environment where all of the executive secretaries are, in reality, company whores so they are constantly available for my use. And, of course, for the use of the other executives as well. I will expect that you will maintain yourself in such a state of readiness that I may use you as the mood strikes me. If you are not accustomed to having multiple orgasms, you must train yourself so that you are. With regard to this requirement, I may use any of the three portals of your body. Do you understand this?"

"Yes, John. I understand."

"This requirement will necessitate that you keep yourself clean and well lubricated at all times."

I looked at her in a questioning manner and once more, she nodded.

"Insofar as the apartment is concerned and your comings and goings, there are no restrictions upon your movements. I would like to have you meet me when I get home from the office, but I won't get angry if you are not here. However, when you are in the apartment, I insist that you be naked. So, start now!"

It took Jane several minutes to realize that I wanted her to take off her clothing. Then, slowly, she began to comply. When, at last she had removed all of her clothing, I got my first really good look at her body and its' attributes. Unlike June's body, Jane's body was lean and lank. Her shoulders were bony and her tits were barely more than just small mounds on her chest. They weren't large enough to sag so her nipples stood straight out from her areolas. Her ribs showed plainly along the sides of her body and her thighs were thin and muscular. Her hair hung down to her shoulders and it was a russet-kind of color. The hair that bordered the lips of her coynte was likewise russet in color. Her feet were long and thin. I was surprised to see that she wore some kind of ring on the second toe of her left foot. That seemed, to me, to be out of character, but, perhaps it signaled a wild streak in Jane's nature.

"Periodically, the company or one of its' top executives hold parties for the executive staff. Ordinarily, executives are expected to bring their wives or girl friends, but, since I have neither, you and June will act for me in that manner. Many of the wives have stopped attending these affairs because they are really nothing more than an organized orgy and, wives who do attend are expected to fuck any one of the males who are in attendance. I shall expect that you and June will attend these parties and actively participate in the happenings!

I have a secretary, as I said, and her name is Betty. Her talents for lewd and lascivious behavior parallel mine. I hope that you and she will become friends, but I realize that this may not be. In that case, I expect you to be courteous to her and not, in any way, shun her.

As for your desires, I will not prohibit you from having friends call upon you here in the apartment – be they male or female. I will warn you that, if upon my return from the office, I find you engaged in some type of sexual activity, I shall feel free to join in. So, you should accept that you may find yourself with two or even three of your portals in use. 

I know that you and your father have, in the past, engaged in a sexual relationship. I have been told that he was a raw kind of a lover. I am not that way. I do not administer pain for the enjoyment of hurting a subservient female. I find the gross enjoyment from sexual gratification enough for my tastes 

To make the sex life that I expect of you more palatable to you, I shall make you continually sexually excited. Before I undertake your first lesson in sexual arousal, do you have any questions?"

"I gather from your remarks that I am to become your live-in whore. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Jane, that is correct. One of the major changes that has occurred in my attitudes toward life is that I look upon human females as an ass, a coynte and a mouth. In other words, a collection of warm, moist openings in which I may insert my phallus. Do you fit that bill?" 

"I think I do."

"Fine. Shall we begin?"

Throughout my tirade, I had been stroking my nearly rampant phallus and I had watched as Jane's eyes grew larger and larger as they considered the fucking column of flesh that was appearing before her very eyes. I also noticed the emergence of the red tip of her tongue from between her lips and the licking of those lips. Finally, I saw that it was taking all of her will power to keep her hands from stroking her coynte.

"Jane, I intend to fuck your ass, but I am not sufficiently lubricated. So, I expect that you will use your saliva to prepare me for insertion."

As I said this, I held my phallus in one hand and aimed it directly at her mouth. There was a momentary hesitation on her part. Now that she was faced with actually fucking her own son, she was somewhat uncertain. Finally, raw sexual desire took over and she moved in between my spread legs. 

"At first, Jane, just take the very head of my phallus into your mouth. I shall control things from that point onward."

Jane opened her mouth and, with some difficulty, got the head of my phallus inside her lips. I chuckled inwardly for I had seen two other females struggle at first with the girth of my phallus only to later gulp it down as the effect of the furry dildos took over their bodies. I placed my hands on either side of Jane's head and directed her gaze upon the circle of sixes.

"Recognize this?"

She pulled her mouth away from my phallus in order to answer me.

"Yes, that is the birthmark your sire left upon you."

"That is correct, Jane. Keep your eyes upon it and you shall be rewarded."

She replaced my phallus –head inside of her lips and I could tell that she was intently staring at the circle of sixes. I waited for the sign that she had succumbed to the attraction of the circle. When it came, there was no doubt that she was hooked. Her mouth opened wider than it had ever been and she gulped down my phallus as though it were a huge piece of sausage. She couldn't have dislodged herself even if she wanted to do so. As had happened before, I knew that she was inside the circle of sixes. I was unprepared for the surprise that awaited me. Suddenly, I heard the twittering that both Della and June had mentioned. I watched in total disbelief as two fur-clad, dildos marched across the bed covers. Unlike the females, I could understand their twittering.

"You take that big brown hole. I'll get her in that red slit. My, my. Look at the hair around that slit!"

"That will make your entry difficult. My entry will be easy. Her brown hole must have been used by a whole lot of poles. It is standing wide open right now!"

I watched as they marched up to a position alongside Jane's flank. Then, with nothing more than a slight leap, they were on her. I saw Jane's buttocks wiggle and flinch as the two dildos moved across her flesh.

On an impulse, I spoke to the one nearest to me.

"What are you?"

Surprisingly, it answered me." I am one of Satan's phalluses!"

"What is your purpose with these females?"

The phallus laughed at my question and its' manner indicated that it had expected me to already know the answer to that question.

"Are you stupid? In response to her inherent animal tendencies, every earth female yearns for the continuous presence of a phallus in her secret parts. We are sent by the Master himself to provide that service. We destroy the female's inhibitions so that she is free to think of nothing but the pleasure a phallus gives her and her senses. We live for as long as our host lives and we keep her at a constant level of sexual excitement. We are the phallus that she dreams of. Haven't you ever noticed a female swinging her hips and doing little dance steps while they perform their routine tasks. Their movements stir us to action and they feel orgasmic tremors through every part of their bodies."

"Does every female have you inside of them?"

"No. Only those females who acknowledge their need for us by leaping into the circle of sixes. In order for us to appear, the female must admit of the existence, consciously or unconsciously, of her wish for a perpetual phallus. Some plunge into the circle while others must be forced into it. Still, others absolutely refuse to acknowledge their needs and desires. Your task is to bring as many females into the circle as is possible." 

With that, it was through with any discourse with me. They each moved down in between her ass cheeks so I was unable to follow their progress, but I knew when they entered Jane's body. Her gyrations became more and more agitated. The movements of her lower body were, somehow, connected to the muscles in her throat for she began, 'milking' my phallus with her throat movements. As my orgasm got nearer and nearer, I pushed my phallus deeper and deeper into her throat. Strangely enough, Jane didn't even retch! I exploded and my jism cascaded into her throat. Jane was going wild as both Della and June had done. As the last drops of my jism worked their way down into Jane's throat, I pulled back so that my phallus came free. Jane erupted in speech instantaneously.

"John! John! Fuck me! UH! Fuck me! Oh, God! I'm being eaten alive! Fuck me, John, Fuck MEEEEE!"

I swung her around so that her ass was facing me. With one swift movement, I drove my phallus deep into her ass channel. I expected a cry of pain and a plea to take it out, but none was forthcoming. Instead, Jane emitted the biggest sigh of pleasure and relief I had ever heard. The fur dildo had been right on the money. Jane had been ass-fucked so many times that she really enjoyed being taken in that manner!

I didn't hesitate. I began buggering her ass with a vengeance. 

"Oh, fuck me, John! Fuck me! I have waited years for this. Deeper, John! Go deeper into me. Go so deep that you hurt me! I don't mind if you hurt me. Push that phallus of yours so deep that it comes out of my throat."

I took her at her word and drove my phallus deeper into her ass than I had ever been before. She cried out and began shoving her ass back at me thereby driving it even deeper. Once more, I exploded and drenched her ass channel walls with my jism. For some reason, Jane wasn't so terribly bothered by the presence of the fur-clad dildos in her gut as either Della or June had been. So, after I came, we remained held together in this carnal union by my flesh pole. Then, I leaned down over Jane's back and whispered,

"Jane, I need to come!"

All she said was, "Yes, John. I know!"

Once more, I coated her ass channel walls with my jism. Somehow, I knew that we would keep this up until one of the other of us fainted from fatigue. Only, it was not to be.

"Hey, you guys! Aren't you ever going to break for breakfast?"

June stood in the door looking down upon our union with a nasty smile upon her face.

Since it was Saturday and I wasn't expected in the office, we spent the rest of that day and all of the next fucking on the floor. Somehow, that seemed to be the appropriate place for our activities since we were all animals where sex was concerned. With June's porno knowledge, we got into some of the weirdest twosomes and threesomes you could ever imagine. Sometime during our orgy, one of the females described the situation to a tee. She said,

"We two sisters are now John's two concubines!"

I corrected her. "No. You are both my Devadazis – my temple whores"



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 07



Betty was ready for my appearance on Monday morning and, as I came into the office, she got to her feet waving a piece of paper at me.

"John, all hell has broken loose!"

"Why? What has happened?"

"Paula has just issued a new directive to every executive of the company that is going to cause a lot of trouble. Here, read this."

What Betty handed me was an interoffice memo that said, in no uncertain, terms that the attendance at the company parties must change. She went even further to dictate just what she meant by that. I read:

"It has come to my attention and to the attention of the CEO that the attendance at our regular staff parties of the executive wives has dropped off to where there are hardly any wives who attend on a regular basis. This defeats our plans for these parties. I shall remind you that our purpose in holding these entertainments was to create the strongest possible bond between the executives of this company. A part of this bonding, was the union formed by having the wives be present and PARTICIPATING in the festivities! What has resulted is that only the staff secretaries provide the feminine company for the male executives. THIS MUST STOP! Hereafter, only a limited number of the executive secretaries will be asked to attend. Thus, to avoid the appearance of a, 'stag outing', each executive MUST be accompanied by his wife or girlfriend. Official notice shall be taken of those who, for whatever reason, fail to comply with this directive."

"Whoop-de-do! Betty, you are right. This may lead to a number of separations within the married executive ranks!"

"John, this also means that you will have to bring June as your, 'date'."

"I had decided to do better than that. Jane has arrived and I had intended to take both of them to the next party."

"Am I to assume that this Jane has been introduced to the Circle of Sixes?"

"She has."

"I seem to recall your emphatic statement that you would never fuck your mo.....uh.. Jane. Obviously, that has changed."

"Yes, Jane is quite a pleasant ..uh.. bed partner."

Betty's face broke into one of her patented, 'I told you so' smiles.

"Don't give me that superior look. I'm learning more about this incubus stuff almost everyday. Would you be willing to lower yourself to such an extent that you would accompany me home tonight and tell June and Jane something of what they should expect?"

"I would be honored!"

Later that day, both Betty and I arrived at my apartment. When Betty got out of her car, I noticed that she was carrying three brown shopping bags. I didn't ask about them. By this time, Betty was so accustomed to my habits that she didn't hesitate in removing her working dress. I looked at Jane and I noted a brief look of surprise when Betty adopted a naked state.

"Jane, this is Betty. She is my secretary. Betty, this is Jane. My newest Devadazi!"

Both Jane and Betty looked a little nonplussed at this type of introduction, but then both of them smiled and hugged each other. It was strange to watch two naked females hugging tit-to-tit. It even looked as though both of them got a thrill from the intimate contact. I began the conversation.

"Every so often, the company holds a party for the executive staff. Such a party is to be held in the next few days. Each executive is to bring either his wife or his girlfriend to the party. In addition, there will be a limited number of executive secretaries who shall also attend the party. It is ritual that males and females are separated upon arrival so I cannot describe for you what you should expect, but Betty can. That is why I have asked her to come here tonight. Betty?"

"First off, you must understand that these parties are, in reality, sex orgies and you will be expected to participate in the sexual engagements. The party is a type of costume party."

June spoke up. "Oh, goodie! I love costume parties!"

Betty was laughing by this time and she hastened to say, "This is probably the strangest costume party you will ever attend. I have brought costumes for both of you and I'll show you how to put them on."

Betty opened one of the bags and withdrew a rough woolen skirt and the cowl that went with it. Once she had donned this outfit, none of us could make out her face.

"As you can see, the costume is simplicity itself. The only parts that I haven't put on are the sandals that go with the rest of this outfit. As we arrive, there will be a naked, young girl to greet us. She will reach across your chest and pull this draw cord so that your skirt will fall to the floor. This is your costume for the night! As the party is beginning, no one will be able to recognize you nor will you recognize anyone else. As the party progresses, most people revert to the totally naked stage. When you get ready to leave, simply pick up any of the skirts that will be lying around and take it as your costume. We all do that. After you have been relieved of your costume by the young girl, she will lead you into an adjacent room that will probably shock you. I assume that you both have spent some time lying with your feet and legs in the stirrups?" Betty paused and both June and Jane nodded. "In this room, you will be met by a male midget. He is the smallest man I have ever seen with one exception. He has the biggest cock of any man on this earth. Never fear, he is not there to use that cock on any of us. His arms will be greased as far up as his elbows. Oh, I meant to ask, have both of you experienced fisting at any time before?"

June nodded her head, but Jane shook her head indicating that she had not. 

"Do you know what fisting is?" Again, Jane shook her head in the negative. "June, can you enlighten your sister?"

"Sure. Look Jane. The person - man or woman - who is going to fist you, greases their hand and arm and then they proceed to push that hand into whichever opening they think is most accessible. So, you can be fisted in your ass or your cunt. How far up into your cavity depends upon the size of their hands and the size of your cavity."

Betty broke in to add, "The midget has very small hands and forearms and he usually pushes into you until his elbow is resting on your buttocks." Jane looked a little green after this description, so Betty asked her, "Can you do this?"

Jane's response was not very substantial, but she nodded her head.

Betty continued, "I have a suggestion for both of you. Have John re-invigorate your inner dildos the afternoon of the party and that will be a big help for you. Any questions?" Naturally, June spoke up.

"Yeah. How do we go about getting fucked by one of the men?" 

"Just remember, all of the males will be naked from the chest down just like you. So, all you do is select the one you want and walk up to him. Take hold of his cock – lightly, mind you – and then bend over until you can touch the eye of his cock with your tongue. If he accepts your offer, he will begin stroking you between the legs. Assuming that you both agree to fuck one another, just drop down into the doggy position and wait for him to initiate things. If a man is attracted to you, he will probably approach you from the rear and either begin stroking you between the legs or he may put one or two fingers into the opening that interests him. Again, dropping into the doggy position is a sign of acceptance. You must realize that you aren't necessarily safe even when some male is fucking you. You might very well find yourself as the center of attraction of a three-some. There is one other thing you should know. There is no requirement that all the party-goers be heterosexual. It is quite possible that some will be homosexual so be guided by your own personal standards. There is one other individual you should be wary of and she is our company's director of personnel. Her name is Anita Weatherly and she is a transvestite."

Jane looked at Betty and asked, "What the hell is that?" But, before Betty could frame an answer, June broke in and said, "Jane, baby, it means she's got a cock instead of a cunt!"

There was a definite look of disbelief on Jane's face! 

June asked, "How long do these parties last?"

Betty really guffawed at this. "The party goes on until there aren't any more males standing! Normally, a party will begin on Friday night end some time Sunday!"

"Boy-oh-boy, Jane. We should really have one helluva good time." Jane remained silent, but a small wicked smile spread across her face. This was quite a sudden and disturbing change in her life and I was certain that she wasn't yet quite accustomed to being a whore. 

* * * * * * * *

Our entrance to the Weatherly mansion went exactly as Betty had outlined it. She had met us as we entered and took the two girls in tow. I stepped through the huge double doors and looked around. Even though it was still rather early, there was a sea of naked buttocks and legs scattered hither and yon on the available couches and the floor. I was just getting adjusted to the subdued lighting when I felt a small, soft hand take hold of my phallus. I looked to my right and, once more, saw Paula Wilson with her outstretched hand holding my manhood. She had an evil grin on her face.

"Good evening, Paula. I thought the protocol called for you to plant a kiss upon my phallus. Or, are we departing from the usual procedure?"

She didn't utter a word. She deftly pulled my foreskin back so that the head of my phallus was exposed and then she bent over and planted a tonguing-kiss on the single small hole in the center of my phallus head. She looked up at me and said,

"John, what do you know of me?"

"Paula, I know that you are the horniest female in this entire company. And, at an early age, you were taught sexual obedience. You are also totally aware of everything that goes on – especially on the executive level as it pertains to anything sexual. Finally, you have a reputation for being adventurous – willing to try almost everything – in the sexual area. Now, what do you know about me?"

"John, when I was rather young, we lived in Thailand and I had an Indian nanny. She had lived in Thailand all of her life and knew a very great deal about the people and their customs. Whenever my mother and father were going to be gone for some time, she would take me into the jungle and we would visit a certain temple. The people who worshipped there believed that they were sex partners with the devil. All of them felt that they were inhabitants of a particular circle. It was called, 'the Circle of sixes'. I think that you are an aficionado of that circle. I want you to introduce me to the Circle of Sixes."

I stared down upon her uplifted face and I knew, at once, that she was deadly serious. I reached out and took hold of her head with both of my hands and I pulled her face down to the level of my cock. She, naturally, had to kneel if we were to accomplish this. I positioned her face and mouth in a direct line with my phallus head. 

"Open your lips and take my phallus into your mouth!"

"John, you are much too big for me to do that. My mouth is too small!"

"Just open your lips and put them on my phallus." She complied and I then told her, "Direct your eyes here." And I pointed to the circle on my lower belly. I watched her eyes. At first, they were glancing back and forth from side to side, but then, the circle caught her and they fixated on the circle. I knew that I had captured her. Somehow, her look had slipped from the skin of my belly to a point quite far inside the circle. Then, she reacted exactly as the others had done when they were captured by the circle. Abruptly, her mouth opened and she lunged towards my phallus. There was not the slightest hesitancy. The entire length of my phallus disappeared into her mouth and throat. We made quite a tableau. The two of us chained together by my phallus and her mouth. In just a few minutes, I heard the chattering of Satan's phalluses and then I saw them take possession of Paula's sex openings. She immediately began squirming and wiggling her ass as those devilish dildos worked their way up into her guts and her uterus. The rest of the world disappeared and we were alone. Her throat muscles began the milking that I had come to expect and, in a very short while, I was spurting my jism into Paula's throat. The effect of my jism was to calm – to some degree – the tickling of the devil's phalluses. My phallus was so deep into her throat that not a drop of my jism escaped from between her lips. She gulped several times as she swallowed my offering. When she had taken all of it, she fell away from me and began groveling on the floor.

"JOHN! For Heaven's sake, FUCK ME! I need your cock...NOW!"

I turned her over and pulled her up onto her knees. With one powerful stroke, I drove my phallus completely into her ass! There was a huge sigh that came from her. She must have been in some pain for she began crawling away from me. I simply moved forward along with her. It was quite a game that we played. She would crawl a few inches and I would then drive my phallus back into her open ass. By this time, there was no puckered entrance to her inner guts. Rather, there was a gaping dark space where my phallus maintained its' hold on her body. We moved around the floor like some kind of alien beast until I ejaculated into her ass passage. I stood still and she slowly drew her tortured body off the fleshy spike that had been driven into her. She toppled over onto her side and closed her eyes.

I leaned down close to her head and whispered, "Welcome, Paula to the circle of sixes. You shall belong to me and Satan for the rest of your life!"I turned and left her lying there. A crumpled bit of female ass.

Since my first visit to Weatherly's mansion had only involved my escapade with Betty, I decided to saunter around to see what I could see and to pick up new inductees for the circle. There were quite a few doors that opened off the central hallway. This hallway ran from the front entryway back – well, I wasn't quite certain just where it did end. I tried one of the first doors I came to and looked into a much smaller room than the grand ballroom. Even so, there were five or six couples in various postures copulating on the floor. There were large potted flowers placed around the walls. These potted plants provided me with a perfect way of circling the room without announcing my presence. I had gone form the door across to wall opposite, when I suddenly saw a female figure between two of the plants. It was the weirdest sight I have ever seen. She was squatting and the fingers of one of her hands were excitedly and vigorously plowing into her ass! Then, as I looked around, I saw the cause of her actions.

There was a couple on the floor practically at her feet. The female was kneeling with her face lying on the floor. This pushed her ass up to an elevated position and the male was pile-driving his phallus into her ass. I looked back at the unknown ass-fucking female and I saw, at once, that she was moving her fingers in and out of her ass in accompaniment to the movements of the male! I stood for some time and watched this queer performance. The female who was fingering her own ass still had her cowl well down over her face so it was not possible for me to see her face and, possibly, identify her. Months ago, Betty had been right when she said that my concern about females would be altered as I became more Incubus and less human male. I didn't give a damn what this female looked like since I was only concerned with the stretch of her anatomy from her belly button down and through her crotch to the crevasse of her buttocks. I thought, "Aha! Another circle inductee!" I shifted my foot ever so slightly and purposefully moved a chair. The noise was not very loud, but the female was so attuned to being discovered that she shot upright in less than a second! I stepped up behind her and, using the protocol Betty had described, I reached around her hips and slid my hand onto her coynte. There was a rather large gasp from her to which I ascribed the surprise at my presence. Undoubtedly, she had expected to remain unobserved. 

"I would prefer that you not do that!" Her denial of my access to her coynte didn't deter me at all. So, she continued, "I didn't come here for that!"

"I thought that all of the females who attended these parties came for just this exact treatment."

"I am not one of them. I am here for just one reason and that is to protect my husband's career."

Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Are you telling me that you don't enjoy a sexual liaison?"

"Absolutely. This is not the type of – as you say – liaison that was predicated for mankind. This is nothing more than two beasts of the jungle having at one another. There isn't any emotion or deep feelings involved in this -----this animalistic union. The great creator did not intend that humans use his gift of sex in this fashion. It was to be used only for procreation and not debased in this way. Look at them! They are nothing more than two rutting beasts! Gone is every shred of humankind behavior. They aren't even in the proper position!"

The first part of her tirade consisted, primarily, of the standard religious spiel against sexual freedom and it didn't really surprise me. But, her declaration that these people weren't in the proper position caused me to suck in my breath. Obviously, she felt that the missionary position was the only one to be used for human sex. I knew than that I was going to fuck her coynte and ass in the doggy style.

While all of this discussion had been going on, I was expertly rubbing her coynte lips, and even upon occasion, the rim of her puckered hole. She had quite a thatch of pubic hair. It extended from above her slit, down between her legs and even up to her rear hole. And it was sodden with the juices from her body. So, I knew that all of this tirade was for the justification of her actions– quite possibly to herself. It was at this point that she turned her head and I was startled when I found myself looking into the face of Carol Blake – the wife of my friend and boss!

"Carol?"

"Yes, John. I am Richard's wife."

"But surely, as long as he has been working for this company, you must have become accustomed to attending these parties?"

"No, John. I never felt easy about them, but, when Richard first achieved junior executive status, I felt it was my duty to attend. Then, I found out that a great many of the other wives felt the same as I did so we began a silent rebellion by just not showing up."

While she was telling me all of this, I had brought my other hand into play and I now had fingers in her coynte and her ass. For all of her disavowal of down and dirty sex, she didn't make any move to dislodge my fingers. In fact, the vibrations of her ass and her belly had increased noticeably. 

"How did that work out?"

" At first, Richard was disappointed that I wouldn't accompany him, but he soon adapted to the use of these company whores that the company calls, 'secretaries' and my disobedience was seemingly forgotten. Then I noticed that our love sessions had dropped off and, to be truthful, our sex life has deteriorated until it is practically nonexistent. Since being made the division head of this new division, Richard seems to be working harder and longer hours. He usually responds to my urgings by saying that he has work to do or he is too tired. But, I know he has found another!"

"Do you know who she is?"

"Yes! I most certainly do know who she is. One night I caught the two of them in my own den! They were watching one of those dirty movies. She was bent over the desk with her dress up over her buttocks and he was taking her in the rear! Now, I have steadfastly refused to allow Richard to use me in that fashion so my first inclination was to rush in and throw that tramp out!"




A Circle of Sixes Ch. 07



"But, you didn't do that?"

"No. How could I when the tramp was my own daughter! Since that time, I know that they spend an inordinate amount of time in the den alone."

As Carol described this tawdry situation, she slowly collapsed against my chest. By easing down onto the floor, I brought both of us into a prone position. I put my lips up close to Carol's ear and whispered to her,

"Carol I am going to fuck you!"

She didn't respond in any way. So, I rolled over in between her legs, got up onto my knees and lifted her legs up onto my shoulders. It sounded to me as if Carol was softly sobbing, but I wasn't sure. She was so wet and open that pushing my phallus into her coynte presented no difficulty whatsoever. In just a few heartbeats, I was through her vagina and the head of my phallus was pushing into her uterus. I couldn't help but think that she was enjoying this invasion for she had not uttered another word. Then I knew! Her legs, which had been resting upon my shoulders suddenly shifted to around my waist and she gave a mighty pull that completely buried my phallus in her coynte and her hips began a frenzied up-and-down motion. It was unclear to me just who was doing the fucking.

"Carol, now that my phallus has entered your coynte, you belong to me. Your desire to continue fucking me will never wane, but grow stronger at time passes."

"Yes John!"

Somehow, the seduction of this budding nympho had increased my inner excitement so my first orgasm was not long in coming. I blew quite a wad of jism into her coynte and that triggered her come. As was my custom, I did not remove my phallus from within her coynte. We lay there joined by our genitals until I felt her begin those inner movements again. I almost laughed. This was so bizarre. She had so strongly reproved others for doing just what we were doing only now it was her belly that was being plumbed. Our second orgasms took a little longer to rage through our bodies, but they were, if anything, even more vicious than the first ones.

"Roll over, Carol. I intend to fuck you in the ass!"

Once more, I was surprised with her unquestioning acquiescence. She didn't object in any way. She merely rolled over onto her belly and lifted her ass as high up as it would go. She was adopting the perfect position for being fucked in the ass! I wondered:

"Who has been using this hole?"

That she had been fucked often in the ass became even more apparent when I slid my phallus into her hole. True, my phallus was wet with her coynte juices, but, even allowing for that, this entryway offered no hindrance whatsoever to my entrance. My phallus head slid into her puckered hole and beyond. It wasn't halted until it encountered her sphincter and then it was just a momentary halt.

"Deeper, John! Go deeper!"

So deeper I went until my pubic hair was plastered against her buttocks. As I began the in-and –out motion of my phallus, she kept repeating, 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuccccckkkkkk! Fuuuuucccccckkkk!"

And she came!

I fucked her ass three more times and she came each time with me. That Carol was a nymphomaniac was no longer in doubt. That she was one screwed up female was also not in doubt. I thought to myself that she must have led a terrible life when she was torn between acknowledging her basic sexual drive and, at the same time, trying to uphold her religious training. I chuckled as I realized that I was bringing this disparity to an end. From this moment on, she would find that she was truly a nymphomaniac and not a pious little school girl. That she would return to again taste my phallus was not in doubt and I knew that when she did come for more fucking, I would induct her into the circle. Then, another thought hit me. Was I, indirectly, doing Richard a very big favor by destroying his wife's inhibition against, 'dirty' sex'?

As we parted company – Carol was out on the floor – I also thought of something else. 

"Don't forget that daughter. She is a candidate for inclusion in the circle just as well as her mother. I wonder? How many daughters does carol have?"



A Circle of Sixes Ch. 08



I was anxious to see Betty as I arrived at my office. There was something that I hoped she could clear up. Fortunately she was, as usual, in early.

"Good morning, John. What's wrong? You look all out of sorts."

"I am. I don't understand what is going on. It has been two months since that last company party and not one of the females that I had sex with has shown up. Am I losing my touch or...what?"

"John, I can't answer that because I just don't know, but there has been another development. There is a letter for you that I put on your desk. I think I got one just like it. I do know that they weren't delivered through the usual office mail system. Take a look at yours and then we can compare notes."

I went into my office and, sure enough, there was a plain envelope on my desk blotter. There was no address that I could see and I wondered just how Betty had known it was for me. Then, when I opened it, there was another surprise. It was written in a very old type of script. It read,

"Mr. John Martin – Incubus,

Please make yourself available Saturday the next at 8:00 a.m.at the home of Miss Anita Weatherly. No prior preparations are required.

Yours,

Reymondo

I stomped out to where Betty was sitting and demanded, "Just who in hell is this guy, Reymondo?"

"John, I have no idea. I assume that your note tasked you to be at Anita's house next Saturday. At least, that's what mine said."

"Yeah, mine, too. It seems that we have no choice in this matter. Shall we go together?"

"Probably not, I am supposed to be there by 5:00 A. M. and that would be really early for you. So, I guess I'll see you there."

I was not the least bit happy about this so-called invitation, but, like many of the things that had happened to me since I became aware of my incubus status, it was very apparent that there was no choice open to me. Arrive on time or..........?

I made certain that it was exactly 8:00 when I opened the door to Anita's mansion. I encountered the first of many surprises for this day as I stepped inside. Instead of the young girl who normally helped us disrobe for the company parties, a middle-aged woman –naked, of course – approached me and began removing the casual clothing I was wearing. I wasn't certain, but she seemed to be stroking me at the same time. Nothing was said even after I, too, was naked. She turned into a small ante-room and emerged holding a cup of some kind of liquid. She proffered it to me and I drank it down. Unlike the stuff that we usually drank at the parties, this was sweet and smooth on the tongue. As I was swallowing this liquid, she took hold of my phallus and, using it like a yoke, directed me into the mansion. We went along the corridor to where a small door was recessed into the wall. Once this door was opened, it revealed a stairway that disappeared down into the bowels of the building. I carefully followed the stairway down until I could go no further. There, I encountered still another small door and, when I knocked on it, it was opened by Betty. Honestly, I was glad to see her for I wasn't at all certain just what was intended to happen. Furthermore, my senses had begun swaying and I was having trouble watching where I put my feet. Betty also took hold of my phallus and drew me inside a rather small room. Just how large the room was, I couldn't really make out for the lighting was extremely dim. Two impressions came to me almost at once. First, there was some kind of contraption sitting in what was probably the middle of the room and, secondly, the walls were lined with statues of naked women! I couldn't help staring at these statues for they varied in age, size and desirability. Their bodies were all completely bare of marks or hair. They looked as though they were made of alabaster. Some tits hung. Others pointed straight out from their owner's chest. Then one of the statues moved and I suddenly knew that these were actual, living females! Each of them held a small lamp before her breasts of the kind one would see in an Arabian Nights type of movie. And, it was these lamps that provided the only light in the room! Betty's insistent pulling on my phallus did not permit me to stand and observe these living statues. She led me to the contraption and made me straddle a pointed ramp-like structure. By this time, I was nearly out. Her hand slid beneath my phallus and she took hold of my scrotum. Her other hand pushed me further onto the ramp until my phallus was actually above the level of the table-like part of the contraption. This constant handling of my phallus had resulted in a very large erection. Betty leaned over to me and whispered, 

"This is the bridal altar!"

This meant absolutely nothing to me. Anita entered the room and came up to me carrying another small cup of the same kind of liquid as before. She was insistent so I drank it all. If my phallus was hard before I drank this potion, it was as hard as steel afterwards and, although I found this hard to accept, it was larger than normal! The driving sensation in my gut screamed at me, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" While I was trying desperately to come to terms with this state of affairs, the door opened again and Betty and another naked female I didn't recognize entered the room. At Betty's urging, the other female climbed up onto the table, knelt and leaned forward so that her mouth was very close to the head of my phallus. She was a very pretty looking girl and I smiled down at her as she peered up at me. Then her face began to change. It slowly altered its' shape and appearance until it became a grotesque mask of evil intent. I expected some kind of hesitation, but that was not to be. In a second, her eyes were riveted upon the circle I wore. Her face assumed an even more gruesome expression and her mouth became a desperate rictus of desire. Her eyes were screwed up in a terrible grimace and all I could see of her mouth were her teeth. She looked to me as some kind of meat-eating animal and I thought for sure that she was going to chomp down upon my phallus! She lunged at me and I instinctively sucked in my belly. However, she didn't close her teeth about my phallus. Instead her mouth opened to an even wider degree and my phallus slid, unhindered, into her mouth. This fiend was mouth-fucking me!

A movement caught my eye and I looked up over the female's body. There, in the space between her legs, a grey, mist-shrouded figure was taking form. I could not make out any of the features of this thing nor could I really see just what sort of creature it was. The female's body shuddered as it felt the presence of this being. There was a sound of something sucking and the grey mist began to disappear inside the female's body. She kept her mouth fast upon my phallus as she was frantically thrashing about. The grey figure disappeared into her body only to be followed by a second figure. This one, too, was sucked into the other of her openings. I don't know if that female was climaxing or not, but I was. My body was racked with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. I found myself yelling at the top of my lungs! Abruptly, I choked down my exultation because, the damn walls were moving. Or so it seemed to me. The room was fast becoming a kaleidoscope. Naked bodies seemed to be everywhere. I didn't realize that it was my vision field that was spinning until Betty grabbed me and held me up. I looked at her, smiled and promptly surrendered to some kind of dazed state! 

From that moment onward, the whole experience was nothing but a wild drunken jamboree. Naked bodies came and naked bodies went. I climaxed often and I watched intently as one cloud-figure after another disappeared into some female's body. I must have poured my jism into these females by the gallons. There was no limit to the explosive reactions that I felt. I soared above the earth and even into the spaces beneath the earth. I became aware of someone laughing in an hysterical voice and was surprised when Betty told me to, "Shut up!" In between these events, I was given more cups of that sweet liquid and, when I drank the liquid they contained, I looked down and watched my phallus become grossly enlarged until it was the size of a telephone pole! My scrotum was engorged with jism ready to engulf some female's tonsils. Then, with absolutely no concern for anyone's well-being but my own, I would ram it into the face of some female! 

"JOHN! Wake up!"

Betty's voice had penetrated my trance state and I struggled to rise above the level of unconsciousness that had engulfed me. When, at last, my eyes opened I was startled to find that I didn't recognize the room in which I had been sleeping.

"Where am I?"

"You are in one of Anita's bedrooms. You have been here since mid-afternoon yesterday. How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been toting load after load of bricks up a mountain for the longest time. What happened? Why am I here?"

"John, you fucked yourself silly and we had to carry you upstairs and put you to bed. Get up and you and I will have some breakfast. There is someone here I think you must meet if you have any hopes of understanding what happened yesterday."

I rose, but I didn't bother dressing – especially when I saw that Betty was also naked! She must have been rather active for a complete breakfast awaited us. I tried a few vocal sorties, but Betty showed no inclination towards speech of any kind so, our breakfast was a very silent affair. As we were finishing, the door opened and a strange individual came into the room. He was tall. Well over six feet and he was very thin. His hair was shiny black like a Raven's feathers and slicked back. His eyes had an oriental slant, but his coloration was more of the Arab variety. He was smiling, but, somehow, his smile seemed out of place upon that face. Try as I might, I was not able to engage his eyes. Somehow, they always seemed to elude my attention.

"John, this is Reymondo! He represents our common master."

"Good Morning, John. I must say that you put on a first class display of male virility yesterday. Welcome back to the land of the living. No doubt both of you are bursting with questions that you want to ask so, suppose I try, first, to answer a few of them for you. The ritual you participated in yesterday is the mating ritual between my leader and his selected consorts. Or, to put it another way, the human females you saw go through that ceremony have been married to ..... well, I think you know. These unions are everlasting. Yes, Betty?"

"But there were many more females in that room than the ones that we brought in response to the call."

"You are quite right. You must realize that the authority we serve has many, many such females and he deigned to utilize a number of them in order to provide the necessary lighting for the ceremony. Look. Perhaps it would be better if you could actually observe the results of your efforts. Come. Let us proceed to the wedding salon." 

The laugh he gave in response to his attempt at humor was anything but humorous. With that, he turned and led us out of that room, down the stairs into the basement and through the small door leading to the chamber we both had occupied the day before. As we walked along behind Reymondo, Betty whispered to me, "He is from the underworld!" 

I was astonished at that and at the sight that was presented to us and I know that Betty was equally surprised. We were gazing at a room whose every wall was covered by naked females! I immediately renewed my thought of the day before. These females must be statues! But they weren't. Each woman held before her chest a small lamp and the gas – or whatever – that came from the lamp was burning. Along the front of their individual bodies and connected to the lamps was a clear hose of some kind. This hose arose from the area between each woman's legs and was, obviously, feeding the gas into the lamps. Suddenly, Betty grabbed my arm.

"John! Look!"

She was pointing at two of the female statues and I choked when I realized that they were June and Jane – my kin! I started to reach out to them only Reymondo stopped me.

"John, that is useless. The state that they are in won't allow you to rouse them."

"What is this? Some kind of horrible trance?"

"No. They are in a state of suspended animation. They shall remain in this state until the gas in their bodies is exhausted. Perhaps it is best that I start at the beginning: 

The roles that you two were expected to play were simply to induct these candidate females into the Circle of Sixes. This, you accomplished admirably. Once the females were incorporated into the Circle of Sixes, the marriage with Satan could take place. 

Betty, in your role as maiden-of-honor, you observed much of what I am about to describe, but, for John's sake, I shall repeat what happened. John, these females were brought to this place so that they could be permanently united with Satan: my master. Your role in this process was to provide the conduit into the Circle of Sixes. During the process, your body reacted by orgasming time and time again until there was real concern about your health and well-being. That was the reason for keeping you supplied with the elixir of your master. Unfortunately, that elixir can not act as a substitute for the actual rest your mortal half requires. During the actual exercise, did you notice the vague figure that accosted the females?" I nodded. "That figure was a representation of Satan. Betty, what did you see when that ghostly figure approached the openings of the female's body?"

"I thought I was seeing things. The two openings, coynte and ass, opened to an almost impossible degree! They just didn't open a little more than normal. They expanded to a point where I could have inserted the bottom of a wine bottle into them without any hindrance whatsoever. The female's openings had become gaping holes in her body! Then, some kind of suction began and that entire cloud that hid that other figure was sucked into their bodies. Every one of them gave me the impression that they were climaxing as their bodies filled with that gas."

"Exactly. Now, that gaseous cloud that you both saw consists primarily of two essential compounds. The principal compound is a strong tar-like compound. The gas provides the means of introducing this heavier compound into the deep recesses of the female body. And, I should emphasize that this compound is placed in the deepest of recesses in the female's body. The heavier compound lines the sexual passages of the female's body .This tar compound shall remain within that female's body for ever and it will cause her to experience a constant sexual arousal."

"But, what about these crazy lamps that I see?"

"John, it is necessary that we dispel the gaseous element in some way. Betty, suppose you tell him how that is done?"

"John, part of my job yesterday- after the gas was sucked up into her body – was to push two wands up into her cavities. These wands were hollow. Like reeds and, as soon as I pushed them into her, the gas began escaping. Each wand has a hose attached to it and, in turn, these hoses are connected to a little round, flat gizmo which, in turn, is connected to the lamps each female is carrying. Once that lamp is lit, the gas is slowly burned off. Until then, the female will remain in the state you are witnessing now. If you were to examine this female – she pointed to Jane – you would be able to see the hoses leading from her coynte and her ass, between her legs and up to that flat thing I spoke of." 

"Can't those wand things be removed?"

"Yes, they can be withdrawn, but it is quite a touchy operation. Ordinarily, they are only removed when the master has a sexual undertaking for one of these females."

"So, those damnable wands will remain stuck into my aunt and my ....this other female forever?"

John just couldn't bring himself to address Jane as his mother. Somehow, that seemed to be an acknowledgement that he had committed his own mother to a dirty, nasty life as a slave to the devil!

"Not in this case. No!" Reymondo had answered him. "We have plans for June. Our side is about to begin a subtle program of convincing mere mortals that sex anytime and anywhere and with any one is a desirable pastime. We have formed a production company and engaged writers, cameramen and directors. We want June to help us formulate and direct this undertaking. It is not our intent to engage in the common place porno movies. Instead, we shall produce films with not only a believable plot, but with a story line that will slowly bring the audience into an aroused state and condition them to the desire for the actual, slow introduction of blatant sexual activities. So, June's wands shall come out in a day or so."

"But, what about my .....the other female?"

"You and Betty are slated to take up a position at the university. You will direct the Maintenance of Facilities office. That will give you unlimited access to the dorms and many of the sorority houses as well. This female standing over here is Professor Indira Singh. She is a faculty member and, as a child, she was raised in the worship of our lord and master. She shall head the coven to be formed. Your task will be to induct the candidates-male or female- for her coven into the Circle of Sixes. To provide you with a kind of cover, you will reside on the campus in housing supplied by the University as brother and sister. The master has seen fit to allow you one of his consorts as a kind of house mother. She will clean, cook and respond to your other bodily needs. What's more, the master has agreed to allow you to select the consort you wish to accompany you. Are you ready to make your selection?"

I looked at Betty and for the longest time, our two glances interlocked. 

"John, before you chose, perhaps you should see one more. Look over there in that corner."

I shifted my gaze to where Betty was pointing. At first, I didn't see any difference between the statue that stood there – partially hidden by shadows – and the ones that lined the walls. Then, my carnal gaze drifted downward and I gasped! This female had a phallus! I looked more closely at the face of the female and I realized that it was Anita, the hostess of this entire affair. She, like the others was clutching that ever present gizmo to her chest and it, too, had two hoses connected to it, but the astonishing thing was that one of the hoses originated from the end of her phallus! I gawked at this abomination and then I turned and looked at Betty.

"She insisted that she wanted to participate in the ceremony, so she did. Instead of being sucked up into her non-existent coynte, that first cloud figure was sucked into her phallus. The effect of this seemed to set her fires alight. I had a lot of trouble pushing that hose up inside of her phallus even though the eye in its' head was enlarged greatly. John, you should take a careful look at Anita for, when we have a comparable ceremony for the men that I attract, you may well have to attach their phalluses to the lamp!"

I gulped as that thought raced through my mind. Would I be able to do that? I wasn't at all sure that I could accomplish that act. For, as I stared at Anita's penetrated phallus, my own belly and gut began to wrench as spasm after spasm of revulsion tore through me? How would that feel inside of me?

Reymondo interjected a comment at this point: "That transvestite is not to be considered. She is destined to become Paula Wilson's Master-at-arms!"

Once more, Betty and I scanned the lot of available females. Then, a slow grin began on Betty's face and I began to respond in kind. In just a minute or two, we were both laughing. I turned to Reymondo and pointed to one of the female statues and said, loud and clear,

"We'll take this one!"

Finis