THE COVEN by Candy Kane
Night fell quickly as I moved at a steady pace along the seldom-used trail.
The thick elms and sugar maples darkened in the twilight, their shadows
turning from charcoal to coal. I wrapped myself tightly in my cloak against
the late September chill, pulling its hood further down over my face. It
was the autumn of 1692, and the evening brought a chilly reminder that an
early winter was on the way, one this fifteen-year-old girl didn't relish.
In the distance, I heard the screech of an owl beginning his nightly hunt.
The wind swept the tops of the tall poplars like a witch's hand; the scent
of a few remaining fall flowers mixed with damp decay and hardwood. My
small lantern gave an eerie glow, barely lighting the path leading me deeper
into the dark woods.
Despite the chill, I felt warmth growing inside me. My heart raced with
anticipation at what lay ahead. There were eight of us: all girls from
Salem and the surrounding villages who met at the rising of each full moon.
Deep in the forest, hidden by rock, thick brush and sweeping evergreens we
came together to celebrate our sisterhood in the Coven.
Soon, the darkness was eternal; the wind moaned a haunting lament around me.
Spiny branches nipped at my cloak and boney roots reached up to trip me.
It had been almost an hour since I left Salem, but I was finally getting
"Bridget? Is that you?"
I heard a soft voice call from up ahead. I recognized Ann, the sweet girl
from a village to the north.
"Yes, it's me," I said. My pulse quickened as I recalled only a month ago
helping to initiate Ann into our small group of girls. She was eleven, the
youngest and newest member of the Coven. Tituba, our black sister, had
brought Ann into the sisterhood during the summer while caring for her while
Ann's parents were away on a long trip to Boston and New York. Ann had
proven to be a delicious and incredibly eager choice; her passion for
sisterhood pleasure was unquenchable, and I could not wait to share it with
Ann burst from the shadows, running to me and throwing her arms around my
neck. "I have so yearned for you, Bridget," she said breathlessly. Her
eyes filled with tears of joy.
"And I, you." I trembled as I covered her hungry mouth with mine. She
tasted of cinnamon.
Pressing into me, Ann whispered, "Each night I dreamed of you. It has been
so hard waiting for tonight."
"Wait no more," I said, brushing the brown hair from her small, round face.
She sighed, her breath warm on my face. "I grow moist in anticipation," she
said shyly, obviously embarrassed at speaking of such things.
I too felt a tingle in my belly and an itch between my legs knowing that
soon she would be dancing naked before me in the glow of the fire as she
offers herself completely. I took her face in my hands. "You make my
heart flutter, little one," I said, kissing her softly.
Then we walked up the trail hand in hand until we came to a high rock cliff.
We found a well-hidden, narrow space that we squeezed through and entered
the protected clearing of our secret place. I was the last to arrive and
smiles greeted me as each of my Coven sisters came to kiss and embrace me.
First, there was Martha, a timid girl of fifteen with large mysterious eyes;
her hair was worn in beautiful golden braids. Her tongue slipped across my
lips like the flutter of a butterfly as her eyes sparkled with mischief. I
craved her talented tongue on my nether lips.
Then there was Abigail. She was a twenty-year-old blond from Holland who
had enormous breasts that begged to be suckled. She pressed them into me
like soft feather pillows and my mouth watered at the thought of making her
nipples grow hard in my mouth.
Sarah came next. She was sixteen with delicate, porcelain skin and flaming
hair. Her Irish blood made her passionate and vocal when we shared the
pleasures of sisterhood. She gave me a wink and a naughty smile. I could
not wait to hear her cry out in ecstasy.
Rebecca followed. She was sixteen, small and tomboyish. She liked me to
lick her from behind, and she had a fascination with my bottom, spending an
eternity sniffing and licking it.
Susanna was next. She was fourteen, and had the face of an angel, pure
innocence. Susanna had been a member of the Coven for over a year, and
considering the enthusiasm she showed at pleasuring her sisters, she was
definitely not innocent. She particularly liked sucking toes and licking
underarms. I had never considered those things until Susanna. Now, we all
made them part of our lustful rituals.
Finally, Tituba wrapped her chocolate arms around me, her dark skin smelling
of spices. Tituba was the oldest- twenty-two-, the one that had brought us
all together, teaching us the ways of sisterhood love, and the forbidden
pleasures only women can share. I'll never forget the first time I parted
her legs and tasted brown sugar.
"My sweet Bridget," Tituba said. She gave me a passionate kiss. Then she
turned to the small group of girls. "Now that we are all here, let us
We gathered wood to build our fire, stacking it in a tight cone shape. With
flint, Tituba ignited the kindling until the orange flames licked at the
thick branches. They reminded me of our ravenous tongues licking each
other. As I watched the fire grow, Ann came from behind, wrapping her arms
around me. She rested her chin on my shoulder. Ann was such a sweet,
affectionate girl. I wanted to pull her to the ground and pleasure her
right then and there, but I knew that patience was a virtue. The exotic
mixture of Tituba's special brew, the consuming heat of the fire, and the
intoxicating sight of our bodies dancing naked under the stars would make
our orgasms numerous, intense, and so worth the wait.
Once the flames blazed and the heat warmed our faces, we knelt in a circle
around the fire, chanting prayers to our father the moon, our mother the
earth, the stars that guide our way, and the goddess of love that lives in
the moist temple between our legs. We asked that she sweep us away tonight
in a tide of female passion. Tituba led the ritual prayers, our chants
growing louder and stronger. Tituba had set up a small caldron beside the
fire to heat her brew. As we chanted, she carefully added the secret
ingredients: mushrooms, roots, herbs, berries, and a bit of ground up
animal bones. She stirred it slowly, her lips forming silent incantations.
I looked up once to see Ann smiling at me through the flames. I could tell
from the sparkle in her eyes that her body burned with desire.
Tituba dipped a small cup in the brew and passed it first to Martha who
sipped. Martha then passed it to Abigail who took the next drink. The cup
went around the circle back to Tituba. She dipped it into the steaming dark
liquid and passed it around again.
Soon, I hear a wispy flute as Rebecca started playing a haunting melody.
The jingle and pop of the tambourine followed as Sarah accompanied Rebecca's
My head spun, filled with bright rainbows and wonderful visions. I let my
cloak drop to the ground as I stood, stretching my arms over my head,
feeling that I was floating. I turned slowly, letting the heat of the
flames warm me. I tingled with excitement; my body came alive with
sensations of wanton desire. I needed to touch soft skin, and be touched by
eager fingers, to kiss sweet lips, lick tender moist folds, and suck hard,
arroused nipples. I watched the other girls twirl and twist, moving to the
beat of the tambourine and flute, and the accompanying crackle and pop of
The heat grew, both from the burning wood, and the fires of passion inside
me. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulling and tugging it off along with the other
layers of dress and garment. I caught glimpses of my sisters doing the
same; their naked skin becoming exposed and glistening with sweat in the
firelight. Soon we were whirling and singing, moving from one another,
embracing, laughing, and kissing.
I was naked, my skin shimmering like quicksilver. I felt arms wrap around
me from behind. Ann giggled sweetly as her small bare breasts pressed into
my back. Her hand went to my nipple while her other slipping down my belly,
her fingers playing with my short curls before pressing between my legs. I
yelped with joy knowing it was she.
Ann kissed my neck while she rubbed my vagina, working her fingers to open
my lips before sliding inside me. Ann moaned in my ear when she discovered
the creamy wetness engulfing her finger. I pushed my bottom back into her
feeling her curly bush on my ass. She was so wet.
I reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, working my fingers between
them, exploring the moist valley in search of her tender rosebud. Then I
realized lips were kissing my fingers; another girl knelt behind Ann licking
her ass. Suddenly, there was a warm, wet mouth on my vagina. I looked down
seeing Abigail on her knees, kissing my opening. Her tongue fought with
Ann's fingers to enter and pleasure me.
The clearing filled with moans and giggles, high-pitched squeals and yelps.
I saw Tituba lying on her back, a bed of discarded garments beneath her. On
top of her with her head between Tituba's legs, Susanna lapped at our black
sister opening while Tituba hugged Susanna's hips, kissing and licking her
bottom, feasting on delicate flesh. Across the clearing, Rebecca's flute
sang with passion as Sarah dropped down and buried her face between
Rebecca's legs. I knew now that it was Martha who was behind Ann. Above
the crackle of the flames, I heard slurping and sucking of hungry mouths.
I turned my head so I could kiss my sweet Ann, my tongue darting into her
small, warm mouth. The four of us sank to the ground, our cloaks and gowns
making a soft bed. I was on my back feeling my legs being spread by
Abigail. Ann was on top of me, our breasts pressed tightly, and Abigail was
licking us both. Martha had moved around behind Abigail to lick her bottom.
I pulled Ann up until she straddled my face. Then I stuck out my tongue and
tasted her fresh, young sex. A shudder ran through me as her thick honey
dripped into my mouth and her fragrance filled me with desire.
"Oh, Bridget," she said over the roar of the fire. "I've wanted your
attentions so badly." In a whisper only I could hear, she mouthed the
words, "I love you."
My eyes smiled back at her as I reached up and caressed her breasts,
pinching her nipples. They grew rigid as she leaned her head back, closing
her eyes, running her fingers through her hair. I was infatuated with this
tiny nymph and wanted so much to bring her to orgasm. As I ran my tongue
between her nether lips lapping up her cream, my nose rubbed her clitoris.
Like her nipples, it grew hard, emerging from its protective hood looking
like a precious pearl. I drew it between my lips and flicked it with the
tip of my tongue, then sucked it hard. Ann's small frame shook violently as
she squeezed my head between her legs and let out a cry. The orgasm racked
her body and she started to collapse forward. I helped her slide back down
my body until she was lying on top of me. She left a wet trail between my
breasts and down my tummy. Tituba's brew heightened my lust and I felt like
Ann's skin was part of mine. I spread my legs wide pushing Ann's apart so
Abigail could lick us both. Holding Ann tightly, I kissed her, whispering
how much I adored her.
"I want to be with you forever," she said, softly. Like a kitten, she
licked her cream off my lips and cheeks.
"I know, my sweet angel," I said, shaking with arousal. "I can't get enough
Suddenly, Abigail had two fingers in me, and my heart raced with my
approaching orgasm. Abigail let her busy fingers work on me while she
licked Ann's vagina and bottom. Then I felt one of Abigail's wet fingers
find my rosebud and slip inside my rectum. I climaxed hard and long. Ann
was crying and laughing hysterically as she planted dozens of kisses all
over my face. "You are so beautiful in the throes of passion," she said
My back arched and my chest heaved as the fires of sisterhood love consumed
me. I squeezed my precious Ann, running my hand down her back and kneading
her ass. Then, Abigail was lying beside us and our mouths and tongues
fought in a wild kissing frenzy. I tasted my cream on her lips.
Suddenly, Ann was swept from my arms by Susanna and carried to Tituba.
Without wasting a moment, Abigail was on her hands and knees, turning around
so her bottom was above my face. She gently lowered her shimmering, naked
body onto mine bringing her vagina only inches from my mouth. Her fleece
was soaked and dripping, and I reached to spread her lips wide and drink.
Surely, the goddess of love was with us tonight as our bodies were racked
with wave upon wave of passion.
As the night wore on, in twos and threes, we pleasured each other again and
again until we were all spent. I was basking in the glow of my last orgasm
when Ann came to me. She sank into my arms under a layer of thick garments
and our fingers quickly found the warmth between our legs while we kissed
deeply. As the flames died down to glowing embers, we pleasured each other
one last time and then slept.
With the first signs of the approaching dawn, we were all up and dressed;
ready to return to our villages. We spoke of the pleasures of the night
before and how each sister yearned for the next full moon. As I hugged my
sweet Ann goodbye, she said to beware of the strange rumors of witchcraft
going around the villages of late.
"You have only to worry about getting through the long nights until we are
in each other's arms again, little one," I said, kissing her one last time.
Witchcraft, I thought as I made my way along the trail back to Salem. What
a silly notion.
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