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Authors name: Candy Kane (rytr33@hotmail.com)
Story title : Coven, The
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THE COVEN by Candy Kane [fff+]
by Candy Kane (rytr33@hotmail.com)
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between females. If
this type of content offends you, or you are under the
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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 close.
"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 her again.
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 1nnocence. 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 begin."
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 song.
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,
aroused 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 flames.
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 of you."
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 between
kisses.
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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