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Subject: {ASSM} THE COVEN by Candy Kane [Ff+]
Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 12:10:04 -0500
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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 age of 18, do not read it.

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 
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 
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, 
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 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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