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.