The Covens Invitation

It was a brisk autumn morning, the bitter type when the wind and rain sting like splatters of fat from a hot pan. Dianne was swiftly making her way to the coffee shop. A small, quaint place, she had frequented for years while at Cambridge University. She entered and rung out her umbrella, flustered, the grey morning left outside. She sat in her favourite spot, a deep brown leather armchair that was worn on the edges. It was surely an antique and it made her feel comforted and protected. She could watch the world go by and ordered herself a coffee while waiting on Imagen, a new friend this year due to her transferring to her course, Medieval History.

While waiting, her mind wandered to her dream from the previous night. It had burst into her mind numerous times while getting dressed in her plain, warm clothes. Flash backs of fire torches, a dark wood, a circle of women. And the most confusing, her face to face with a beautiful, wet, glistening pussy, eager to lap it up into her mouth and not stop until she was exhausted. She could smell its sweet juicy aroma; she could taste it on her tongue and yet she didn't even touch it. Plus, it was a dream, wasn't it? But it seemed so real. It replayed over and over in her head, and she yearned for it, so much so that she could feel the burning in her stomach and the electric feeling racing towards her forbidden area. She considered herself straight and had been with a few men since coming to university, but it wasn't exciting or adventurous. She wanted to feel like a goddess, to scream, to be thrown on a bed and passionately fucked all night, but all her experiences were somewhat... vanilla.

Her tantalising daydream was interrupted when Imagen snapped her fingers in front of her face. She hadn't even seen her walk through the door. Imagen was gorgeous, nothing like her plain friend. She had an air of Boudica, the Celtic warrior. She was sure of herself, an activist and strong. She had beautiful hair, auburn with twists and curls, small plaits and bouncy bangs. Her tight top emphasised her tiny waist and rounded chest. Her breasts weren't too big, but just the right size to cup when fucking her from behind. Dianne can't help but look, especially when she has been on heat all morning.

"Sorry." Dianne spouts blinking her eyes as if being wakened from a dream.

"You were miles away there." Imagen responded with a laugh, "Anywhere nice?".

"Oh, no, nothing. Ehm, I was just thinking about my assessment I need to hand in next week. Nothing exciting, promise!" she said with a faint smile and tired eyes. The conversation went from topic to topic; enough time went by that they had to order a second coffee and then the conversation turned again. "What are you doing tonight?" Imagen asked in a coy voice. "Just studying, I might even treat myself to a bottle of wine to go with it." She was embarrassed of her Friday night plans, and it showed in her face "Why?" she added.

"Well, I am meeting up with my holistic group tonight at The Dark Horse pub. We are going to have a few drinks and then head into the woods for a sound bath and meditation session. We are a person down and I suggested that I would ask if you wanted to come?".

Dianne knew of Imagens 'holistic group' as she called it. She wished she would just call it for what it was... a coven. She wasn't completely against spiritualism; she had crystals in her dorm room next to her window and would often burn incense. She loved a wander around The Green Man metaphysical shop with Imagen and always found witchcraft fascinating as it was a large part of her historical study. "Is that all you're doing with you 'spiritualist group'. She prodded while imitating quotation marks with her fingers and a look. "No sacrificing chickens or making voodoo dolls of professors at the uni that failed your last essay?" she teased.

"You know, as well as I do that, we don't do any of those kinds of things. We are a group of women connected to the universe, who use a range of natural materials to help bend reality and manifest our wants and needs."

Dianne had heard this rehearsed response numerous times and could likely recite it herself. She had been asked a few times before to attend Imagen's coven but had always rejected the offer, so she showed a surprised expression when Dianne accepted. "I suppose I could come along; it will make a change from sitting alone with my computer all night." she shrugged.

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Later that night, Dianne walked up to The Dark Horse. The weather had drastically changed and was now dry and the wind had a strange warmth that wasn't there that morning. Something she would put down to global warming and note that she had to go to the dry goods store in the morning. The moon was looming directly above the pub, and she could see people through the warmly lit windows. She had dressed in a long woolen dress that had long sleeves and nipped in at her chest, showing off her thin figure with knee length high heeled leather boots. She did not particularly like her figure. She always felt that she was too thin and tall, but she felt sexy and powerful tonight. Her dream was still looming over her even though she had gone home from her coffee date and vigorously masturbated herself to not one but three earth shattering orgasms thinking about that sweet pussy in front of her face from her dream.

When she entered the pub, a tipsy Imagen galloped over to her to welcome and introduce her to everyone. She was passed around each person from Imagen's 'group'. She had an odd feeling of being watched or undressed by the eyes of the women while she was distracted by meeting new people. They would complement her, telling her how beautiful she was, how fresh her skin was or how lovely she looked in her tight dress. The chatter was interrupted by a bell dinging in the bar. "Thanks Tony, for gathering their attention" a women nodded to the barman. "Welcome ladies, it is glorious to see you all hear tonight for our healing sessions. I am made aware that we have a new visitor by the name of Dianne, so let's make her feel especially welcome." she said with a dirty smile. Dianne went red, she didn't like the attention to be on her, but Imagen had loudly shouted "Here she is!" and pointed at her.

Before long they finished their drinks and headed outside through the back door of the Dark Horse. It led out to a small walled beer garden before heading through a gate and down a twisted, turning soil path. There was much hilarity from the women wandering down the path before trees started sprouting more and more frequently and then, before she knew it, Dianne found herself in the middle of a clearing, in a circle of trees. Fire torches were being light around the perimeter of their sacred circle, and she saw the women had formed into a circle holding hands. The high priestess said an opening welcome and opened the circle starting from the East. Dianne found it fascinating but in truth did not know what she was doing or what she should be doing.

They were invited to lay on the ground, some of the women had brought blankets, others lay on the woodland floor, surrounded by leaves and fallen branches from a previous storm. She lay down with Imagen on her right and an older woman in her forties to her left. Although she was at least twenty-five years older than her, Dianne found her strangely attractive. The sound bath began, and she could feel every wave of noise rush over her like a wave. She was entranced, much like she had been that morning thinking about her dream. She could differentiate each bowl and how each had a different sound, she felt a tingle go through her body as the High Priestess played through the Chakras. She admitted in her head that Imagen must not have been as crazy as she first imagined. Although, when she looked over to her in that thought, she could see her tantrically pulsing her body to the sound of the bowls. Her hips were thrusting into the air; her legs open as though she was accepting a deep, cosmic fuck from some invisible entity while her hands ran across her chest, neck and up into her hair, stretching out as though she had only just woken up for the day. Imagen was not alone in her movements, as she saw that much of the coven were also doing the same.

The sound bath finished, and the meditation swiftly began. Some members continued to lay down for this practice, but others sat up in a cross-legged fashion which Dianne felt was much more natural and she herself sat up and made herself comfortable. The Priestess instructed them to start by breathing deeply and to let go of all worries and insecurities with each breath. She was relaxed, her shoulders lowered, and she sunk into her hips. The group was silent, except for the soft quiet words coming from the High Priestess and the blow of a cool wind which rustled the trees slightly. She listened with eagerness for her next instruction...

"While breathing, envision yourself in a field, long wavey grass is swaying against your skin. Your naked body basking in the moonlight, taking in the Moon Goddess' energy. You continue to walk, there is a body of water with a running stream to your right. You walk over to it, testing the temperature with your toe. Bend over and scoop some water into your hand and let it fall over your beautiful naked bosom. Watch the water droplets roll down your goose bumped skin, clinging to every curve and dip. Follow them as your douse yourself, cleansing yourself with the moon charged water, let it run down your torso until it trickles over your pubic area and tickle your labia. Let yourself feel excited and bask for a moment in the stream. So dark that only your black shadow could be seen by any onlookers".

Dianne was intrigued but weary. What had Imagen brought her to she wondered frantically. Is this a cult? Or worse a sex cult? She was open minded, but she started to panic slightly. However, after how turned on she had been all day due to her dream, she was rather enjoying it. She decided she would finish the meditation, say her thanks and her goodbyes before heading home to tease her now swollen clit with the shower head to make her pleasure last longer. Before rubbing it so intensely she'd have to release her ecstatic moment into a pillow so to not let her flat mates hear.

The High Priestess continued... "You continue to walk through the field, letting the warm breeze dry your dimpled skin before seeing a large, twisted oak tree in the middle of the open land. You walk toward it and lay down with your back resting against the trunk and legs open aiming toward the glowing full moon. Open your legs to allow the moons rays to soak into the miracle that is your vagina. Let it soak in her Magick and fill you with confidence and lust. Imagine your hands running across your body, softly, let them trail and tease. Run them up and down your torso and over your perfect perk breasts, softly pinching them to make your back arch". Dianne's breathing has suddenly become labored; each breath comes faster than the last and she can feel a bead of sweat running from her brow. She feels the restriction of her woolen dress and wishes she could rip it off and expose herself in front of the others. She wanted them to see her; she wanted to be watched. She was aching to touch her pussy, but she resisted for fear of what may happen if she were caught.

"You run your hands over your thighs and can feel a long droplet of sweet pussy nectar seep from your tight hole run down to lubricate your anus. Your muscles contract and pulse pushing more of your juices flowing out until a puddle forms under you. You see a person in the distance. A naked figure, with round hips and an hourglass figure. She walks slowly over to you, with thick wavey hair falling down her back, tickling and teasing her. You lock eyes and she kneels in front of your gaping legs, eyes still connected to yours. With one swift movement she runs a single finger up from your anus to your throbbing clit and slowly puts her finger to her mouth to taste you. The ground is damp, clumps of dirt and bark stick to her unblemished skin, but she is unbothered. She maneuvers herself to lay in front of your glistening slit running her hand around the outer mound of your forbidden area. You yearn for her to touch it. You breathe deeply in the hope that the movement will accidently thrust yourself into her mouth and she will have to devour you. She teases you, running her hands and tongue up and down each leg and your stomach, leaving a trace of dirt across your naval. You are heightened and then she does it. A long slow movement of her tongue runs from the pool gushing from your opening to the electric feeling of your clit. She finishes the exquisite movement by gently suckling your pearly clit, which is throbbing with lust and a need to orgasm. You let out a guttural, deep moan and thrust your pussy into her face. She adores it. More and more she continues to twirl and suck, wrapping her arms around your thighs to pull your closer as not to escape her clutch. She wants you, her tongue lapping up the juice you continue to give her. She thrives off it before bringing her two fingers up and plunging them into your sacred hole. You scream, you want more, you need more".

At this point Dianne can barely handle it. Her soft cotton panties are soaked, she can feel herself pulsing to the Priestess' words. She is never going to stop touching herself when she gets home. The Priestess is watching her flock, they are all tantric, letting out soft moans as she continues, watching their chests fall frantically waiting with anticipation for her next line...

"You are in such ecstasy that you do not realise you have been joined by another two unimaginable women. Both with thick beautiful bodies, ones that would be prized in historic times as being good child bearers. A body that stirs the natural feelings of an admirer who wants to explore very inch of it. They join her in worshipping your pussy, holding your legs and running their hands all over your body, feeling and squeezing. One travels up to your chest, taking your hard nipple in their mouth to run their tongue over it, tasting your hot skin and moaning at how turned on she is by you. The other stands in front of you, with their dripping pussy at your mouth. You can smell her while she teases you. You lock eye as she bites her lip, shaking her hips. She knows you want to taste her, but she isn't going to let you. She lowers herself and places her plump lips on yours. Your tongues meet and dance in her mouth."

Dianne was in such a deep trance that she hadn't felt the hands wandering her body. At least twelve women surrounded her, naked. Bodies of all shapes and sizes willing to worship her fresh tight body and to be worshipped by their sacred sisters in return. The woman previously situated to her left gently took each of her legs in her hands and slowly unzipped her skintight leather boots, revealing thin smooth legs. Another woman lent over her perked chest and with a pair of old rusted scissors cut a slit where her cleavage was. She laid them aside and took both sides in her hands before pulling tightly, ripping her dress and exposing her hard nipples and goose bumped breasts. Another two from the coven were inflamed, they couldn't wait any longer. Both took a breast in their hand and started sucking and biting her on her pink nipples. Others dropped to their knees and started to pleasure themselves over her head in the hope that their juices would drip into her mouth to tease her and let her taste them. They knew she wasn't allowed to touch them, no matter how much she wanted to, she had to be given all the treatment tonight, to fully let herself go and become a slave to pleasure. The coven was reminiscent of a hungry pack of wolves, each aching to have a piece of her. Pulling up her dress to rest on her stomach, they revealed her soaked panties. So soaked that they were two different shades. Imagen peeled them off her pulsing body and forced them against her face. She took a long breath in, smelling her friend's juices before plunging them into her mouth and sucking them clean. Another coven member, Star, was lucky enough to be the first one to taste her. She took her chance and thrust her tongue into her. She could feel the muscles of her pussy contracted around her tongue and she loved it. Another came from above and started tracing little circles around her clit, making her jerk and jump.

In Dianne's head, she was still in a meditative state, she didn't know this was real. She was being savaged, her body worshipped, and she didn't realise. She had started moaning, loudly, and was being observed by the High Priestess who had positioned herself on a large wooden chair to view her pussy being devoured while she rubbed hers to her own orgasm. She egged her sisters on "Make her cum! Make her one of us!" which was met by more moans of eagerness from the women all high on Dianne's pheromones.

Before long there were mouths and hands all over Dianne's body, bringing her to the peak. Her swollen, aching clit being nibbled and sucked as well has her sensitive nipples. And fingers in her tight vagina and her virgin ass -- no one had been in there... even her. She could feel it rising in the pit of her stomach. The warm butterflies of her next orgasm, although a much more powerful one than she had previously brought herself to earlier in the day. She thrust and pulsed, the coven egging her on, shouting "Cum for us! Please, please cum for us!". She felt the feeling grow, it was coming, like a light swooping over her. Her orgasm had rushed through her body, touching every nerve and releasing a loud moan which echoed through her clit. Her whole body was shaking, when she opened her eyes to find her body being touched and sucked and to be eye level with numerous wet cunts, and the women they belonged to getting off on her pleasure. She realised what was going on but was in too much indulgence to stop. She laid back and welcomed it, as they were not ready to stop and nor was she. She was brought to several earth-shattering orgasms in the woods and was then left there wrapped in a blanket till dawn, covered in her own juices and dirt from the forest floor.

She couldn't help but think, was her dream a premonition? But it couldn't be, she ached in her dream to be the one to give another pleasure and she didn't do that. She didn't have the opportunity to suck on women's clit. But she wasn't complaining, she had had the best sex in her life and would have plenty of flashbacks to bring her to orgasm for weeks. However, her dream was in the same setting... a clearing in the woods, with women and the fire torches? Maybe it was a premonition, but it just hadn't come true yet...