The Witches' Rally

The Witches’ Rally by Chastity Lee

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The Witches’ Rally

The Witches’ Rally by Chastity Lee I was his secretary, so I had no trouble slipping the fancy, silver-trimmed invitation onto his desk while he was up front grinding another staff member into the dirt. Jim thought that he was the only water quality inspector who knew what was going on in central Florida, and very loudly and frequently pointed out everyone’s flaws... Whether they were real or not. Hyperactive in a cold, controlled kind of way, he dressed casually and popped candy kisses all day to keep up the level of energy he needed to make everyone around him feel two inches high, not a fraction more. He was an unusually intense man for a twenty-eight year old. We hated him. The well drillers were fed up with him, and the farmers were so riled up that they gave our field inspectors a hard time. Relations between the public and the Water Authority had long been in jeopardy; we didn’t need Jim Rhodes’s ten-foot tall ego to make the battle any more “uphill”. We already fought salt-water intrusion, e. coli bacteria and huge water shortages as new subdivisions and towns grew up all over Florida. For the most part, our employees really believed in what we were trying to do: protecting the quality and availability of water for everyone, far into the future. So did Jim, he just took everything personally. Jim Rhodes had to be stopped. Since the United States tends to frown upon arranged murders, I needed to find another way to give the man a dose of humility. At lunch one day, I was talking in the break room with a few of the secretaries. The whispers were circulating again about some of the company’s women being involved with a witch’s coven near Ocala. A funny thought occurred to me, and I blurted out, “Too bad we couldn’t get the witches to take ‘you know who’ out for a ride on a broomstick.” The group giggled a little. Ellen, an older woman from accounting, reached over with her foot to pull the big push broom closer. “You mean like this one?” She picked it up and made a rude gesture as if she were inserting it where the sun didn’t shine. The whole room burst loose with laughter just as the door opened. It wasn’t Jim, but Kris Kelley, from the lab in the main building. She was already known for her outstanding wildlife photography, even though she was fresh out of college. Guilt stopped our chatter in mid air. From Kris’s expression, she thought we had been laughing about her. I said, “Hi Kris! We were just saying, wouldn’t it be great if we could get the witches to bring Jim down a notch or two…” Ellen piped up with, “No, tell her the truth, Lee! She said, ‘wouldn’t it be great if the witches would take him for a ride on a broomstick’, to which I produced an example.” Ellen proudly lifted the cheap push broom again, but another girl pointed and said, “He deserves a fatter one than that!” And they all laughed again. 4

The Witches’ Rally Kris didn’t laugh, her eyes narrowed. She walked over to the counter to mix up some hot chocolate. The jovial atmosphere fizzled back into that guilty silence. What if Kris was one of Jim’s friends, and we had just jeopardized our jobs? We went back to eating in uncomfortable silence. After a thoughtful pause, Kris said, “Why do you need a witch to do that?” I spun around to see if she was serious or trying to be friendly. Still in her crisp white lab coat, she leaned against the counter, stirring the chocolate. Ellen glared at her jovially and said, “DUH!” “Because they’re smart, powerful and nobody could do anything about it,” I blurted out again, determined to hold onto the image I had of the kind of power a witch might hold over someone. Not that I believed in the supernatural, just that you had to have balls to thumb your nose at organized religion. “How would you know what a witch is like? What you really mean is you’re all too chicken-shit to do anything about him, but you think we can.” Kris’s fierce charcoal eyes held us as if she had pinned us to our chairs. Somebody whispered slowly, “Oh my God!” Which echoed in my own brain but with different meaning! Her composure amazed me. Obviously, the others didn’t feel as honored as I did to be trusted with such information. They made a hasty end to their lunch hour. I barely noticed them leaving. Kris sat down next to me, saying, “You can stop staring now. I promise I won’t turn into a toad without giving you notice so you can watch.” Mortified, I said, “Kris…I don’t know what to say.” Even before Kris had admitted being in the coven, she was someone that I would never have expected to give me the time of day, let alone allow me a glimpse into her personal life. “You don’t have to say anything. It’s written all over your face.” Kris drank the rest of the chocolate and leaned back in her chair. “What did you really expect us to do?” “Honest to God, I hadn’t thought. It was a sudden, stupid thing to say. It was funny, you know? I’m sorry if it offended you.” “Let me talk to someone, and I’ll get back with you in a few days,” she said, getting up to return to the lab. She looked back at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a spark of humor in her eyes. Yes, Kris could do it, I thought, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She matched Jim in vitality, but with a calm self-assurance he lacked. He wouldn’t stand a chance next to her, eye-to-eye or toe-to-toe. I smiled so much that afternoon my face hurt. *** It was scheduled for a few nights before Halloween. The special invitations arrived in one envelope. I took them out to read, then put his back in the envelope before laying it on his desk. Kris had taken the idea to the coven, and they came up with the plan. All I had to do was deliver the invitation to Jim and show up to watch. Inside his invitation, written by hand in blood red ink, it said: “We request the

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The Witches’ Rally presence of your company as guest of honor at our most sacred rite, the Changing of the Frock, during which our new high priestess will be offering her blood to the moon goddess. We search each year for a worthy male to participate as her lover. You have been found worthy and, if you so choose, you will stand beside her in our ceremonies on the 23rd at …” How could he know the whole ceremony was phony? The sisters had obviously found the perfect words that would entice Jim to attend what would become his own public humiliation rally. From the way he strutted around the office the rest of that week, I assumed he accepted the invitation because he thought he was the worthy man for the ceremony. Whatever the punishment turned out to be, it would have to change his attitude dramatically. When the night finally arrived, I was so excited and on edge that I had to hold my breath several times to keep from hyperventilating. Could we pull this off? Could we keep him securely under our control? If we lost control of the situation, we could all go to jail. Kris had arranged for two cars, one for Jim driven by a woman no one knew at the Water Authority. Kris and another girl, a stranger to me, rode up front in the other, and I rode in the back. We drove in silence all the way into the Ocala National Forest and turned off down a fire trail that came out near Crow Hill. We stopped for a moment by some old scattered shacks where a town had tried to start up. Kris explained that, in the other car, Jim was being asked to wear a hood to keep the location of the coven private. She produced a heavy knit hood for me too, and I put it on. A short way further, we parked to go the rest of the way on foot. “Lee, before he gets out and looks back here, put this robe on and the face flap, so he won’t recognize you.” Trading the full hood for a thin black robe and Halloween style facemask, I completely disappeared into anonymity. Kris did the same. We wouldn’t be recognized now unless we spoke. Jim, now hoodless, marched ahead of us like “King Leo” on the red carpet approaching his throne. I wondered what he was thinking. How do you strut into a group of strangers to have sex on a stage and do it with such noble airs? Even though I couldn’t see his face, I’d recognize that rigid posture and nervous energy anywhere. I had to laugh because that nervous energy was now prancing through the palmetto bushes along a barely discernable trail. As I walked behind him, I thought about my feelings for the guy. If he weren’t such a horse’s butt, I would admit that I found him attractive. His body was slender but firm; he kept his dark hair short because it curled so tightly it appeared frizzy when long. We arrived in the clearing just as the sun was setting. Other robed figures waited for us there. Kris carried a lantern for the return trip. Jim strode right into the center of the clearing, always comfortable with an audience. Not knowing what to expect and feeling vulnerable, I stayed close to Kris, afraid I would lose her in the hooded crowd. We came out into a clearing in the trees that looked like a room “walled” in all around by large wooden symbols protruding from the ground. It reminded me of Stonehenge, but with their sharp, jagged points and geometrical shapes, it

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The Witches’ Rally suggested something far beyond my understanding. Some looked burned, none of the wood appeared to be painted. They could have been symbols of an ancient alphabet or names of demon gods. Suddenly, it seemed there was a lot in the world I didn’t have a clue about. The sisters led Jim to the center of the circle near two large wooden poles about twelve feet tall, probably from a trailer plant. They resembled the poles electric service boxes are connected to, only charred and pitted. Here and there, huge gouges marked the wood up to a height of about seven feet. Are those dragon claw marks? I wondered. No. That’s silly. Get a grip, Lee! These are women just like me, and the coven is nothing more than a sorority of sorts, right? The witches began lighting fires all around the clearing, in small bowl-like containers, evidently unconcerned about the danger to the forest. Behind Jim sat a long, nearly flat rock. About four feet tall and maybe seven feet long, it varied in width along its length - just big enough for two people to lie side by side. I really didn’t want to know what had dripped down the sides of it to cause the streaky, old stains. Jim stood in the middle of the circle facing me, with his head held high, surrounded by the faces floating eerily above cloaked bodies in the darkness, and some, like me and Kris, with no visible face thanks to the hood’s face flap. His eyes shone brightly, reflecting the light from the small fires all around, or maybe he was more turned on than I had expected The crowd parted, and a tall woman strode forward. Her green satin robe caught the moonlight, and its billowing skirt settled like mist around her legs. Obviously the group’s leader, she paused while all movement and talking ceased, then gracefully dropped the robe to the ground. Naked underneath, she held the attention of the group with ease and self-confidence. My eyes followed the waves of soft brown hair that flowed over her shoulders and nearly covered her heavy breasts. Her skin glowed with dancing firelight. The scene stirred me like a priceless work of art. If you lined up a million beautiful women, not one in a dozen could stand next to her for the aura and charisma she exuded. Knowing Jim, he would probably think that she was just old enough to be exciting and young enough to fulfill any fantasy. As he patiently waited for his turn to disrobe, I hoped he was having a good time. Someone near her motioned outwards in the circle, and several hands threw something into the fire nearest them. Hundreds of sparks shot upward, illuminating the group in a flash of bright light. The leader’s voice rang out, “James Rhodes!” He straightened slightly and stretched his chest out towards her with pride. “Yes, ma’am.” “You will address me as Goddess, Mr. Rhodes.” “Yes, Goddess.” “Remove his clothes,” she spoke to the general crowd. Instantly, hands appeared from everywhere, tugging and jerking them off. Surely Jim had to be wondering about his moment of glory, unless all the glory was in his erection at the moment. My face flushed hotly as I stared at it, amazed how rock hard it was

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The Witches’ Rally and how it twitched now and then when he flexed his pubic muscles. “Mr. Rhodes! The Goddess of Mercy and the Goddess of Justice have intervened tonight in our ceremony! They have found you to be an unworthy participant in our sacred rites. Your soul is blackened by greed and selfrighteousness. Your heart is calloused and dead from self-importance. You have profaned our sacred rites with your vanity and this circle must be cleansed!” Jim said nothing to the two sisters who escorted him closer to the posts and tied his hands to the rings I hadn’t noticed before. Facing the stone now, Jim’s feet were also being bound to the bottoms of the poles. Someone near me took my elbow and led me to stand behind him. She put a small, plastic handle about a foot long into my hand. Heavy and curved slightly, a small knob protruded on one end, the size of a lima bean. The Goddess called out again, “You who administer the cleansing, do so with the knowledge that you cleanse also this man’s actions in his home, his work place and his heart.” She spoke directly to me, only a few feet in front of me. She turned to Jim and said, “You leave here tonight with nothing, stripped of your arrogance. You begin tomorrow morning to reshape your life and gather your strengths. But I warn you, Jim Rhodes! If you again produce sour fruits unworthy of the calling to which you were born, your fate will be in the hands of someone who is not as kind or lenient as I am.” With a nod towards me, she turned away. I stood there for a few seconds, looking at the handle and its knobby point. I couldn’t see how I could beat him with a club only a foot long. Jim kept turning his head trying to look over his shoulder, but he couldn’t see past his arms. Thankfully, my face hood protected me. I knew he couldn’t see through the Halloween costume type material, but I could see him quite clearly. Someone whispered near my head. “It’s to put up his butt! You have to put it up his rear, sweetie, and then you pump him with it.” I came very close to fainting; surely they couldn’t be serious! Why me? I know it was my idea, but they were supposed to pick the punishment. Certainly, they’d know that I couldn’t do that to a man I worked with every day! The sisters drew in closer to watch. The air was definitely charging up again with that awesome feeling of power. I was close to outright panic. A blonde-haired girl, maybe in her thirties, stepped up and pulled the cheeks of his butt apart slightly. Jim began to threaten us loudly; his arms and legs kicked wildly against the ties, as if he was still the powerful man in control of the office. How could anyone dare do this to Jim Rhodes? Oh, the picture of this! What I would have given for a camera! The girl who had whispered to me now said, “Listen, you just get it in there and point it this way.” She turned the handle around so that the knob pointed toward Jim. “You get it up about three or four inches and start rubbing this thing around. There’s some spot in there it works on. Something Goddess Serena told us about that empties a man’s pride.” Now I knew I was in trouble, and there was no way I could touch that man’s body. Before I could hand her the “magic wand” and run like hell for the car, someone placed a can of vegetable shortening at my feet. The creamy stuff had already been well used; there were deep gouges in the grease where something,

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The Witches’ Rally probably this same wand, had scooped before. I hoped they washed this thing! She took the wand and scooped up a big ball of shortening. Someone else’s gloved hand spread shortening around and inside his rectum and nodded to go ahead. I stepped back, and several others moved in to assist her in inserting it. Jim’s cries became screams, and they struggled to keep him still. Suddenly, he stopped fighting. A ragged moan escaped his lips that tore at my heart. It sounded so sad and broken. The sisters pushed me back into position, and I saw that the handle was about half way up into him. The outer end just hung there. He seemed afraid to move anymore for fear of being hurt. “Now work him over!” someone shouted. The crowd broke loose with laughs and jeers. I didn’t want to participate, but they placed my hand on the wand and made me start the motions of the cleansing ceremony. It was a kind of circling, very small circles. If I started making them too wide, a hand would shoot out to help me. I thought I heard him begin to cry. Maybe it was me, or the nausea I was feeling, ringing in my ears. Something moved in front of us, and the sisters closest to me turned their attention toward the center of the circle. Leaning to one side, I peered around my boss’s slender waist to see what was going on. The goddess woman lay back on the stone: her legs gracefully bent and parted, the hot firelight streaming on her bare, milky skin. Coming down between her legs was another woman, slender with dark hair. Kris! My god, it was Kris! She was also naked. The word lithe came to mind. Lean and muscular, she obviously knew what she was doing. I began to understand where the sexual energy was coming from here. The scene in front of us wasn’t lost on Jim either. He grew very quiet. I struggled to concentrate on the circles, but the other sisters helped me when needed. I switched hands frequently as my arms became tired. At one point, I dared again to peer out around Jim to satisfy my curiosity. I could just see the end of his cock standing out at attention, wobbling wildly whenever he moved. I began to think I could feel the spot inside of him with the wand. Each time I passed over a certain place, the wand would catch or bump a little. I figured that must be what I was aiming for, so I focused on that. I was getting into it. I could feel his heat and see the tiny hairs of his buttocks outlined in the orange glow of the fires. The wild excitement of the women aroused me, and I knew what I would be doing when I got home. Jim began to move his hips slightly and push back into my hand. Incredible! He was actually enjoying his punishment! That made me angry, but I couldn’t stop. Goddess and Kris were caressing and kissing, eating and licking, the most beautiful tangle of bodies in motion. I wanted to join them, but I couldn’t. I had to rub Jim’s belly button from the backside. Besides, I liked men, didn’t I? I had a full time boyfriend and a couple of interests on the side in case he fell through. The sound level increased. The moans of a dozen or so women lifted up into the treetops in the hushed night. Jim grew louder too. In between breaths, he chanted, “Please, faster.” My back and legs ached from bending down, and in other places from sexual excitement. The thin cotton panties I wore were soaked through, yet still more

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The Witches’ Rally wept from swollen lips and ran halfway down my thighs. Though it seemed like forever, it probably wasn’t. I heard Jim sharply draw in his breath and make a guttural sound as he tightened his buttocks and thighs so hard it nearly jerked the wand out of my grasp. Before I knew what was happening, a happy cry spread around the crowd with small ripples of laughter and applause. I moved quickly around to see what had caused their glee. Goddess and Kris were sitting upright on the stone rubbing their chests and arms, up into their necks, with the motions of someone applying lotion. Oh my god, I thought. He did it! Jim had shot cum about eight feet to the stone. I followed the track with my eyes, down the sides of the stone and on the ground. Then I noticed that Jim hadn’t finished throbbing. It was subtler now, but he still shook from the force of the ejaculation. He was completely worn out; the ties on his wrists were the only things holding him up. We gently pulled the wand out. The blonde haired girl pushed a wad of Kleenex into my hand so I did my best to clean him up. Some of the other sisters cut him down and moved him to a place to rest. Jim was quickly forgotten as I watched the woman known as Goddess. She had stood and now stretched like a sleepy lioness, extending her arms toward the whole crowd inviting us in. Kris stood off to one side, wiping her face with the back of one hand, obviously the cat that got Goddess’s cream. Two by two, the sisters knelt before her and adoringly took one of her breasts into their mouths. Their hands caressing the swollen globes and down over her nearly flat stomach, even sometimes dipping between her legs and driving a few fingers up inside her. I was mesmerized again. The aching just wasn’t going to stop. I pulled the face flap up to see more clearly. Without realizing it, I had closed the distance between us… close enough to see the wet shine of her nipples when a sister would move away. I must have looked like a hungry orphan because as soon as she had glanced up and noticed me, she drew me into her arms alone. Just for me, she let me move into the warmth of her arms. She tilted my head back and looked deep into my eyes. I should have had a million questions to ask her, but only one mattered, which she answered with her eyes, and by moving my face down to her breasts. They were so full, so soft. I had never touched another woman’s breasts before, but I greedily took one into my mouth. She pressed my face deeper, and I parted my lips. A stream of something warm and wet shot into my mouth. Startled, I drew back. She held me. “It’s all right,” she whispered into my hair. “Drink. As much as you like,” she said and buried her hot lips into my hair, kissing my scalp and forehead. “Oh, God in Heaven,” I breathed into her skin and surrendered to the urgency of my needs. It engulfed me. I totally lost control. From the knees to the brain, I was swirling in confusion and hunger, passion and unbelievably, satiation! Wave after wave of delicious contractions shuddered through my body. Before she released me, still trembling, she took my face in her cool hands and kissed my lips.

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The Witches’ Rally *** Sometime near dawn, I was returned to my home and Jim to his. With care and gentleness, they left us and backed away into the remaining night. I had no clear memory of the night beyond that kiss, only images of dancing bodies in firelight, tangles of arms and legs making loving noises and cries of passion echoing amongst the pine trees. *** The first day back at work, Jim hardly ventured out of his office. As I walked back and forth to move the files and letters on his desk, he pretended he didn’t notice me there. I certainly had no desire to gloat. A pair of green eyes that belonged to a woman who could do things to the inside of me that I’d never felt before consumed me. I passed Kris in the parking lot on the way home that day. She looked straight ahead, walking like she did every day, as if nothing had ever happened. She kept it all to herself, so I did too. By the next day, Jim relaxed. Once, he looked up, catching my eye. We stopped and stared honestly at each other, without anger or prejudice. Simply acknowledging. It was a moment of peace. And then he smiled into my heart.

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A Goddess Named Serena

A Goddess Named Serena by Chastity Lee I wish I could have said that we all lived happily ever after, but the truth was I burned with the memory of that night. I wanted more of that intensity in my life. Nothing I had ever felt before compared to it, and it drew me back with the desperation of an addict. A few weeks went by before I dared approach Kris again at work. What do you say to someone when you want to be introduced to her friends, possibly her own lover? “Excuse me, I really enjoyed making out with your woman. Would you please set us up again?” It would be so devastating to me if Kris didn’t want to help, or if the leader didn’t want to see me again. At least now I knew that her name was Serena. So I did the only infantile thing I knew to do, I slipped Kris a note onto her desk and asked if I could see the group again, especially the goddess. She sent me a private message back, with an address in Gainesville and when to be there. I had no idea what I was going to face at the gathering. Should I dress up, down, scantily, or would I be wearing a robe again? Did I really want to risk destroying my fantasy of the goddess by meeting her in more ordinary circumstances? Perhaps it would never feel the same again, and could I accept that? Worse than that, I could make a fool out of myself, or find out that I couldn’t deal with having a crush on a woman. I told myself it had to be just a crush. I chose a baby-blue sweater top over jeans, worn leather sandals, and left my hair down. It was getting long and made my face look thinner. I had a wide temple anyway, with a heart shaped face, auburn hair and hazel eyes – or so people said. Sometimes, they were blue; sometimes, they were green. By the time I was halfway to Gainesville, I ached with desire, pulse pounding in my ears. My fingers shook slightly as I rang the doorbell of the typical Florida stucco block style house with ‘2515’ in black iron numbers beside the door. Flowerbeds bursting with color flanked each side of the entranceway, dotted with whirligigs of crows, flowers and a comical Uncle Sam character spinning his arms in the wind. On the side of the house near the gate to the backyard, a cedar bird feeder hung from a pole. A male blue jay flew off to the nearest pine tree when I approached. Kris opened the door and welcomed me in with an easy smile. The house had a light, stimulating fragrance that tickled my nose. Inhaling deeply, I savored the scent and started to ask Kris what it was, but she had left me at the couch with two girls I didn’t know. They smiled and offered me finger sandwiches and melon balls arranged on a tray. I chose a soda from an ice chest beside the coffee table. When Kris came back in, we all talked for a moment, but soon they returned to their earlier discussion, excluding me. Once again, I felt like heading for the door. When would I learn to stop trying to fit in with people? I knew I was a loner. Girl talk relationships weren’t for me. As if sensing my discomfort, Kris said, “We’ll be going out to the pool in just a few minutes, Lee, when it’s dark. Go ahead and eat a little so you won’t get hungry later.” Alarmed, I said, “Pool? I didn’t bring a bathing suit, Kris.” 12

A Goddess Named Serena “The sisters are meeting out back tonight. You did want to get to know a little more about us, didn’t you?” Nodding yes, I willed myself to relax. The sandwiches were quite good. I ate one and a bit of fruit, then found the restroom and cleaned my teeth with a napkin. The two girls from the living room went in and out of the open sliding glass doors, setting up for the meeting. Soft music floated in from somewhere. More people arrived and headed straight to the backyard through the gate. The sun was nearly down, so I joined them outside. A tall, wooden privacy fence encircled the pool, lit by Tiki torches. Still no sign of the woman I wanted to see. As if on signal, Kris and the other sisters moved into position, lining up in a crescent shape facing a side trellis on the left. One of the girls took me gently by the shoulders and placed me in the front row. Shame heated my cheeks. They gave me, an interloper who lusted after their leader, a place of honor among them, instead of sending me to a corner where I belonged. The sounds of the day slowly died down. I heard the hum of a distant bee as it settled in for night and the sound of a woman’s voice chanting softly somewhere in the background. A rustling sound at the glass doors of the house caught our attention, and I turned in time to see the goddess emerge in a stunning red gown, her long wavy hair spiraling down her back. Three slits along the top of each arm exposed sections of her creamy skin, while the sleeves hung loose and flowing under the arms. Red satin ribbons crisscrossed around her ribs, tying just beneath her magnificent breasts. The soft, swirling material swayed around her body with her every move. What would it feel like to walk in something like that, so sensual that it caressed your body no matter how you moved? The thought sent shivers through me. Serena’s gaze swept gracefully around the assembly, and with a smile, she simply said, “Peace.” The sisters replied, “Peace.” They bowed their heads in silence, so I did too, darting quick looks to the side to keep up with my “peers”. Her lilting voice chanted, “To the four winds we cast our burdens, from the east we breathe life, to the west we release our hold on death. From Father North, we embrace change, from Mother South, we obtain our sisterhood.” To the side of the trellised area sat a waist high planter stand with a thick iron bowl on top. One of the sisters lit the material inside and flames licked up over the sides of the bowl. Each woman brought a slip of paper and placed it carefully into the fire. As we all watched the sparks float upwards like burning lace, she would say, “I release thee.” The formal meeting was over before I knew it, and everyone moved to the pool. I panicked again, wishing I could make a quick exit when no one was looking. If Kris had only told me I needed to bring a bathing suit! I looked around for her or the goddess. Kris was placing trays with goblets and bottles of chilled wine at the end of the pool. Around her, the others shed their clothing in small piles, right down to naked skin. Cool fingers pulled me around to face startling green eyes and the flaming red gown. “Lee, you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, but we invite you to join us.” She added with a smile, “Help me undress.” She placed my hands on the laces 13

A Goddess Named Serena at the front of her dress, and I pulled. The dress loosened and came free from her upper body, sliding slowly to the ground. I grabbed it quickly to prevent the material from being snagged on the rough cement deck. As her long legs stepped out and to the side, her pubic hair brushed against my cheek briefly, bringing the heat of embarrassment to my face again. She didn’t seem to be bothered by the intimacy, so I resisted the urge to stumble over myself with an apology. The scent of vanilla perfume wafted fresh and light around her body. I laid the dress over the nearest chaise and turned to watch her step gracefully into the ripples of dark water. The others were in the pool already; their naked arms encircled each other in greeting and warm sensual hugs. I had to decide now, undress or leave. I came out of my clothing easily and left it on the cement at the foot of Serena’s gown. The water still held the warmth of the sunshine, and the lapping movement lulled me into a dreamy happiness. I’d never been naked in a pool with strangers before, but this felt so natural. They didn’t seem like strangers to me at all. Smiling eyes welcomed me warmly all around; one or two reached out their hands to clasp mine in gestures of love and acceptance. I didn’t think I’d ever felt more at home, even with family. Kris stood very close to a slightly older woman with a charming dimpled face at the opposite end of the pool. They eyed each other lustily, arms loosely embracing. Hope soared in my heart. Maybe I had been wrong about Kris and Serena being committed to each other. Goddess had her eyes closed. She leaned her head back, letting the water tug at her long hair behind as it played at her breasts in front. Her hands made small circles out at arm’s length, and she seemed to be saying some type of prayer or blessing of the water. In a moment, she said, “Jenn, would you pour for us?” A plain looking girl with freckles and a very serene spirit filled the goblets with wine. I didn’t really care for alcohol, but the joyful anticipation in the group gave me hope that it would at least taste pleasant. Jenn handed Serena the first cup. When everyone had a glass, we lifted them together, and she blessed the wine. We put the cups to our lips, and in the silence of the warm water and the intimacy of our nakedness, we drank. It was sweet and light. The warmth of the fruity elixir flowed through my body, easing any self-consciousness. Peace descended, and everyone just acknowledged each other and seemed to join in love. Some broke off into pairs or trios and massaged each other or got a little more intimate. I didn’t take my eyes off of Serena the Goddess very often, but it became fun to move around like the others did, adding my hands for a moment to their massage. I was careful not to touch in any way that could offend, and only approached someone if they smiled at me first. When I turned back again, Goddess was kissing a raven haired Goth. I watched their tongues and every detail of their bodies touching and thought that the flavor of the wine must still be on their lips. Their kiss became urgent, and raven-haired filled her hands with the soft, wet flesh of our mistress, kneading it skillfully. Another sister came up to lift Goddess from the water, and together they set her buttocks on the edge of the pool in the corner. Serena spread her legs gracefully, resting her feet on either side, arching backward, supported by her elbows on the wet blue tiles. I’d surely never seen anything like this and was torn between staring at the erotic pose 14

A Goddess Named Serena and the inner secrets hidden between her legs. I moved closer. So did the other sisters. As in the forest days ago, Serena again accepted her flock with love, into the most intimate contact with her body. I began to understand that this “feasting” was more than erotic sex play; it seemed to be symbolic, but I was too preoccupied to figure it out at the time. Raven-haired nestled in between Goddess’s legs and began tasting her nether lips, darting her tongue in between them hungrily. The group moved in all around them, and hands reached out to satisfy raven-haired and the beautiful Serena. Hands above and below the water, breasts pressed into bodies and fingers filling secret places. Ravenhaired breathed with difficulty now in her excitement, both her hands were involved with the Goddess, and her legs spread awkwardly to allow the others to access her needs. With two or three muffled gasps, raven-haired spent in heaving shudders and pulled her mouth away to draw in fresh air. She was hugged and rocked by her companions, and another girl moved into the center spot. Again, the hands reached out, and mouths pressed, breasts slid against shoulders and other breasts, and another climax approached quickly. I looked up to find Goddess’s eyes, but her head was tilted back. Seeing that her lovely breasts lay untouched, I had an idea, hoping it wasn’t taboo. I turned and mounted the stairs, walking around the pool to where she reclined on her elbows. She opened her deep green eyes to me, and I could see the fire the sisters were fanning in them. I knelt down beside her, took handfuls of her hair, and pulled it up around my face as I closed my lips over hers. The heat of her face, her ragged breathing and trembling body excited me beyond all sense of right or wrong. I shared her hot breath, felt it entering my mouth and mingling in my lungs with my own. I rubbed the chestnut locks of her silky hair against my face and lost myself in dreams of my goddess. A new feeling built around my clit; all my need centered there. Not just a physical thing, it was an idea, an intention. I wanted to enter her and felt as if I actually could! As if an extension of my body in spirit form could penetrate her and meld with her. I lifted her breasts in my hands, weighing them like alabaster water balloons that hung slightly to each side of her arched body. Her skin was warm and supple. Then I remembered the milk that had come from them in the forest, but couldn’t tell if it was still there. Everything was new to me, and I felt powerful and strong. Would the others laugh at my discoveries if they knew my thoughts? I longed to get myself between her legs somehow and just imagine what it would feel like to thrust deep into that delicious velvety darkness. She breathed harder, biting my tongue, pulling it into her mouth, and sucking on it like candy. My mind split, and I didn’t know if I would come out of this experience anything like I had been. It wasn’t a game anymore, not like those stupid “Girls Gone Wild” videos on TV where two Barbie Doll-like clones tongue each other for the camera. I had lost all interest in the feeding frenzy in the pool, didn’t know which girl had possession of Goddess’s pussy anymore. No one else existed in the world for me at that moment. Mother Theresa could have walked up to us, and I wouldn’t have cared. I reached under her and cradled her head in my arm, taking the weight off of her 15

A Goddess Named Serena shoulders and neck. She was so beautiful to me, and I ached in a place that I couldn’t reach. I feared that I’d lose this moment, or not be able to go any further. The heat of approaching tears pricked my face. Suddenly, all around, hands lifted me. I had to fight to keep hold of my goddess. My body was plunged into the cool water, but she came with me. We stood as close as physically possible. I knew I had to make this moment work because they could pull me away any second, and I couldn’t bear the thought of that emptiness. Tears streamed down my face, but Goddess had a hold of me. She kissed my tears, held my head in her hands, and pressed her bountiful breasts against mine. Loving hands pressed between my legs, and in swirls of sensations, they brought me crashing down into the sweet physical relief I needed. My legs gave way, but they caught me and held me up, while other loving hands gave her release as well. I wouldn’t let go of her until we had climbed out of the pool. Dizzy and lying in the chaise on top of Goddess’s beautiful red dress, I listened to her explain what had happened. “I know this is all so new to you, Lee. I can tell you are struggling with your identity and I think you are trying to go beyond the limits of your physical body. It will be all right, we have to work with what we have, and not confuse our love with the need to be someone else.” She stroked my face as she spoke. “But I love you so much…!” I protested. Her kind smile wrapped me in a feeling of her own strength and love, and she squeezed my hand. “Yes, you do, and I love you back. But it doesn’t have to be like this, not heart wrenching. Stay with us, let us teach you the ways of our coven, and you’ll learn to control your own boundaries and cherish them. You have many gifts, and we can help you develop them. I think you’ll be amazed at what you discover within yourself.” Through raw emotions, I struggled to understand what she was saying. Serena smiled again, and I saw the other faces around us beaming love and gentle acceptance. I knew it was going to be all right. They didn’t deny my new feelings or needs, only offered much more than I ever understood before. I thought of the symbols in the woods, and my reluctance to learn what they meant. It looked like I was going back to school and this time I’d be a willing pupil. “I’m ready,” I answered her, embracing my new sisters. “Peace, little one. There is an eternity of time to love and be loved. It doesn’t have to be consumed all in one moment.” Then she pulled my head to her breasts and rocked me gently. My life had changed the moment I saw her, but I understood now that it was only the beginning of a fascinating journey few people ever take to unlock the mysteries within themselves. Peace truly did fill me, along with hope and purpose. I determined to take this opportunity far beyond the physical pleasure of their nurturing and into the core of who I am. There was power here, and life on a scale I had never known. I couldn’t wait to begin.

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