Lesbian Witches’ Coven: an Erotic Adventure

Lesbian witches coven – was it really just a dream? 

Have you ever heard of a lesbian witches’ coven? Neither have I. Well, I had a long weekend in the quiet English countryside recently. We drove around a few historical sites, including the eerie Stonehenge. We also visited a haunted house and stayed in some lovely old thatched pubs that offered bed and breakfast. Some of the places we saw were quite spooky.

Since that weekend, I’ve had a series of strange erotic dreams connected to one of the old country houses that we saw. Once a place with a reputation for historical witchcraft. I always sleep naked in the summer and every morning this week I’ve woken up sweating and breathless, and very, very wet between my legs.

All my recent erotic dreams revolve around a lesbian witches’ coven that meets in the woods behind the old haunted house. 

The witches are preparing me for initiation and forcing me to undergo all kinds of humiliating rites and ceremonies. They have an altar hidden away in a little wooded valley where they can light fires without being seen.

Last night, they blindfolded me and led me into their woodland temple. Suddenly, I felt the heat of the fire in front of me as several pairs of hands began to undress me. As I stood there naked and unable to see through my blindfold, two women grabbed my arms and pulled me to my knees. I recognised the sensual menacing voice of the coven’s leader as she began to speak.

I was starting to really like this lesbian witches’ coven! And it was even better than hot lesbian nun sex. She said that it was time for me to submit to her publicly as the first part of my initiation. I wondered what she meant for a moment, then felt her standing over me. Her prickly hair rubbed uncomfortably against my face as she pushed her pussy against my mouth. She grabbed my head firmly in both hands and held me in place. Obviously, I had no choice and began to lick her wet cunt.

The other members of the coven mockingly caressed my shoulders and neck as I licked the witch. 

It seemed to go on forever and my tongue began to ache as she moaned out loud and ground her pussy into my face. Eventually, she came with a series of shuddering gasps and pulled away from me. For a moment I thought that I would have to go down on all of them. But the sluts of the lesbian witches coven pulled me to my feet.

A sultry voice told me that it was time to learn the truth behind the myth of witches flying on broomsticks. The witches walked me over to the altar and guided me down until I was lying on it. Then someone removed my blindfold and I saw a group of naked women around me, illuminated in the flickering firelight. One of them showed me an old-fashioned broomstick and lecherously licked the tip of the handle like it was a man’s cock.

The naked witch rubbed some kind of liquid all over the broomstick and slowly brought it down between my legs. I gasped in shock as she massaged my pussy lips with the slippery wooden broom handle. Then she expertly used the length of the smooth wood to rub up and down over my clit and my swelling labia, rolling and kneading and teasing. The other members of the lesbian witches’ coven took turns sucking my nipples and playing with my breasts.

One of the witches pinched my nipple hard and said “It’s time. 

“Let her ride the broomstick!” As a wave of excitement went through the crowd, I felt the tip of the broomstick push into my pussy. I couldn’t help myself and instinctively flexed my hips as though there was a cock inside me. The pleasure was exquisite and I began to moan and writhe as the woman fucked me.

The witch knew exactly what she was doing and thrust about six inches of the smooth rounded handle into my pussy. Then she fucked me with a steady rhythm, gradually increasing the speed and pressing against my G-spot. As the witches danced around me, I began to scream in ecstasy. 

Now, I just need to find a REAL lesbian witches’ coven!

EMILY

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