I am old now and this shitty nursing home bed will be the last I know in this world. I have multiple medical maladies and mobility problems. I even need help to go to the bathroom. There is no dignity left for me, so I escape into memories of days gone by. Fortunately, my mind is mostly clear and I can work this computer enough to tell a few of my stories. I spend lots of time remembering, and typing at the keyboard. There isn't much else to do when you are imprisoned in your own body and simply waiting for your turn to die. Death will be welcome for me and I'll greet him like an old friend. I'm approaching my 93rd birthday and have seen him around a few times. He has taken many of both my friends and my family while I have been awaiting my turn. I hope it's soon, but not before I finish this one last story. Please forgive me if I don't quite meet contemporary literary standards. My mind jumps around a bit and sometimes it shows in my writing. I apologize for that, but hope you will keep reading anyway.
It was the spring of my 59th year and my fourth year as a Pagan. Although I lived in a small rural community in the bible belt, I had managed to find some others who shared my faith. We founded a coven, but we never quite got around to giving it a name. We were more concerned with keeping our secret. In the craft, this is known as remaining in the broom closet. It was a matter of survival for us and we kept our spirituality a closely guarded secret. I will refer to each of us by fictitious magickal names to protect the coven and the families of those involved.
The coven was small. There were only 4 members. There was Raven, Windsong, Starlight and myself. I am Winterwolf. Not a single one of my coven members would I have kicked out of bed for eating crackers. Not that I expected to bed any of them as that wasn't what our purpose was. To put it into Christian terms, we were our own church, but you'll see that we became much more. Let me describe how we looked in those days. I'll try to use the present tense from here as I sink into the memory like it was yesterday
Raven is 8 years my junior in age. She stands 6 feet tall and is probably 180 pounds. She has long shapely legs and a nicely shaped, broad ass that that sway's when she walks and is good enough to die for. Add in her tits which I guess at a large C or maybe a D cup and Raven is quite good looking. She wears her silky brunette hair slightly longer than shoulder length and it frames her face and her cute little impish smile in a way that would make any man want to fuck the shit out of her. She had remained celibate for five years because of some experience in her past, but I never asked for details. She could have had any man she wanted or any woman too for that matter. Raven was the High Priestess of our coven.
Windsong is a year my senior in age. She is similar to Raven in appearance but is a couple of inches shorter with blonde hair that she usually wears up and slightly smaller tits than Raven's. Windsong dresses in a way that usually hides her assets and makes her appear to be just an average woman. She prefers not to turn heads as she walks down the street. What a deception that is. Windsong is simply hot!
Starlight is 4 years younger than me and is a bit different from the rest of us. Standing at five foot eight and weighing in close to 250, she never leaves the house unless she is dressed to the nines and her makeup is absolutely perfect. As you would expect on a big girl, she has massive tits. She does her best to hide her figure with her outfits. She nearly always succeeds and presents a striking picture when she is in public. On the few occasions that her clothes don't flatter the eye, Starlight uses her fabulous personality to make both men and women see that she is a person they want to be near. Of all the members, it was she who most impressed me upon our first meeting.
Both Windsong and Starlight are single and apparently have been for a while. I don't know either of them as well as I do Raven and don't feel like it would be appropriate for me to ask for details. It's Raven's pants that I'm trying to get into after all and I don't want to send the wrong signals.
Then there is me. I am the coven's High Priest-coequal to the High Priestess theoretically, but in our coven all members are considered coequal anyway. At six feet tall I weigh in at about 130 pounds. If I even look at a salad I lose five pounds. I have a full head of brown hair and most of my own teeth. That is a plus at my age, I'm told. I have a six inch cock and it works well without any help from those little pills that so many men need at my age.
Fortunately, although the goddess didn't bless me with over-sized equipment, she provided me opportunities to learn the best way to use what I have. A career that took me to many overseas locations and gave me plenty of spending money allowed me to explore aspects of my sexuality that I would never have had the guts to ask a girlfriend to try. Paying for sex isn't all bad, I guess. As I began to move out of my twenties, I explored marriage. Having failed three times at that game, I gave up. But I had gained lots of experience and I melded the loving sex of marriage with the selfish sex that comes when you buy it to become the lover I now could be-if I only had a partner. I was as horny as they come and only the restraint that comes with age kept me from making a complete fool of myself.
I met Raven at a Pagan Pride Day celebration in the city 150 miles from my town. It was the closest place to commune with other Pagans for me. I was amazed that we actually lived in the same town and we began hanging out together when she could make time. Raven ran a successful business as a financial counselor and worked usually 14 hours a day. I eventually convinced her to take a day off every other week. We became good friends, but I wanted more. I had the hots for this gorgeous woman, but I was stuck in lovers hell-squarely in the friend zone. Even with reality staring me in the face, Raven took center stage in my daily jack off sessions. (Yes daily and sometimes twice.)
Raven had met some people through her work and knew of a couple other Pagans in town. Yep, Windsong and Starlight. She introduced us. Windsong was a nurse so she made good enough money to live comfortably while not getting rich, but Raven was trying to change that for her. Starlight struggled in a retail job and barely made ends meet.
I had retired early from an engineering firm in the city. I moved to my small town to be with a girl I liked. It worked for a few years, then the relationship tanked. I had bought a 3000 square foot home for me, her and her two no good sons to live in. Now the house was occupied by myself and my two cats. There was lots of extra room. I made one large room into a dedicated spiritual worship room. We would hold coven meetings there and perform rituals to give thanks and ask for blessings from the Goddess and the God. Sometimes we would do personal magick.
The coven always met within a day (night) of the full moon and we held special rituals on each of the eight Sabbats. This story is about our first Beltane ritual. Raven, Windsong and I had been worshiping together since August and Starlight joined our group for the December festivities as we celebrated Yule on the 21st. It was now the second of May and we were together for the celebration of Beltane. It was the final of three fertility rituals in the spring.
Our Beltane ritual was to be a landmark for our small coven. After much thought, talk and more thought, we had all agreed to hold our first ever skyclad ritual. Skyclad is the term we use to mean that we would all be clad as in the sky, or naked. There is controversy in the craft about skyclad or not skyclad. We decided that skyclad would symbolize our freedom from the rules of modern society and it would put no barriers between ourselves and the energies of the Goddess and the God. With some anxiety, we all agreed. While three of us had practiced skyclad in solitary rituals, none of us had done so in front of others. The bylaws of our coven required the agreement of all members before any ritual was performed or the structure was changed.
