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Germanic Autumnal Equinox Celebrations
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LilyMarlaine

Germanic Autumnal Equinox Celebrations

I witnessed the insemination of twelve virgins during the Equinox and the Full Moon celebrations.

In late summer of 2007, I went back to my homeland, but since both of my parents had passed away, I no longer had a place to stay.

One of my cousins offered me to stay with her, and I happily accepted her hospitality. While going to school we had been good friends, and whenever I traveled to Germany , I always dropped in on her. I haven’t seen her for a couple of years and was anxious to find out, how she was coping with life after her recent divorce.

On our drive from the airport we chatted, and I quickly realized that her whole way of thinking and perceiving the world had become way more spiritual, and she took her new ideas and principles wholeheartedly. She told me, she even quit her good paying job as an assistant bank manager and moved from the city to a primitive little farmhouse, nestled in the midst of an enchanting forest in the mountains.

After arriving at Ingrid's new house, I saw with my own eyes, how big the change in her life had been. From the house, the furnishings to the appliances, everything was bold and simple. All the expensive, lavish furniture she once had was replaced by rustic, natural wood and wicker ones. Most of the lamps and candle-holders were out of forged wrought iron, and the colors of her table cloth, curtains and bedspreads were vivid summer colors. A constant fragrance of lavender and other herbs floated through the rooms, mixed with the smoky residue from incense burners.

We both grew up in Roman Catholic households, but after my sinful relations I felt, I no longer should visit the house of God and stopped practicing religion altogether. But by the looks of it, Ingrid must have taken on a new one. There was sort of an altar in the sun-room, facing to the south, which was adorned with seasonal flowers, herbs and fruits. Right above it was a beautiful painting of a Medicine Wheel. And out in the garden, midst herbs and vegetables I noticed a shrine. On my first evening there, I secretly watched her just before dusk making some food offerings to some kind of spirit or Goddess, while chanting in a foreign language. It was all very intriguing, but I felt uncomfortable in posing any questions. It’s her life, and she can do as she pleases.

In the morning I drove with her to a medicinal plant farm, where she now works. She left her car to my disposal for the day, so I could meet other family members and friends. I picked her up in the evening and we went back to “her strange little haven”. She prepared a wholesome supper, using her own garden produce and said a silent prayer before starting to eat.

Early Saturday morning her boyfriend came over. The minute he walked through the door, my heart skipped a beat. He reminded me so much of a Romany Gypsy boy-- the boy I had my first crush on as a young girl. His clan had put up their tents and wagons on the designated Gypsy campground outside the village, and every evening after sunset I sneaked out there. I watched them as they were gathered around their campfire, singing and dancing to the music played on the balalaika. I was mesmerized by their nomadic way of living, their colorful attire and their dark olive complexion, and secretly dreamed that one day I could join them-- innocent children dreams.

Seeing Ingrid’s friend standing there, with his dark mysterious eyes, brought back those long forgotten memories. I didn't want to be bold and ask about his background, I figured it might come up soon or later. They invited me to join them for the grape harvest at one of their associates. I had nothing better planned for the day, and it seemed like a great idea, helping gathering nature’s bounty.

It was fun and entertaining and while they were chatting among each other, I found out a little more about their beliefs and customs. But still couldn't figure out what kind of a religious group or sect they belonged to.

After a good day’s work in the vineyard, we all set down to a well deserved supper with plenty of wine. They talked and laughed and their joyfulness was contagious. While some of them were dancing, their young daughter came to sit beside me and asked with beaming eyes, if I will attend the Autumnal Equinox Celebrations. I was baffled, and asked when and where they’ll take place.

“On Sunday, the 23 rd of September,” she exclaimed laughingly as if I should know. “That’s when the girl in me dies and the woman is born, and gets filled with the mystery seeds of the chosen man, so I can give birth to new life at summer solstice.”

“Oh...okay. I guess…eh… if you want me to be there, I could. Is Ingrid and Hakim attending as well?” I inquired.

“Well of course! Everyone will be there. It’s the most significant celebration in the Neo-Pagan-Wicca tradition; it’s Witches Thanksgiving. Where have you been living?”

“Ehmm… in Canada . And oh…yeah, for sure, I will be there!” I confirmed with my curiosity aroused to the max. I needed to see this, a Witches Thanksgiving?

“Why don’t you tell me a bit more about it,” I asked innocently.

“Oh, okay. As you know, in the fall all plants wilt and die and their seeds are scattered by the wind. They are dormant during the winter months, but start growing into new healthy plants the following year, producing a plentiful harvest for animals and mankind. The spiritual significance of the Fall Equinox is to celebrate the end of the harvest, show our gratitude in prayers and ask for the blessings of the divine Germanic Gods. And there is no better time for young virgins like myself, to receive this honor to be chosen, to be paired up with a suitable male and get inseminated. I have been studying hard, and I know everything about the earth-centered spiritual traditions of Witchcraft. I diligently practice daily for the dance ritual, and I am very excited for my special day to arrive.”

***

This was enlightening information and I was anxious to see, if Ingrid would bring it up during the week. As Friday rolled around, nothing had been said and I was rather disappointed. Then when I got up on Saturday morning, all the vivid summer colors in the house were replaced by more earth tone ones, beige, brown, orange, burgundy and hunter green. Her little altar was moved, facing to the west and was adorned with red grapes, little pumpkins, nuts and some colorful fall leaves. As I walked into the living room, she was just taken down all summer paintings and replacing them with fall motifs.

“Oh, good morning Ingrid. I see you are getting ready for the Fall Equinox to arrive.”

“Yes, I am. It’s the most important one of the seasonal changes. The autumn vegetables, fruits and grains have been collected and Mother Earth has once again provided an abundance of food for her children. The busy time of tending fields and harvesting is almost done, and though the work of storing and preserving foods for the winter still lies ahead, it is time to take a moment of rest and give thanks for all that has been received. I will be leaving tomorrow with Hakim for the Thanksgiving celebrations. You can use my car while I am gone.”

“Oh, what a pity! I was hoping I could be a part of it. I gave my promise to Gertrude that I would be there for her big day, she will be so disappointed, don't you think?”

“Aah…she told you...and you are interested in joining us?” she questioned me extremely surprised.

“I am open-minded, and by no means judgmental. I am always willing to learn something new.”

“Well, alright then. It’s a three day celebration and we need to find you some folkloric clothes to wear. And while I am finishing my fall decorating around the house, you could do a little bit of reading, getting familiarized with Germanic Paganism and Wicca Traditions.” she said, handing me her “Book of Shadows”, which contained her personal experiences, her knowledge and findings of her new religion.

I spent most of the day reading about Germanic and Teutonic Gods and Goddesses, about witches, warlocks and wizards, and tried on some of my cousin’s clothes, packed them up and then went off to sleep with my head filled with all this new, strange information.

***

The celebrations started Sunday afternoon with the annual Thanksgiving parade. Ingrid and Hakim, along with many other followers of their faith participated in it. Dressed in folkloric costumes and traditional robes they demonstrated the simple life of pagans. From primitive horse buggies to large floats, some decorated with lavish flowers, others with fruits, vegetables, grains and bread, vats of grapes and barrels of wine--went past us, the spectators who were lining the side of the street. Many small groups of children and parents were carrying the bounty of nature, starting from bundled kindling wood, wood logs, to homemade bread, stalks of wheat, and baskets of apples, nuts and vegetables. And every so often, there was a traditional band in between, playing folkloric music, which created a festive energy and enticed the folks to sway and sing.

A bit further down the street was an elevated podium, where a high priest gave his blessing to the passing parade’s participants and their harvest bounty.

As the parade drew to its end, people started gathering at the festivity grounds. A large amount of food, which was prepared in ancient ways-- cooked over an open fire--was offered to feast on. Everyone was having a good time, filling their bellies with vegetable stews, pig’s feet, whole grain bread baked in wood ovens, and quenched their thirst with apple cider, new wine and malt.

As the sun started to set, all the Wiccans and Pagans left. They made a pilgrimage up the mountain and gathered at an old medieval castle. With great respect they watched as the sun went down and darkness spread over the land. The elders lit the bonfire, and as soon it was ablaze, the “Jägerettes” started chanting, handing out drinks of “Jägermeister” and “Hexengebräu”, potent herbal liquors, which are very stimulating and intoxicating. Then delicious desserts such as apple strudels, pies and tarts, plenty of fruits and cheese were served, and the feasting continued.

Musicians started entertaining, playing on fiddles, clarinets, harmonicas and accordions, while men and women danced. They sang old Germanic songs, to thank and please their Gods and Goddesses. As the indulgence in food, herbal alcoholic brews and musical fun continued some women dressed in black and purple, set up large incense burners. Soon the air was filled with the smoky essence of tobacco, rosemary, sage and Artemis, and had our brains in a daze.

Everything went silent when a man of great stature--the Lord of the Warlocks--walked in, stood up on the podium and proclaimed the official opening of the ceremonies.

“Come my people, let us begin, the Gods await us! We are gathered here today, to renew our wows and to show our gratitude to Mother Earth.”

“Yes we are”, the chores of the believers answered.

“We believe in paganism.”

“We do.”

“We worship all Deities, female Goddesses and male Gods, who have together created the world and everything in it.”

“We do.”

“We worship nature and belief all creations are sacred and equal.”

“We do.”

“We live and honor the Rule and Conduct of Wiccan Rede.”

“We do.”

“We love and embrace Mother Nature and have the utmost respect for her.”

“We do.”

“We thank Mother Nature for her never ending gift of bounty.”

“We do.”

“We worship the sun and the moon for giving us their dynamic essential energies.”

“We do.”

“We are witches and warlocks and practice with pride our sacred heritage.”

“We do.”

“We are here to honor our ancient family legacy and give our precious seeds to create new offspring.”

“We do.”

“We believe in the Moon Goddess’ fertility.”

“We do.”

“We are here to celebrate, to feast on nature’s bounty, to drink the wine of the Gods, to fertilize our chosen virgins and to indulge in the physical pleasures of this world. Enjoy!”

“So be it!”

Shivers went down my spine hearing the proclamations of the believers and my anticipation was rising. The bright, almost full moon was standing high, illuminating the star filled night sky. The sound of a drum broke the silence and had my heart beating faster. Everyone’s head turned. Their brimming eyes were directed to the entrance gate of the castle’s courtyard.

One girl after another came dancing in, barefooted to the enchanting tunes of flutes and oboes, clad in colorful dresses and their long, flowing hair decorated with flowers. As they sauntered by me, I noticed that all the girls were blessed with voluptuous curves.

They formed a large circle around the campfire and started to perform their traditional virgin dance. Like clumsy little children, they stumbled around with simple dance moves. Then, with each completed circle around the fire their dance-abilities increased and became more synchronized, symbolizing their growth throughout their childhood years. By the time they neared their eighteenth round, it was pure perfection, as if the divine Goddesses themselves were performing a mating dance.

The folks were chanting mystical hymns during this enchanting spectacle. The minute it ended, the deep manly voice of the warlock asked,

“Are you all virgins?”

“Yes we are, Lord,” the twelve girls confirmed proudly.

“Do you believe in the Great Mother Goddess Holda and the lunar fertility?”

“Yes we do, Lord!”

“Are your menstrual cycles in sync with the lunar cycle?”

“Yes they are, Lord!”

“Are you ready, willing and proud to receive the seeds of the chosen fertile men?”

“Yes we are, with all our being, Lord!”

“So be it!”

Instantly, loud cheering and thundering applause filled the smoke filled night.

The mothers of the virgin girls hurried by their side, and escorted them over to the wall of the courtyard; where bales of straw and hay was staged on top each other to create twelve field-beds. They stripped them of their colorful dresses, bras and panties, and had them standing there in all their feminine glory, showing off their voluptuous breasts and their full rounded hips, conducive for childbearing.

Reaching into their cauldrons and taking out the ashes of the burned sacred herbs, they started to smudge their daughter’s bodies, cleansing them of their impurities. Another cauldron, still smoldering, was used to wave the smoke from the burning herbs over all parts of their body and their face. In slow, deep breaths, they inhaled the pungent scent of this aphrodisiac, to relax, stimulate and drown their senses.

Shortly after, they removed the flowers in their daughter’s hair and replaced them with braided wreaths of blooming elderberry twigs. One girl after another was then guided by their mother’s hand to lie onto the field-beds, which were covered with burgundy hemp sheets. Lovingly they lifted their daughter’s feet up, folding their legs by their knees and spreading them apart, exposing their untouched “Goddess of love”.

Then the mothers wiped their hands clean, and applied some sexually stimulating herbal oils over their girl’s virgin genitals. Their nimble fingers rubbed their small clitorises, working them into swollen nubs. Skillfully they let their hands trail down between their folds, massaging and lubricating their virgin labia with this potent stimulant.

With arousal we watched as the girl’s bodies twitched and squirmed by their mother’s talented hands.

The sexual energy sizzled among the folks and I could feel my seeping arousal dampening my panties. Heavy breathing, moaning and fidgeting surrounded me. As I glanced down to the man beside me, I saw his hand stroking his evident bulge in his trousers, and the woman next to him had a busy hand under her long skirt.

The blow of a hunter’s horn brought my attention back to the ceremonial happenings.

He was announcing the arrival of the virgin lads, which had been carefully chosen over the last several months, to be suitable to form harmonies matches with the chosen virgin girls, who would become their brides.

Twelve eighteen year old lads, each born in a different calendar month, came marching in to the rhythm of the drums. Glad in off-white gowns, held together around their waist with a braided sisal rope, and their head adorned with a wreath. Each one carried a torch in his right hand and had his left one placed upon his heart. With their head held high, they approached their designated bride to be.

Proudly they planted their torch into the ground beside the field-bed and untied their robes. Showing the folks their young manhood – fully erect and ready to perform- had the whole crowd moaning, whimpering and whining in a chorus of sexual arousal. The lads’ hands stroked the length of their hard member back and forth for a few minutes, then they turned around, facing their waiting virgins. While gazing upon their exposed female sex, they fisted their cocks a few more times.

By the toot of the hunter’s horn they stepped closer, guided their bulbous head between the virgin’s folds, slowly separating them and pushing deeper and deeper. One girl after another let out a cry of pain, as her hymen was broken. The lads turned to the onlookers, showing them with pride their blood smeared penis heads, and then turned around to resume their task on hand.

In symbolism their mothers wept in sorrow for loosing their little girls, followed by the triumphing cheers of all present males, for now having twelve more women among them to mount.

Eagerly the young lads plowed their new turf, widening their bride’s tight virgin caverns, stretching and filling them with the whole length and girth of their stiff phallus. After a little session of deep and profound pounding the girl’s whimpers transformed into pleasurable singsong and had their bodies jolting with joy.

As thrilling this was, seeing twelve virgins being turned into women, I found it hard to stay focused. I no longer could resist my own urges, pulled my floor-length gown up and reached under it, fondling my drenched pussy--as so many other women did around me.

Not more than about ten minutes after the young lads had started to propagate, the first one came loudly, emptying his fresh seed into his new bride’s womb. In the next little while, one after another followed suit, and filled their brides up with their semen.

As the last one finished, the crowd clapped their hands and cheerily welcomed them into their adult world.

The “Jägerettes” went around handing everyone another drink of witches’ brew, which was gulped down in one shot.

Then the fathers of the now young men stepped beside their sons, dismissing them and taking their places. Starting to penetrate the semen filled vagina of their new daughter-in-laws, stretching them even further, and driving the seed which was deposited in their wombs, deeper and deeper, in the hope they will find their way to the women’s eggs to fertilize them.

The mother’s of the young men handed each one a goblet with a powerful herbal love potion and after each one had emptied it, they helped them to climb up onto the straw field-bed, positioning themselves right over their bride’s faces. Instantly their tongues lashed at the men’s semen smeared penis heads, licking them clean. Then they swallowed their balls, kneading them in their mouths, and had the guys aroused in no time what’s so ever. Their cocks were twitching and coming back to life, getting harder and longer by the minute. Their brides’ tongues licked up and down their length, swirling over the glistening purple heads and humming with delight.

In a bit, the fathers pulled their cocks out of their daughter-in-law’s stretched vagina, and gave their place back to their sons. As if they had practiced to perform this sprint, they all jumped down at the same time and resumed their position to mate with their woman. Their phallus looked bigger and longer than before, bursting with power. And from the feel I got, they would be pounding away at their love-holes for a long, long time.

I kind of shrugged, when out of nowhere a hand grabbed my head and pushed it down. Half bent over I felt my long gown being folded up and my panties tugged down. Then two hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, and the wet head of a man’s penis squeezed between my pussy lips and pushed its way into it. Slowly he started to pound me, and it felt damn good. I was so horned up from watching the ritual, and was more than ready to get a hard fucking myself.

And so was everyone else. They were all willing participants in this ritual. As my eyes wandered around while getting rammed from behind, I saw others in various positions giving into their lustful desires. Some women were on their hands and knees, getting fucked from both ends. Others were rolling around on the damp grass or on blankets; getting it in missionary position. And some women were straddling the men’s cocks or their faces. And over by the court yard entrance, some women were standing up, pinned against the sandstone walls, getting pounded from the front and others from the back.

A chorus of loud grunts, moans, whimpers and shrieks of joy echoed through the otherwise silent night. And even though it was outdoors, the air was thick, filled with the smell of alcohol, smoke and incense and the musky scent of lust.

The second, the man who was mounting me, had released his semen into me, I was yanked by the hands of another horny, drunken villain. Ruthlessly he pushed me down onto my knees and rammed his horn into me, fucking me fast like a rabbit. Without cumming, he pulled his prick back out of my cunt after about five minutes, and searched for his next burrow.

Just as I was getting up on my feet, the hand of a man swung me around and our chests clashed together. Before I could see his face, his mouth had found mine. His tongue swirled around my lips and darted deep into my mouth cavern. Even though, I didn’t like the taste of malt I reciprocated his hungry kisses. I was sexed up and in a buzz.

Carefully he walked me backwards, trying not to step on other fornicating couples, until we reached the stone wall. He pressed me against it, unbuttoned my folkloric dress and denuded my breasts. He fondled, kissed and licked my tits, while I ran my hands through his curly black hair, and his fingers explored my sticky, cum-filled love channel.

Then he stood up straight, and hissed in my ear, “Don’t I know you? Have we met in another life?”

“Maybe? Are you a Gypsy boy?” is all I could think of to say.

“Yes I am,” he answered, as he lifted my long skirt and pushed his hard manhood into me, and started penetrating me deep and vigorously to the rhythmic beat of the drums. He kissed and nibbled on my neck and uttered romantic words in his Romany Gypsy language.

For hours and hours he made love to me, right next to the field-beds with the newly matched virgin couples. From what I heard, some had already received three to four loads of promising seeds, and I only can imagine how overflowing their pussies must have been.

As the night’s festivities drew to an end, many already had fallen asleep, right out in the courtyard. Scattered around on blankets, they were sleeping off their indulgence of herbal alcohol and animalistic sex, which they all had for half of the night.

***

Even though the sun rose around 7:10 am , no one was able to open their eyes. Everyone seemed to have quite a hangover. Then about two hours later, the smell of pancakes, flapjacks, apple- and potato fritters brought us back to life. After a good hardy breakfast with some eye-opening herbal tea, groups of people ventured to the nearby thermal springs, and got washed up. By 11:00 am everyone was clean and dressed in white flowing tunics, vestments and garbs, ready for the second day of the Equinox Celebrations.

A long convoy of believers made their pilgrimage over the rolling grass hills to the old ruins of a Gothic church of the Middle Ages. During the 300 hundred year period of witch-hunting, from the fifteenth to the eighteenth century, thousands of witches were tortured and burned throughout Europe , and hundreds of them right here at this particular place.

To honor their lost lives and souls, the twelve new women, or witches, were once more to be inseminated by their mates. White linens were spread out over a stone altar, where the twelve witches laid down, 3 facing to the west, 3 to north, 3 to the east and 3 to the south. Forming a circle like a Medicine Wheel and spreading their legs wide open for everyone to see their fertile womanhood. Then their mates resumed their obligations and fornicated once again while the folks blessed them and prayed for successful impregnation. It didn’t take very long, before everyone else was sexual aroused and masturbated, and then splashed their cum and juices all over the once sacred grounds.

After each of the twelve women’s wombs were once again filled up with semen, they lay with their legs splayed, offering their overflowing vagina to the Sun Goddess, in symbolism for her to warm their fertilized eggs, like she does for so many other creatures, who are roaming this planet.

***

Then by 3 o’clock , we all had arrived at a village in the Rhine valley. Some were participating and others were watching the long parade of horses of the “Wendelinusritt”. Horses and humans have interacted since 4000 BC. Horses have been the means of transportation for mankind throughout the ages, and even provided them with important products, such as meat, milk, hide, hair and bone. Therefore, it was to the pagan’s interest to pay respect to these noble beasts and partake in their blessing.

After the parade was another sumptuous feast (paying a fee of course), offering potatoes cooked in the embers of a large fire pit, horse steaks and white cabbage, carrots and beets, served with regional red wine. After everyone’s belly was filled to the brim, all were heading to a warlock’s horse farm.

The believers were celebrating, singing, dancing and consuming jugs of red wine, “Jägermeister” and “Hexengebräu”, except the young brides. They were now only allowed to drink wholesome warm milk with honey.

After night had fallen, it was soon time for another roll in the hay, which was spread out in the yard between the stables and barns. This being the time when the moon is at its fullest, and the lunar fertility is at its best, the twelve young brides and grooms resumed to copulate again under the star filled night sky.

Carried by the gentle breezes of the night, the intoxicating fumes of burning herbs made their way up our noses, invading our brains and unleashing our lustful desires once again. People were fucking like there was no tomorrow, and goblets of love potions were swilled down, to give them the stamina to go on and on. The noise of sweaty hips and asses clashing together, mixed with the loud grunts, bellows and high pitch shrieks of fornicating men and women, sounded like the yearly mating of the wild beasts in the savanna.

One last night, they were wild and inhibited and had random sex, fornicating with their friend’s wives and daughters, before life would return to normal with the morning’s sunrise. Men switched from one women’s cunt to the next, like bees pollinating flowers. As night went on, some staggered around as if they were walking on their last legs, looking for another hole to sink their beaten meat into.

In the wee hours of the morning people had dropped like flies, drained of all their energy and semen. The passed out bodies, scattered around in the yard and barns, resembled a battlefield after a gruesome attack. The celebration had reached its end and the sun was slowly rising, peeking over the hills of the Black Forest .

After this three day frenzy of copulation I am sure its safe to speculate, that there will be twelve—if not more—little witches or warlocks to welcome at the summer solstices.

(See my pictures of the 2007 Fall Equinox)

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Comments(9)

Craig1967
Posted 11 Feb 2014 13:36
Fuck it! I'm moving to Germany! Seriously, a very rousing read and quite an enjoyable one. Makes me wonder, with ceremonies like that, why we ever switched to Christianity.
jena121
Posted 14 Nov 2013 01:13
I would have thought that was a REAL experience - by the way it was told - excellent
billybudd42000
Posted 27 Aug 2013 01:44
Another little gem from a very talented author.

AbigailThornton
Posted 25 Aug 2013 00:54
There's a lot to enjoy in this orgy. I particularly liked the way you started by observing but then became a part of the orgy. Well written.

naughtyannie
Posted 24 Aug 2013 21:26
Marvellous story of a real orgy of celebration - good luck in the competition!

adagio_sabadicus
Posted 24 Aug 2013 20:13
Great story...keep writing

Mandal46
Posted 24 Aug 2013 17:48
Very hot and well written Lily. The details you shared are awesome. I can foresee many new members (pun intended) attending next years celebrations 5+++
TJoker
Posted 24 Aug 2013 17:29
Well done. That was a very hot & awesome story. Something we in the states don't hear about. "V=5X5++++."
peteyx
Posted 24 Aug 2013 14:49
Mein Gott!, had me reaching for my hard member
 

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