"Knock knock, Miss Sleepyhead, time to get up; you’ve got a big day today."

Jasmine opened her eyes and saw her mother rolling up her blinds. A harsh ray of sunlight flooded into the room, causing Jasmine to shield her eyes and groan irritably.

"Come on Jazz," said her mother, tugging the sheets off her daughter’s slim frame. "We need to leave in an hour…You don’t want to be late for your first gathering do you?"

Jasmine heard her mother’s footsteps trail away before yawning and sleepily reaching out for her phone. She pressed a button on the side and the dim display flickered to life. In big numerals the time eight o’clock was displayed. Beneath that, in much smaller writing were the words:
Calendar Alert: Pagan Gathering 
Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat as it dawned on her what day it was. She jumped out of her bed and raced to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and bolted the lock before pulling her t-shirt over her head and dropping her panties to the ground; throwing her sleepwear into a crumpled heap on the tiles.

Jasmine turned the taps of the shower on and waited for the water to run hot. Once a nice film of steam was collecting on the shower panes, she stepped in and lathered herself up with soap, vigorously scrubbing every inch of her supple skin.

Jasmine rinsed shampoo from her hair and applied liquid soap to her fingers. She delicately washed between her legs and around her labia, bathing the area until it was squeaky clean. Jasmine tried to resist the desire to stimulate herself, but the feeling of her fingers rubbing past her clit was too intense to stop. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to stifle a moan as she stroked herself, feeling her muscles tense and her pussy tingle. Shivers went down her spine and she clenched her thighs.

Jasmine opened her eyes. She didn’t have time for this. Regretfully she took her fingers away from her pussy and turned off the water.

When the water had stopped running, Jasmine heard her mother’s footsteps approach the bathroom.

"I’ve left your dress hooked on the back of the door," Jasmine’s mother said from the hallway.

"Thanks’ Mum," Jasmine replied.

She remembered what her mother told her before she went to bed the night before. She was to be given a special traditional dress that all Pagan women wear, and wasn’t to wear anything underneath it because it wasn’t customary and would displease the Gods.

So Jasmine just dried her hair and patted her body dry. She opened the bathroom door a crack so that no-one would see her naked and whisked the dress into the room. Jasmine took it off its hanger and stepped into it.

The dress was an all-white A-line that came down to her ankles. It was quite baggy around the sleeves and had a square, low-cut section around the neck. Surprisingly the dress, although a little too old-fashioned for Jasmine’s taste, was very comfortable and cool to wear.

Jasmine admired herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. Her brown hair contrasted nicely with her dress, which showed off a nice amount of cleavage without being too skimpy. Jasmine raced out of the bathroom and went to her bedroom to collect her things.

"Come on Jazz, hurry up!" her Dad yelled up the stairs.

"Be right there!" she shouted as she switched off her light and closed her door.

Within ten minutes, Jasmine and her family were off to the Pagan gathering site. Jasmine, although excited, couldn’t help but wonder what the God’s had in store for her.

~~~ 
Jasmine had been travelling for over three hours when the mountain came into view. It was an odd sight. The slopes were an even gradient and of equal height and the mountain base was a perfect circle. Instead of tapering up to a point, the slope of the mountain abruptly cut off and became flat halfway up.

"Is that Mount Franklin?" inquired Jasmine, pointing to the unusual mountain.

"How did you guess?" her mother smirked. "The mountain is shaped like that because it was once a huge volcano. In the centre there is an enormous crater, where the lava used to pool," she said enthusiastically. "Pagans have celebrated their annual meetings there for generations."

"And what exactly do we celebrate? All you have ever told me is that it was a gathering honouring a God and that I had to wait until I was seventeen to find out."

Jasmine’s mother flashed a mysterious smile. "You will find out later tonight, young lady."

Jasmine slumped back into her seat and watched the landscape roll by. As the car got closer to the mountain, the grass by the side of the road disappeared and was replaced by a carpet of pine needles. The slopes of Mount Franklin were dominated by huge pine trees with scarred trunks and weeping wounds. Beneath them grew hundreds of tiny mushrooms that thrived in the ever-moist air that clung around the mountain, funnelling into the crater as if it were a bowl being filled.

Jasmine and her parents drove up the mountain on a narrow, one lane road that spiralled around the edge. The road went over the lip of the bowl before spiralling back down into the crater. Strung between two pine trees above the road was a banner that read:

Mt. Franklin Annual Pagan Gathering 
Jasmine’s father slowed the car down as he drove into the campground. Hundreds Dozens of tents of all kinds were pitched on the lawn; some only big enough for two people and others that would rival a small house. Once the car was parked, Jasmine got out and stretched her cramped limbs.

"Jazz, why don’t you set up this tent for yourself?" her father said, holding a small bundle.

"I assumed that we would be sharing a tent, like we do on camping trips."

"It is a little bit…easier, if we do it this way," her mother said awkwardly.

Jasmine was beginning to become very confused and wondered what the whole celebration was about. She took the tent and began to set it up.

"When you’re done, honey, why don’t you go meet some of the other people your own age?" her mother said.

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll get around to it."

~~~ 
It was late afternoon and the sun had dipped below the mountain, casting a massive shadow over the crater. Jasmine had erected her tent and decided to follow her mother’s advice.

She walked over to a small fire where a group of youths were gathered. Jasmine was quite interested to meet people similar to her; the only other Pagans she knew were her parents and their siblings.

"Hey," Jasmine mumbled as she joined the circle.

"Hi" said an energetic girl. "What’s your name?"

"Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz."

"Cool. Is this your first time too?"

"My first time coming to this gathering? Yeah."

"Me too!’ said the girl. ‘I’m Amanda by the way."

Jasmine cast her eyes to the other people around the fire. Most of them were pretty quiet, staring awkwardly at each other. There were four boys, which looked a bit confused as to why they were there; and three other girls, quietly muttering and staring dreamily into the flames.

Amanda seemed to be the only one brave enough to make friends. Jasmine noticed that all the other girls were dressed similarly to her, all wearing simple cotton dresses. Not wanting to lose a potential friend, Jasmine sustained the conversation.

"Do you have any idea what’s happening here?" asked Jasmine.

"Nup, none of us do," replied Amanda. "My parents told me it was a secret."

"Mine too! It’s really weird…"

The two girls continued to talk about where they lived and went to school, relationships and other girly talk. After some time, the other youths around the fire began to disappear back to their families, bored of the aimless murmuring. The sun had sunk lower and Jasmine and Amanda were alone.

"I like your dress," commented Amanda.

"What do you mean? We’re both wearing the same clothes!" Jasmine laughed uncomfortably.

"No, what I mean is at least you can fill your dress; mine hangs off me like a sack."

Jasmine blushed at the compliment. "That’s not true, it’s not anything special."

"I’m serious!" Amanda said honestly. "I wish I had breasts like yours. I have only been blessed with these mosquito bites," Amanda said, tracing her fingers down her breasts to show off her planeness.

Jasmine giggled and slapped Amanda’s hand away from her chest, which led to a fit of laughter.

Jasmine couldn’t help but look down at her own chest in new light. Her breasts were nice, she agreed. They always seemed to catch the attention of boys at her school.

"Gather all!" A loud voice shouted from the centre of the crater, the voice resonating throughout the campsite. "Come, my friends! Come!"

People began to filter out from their tents and toward a giant bonfire in the middle of the campsite.

"I think we should go down there," said Amanda after recovering from her laughter.

"Yeah, okay…" Jasmine replied. "Let’s go see what this is all about."

The girls picked themselves up from the ground, dusted off their dresses and walked down towards the centre of the crater.

~~~ 
"Welcome all!" yelled a voice to quieten the crowd. "Welcome, to the Annual Pagan Gathering!"

Jasmine and Amanda stood at the front of the crowd of about two-hundred people who stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a circle around the bonfire. The speaker was a middle-aged man with a trimmed beard that reminded Jasmine of salt and pepper.

"We gather here for the next three days to celebrate one of the oldest Gods, the Goddess of Fertility!"

A loud cheer and a few whistles erupted from the crowd. Jasmine frowned and clapped her hands distractedly. What did it all mean? 

"So to begin our festivities, I call upon this year’s offering to the sacred Goddess of Fertility!"

A young woman came out of the crowd, turning heads with her large breasts, flaxen hair and suggestive aura. She walked up to the front of the crowd and stood next to the man who had just spoken.

A hush fell across the crowd as the woman began to recite a verse:

‘My vulva, the horn, 
The boat of Heaven, 
Is full of eagerness like the young moon. 
My untilled land lies fallow. 
As for me, Inanna, 
Who will plough my vulva? 
Who will plough my high field? 
Who will plough my wet ground? 
As for me, the young woman, 
Who will plough my vulva? 
Who will station the ox there?
Who will plough my vulva?’

The crowd applauded after she had finished the customary poem. Jasmine looked anxiously towards Amanda, who seemed somewhat frightened.

The man with the beard held out his hand, which the young woman took affectionately. He moved behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

‘Great Lady, the king will plough your vulva, 
I, Dumuzi the King, will plough your vulva.’ 

The crowd cheered and some of the men chuckled with approval as the speaker took hold of the woman’s dress and slid it down to her ankles. The woman blushed and stood in front of the crowd as naked as the day she was born. Her blonde hair cascaded down her spine and her breasts were full and plump. In between the woman’s legs was a small patch of light hair that was trimmed in a neat triangle, as if pointing down to greater riches. Jasmine eyed over the woman’s body in admiration. How could one be so beautiful?

‘Then plough my vulva, man of my heart,
Plough my vulva.’ 

Jasmine suddenly realised that this was a play, a form of entertainment that must be recited every year.

"What are the names of the characters?" Jasmine hissed to Amanda.

"I think the man is King Dumuzi and the woman is called Inanna."

As Dumuzi spoke, he began to undress himself so that he was as naked as his partner. Jasmine looked away in embarrassment; she had never seen a man naked before. A soft dragging noise made her look back toward the couple.

A wide mattress was being carried in from the side and was planted on the ground. The woman sat down and laid on her back, opening her legs wide, her hair spread out in a tangle.

‘My high priest is ready for the holy loins. 
My lord Dumuzi is ready for the holy loins. 
The plants and herbs in his field are ripe. 
O Dumuzi, Your fullness is my delight.’ 

Dumuzi knelt in front of Inanna and began to caress her navel and her thighs. He stroked his hands up and down her abdomen and across her labia. Inanna groaned in pleasure.

Jasmine couldn’t believe it. Was she actually expected to watch them root each other? She found it revolting, but something kept her from looking away. It was fascinating in its own weird way. Jasmine looked over to Dumuzi, captivated by the sight of her first cock, mesmerized by the way it erected itself.

Dumuzi’s cock was rigid and stiff after becoming excited by the stunning beauty that lay before him, beating with its own personal heartbeat. He positioned the head of his cock on Inanna’s labia, rubbing it across her slit and getting it lubricated with her juices.

Jasmine’s heart pounded in her chest. For some strange reason, watching two people fuck each other right in front of her made her extremely aroused. Jasmine felt a trickle of fluid seep out of her pussy and down her leg. She shuffled uncomfortably on the spot; she had never been turned on enough to get this wet before. Jasmine tried to ignore the pounding in her depths and concentrated on the play.

Dumuzi grabbed hold of Inanna’s hips with both hands and thrust his cock into her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy and gasped while reciting her lines, allowing him to fuck her with passion.

‘He shapes my loins with his fair hands,
The shepherd Dumuzi fills my lap with cream and milk. 
He lays his hands on my holy vulva, 
He quickens my narrow boat with milk. 
He caresses me on the bed.’ 

As Inanna wailed out her words in-between breaths, her breasts slapped against her chest and her back arched uncontrollably.

Her fingers grasped the back of Dumuzi and dug into his skin as she had an intense orgasm with two-hundred people to witness it.

Dumuzi thrust into her one last time and held his cock inside her as ropes of creamy cum erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting into Inanna’s vulva.

‘We rejoice together.
He took his pleasure of me.’ 

As the last line was said, the crowd burst into applause and cheered for the outstanding work of the actors. Jasmine joined in, absently touching her pussy through her dress which was still slick with her own juices.

The couple stood up and bowed to the crowd. Both of them were breathing heavily and Inanna had a small trickle of cum rolling down her thigh. When the crowd was quiet again, the man who played Dumuzi began to speak once again.

"I hope you all enjoyed that performance as much as I did!’ he said, earning a few laughs from the crowd. ‘But the night has barely begun! It is said that Dumuzi made love to the beautiful Inanna fifty times in one night! Obviously I can’t do it all myself, so it is up to us to perform this ritual fifty times between us all!"

The crowd cheered and clapped in approval. Jasmine frowned, not knowing what that meant for her.

"So men, choose your women and head off to bed for the rest if the evening! I bid you goodnight!" he said with a bow.

Jasmine grasped Amanda’s hand for support.

"I’m not ready to lose my virginity!" she said anxiously. "Where does it go? Will it fit? Does it hurt? Oh my God, I don’t know!"

"Shh, it will be okay," soothed Amanda. "You never know, it might be fun!"

Jasmine calmed down and took a few deep breaths. Amanda was right; there was nothing to be worried about. Every other Pagan girl had done the same as her, right?

As Jasmine stood there collecting herself, she felt a hand brush against her. She spun around and found herself looking at a very handsome shirtless boy.

Short curly hair framed his face, highlighting a pair of startling blue eyes that twinkled in the firelight. He had muscular arms and well set shoulders; she guessed he was about twenty years old.

"My name is Ryan," the boy said with the faintest hint of a grin, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I’m…Jasmine," she replied timidly.

Ryan rubbed his thumb over her shoulder, as if testing her, before gently trailing his hand down to grasp hers. Jasmine clutched his hand nervously and allowed him to lead her away from the crowd. As they got further away from the fire, the sound of dozens of women’s moans and the grunts of men echoed in the night. Jasmine looked back to Amanda for support, but she had already been taken by another man.

~~~ 
Jasmine had been led to the outskirts of the crater, just before the slope began to rise up the sides. In front of her was a spacious dome tent made of blue fabric.

"This is my tent," said Ryan, letting go of Jasmine’s hand to unzip the door.

Ryan held the door open and allowed Jasmine to step inside. She had to kneel down because it didn’t have much head space. Ryan came into the tent and zipped the door shut. Jasmine felt very alone.

"Jasmine, why do you look so nervous?" Ryan asked eventually. "Wait…how old are you?"

"I’m…I’m seventeen," stammered Jasmine.

‘Oh…I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise this was your first time. I’ll be gentle, okay?’

Jasmine chewed her lip and sub-consciously covered her pussy with one hand. Although she felt confronted about losing her virginity, she couldn’t help but admire Ryan. She loved the chiselled shape of his chest and his powerful arms.

"I…I’m so nervous," she managed to say. "I don’t know what to do."

‘Don’t worry; I felt exactly the same when I went to my first gathering. But you must be ploughed tonight; otherwise the Goddess of Fertility will never grant you children.’

Jasmine twirled a strand of hair, deep in thought. She had always wanted children, raising a strong boy was a major attraction to her. She wanted to raise a son one day, which meant she would have to get a hold of herself and allow Ryan to fuck her.

‘Okay,’ Jasmine said. She stopped twirling her hair and moistened her lips. ‘How do we begin?’

Ryan smiled. "Just…relax. Let me do the work. Lay back and enjoy."

Jasmine did as she was told and laid back flat on the floor. Ryan then rolled onto his stomach and propped his head up with his arms. He gently stroked the side of Jasmine’s face, feeling her softness and innocence.

Jasmine looked up and saw Ryan’s face above hers. She parted her lips and felt her lips meet with his. Jasmine exhaled and put her hands around Ryan’s head, pulling him in. She loved the way he felt against her and the male scent that filled her nostrils. She wanted to breathe him all in.

Jasmine felt Ryan’s tongue slide into her mouth, tracing along her teeth and tickling her gums; her tongue entwined with his in a slippery dance. It felt so good. She was in heaven. How could a kiss be this good?

Then Ryan broke the connection. Jasmine inhaled sharply at the abruptness of his actions.

"Let’s get this dress off you," she whispered.

Jasmine’s heart began to beat faster, partly because she was nervous, partly because she was excited.

Ryan grabbed the hem of Jasmine’s dress and slowly tugged it upwards. She felt as if she should be stopping him, but she was too intrigued to see what he would do.

Inch by inch, Ryan tugged Jasmine’s dress further upwards, exposing more of her female flesh to the world. She gasped slightly as the cool air breathed on her private parts. Jasmine felt the dress slide past her hips, she knew he could see her pussy and felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh by the Gods…you are stunning," Ryan said, staring at Jasmine’s pussy.

It was free of all hair and glistened in the dim light. Her clitoris was protruding in excitement. Jasmine thought he was going to touch her there, but he just continued to pull her dress further off her body.

Jasmine enjoyed the sensation of being undressed, Ryan’s fingers running up her side as he pulled the dress. She felt the dress bunch up in his hands, the fabric almost off her chest. Ryan reached the bottom of her breasts, and had to wiggle the cloth over them to get the dress off. Jasmine’s breasts popped out in succession, bouncing with elasticity.

"You truly are a fortunate girl to have breasts as lovely as those," marvelled Ryan, who had finally taken the dress off of Jasmine.

Jasmine was on her back, her legs parted slightly and her breasts sitting perfectly rounded like two plump mangoes on her chest.

"You really are the perfect woman," Ryan confessed.

Jasmine felt a lot less nervous now, comforted by his compliments and slow, gentle movements. Ryan ran his hand down her face, traveling south softly. He stroked his hand over her collarbone and onto her breast.

Jasmine inhaled sharply; no-one had touched her there before. Ryan’s hand stopped moving and gave Jasmine’s breast a small squeeze. He smiled and traced his fingertip around her nipple.

"Ohh…" Jasmine moaned. It wasn’t like an orgasm, but more of a strange type of tingling that she hadn’t felt before.

Ryan continued stroking Jasmine and ran his hand across her smooth stomach and down to her hairless abdomen. Jasmine felt her pussy quiver, he was getting close.

Ryan moved his hand over her groin and around in a curve, across her pussy and to her arse. He then repeated this motion; passing over Jasmine’s pussy with a flat palm in a gentle sweep.

"Oh yeah…that feels so good," Jasmine said, urging him to stimulate her further.

Then he stopped. Why must he always stop?!

"Are you ready to satisfy the Goddess of Fertility, Jasmine?" he said.

"Will it hurt?"

"I’ll be as gentle as I can."

"Okay…I’m ready," she said.

Ryan slid his trousers to his ankles and kicked them off. Just like Jasmine wasn’t wearing panties, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. It was only the second cock Jasmine had seen, and she was fascinated by it; it was even better up close.

Ryan’s cock was long with several bulging veins popping out. The whole shaft wobbled up and down each time his heart pulsed. At the tip was a purple mushroom-like head that was kind of shiny.

"Open your legs wider, Jazz," he instructed.

Jasmine did as he commanded and spread her legs apart. Ryan knelt in between her legs, his throbbing cock waiting impatiently in front of her pussy.

"You ready for me, Jasmine?" Ryan asked.

"Wait, hold on; aren’t you supposed to wear a condom?"

"No, the Gods forbid it. You cannot plough a field without fertilizer."

"But…but what if I get pregnant?" Jasmine stammered. "I’ve got school; I can’t have a baby in high school!"

"Don’t worry. The Goddess of Fertility will grant you a child when you are ready."

Jasmine nodded. "Yeah, I suppose. The Gods know best."

"Shh…relax. I will do all the work," Ryan crooned.

Jasmine calmed her body and readied herself. Ryan did as Dumuzi did and grabbed hold of her hips to steady her body. Jasmine stared at the ceiling of the tent, feeling a prodding at her most private area.

Jasmine felt Ryan’s purple head push very slowly into her pussy. It was thin at first, but gradually got thicker the further he thrust in.

"Uhh…" Jasmine groaned.

Jasmine liked to masturbate, but this sensation was entirely different to what her fingers could do. She felt her pussy stretch open to accommodate Ryan’s thick cock, wrapping around it like a bed sheet.

It was painful getting used to having such a large object in her pussy. Just when Jasmine thought it couldn’t get any more painful, she felt Ryan’s cock slide past her hymen; broadening it and tearing it in multiple places.

"Fuck, that stings!" she gasped.

"Sorry, do you want me to stop?"

"No, no; just keep going," Jasmine said hastily, her eyes squeezed shut from the pain.

Jasmine felt Ryan’s hammering cock push further into her, each throb pulsing against her pussy.

"Shit, Jasmine, you’re so tight," Ryan gasped, struggling to get his cock in the last inch.

Jasmine took a deep breath, and watched as Ryan’s scrotum came in contact with her pussy. He was all the way in, his cock filling her up, throbbing against her insides.

Jasmine was expecting the pain to be worse. There was a sort-of burn-like feel coming from her hymen, but it was more uncomfortable than painful.

Ryan then took his cock out of her pussy slowly until only the head remained inside. Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief, only to gasp when he pushed it back inside. Ryan repeated this motion over and over; one thrust in, back out again.

Jasmine winced every time his cock moved past her hymen, which was still really sore from being stretched and torn. She felt as if she should be doing something other than lie there like a corpse. So she stuck her legs in the air and wrapped them around the back of Ryan’s hips, very slightly pulling him in whenever he thrust.

After about five minutes of this slow and sluggish prodding, the pain began to die away from Jasmine’s hymen and she was getting used to the feeling of her pussy being stressed. It kind of felt good in a strange way.

"You can, um…go a bit faster if you want," Jasmine suggested innocently.

"You’re feeling better now, aren’t you?" Ryan asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, I am," Jasmine grinned.

"Well then, let me show you what real sex is like."

Ryan began to pump his hard cock into Jasmine’s pussy at a faster rate. Each thrust was rewarded by a short moan and a look of ecstasy of her face; her mouth shaped in a perfect ‘O’.

Ryan grabbed Jasmine’s hand and placed in on her clitoris, instructing her to make sure she came too. She placed two fingers on the little bud and massaged it in a circle.

The momentum of Ryan’s thrusts made his scrotum swing back and forth, slapping loudly against Jasmine’s pussy. Jasmine tightened her grip on Ryan with her legs as she wobbled and jerked, moaning about how good it felt.

Jasmine began to feel really good. Ryan’s cock now felt like it belonged there, not just some casual invader. She started to like the feeling of being dominated by a man, looking up into his eyes, him in control. She loved the way that his muscles rippled and how his cock throbbed. She loved sex.

Jasmine knew what an orgasm felt like; she was quite acquainted with them. So she knew that one wasn’t far off when her heart began to beat faster, her breaths came out in pants and her pussy began to tingle.

"Uhh…" Jasmine moaned.

Jasmine didn’t expect it when it hit her. Her orgasm was the most powerful thing she had ever experienced. Her eyes widened in shock, her pussy burning and quivering, her thighs cramping and her face flushing. She saw stars in front of her eyes and felt faint.

Ryan rammed his cock hard into her pussy one last time. Cum spurted out of his throbbing cock, spraying Jasmine’s insides with his seed. Jasmine felt the cum hit her, relishing the wetness and heat of it. She felt her heart die down back to normal and her pussy stopped contracting.

Ryan withdrew his cock from her shaking body, a small droplet of cum still clinging onto the tip. Both their bodies were glistening with sweat, their legs wet with sex.

Jasmine rubbed her hand over her breast, tweaking the nipple as she recovered from her overwhelming orgasm.

"So," she said. "That was sex."

Ryan smiled and gave her a kiss. "Yeah, did you like it?"

"I don’t know why people wait for marriage for it!"

They both chuckled and kissed each other in the dim light.

"You know," Ryan started. "We do have the whole night together…"

"What are you suggesting?" Jasmine said with a smirk on her lips.

"Well…Why not experiment some more? We have until the morning, which is still another eight hours away; and after that, two more days straight of celebration."

Ryan swooped down for another kiss, but was stopped by Jasmine’s hand. She stroked his chin and looked into his eyes.

"Well then," she whispered. "We better get started."

Authors Note: This story is based on the annual pagan gatherings in rural Victoria, Australia. Although some details of the rituals are historically correct, this story is not an accurate representation of modern Paganism.