Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 22:11:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spider Web (lesbian\adult youth, oral F/Ff)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women
and a teenager.  If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                     Spider web
                        By
                       Jan

	My name is Janice.  When I graduated from
journalism school at the University of Georgia I
spread my resume all over the south hoping to land a
job with a newspaper or a television news
department.  As you can guess I got a lot of
rejection letters.  I was crushed for weeks.  Every
time I checked my mail there was nothing but
rejections, if they bothered to respond at all.

	One evening I happened to pass a Palmist
establishment that advertised that Madam Sonia
read palms, Tarot Cards and astrological readings.  I
didn't really believe in such things but thought 'What
the hell.'  When I entered I was almost amused by
the cheap staging to make the old rundown house
look like a gypsy establishment.  When I had opened
the door, a bell rang that was hanging above the
door.  An older woman of indeterminate age with a
weathered face parted the strings of glass beads
across the door in the back of the room.  She looked
like a character from a Hollywood movie.

	She greeted me and asked me if I was looking
for an astrological reading, palm reading or for a
card reading.  I asked if she would give me a card
reading.  She moved to a small round table covered
with a thick velvet table cloth.  She sat down in a
wooden chair facing the door and motioned for me
to sit in the opposite chair.  She picked up the large
Tarot cards and shuffled them.  She placed them on
the table and asked me to cut the cards.

	She placed the cards face up and started
telling me what she saw.  She said, "I see that you
are frustrated and looking for a job
in...communications.  You will soon find employment
with a small enterprise.  Wait, I have to warn you to
watch out for a spider's web!"

	I tried to press her for the meaning of the
spider's web, but she simply said that the cards don't
tell everything.  She offered to do and astrological
reading for an extra charge.  I figured she was
stringing me on for more money.  I paid her and
made an exit.  I dismissed the warning almost as
fast as I left the building.  I did not suffer from
acrophobia at all.

	A couple of days later I got a letter offering
me a job for a small town newspaper.  I was very
excited about the prospect of living my lifelong
dream.  I was sure as soon as my byline was out
there that I would be offered jobs.

	When I interviewed for the job, it turned out
to be for the human interest desk.  I was going to
write about the local bake sales, Cub Scout outings
and cooking recipes.  I was disappointed.  I was a
22-year-old and had ambitions to become a
commentator for a major network television news
department.  I was thinking about being Barbra
Walters before I was 30.  Now I was looking at
growing old in a small town.

	I had been working there for a few months
when the editor thought he would play a joke on me.
He told me that there might be a story out there if
I wanted to look into it.  I jumped at the chance to
do some investigating in the field.  My enthusiasm
was dampened when he told me that there were
rumors about a witch living on the edge of the
Okefenokee Swamp.  He gave me an address and
sent me off with a smirk on his face.

	I hated the fact that I had to use my own car
and have to submit a voucher for mileage
afterwards.  I drove to the town and relied on my
Ground Positioning Satellites (GPS) to find the
address.  As I drove down the dirt road I was
beginning to doubt my GPS.  I had not seen a house
for miles.  I was beginning to think that I was going
to drive into the swamp at any minute.  The trees
were getting thicker.  The brush was scrapping the
sides of my car.  I assumed that there was not a lot
of traffic on this road.  I was cussing my boss for
playing a practical joke on me.  Just when I was
about to give up and turn around as soon as I came
to a place where I could turn around, I came to an
opening and there was a house in the middle of the
clearing.  The GPS read Destination in 500 feet on
your left.

	I pulled up in front of the building and turned
off the engine.  I sat there studying the old rundown
building.  It was out of place in this location.  It
might have been a plantation estate at one time but
the swamp had reclaimed the derelict building.  I
gathered up my tape recorder and digital camera
along with my notebook.  As I opened the car door I
saw a woman come out of the house onto the wide
wooden porch.

	As I approached the porch she greeted me
with her sweet southern drawl.  She invited me in
for tea like I was an old friend even though we had
never met before.  I had arrived with a preconceived
impression that I was about to meet and old crone
of a woman with bad teeth and beady eyes.  Boy, was
I wrong.

	The woman that greeted me was a tall woman,
very sensual looking about 40-years-old.  She had
long flowing brown hair that hung well below her
waist.  She had on an almost transparent dress that
showed off her ample breasts.  As she moved and
the dress clung to her body I was able to make out
her black silk panties with something that looked
silvery on them.  She was barefooted.  Her skin was
a dark hue that hinted that she was from Latin
descent; possibly Spanish, Mexican or even from a
place like Morocco.  I could imagine that men would
be attracted to her.  Hell, I found her very
attractive.

	I found it difficult to explain why I was there.
I could not picture her as a witch.  I finally told her
the name of the news paper I worked for.  I
apologized to her for intruding on her.  "I feel that
my editor played a practical joke on me.  He sent me
out here to interview a witch."

	The woman bent over to pour a couple of tall
glasses of iced tea on the coffee table.  She flashed
me a big toothy smile.  "Honey, my name is Garbine
and I happen to be a witch."

	That took me back a minute.  I had not been
prepared for her to admit to being a witch.  I
fumbled for something to say.  She saw how
uncomfortable I was and said, "Honey, don't worry
about it.  Why don't we just sit down and discuss
what it means to be a witch.  The conversation was
very casual as she assured me that witches were not
the old ogres depicted in Hollywood movies.

	I began to feel comfortable and relaxed as I
sipped the cool mint flavored tea.  The humid heat
was enough to make a stone sweat.  The air was
thick with the smell of tropical flowers and rotting
vegetation.  While she was sitting on the couch next
to me, she was turned three-quarters towards me
with several buttons on the bottom of her dress
unbuttoned and she was sitting on one of her
crossed legs.  The exposed leg was a beautiful sight.
I could not say if I was sweating from the heat or
the sight of her legs.

	At that moment a girl entered the room from
the back of the house.  I would guess her age to be
somewhere between 12 and 14-years-old.  Garbine
introduced the young girl as her 13-year-old niece.
The girl deliberately sat down in a big overstuffed
chair facing the couch.  She was dressed in a very
short dress, so when she casually flung her right leg
over the arm of the chair, she exposed her white
panties.  I saw what looked like silver threads
running through the material of her panties.  Her
pose looked absolutely lewd.  I expected her to
casually reach between her legs and start
masturbating any moment.  The girl locked eyes with
me and never flinched.  I thought she was going to
pucker up her lips and blow me a kiss.

	I was so flustered that I could feel the sweat
dripping down the sides of my face and I felt sweat
running down the middle of my back to be absorbed
by the elastic of my bra.  I was becoming acutely
aware that my clothes were becoming soaking wet.
The humid air was thick with the smell of flowers
and rotting vegetation.  I felt like the smell of my
body was overpowering the perfume I was wearing.

	I was having difficulty concentrating on my
conversation with Garbine in the presence of that
saucy younger version of her aunt.  As much as I
tried to continue asking questions I could not take
my eyes off of the girl.  Her burning eyes looked like
they were undressing me.  When I turned my gaze
back to the witch it looked as if her nipples were
going to poke right through her dress.  It was as if
they were moving closer to me as we talked.

	Garbine said, "My niece wants to become a
witch but she is a bad girl.  Felicia keeps getting into
trouble.  She seduced her babysitter before she was
old enough to go to school.  She has been expelled
from school several times for seducing her
classmates.  Her latest conquest was a newly
married young woman.  She barely escaped when the
young woman's husband came home from work early
and found his wife with her head buried between
Felicia's legs.  He would have beat Felicia to death if
he had not attacked his wife first.  Felicia escaped
without her trademark panties.  Felicia casually
started caressing herself.  She placed the palm of
her hand on the crotch of her panties.

	I was torn between looking at the girl playing
with herself, listening to the stories or looking at
those magnificent breasts with the obvious large
areolas and large nipples.  I was not aware that I
was starting to hyperventilate; my heart was beating
fast until I felt light headed.  I was so fascinated
with the sight of the girl masturbating that I had
not noticed that Garbine had moved close until she
whispered in my ear.  "She turns you on, doesn't
she?"

	As Garbine reached across the space to grab
Felicia's small breast her own soft tit brushed
against my arm.  I watched in fascination as the
woman kneaded her niece's tit.  "You want to lick her
pussy, don't you?"

	"No, no!" I blurted out too quickly to be
convincing.  I wanted to run away but could not
move.  The witch placed her hand on my thigh and I
felt the dampness of my panties.  Garbine placed her
hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards
until I was lying down with my head resting on the
arm of the couch.  I felt powerless to move as she
sat down on my lap.  As she worked her way up my
body until she was sitting on my belly.  Her black
panties were on full display.  I was looking right at
the crotch of the panties and made out for the first
time what the silver threads were.  There was a
silver spider on a silver web on the crotch of her
panties.  I could not help remembering the warning
of the old crone that had read the Tarot cards for
me.

	Meanwhile the 13-year-old niece had moved
from her chair and was kneeling between my legs.
She pulled my skirt up and placed her small hand on
my pink wet panties.  She slipped her hand into my
panties.

	Garbine said in a deep husky voice, "Soon you
will belong to us!"  With those words the witch
moved forward some more and sat on my face with
her golden brown thighs on either side of my head.
My nose was pressed against the warmth of her
black panties.  The spider was all I could see as I
inhaled the rich aroma of her womanhood.  It was as
if that silver spider's web was covering my head.

	"You will be devoured by my young niece now!"

	With those words Felicia pulled aside my
panties and invaded my pussy with her tongue.  As
her tongue licked my clit I could only moan into the
damp material of Garbine's panties.  I could feel the
tangle of pubic hairs under the material.  I tried to
protest by saying, "Oh no..." but it was only an
unintelligible mumble.

	Garbine lifted up just enough to pull aside her
panties.  I was looking at her pussy.  There was dark
hair all around her vulva and her dark labia were
flabby strips of flesh that opened to reveal her pink
clit and vagina.  As she sat back down on my face
the labia parted like a gas mask over my nose and
mouth.  I was being smothered by moist flesh.  I
could not resist sticking my tongue into her pussy
the same way her niece was doing to me.  I was
gasping for air at the same time I was doing
everything I could do to please the witch sitting on
my face.

	Garbine suddenly ground her cunt into my face
so hard that I thought for sure that I would
suffocate.  I didn't care if I died right then and
there.  My mouth was flooded with slimy nectar that
choked my throat and filled my nose.  When she was
finished climaxing she sat back on my breasts,
allowing me to breathe.

	It was only at that point that I became aware
that Felicia was bringing me to a climax but for
some reason I could not get past that last point.  I
was almost in pain for the want of a climax.  Felicia's
mouth was glued to my wet pussy and must have felt
that I was close to climaxing but my body was
resisting.  At that point Felicia sucked hard on my
cunt while she stuck her right index finger up my
asshole.  That did it!  I climaxed with a rush of cum
of my own.  Felicia was shaking her head from side
to side as she lapped up the cum flowing from my
cunt.

	When the two of them dismounted I felt a
slight cool breeze sweep over my body and heard the
chirp of crickets and the deep throated belch of
frogs.  It was dark and the room was only lit by the
moonlight coming in through the open door and
windows.  When the moon moved past trees or clouds
it would get darker.

	Garbine stood over me and said, "Why don't you
take off your clothes and stay for dinner?"

	I fumbled for a response but was unable to
utter a word.  Felicia's face was framed by her damp
dark hair as she pulled her tight little cotton dress
over her head.  I was looking right at her white
panties and saw that the silver threads formed a
spider's web too.  As she rolled down her panties I
saw that her pubic garden barely covered her little
vulva.  She looked so sexy with her long hair and
longer legs.  At that moment I wanted to taste her
pussy more than anything.

	Garbine must have understood the desire on my
face.  She pulled those magnificent tits over the top
of her tight bodice.  They were as round as
cantaloupes with large areolas that were as dark as
chocolate the thick nipples were as large as 'Even-
Flow' baby bottles.  I could not believe how much I
wanted to suck on them.  She lifted up her skirt and
tucked the back and front into the belt around her
waist.  Then she rolled down her black panties.
Without panties on I saw for the first time that
just above her pubic hair was a tattoo of a black
widow spider crawling out of her hair.  I was
mesmerized by the sight of the sexist woman I had
ever met.

	Any thought of a story had vanished from my
mind.  I was theirs to do with as they wished.  I
spent the night sucking on their tits until they
complained that their tits were sore.  I sucked their
pussies as if I had been doing it all of my life.  When
Garbine turned her back to me and bent over at the
waist I didn't hesitate to lick her asshole and stick
my nose in the dark opening.

	Felicia offered her own butt to me to receive
the same attention.  As the sun heated up the room
the next morning I was so exhausted that I fell
asleep on the floor.  When I woke up during the
afternoon heat I found that I was naked and my
pubic hair had been shaved off and a spider had
been tattooed like it was crawling into my pussy.

	I found a manuscript of a story about
witchcraft lying beside me.  There was a 'Post-it
note on it that simply read, "Write your story and
come back again."  I got dressed and looked through
the house but there was no sign that the house had
been occupied in years.  When I made my way to my
car I wondered if any of it had been true.  As I
turned the car around and was leaving I looked in
the rear view mirror and could have sworn I saw a
naked woman and girl standing in the doorway.

	T he only proof of what had happened was the
manuscript written in my style and the tattoo that
was itching in my panties.

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