Date: 8 Feb 2002 16:10:53 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Tangier 3 the witches coven (Adult Youth f /F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between young girls and women.  If this
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                      The Witches Coven
                             By
                            Jan


	After I saw my mother with the Zohoor I went home to
think about what I should do.  I felt it was wise to just let
Zohoor have her way without saying anything.

	The next day I went for my normal after school visit.
Zohoor told me that in the costumes of the old Egyptian Witch
there will be a gathering in the desert this Friday for an old
ceremony to bless the new leader of the coven.  She told me not
to worry about it she would get permission from my mother to
accompany her for this very important week end.

	She told me to meet her as soon as possible Friday and
we would be picked up by a couple of other witches for a trip
into the desert.  She left me to wonder what to expect.  When
Friday arrived mother had given me permission to go and saw
to it that I was dressed in a back haik common to the Moroccan
women in the area.

	I ran to Zohoor's home and knocked on the door of her
home over her store.  When she opened the door she was
dressed in the same haik costume that I had on.  She had tea
ready and we sat down to drink it while we waited for our ride
to arrive.  I asked her questions about what we were going to
see and do.

	Zohoor would only give me a little information about
what this night would hold for us.  She told me what I was
about to see was a ceremony handed down from the earliest
days in Egypt from witch to witch.  Nothing was ever written
down to prevent non believers from ever finding out what takes
place at these ceremonies.

	When I asked why she was taking me with her she told
me that because she had no girls of her own she had gotten
permission from the grand witch for me to act as her relative
even though I was not a gypsy.  I felt honored to be accepted as
her relative, knowing that it must have taken a great deal of
effort for her to get this dispensation.

	We were just washing our tea cups when we heard a car
drive into the alley next to her building.  We locked up the
house and went down the stairs to the waiting car.  It was a nice
Mercedes Benz limousine automobile.  As we approached the
car the back door opened.  It was dark and the windows were
blacked out.  She let me enter first and after she was in the car
we found our seats facing the back of the limo.  The woman in
a black haik closed the door and the car pulled out onto the road
and we headed in a direction I was guessing was southeast.

	With the window between the driver and the passenger
compartment closed I had no idea who was driving or how
many were in the front part of the car.  The three seats in the
back were filled with a total of six women and six teenaged
girls as far as I could tell.  It was a tight fit and some of the girls
were sitting on the laps of the women.  I figured it would be
wise to just sit on Zohoor's lap with out question.

	At least I was being comforted by Zohoor placing her
hand under my haik and stoking my pussy.  We passed through
a little village called Taforalt, because I recognized it.  As we
passed the town on a lonely road I saw the lights of other cars
behind us and guessed that there were cars in front of us.

	We were stopped about three kilometers from the village
for a security check. They wanted to be sure that only gypsy
women were at the gathering.  We had to park the car and when
I looked there had to be twenty-five to thirty cars and trucks
parked on the desert sand.

	We got out of the limo and followed the crowd across the
sand to an oasis.  I knew this was the Zegzel valley because I
had been here on a school outing.  We approached a waterfall
and found an entrance to a cave that was only large enough for
one person at a time to enter.  I had heard of the cave of the
pigeon but never seen it before.

	After we entered the cave it opened up into a large cavern
that was lit by flaming torches and oil lamps.  The floor of the
cave had been covered with Moroccan rugs.  We were told to
leave our sandals where we entered the main cave.

	The women gathered in small groups and talked among
themselves.  They were talking in several dialects.  I could
understand some of them but not all of them.  Zohoor had me
by the arm and we gravitated to a cluster of women that she
apparently knew.  She introduced me to the group of women in
her Berber tongue then switched to French.  The other women
introduced themselves and their neophyte's.  Zohoor told me
that all of the girls here were either direct descendants of the
women or were nieces.  All I could see of them was their eyes
and hands.

	They were all dark skinned and eyed.  The girl's eyes
looked as apprehensive as I felt.  I suspected that my eyes
showed just as much fear as theirs did.  We were moved along
by the press of the crowd to a row of table against the walls of
the cave.  There were punch bowls with metal cups on the
tables.  We all passed the cups around until we all had a cup full
of the punch.

	Zohoor made a toast and we all drank the punch.  All our
cups were filled again by what I assumed was a waitress.
Zohoor told me to sip the next cup and not drink any more.  I
was not sure why but did as she said.

	Suddenly it felt as if I felt numb.  The carpet under my
feet felt softer.  The air smelled sweeter.  My clothes felt as if
they weighed nothing at all.  I was not sure if I was drunk or
drugged.  The crowd was filtering around a stage set up in the
center of the cave.  It was three steps to the top of the platform
and there was an altar set up as the center piece of the stage.  It
was about knee high and covered in a cloth covered in
astrological signs.

	Three women walked up the steps and in turn recited a
prayer in three languages.  I understood enough of them to
know they were reciting the same prayer in two Arabic tongues
and that strange language Zohoor had used when I was making
love to her.

	Then a woman stepped out of the crowd and claimed the
stage.  She was an older woman almost as old as Zohoor.  I was
to learn that she was older than Zohoor by a couple of years
later.  She removed her veil and addressed the crowd.  She told
them that this was one of the most sacred nights in the life of a
gypsy witch.  All of the young girls that were to become a
member of the family were going to be blessed tonight.

	I looked at Zohoor and squeezed her and when she
looked at me I asked if that meant me too?  She nodded her
head in the affirmative.  She stepped behind me and held onto
my arms above the elbows.  She put her mouth near my ear to
tell me what was going on as it happened.

	Without a lot of detail what followed was her calling for
the virgin being brought before her to be prepared to be
blessed?

	Zohoor told me that the girl had been selected at birth for
this day.  She was the daughter of one of the high priestess from
France.  She was carried in a reclining position over the heads
of three women up to the altar and placed on it.  She was
stripped of her haik.  She looked like she was about thirteen or
fourteen years old.  She was a natural golden blonde and it
looked like her hair had never been cut.  Her skin was flawless.
Her nipples were pink little nubs on her budding breasts.  Her
hip bones were prominent and her mound was sparkly covered
with blonde pubic hair that did little to conceal her perfect little
crack.

	All three of the women removed their Haik's and stood
before the gathering and milked their breasts to demonstrate
that they were lactating by squirting milk out of their nipples.
Two of the women knelt on either side of her and began saying
a prayer load enough for everyone to hear then they took turns
giving her their breasts to suck on.  Then they each took one of
her nipples into their mouths and sucked on the girls little
nipples gently.  The third woman knelt between the girl's legs
and sang a prayer that floated through the chamber of the cave
before she squirted milk on the girl's pubis.  Then she knelt
down and kissed the little mound in front of her face.  The high
priestess removed her haik and revealed an amazingly well
preserved body.

	Zohoor told me she was more than 56-years old.  I would
have guessed that she was only 46-years old.  Her breasts were
cone shaped with large dark areolas and nipples the size of
grapes.  Her tummy was flat and she had a tattoo below her
navel of a zodiac sign.  Her pubis was covered by a thick black
mat of hair.

	She made a motion and three more women approached
her.  They sucked her nipples and one knelt before her and
kissed her pussy until she told them to stop.  When the women
moved away her pubic hair was parted down the middle and a
large clitoris was exposed.  She moved to the altar and
dismissed the other women that had prepared the girl.

	Zohoor had lifted the back of my haik and was stroking
my pussy with her fingers was we watched the spectacle.  I
looked around the cave and saw that I was not the only one
being stroked by my sponsor.

	The high priestess said a long prayer that called upon all
the sprits to bless the proceedings tonight.  Then she proceeded
to kiss the girl with all the ardor of a lover.  I saw that the high
priestess was virtually dripping wet as she approach the
postulate.


     She began to rub her wet pussy and clitoris all over the child
from head to toe.  She rolled her over and painted her back and
buttocks with her pungent juices.  When she was satisfied with
her work she turned the child over again.  The girl's bangs were
wet and sticking to her forehead.

  	The priestess lay on top of the girl so that her pussy was
pressed against the girl's pussy.  Then she ground her pubis into
the girl until the girl was moaning with lust.  Then she kissed
her way down the middle of her body until she was kneeling at
the foot of the altar.  She gently parted the legs of the girl and
opened her vagina and made her tongue into a point and
stabbed the hole.  The child showed signs of some discomfort.
She did not say a word.  The high priestess took her long
fingers and pushed them into the hole until she broke the hymen
of the girl.  Zohoor told me that all future high priestess's had
their flower removed by another high priestess.  I watched as
the high priestess knelt between her legs of the girl and drink
the thin watery virginal blood.  In turn each of the six attending
women knelt to lick up traces of the blood as the high priestess
snuggled with the girl and covered her face with wet kisses.

	When I looked around the women were stripping the girls
with them.  Every soon the cave was full of nude girls and
women, Zohoor and me too.

	Zohoor had removed my haik and pushed me up on to the
steps where I knelt in front of one of the priestess to receive her
blessing.  She pulled her finger out of her dripping pussy and
drew a pentagram on my forehead.  I was pushed out of the way
by women wanting their pledges to be blessed too.

	Zohoor pulled me to the back of the cave and laid me on
the carpet.  Zohoor settled down on top of me in a 69 position.
I looked around to see women mounting girls all over the place.
The priestess moved around the cave bestowing their blessings
on the couples by joining in with them.  She was making
copious amounts of juices and painting the bodies of the
women and girls with it.

	The head priestess came by and said to Zohoor, "Zohoor
honey I do approve of you neophyte, sister.  I was surprised to
learn that Zohoor was actually the sister of the high priestess.

	The high Priestess told me that the child that had been on
the altar had been selected at birth to be the high priestess of the
French coven.  She told me that she had been trained for the job
from birth.  She told me that she had been brought here to
sacrifice her virginity at our meeting before she assumed her
position in France.

	I looked at the altar to see, a very lovely women with
long blonde hair kissing every inch of the girl.  I was told that
this was the first time the girl had been touched.  The woman
was making up for lost time right now by making the child
come repeatedly with her mouth.

	She then told Zohoor that she would have to accelerate
my training.  I asked why she would say that.  She told me that
I had to make up the lost time for me not being a gypsy at birth
and that I would be moving to Canada soon.  I was surprised
that she was talking about my future as if it was a foregone
conclusion.

	Then she fed me a breast to stop me from asking
anymore questions.  Hours later Zohoor and I staggered out of
the cave with our haik's in hand.  We showered under the
waterfall because we were covered with the juices of the
priestess.  We dressed and got a bite to eat as we watched the
sky turn from black to pink in the east, then it turn blue.  Slowly
everyone came out of the cave and we gathered back at our cars
for the ride home.  It was a sleepy bunch of women and girls
that headed back to their home.  The cave had been returned to
it customary condition before the last vehicle left.  They didn't
leave any evidence behind that would give anyone a clue what
had taken place last night.

	On the way home I asked Zohoor if I was ready now for
Mom to join us.  Zohoor asked where I got that idea. I told her
about seeing them that night a week ago.  She hugged me and
said that the three of us would have to have a party soon. As we
got to her home and she sent me on my way home for the rest
of the weekend.


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