Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 22:11:51 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None 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. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com