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CHAPTER ELEVEN
BLACK MAGIC WOMAN
‘And we’re off!’ Ellen exclaimed in disgust, and flopped down on the couch sloshing a bit of her drink down her cleavage.
Bobbie Lee had seen her own reflection in the darkened living room window and had gotten spooked. Now she was freaking out all over the place, closing drapes and checking locks. She came flying out of the kitchen: ‘where are all the big knives, I know we have big knives, I saw them, where are they Ellen?’
The was just really getting the party started, the kids were downstairs playing guitars, and she had been feeling a strong lezzy vibe from Barbara, lezzy and eager to make a night of it, and now this.
‘There in the kitchen,’ she replied rolling her eyes. She had hidden them just after supper.
She looked over at Barbara who was sitting calmly on the arm of the couch wearing a sliver satiny looking dress that hugged her hips and then fell loose to her ankles. The top was open almost to her naval emphasizing her big heavy boobs that rolled freely and braless underneath the shimmering material like deep ocean swells.
They heard drawers and cupboards slamming and then Bobbie Lee came back out shouting angrily, ‘Ah cain’t find them. You need to get them Ellen, don’t you see that we are unarmed against the night? Don’t you see that we are helpless prey for any evil thing stalking the woods, man or beast?’
Bobbie Lee’s husband had been murdered about a year and a half ago, and it wasn’t clear from Bobbie Lee’s vague accounts, and Juliette’s occasional odd comment, what had actually happened down there in Cape Fear. She hadn’t paid much attention at the time. There had been other deaths as well, but she couldn’t remember how many there were or how they died. Truth was, she just didn’t care that much about other people, even her former lesbian lover.
Bobbie Lee was going on, ‘And honestly, you don’t have a gun? It’s okay if you’re hiding it from me, but please tell me that you have a gun.’
‘I don’t,’ she replied honestly. Her husband didn’t like guns, he was an ad man, not a hunter, and she had never felt the need for one. Finger Lakes was probably the safest place on earth these days as far as she was concerned. Boring sure, but very safe.
‘No, pistol or shotgun?’ She beat her arms against her thighs. She had on a square necked, blue and white polka dot dress that looked ten years out of date and only added to her appearance of being lost and dislocated. Frightened blue eyes over high cheekbones, and a sensuous, trembling mouth, made her very attractive, but what good was that if she couldn’t settle down for more than an hour at a time?
‘Nope,’ Ellen replied.
‘Not even a huntin rifle?’
‘Nada,’ she replied taking a big sip of whatever it was she was drinking, she couldn’t remember that either.
‘God damn it Ellen, don’t you see what danger we’re in. How can anyone live all alone in the middle of the wilderness and not have a gun? Are you crazy!?’
Her drink exploded out of her mouth as she doubled over with laughter, ‘Sure, I’m the crazy one!’ she choked out, and then started hacking and laughing so hard she was crying.
When she finally managed to sit up straight she noticed that Barbara had Bobbie Lee tightly by the waist, and was making her look at the window. ‘See, look, it’s me, and it’s you, just us,’ she squeezed her and kissed her on the cheek. ‘Nothing to be afraid of.’
Ellen watched Bobbie Lee’s white shoulders heave with a deep exhaled breath, somehow the zipper of her dress had slipped down all the way to her ass. ‘When did that happen,’ she wondered, ‘did Barbara do that?’
It looked like Barbara had her calmed down, but then she broke loose from her and yanked the cord that dropped the blinds. ‘Anyone could be out there lookin in at us, and we wouldn’t see them, they could be standing right there under the trees and we wouldn’t even know. What if one of them gets in here, then what are we going to do?’ She had turned to face both of them, pulling at her short blonde hair.
Barbara took her by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. ‘Then I’ll kill them,’ she growled. ‘I’ll blast them to cinders, and blow away the dust.’
That got a little laugh from Bobbie Lee, but she was still pulling at her hair, ‘How you gonna do that, you got some kinda super powers or somethin?’
‘I do,’ she replied. ‘I’m a witch.’
Well, Ellen thought, I guess that’s one way you could go.
Bobbie Lee stopped pulling her hair and put a hand on Barbara’s. ‘I did suspect you were,’ she replied.
Ellen let her head drop to hide her chuckles.
‘So it’s true?’ Bobbie Lee asked, relaxing a little and stepping closer to her.
‘The real thing, consecrated by a coven in New Mexico. I’ve done the ritual, every bit, I’ve joined with my sisters, drank the sacred blood, and kissed Satan’s ass,’ Barbara replied.
Ellen frowned. Holy shit, was she telling the truth? After all, there was something odd about her, that whole mother earth vibe.
Barbara had Bobbie Lee in a hug now, ‘I’m protected, and no harm can come to me or my friends from any evil thing.’
‘Can I be your sister?’ Bobbie Lee asked earnestly.
‘Of course you can, I would love that, we could even do it tonight, but first take this,’ a pill appeared in her hand as if by magic, at least that’s how it looked from where Ellen was sitting. ‘Then you should have a little nap, you’ll need to be strong to get through the ceremony.’
Bobbie Lee tossed the pill down her throat without hesitation and then threw her arms around Barbara’s neck.
‘Son of a bitch,’ Ellen said shaking her head in amazement and appreciation. She raised her glass in salute and finished it off as Barbara led the now docile Bobbie Lee down the hallway towards the bedrooms.
She stood up, swayed for a second, and then followed along, very curious to see how this was going to play out.
Barbara came out of the bedroom about five minutes later, and Ellen was waiting for her, leaning back against the wall, grinning. ‘This might be all right, getting Bobby Lee out of the way,’ she thought. Barbara seemed to be on the same page because she was grinning too, she came right in close, put an arm on the wall, her big boobs swaying so much they almost fell out of her dress. Ellen noticed for the first time that her jewelry was kinda hippie shit, big chunky stone and things.
‘I guess we’ve lost her for the night,’ Ellen said.
‘Give it about ten minutes, we’ll see,’ Barbara replied.
‘You’re not a real doctor are you?’ she asked, the thought just striking her, ‘a shrink or something?’ She had her hands behind her back, and her pelvis thrust out.
‘More of a pharmacist.’
‘Really?’
‘Unlicensed,’ she said with a big smile, and her very sexy, deep chuckle.
That sound was so low it seemed to come right up from her boobs. Ellen found herself staring at them right now, and as she did they began to grow in all directions, at least a foot, and her nipples punched out an good four inches. She shook her head, and wondered which one of the things Barbara had given her tonight was making that happened. She didn’t know, in fact she couldn’t even begin to count the number of different things she’d ingested since their first pre-meal cocktails. Not a lot of food anyway. ‘Moth-er-fucker,’ she swore
‘I do that too,’ Barbara said, and leaned in for a long, soft kiss, her tongue just playing lightly at the entrance of Ellen’s lips, where it was met by her own. Barbara’s free hand came up from her waist to the side of her boob, crushing it inwards. She withdrew her mouth but stayed close. ‘And I am a witch.’
‘Fuck off,’ Ellen replied automatically. ‘You did all that shit?’
‘Naked dancing, ritual orgies, fucked on a slab while naked women in crimson hoods stood around and chanted. Kissed Satan’s hairy ass, a
ll of it.’
‘Fuck off,’ Ellen repeated a little less confidently.
‘Well in a movie,’ Barbara replied and there was that throaty chuckle again and the wicked, knowing eyes. ”Slaves of Satan,’ nineteen-sixty-seven, you might be able to catch it on a late, late, show, but it would probably only be about eighteen minutes long after they cut out all of the nudity.’
‘No doubt you were the featured attraction,’ Ellen replied, deploying her own wicked smile while running her fingers along the edge of Barbara’s dress slipping them inside, feeling the soft yielding boobs.
‘It was the last time I was in front of the camera,’ she replied pushing her hand through the open side of Ellen’s halter dress until her thumb found a nipple.
‘What a shame to go so long without being exposed,’ Ellen replied and pushed open Barbara’s dress until it hooked onto the other side of her tit giving her free play with that wonderful, full mound.
‘I did all my best work off camera anyway,’ Barbara replied and turned full on to her, pushed her flat against the wall and drove her tongue all the way into her eager mouth. Their tongues lapped at each other, tangling, exploring. She pushed the other side of Barbara’s dress open and groped both her big tits. Barbara in turn deftly untied her halter and pushed it down over her unimpressive breasts, down her flat stomach until it caught on her narrow hips. She felt the glorious touch of hot flesh on hot flesh as they ground together.
Again it was Barbara who broke the kiss. She leaned back a little so she could run her manly hands over Ellen’s taught nipples and down her flat belly, making her gasp. She was proud of her body, her tits were less than a handful, but they were full and even, and being small, had sagged hardly at all. She was lean and boyish, she knew that, some men liked that, and some women too.
‘It’s not a bad idea you know,’ Barbara said, as she stroked gently, ‘making Bobbie Lee a witch.’
Ellen let out a deep breath. ‘Hhhhhumm?’ she replied wondering why they were still talking about Bobbie Lee.
‘It’ll give her confidence, settle her down, I bet it’ll work better than drugs.’
‘Well, sure, we all want Bobbie Lee to settle down.’
‘We could do it tonight. No moon, a nice fresh breeze to keep the bugs away, and that gazebo you have overlooking the water would be the perfect setting. I have everything we need in my bag.’
Ellen’s mind was pretty fuzzy, but it cleared a little when she heard that. ‘Why would you bring shit like that to a dinner party,’ she wondered. Then she remembered the things Barbara had said about the ritual, and that put everything else out of her mind. ‘Lots of nudity and indecent debauchery, right?’ she asked.
‘More than you can imagine, all theatre of course.’
‘Hard core theatre.’
‘Oh ya.’
‘What about the kids?’
‘Tommy’s got his hands on an electric guitar, he likes playing with that more than he likes playing with his own dick. And you know none of the girls are going to stray very far from him.’
Just then Bobbie Lee emerged from the room, looking fresh, in a whorish sort of way. Her hair was wild, and her eyes were painted dark like a raccoon’s, but her cheeks were bright, her chin was up, and she had a confident smile from ear to ear.
‘Come, Oh mistress of the night, make me your sister, and give me the powers of hell!’ she cried dramatically and then strode, skipped and trotted down the hall. She was naked except for her heels and a sheer wrap that flowed behind her like wings.
Barbara pushed Ellen’s dress down past her hips, past her little panties and right down to the floor. ‘I say we get naked and go fuck the shit out of her?’ she said.
‘I’m in,’ Ellen replied and yanked Barbara’s dress down over her shoulders letting it fall to her broad hips.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SOME FREAKY SHIT
It was dark under the roof of the gazebo, but there was a big spot of light, from a flashlight or something that lit up the action. It took a minute for Julliette to figure out what was going on because she’d never seen anything like it before. Her momma appeared to be hanging from the rafters, back up against a pole with her legs thrown over the shoulders, and her pussy in the face of…that must be Jamie’s mom, and there was Christina’s mom just off to the side, ya, with her fingers in her twat, no doubt about it.
It was definitely her momma getting eaten out, she would know those loud, dramatic, moans anywhere. ‘Yess, yess, take me mistress, eat me, devour me! Ahhhhhh, don’t stop, oh god don’t stop!’ She was bucking like crazy, thrashing with her hips, but Jamie’s mom was real solid. She squatted there and just kept licking and licking.
‘Man, she’s such a slut,’ Julliette said, she didn’t even try to whisper, the moms were making so much noise, there was no way they would hear her even though she was only about ten feet away.
‘Who?’ Jamie asked. She was standing beside her with her arm around her waist, almost on her butt.
‘My momma,’ she replied still watching, she had her arm around Jamie’s waist too.
‘Mine’s not exactly Mary Poppins, from what I can see,’ Jamie replied and they both giggled.
‘At least she’s quiet.’
‘That’s because her mouth’s full.’
They both giggled again and she turned towards the older girl. She had gone out into the night in a sour mood after watching, forever, as Tommy and Christina played their stupid guitars and practically ignored everyone else. She had been so fed up that she forgot her fear of the dark at least until she’d taken a few steps from the backdoor. She turned to flee back inside when Jamie came up behind her and put a comforting arm around her. ‘What a couple of jerks,’ she said.
Then they had heard something that sounded like chanting, and, well moaning and groaning, and Jamie started towards it, not afraid at all. Juliette had hesitated, but Jamie took her hand. ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘The old broads are up to some freaky shit, man we gotta see this.’
Tommy had asked her to be nice to Jamie, and that was okay, because Jamie was being nice to her, nicer even than Tommy tonight. She liked her more now that she knew her better, she didn’t seem so jealous, and she was brave. It was like she wasn’t afraid of anything, like she could handle herself, and that made Julliette feel safe, well safer anyway. If she could be with Jamie and Tommy together, then she was sure that she would really feel safe.
‘Now what’re they doin?’ she asked.
Jamie’s mom had let her momma down, she must’ve just been holding on to the rafter and not tied. She was complaining and begging because she didn’t come, but it was like Jamie’s mom was in charge and she told her to get up on the small table, like a picnic table in the middle of the gazebo. Her momma just did what she was told and lay there on her back with her knees up and her legs spread wide open, like a big ol’ slut.
Now Christina’s mom was on top of her, and was like fucking her, but she didn’t have a cock, so what was the point? But then her momma started moaning and thrashing and crying out, ‘Fuck me sister, fuck this devil child,’ and other crazy shit, and she started to get worried. Fuck it, if her momma went off the deep end again, swear to god she was going to run as far away from her as she could and never look back.
Jamie’s mom had something and she was getting under Christina’s mom’s ass and shoving it in and out of her momma’s cunt, and that was what was making her go so wild. She was saying freaky words that didn’t even sound like English. ‘What the hell are they doin?’ she almost shouted and turned to run back to the house, but Jamie caught her by the shoulders.
‘It’ from a movie, it’s just play acting shit.’
‘What?’
‘Their acting out a scene from ‘Slaves of Satan’, I know, hell, I wrote the damn scene myself when I was fourteen, uncredited of course.’<
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‘Really, you wrote that?’
‘Sure, come on,’ Jamie led her to the side and a little closer so they could get a better view from through the wide gazebo door. ‘Ya, watch this,’ Jamie said, now dropping her voice to a whisper and working her hand into the back of Juliette’s shorts. ‘My mom’s gonna come around and sit on your mom’s face.’
‘No way, man,’ Juliette replied. She felt Jamie’s hand slipping down, pushing her shorts, straining the button at the front, and that was okay, she even leaned into the taller girl a little to give her a better angle. Sure enough, Jamie’s mom came around, climbed up on the table and sat on her momma’s face, and just started grinding away. ‘Holy shit!’ Juliette hissed.
‘I hope not,’ Jamie replied and they both started laughing so hard, that they dropped to the ground, trying to cover each other’s mouths. And then they were kissing, Jamie was on top of her, and her cute mouth was on hers, her tongue darting in and out, and it felt good. She kept her tongue out of the way and just sorta let Jamie do what she wanted, like she was the boy. She just let her fuck her mouth with her tongue, and couldn’t help moaning a little, because it felt so good. One of Jamie’s hot hands was up under her top, and under her thin bra rubbing her, flicking at her nipple, and she had both hands on Jamie’s really tight ass, tight just like Tommy’s. She thought again how they could almost be brother and sister, and how this was like Tommy fucking her.
Pretty soon she was so wet and horny that she didn’t care who was fucking her, she just wanted to be fucked, to be used, wanted. She didn’t care about anything anymore, didn’t even stop Jamie when she undid her short shorts and pulled them and her panties all the way down to her ankles leaving her dripping bare ass on the cold grass. Jamie had her blouse right off and her bra was pushed up over her beautiful, perfect tits, and then she unzipped and whipped her slacks and panties right off! Right there, not more than few feet from where their mothers were humping and groaning and carrying on even worse than them.
Jamie seemed totally outta control, she was all over her, pressing her hot flesh against her, rubbing their pussies together, kissing her mouth, kissing her neck, her tits. She forced Juliette’s legs as far apart as they would go with her shorts down around her ankles and shoved first one, and then two fingers up her wet snatch and finger fucked her, leaning down so Juliette could get one of her hanging tits in her mouth. She came just like that, thrusting her hips up against Jamie’s fingers and sucking at her tit. Jamie put a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans of ecstasy, and held it there as she slowly subsided, then she removed her and hand, lowered her face and said ‘Holly shit, eh?’
And Juliette just said, without thinking, ‘Ah hope not.’ It was probably the funniest thing she ever said, and then Jamie was back on top of her while their chests heaved with laughter and tears streamed down their faces. Jamie kissed her again, this time long and gentle and then rolled off of her.
‘Wow, that was fucking wild, man, I took all my clothes right fucking off! Where’s my bra?’
Julliette pointed and tried to not start laughing again. ‘Oh fuck,’ Jamie said. It was wrapped around her neck. She struggled back into it while Julliette reached down and pulled her panties and shorts up over her uncomfortably wet pussy and ass, straightened her own bra and zipped her top back up to her neck. All of a sudden she was feeling the cold. ‘Let’s go,’ she hissed.
Jamie helped her to her feet, and they headed for the back door, not even bothering to look back to see what the crazy old bitches were doing now.
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