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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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