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(FM, 1st, oral, supernatural, movie-parody) *** Author's Note: After I had finished posting my "The Miley Cyrus Sex Tape" story, I had wanted to do a Halloween-themed story next. I knew I didn't have time to write yesterday, but I figured that would give me time to come up with a story idea. Nothing came to me. I always loved Tim Burton's 1999 version of Sleepy Hollow. I have the movie tie-in novel which I've read many times. I had just took it down from one of my bookcases to read again. After I started it hit me to write a story based upon this version of Sleepy Hollow. The obvious choice came to me at first, but then I decided to write a story involving The Witch of The Western Woods. This should be fun, especially since we know so little about her after she saw The Hessian as a child and before Ichabod speaks to her in her cave in The Western Worlds. I hope you enjoy the story ~ G] *** Decades before Constable Icabod Crane ever left New York City, traveled North and set foot in Sleepy Hollow, there was a young man from Connecticut. He was of twenty-two years of age. He had just graduated College earlier in the year, and in early October received a letter from his grandfather to come spend some time with him in Upper State New York. His parents expected him to hire a horse and carriage to make the journey, but unbeknownst to them he decided to travel by foot. Ten years or so earlier, when his grandparents traveled down often to visit, his grandfather gave him a map he had made himself of the route between Connecticut and Upper State New York. The young man had treasured that map, and now intended to use it for his trip to visit his grandfather. He left immediately upon acquiring the supplies he'd need for such a trip. Fall had long set in, with the leaves already changing, still a sight to behold in October. The weather had cooled during September, but Indian Summer had set in. Nights were nice enough for camping out under the stars, which is what the young man planned to do. He had experience in such things, having camped out often growing up, with either his grandfather, father or both. And he was in great physical shape for the long trip ahead of him. All went well at first. He traversed well through Connecticut heading Northwest. Thing continued well as he crossed over into New York continuing North. But once he finally reached Upper State New York, where there were more wide open spaces, his journey grew trickier. The map no longer seemed to match the landscape and landmarks he was seeing. He was heading in the right general direction, though. He continued on despite his confusion. He'd come this far and truly wished to see his grandfather. The trip continued to be enjoyable otherwise, especially his nights under the stars. Somehow he completely missed the village of Sleepy Hollow, and ended up in a wooded area known to the locals as The Western Woods. He had spent many nights sleeping under the stars in different woods during his journey thus far, so this so be no different. But it was different. He could sense it somehow. He was a superstitious person. Neither were his parents. His grandfather on the other hand was somewhat superstitious. Even he had heard of The Western Woods and would not have been comfortable with the idea of his grandson in them. If he had come upon Sleepy Hollow first, he'd have heard about The Western Woods, would have been told the stories about them. Like the Hessian during the Revolutionary War. Or of The Witch that supposedly lived in the woods. Not that anyone went into The Western Woods themselves. The young man would have been warned to stay clear of the woods. Not that he would have listened. But what he sensed now would give him more pause if he had heard about The Western Woods. The first thing he noticed was there were no signs of life, nor any sounds of living creatures among the woods. It was as if they were dead. It was a good thing he had never come across the Tree of The Dead... Once he realized there didn't seem to be anything living in the woods, he also FELT something was very wrong in them. But he was an intelligent young man. He didn't let his feeling guide him. So he decided to continue on and spend the night in the woods. As night fell and he set up camp, he went about gathering branches for his nightly fire, not that he'd need it to ward off the wildlife. That was when he saw the light, and made his way towards it. He soon came upon a cave. It was a narrow opening among a rocky structure. The he light was coming from within. He dared to enter it, despite his feelings against it. He came upon a door, which was open. Inside was a large room, with tree roots hanging from the ceiling, and candles lit all about. On the other side of the room was a good-sized fire going, and in front of it sat a figure. It seemed to be veiled from head-to-toe, the veil dirtied by time. "Pardon my intrusion," He said. "I said the light coming from the cave, and was curious..." The figure rose, and turned. It was of feminine shape. And the voice that soon came from it was very feminine, soft and silky in nature. "It is no intrusion," She said, as she came towards him. "I have been expecting you." "You - you have?" He said in surprise, taking a step back. "You have come on a long journey," She said. "From a far off place, to visit someone very dear to you." "Y - yes..." He admitted. He wanted to ask her how she knew, but lost his nerve. "You received a letter from him," She continued. "He is a close relative. He wished to see you, spend time with you." Swallowing hard, the young man just nodded. "See? I know why you have come all this way. I told you I was expecting you," She said. Pulling the dirty veil from her body, she revealed herself to be a very attractive blonde woman, his age or possibly older. "You are not far from your destination." Her old, raggedy dress could not conceal her curve, large-breasted body. He had backed up to the door, and she reached passed him and slammed it shut, the bar of wood falling in place, locking it. His fear wasn't enough to override his body's desire upon seeing her beauty and body once the veil was gone, and his manhood quickly hardened. The Witch sensed this, and smiled. It was happening exactly as she hoped. She wasted no further time. She quickly removed her dress, baring naked body underneath. Her large breasts - possibly by magic - were high and firm, with light brown areolae, large and oval in shape. Her womanhood was matted with an unkempt patch of light brown curls, with a line of hair running up to the body of her navel. The young man swallowed hard again, his manhood throbbing uncontrollably. Of course he was a virgin, as was she. But she wished to fix that "unfortunate problem". She started to remove his clothes, and he seemed to have no power in him to resist. Where he came from, they knew not of witches and witchcraft, or he would certainty have said he was bewitched. Soon he was as naked as she, and she looked down at his manhood, pleased by its largeness and handsomeness. The Witch pushed him to the ground and dropped between his legs. He watched in shock and awe as she lowered her mouth and took his manhood into it! Such a thing was unheard of! He thought to himself. Removing her lips from his cock briefly she said with a mischievous smile "There are things in heaven and on earth man has not heard of but do exist." He gaped. "How did you...?" "The local people say I am a witch," She said, running her tongue around the large, mushroom-shaped head of his manhood. "And they would not be shocked to see me doing such a thing." Lowering her mouth back around his manhood, he marveled as she was able to take his full length into her mouth, feeling it go down her throat with ease! She rapidly moved her mouth up and down around his manhood, lips tightly locked around it. He groaned unavoidably. Having never experienced such an act in his life before, he was hardly able to last five minutes. His body spasmed, as his testicles tightened up and his manhood swelled up. He cried out as his seed exploded from him and into her waiting mouth! The Witch swallowed the rich, thick cream down eagerly, feeling her powers growing, as her connection to the young man. Rope after thick rope of his semen ejaculated out of him and down her throat as she swallowed rapidly. She felt the magically effect begin to flow through her. But she had to take things further before this could be complete. He spurt out thirteen or fourteen times before he was drained. This time at least. She continued to suck him, assuring he would remain erect. Finally she rose from his crotch and straddled his body. Reaching between them, the Witch grabbed his manhood and lowered herself on to it. It entered her nether regions. Without waiting further, she slammed her wet tight opening down around him, ravaging her virginity. The pain only made the Witch more powerful, as she rode hard up and down upon him. He gasped and groaned as he watched her violate him, unable to stop her. But he could not felt the pleasurable feelings she was giving him. Her large breasts shook as her body quivered, her eyes rolling back as the new sensations swept over her. It wasn't long before the Witch experienced her first orgasm, crying out loudly as her body thrashed violently. Each orgasm increased her magical powers and abilities, and she experienced many as she rode his manhood hard, each one more intense than the last. He was breathing heavy as she violated him, his body covered in sweat. But she was breathing normal, her body cool to the touch. She never flagged in her ability to coax his manhood closer and closer to the outcome she awaited. He lasted forty-five minutes. Then he cried out as his seed jetted up inside the Witch hard, triggering another orgasm within her. He spurt and spurt, another thirteen times or so. His manhood finally softened, slipping from her dark crevice. And he lost consciousness. Lowering her body against his, the Witch kissed him. "Thank you," She said, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. "You don't know how powerful you have now made me. When you wake, you'll dress then leave this cave. And once outside, you will slowly forget what happened and that you were ever here. And then you will..." The Witch said more, before she climbed off of him. Getting warm water from a cauldron, she poured it over his manhood, washing away all evidence of their sexual ritual. Then she left him. When he awoke, he dressed and left the cave, returning to his camp site where he went back to sleep. * In the morning, he realized he knew exactly where he was going, and before the end of the day he was at his grandfather's home. He never told a soul about what had happened. He couldn't have, he didn't remember it happening. Time passed. He married. They had a child. They decided to settle in a small village called Sleepy Hollow not far from where his grandfather had lived. If he had been to Sleepy Hollow at the time he met the Witch, he would have seen a woman there that was her twin. That woman later became of servant of the wife of the man. Her Family name was Archer. His was Van Tassel. Baltus Van Tassel. And Baltus spent the rest of his days in Sleepy Hollow, never remembering the events of that one night. 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