The Fraternal Spider Triplets of Webville
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Halloween Night

Herbert adored his innumerable nieces, nephews, and godchildren. Grinning, he stood proudly at the helm of his costume-clad, bag-toting brood as it came to a halt.

Ring!

Spotting the children, Matilda Black muted Ravel's "Bolero".

Herbert inquired, "Trick-or-treat?"

"It's our turn!" bawled several children.

Self-absorbed, Herbert stepped forward and groped Matilda with all his arms.

Matilda snatched a goodie from her cauldron and popped it into his mouth.

"Licorice-peppermint! Yummy!"

The tykes watched, horrified, as Herbert's arms fell off one by one.

"Serves you right, not putting the kids first," spouted the Widow Black.

The youngsters fled, clutching their arms.

Inside, Ravel's "Bolero" simmered.

Ring!

Matilda posed, sporting stilettos, seamed stockings, lacy garter belt, and diamond-studded tiara. Herman gaped, salivating.

"Bolero" crescendoed. Matilda suggestively sauntered into her boudoir. Mesmerized, Herman followed, tripped, and fell. He lay supine, anxiously anticipating.

Synchronized with "Bolero's" increasing tempo, Matilda flaunted her Rockette-style kicks. Herman unwittingly rose to attention. She straddled him, knelt, and thrust her hips, impaling his lust.

"Oooo-la-la! Killer legs!" Herman squealed.

"Bolero" climaxing, the Widow Black said, "Sex and dinner. Pure ecstasy." She voraciously cocooned him in silk.

"Sweet agony. Must have been 'trick-fore-eat'," groaned Herman, trapped against Matilda's throbbing torso.

Matilda Black, encircled by thirteen prone, stuporous male guests, danced provocatively.

Herschel peered through the window. Focusing on Matilda, his heart raced. He overpowered "Bolero" with an edgy harmonica Blues tune.

Matilda's visitors, regaining consciousness, turned raucous.

The door swung open. Matilda wobbled angrily, three stilettos intact, stockings twisted, tiara bent.

"Where are the midnight improvisations?" Herschel asked.

"You jackass! Midnight incantations. Your so-called music cancelled my spell on my gentlemen callers. I'll fix you!" shouted Matilda Black.

Herschel, gulping involuntarily, touched the lump in his throat.

"So, this is why Bluesmen also call it 'a mouth organ'!" warbled Herschel.

© 2004 Julie Mark Cohen