by Kart
As it was said scary stories today … but I chose an also disgusting one…
I will tell this story from a native friend I knew a long time ago, after I heard it, got nightmares….serious ones …
Clears his throat looking around with glaring eyes , searching dark corners …binding his loincloth tighter.
My friend once went to a far away corner of the jungle inside the mountains. The Shaman of his tribe gave him a task to look for a certain plant for medicine. He spent there a few weeks, in the really dense and dark jungle, full of night sounds of animals he never heard before. He got stings, bites , scratches and other injuries, but did well and found finally, after six weeks, the wished plants inside a dense network of cobwebs and collecting them.
No reason to stay there anymore in this stinky, and dark part of the forests, he walked to get fresh air again backwards.
After a few days he found a friendly tribe where he rested a few days, though he could not wait to get home to meet his wife after that long time again
During the night , thinking of his beloved wife , he rubbed his loins in awakening lust but felt a hard lump on his right testicle. His erection at once melted away like ice in the sun. He examined himself but felt nothing just the hard lump on his testicle… and no pain.
He was concerned and even during the night he visited the local shaman. An old experienced guy who at once started to examine his testicles and to his enormous relief, the growth was benign. Just a cluster of fatty deposits, it’d go away on its own in a few weeks, the old Shaman told him.
So he continues relieved his journey the next day , happy again to see his wife and finally he reached his home camp, where all from his family cheered to him and hugged him tight, of course most happy was his wife.
After bringing his Shaman the wished medical plants, he went home very fast to his welcoming wife.
In the pale moonlight, they both washed each others bodies. The lump that had caused so much stress to him a few days ago, had already started to dissipate and he and his wife began their love games.
Upper-front pinching, lower-front nibbling, lower-rear licking, mouth-to-mouth slobbering, and genitals-to-genitals docking. Ten thrusts later he already came inside her and he was wheezing as he was collapsing on top of her.
He rolled off her, panting like a chain-smoking Golden Retriever, it started to get itchy in a remarkably unpleasant spot. The tip of his dick felt like it was getting molested by a poison ivy plant and he started scratching and rubbing his itching testicles. His wife smiled and tried to help him giving him a hand. He hoped a good release would help him so he stayed calm and started even to enjoy it more and more.
As he finally came again the itching went away – for a second or two. Then it came back with a vengeance… not just on the tip, but all over the area. he gritted his teeth and leaned over to see what was happening in the moonlight.
Then he screamed… A sea of tiny, brown spiders swarmed over his penis, the front of his testicles, and he screamed again, squeezing himself crushing the tiny things in his fist and pulling them away
His wife , who’d leapt from the bed after his first shriek, saw what was happening and gasped. He looked at her crotch and almost passed out. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of the things were leaking out of her and cascading down her right thigh. She hadn’t noticed yet.
Pain now, not just itching, exploded from his urethra as another wave of the arachnids pushed themselves out of him; their journey no longer aided by the lubrication that had eased the passage of the first group.
His wife finally discovered her own condition screamed so loud, all neighbours running close. She reached in with her fingers and pulled globs of writhing baby spiders, still trapped in the sticky confines of what he’d left following his profoundly disappointing attempt at sexual intercourse.
Both were carried by their tribe to the river and washed at once in every fold and part of their body…. and finally brought to their shaman, while neighbours cleaned the hut of them.
And still even after years, they can found small cobwebs in their hut , reminding them on that night …
Years after he heard, that he searched for the medicine plant, in a lost valley where once the great goddess of Teotihuacan or spider woman lived…
In the light of the campfire he forms with his fingers a shadow of a crawling spider next to a rock and grins