The Man Spell 4


THE MAN SPELL 4

It’s not every day I get to kick back in a nice hot cauldron and indulge in bubble bath delight. Today was special though, because it was my birthday, and if a witch can’t indulge herself then, when can she, eh?

So here I lie, soaking in steamy witch hazel and Aloe Vera, and I was just reminiscing over the past year and thinking about all the sexy highlights since my last birthday.

What? You want to know how many candles there’ll be this year? Well really, a lady would never tell. But I can tell you about this morning and my special encounter with a super hot chappy. Oooh, just thinking about it makes my toes curl to the shape of my bendy witch booties.

Franny Chair

There I was, a little sad to be honest, because when I woke up there were no birthday cards on the welcome mat. I mean, after all the love I’d given this year, I felt a bit neglected. Still, I’m not one to be down for long, so I made a nice brew and sat at the kitchen window, gazing along the path, when the postman came driving along in his little van. Since mine is the only house for miles I guessed he was coming for me.

Joe, my postman, must be all of seventy-four. I mean really, do these dudes ever retire? But my eyes sparkled when I saw him carry a sack-full of envelopes down my path, and I positively clapped my hands in joy at the sight.

“Why Joe:” I said. “Are those really all for me?”

Despite his obvious discomfort at carrying so large a weight, he managed a toothless grin though he was clearly relieved to drop the bag just outside my door. “You got time for a cuppa, old friend?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?” said Joe. He lifted the latch off the door and let himself in. I like to keep things informal around here. “Happy birthd…” Joe never finished the sentence. His eyes fell below my waist and I laughed out loud. I wasn’t wearing anything below the belly button.

“Ooops Joe, sorry, I wasn’t expecting company.” Joe seemed to be having a hard time recovering his breath. I jumped off my stool and winded him, but this only seemed to make him worse.

“Put… some knickers… on… please,” he gasped.

“Oh Joe, I’m sure I’ve got nothing here you haven’t seen before!”

“Yes, but not in a very long time,” he admitted. “Best put that kettle on for a fresh brew, I desperately need one now.”
“Sure thing Joe.”

As I turned around I sensed the old codger’s eyes on my backside, and I gave it a little shake as I grabbed the kettle. Joe laughed out loud. “Franny, you’re something else, darling.”

“You love me really,” I said.

“I haven’t seen an arse like that since 1972.” The very thought brought tears to his eyes. “Course, I had the equipment to make use of it back then.”

As I turned to put fresh tealeaves in the pot I saw him look sadly down at the saggy fabric round his groin. “There’s not much going on down there these days,” Joe confessed. “It would take a whole bottle of Viagra just to make the old fellow stand to attention.”

“Hmmm.” I don’t know if Joe caught the twinkle in my eye, but it was at that precise moment I thought about the Man Spell. I went over to where Joe sat at the kitchen table and sat down in his tired old lap. His wrinkled willy may not have been up to much but his hands were ready for action, and he reached back and squeezed my backside.

“If you could be young again, would you give me a birthday present?”

I definitely caught the twinkle in Joe’s eyes then.

“I’d give my right testicle for that.”

“No such sacrifice is required, I assure you.”

My wand was lying conveniently on the kitchen table so I picked it up and before you could say abracadabra, I’d performed the Man Spell.

I felt his muscles tense and harden under my bare ass, and his thinning grey hairs became thick and brown. A full set of gleaming white teeth smiled from the once gummy mouth and the stray hairs seemed to recede up his nose. Something else stirred, and I knew from the magic poking through his pants there was life in the old codger yet.

“Oh my word,” said Joe. “I’d forgotten how good an erection feels.”

“Well now you have one, let’s not waste it, shall we?” I said. “After all, it is my birthday.”

Joe’s eyes seemed to pop out on stalks as I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse. My large breasts popped out of the shirt and the horny man began to knead and caress them.

“Oh boy, that sure feels good, Franny,” Joe said.

I slipped off his lap and pulled down the zip on the thick, brown, uniform trousers. There was nothing old about that enormous cock, and I couldn’t wait to give it a birthday kiss.

“Fuck me Franny, you’re one hell of a witch,” Joe said.

“Oh, I fully intend to, Joe.” And without another word, I pulled back his uncut foreskin and sucked the bejaysus out of that delicious penis.

To my relief and delight, Joe may have been restored to his youth but he had the patience and control of age, and was in no hurry to come too quickly. The old dude let me suck and muzzle for as long as I liked, and never let go one little drop.

After a while, I stood up and straddled him as he sat on the kitchen chair. Down below I was so wet, I could hear my own juices smack and stick as I spread my legs to ride him. First though, I took his hand and pushed it down to the space between my thighs so he could feel how wet he’d made me.

“You’re one fucking horny witch,” Joe said. “I’ve never felt so much woman come on my fingers.”

Curious, he pushed the said digits deep inside me, then pulled forward and teased my tiny button. I couldn’t help myself and giggled.

“That’s one naughty laugh,” Joe said. He took his own cock in hand and steered it with relative ease into my hot and expectant pussy. “Time to show you what us old dudes can do.”

Joe grasped my buttocks and pushed me up and down, gyrating me along the length of his penis, his eyes feasting on my nipples, which were practically in his face, and sometimes watching his own cock as it glided in and out of me. I’d cast a great spell, and all I could focus on was his huge manhood as it came in and out, tugging at the folds of my skin and then thrusting up deep to kiss the neck of my womb. I clenched my pussy muscles tight, to enhance our mutual pleasure, and Joe tossed his head back and groaned out loud. I liked that. Silent lovers are dull, but I sensed correctly Joe was a screamer.

Joe was getting close now, I felt his urgency in the speed of his thrusts, and I watched as he closed his eyes to internalize the coming moment. “Fuck me, Franny, fuck me hard.”

For an old dude, he sure had a lot of come, which pumped four, five six times inside me before showing any signs of subsiding. He shook a little on the last spurt, and satisfied, finally opened his eyes and kissed each nipple tenderly.

“Geez, I wish that spell were permanent,” Joe sighed.

“Sorry baby. I can’t mess with the laws of nature, though I can wreak a little mischief with them from time to time.”

“Darn, how long have I got?”

“You can have the whole day Joe, as long as you give me lots of birthday presents like that.”

“You got it baby.”

So Joe and I fucked the whole day long and the dude left about an hour ago in his van. As he passed through my garden gate the Man Spell reversed and he became his old self again. Even so, I’m sure I noticed a slight skip in his walk that wasn’t there before. As for me, he fucked me till my poor down belows could take no more, but they were surely satisfied. Joe definitely gave me the best birthday present of all. Perhaps next time we can celebrate his birthday in a similar
fashion.

Until then, I seem to have an awful lot of birthday cards to read. So, soap in hand and with fresh orgasms in my immediate memory, I’m wishing myself a happy birthday, and thanking the world for the gift of the Man Spell.

The Man Spell (3) cont… Part 2

THE MAN SPELL (3) PART 2

With a click of her fingers, Franny summoned her broomstick. With the ease of a seasoned rider she threw one leg over the handle and set off a few feet from the ground. The full moon illuminated the garden around her and Franny positively glowed with youth and excitement.

Franny on a Broom

“Lenora and Sadie Satyr, I’ve asked you here tonight to teach you the second most magical spell of all – the Man Spell.”

Lenora and Sadie sat cross-legged and expectant on the grass below. Franny slowly circled, making sure she had their full attention.

“Only the second?” asked Lenora.

The corners of Franny’s lips curled upwards and her eyes closed for a moment, as if reliving a delicious memory. “Yes, only the second.  But that’s a story for another day.  Now, back to the Man Spell. Do you both have your wands ready for business?”

The two Swedish sisters looked intrigued by the mystery, but at a click of their fingers two glass wands appeared in their hands.  The wands were each about a foot long, with smoked tips and intricate carvings.  They raised them in the air so their mentor could see them clearly.

“Good, good,” said Franny. “Now, the first rule of the Man Spell, is your play-mate has to want to play along. It never works on an unwilling victim. Try it and it’ll back fire on you, trust me.”

Sadie raised a pale arm into the air. “How do we know? I mean, it’s not like we’re going to go up to the mark and ask them first.”

“Very good question,” said Franny. “The unwilling turn a funny shade of green, so just un-hex them and find someone else. The willing start smiling the second the spell hits them. That’s how you’ll know.”

The two sisters nodded in unison.

“The magic incantation is…” and with that Franny flew quickly behind the two sisters and whispered the words in their ears. “So, without further ado, we need something to practice on.”  With a click of her fingers a young frog hopped in between the two girls.  “Have a try with that.”

Sadie went first. From the tip of her wand an icy mist appeared and enveloped the amphibian’s body. Instantly the creature glowed green. “Not into Swedes, I suppose,” laughed Sadie.

“Let me try,” said Lenora.  If anything, the green mist became more intense. “Hot blondes not his thing, I suppose.”

Franny smothered a smile. She knew this particular frog and Lenora was closer to the truth than she knew. She clicked her fingers and the frog hopped away.  With another click a young male rabbit hopped into the clearing. “Try this one.”

This time Lenora was the first to try. No sooner had she said the magic words than the rabbit changed into a young dark-haired man. He smiled sweetly, if blankly, and waited for instructions.

“Well done,” said Franny. “He wants to do whatever you want him to, so you’ll have fun. Your turn now, Sadie.” And with a final click of her fingers a young male stag walked towards them.

Sadie didn’t hesitate. ‘Zap!’ Quick as a flash the stag turned into a tall, handsome blonde dude, who immediately brought to mind Vikings and pillaging. He cast a wary look at the party but smiled, all the same.

****

Lenora beckoned her play fellow to her side. Inclined to jump, the rabbit-man stood on wobbly legs, but soon found his feet, and took two-by-two cautious steps to her side. He smiled, satisfied with his achievement.

“What would you like me to do for you?” rabbit-man asked. His eyes clearly indicated he had a few ideas of his own.

“I’ve heard a lot about you rabbits,” said Lenora. “I heard you can go at it for hours. Prove it’s no lie, and I’ll be satisfied.”

“You got it. Turn over pretty lady.”

Lenora did as instructed and the rabbit-man pulled her rump towards him.  His dark hands circled the shape of her backside and Lenora loved the roughness of his hands on her skin. She closed her eyes and listened to the delight of her own body as his hand slid between her thighs and sought her wetness.”

“Ohh, the doe’s in heat,” rabbit-man said.  His fingers pushed assertively into her pussy and Lenora let loose a sound like a purr as he pressed in and out of her, catching her clit with each pass and setting her blood on fire. Then, the probing stopped and she felt something new at the lips of her pussy. Teasing her he played around the rim of her lips for a moment.

“Are you gonna fuck me or tickle me to death with that thing?”

The rabbit-man laughed, gripped Lenora firmly by the hips and pushed himself hard into her.

“Yikes.” He was bigger than she’d imagined, and his first thrust was so aggressive he knocked the steam out of her.  He pushed hard and fast, relentless, and kept a pace she’d never experienced before.

“Oh God, bunny, that’s so good,” Lenora groaned.  Her body jiggled violently under his thrusts, but she loved it. In no time at all she could say nothing, his energy excited her and she quickly reached the point of climax.  To her delight, the rabbit-man ignored her climax and continued to pound just as fast.  The avalanche of sparkles catapulted through every crevice of her body and when her orgasm faded, she literally had to beg him to stop or he’d have continued all night.

She fell flat on her face, thankful for the dewy coolness of the night-time grass.  Sweat covered her body and she turned on her back to thank her new friend.

“That was good rabbit-loving,” Lenora said.

“Any time you wanna use that Man Spell on me, I’ll be here, waiting in the garden.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Lenora picked up her wand from the grass and whispered the reverse incantation. The rabbit-man turned back into his usual self, and with a hippity-hop was soon lost in the darkness.

****

“Step over here Stag-Man.” Sadie patted the cold grass by her side and waited for the colossal blond beauty to sit beside her.

“Thank you for choosing me,” said the Stag-Man. “What is your desire?”

“Stand in front of me.”

Proud and rampant, the enormous cock curled up in front of her.  When her hands felt his full girth her belly clenched in anticipation and she tipped his penis to her lips. She could smell him now, and her tongue flicked the mushroom-like head, leaving trails of faint saliva that glistened in the magical moonlight.

“That feels good,” groaned the Stag-Man. Conscious of her power, Sadie took a firmer grip on the shaft and sucked as much of that large cock as her small mouth could take.  Back and forth, back and forth she rocked, kneading the thickening member and caressing the hot balls between his massive thighs.

The Stag-Man ran his hands through the blonde hair, and she felt both his appreciation and urgency heighten as his caresses grew firmer, pulling her onto his cock and guiding her rhythm to please him.

“I’m going to come if that’s what you desire.”  Sadie pulled her mouth from him but continued to work him with her hands.  She watched his face contort in the thrall of ecstasy and aimed his semen to shoot straight over her perky breasts. Delighted in the pleasure she’d given, she licked off the final drops from his cock then stood in front of him, his ardor still evident on her skin.

They stood, naked together, and she wrapped her hands around his buttocks and pulled him close. Her lips entwined with his, and she felt the raw energy of the stag, beating inside the man. “Thank you,” Sadie said.

“Thank you,” said the Stag-Man. With a flourish of her wand the spell was reversed and the deer disappeared into the night.

****

Franny watched some of their love-making from the sky as she drifted about on her broom.  But she had many such memories of her own, and was content to fly about and dream of lovers past. Just as the stag left, she landed back on the ground and leaned her broom up against her crescent swing.

“You have done well, my angels,” Franny said, and kissed both students on the lips.

“That spell was amazing,” said Lenora. “It has so much potential. I think I’m gonna use it again and again!”

“Me too,” said Sadie. A mischievous smile twinkled in the corner of her eyes. “There is one thing I’d like to know though.”

“Yes?”

“What’s the first most magical spell?”

Franny lay back on the grass and stared up into the stars. A broad grin covered her face, but she would not give up the secret this night. She closed her eyes, and requested the girls cuddle up beside her. In the shared warmth of their young bodies they all soon fell into a satisfied and restful sleep.