THE MAN SPELL 8
THE MAN SPELL 8
“What a glorious day!”
Franny fell down in the sand and transformed her witch’s cat into a parrot. Dressed in her pirate bikini she sat by the ocean and looked wistfully out to sea.
“Oh Sheridan, I bet it would have been wonderful, being a pirate.”
Sheridan sat down beside Franny and followed her gaze out across the ocean. “All that swashbuckling, women and rum, yes – if I wasn’t a wizard I’ve have liked to have been a pirate. What it would be to live back in the day when it was you against the King’s navy, risking your neck for loot and the pretty girl.”
“Am I a pretty girl, Sheridan?”
Sheridan slipped a finger inside her bikini top and teased the skin around her nipple. “Oh my sweet pirate girl, you have no idea. Come here.”
Franny set down the parrot which flew out over the water and danced in the sky. Franny leaned forward as Sheridan untied the bow at the back, releasing her full breasts which bobbed forward like a pair of ripe cantaloupes. She kicked off her pirate booties and her denim shorts quickly followed, leaving her naked and exposed for the world to see on the beach.
“Yet all the loot I want is right here.” And with that Sheridan jumped to his feet and swooped Franny up into his arms. Franny squealed with delight as her strong lover carried her naked body across the sands to the ocean, and waded out into its depths.
He dropped her several feet from the shore, and Franny rose from under the water, laughing and shouting and splashing like crazy. “You total lout!” she cried. With her wand arm she smacked the surface of the water, which caused a small sheet to rise up and catch Sheridan right in the face.
Franny fought against the water as she playfully ran away from her lover; but the force of the ocean slowed her down and made her escape difficult. In just five strides pirate Sheridan had caught up with her, and spun her round so quickly she rose off the sandy bed, her breasts flying over the surface of the sea and bouncing like two life buoys. He pulled her close to him and she kissed his cold and salty mouth, while her hands caressed the goose bumps along his muscular back.
The cold but gentle waves lapped across her shoulders. Franny jumped up to wrap her legs around Sheridan, taking advantage of her buoyancy to straddle him, needing only to hold his shoulders for support.
“Fuck me like a pirate, Sheridan. I want to walk your plank.”
Sheridan’s manhood was primed and ready. She felt him slip inside her, and she bounced up and down while he waded to shallower waters so they could move more freely.
After a few minutes of bobbing about Sheridan walked Franny back to the sand. He lowered her gently down on the beach, just barely out of the ocean where the waves could still envelope them. As the calmed waters wrapped around them, Sheridan kissed her pert nipples which, angry and cold, rose high to be kissed. His warm tongue closed around them and she felt the doors to passion open in her womb as her body prepared to delight in the attentions of his.
As he entered her body, Franny reached back for the wand and whispered the words of the Man Spell. All at once, Sheridan’s shaft doubled in size and she screamed with delight as he thrust ever deeper inside her.
At the point of Climax Sheridan cried so loud the very seagulls took flight. He pumped into her again and again, like an angry tide until at last, Franny gasped, her nails pinching into his salty back as she indulged a release of her own. For some time, Sheridan plowed into her, his passions lengthened under the magic of her spell. But then at last, his rhythm slowed to match the slower and deliberate pulse of the ocean. Exhausted and spent, he rolled back onto the sand and gazed wistfully up into the azure sky.
“I love that Man Spell,” Sheridan said. “It makes my orgasm so intense, but I hope it does as much for you.”
Franny winked. For her the Man Spell cast fireworks into her body, causing multiple orgasms that fired off like rockets, one after the other. “I have no complaints,” she said.
Naked and relaxed to the point of sleep, the two lovers clasped each other’s hands. They both stared up to the skies and let the gentle waves circle between them, caressing their skin like a loving handmaid. Franny smiled, closed her eyes, and dreamed of pirates.
THE END – Sparkly