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Renewal
by Ufpe (ufpe@hotmail.com)
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A Witch gets her annual beauty treatment. (MF, fantasy)
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The Brew House was seething with costumed customers,
flickering pumpkins, and the drone of the Crypt Kicker
Five barely audible over the babbling din. Ed refilled
his draft and gazed over the myriad of personalities
while absently brushing pretzel crumbs from the front
of his oversized black shirt with the words "Official
Halloween Costume" stenciled across his chest. The
crowds all but obscured the piercing glare that had
followed him unblinkingly since he entered several
hours earlier.
A bar stool opened and Ed slid into it quickly,
cradling his brew gingerly. The pale white figure
adorned in silky black slid next to him effortlessly
and signaled the bartender for a refill on her Bloody
Mary. Her musky perfume slowly overwhelmed Ed's senses
until he turned to gaze upon the gothic face whose eyes
had been locked on him all night.
"Nice threads," Ed observed with his eyebrows raised.
She reached up to his crotch and fondled the bulge she
found there gently. Ed closed his legs quickly, stunned
by her forward approach.
"Nice equipment," she crooned seductively, never
lowering her gaze.
"Works for me," he quipped as he noticed the flawless
alabaster leg slid from the smooth folds of her gown.
"Hasn't been used for awhile has it," she queried in a
seductive growl.
Ed turned from her slowly and turned his gaze back to
the milling crowd, his mind clouded by the brew, and
the imposing figure that seemed obsessed with his
sexuality. With a dismissing nod he rose swiftly. This
was getting too weird even for Halloween, Ed thought to
himself. With the door just a few paces away, he set
his empty mug on bar and made for the comfort of his
apartment. As the door closed noisily behind him he
stared into the dark void of a jet black Mercedes with
an alabaster leg dangling seductively out of the dark
interior onto the wet pavement.
"Leaving alone?" the gothic beauty queried.
"How did you get out here so damn fast?"
A sensuous, almost delicate hand with long, blood red
nails emerged from the darkness with a come hither
gesture.
"Don't be shy; come, share your seed with me."
"I don't think..." Ed's voice trailed into and
inaudible whisper, as he felt his body being
inexplicable drawn towards the darkness of the idling
car. His thoughts suddenly became flooded with symphony
of erotic images, beautiful breasts, and warm dripping
virgin pussies. His groin warmed and surged into
fullness, as the door closed behind him and his
mysterious host roared and weaved through the traffic
onto the interstate.
She drove like a possessed banshee into the darkness,
beyond where Ed had ever traveled, onto a dark
overgrown trail and into the depths of a scraggly wood
where a small cabin with a large bed awaited. In a
drunken haze, Ed staggered through the threshold and
into her dimly lit lair, where he was pummeled by musty
odors.
She suddenly appeared before him, disrobing slowly and
efficiently, as the throbbing in his loins reached a
deafening crescendo. Once fully naked, she turned
slowly on her delicate feet, revealing a pristine,
glowing beauty that eclipsed the timeless icons of
femininity. Her flowing shiny crown of hair trailing to
the firm rounding of her bottom only highlighted her
smooth, sensuous curves – her flowing neck, firm
upright breasts crowned with tiny cherries, gentle
curving hips and thighs that supported legs that went
on forever. The tiniest fluff of dark curly hair
crowned the moist, tight lips guarding her deepest
treasure. Her eyes, dark as midnight, glowed with
desire as Ed stumbled backwards onto the bed,
mesmerized by the goddess before him.
A cynical smile creased her full, blood red lips as she
leisurely removed his sweaty attire. As his BVD's slid
from his ankles, her passionate kisses covered his
fully exposed body, drawing his trembling skin past her
sharp teeth that occasionally nipped his oversensitive
flesh. Ed moaned and writhed shamelessly as she
devoured him, his groin throbbing painfully as his mind
fought to gain some semblance of sanity.
His mind and body in sensory overload, he trembled
uncontrollably, as her skillful administrations quickly
brought his seed to a boil. Straddling him eagerly, she
guided him into the warm silky tightness of her
essence, descending slowly while savoring the firm
penetration that only a male member could provide. She
brought his trembling hands to her hardened nipples,
holding them firmly to the soft globes as the muscles
within her slowly and persistently coaxed his seed from
within.
With an agonizing groan, he lost his remaining elements
of control and erupted deep into the warm silky womb
caressing the sensitive crown of his masculinity. His
boiling essence flooded her and bathed the head of his
cock, stimulating him into a hitherto unknown realm of
ecstasy. She groaned contentedly, as he continued to
fill her with the delicious essence that would assure
her youthful appearance for yet another year.
Ed's hips continued to buck spasmodically, as his
captor laughed with her successful fulfillment before
fading slowly into a shadows on the dimly lit wall. As
his chafed cock continued to pump his seed into the
still empty air, the cabin gradually disappeared around
him until, with a gentle thud, the bed disappeared, and
he was left on a bed of decaying leaves with his
clothes strewn around him haphazardly.
On a lonely, one lane logging road, Ed was found
wandering aimlessly among the tall pines. After a
barrage of unanswered questions, and a myriad of mental
tests, he was committed to a local institution where
the label of "the living dead" seemed to apply uniquely
to his particular case despite his perpetual smile. He
sits for hours on his neatly prepared bed, while
visions of ecstasy swim through his senses and the hope
of her reappearance when the leaves fall again keep him
at peace with his world.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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