by Arthur Kay |
"Taggy, dear, I hope you enjoyed the meal." He smiled and nodded. "I know this all
seems rush rush, but at my age, Darling . . . well, fuck the niceties! I've wined
and dined you, Taggy, my pet, and now I hope you'll give me my pound of flesh!"
She laughed, throaty-like. It was pay up time. "How'd you know my dick weighs a pound?" he quipped. "Honey," she said. "We witches know how to use our mouths as a scale." She giggled again. "And, if it's called for, as a ruler, too!" Tag laughed. The talk was making his crotch come to life. He sipped more wine. "Really?" he said. "Well, why don't you show me how you do those little tricks? I haven't been weighed and measured in a while now. Who knows? I might have put on a pound or two. But shouldn't we wait an hour after eating or something?" "On salad and wine? Don't be silly, dear boy! Pasta and beer, yes, but only if we're going swimming. That old wives tale doesn't apply to what we have in mind. So, get naked, Sonny, if you know what's good for you." She stood up, crossed her arms, tapped one foot and said, "Momma's waiting, baby." Even in the dim light, she looked near naked. He could see her eyes sparkling as she watched him. They reminded him of a cat's eyes. Which reminded him of her cat, her familiar, an all black cat she had named Wizard. "Wanda, where's Wiz?" He hadn't seen the little black devil all evening. "He's at a friend's place for the next few weeks. I know how you feel about having him around you." She'd said it matter-of- factly, but he could hear a small hurt in her voice. Or was it a disappointment? "I like the little guy, Wand, it's just that he rubs me the wrong way. Every time I try to pet him, he hisses at me as if he's gonna chomp off one of my fingers if I come any nearer. It's his problem. You should talk to him about it." Tag felt he had handled that adroitly. She had other ideas. "Wizard, Tag, is very in tune with everything. He psychic, in fact. If you want him to cozy up to you, you have to change your personna, Tag, and your way of doing things. Growling at him with, 'C'mere you black bastard!' won't win Wizard over. But now's not the time for that. Get the fuck out of those duds, cat hater." Tag decided not to pursue this line any farther. He stood up, slowly undid his trousers, lowered them along with his boxers, and stepped out of the puddle of clothes. His cock, somewhat flaccid, hung down a good six inches. Wanda came over to him and helped him out of his tie and shirt. She then cupped his balls in her right hand and the electricity of her gentle caress ran through him on high voltage. His legs trembled. And an involuntary shudder ran over his entire body. "Ooh, look what I found!" she cooed as she squeezed and then hefted his nut sack up and down. "My, my, two pounds, three ounces!" She laughed. He followed suit. They were having fun with the guess-the-weight portion of the game. And any negative thoughts remaining in Tag's mind about Wizard were gone. They were mentally connected again, he and the witchy Wanda. Tag reached out and grabbed her nightie with both hands. He whisked it over her head in one motion, and she stood there, naked, exposed. And all his. There was no need to rush. They had all night. Two weeks of nights. He took her into his arms and kissed her. His tongue found the now familiar plastic of her upper denture plate as she moaned in his arms. Now, some guys might be turned off by a woman's dentures, but not Tag. To him, it was just another reality of life. Her mouth was hot and wet and she was one helluva kisser. Soft, thick luscious lips added to his overall pleasure and he knew that those lips, when the dentures were removed, could drive his cock crazy. To him, there was nothing as wonderful as mouth-fucking a toothless woman. She called it the only true gum job in the world. Just thinking about it now, his cock was as hard as hard can get. He broke the kiss and whispered hotly in her ear. "Take them out, love, both of them." She reached down and stroked his hard cock a few times and said, "Back in a mo, Sweetie, don't you start without Momma." She headed for the bathroom. As she walked away, he eyed her ass and stroked away on his prick, pulling on his balls for fun and excitement. She was back in less than a minute. Smiling at him. He took her in his arms and resumed kissing her, this time finding only soft gums to greet his probing tongue. He tongue- kissed her for a long time, feeling saliva sputtering out and onto their chins. As he kissed her, his hands roamed all over. He squeezed her rounded ass cheeks, pressed a finger into her anus, and kneaded and tweaked both breasts. When he put a finger, then two, into her dripping womanhood, her whole body jumped as if he had used a cattle prod on her. "Ooooh!" she moaned. Then she cooed, actually cooed. "Coo . . . coo." Over and over as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. Her hands were busy, too. She ran them over his entire frame, as much as she could reach. His muscular back and ass cheeks. His neck. His outer thighs. When she reached down and firmly took his cock shaft in hand, it was his turn to jump. Her touch was magical, as if electricity had found a way to mix with friction. As if she really did possess real magic. They kissed and felt each other for quite some time. Tag knew Wanda loved a lot of lip action prior to the main event and he was only too happy to oblige. He liked kissing her. He also liked the way she squirmed as he manipulated her vagina, her body wiggling around. And, without looking, he knew the carpet would be covered with little drops of her bodily fluids. His soaked fingers told him that much. Wanda, like Tag, was a heavy cummer. Foreplay was finally over. Wanda dropped to her knees and, without a word, took one of his balls into her toothless mouth. She sucked and slurped, going from one to the other, and soon they were both wetter than water. Tag was moaning throughout the pleasurable ordeal. And then he moaned a louder moan as she slipped a fingertip into his anus and wiggled it around. "Wand," he said. "You suck my balls so well. Suck them, Baby, get them good and wet. Oh, yes, that's it. Suck them." He had both hands entwined in her hair and was moving her head around, watching her suck on his hairy balls. His hard cock was resting on top of her head, wobbling from side to side, as if having trouble deciding which direction to settle on. "Now, suck on my cock, Wand, and get it nice and hard so it'll drive your pussy crazy when I finally fuck you." The spoken word had its usual lurid effect on both of them. Her toothless mouth engulfed his swolen cockhead and the heat of it hit him hard. "Ooooh, shit, Wand! What a mouth!" She gave his cock head a good sucking for a few minutes before plunging all the way down to his pubic hairs. All 8 plus inches were now in her mouth and down her throat. Without teeth to occupy any space, Wanda kept her lips at the base and put out her tongue, laving his balls with it. Her saliva poured out of her mouth further soaking his cock shaft and balls. "Oh, God, Wanda Baby, you're something else!" And then, she was even more than something else. She stuffed his balls, both of them, into her mouth at the same time. With her teeth removed, there was just enough room for his testicles. Wanda worked him a bit more, knowing when to stop here and there before he might go off, and finally stood up. He was primed. She was primed. "Taggy, I want you to fuck me doggy style, but I want to add something new." That said, she opened one of the sideboard's drawers and took out an object. She handed it to him. "I want you to put this in my rectum. OK? I'm already lubed up for it." He looked at the item and saw a 4" long replica of a cock. It was less than an inch in diameter. An ass dildo. He grinned at her. "Wand, I thought you didn't like anything up your ass?" "I don't, normally, but something I read on the Internet got me interested in giving it a try. They recommended this thing here for us, uh, anal beginners. If it hurts too much, however, I expect you to stop. OK?" "Sure, Hon, just leave it to me. I'll try my best to get you to like it, but if you don't, no problem, just say stop and stop it is." He led her over to the sofa and asked her to bend over one of the soft, plush arms. She complied, her wide backside at the perfect height. "Wanda, sweetie, I just love your ass." He moved closer to her and placed both hands on her cheeks. "Now, Wand," he said. "Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me. OK?" She said OK, then she added, "Tag, you sound like a fucking proctologist!" She giggled, making her whole body shake, her ass cheeks wobbling. He laughed and knelt down. Her cheeks were now level with his face. "What are you doing?" she asked, feeling a strangeness taking place at her anus. "I'm licking your asshole, Wand, in preparation. We proctologists must keep up our high standards now, mustn't we?" She laughed and said, "Well, Doc, it feels strange, for sure. But nice, too. So, Doc, go on with your probing!" He laughed as his mouth headed back to her brown puckering hole. He tongued her asshole, licked it, rimmed it, forcing little squeals of delight out of her. "Oooh," she said. "Something this nasty shouldn't feel so fucking good, Doctor! Ooooooh!" "You like it?" "Fucking A!" Her legs trembled. "Good. Remember that when it's your turn to reciprocate!" He punched his tongue into her. She was silent. Not even a little moan. He stopped and said soothingly, "Cat got your tongue, you old crone?" She was silent for a while and then finally spoke. "I was thinking about your use of the word reciprocate, Taggy. I've never done that to a man before, or a woman for that matter, but I guess I could if push came to shove." She quickly jumped off the arm and sat down on the sofa. "It's so . . . so nasty, Tag. But it sure feels great. And, as you know, I once hated the idea of sucking a man's dirty old cock so . . . " He interrupted her. "Yeah, I remember that story you once told me about that uncle of yours, who forced you, at age ten, to suck him off." He sat down beside her on the sofa. "Tell me that one again, Wand, I'd love to hear it once more. It turns me on." He wanted to side track her. She left her arm position and sat next to him, absent- mindedly stroking his cock and balls . . . |