A Fuckin’ Witch Valentines Reprise

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Ding-dong.

Wouldn’t you know it? My wife left for one her self-selected evening civic obligations and I’m about ready to settle down and indulge myself in a few adult stories I downloaded off the Web. Suddenly I’ve got unexpected company.

“Coming,” I hollered. I was sure they couldn’t hear me.

I peeked out the small window of the front door. It was Alesha; at least I thought it was. She was wearing a plastic Cupid mask that covered what I remembered was an extraordinarily ugly face. We hadn’t had contact since our Halloween fuck. I mean, what reason would I have for getting in touch with the recent college freshman? It’s not like we had anything in common except the space between her thighs that evening. I opened the door.

“Hello, Harvey. It’s okay if I call you that, right?”

“Sure, Alesha, come on in. What can I do for you?”

My penis was expanding at the memories this visit was triggering.

“Locked out again?” I guessed.

“No. I came here to, uh, listen, mind if I sit down. I’m kind of nervous.”

“Sure, make yourself at home. Can I take your coat?”

I hung her trench coat in the closet. Besides the mask, she wore a tight red tube top and tight red shorts. Our winter weather was nice but not that nice. Her smooth flat stomach and long shapely legs were pale pink in comparison. Alesha held onto a brown paper bag she carried. I joined her on our favorite sofa.

“I’m going to a Valentine’s Day Party. It’s a costume party, and I wanted someone’s opinion about my costume.”

“You couldn’t ask your Mom or Dad?”

“No, you’ll see why. So, will you tell me what you think?”

“Actually, I’m flattered that you picked me. It looks quite appropriate. Red and all. And the outfit highlights your best qualities.”

I stopped from saying anything about the mask covering her ugly face.

“Oh no. This isn’t the costume, but thanks anyway, I mean, for the complement.”

She stuck her chest out further in pride. I imagined the nipples I had stroked and pulled three and a half months prior. The memory was surprisingly vivid.

“No, the costume is in the bag. Can I use your bathroom to change?”

“Sure, first door on the right.”

I was intrigued about what kind of costume would fit in such a small bag. canlı bahis I didn’t have long to wait.

“Well, what do you think?”

There was a filmy red top with long sleeves, tied in front with three bows. The bottom piece was a transparent skirt in the same see-through red material. It was what Alesha wore underneath that was so tantalizing. Or maybe I should say what she didn’t wear. There were three shiny heart-shaped pasties, one covering each nipple and one larger one covering her pubic area, but just barely.

“What kind of party is this?” I asked.

“It’s kind of an orgy. Only special popular people were invited. There’s a $500 prize for the sexiest costume, and I could really use the money for school and stuff.”

So, ugly Alesha was one of the select popular people. I didn’t want to sign up for a group photo from that gathering, even if it was an orgy.

I was tempted to write her a check myself. My penis was bent over in my slacks and trying to straighten it self out by filling with blood, blood that was pulsing hot through the rest of me. With the mask on, I didn’t have to try and avoid looking above Alesha’s neck.

“If you don’t win the contest, then the judges are blind.”

“Oh thank you Harvey.”

Alesha bounced over, plopped herself down in my lap and gave me a hug. Her bare bottom rubbed against my folded erection, making my condition worse. Her breasts pressed into my upper arm and chest. Her arrival was so sudden my arm was trapped between our bodies. My fingers were along side her bare thigh.

“Oh, you do like it,” she said, squirming against my erection. “Listen, could we, you know, uh, do it again?”

Given Alesha’s previous aggressive behavior, asking permission was a bit strange, but so were these circumstances. Maybe she wore the mask because she was self-conscious about my reaction to her face the last time. It wasn’t really that bad. On second thought, yeah, it was. The mask could stay.

“Sure, but let’s go to the bedroom.”

I followed Alesha’s swaying bare ass down the hallway.

“Last door,” I directed.

Alesha turned and waited while I got ready. After all, she had a head start on getting undressed. I threw my shirt and socks and slacks into a haphazard pile. My erection was full and proud, pointing at her with a drop of moisture at the tip.

“Wow,” she said.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“Oh, it’s just, like, uh, I didn’t remember it being so big.”

It throbbed at the comment, trying to get even bigger. I undid the three bows on her top and slid the gossamer jacket from her shoulders. My hands were going to remove the breast pasties but she guided my hands away from their targets.

“Leave them on for a little while, okay?”

“Sure, whatever you want.”

“Why don’t you lie down?” she asked.

I did, and she moved up to straddle my groin with her legs. She took my erection in hand and guided it to her pussy behind the heart-shaped covering. It was moist and I could feel the heat. Alesha was hotter than last time. She moved me around, looking for the bahis siteleri right spot, and pulled me into her, just past the outer lips of her cunt. I moved my hips up, and found it difficult to go any deeper. She put her hand back and tried to assist, pulling my dick up into her cunt, but even she had trouble.

“Maybe we need to get you lubricated,” I suggested.

I slid down in between her legs and used my tongue on her inviting opening. The vigor of my attack tore the shiny cardboard heart and tape from her lower belly. I set the prop aside.

“Don’t want to ruin your costume.”

I massaged her bare buttocks with my fingers as I resumed using my tongue up and down, flicking it when I though I was close to her clit just for added stimulation. Alesha was leaning over, keeping her balance with outstretched arms, her belly rippling.

‘Oh, oh, oh, Harvey, oh, this feels so good, oh, I’ve never felt so good.”

Well, maybe my memory was faulty, but I thought our last get together gave her some significant pleasure.

“Oh, I’m ready to put it in now. I can’t wait.”

I slid back up and repositioned my groin under hers. This time I did the placing, using my fingers to spread her cunt lips open. She was certainly tight. Maybe the cunt flesh of young women is more resilient than I knew. She lowered herself and I came up. Still my advance was foiled. Alesha took a deep breath, held it, and jammed herself down on my steel erection.

“Ooooowww,” she gasped at the thrust.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

I knew that young women did not grow back their hymens, and that was the sound of a virgin’s cherry getting broken. Or maybe they do grow back their hymens. I’m no expert on this stuff.

Alesha sat still, shaking from the violent joining. She ran her hands from her cunt up across her belly, over her tits pulling off the taped-on stickers. Her hands continued up to her neck and across her face, over the top of her head. I closed my eyes, knowing that seeing her face would turn me off right then and there. My erection started to wilt at the thought. At its smaller size, it slid a couple more inches into her cunt, which was wet and throbbing. I peeked through my eyelids. There, sitting on my partially deflated dick, was one of the cutest young women I’d ever seen. Pert turned up nose, high cheekbones, sculpted chin. She was pretty enough to be a model. And she was perched on my dick, which was regaining its length and girth.

“You’re not Alesha,” I said the obvious.

“No, I’m Vanessa, her twin sister.”

Twin my ass. Vanessa was gorgeous, nothing like her witch sister.

“So, what are you doing here, sitting with my dick buried in your cunt?”

“What do you think? I told you I’ve got this party, and I’ll be expected to have sex there. I didn’t want to show up a virgin. Alesha told me you were really good and I should have you be my first.”

Vanessa was squeezing her muscles. It was distracting.

“So why didn’t you just come over and ask?”

“Alesha said you had a thing for homely girls. Otherwise, bahis şirketleri why would you have fucked her? I thought you wouldn’t want to make it with me, given how I look.”

“I think you look just fine.”

She was better than fine, but no need to feed this woman’s ego.

“Are you okay, I mean, down there?”

Vanessa squeezed her stomach and vaginal muscles again.

“Yeah, I think so. Alesha told me it hurt her first time, and to expect it. But she also said after that, it would feel really good. So, can we do that part now?”

“You don’t have to ask twice. But let’s change positions so I can move a little easier.”

Vanessa got on the bottom and I moved up in between her thighs, putting myself back inside. I started a slow rhythm that increased the depth of penetration.

“Oh, you’re really big, Harvey. You’re filling me up. Oooh, it feels funny but good. Keep going.”

I wasn’t about to stop. I thrust into her, over and over, her tight pussy doing marvelous things to my sensitive dick. Every time I felt getting ready to cum, I slowed down until the feeling passed, then resumed my hard charging.

Vanessa was bucking and grinding her cunt against me, grabbing my ass with both hands, holding on for dear life.

Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I figured the guys at the orgy wouldn’t care if they came in her or not, so it wouldn’t matter if I did.

“Uh, uh, uh, Harvey, you can, uh, cum inside me, uh, I’m on the, uh, pill.”

With her permission out of the way, I kicked it up another notch. We were bouncing around the bed pretty good. In order to keep me inside, Vanessa wrapped her legs around me, first around the back of my legs, then at my butt, and finally around my waist. Her cunt was tilted up at just the right angle. I slowed and made seven deliberate thrusts, trying to feel the exquisite friction of a virgin pussy. On the eighth thrust, I began to shoot a heavy dose of sperm into the former virgin named Vanessa. I kept pumping until my leg strength and juices ran out.

“Wow, that was fucking incredible.”

“Good choice of words,” I replied, lying beside her.

“Maybe I won’t go to that party after all,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t think sex can be much better than the experience we just had. How could they top it?”

I thought of several things but kept my mouth shut.

“Besides, most of them are amateurs. Do I really need other folks learning sex at my expense?” she continued.

“How true.”

“Listen, I’d better get out of here before your wife gets home.”

“Good idea.”

Besides, I had an unexpected load of laundry to do. The sheets stunk from sweat and our love juices. I put on a robe and walked a dressed Vanessa to the door.

“Thanks, Harvey, you were terrific. Can we do it again sometime?”

“Sure, at our mutual convenience.”

We kissed, our first of the evening. Her lips were soft and sweet.

“Maybe next time, I’ll bring Alesha and we can have a three-way.”

I tried not to grimace at the thought. On the other hand, maybe Alesha wouldn’t mind wearing the Cupid mask. I could ask, couldn’t I?

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