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I'll never know
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I'll never know I just don't know exactly what happened that night, but it's a night I'll never forget. When I was a junior and senior in high school I had some friends who lived in Ambridge, PA, located about twenty miles southwest, down river, from Pittsburgh. Tracy was one of my best friends, and we would spend at least one weekend a month at each others house. One time when I was spending the weekend with her she introduced me to her friend Cathy, whom she had grown up with since they were in first grade. It turns out that Cathy's religious belief was that of Pagan. She was a real live witch. Though I was raised catholic, we didn't let our religious beliefs stand between us and our growing friendship. I've always been interested in other religions, and asked her all kinds of questions. Turns out that her whole family are witches, Her mom, her younger sister Debbie, and her. All three, were real witches. Her father wasn't around, and hadn't been for years. It was during this time that I decided to become a witch too, and denounce the hypocritical christian churches. Not long after meeting the rest of her family, her mom asked me to spend the weekend with them instead of at Tracy's. And that's when I had the weekend I'll never forget. I felt very comfortable with the three of them. Her mom was really cool, and her sister wasn't the little brat I envisioned her to be. They all loved each other, and got along like best friends. We had a great supper Friday evening, with home made turkey Tetrazzini and salad. Her mom even let the three of us have a little home made wine. Later we sat around and had a girl talk session, like a sleep over. I slept very well that night in the guest room, and awoke to a breakfast of eggs, bacon, home fries, coffee, and grapefruit juice. Then I helped wash the dishes, while learning more about their religion. The more I learned the more I believed it was my way to go. Then her mom had some errands to run, so the three of us went shopping at some clothing stores. After that we headed back to their home and spent the afternoon trying on each others outfits. That was more fun for me then either of them knew. Neither Cathy nor Debbie wore bras because they had nowhere special to go, like school. Debbie liked going commando on weekends. She was wearing no underwear at all. When it came to my turn to take my cloths off to try on some of their things, I decided to let them know my secret. Needless to say, they were both amazed. They wanted to see it. So I striped down and reluctantly pulled down my spandex type panties. Out came my cock, in all it's half hard glory. I was already turned on some by both of them being naked and almost naked. Both of them asked if they could touch it. Just the thought of them holding on to it was making it harder. Cathy was the first to touch it, then Debbie rubbed my little head. They both thought it was cool to have a pussy and a cock. They begged me to let them tell their mom, and show her, when she got home. I felt good about them accepting me like I was, and agreed to show her. Her mom was surprised too, but soon had to ask me if she could touch it. For some reason I felt very good about letting her do it too. Debbie wanted to touch it again, and I let her. None of us thought there was anything wrong with what we were doing. It felt right, to be letting them touch me. That evening we had pizza and more wine for supper, and we watched a movie, a name I don't remember. I just remember it was a chic flick. Then we watched a vampire movie on channel 11 chiller theater. Then we all went to our respective beds. When I was just about to doze off, it happened. Cathy opened my bedroom door and stood in the doorway, totally naked, with only the dim hall nightlight, silhouetting her from behind. I was laying on my back, and found that I couldn't move or utter a word. But for some reason I wasn't panicking. I simply watched as she entered my room and pulled down my blankets. She stood at the side of my bed and watched as my blood flowed into my cock, making it bigger and stiffer without being touched at all. She reached over, with her left hand and began...... Cathy stroked me gently a few times, like I was fragile and she didn't want to break me. With every down stroke she straighten her index finger, and ran it across my moistening pussy. Then without warning, she turned slightly, bent down, engulfing my cock with her hot wet mouth. She took me all, past her tonsils, past her gag reflex, to the bottom of my shaft. Cathy's lips tightened around my responding cock. Then with a strong vacuum suck, she slowly drew her mouth up to the tip. Once there her tongue teased my little head for a few moments. Then, the real blow-job began. She didn't rush, taking pleasure in tormenting me. I fingered her as she enjoyed me. Cathy was so wet, that her juices ran down her slender white thighs. All three of my fingers slid in and out of her hot pussy, caressing her clit each time I pushed them in and out. After time unknown, as she had a mouth full of me, a deep, intense orgasm swept it's way through her body. Stopping her rhythm while coming, to avoid hurting me, her lips carefully parted, safely releasing me from her. Cathy stood upright, best as she could, turned, walked away, leaving me without satisfaction. Once she left the room, I grabbed some tissues, grabbed a hold of myself, and began jacking off. Before I could get off more then a few strokes, Debbie's silhouette graced the doorway to my room. Stopping, I waited to see what I was in for next. Baby fat still circled her waist. With no womanly hips to speak of , A cup titties with swollen mooney nipples, adorned a young teenage girls body. Don't get me wrong, sexual maturity exuded from every pore of her firm figure. Wasting no time, and with nimble delicate hands, my legs were spread, with her body securing a position between them. Like her sister, she got right to the action at hand. Bending down, moving my hands away from the area, tipping my hard filled cock out of the way, her mouth began accosting my pussy. Her tongue softly and slowly caressed my love lips and teased my clit. Then, one at a time her fingers entered into me, and took a few dives inside me. One finger, then two, then three. In, out, in, out, then. Four fingers filled my hole, and began stretching me. I felt her entire hand sliding into me, lubricating itself as it descended into my love cave. Beyond my control, my hands planted themselves on the back of her head, my voice screaming with pleasure. I heard the word “YES” being repeated over and over again. Witnessing my approval of her action, she eagerly quickened her actions. Not long afterward, her fingers made a fist. That's when I began arching my hips in time with her fisting. A new word flew from my mouth. “More, more, more”, I heard. Debbie was more then happy to accommodate me. Deeper, deeper, deeper, she plunged her arm. I attempted to restart my hand job, but failed. Debbie crawled around the bed so I could reach her honey pot with my fingers. I mainlined her until she came, much to soon. Her body was already primed and ready for an orgasm, when I began touching her love lips. Her body tightened up like a overstretched rubber band, then let loose. Her overwhelming waves of passion postponed my pleasure, because before it was over, she got up, licked some of my juice off her arm and hand, staggered to her feet, and made her way slowly out of the room. Leaving me dazed, confused, and very horny. My frustration was in a place I had never been before. All my emotions were surfacing at once. I was sad, confused, happy, excited, frustrated, etc.. After a short time, I couldn't stay awake, and began to doze off. That's when a third figure stood in the doorway. The shadow of this woman was that of a shapely adult. It stood there in the dim light allowing me to enjoy her silhouette. I watched, as she placed her hands between her spread stanced legs, her hands moving, like she was playing with herself. Her hands moved up to her ample breasts, then up above her head, resting them on the door frame. She opened her eyes, placing their gaze squarely on me. I still don't know how, or why, but I could see her eyes in the darkness of the room. They were large enticing eyes, like nothing I'd ever seen. I stared back at her as if I were in a trance. I raised my arms to welcome her to my body. Slowly crossing the room toward me, my want for her became a need, turned into a craving. Again, the word “Yes” crossed my lips. “I am Sandra, I want you.” Cathy's mom said to me. “Yes”, I said, as my aching arm strained out to touch her body. Her hands took mine, guiding them to her boobs. She crawled on top of me, grabbed my hard cock, placing it at the mouth of her wet waiting pussy. Plunging down over my cock, she took me within her. Then it was up and down, up, and down. Then leaning down over me, suspending herself with her hands, she urged me. “Drink of me” she said. After I had no reaction, she repeated.”Drink of me” I took her left boob into my hands, then her left nipple into my mouth. She was lactating, a sweet nectar. The moment I swallowed, I had to have more. I sucked harder and harder, drinking more and more of her milk. My throat was parched, her milk, my salvation. She maneuvered her right nipple to my gaping mouth. I sucked on that one for awhile, until her gyrations got stronger and more intense. It was like we were both climbing the same mountain, racing each other to the summit. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, as she began to repeat a phrase over and over. I couldn't make out the words, but didn't care, at that point. Sitting back up, grabbing her boobs, squeezing them, and repeating the words louder and louder. The words were not spoken in English. Just then, as she dropped down my shaft, her arm thrust out, with fingers extended. She screamed something, then Orgasmed. I did too. I have never felt such an orgasm since. I remember her climbing off me and the bed, and walk out of the room. Then it all went black. I feel into a deep coma like sleep. When I woke the others were watching TV. I poured myself a cup of coffee, joined them in the living room, not saying a word about the activities of the night before. The three of them were quiet too. We all kissed at the bus station as I boarded for home. We never talked of that night, ever. Happy Halloween good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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I miss you, your stories, your magic, our chats. I wish I could find out how you are doing, after all you went through...
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Awesome story, great blog
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Amazing story, I was so turned on
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5/26/2015 3:42 am |
Thanks for a great sexy story.
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Whatever you are up to dear friend, know that we greatly miss you and your wonderfully written stories. {=} 
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Awesome, I love your stories, thank you.
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Happy winter solstice to you
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Thank you! I loved this one.
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Mmm - best Witch story I ever read! You should post on EroticStories.com... You have become such a polished writer!
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10/31/2013 9:40 am |
nice blog
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That's a great story, Serina. Happy Halloween!
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 I love the way you tell a story, Serina. Bravo!  Have an awesome Halloween! {=}
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