; ; "Gwenneth, not now. I've got to concentrate on this potion."
; ; "I need to find a man. Do you think Jason might be back from ; warlock school?"
; ; "Gwen, sweet, why don't you just rub some hemp oil on your ; broomstick and use that? It's All Hallows Eve! Every warlock in ; the county will be working overtime on important spells and such. ; Just stick your broom between your legs, daughter."
; ; "I'm tired of that. I want a real dick, cock, tool, John Henry... you ; know? Something that's warm and wiggly and squirts and has ; hands that'll make me feel good. I'm going out."
; ; "Be careful, dear. Don't get in trouble. Don't forget to be back in ; time for the sabbat."
; ; Gwen dressed in what she supposed to be ordinary farm girl ; clothes and walked toward the distant town, silhouetted by the ; setting sun. On the road she found a young man who was headed ; toward her. "Do I know you?" she asked.
; ; "John, the miller's son. Who might you be?"
; ; "Never mind my name. Do you fancy a little tumble in the hay?"
; ; "Well, aren't you a forward lass! Need a little tickle, do you?"
; ; "I'm needy."
; ; "How much d'ya need?"
; ; Gwen thought a few seconds. "Sixpence?"
; ; "All the way? Your sex for sixpence?" She nodded. "You're on! ; Over there?" he said, gesturing toward some hay stacks.
; ; Settled in on a bed of hay, nicely concealed from the road, John ; said, "I want to see your boobies, for starters." She unlaced her ; bodice and exposed her breasts, little girlish breasts, but nicely ; shaped. He fondled each one, lapping at the little nipples. "You ; like that, don't you?"
; ; "Umm. But maybe a little lower?" She lifted her skirt and spread ; her legs. "Use your tongue."
; ; John got down between her parted thighs. "My God, are you but a ; girl? You've no curly hairs at all down there!"
; ; "We wit... It's a custom in my family to remove the hair down ; there. Don't you think it looks nice?"
; ; "Yes." He explored with his fingers and determined she was wet ; enough for fucking.
; ; "Wouldn't you like to lick it for me?"
; ; "No, I can't wait." He struggled to loosen his trousers.
; ; "Here, let me help you." Suddenly, his trousers were down around ; his ankles. He reached for his rod. "No, lick me, first. Here, I'll ; help you." She guided his head, showing him how to suck her clit. ; "Oh, oh, that's delicious. Oh, oh, Ahhh!"
; ; "Now can I stick it in you?"
; ; "Don't you want me to lick you?"
; ; "What? I don't understand."
; ; "Lie on your back." She knelt and took his penis into her mouth, ; swirling her tongue and bobbing up and down, so her lips caressed ; the length of his shaft.
; ; "Oh, oh, that's wonderful," said John, "but I don't want to waste ; my seed. Let me fuck you, now." Wordlessly, she hopped astride ; him, placing his hands over her boobies while she lowered herself ; onto his erect member. She thought of all the times she had sat on ; phallus-shaped objects at home. This was better. She moved her ; hips and squeezed with her internal muscles, bouncing a bit on his ; thighs, so the hard rod went in and out of her clinging cunt. John ; dropped her breasts and grabbed her hips, forcing her to ride him ; harder and faster. "Oh, yes. Oh, that's wonderful. I'm, I'm ; coming!" With a few hard thrusts of his pelvis, he shot his load ; deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles clenched and squeezed him ; out.
; ; John pushed her off him and went to pull up his trousers. "Don't ; you want to do that again?" she said.
; ; "Yes. Maybe tomorrow. I've gone soft, now." She made a ; surreptitious wave of her wand, whispering a few words, and his ; penis stood at attention. "Zounds! Like magic! I wouldn't have ; thought..." She lay back, skirt up, legs spread, and John fell upon ; her, poking her so forcefully there were farting noises as his meaty ; piston pumped air in and out of her quivering quim. He worked up ; quite a sweat before he got off her, his joystick bent and shriveled. ; She sat up and kissed the end of it. It visibly stiffened and grew. ; Her fingers made it hard. "Oh, my lord, again!" He again fell on ; her and, regardless of her comfort, he energetically pumped in and ; out. She writhed, raising her pelvis to meet his thrusts. With ; expert muscle control, she milked his manhood until it was again ; soft.
; ; "Woah. I'm worn out. You are some lay, girlie."
; ; "Well, I'm pleased that you are satisfied," she said. "I am, for the ; moment." She restored her dress, lacing the bodice, while he ; struggled with his trousers. As he turned to go, she said, "Aren't ; you forgetting something?"
; ; "What?"
; ; "Three times, a sixpence each; that's one and six."
; ; He laughed. "I don't have that kind of money. My father pays me ; tuppence a day."
; ; "But you agreed. Sixpence, anyway." He shrugged, tucking his ; shirt into his waistband. "Well, will you bring it to me, in three ; days?"
; ; "No, I won't pay you. Any sensible whore would have got the ; money first. You fucked me for the fun of it. You enjoyed it, you ; depraved she-devil. You are lucky I don't smash your fucking ; face, for the fun of it, slut."
; ; "You agreed to sex for a sixpence."
; ; "So, I lied. A man will say anything to dip his wick. You're ; stupid to trust a stranger."
; ; "John, you are no gentleman. You mustn't be so disrespectful. ; We had a contract, and I delivered what you wanted. I want ; payment and an apology, please."
; ; "No, you crazy cunt. I don't have to apologize to a slut." He ; swung at her head, but she ducked.
; ; "I think you need a lesson," Gwen said evenly, calmly. She ; waived her wand and said something about a broomstick.
; ; "Gawd!," he said, stepping back. His penis had grown, stiff and ; tall, until it went well past his waist band. "Mother of God, how ; am I going to get this down?"
; ; "I don't suppose you know any sluts who would take in a foot of it ; for free. I guess it won't go down until you are willing to pay."
; ; "What will my mother say? My sister? How can I ever go to ; church? You've got to make it go soft again."
; ; "Who? Me? Half a crown," she said, "in advance. I'll make it ; soft. Until then, your prick is your problem."
; ; His right hand rubbed the rampant rod, rubbed it raw, to no avail. ; She sat in the hay, smiling. The light was failing. He looked ; frightened. "Alright. Alright I'll get the money, somehow. ; Where will you be so I can give it to you?"
; ; "Put a scrap of red cloth on yonder tree, and I'll be here for you ; after sundown. Don't forget the money." John staggered away, ; pumping fruitlessly with his "five fingered Mary." Gwen ; chuckled to herself. She'd get half a crown to make it soft, but --- ; she chuckled again --- he'd have to work a year to earn enough to ; make it hard again. She put her wand away. "Men!" she said, as ; she walked home, enjoying the feel of fluids dribbling from her ; and wetting her thighs. ; ;