The Charmed Ones 1 (MF, Mg, Fdom, Anal, Inter, Sci-fant, Magic)
by Keith McDougall (previously published as Osric134)

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)




1


She smiled at me again today, the tall brunette with the short
hair. I don't understand why she smiles at me, I'm surely not her
type.

She's beautiful, with big blue eyes and large kissable mouth
painted a dark burgundy to go with her dark nails. She looks like
one of those children's dolls that they keep advertising on TV on
Saturday mornings.

She has a regal bearing, self assured, strong. A lovely slender
figure and those superb, smooth tanned legs. She looks like a
dancer or a gymnast, someone fit and strong.

I am a fifty year old black man who's lost his wife of twenty
years to Cancer on our anniversary, lost his will to live. I am
retired, I retired early to look after my wife. I refused to
place her in those damned care homes where they are sometimes
known to mistreat the residents, not that I think they are all
like that.

My pension wasn't very much, but better than most. I had three
different ones from three different companies I had worked for in
the past.

I have a bit of a stomach now too, I don't do very much
physically any more, but I don't have a beer belly or anything
like that.

I'm a tall man, six feet, two inches or 188 metres if you prefer
metric. People thought I was much younger than I really was, I
have good genetics. I was even called handsome by a few women.
But I had not been with any other woman since I met Pamela, she
was the one who rescued me from the very low point in my life and
the one who pushed me to do better, helping to drag me from my
emotional dead end.

Now I just take my daily ride up to Stratford in the morning and
looked around the job centre, I didn't like the one in Canning
town.

Every morning I would see this beautiful dark haired woman, a
young woman of probably twenty five to thirty years old. She
would always make eye contact with me and smile, even staring at
me until I looked up from my newspaper and noticed her.

A few times I had seen her with other women or a man, but never
with someone I could consider her partner.

There was once this young, dark-haired city hotshot who thought
she was his ideal mate. She looked at him and laughed hard when
he tried to chat her up, making the man go red with
embarrassment.

"Yeah? Well your just a lesbian slag anyway!" he yelled at her,
jumping off the bus at the next stop.

She didn't even bother with him, turning to smile at me again
before someone got in the bus and blocked her view. I didn't see
her again until the next day.

Now I stand in the bus again and find myself pressed up against
her. She is facing me, her breasts poking into my chest and her
crotch hard up against mine. She's staring at me with those huge
blue eyes and I feel like fainting.

She smiles and presses her hips harder against me, causing me to
harden uncomfortably. She whispers something, I don't hear what
it is, but she smiles and slides her hand down my hip.

I feel her holding me against her, pinning me to her body. I feel
lost now, confused. I blink and she's leading me off the bus.

"Are you OK?" she said.

I nod and she smiles at me again, then walks away with a little
wave of her hand.

I spend the day thinking about her, unable to concentrate on
anything else. Her face fills my vision, my thoughts my very soul
until I am driven mad wanting her.

--

I wake up sweating. It was that dream again, the one with that
woman from the bus. She is so lovely, so beautiful that I choke
up and start to cry. I don't want to travel on the bus today, I
know she'll be there, waiting to steal my heart and my soul.

I cry out and bite my hand, hurting it, reasserting control of
myself.

Breakfast is Branflakes, I need my fibre. After my shower and the
cleaning of my teeth, I dress and leave for the job centre again,
hoping to find a part-time job to occupy my time.

I wait for the bus and soon stand amongst others waiting for the
262. One comes a few minutes later, it looks packed. I know I'll
not get into it. It drives away and I sigh, another bus will be
along in twenty minutes.

Then a silver 3 series BMW with dark tinted windows pulls up. The
passenger door opens and I look around to see who they want.
There is no one else there. I bend and find myself staring into
the eyes of the beautiful brunette.

"Hello, let me give you a lift!" she smiles.

I feel myself getting into the car before I have a chance to
think straight. She drives off and doesn't go to Stratford,
instead she circles and drives back into Beckton.

I look at her and start to say something, she waves her hand and
mutters something. I couldn't quite understand why, but her
little burst of lingo made me want to relax and enjoy the ride.
She drives up to a heavily bushed house that is obscured from the
road.

She stooped in front of the large garage and it opens up
automatically, letting her drive in. When she had parked she
turned to me.

"Come, I want to show you something special!"

I follow her out of the car and into the main house through a
connecting door. She has a nice place, lots of wood and dark rugs
on the wooden floors. She leads me to a large sofa and parks me
on it.

"Drink?"

"Ah, just a fruit juice for me thanks." I said.

"Healthy eater, that's good." she said and hands me a cold glass
of drink, "I'll be back shortly!"

I sit there sipping from the glass and raising my eyebrows at the
fact that it was my favourite flavour, pineapple and coconut
water.

It was only after she had gone for a few minutes and I had drunk
half the glass that I realise that she didn't move from the spot
and yet had given me a glass of cold drink. From where?

She comes back into the room and is now dressed in a long black
gown, a slit down the one side revealing her long shapely leg as
she walks and the gown billows about her body.

Trailing behind her is a young girl of about sixteen or so. She
looks strangely familiar somehow, maybe I had seen her with the
girl before, but I am sure I have seen her somewhere.

"This is Paul, do you remember him?" she smiled as she asks.

I am confused, I look at the pretty girl in the short dress with
the sexy body and look back at her again.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a girl!" I say, laughing nervously.

"Oh, it's a girl now, but she was a man before!" she tells me.

Her eyes seem large and threatening now and I don't want to mock
her.

"I don't understand!" I say nervously, "Is this some kind of
trick?"

"No, it's no trick. He misbehaved and I punished him.” she tells
me, “He will remain like this, grow from a lovely young girl you
see into a beautiful woman and freely give herself to any man who
wishes her. There is even a very sex-starved old man living not
far from here who already has his eye on her. I'm going to give
him full access to my 'daughter' whenever his wishes it."

I remember the glass of drink and that fact that she hadn't moved
when she produced the cold, filled glass of juice. I am getting
frightened now.

"Why are you telling me all this? Why did you bring me here?" I
ask, still glancing at the serious young girl who had not spoken
since she entered the room.

"Can't you guess?" she asks me.

I can't think, let along guess.

"I'm not into children! She's too young for me!" I said sharply,
but not too sharply.

I don't want to incur her wrath.

"I didn't bring you here for her." she lifts her hand up and
makes a 'come here!' motion.

I feel myself getting up even before I knew what is going on. She
makes another wave of her hand and I stagger towards her until I
am facing her, my chest almost touching hers.

"There, does that make it much more clear to you?" she asks me
again with a smile.

"What do you want with an old black man?” I ask, my voice
trembling with both fear and anticipation.

"You don't remember me do you?" she smiles.

She lifts a photograph in front of me.

It was me, Pamela, Pam's  sister, Wendy Spelling and her daughter
Victoria Spelling. The teenaged girl had been devastated by the
death of her father, bonding with me when she had first seen me
at aged ten.

She came to the house every day when she turned thirteen and
often sought my lap. On the nights she stayed at our house, she
would crawl into our bed. I was often quite bothered by this as I
slept naked with my wife every night. The little girl would
squeeze in between us and hug her small, budding body against me,
squeezing my half and sometimes fully erect cock between her
plump thighs while I was sleeping.

It was one morning when she was fourteen, I woke up to use the
toilet that I discovered what she had done.

During the night she had wedged my cock up between her buttocks
until it pressed firmly against her anus. Then she had kept
pushing back at me until my cock eased slowly up her very tight
young backside and lodged firmly up inside her rectum.

She kept feeding me up her bum until I was half buried up her.
When I woke during the night I nearly had a fit. I tried to pull
out, but she winced and said that it hurt her, so I spent the
rest of the night with my cock up the girl's backside. When Pam
woke she smiled at us.

"Aww! You two look so sweet like that!" she leaned over and
pulled my face to hers, kissing me.

The action caused my cock to dig deeper into the girl, making her
gasp.

"You two stay like that!" she said and ran naked across the room
to get her camera, taking a photo of what appeared to be me and
her niece hugging in our bed. My cock throbbed as Victoria
clenched her buttocks together. I almost gasped when she raised
up to pull the sheet up, driving more of my cock deeper into her
gripping anus.

Pam came back into the bed and lay down facing us. She started
chatting with me and her niece, reaching under the sheet to
stroke the child's hip and then rocking her back and forth
against me as she giggled with the girl.

Every attempt to remove my cock and get out of the bed the girl
would gasp and winch loud.

"What's the matter Honey?" Pam asked the girl.

"My belly hurts when I stay still too long." she said, "I think I
just need to lay here a bit longer. I feel better when Uncle
Keith hugs me!"

She was pressing back against me and sucking more of my cock up
into her tight little rear.

"Oh Keithy, hug her. I don't want her to go back to her mother
complaining about us!" Pam said.

She grabbed my arms and wrapped them around the girl.

"Pammie, I'm naked!" I said frantically.

She ignored me and left me alone in the room with the little
girl. As soon as she was gone, Victoria began moving against me.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she gasped, rocking her small hips and sliding
my cock in and out of her clinging bowels. "Oooooh!"

"Victoria! What are you doing!!" I gasped, grabbing hold of her
hips and stopping her from moving.

I pulled back, but before I could slip out of her tight little
bottom she dug her fingers into my hand.

"Leave it in or I'll tell!!" she whispered sharply and I froze.

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"If you take it out I'll tell my mummy you hurt my bottom!" she
said and then she pressed her arse backwards, squeezing my cock
back up into her tight little bum again.

"Ahhhhh! It's nice!!” she gasped and then began to fuck her arse
on my cock again, taking my hand and placing it on her firm,
apple-sized breast.

I was frozen in the bed, laying there and letting her bugger
herself on my cock. I gasped, my balls pulling. She was getting
me hot, hunching back against me, rotating her hips and sliding
my cock deeper and deeper into her bowels until I gasped, cumming
hard up into her bum.

"Oooooh! Lovely!" she cooed, "Just like it used to be with my
Daddy!"

I found her in my bed every morning after that, I woke with my
cock lodged deep in her tight little backside and this happened
until she went home again a month later.

I never allowed her back at the house, always making excuses and
taking Pamela out on trips. Finally I 'found' a lovely place back
in London, many miles away from the 'evil' little girl.

That had been nearly ten years ago. Now, as I looked into those
blue, blue eyes, I recognised that 'something' that I never
noticed before. I could see little Victoria's face in the woman
before me.

She sees my recognition and smiles broadly.

"Hello Uncle Keithy!"



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