The Charmed Ones 1 (MF, Mg, Fdom, Anal, Magic)
by Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.







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 mistreat the
residents. 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 had a bit of a stomach now too, I didn't do very much any more,
but I didn'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 with my dead end life.
Now I just took 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 white 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 hotshot
who thought she was his ideal mate. She looked at him and laughed
hard, 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 stood in the bus again and found myself pressed up against
her. She was facing me, her breasts poking into my chest and her
crotch against mine. She's staring at me with those huge blue
eyes and I felt like fainting. She smiled and pressed her hips
harder against me, causing me to harden uncomfortably. She
whispered something, I didn't hear what it was, but she smiles
and slides her hand down my hip. I feel her holding me against
her, pinning me to her. 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 woke 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 soul.
I cry out and bit 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.
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 drove up
to a heavily bushed house that was obscured from the road. She
stooped in front of the large garage and it opened, letting her
drive in. When she had parked she turned to me.
"Come, I want to show you something special!"
I followed her out of the car and into the main house through a
connecting door. She had a nice place, lots of wood and dark rugs
on the wooden floors. She led me to a large sofa and parked me on
it.
"Drink?"
"Ah, just a fruit juice for me thanks." I said.
"Healthy eater, that's good." she said and handed me a cold glass
of drink. "I'll be back shortly!"
I sat 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 realised that she didn't move from
the spot and yet had given me a glass of cold drink. But from
where?
She came back into the room and was now dressed in a long black
gown, a slit down the one side revealing her long shapely leg as
she walked and the gown billowed about her body.
Trailing behind her was a young girl of about sixteen. She looked
familiar somehow, maybe I had seen her with the girl before.
"This is Paul, do you remember him?" she smiled as she asked.
I was confused, I looked at the pretty girl in the short dress
and looked back at her again.
"I'm sorry, I thought it was a girl!" I said, laughing nervously.
"Oh, it's a girl now, but she was a man before!" she said.
Her eyes seemed large and threatening now.
"I don't understand!" I said nervously, "Is this some kind of
trick?"
"No, it's no trick. He misbehaved and I punished him. 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 remembered the glass of drink and that fact that she hadn't
moved when she produced the filled glass of juice.
"Why are you telling me this? Why did you bring me here?" I
asked, still glancing at the serious young girl who had not
spoken since she entered the room.
"Can't you guess?" she asked me.
I couldn't think let along guess.
"I'm not into children!" I said sharply, but not too sharply. I
didn't want to incur her wrath.
"I didn't bring you here for her." she lifted her hand up and
made a 'come here!' motion.
I felt myself getting up even before I knew what was going on.
She made another wave of her hand and I staggered towards her
until I was facing her, my chest almost touching hers.
"There, does that make it much more clear to you?" she asked.
"What do you want with an old black man like me?” I asked, my
voice trembling with both fear and anticipation.
"You don't remember me do you?" she smiled.
She lifted a photograph in front of me. It was me, Pamela, Pam's
sister, Wendy Spelling and her daughter Victoria Spelling. The
little girl had been devastated by the death of her father,
bonding with me when she had first seen me. She came to the house
every day 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 body
against me, squeezing my half and sometimes fully erect cock
between her plump thighs. It was one morning when 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 bum. 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 child'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
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 rapped
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. 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.
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. 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 fifteen 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 saw my recognition and smiled broadly.
"Hello Uncle Keithy!"


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