Wilma: By Purplecat.

Wilma Samuels stepped through her
front door and dropped her backpack in
the hall. She went into the living
room and found it empty. She knew her
mom was home because her car was in
the carport, and there was a car that
Wilma didn't recognize parked behind
it.

"Mom," she called softly.

There was no answer so she went into
the kitchen. It was empty too. She
went back to the hall and picked up
her backpack, and went up the stairs.
She saw her grandmother Opal, standing
in the hall with her ear pressed
against her mother's bedroom door.

"What are you doing Grams," she asked.

Her Grams held her forefinger in front
of her lips.

"Shhh, I'm listening to your mom fuck
some stranger," she said.

"GRAMS!" Wilma said.

"Be quiet and listen," Grams
whispered.

Wilma pressed her ear to the door, and
heard soft moans and sighs. They heard
the slapping of flesh on flesh, and
suddenly it was quiet.

"I think they're finished, we'd better
hide," Grams whispered again.

They quickly went into Wilma's room
and pressed their ears against the
inside of her door. After a while they
heard her mother's door open and
close. When they heard footsteps on
the stairs, Wilma cracked her door and
heard the front door close. She ran to
her window and saw the man go around
his car, Wilma was shocked. He was a
young man of about nineteen or twenty
and he was black.

"Why is she doing this Grams?" Wilma
asked, tears welling in her eyes.

Opal was a very outspoken person.

"I think it's because your dad is not
fucking her," she said.

"How do you know?"

"Your mother told me he can't get it
up anymore."

"But daddy will find out and they'll
be divorced and I'll be going back and
forth between their homes and I'll
have a black man for a step daddy,"
Wilma cried.

"Don't be silly girl, she only fucked
him, I'm sure she's not thinking of
marrying anybody. I fucked lots of men
when your grandpa was alive, but I
still loved him."

"But if daddy finds out he'll be heart
broken."

"We can't let him find out. Can we?"

"How did you find out? You usually
take a nap in the afternoon."

"I was lying down but I couldn't
sleep. I heard voices in the hall, and
peeked out of my door. I saw them
going into your mom's room. I listened
at the door the whole time. They were
in there for almost an hour I heard
your mom say she was cumming three
times."

Wilma knew what cumming was she'd cum
many times by using her fingers.

"We have to do something to help
daddy," Wilma cried.

Opal looked at her granddaughter for a
long time, and then seemed to make a
decision.

"If you promise not to tell your mom,
I'll tell you something."

"I promise," Wilma said, and stopped
crying.

"You know the old trunk in the attic?"

"The one that belonged to Greatgrams,
and I'm not supposed to ever open?"

"That's the one, go up and look in
it."

"It's locked."

"I'll give you the key, from now on
it's your trunk."

They went to Opal's room and she went
to her jewelry box and got the key.

"Better go down and let your mom know
your home before you go to the attic,"
Opal said.

Celia Samuels felt good, she always
felt good after a good fucking, and
she'd just had a beauty. She met the
young man at the mall, He was selling
shoes and she decided to fuck him the
instant she saw him. He was trying
shoes on her and his touch on her feet
and legs made her pussy so wet that
her panties were sticking to her.

"To bad you have to work this
afternoon," she said, smiling.

"I haven't had lunch yet I can leave
whenever I get ready. What did you
have in mind?" He grinned.

"I know exactly what kind of shoes I'm
looking for. I have a pair that are
wore out. Maybe you could come to my
house and see them. If you don't have
them maybe you could order them for
me."

"Yes of course. Where do you live?"

"You can just follow me home." She
said.

She knew her mother would be taking
her afternoon nap.

After he fucked her the young man left
without asking about the shoes.

"Hi mom," Wilma said.

Celia was jerked out of her day dream.

"You're home early aren't you?" she
asked.

"Cheer leader practice was cancelled
because of a teachers meeting."

"How long have you been here?"

"Just got here," Wilma lied.

Wilma saw her mother breathe a sigh of
relief. What Wilma wasn't telling her
was her afternoon classes were all
cancelled because of the meeting.
She'd gone to her friend Amy's house
and spent a couple of hours before
coming home.

Wilma left the kitchen and went
directly to the attic. She stood in
front of the old trunk trembling with
excitement. This trunk had been in her
family as long as she could remember
and she wasn't allowed to touch it.
With her hand shaking she put the key
in the lock and opened it.

She lifted the lid, and right on top
was a big book. It had strange symbols
on it that meant nothing to Wilma. She
opened the book and read the first
page.

`If you're reading this, and you're
not my great granddaughter this book
will disintegrate in ten seconds,' it
said.

Nothing happened so Wilma turned the
page.

"You must be my great grand daughter,"
the book said but there was nothing on
the page Wilma actually heard a voice.

"Who are you?" Wilma asked.

"I'm your great grandmother," the book
said.

"How can that be?" Wilma asked.

"I'm a witch and I left this book for
you."

"There's no such thing as a witch,"
Wilma said.

"That's funny because I am one, and so
are you."

"I'm a witch?"

"Full blown, all you need is a little
education."

"Education, what do you mean?"

"The pages of this book tell you
everything you need to know, and until
my life source runs out I'll be here
to help you."

"I just want to help my daddy get it
up again," Wilma said.

"Penis erectus, page thirty-eight,"
the book said.

Wilma turned to page thirty-eight. She
read the ingredients of the spell.

"Where can I find bat wings, toad
tongues and beetle eyes?" she asked

"It's all in the bottom of the trunk
my dear," the book said.

It was true Wilma found everything she
needed in the bottom of the trunk. It
was all in plainly marked jars. There
were many jars with strange items in
them. There were lion claws, leopard
lips, sharks teeth, snake fangs and
many other items.

"If you're a witch and I'm a witch,
are mom and Gram witches too?"

"Yes, but they aren't allowed to
practice witchcraft."

"Why is that?"

"At the last witch council meeting it
was agreed that witchcraft can only be
practiced by every third generation. I
made your grandmother promise not to
practice and not to tell my
granddaughter that she's a witch."

"So mom's a witch and don't even know
it."

"That's right."

"Will this stuff really help my daddy
get it up?"

"Yes. Why are you so interested in
helping him get a hard-on are you
going to fuck him?"

"Heavens no he's my father. Mom is
cheating on him because he can't get
it up, so I want to help him so she
won't cheat any more."

The book laughed a loud cackling
laugh.

"She's a witch, witches will fuck
anything. Do you have a dog? If you do
I'll bet she's fucking him too."

"We don't have a dog,"

"Better get one, they're a great fuck.
That's one bad thing about being stuck
in this book, no pussy," the book
said, and cackled again.

"I don't fuck anything," Wilma said.

"You must be a virgin. Once you get
fucked you will. How old are you
anyway?"

"Thirteen."

"Just the right age to start fucking,
that's how old I was when I started,"
The book said.

"I'm not starting until I'm Married."

The book cackled again, and Wilma
closed it shutting off the voice.
After locking the trunk she took the
book to her room. She laid it on the
bed and sat next to it. She opened it
to page thirty-eight.

"That wasn't very nice, cutting me off
just when I was having a good laugh,"
the book said.

"Let's get started on this `Penis
Erectus' thing," Wilma said.

"It's not a thing, it's a spell."

"Okay spell, let's get started on it."

Under the list of ingredients were
complete instructions as Wilma read
it, the book spoke the words. When she
finished she smiled.

"This will be easy and fun," she said.

"It takes almost a whole day to make
it," the book said.

"This is Friday, mom and dad go out
for dinner and a movie on Fridays.
Grams always has a date with one of
her boy friends. We'll make it tonight
while they're gone."

"You can't make it one evening."

"Sure I can, you just watch me," Wilma
grinned.

"I can't see, but you still can't make
it in one evening."

Wilma took the ingredients she needed
from the trunk and hid them in her
room. After her parents and
grandmother left she ran to her room
and got them along with the book. She
put everything on the kitchen counter
and opened the book to page thirty-
eight.

"You read everything to me so I don't
mess up," she said.

"Did you bring the mortar and pestle
from the trunk?"

"No I didn't."

"You'll need that to grind the dry
ingredients into a fine powder."

"Just read them off," Wilma said.

The book read them off and Wilma
carefully measured everything and put
it in the blender. When everything was
in she turned it on.

"What's that?" the book asked.

"That's my automatic mortar and
pestle," Wilma laughed.

In a few minutes it was finished.

"What's next?" Wilma asked.

"A large pot, I always used my
cauldron."

"I don't have one of those so we'll
use this big bowl."

Wilma took a big plastic bowl out of
the cabinet.

"Now I pee in the bowl, right?"

"Right,"

Wilma had removed her panties in her
bedroom so she just squatted above the
bowl and peed.

"Now I rub my pussy until I cum,
right?"

"Right and make sure all dripping
juice from your pussy goes into the
pot."

This was the fun part, Wilma rubbed
her pussy moaning. There was plenty of
juice dripping into the bowl, she had
a very wet pussy. After she came she
looked up at the book.

"Is that it?"

"Dip your hand down in the piss and
wash the rest of your pussy juice into
the pot."

"Okay that's done, now what?"

"Pour in the dry ingredients and put
it on the fire. Boil it down until you
get a thin paste then spread it out on
a cookie sheet and put it in the sun
until it dries."

Wilma put it in the microwave and
minutes later spread the paste out on
a clean plastic bag then she put a
towel over it and dried it with her
hair drier.

"All done," she said.

`I can't believe it; all these new
fangled gadgets have made
witchcrafting easy," the book said.

The next morning Wilma woke up early,
she usually slept until ten on
Saturday, but today she was too
excited to sleep. She pulled off her
panties and masturbated. Her mom and
Grams always went shopping on
Saturday. She was having her fourth
orgasm when she heard her mom's car
start. She ran to the window and
watched as they backed out of the
driveway.

The night before the book had
explained in detail how to cast the
spell. She took a tiny pinch of the
powder from the zip-lock bag she'd put
it in and placed it in her palm.

Her dad was sitting in his chair
watching the history channel like he
always did on Saturday.

"Morning dad," she said.

"Morning sweetheart," he said.

She held her hand palm up in front of
her face and blew the powder in his
face.

"PENIS ERECTUS," she said in a loud
voice.

Her father stared at her with a
dumfounded look on his face. He
suddenly stood up and dropped his
pajama bottoms to the floor. His hard
cock was sticking out, and was jerking
up and down. Wilma gasped she'd never
seen a real cock before; she'd seen
plenty on the internet but never a
real one. She just stood there and
stared at it.

Her father grabbed her arm and threw
her on the couch. Her legs flew up,
and her night gown rode up, baring her
virgin pussy. Before she knew what was
happening her father was on top of
her. He rammed his hard cock into her
with one long stroke. She screamed
from the pain but at the same time she
loved the feel of his cock in her. The
pain went away quickly but the joy of
being fucked didn't. She pulled her
knees up to her shoulders and thrust
her pussy up at him.

She came screaming and threw her arms
around his neck. She thrust herself up
at him harder. He never stopped
slamming into her.

"Oh God fuck me," she screamed, and
came again.

She was having her third orgasm when
she felt his pistoning cock spew into
her. He lay still breathing hard.

"Oh God what have I done?" he said.

"Its okay daddy, I liked it," Wilma
said.

She had her arms around his neck, and
her legs locked firmly around his
waist.

"This is incest," he said.

"I think incest is best, fuck me
again." She said, pumping her wet cunt
onto his still hard cock.

The feel of her pussy riding up and
down his cock was more than he could
stand. He started pounding into her
again.

Wilma had three more orgasms before he
came again.

Again he lay still gasping for air.

"We have to stop this I'm afraid we'll
get you pregnant," he said.

"I don't think so I just finished my
period yesterday, fuck me again."

"I don't think I can, I'm exhausted,"
he gasped.

"You're dick is still hard let me get
on top," she grinned.

They changed position and she slid her
cunt down on his cock. She fucked him
until he came twice more, she didn't
know how many times she came. Her body
was covered with sweat and she just
couldn't go on, she collapsed on top
of him.

"I can't fuck anymore we'll do it
again later," she said.

"I don't think so, we shouldn't have
done it this time," he said.

"But daddy I like to fuck, if you
don't fuck me I'll fuck somebody
else."

Paul Samuels couldn't believe what had
happened over the last hour. Before
his cock wouldn't get hard no matter
what he did, and now it wouldn't get
soft. He felt it jerking inside her
cunt. If they both weren't so
exhausted he would fuck her again
right now. He knew no matter how wrong
it was, as long as she wanted it, he
would fuck her.

"Don't do that baby, If you want to
we'll do it again later," he said.

"Promise?" she asked, squirming her
cunt around on his cock.

"Yes I promise."

She slid her tight pussy off of his
cock and cum streamed out of her onto
his stomach.

"Shit, you better get me a towel to
clean up this mess."

After she brought her dad a towel
Wilma went to her room and threw open
the book.

"You didn't tell me that when I cast
the spell I was gonna get fucked," she
said.

The book cackled.

"I guess I left that part out," the
book said, still cackling.

"Lucky for you I liked it, now all I
have to do is to somehow get on birth
control pills."

"Of course you liked it, you're a
witch, and all witches like to fuck.
What's a birth control pill?"

"Keeps you from getting pregnant, I'm
gonna need them, cause I'm gonna fuck
a lot."

You don't need birth control pills to
keep from getting pregnant, just turn
to page eighty-two."

Wilma quickly turned the pages.

`Babyon deletus.' It said it the top
of the page.

"This will keep me from getting
pregnant?"

"Works like charm, in fact it is a
charm," the book cackled.

"I can cast a spell on myself?"

"You can cast a spell on anybody
including yourself."

"I've always wanted bigger tits. Can I
make my tits grow?"

Page seventy-two," the book said.

After her parents and Grams went to
bed Wilma went down to the kitchen and
made the two spells. She put towels
over the blender to quiet it, and
turned off the microwave before it
beeped. She took the concoctions to
the car port and dried them on the
hood of her dads car.

When she returned to her room she
stopped and listened at her parent's
door. The soft cries and moans made
her grin. She went into her bathroom
stripped off her clothes and did the
Babyon deletus spell, and then she
sprinkled a little dust in her face
and said.

"BRESTUS EXTENDUS."

She was surprised her tits grew
immediately. Not much but enough that
she could tell it. The book warned her
about using too much powder because
she would have a hard time explaining
how she got double D tits in one day.

She was just crawling in bed when her
door opened and her daddy came in.

"Hi daddy," she said.

"Your mother's gone to sleep but my
cock hasn't," he grinned, his hard
cock sticking out of his pajamas

"Fuck me," Wilma said.

On Sunday Wilma studied the book, and
after her mother went to sleep her
daddy fucked her again.

The next day Wilma went to school. It
would have been a perfect day except
for Karen Williams. For some reason or
other Karen was always giving her a
hard time.

"When are you going to get some tits?"
Karen would ask.

"You'll wind up an old maid no one
will ever want a tit less bitch like
you," she would say.

Before it hurt, but now Wilma knew she
was going to have bigger tits than
Karen.

Karen was fifteen and was dating the
star quarterback of the football team
who was a senior. She was a stuck up
spoiled brat as far as Wilma was
concerned. Karen hated Wilma because
she was so smart. Even though she was
just thirteen she was already in high
school and in the same class as Karen.

That afternoon when Wilma got home she
kissed her mom and went to her room.
Grams was waiting for her.

"She did it again," Opal said.

"Did what?"

"Fucked that young black boy."

"I thought she'd stop when daddy could
get a hard-on again," Wilma said,
plainly disappointed.

"Your daddy can get a hard-on again,
how do you know?"

"Never mind how I know, I just do,"
Wilma grinned.

"Witchcraft huh?" Opal asked.

"Yep, but she's still doing it. What
are we going to do now?" Wilma asked,
tears welling in her eyes.

"Let's go down and confront her," Opal
said.

They found Celia in the kitchen
repotting a plant and day dreaming
about the black cock that fucked her
less than an hour ago. They sat down
at the kitchen table and watched her.

"We know all about that black boy
you're fucking," Opal said.

Celia turned around and smiled at
them.

"That's none of your fucking
business," she said.

"But what if dad finds out?"

"That's between your dad and me."

"Mom you have to stop, I don't want to
be a child of a broken home," Wilma
cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Like I said it's none of your
business, besides I have ten very good
reasons for fucking him."

What do you mean?" Opal asked.

"One for every inch of cock he shoves
up my pussy," Celia grinned.

"He has a ten inch cock?" Opal asked,
wide eyed.

"I'm guessing, but it's at least ten
maybe longer."

"Do you think he would fuck me?" Opal
asked.

Wilma almost said, `me too,' but she
didn't,

"I don't know, he might, you look
pretty good for a woman your age. He's
coming again tomorrow why don't you
ask him?"

"I certainly will," Opal grinned.

Wilma left the women in the kitchen
and ran upstairs. She threw open the
book.

"I have to make my dads cock bigger,"
she said.

"PENIS ERECTUS EXTEDUS, page thirty-
nine," the book said.

Wilma turned to page thirty-nine and
looked at the spell.

"Wow there's ten spells; I can make a
cock up to fifteen inches long or as
short as six inches. I think I'll make
my dad's cock twelve inches," Wilma
said.

"Yes twelve inch cocks are nice," the
book sighed.

After dinner Wilma volunteered to
clean up the kitchen. While doing so
she made two more spells.

When it was time for bed she kissed
her daddy goodnight and whispered in
his ear.

"Come to my room after moms asleep."

Paul smiled and winked at her.

When her daddy came into her room she
was ready for him. She was naked and
had the spell powder in her palm. She
blew it into his face.

"PENIS ERECTUS EXTENDUS DOCE," She
yelled.

Paul got the dumfounded look on his
face. Wilma stared at his cock it was
growing not just in length but in
thickness too. When it was almost
twelve inches Wilma lay down and
spread her legs. Paul jumped on her
and drove his long thick cock into her
tight pussy. She put her hand in her
mouth and bit down hard to keep from
screaming. It hurt at first, but her
pussy became more accustom to it and
she started cumming.

She came twice more before her daddy
filled her pussy with sperm. He lay
there for a moment then he raised up
and looked down. He pulled all the way
out of her and sat on the edge of the
bed staring at his big hard cock. He
put his hand around it and stroked up
and down it as if he were testing it
to see if it was real.

"Oh my Gawwd," he said.

"It really got big didn't it?" Wilma
said.

"How could this happen?"

"It must be a miracle from God."

"You're right I've prayed for a bigger
cock for years. Now my prayers have
been answered."

"That settles it, that's what it was,
now fuck me again."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes I liked it, fuck me again."

"It's really beautiful isn't it," Paul
grinned.

"Yes it is, fuck me,"

"Looks good enough to eat, doesn't
it?"

He was right it did look good enough
to eat. She leaned over and took the
big head in her mouth and sucked.

"That feels real nice sweetheart. but
I think I'd like to fuck you again."

Wilma now knew why her mother liked to
fuck big cocks not only did they feel
terrific, but it was comforting
knowing there were a few extra inches
there if you needed them.

Paul left Wilma's room exhausted; she
made him promise not to fuck her
mother until tomorrow when she was
wide awake.

The next day Wilma skipped her last
class and hurried home. She found her
mom in the kitchen.

"Didn't your black boyfriend come
today?" she asked.

"Yeah he's up stairs fucking your
grandma." Celia grinned,

Wilma rushed to her room and back to
the living room. She whipped off her
panties in her room because she knew
she'd be fucked when she cast the
spell. The black man came down the
stairs and smiled when he saw Wilma.

"You must be Celia's daughter," he
said.

Wilma blew the spell powder in his
face.

"PENIS ERECTUS EXTENDUS SEIS," she
yelled.

The man got the dumfounded look on his
face and pulled out his hard cock.
Wilma stared at it, this spell was
supposed to make his cock six inches
long, but instead it was growing. She
watched as his cock grew six inches
longer and proportionally in
thickness. She knew she was going to
be fucked so she tried to get away. He
grabbed her and threw her on the
couch. She screamed as he entered her,
and kept screaming as he pushed more
and more thick cock into her.

Celia came rushing from the kitchen
and Opal came running down the stairs.
Both women froze at the site of the
big cock reaming Wilma.

"Holy fuck, I'm fucking that," Opal
said.

"Me too," Celia said.

They watched as Wilma kept screaming,
she was screaming because she couldn't
stop cumming. The man finally came and
the two women grabbed him and drug him
up stairs. Wilma limped up to her room
and threw open the book.

I did a six inch spell on this guy and
his cock grew instead of shrinking.
What did I do wrong?"

"If you do a PENIS ERECTUS EXTENDUS
on a cock that is longer than what the
spell calls for it makes the cock grow
that much," the book said.

"So I made his cock grow six inches."

"That's right you can't make a cock
smaller with that spell you have to
use PENIS ERECTUS DETENDUS page
forty."

Wilma flopped onto her bed.

"I'm not sure I want to make it
smaller it felt wonderful," she
sighed.

The book cackled.

For the next few days Wilma
concentrated on her tits. They grew a
little every night. On Saturday she
waited until her mom and Grams went
shopping then she went down to fuck
her dad. After they fucked she pushed
him up and looked into his eyes.

"If mom was fucking someone else, what
would you do?" she asked.

Paul laughed.

"Honey your mom is always fucking
someone else. Would you believe she
fucked another guy on our wedding
night?"

"You're kidding."

"Nope, she fucked the bellboy that
brought our campaign while I watched."

"And you let her?"

"I loved it, she always tells me about
fucking other guys, that's how we keep
our sex fresh,"

"You know about the young black guy?"

"You mean the guy with ten inches that
magically turned to sixteen inches.
Yes I know all about that.

"You do?"

"Yes and I'm wondering if maybe you
had something to do with it. Suddenly
I have a twelve inch cock and your
mother's lover has a sixteen inch
cock. Do you know anything about
that?"

"No sir," Wilma lied.

Wilma stopped worrying about her
parents and started concentrating on
her breast and school. She went from
an A bra to a B bra and then to a C.
Karen never let up on her.

"Look the tit less wonder is growing
some tits. I bet they taste like foam
rubber," Karen laughed, and so did all
of her friends.

Wilma had all she could stand. She
stood in front of the mirror and did
the spell until her tits were where
the size she wanted them. She borrowed
one of her mothers DD bras and went to
school. Karen was waiting for her.

"Look everyone she's cornered the
market on foam rubber," Karen laughed.

"They're real," Wilma said.

"Sure they are, real foam rubber,"
Karen said laughing harder.

All of her friends were laughing just
as hard as Karen.
Wilma was burning, her face was as red
as a beet.

"Okay smart ass, come home with me
after school and I'll show them to
you."

"I'll come home with you if you'll
give them to me. They'd make nice
pillows for my couch."

Karen and her friends all laughed
again.

Sure I'll give them to you. Meet me
here after school."

Wilma was a little surprised that
Karen was waiting, but she was glad
she was. As they walked down the
sidewalk towards her house Wilma was
quiet but Karen's mouth was going
constantly. Wilma heard gossip about
every girl in her class. Not only was
Karen a smart ass, but she was also a
busybody.

When they got to her house Wilma took
her straight to her room. She closed
her door and went to her spell drawer.
She picked up the spell she wanted and
put a pinch in her hand. Then she
turned around and blew it into Karen's
face.

"SWINUS CHANGEUS," She yelled.

The little pig was squealing and
trying to separate it's self from
Karen's clothes. When it finally did
its feet were tangled in a pair of
thong panties. Wilma fell on the bed
laughing.

The pig stopped squealing and stood
there looking at Wilma.

"Oink," the pig said.

Wilma sat up and looked at it."

"One oink for yes, two oinks for no,
okay?" Wilma said, laughing again.

"Oink," the pig said.

Wilma got off the bed and grabbed the
pig it squealed, but she ignored it.
She took it into the bathroom and put
it on the vanity in front of the
mirror.

"Do you like your new look," she
giggled.

"Oink, oink."

"If you're a good little pig I might
change you back. Are you going to be
good?"

"Oink."

Wilma took off her blouse and bra, and
pushed her big tits out at her.

"Do you like my big tits?"

"Oink."

"Good because I'm gonna let you lick
them."

She carried the pig back to her bed,
and put the pig on it.  She took off
her skirt and panties and lay down.

"Okay be a good little pig and lick my
tits."

The pig licked both of her nipples.
After a while Wilma grinned.

"Now lick my pussy."

"Oink, oink," the pig said.

"You like being a pig huh?"

"Oink, oink."

"Then start licking my pussy."

The pig scrambled between her legs and
started licking.

"Lick really deep down in my hole."

The pig did as she said.

"Use your nose and root my clit while
you lick deep inside me."

"Again the pig obeyed."

Wilma moaned and had an orgasm. The
pig kept licking, and she had another
orgasm. She pushed the pig away and
went to her drawer. She did the spell
that would change the pig back into
Karen. The poor girl sat there looking
down at her body and touching her
face. Everything seemed to be normal.

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"Never mind how I did it, just
remember that I can do it," Wilma
said.

"Oink, I mean yes," Karen said.

"If you tell anybody about this people
will think you're crazy and probably
lock you up."

"Don't worry I won't tell anybody."

Tomorrow at school you'll tell all of
your friends that my tits are real,
and that you licked them. You'll also
tell them how you ate my pussy.

"Do I have too?"

"Yes, if you don't I'll turn you back
into a pig and leave you that way."

"I'll tell them."

"Be sure I'm there when you do."

"From now on when were alone you'll
call me mistress."

"Yes mistress."

"You'll always do exactly as I say."

"Yes mistress."

"Suck my tits and lick my pussy
again," Wilma grinned.

The next morning Wilma stood there
smiling while Karen told her friends
about sucking her tits and pussy.
Wilma's friend Amy was listening too.
When Karen finished Wilma pulled her
aside.

"You did a good job," Wilma said.

"Thank you mistress," Karen said
looking at the ground.

Your boy friend usually drives you
home after school don't he?"

"Yes mistress."

"Tell him you want him to drive me
home this afternoon too."

"Yes mistress."

"Can you drive?"

"Yes mistress, I have a learners
permit and he lets me drive after
school."

"Good you drive and I'll fuck him in
the back of his van."

"What?"

"You heard me," Wilma said, sternly.

"Yes mistress, but are you sure he'll
do it with me there?"

"He'd fuck me in a room full of
faculty members if I wanted him to,"
Wilma grinned.

"Yes mistress."

"Be sure to drive around for a while,
I may fuck him two or three times."

"Yes mistress."

Chad Davis was a handsome young boy
and Wilma wanted to fuck him ever
since her dad fucked her the first
time.

As they walked to Chad's van Wilma
noticed him looking at her big tits.
She got in the back seat and sat right
behind Chad. Karen started the van and
pulled away. They were barely out of
the parking lot when Wilma tapped him
on the shoulder. When he turned around
she blew the powder in his face and
said the penis erectus spell. Chad
pulled out his cock and climbed over
the seat.

It turned out that she fucked him four
times. Actually he came four times she
lost count as to how many times she
came.

When they pulled into Wilma's driveway
she asked Karen to step out and talk
to her in private. They moved away
from the van.

"Your boyfriend has a pretty small
cock," Wilma said.

"You seemed to like it okay," Karen
said.

"I liked it fine, but wouldn't you
like him to have a bigger cock?"

"Yes I would."

"How big would you like it to be?"

"I don't know seven or eight inches I
guess."

"How about ten," Wilma grinned.

"You can do that?"

"Bring me home again tomorrow, and
I'll fuck him again only this time
he'll have a ten inch cock."

"Being your slave may not be so bad
after all," Karen grinned.

When Wilma went into the house the
phone was ringing, it was Amy.

"I heard Karen telling how she sucked
your tits and pussy," Amy said.

"She sure did, twice," Wilma said.

"I'm your best friend why didn't you
let me do it?"

"You can do it any time you like,"
Wilma grinned.

"How about tomorrow after school?"

"Okay come to my house, I'll be a
little late so just wait for me.

That evening Wilma was in her room
doing her homework, her door was open
so she heard the downstairs TV turn
off. The downstairs TV was never
turned off in the evening. She went
into the hall and half way down the
stairs. She heard her daddy talking.

"I think our house is haunted or
something," he said.

"What do you mean?" Celia asked.

"It'd been over a year since I had a
hard-on, then suddenly it won't get
soft. Then out of the blue I have a
twelve inch cock."

"You have twelve inch cock?" Opal
asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Hmmm," Opal said.

"And then your black boyfriend goes
from ten inches to sixteen inches in
an instant. To top everything off my
daughter suddenly grows double D
tits," Paul continued.

"Let's get back to the twelve inch
cock," Opal said.

Paul ignored her.

"There's something very strange going
on here," he said.

There's a perfectly plausible
explanation for all of this," Opal
said.

"I'd like to hear it," Paul said,

"Me too," Celia said.

Opal took a deep breath, Wilma knew
she was about to spill the beans. She
ran down the stairs and into the
living room.

"I'M A WITCH," she screamed.

Her mother and father stared at her.

"It's about time you came clean you
little witch," Opal chuckled.

After much explaining Paul and Celia
began to believe that their daughter
was a witch.

"I'd like to see that book," Paul
said.

"You can see the book but you can't
read it," Wilma said.

"Why?" Paul asked.

"If anybody reads it but me it'll
disintegrate," Wilma explained.

Go get the book and let us see it,"
Celia said.

Wilma ran up and got the book. She sat
on the couch and opened it on her lap
being sure that no one else could see
inside.

"Where the fuck have you been I've
been closed almost all day," the book
said.

"That's my mama's voice." Opal
shouted.

"Opal is that you?" The book yelled.

"Yeah Mom it's me, your granddaughter
and grand son-in-law is here too."

"Grand son-in law huh, If I were there
I'd turn him into a dog and fuck him,"
the book said.

"God it's been years since I fucked a
dog," Opal said.

"Me too," Celia said.

"I've never fucked a dog. Want me to
turn you into a dog Daddy?"

Paul looked at the three women, his
cock throbbing."

"Can you turn me back?" he asked.

"Of course," Wilma grinned.

Okay let's do it," He said whipping
out his hard twelve inch cock.

Wilma ran to the kitchen to make the
spell.

The End.

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