Fuckin' Witch Valentine Day

by Harvey Marcus

Copyright© 2011 by Harvey Marcus

Sex Story: Mr. Marcus's neighbor Alesha is back, with a heart on. Soon after, Mr. Marcus has one, too.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Humor   First   Safe Sex   .

Ding-dong.

Wouldn't you know it? My wife left for one her self-selected evening civic obligations and I was about ready to settle down and indulge myself in a few adult stories I downloaded off the Web. Suddenly I had unexpected company.

"Coming," I hollered. I was sure they couldn't hear me.

I peeked out the small window of the front door. It looked like Alesha; at least from her body shape. She was wearing a plastic Cupid mask with a painted on cherubic smile that covered what I remembered was an extraordinarily ugly face. We hadn't had contact since our Halloween fuck. I mean, what reason would I have had for getting in touch with the recent college freshman? It's not like we had anything in common except the space between her thighs that evening. I opened the door.

"Hello, Harvey. It's okay if I call you that, right?"

The voice confirmed her identity. "Sure, Alesha, come on in. What can I do for you?"

My penis was expanding at the memories this visit was triggering. "Locked out again?" I guessed.

"No. I came here to, uh, listen, mind if I sit down. I'm kind of nervous."

She'd been an absolute tiger in bed. This behavior didn't match. The topic must have been serious. I hadn't gotten her pregnant, had I? "Sure, make yourself at home. Can I take your coat?" She'd be showing at three and a half months.

I hung her trench coat in the closet. Besides the mask, she wore a tight red tube top and tight red shorts. No baby bulge, thank goodness. Our February weather was nice but not that nice. Her smooth flat stomach and long shapely legs were pale pink in comparison. Alesha held onto a brown paper bag she carried. I joined her on our favorite sofa.

"I'm going to a Valentine's Day Party. It's a costume party, and I wanted someone's opinion about my costume."

"You couldn't ask your Mom or Dad?"

"No, you'll see why. So, will you tell me what you think?"

"Actually, I'm flattered that you picked me. It looks quite appropriate. Red and all. And the outfit highlights your best qualities." I stopped from saying anything about the mask covering her ugly face.

"Oh no. This isn't the costume, but thanks anyway, I mean, for the complement." She stuck her chest out further in pride.

"Any time." I imagined the nipples that I'd stroked and pulled. The memory was surprisingly vivid.

"No, the costume is in the bag. Can I use your bathroom to change?"

"Sure, you know where it is." I was intrigued about what kind of costume would fit in such a small bag.

She snuck tentatively down the hallway. I heard the bathroom door shut.

I didn't have long to wait for her to return. "Well, what do you think?"

There was a filmy red top with long sleeves, tied in front with three bows. The bottom piece was a transparent skirt of the same see-through red material. It was what Alesha wore underneath that was so tantalizing. Or maybe I should say what she didn't wear. There were three shiny heart-shaped pasties, one covering each nipple and one larger one covering her pubic area, but just barely. She was essentially naked, and as desirable as ever.

"What kind of party is this?" I asked.

"It's more of an orgy. Only special popular people were invited. There's a $500 prize for the sexiest costume, and I could really use the money for school and stuff."

So, ugly Alesha was one of the select popular people. I didn't want to sign up for a group photo from that gathering, even if it was an orgy.

I was tempted to write her a check myself. My penis was bent over in my slacks and trying to straighten itself out by filling with blood, blood that was pulsing hot through the rest of me. With the mask on, I didn't have to try and avoid looking above Alesha's neck. "If you don't win the contest, then the judges are blind."

"Oh thank you, Harvey." Alesha bounced over, plopped herself down in my lap and gave me a hug. Her bare bottom rubbed against my folded erection, making my condition worse. Her breasts pressed into my upper arm and chest. Her arrival was so sudden my arm was trapped between our bodies. My fingers were along side her bare thigh. "Oh, you do like it," she said, squirming against my erection. "Listen, could we, you know, uh, do it again?"

Given Alesha's previous aggressive behavior, asking permission was a bit strange, but so were these circumstances. Maybe she wore the mask because she was self-conscious about my reaction to her face the last time. It wasn't really that bad. On second thought, yeah, it was. The mask could stay. "Sure, but let's go to the bedroom."

I followed Alesha's swaying bare ass down the hallway. She went slowly.

"Last door," I directed. Didn't she remember?

Alesha turned and waited while I got ready. After all, she had a head start on getting undressed. I threw my shirt and socks and slacks into a haphazard pile. My erection was full and proud, pointing at her with a drop of moisture at the tip.

"Wow," she said.

"Why, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's just, like, uh, I didn't remember it being so big." It throbbed at the comment, trying to get even bigger.

I undid the three bows on her top and slid the gossamer jacket from her shoulders. My hands were going to remove the breast pasties but she guided my hands away from their targets. "Leave them on for a little while, okay?"

"Sure, whatever you want."

"Why don't you lie down?" she asked.

I did, and she moved up to straddle my groin with her legs. She took my erection in hand and guided it to her pussy behind the heart-shaped covering. It was moist and I could feel the heat. Alesha shook, more nervous than last time. She moved me around, looking for the right spot, and pulled me into her, just past the outer lips of her cunt. I moved my hips up, and found it difficult to go any deeper. She put her hand back and tried to assist, pulling my dick up into her cunt, but even she had trouble.

"Maybe we need to get you lubricated," I suggested.

I slid down, my face between her thighs, my body hanging off the end of the bed. My tongue probed her reluctant opening. The vigor of my attack tore the shiny cardboard heart and tape from her lower belly. I set the prop aside. "Don't want to ruin your costume." I massaged her bare buttocks with my fingers as I resumed using my tongue up and down, flicking it when I though I was close to her clit just for added stimulation.

Alesha was leaning over, keeping her balance with outstretched arms, her belly rippling. "Oh, oh, oh, Harvey, oh, this feels so good, oh, I've never felt so good."

Well, maybe my memory was faulty, but I thought our last get together gave her some significant pleasure.

Her hips undulated. "Oh, I'm ready to put it in now. I can't wait."

I slid back up and repositioned my groin under hers. This time I did the placing, using my fingers to spread her cunt lips open. She was certainly tight. Maybe the cunt flesh of young women is more resilient than I knew.

She lowered herself and I came up. Still my advance was foiled. Alesha took a deep breath, held it, and jammed herself down on my steel erection. "Ooooowww," she gasped at the thrust.

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" I knew that young women did not grow back their hymens, and that was the sound of a virgin's cherry getting broken. Or maybe they do grow back their hymens. I'm no expert on this stuff.

Alesha sat still, shaking from the violent joining. She ran her hands up and down, from her cunt up across her belly, over her tits pulling off the taped-on stickers. Seeing Alesha massage herself was really erotic. After a few of those motions, her hands continued up to her neck and across her face, over the top of her head. I closed my eyes, knowing that seeing her face would turn me off right then and there. My erection started to wilt at the thought. At its smaller size, it slid a couple more inches into her cunt, which was wet and throbbing. I peeked through my eyelids. There, sitting on my partially deflated dick, was one of the cutest young women I'd ever seen. Pert turned up nose, high cheekbones, sculpted chin. She was pretty enough to be a model. And she was perched on my dick, which was regaining its length and girth.

"You're not Alesha," I said the obvious.

"No, I'm Vanessa, her twin sister."

Twin my ass. Vanessa was gorgeous, nothing like her witch sister. "So, what are you doing here, sitting with my dick buried in your cunt?"

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