Chapter 1

The mayor of Rosecliff Village was an elderly man who came into power with the help of witchcraft. His reign, however, brought a curse upon Rosecliff Village because he betrayed the witch who had helped him seize political power. She had not only cursed Rosecliff Village but his young daughter, Katrina, in revenge, too.

It all started in Katrina’s teen years when her best friend’s older brother deflowered her at a sleepover.

After all, Katrina had bloomed and blossomed into the beauty of Rosecliff Village. She was barely nineteen years old, but Katrina liked the attention she received from the men in her village. She didn’t care that some were even old enough to be her father, just that their eyes were on her and not the other women of Rosecliff Village. A few of those men were her father’s friends who had known Katrina ever since she was a little girl, except theirs were the lustful stares and compliments Katrina liked the most.

And so, Katrina had sex with one of them after her nineteenth birthday party late at night in her family’s barn. He was a portly man in his fifties with a wife and a nineteen-year-old son who was under Katrina’s spell as the entirety of Rosecliff Village was, too. He knew having sex with a teenage girl was wrong, especially the one his son loved. The man, however, couldn’t help himself, at least not after Katrina reciprocated his advances.

His meaty fingers grasped and groped Katrina’s beautiful, bountiful double-D breasts as she bounced on his hard cock. Her moans were like a siren’s song to his ears, ensnaring his senses and sanity. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Mr. Hawthorne! I want you to pound my cunt harder!”

“As you wish, my dear girl.”

“Oh! Oh, please, Mr. Hawthorne! My hot cunt needs your fat cock!”

He held her waist, then thrust his hips. The rough, rugged repeated movement caused Katrina’s lovely, large breasts to sway up and down. “Harder! Oh, harder, Mr. Hawthorne!”

The elderly Mr. Hawthorne smirked and sucked on Katrina’s pretty, pink nipples without a second thought. “Your milk is so sweet, dear girl.”

He hungrily licked, lapping at Katrina’s rosy nipples as they leaked sugary, saccharine milk. “Yes! Oh, yes, Mr. Hawthorne! I think I’m going to come now.”

“Me, too, girly!”

In her bedroom, Katrina brushed her beautiful long blond locks. A knock on her bedroom door startled the young beauty, however.

Her elderly, ill father stood before her with a cold and calculated facial expression. And so, Katrina stepped aside and allowed her father entry into her bedroom. “What is it, daddy?”

Without warning, Katrina’s father slapped her hard across the face. The young beauty faltered and fell onto the floor as tears brimmed in the corners of her beautiful blue eyes. “You have shamed me, daughter! I saw your sins with Hawthorne tonight.”

“Please forgive me, daddy! I don’t know what comes over me sometimes.”

“You’re far from the little girl I knew.”

“ ... I know, daddy, I know.”

She could feel her father’s eyes on her body. After all, Katrina’s thin, thigh-length, lacy silk sleeveless nightdress didn’t leave much to the imagination. However, Katrina liked her father’s eyes leering, lusting after her young, youthful teen body. “Katrina...”

So, Katrina timidly, tentatively parted her legs. As she did, Katrina’s father couldn’t help but stare at his daughter’s beautiful cunt. “Please help me, daddy! I cannot rid these depraved desires myself.”

The elderly, ill mayor of Rosecliff Village pushed, pressing the end of his wooden walking cane against his daughter’s beautiful cunt. The young beauty taunted, teasing her elderly father by rubbing the pretty, pink lips of her cunt against her father’s wooden walking cane. It soon became stained, smeared with Katrina’s fragrant fluids. “Oh, Katrina...”