5 comments/ 14891 views/ 18 favorites Calvin and the Witch By: Borntolust Many thanks to tangentjoker, who edited this story. All characters are 18 or older. ***** It was a beautiful spring day, the kind that brings on spring fever. It was Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend. I had gone out to the park, to laze on a bench soaking up the warmth and the sun. It was late morning. The park was not far from the downtown area. On a weekday, the area would be starting to fill up with office workers on lunch break. Many days, I would have been one of them. My name is Calvin, last name Heathweed. I am the only child of a well-to-do family. My mother is an accountant, my father a lawyer. I work at a bank not far from the park. The city where the park is located is of medium size situated in the upper Midwest. It is a prosperous city, the banking business is competitive, but we all seem to be profitable. The bank I work at is a mid-sized regional bank. I am a loan officer, a very junior loan officer. A few words about myself. Well, actually, about myself as I was at that time. I had graduated from college three years before. The bank was a first job, after graduation. I had a nagging worry that I was not doing as well as I should, career wise. My boss was a lady in her early fifties. She was a micromanager and tended to nitpick. But, as far as I could tell, she had always given me good evaluations. I had just turned twenty-five. I was single, with no present girlfriend. I had never had a girlfriend for very long. There had only been a few. My sex life was sparse. I rarely had a date and only a few of them resulted in getting laid. A big part of the problem, it affected me at work too, was my looks. I am short, and very slim. My height is 5' 4". I weigh barely 130. I look like a baby. No kidding, I look like a fifteen year old without the pimples. I am constantly ID checked. I have even had bars refuse to serve me after I had shown them my license. They thought it was a fake. At work, it is the same. People find it hard to take anyone seriously who looks like a teenager. My boss, Ms. Bungee, was a little better, usually. But even she used baby talk once in a while. I tried growing a beard, but it didn't help. It was thin and wispy. All that was really not on my mind that day. I was just sitting, sprawled really, on the bench, soaking up the sun. The clicking noise of high heels caught my attention. I let my eyes drift towards the sidewalk to watch a woman, probably in her mid-forties, striding by. She was well dressed in a business suit with a purse hanging from her shoulder. She was about my height with a compact body. Her steps were long and confident. Her face was pretty, framed by shoulder length dark brown hair. She didn't seem to have used much makeup. Her expression, like her walk, was confident. Her breasts were not large, but looked right for her. What I could see of her legs, below her skirt looked nice. Clad in nylons and moderate heels I had to rate them as lovely. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, she had a nice ass, too. Two things struck me about her. One was her confident air. The other was that she seemed extremely feminine. Despite the somewhat severe suit and the striding walk. I thought to myself, "What an attractive woman. Too bad she's so much older than I." When she was just a little way past, she looked back over her shoulder at me. She winked. No shit; she winked. It was then that I noticed the color of her eyes. They were purple; beautiful, gorgeous purple. She walked a little further then stopped. She seemed to be listening to something. She abruptly turned and started back in my direction. I sat up straighter on the bench. Heels clicking, she strode back to my bench. "May I sit down, Calvin?" she asked. She didn't wait for an answer. She sat gracefully. I think my mouth was open. I managed to stammer. "How did you know my name? I don't remember meeting you. I don't think I would have forgotten." "You never met me before," she said. "I plucked it out of your mind. I'm a witch. But please don't let that frighten you. Very few witches are as bad as portrayed. "I'm Heather, by the way," she added. "What else did you pluck from my mind?" I asked. I was a trifle nervous now. "That you think I am attractive and feminine. Thank you for that. Also that you think I am too old for you. I only picked up your surface thoughts. I'm not even listening for them now. To do so would be intrusive." "I do think you are attractive," I answered. "I think my mind is changing about the age thing. "Could you have put a spell on me?" I asked, anxiously. She laughed, a tinkling laugh. All my life I have heard women's laughs described as tinkling. This is the very first time I ever heard a real tinkle, almost like a chime. "I could, but I didn't, I won't." she said. "It would take the fun out of things. "There is a bistro not far from here," she said. "Let's go for a bite to eat and get acquainted." We stood. She took my arm. We walked to the small restaurant about fifteen minutes away. We made small talk on the way. The weather, what I worked at, things like that. I tried to ask her about being a witch, but she wouldn't talk about that. "I'll tell you everything you need to know when the time comes, Calvin." The restaurant was on the edge of a shopping area. There were tables set up outside on the sidewalk. Several lady shoppers were seated. We found a table, without other customers too close. We ordered coffee and pastries. Heather put her hand over mine as we waited for our order. "Are you from here, or are you visiting?" I asked. "Visiting," she replied. "I have to go back Tuesday." "Can I show you around while you're here?" I asked. "That would be lovely," she said. "But there's nothing I really want to see. Why don't we just have a quiet dinner together? I think you are attracted to me. I find myself liking you. Perhaps we should let nature take its course." "Did she mean what I thought she did? Was it merely another fantasy?" My thoughts were jumbled. We sipped at our coffee, Heather nibbled at her pastry daintily. I ate mine slowly so I wouldn't finish too much ahead of her. She looked at me solemnly. "Can I learn a little more about you?" She asked. "I won't without your permission. I won't look at anything too personal." I was a little flummoxed. I wasn't sure about someone poking around in my mind. But she had asked. "I guess so," I said hesitantly. By this time, I was having fantasies about being in bed with her. I really didn't want her to see them. She smiled at my answer. I couldn't tell if she read my mind or not. She didn't seem to do anything. We finished our coffee and pastries. "Let's walk a little more," she said. Heather walked to the edge of the dining area while I went to pay the bill. I watched her. Her walk had changed. It was graceful now. Her hips swayed. She was no longer striding. We walked back to the park arm in arm. Mostly silent. I felt contented, at ease. At the edge of the park under a large tree, she stopped and kissed me. A soft romantic kiss on the lips. Her arms around my neck. It lasted a long time. "I think you are a very nice person, Cal," she told me. I was Cal now, not Calvin. I preferred Cal. She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think I prefer Calvin," she told me. "May I call you that?" I was confused, but of course she could! This lovely woman could call me anything she pleased. I merely told her that would be fine. She took my arm again. We continued walking. I didn't realize it until we were at the edge of the park, but we were almost to my place. She kissed me again. Taking my arm again, we walked to my apartment building. I had the feeling she was leading me, not the other way around. "Let's go in, Calvin," she looked at me steadily. I had not told her I lived in the building. She had plucked it out of my mind I was certain. I hesitated. I searched my mind, to see if I was under a spell. But how would I know? In the end, testosterone won. It usually will, at least with me. I led her inside to my apartment. I'm glad I had cleaned house the day before. Things hadn't got too messed up yet. I had even made the bed that morning. Inside the door we kissed again, much hotter this time. Heather pressed her body to mine. Pressing against my hardening cock. We broke apart to look at each other. "To put your mind at ease, Calvin. You are not under any spell," she said softly. "Except what is self-induced, brought on by pheromones and testosterone." I actually laughed at her remark. I felt more comfortable now. My apartment was small. I couldn't afford a bigger one. It was nice, though. The bedroom was big enough that I didn't feel cramped. I led her there. We kissed again standing by the bed. A hot, open mouthed kiss with lots of tongue. When we broke apart she laid her head on my shoulder with her arms holding me tightly. I reluctantly broke our embrace to close the blinds and pull the drapes shut, to dim the light in the room. When I turned back to her, she had removed her suit jacket and was unbuttoning her blouse. I started to undress, too, watching Heather all the while. She stripped down to panties and bra with thigh high nylons. Panties and bra were sexy and brief. When I was down to my shorts, she put her arms around me for another kiss. She stepped back slightly for me to open the hooks closing her bra. I let it fall open showing me a lovely pair of tits. They were not very large. About the size of small grapefruits, but they were perfectly formed. Firm, with erect nipples, large dark areolas. Heather pushed my shorts off my hips. They slid down my legs releasing my hard cock to stand straight out in front of me. She reached out a hand to stroke it, softly. I knelt in front of her. I reached for the elastic of the panties. I pulled them over her hips, down over her lovely nylon sheathed thighs. They fell to the floor. As she stepped out of them, I gazed at the pussy I had exposed. She trimmed her hair a little. It was not wild, but still a delicious looking tangle. Her labia were swollen with desire. I leaned forward to kiss her mound. Her hands were on my head, caressing me. I inhaled her scent, the aroma of her pussy. It was intoxicating. There was the fragrance of musk, enticing, erotic. There was another fragrance too, subtly familiar. Sandalwood? It seemed to be her natural scent, not a perfume she had applied. She urged me to rise, pulling on my arms. When I was on my feet again she took my hand to lead me the few steps to the bed. She turned back the covers, lay down and held her arms up to me. Heather kissed me as I had never experienced before. I'm not sure what she did but it was hot, more than hot. My already hard cock was doing its best to get harder. I could feel the blood surging into it, pulsating. Her tits were soft and smooth inviting me to fondle them. To kiss them. To rub my face and neck over them. To suckle at her nipples as she held my head to them as she would a child. I started to work my way lower. Kissing her firm body. Licking her lovely navel. Rubbing my face on her sensuous mons. She pulled at my arm gently, to bring me back for another of her kisses. "I want all of that, Calvin. But let's save it for later. I want you inside me. I want your seed in my body." I wondered if there was a chance of her getting pregnant. Who cared? Testosterone won again. I let my hand drift to her pussy as we exchanged more of her wonderful kisses. She was wet, very wet. I could sense the musk and the delightful sandalwood scent was stronger. Heather urged me on top of her. "Fuck me now," she whispered. My cock slid smoothly into her wet cunt. Gliding on a film of her juices. It was like we were made with each other in mind. I had never, within my limited experience, felt so perfectly matched to a woman's pussy. I heard a soft, "oh yes," from Heather. Her legs looped over mine, her arms around my neck. She held me there for a long moment as if savoring the experience of our joining. We were kissing with wet, open mouthed kisses. I pumped my cock into her hard and deep. She responded with thrusts of her hips. We quickly picked up that ancient rhythm and were meeting each other's thrusts. She clasped her legs over my back and my bare flesh sang with the feel of her nylons on my hips and butt. I heard cries of "Fuck me," as she rose to an orgasm. "Oh Calvin," I heard. "It's so good." It was more than that to me. It was a thrill. An unsurpassed thrill. Never had a woman told me such a thing. Heather was cumming hard, with cries of joy and pleasure. Our kisses became sloppier. I fondled her tits, kissed them and bit them. I was elated as I thrust my hard cock into her welcoming pussy. She was the first woman, ever, that had made me feel that they really, really were enjoying sex with me. Enjoying it immensely. I could feel the exhilaration in my body as I reached an orgasm of my own. Every cell in my body was singing as my cum gushed from my cock. And again. And yet again my cum poured into Heather's welcoming pussy. She held me as I softened. She held me tightly, whispering to me how wonderful I was. How she never wanted to let me go. Truth be told, I did feel wonderful. I never did want to leave her embrace. I was on top of the world. Eventually, she did let me go after I had softened to the point that I slipped out of her. We lay together holding each other with occasional light kisses. It wasn't very long before she was rubbing her pussy against my thigh. She pulled my knee up so she could rub herself on my knee cap. She gave me her tit to suck and put gentle pressure on my head urging me downward. She didn't have to urge very hard. I like to eat pussy. I love the scents, the tastes. The few times I have had the chance to do so have been memorable. In fact the only woman I have ever had sex with four times came back just so I would go down on her. But then, someone laughed at her for making love with a baby and she refused to go out with me again. I slid down Heather's lovely body kissing as I went. Her legs parted for me as I kissed her sensuous mons. I lay between them and gazed in rapture at her lovely pussy. It had to be perfect. I knew it was perfect. It couldn't be anything else. Beautiful labia framed by her dark brown hair. Trimmed, but only for neatness, to tame the wilder parts. The lips swollen and ready, her juices seeping between them, glistening like dewy drops on the crown of hair capping her pussy. She caressed my head as I contemplated the lovely sight. She threw a leg onto my back and let her nylon sheathed calf rub along my bare flesh. It was a delightful sensation. I sensed that she had put a pillow under her butt. With a hand on each side of my face, she drew me close. Closer to that wonderful scent. Her musk was stronger now, erotic and suggestive. The sandalwood flavor was still there a delicious overtone to musk of her lust. She drew me closer still and my tongue flicked out to taste of her juices, delicately I tasted the dewy beads on her lips. Lovely, sweet salty, still with the pleasing hint of sandalwood. I lost myself then. Heather told me later that she did, too. Both of us with only the thought of eat and be eaten, suck and be sucked. Her clit, her tunnel, her inner lips. Hot, ready wanting me wanting my tongue, my lips, even my teeth. Her moans; her cries of enjoyment. Her cum, juices flowing from her, to bathe my face in her essences. Her hands in my hair. Holding me tight. Her legs clasping me close. Her wild shout as she rolled us over to sit on my face. Her fingers spreading her labia to rub her inner heat on my face. My nose rubbing her clit as my tongue probed her tunnel. Her cum still flowing from her. I lapped it greedily drinking whatever I could catch on my tongue or my lips. It was wild. It was breathtaking. I knew when she had enough. When she could take no more. She lifted herself from my face and moved back to kneel over my chest. I looked at her my face smeared with her juices. She smiled happily and rolled off me to lie alongside me covering my face with kisses. She didn't have to speak. Her kisses told me how much she had enjoyed it. We laid together holding each other. Heather finally spoke. "That was fantastic, Calvin." "But it was for me, too," I replied. "I know, I could feel it in your body. That didn't take witchcraft." She laughed then, her tinkling laugh. "I'm getting hungry," Heather said after another long silence. "I think we skipped lunch." "I am, too," I told her. "But I'd rather eat you." "We have lots of time for that, Calvin. If we overdo it, we won't enjoy it as much." "If you show me your kitchen, I'll cook us a nice dinner," Heather told me. "We could go out to eat, if you like." "Oh, I can fix us something nice right here," Heather exclaimed. "I enjoy making fine meals." "Okay," I told her, "But I don't have much." 'I'll make do," she told me with an air of confidence. We got up and I showed her to the kitchen. She started looking in the refrigerator and cupboards. I stood spellbound watching her body move around the kitchen. I don't think it was a spell from her. Just a natural reaction to sheer beauty. "Would you mind dressing for dinner, Calvin?" "Of course not." "That would be nice," I'll get right to work. Stay in the bedroom until I call you." "Okay." I dressed in my best suit, with dress shirt and tie. Then sat in the bedroom chair waiting for Heather. She opened the door and looked in about ten minutes. "Dinner's ready," she said with a smile. She opened the door and stood waiting for me resplendent in a floor length evening gown. She held out a hand to me and I stood, astonished. Heather hooked her arm through mine and we went to the small dining area. It was a section of the living room next to the kitchen. The table was set with fine crystal, a candelabra, fine china and a bottle of my wine open; glasses already poured for both of us. I sat, dazed and stared across the table at this lovely woman who had shared my bed. Who had now produced a splendid meal that would have been impossible from what I had on hand in the kitchen. "Is this a spell?" I asked Heather. "No, well yes, kind of." She didn't seem to know how to answer. "But you're not under a spell. I promised not to do that, and I won't. But the meal is an illusion, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." "I'm not upset, Heather. Not as long as the spell is not on me, I can enjoy the illusion." "Oh, good." she seemed happy. "I like setting up fine meals like this. I really enjoy it." I tasted the roast duck. It was delicious with a delightful orange sauce. As good as I have ever had in the finest restaurants. I didn't ask her how she did it. Instead I thanked her for a sumptuous meal. After dinner, and a couple of glasses of wine each, she stood and held out a hand to me. Once again, she hooked her arm under my elbow and we returned to the bedroom. Standing near the bed, Heather undressed me. I started to do the same with her but she stopped me. "Not now, darling. I have something in mind," she spoke softly. Still wearing the evening gown, she stripped me. She led me to the bedroom chair and turned me to sit in it. It was a comfortable chair with an upholstered seat and back, and padded arm rests. I was getting hard by the time I sat. As she knelt in front of me, and her intention was plain, the blood rushed into my cock bringing me the rest of the way to a throbbing hard on. She rubbed her face on my hard cock. Along the line of her jaw, against her cheeks, on her neck where I would nuzzle her. Her tongue licked at me, delicately at first; but soon wetly licking the length of my hard cock. Calvin and the Witch She kissed the tip. Her lips closed over it. Her tongue swirled around it as she held me with her lips. I know I moaned. I had seldom had a woman suck my cock. Never one with any expertise. I caressed her hair as she licked at me. She had not yet taken me into her wet mouth, only the tip, and I was already more aroused than any woman had ever made me feel. "That's so good," I moaned. Her lips slid the length of my shaft as she took all of me into her hot, wet mouth. I watched her head bob as she let her lips, her tongue, her teeth bring me to the brink of an orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I managed to gasp out. I felt the thrills in the head of my cock as my cum spewed into her eager mouth. Before I could begin to soften she had milked me dry. Then she had licked me clean. She reached up and took my hands. She pulled me off the chair to kneel facing her. Her arms around my neck she kissed me hard. I could taste my cum on her lips, her tongue. We broke our kiss and we stared at each other. "Heather," I managed to say. "You are a beautiful and amazing woman." "Thank you," she replied. "You made me feel so good when you ate me. It was wonderful. You are quite a man yourself." I guess my chest swelled more than a little from Heather's comment. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. We held each other tightly, until Heather stood and taking my hand led me to the bed. We laid together, still embracing. I noticed that she was naked now. Somewhere while leading me to the bed her gown had disappeared. Such occurrences seemed perfectly natural to me by this time. "Rest now," Heather said as she held me close. I soon dozed off. I was pleasantly tired from the day's activities. I hoped she would stay with me the rest of the weekend. That was my last thought before I drifted off. I woke in the morning, well rested, to find Heather snuggled up to me. She was sleeping soundly, with a smile on her face. Seeing that smile had my chest swelling again. I eased out of bed without disturbing her. In the kitchen I started the coffee then ran for the bathroom to pee. I brushed my teeth. Then back to the bedroom for a robe. The coffee was ready and I dumped the grounds in the trash can. I noticed a couple of chicken soup cans on top. I wondered where they had come from, I couldn't remember having eaten any. Then I remembered the delicious roast duck Heather had served me. I laughed. I was on my second cup of coffee when Heather joined me, yawning and rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was totally naked. I gave her a cup of coffee and we sat at the table without speaking. After a few sips Heather looked at me with a smile. "I slept so good," she purred. "Thank you for yesterday." "I should be thanking you," I protested. "Would you like to go out for breakfast?" I asked. "That sounds nice," she answered. "Perhaps a walk in the park afterwards." "Ok," I said. "I'm going to get a shower. Would you like to join me?" "Of course I would." We showered together. It was a delightful experience. Heather and I washed each other and then dried each other with big fluffy towels. Then a deep kiss that promised beautiful things to come. Heather put on the clothes she had worn when we met. The business suit, but without the jacket. "These are real clothes," she explained. "I won't have to worry about maintaining an illusion." That made sense to me, I think. She looked good in them. Her nylon sheathed legs and heels were a lovely sight. Her blouse was a satiny material that showed off her breasts to perfection. Her skirt made her ass look flawless. We took my car to one of my favorite restaurants for breakfast. They had a nice brunch buffet on Sunday's. I tried to quiz Heather about being a witch and where she was from, but she was quite reticent about it. Finally she told me, "I'll tell you some of it later, Calvin. It's too public here." I quit prying and relaxed. I'm glad I did. Heather was a delightful companion, her conversation witty. Heather sat close to me on the drive back to my apartment. As I was parking, she suggested that we take a walk in the park. I agreed. A walk would help me work off the large meal I had consumed. The park was quiet. There were a few Sunday morning strollers. We held hands as we walked, ambled rather. We found a bench and sat, enjoying the beautiful spring weather. "I will answer some of your questions, Calvin." Heather began when we were seated. "First of all, I come from a different world. Never mind where it is. You can't get there. "Our population is small and occasionally we need to breed with a wild human in order to bring new blood into our gene pool. I was chosen for this time. I'm glad I was; I met you. "By the way, we are human. It's just that we have developed differently. We are born with our abilities, but we must learn to use them, how to control them. "Before you ask, Calvin. You will never see me again after this visit. I will remember you fondly and speak well of you to our children. I'm already pregnant, by the way. It happened the first time. Actually the only time, so far." Then that tinkling laugh. "But there'll be more. The rest of the visit is for our enjoyment." "Heather, you mean I'm going to be a father? And I will never see my child." "Children, Calvin. I'll have twins. A boy and a girl. I'm afraid that's so, that you'll never see them. But I will try to get messages to you about how they are doing. They will be rare, so don't expect many." I went on. "I can't believe that I'll never see you again. You have been the high point of my life, so far. Will you ever come back here again?" "Thank you. I'm glad you think so. As to whether I ever come here again is uncertain. Our children mature slowly, so it will be at least forty years before I am able to. Then it is unlikely I would be chosen again for at least another forty or fifty years." I looked at her with my mouth open. "Heather, how long do you live? How old are you?" "Normally, a little more than a thousand to twelve hundred years. I'm three hundred eighty, give or take five years. One tends to lose track after a couple of hundred years." "Heather," I said hesitantly. "Do you look like the woman I see, or are you an illusion?" She laughed. "This is the real me. Actually our ability to create illusions is somewhat limited. To maintain one for days would be hard." "Are you married in the other world?" I asked nervously. "Not right now. That's one of the reasons I was chosen to come here. We don't have marriage like you do. We have liaisons which are very similar in that we pledge fidelity to one another, for as long as our union lasts. That's usually twenty or thirty years. "We don't worry about you telling anyone, Calvin. No one will believe you, and they'll think you're delusional. So please don't try. I want you to live a happy life." "You're right, Heather. No one would believe me. But I won't forget." "Thank you, Calvin. That means a lot to me." We walked a little more, an arm around each other. Eventually, we found ourselves back at the apartment. "Let's go out tonight," I said. "Have a nice dinner, and maybe dance." "I only have my suit to wear," Heather said. "Will that be okay?" "The way you wear it, it will be fabulous." "You give the nicest compliments, Calvin. I'll be delighted to go." She stepped closely to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I reached around her hands to work on the buttons of her blouse. We were soon naked, except for her nylons. But she took them off, too. "I need to hang these clothes up," she said. She got a couple of hangers from my closet and hung everything on them, even her panties and nylons. Then she sat on the bed for several minutes staring at them. I looked at the clothes wondering what she was staring at, but I couldn't see anything except a few dust motes. She turned to me and noticed my interest. "Oh, I was cleaning them," she said. "It usually doesn't take so long, but being with you makes me so juicy my panties needed a little extra. I have a spare in my purse, though. Nylons, too. Just in case." We laid back on the bed exchanging hugs and hot kisses. I wasn't long getting hard. Heather straddled me and impaled her cunt on my hard shaft. She fucked me slowly, sensuously. I was fine with that. I wanted to last a long time. I watched her as an orgasm took control of her body. She quivered all over. She bent down to me for more wet kisses. She gave me her tits to suck and nibble. I grasped her hips and pulled her off my cock. To my mouth to suck and lick and lap at her juices as she came on my face. Back to my cock to ride me more, for more orgasms. She lifted herself off me. Turned and lowered herself again, to ride me backward. I thrilled at the sight of her beautiful bare ass bobbing in front of me. Even as she was cumming. As her body was engulfed by orgasmic pleasure; I felt in my own body the stirrings of an impending orgasm. Once started, there was no holding back. It roared through my cells to explode from the head of my cock in a burst of cum. And again. And again. My creamy cum filled her willing pussy. Even as I softened, she was rubbing her clit against the remnants of my hard on to eke out one more cumming. She turned, when I could no longer stay in her, to lie on top of me covering my face with enthusiastic kisses. My face, my chest, my neck and ears were all subject to her attention. "Oh, Calvin," she said happily. "That was so good." I hadn't been with many women before then, and none of them had ever shown the fervor that Heather did. I was fascinated. To think that this lovely woman was so enthused by our lovemaking. We rested for a while lying together holding each other. I dozed off. I don't know if Heather did or not, but when I woke up she had nylons covering her lovely legs. These were white and patterned. I looked a question at her with a lifted eyebrow. She tinkled. "No, they're real. These are the extras I had in my purse." "They're beautiful," I told her. I rolled onto my back and reached for her. We were soon kissing hotly. Heather worked her way down my body with her kisses, all the while fondling my rapidly hardening cock. My hand on her hip was urging her to bring her pussy to me, to my waiting and eager mouth. I felt her lips engulf my cock as she threw her leg across me to bring her pussy to my face. I reached up to spread her labia open and buried my face in her moist, red heat. I sucked, and licked, and sucked some more. I lapped up her essences, they were flowing like water. I sucked at her clit and lightly nibbled it. Whatever she was doing to my cock excited every cell in my body. I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth. I could feel her fingers cupping my balls, lightly kneading them. We rolled over, with me on top, then rolled again. We laid side by side eating each other in a scene of pure lust. She was on top again cumming with gasps and quivering. Her wet pussy rubbed over my face. Marked me with her scent. I gloried in her orgasms, in the flow of her juices as they covered my face. I marveled at her lust, her pure enjoyment of our lovemaking. I felt, rather than heard, a soft aah as my cum spewed into her wet mouth. As the head of my cock exploded with the thrills of cumming. I heard aahs from myself as she milked me sucking me dry. We collapsed. Her on top. Replete, sated. I reached for her arm hardly able to move. I pulled urging her to turn, to lie next to me. She did, she lay cuddled in my arms; with a serene expression and a slight smile. We rested for a couple of hours. Then it was time to get ready for our dinner. We showered together. Then dressed. Me in my best suit. She in the business suit she had worn when we met. We drove to the restaurant I had picked out. A small intimate place with great food. We had a fine meal then left to visit a club that had a live band. I can dance. Quite well, too. I took dancing lessons when I was in high school. I thought it would improve my chances with girls. It was partially successful. The girls liked to dance with me, but they always ended up with some other guy. We danced for hours. Slow, fast; we didn't care. Heather was a good dancer, too. It was a beautiful night. We got home about two AM. We were quite sober, neither of us had drank much. We were tired though, pleasantly so. We stripped our clothes off and left them lying in heaps on the floor. We tumbled into bed and into each other's arms. Heather pulled me on top. She was ready, hot and wet. No foreplay was needed. I had always heard that dancing makes women horny. It certainly did in this case. My cock slipped into her slick pussy. Hot, ready, welcoming me. She sighed as her arms clasped me tightly. Her legs looped over mine. She held me like that as we kissed. Not yet the hot, open mouthed kisses of hot sex. These were the loving soft kisses of romance. To be sure, things would get hotter, but for that moment it seemed holding me was what she wanted. She came the first time while she was holding me still. Her body was quivering and her kisses turned hot. She pushed my head to her tit. I went joyfully. To suck and lick and nibble her lovely breasts. To fondle their fullness, their softness. "Fuck me," she murmured. "Fuck me now." As I thrust my hard cock into her, her pussy welcomed me. With the sighs and gasps of orgasms. With cries of "yes" of "Fuck me, Calvin," we made love until I felt my own orgasm stirring in my loins. She sensed it too. She raised her hips to me and was meeting my thrusts in that ancient rhythm. My cum burst from me in a glorious explosion of lust to meet hers as we came together in an exquisite bonding of our bodies, our very being. We slept late the following morning. I woke, from very pleasant dreams involving Heather, up to find myself alone in the bed. I sat up quickly, afraid that Heather was gone. I relaxed when I saw her clothes still on the floor where she had left them the night before. I ran to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to find Heather sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Calvin. I made coffee, but I'm afraid it isn't very good." I tried a sip. It was far worse than 'not very good'. It was terrible. I dumped the pot out and started a fresh one. I was thinking to myself, "Wow, there's something she's not good at. I was delighted to discover that. It made her even more attractive." I sat with her as we waited for the new pot of coffee to finish. She was dressed in bra and panties. She looked relaxed and beautiful. I had put on a pair of boxers. After I'd had a cup of coffee, and served Heather from the new pot, I asked her what she would like to do today. "Make love," she told me with a grin. "Mad passionate love. "But there are some things we have to discuss, too. Things you must know before I have to leave." The idea of her leaving left me a little down. I knew it had to happen, but even so I hated the idea. Heather picked up my mood from my expression. She put her hand over mine. "I don't like the idea, either, Calvin. This has been a memorable few days for me. I will treasure the memories of them." I was glad to hear her words, that these days had been enjoyable for her, too. I felt a little better after that and resolved not to ruin the few hours we had left. I got some pastries out of the freezer and heated them in the microwave. We ate them for our breakfast with another cup of coffee. "Last night was lovely," Heather told me as we ate. "I hadn't danced in a long time." "I hadn't, either," I replied. After breakfast, I suggested a shower. Heather thought that sounded good. "Let's get all cleaned up and do dirty things." She said with her tinkling laugh. The shower was a delightful experience. But, what wasn't a delightful experience with this fabulous lady? We soaped each other, we rinsed. Then we did it all again. She sucked me to a hard-on with water cascading over us. Then stood and told me, "Save it for later. You'll need it soon." And laughed. I ate her until she came on my face. Then she lifted me up the clean her juices from my face with kisses. We dried each other and raced for the bed. We dove on each other, to lick and suck. Hard-ons and juicy pussies ruled the day. I buried my face in her pussy and she took my cock in her mouth. We licked and sucked until we ended in a blazing mutual orgasm. We shared our tastes with each other, then laid side by side relaxing. After we had got our breath back, she began to tell me some things. "Calvin, you are a very nice man. I want to give you some gifts before I leave." I interrupted her. "I'd rather have you than any gift I can think of. Why don't you stay here with me?" "I wish I could," she sighed. "It's been tried, by others. The results have always been bad. We have learned that it's not something to even consider." I tried to hide my disappointment as she continued. I think I had known that it was a forlorn hope. "None of the gifts have any material value." Heather continued. "For instance, the first is the 'look of maturity'. You will no longer look like a little boy. But no one will be able to pinpoint any differences. "I have some advice too, Calvin. It will pay you to follow it, but it is only advice. Favor older women for your affairs. They will make themselves available to you and you will learn much from them. They have experience you do not. Let me explain a little more, Calvin. To women in their late thirties and older you will remind them of their own sons, real or imagined. They will think of you as pretty, but your mature looks will appeal to them just as much. "When you are forty, start looking at women your own age." I didn't say anything. I wondered if she could really do this for me. The maturity thing, I mean. Older women? They'd never been high on my list of women who appealed to me. "If you think older women don't appeal to you, just think of our weekend together, Calvin." She told me. "I'm not reading your mind. Just your expression. "I promise you. You will have a far more satisfactory love life than otherwise." She paused for a few minutes. "Let's make some coffee," she said. We got up and padded naked to the kitchen. I started the coffee. She went back to the bedroom to pick up the clothes we'd left piled on the floor the night before. I joined her while the coffee was brewing. She had hung everything on hangers as she had before and sat looking at them. My things and hers together. "Pressing is a little harder," she said. As I hung my suit in the closet, after she was done, it looked like it had just come from the cleaners. Back in the kitchen, I poured coffee for both of us. "The next gift, Calvin is not so much for you as it is for the women you make love to. It is 'perfect fit'. Your penis will be just right for any woman you make love to. No matter how big, or small. "It is a valuable asset, Calvin. Do not take it lightly. And women talk, believe it." "The next gift," she continued. "Doesn't really have a name. But some call it 'attractiveness'. That doesn't really fit. It is a little complicated. You can have any woman you desire, but only if she desires you in return. I advise you to let the woman make the first move. To let you know she is available. "There is more to this gift. It stops possessiveness. When the time comes, the woman will let you go willingly. She will remember you fondly and will always be available if you should ever want her again." "Wow," I thought. "This sounds interesting." "I have another gift, one that is seldom given. It is 'protection'. It will protect you from those who would do you harm. Whether intentional, or not. You usually will not know it is working. One caveat. It will not keep you from getting a traffic ticket if you were speeding. It is not meant to protect you from your own actions." Calvin and the Witch We drank our coffee and headed back to the bedroom for another round of lovemaking. Heather pushed me onto the bed and leapt on top of me. She was raining kisses on me. My face, my chest. Nuzzling my neck. Nibbling at my ears, blowing in them. She moved to the side a little so she could fondle my cock. By then, it was hard and ready. She straddled me and I watched as she slowly lowered her body to let my cock slide into her. It was an erotic view. Watching my cock slowly slip between the folds of her vagina. She leaned forward, to give me her tit to suck. Whispering to me, "I want you to fuck me. To suck me. To make me cum." She came and came again. She brought me to the verge of an orgasm, but only to the verge. She lifted herself from my cock, my hard throbbing cock that wanted nothing more than to pour gallons of cum into her hot pussy. She brought her pussy to my face. To rub her savory juices over me. The scents were strong, enchanting. The musk. Her pleasing personal scent. I avidly licked at her. I lapped up her nectar. Drank her essences. I buried my face in her wet heat. Searching for her clit. To lick, to suck, to make her cum. Back to my cock. Tantalizing me as she paused with only the head in her pussy. To impale herself with agonizing slowness, until unable to stand any more I thrust my cock deep into her. Hard. I fucked her hard then. My hips lifted and thrust upward into her. She welcomed me. Leaned forward to embrace me. Our bodies moved in sync; together. And together we came, as my cum poured into her willing pussy. With cries of "Fuck me" We rose together to a crescendo of lustful fulfillment. I held her on top of me while I softened. This time, it was my arms embracing her. My legs looped over her to hold her there. Eventually, I started to feel her weight. I nudged her as a signal to roll off me. We laid side by side. Both replete, content. We dozed off. I opened my eyes to a feeling of hunger. Heather was next to me breathing softly and smiling in her sleep. We had skipped lunch and hadn't had much breakfast. I went to the bathroom. Then to the kitchen to see what I could make a late lunch out of. Or maybe it would be an early supper. I didn't find much, I thought about ordering a pizza, but didn't know if she'd like it. I started a pot of coffee and went back to the bedroom. Heather was awake and stretching luxuriously. I asked her if she liked pizza. "Oh yes, I love it," she replied. I ordered two pizzas so we'd have something to eat if we got hungry later. Then I put on some clothes so I could answer the door when our lunch arrived. We had a cup of coffee while we waited. Heather sat opposite me, naked. Sipping her coffee. "We hardly ever have pizza at home," she said. "Tomatoes are rare. Pizza is considered a real treat." "Maybe you should take some back with you," I said. "Maybe," she replied. The pizza arrived. Heather smiled as she tasted it. She ate two pieces and was nibbling at a third when she said, "I have to tell you about the gift of 'endurance'. But first get those clothes off. We can't sit here with only one of us naked." I was enjoying watching Heather eat pizza. I could tell it was something she really liked. Her mention of another gift caused me to perk up. "You will be able to control your ejaculation better." She smiled. "You won't cum too soon. It also gives you the ability to sense the right time to let yourself cum. To give the lady maximum enjoyment. Further, you will be able to perform an extra time, or maybe two, in a day or night. "You must be careful not to abuse that last part of the gift. It is meant for only occasional use. "In fact, Calvin you should be careful not to abuse any of the gifts." I thanked her. Then asked, "These are great attributes. Are they real or illusions? Do they involve spells?" "They are real. They do not involve spells. But I had to make certain adjustments to your body and mind. The 'protection' gift does involve a spell. It will not influence you in any way. It merely stays in the background looking for danger to you. The spell is not on you. It accompanies you. Like a guardian angel." I was satisfied. I had come to trust Heather. As far as I could tell, she hadn't put me under any spells in our time together. Of course, a spell would have made me think that. I didn't think that was the case, though. I could go nuts trying to think of all the angles. The hell with it. Trust her. After the pizza, we sat at the table talking. Heather told me that it would be a year and a half before the children were born. "I think we should name them Cal and Calli," she said smiling. "Basically everything for witch children takes about twice as long as for children here on your world. That's a general rule. It's not true for everything." She went on to tell me a few things about her world. It was a poor world. It may be that their witching had developed to compensate. Their population is small as she had told me earlier. "There is a nebulous connection between your word and ours." She told me. "Once in a great while someone from your world will fall into ours. Maybe a couple of times in a century. Once there, they must stay. We cannot send them back. The risk is too great. We make them as comfortable as we can, though. And their genes are welcome if they wish to have, or father children. "That is probably how we got to our world in the first place. We don't come here too often, only for visits like mine; or when we need to buy things for our home world. There are a few things it is easier to buy on this world. "Any visits must be approved. We have a 'Council of Elders' that sets out the few rules we have governing us. Travel to this world is the only tightly controlled area. Other than that our society is pretty much 'live and let live'. It works for us." I listened, fascinated to think that a whole civilization lived right next door to us and we had no idea it even existed. "Let's take a walk in the park, Calvin, and talk." Heather suggested. "I want to know all about you. So I can tell our children what you are like. "Before you ask, I could get it out of your mind, but it wouldn't be the same. Besides, I do respect your privacy." We put some clothes on and strolled to the park. Heather with her skirt and blouse. She was wearing heels, that's all she had. I wore slacks and a sport shirt. It was another beautiful spring day. Made in heaven for lovers strolling in the park. We walked holding hands. With our arms around each other. With our elbows linked. We stopped and kissed often. We sat on benches to watch other people. We talked. Heather asked questions about my life. I told her about my work, my frustration with my teenage looks. When I talked about the last Heather told me. "The gift of maturity will cure most of that, Calvin. You will see. And no one will really see any difference in you." "That will be nice," I said and kissed her. We discussed my viewpoints on life and society. About my few friends. About my family. We went to the little café that we ate at the day we met. We had Iced tea and pastries, and talked some more. "I'm going to miss you, Heather." I told her at one point. "In just three days, you have become a big part of my life." "I know, Calvin. Before I leave I will make an adjustment to your mind. You will remember me with fondness, even love; but you will not become infatuated. I hope you don't mind. It is necessary." At first I minded, but when I gave it some thought I realized she had already made several of her adjustments for the gifts she had given me. "I don't want to forget anything," I told her. "You won't." We found ourselves back in the area of my apartment. We went in and I poured us iced tea. Our conversation continued along the same lines for a while then drifted off. We were getting a little hungry so we ate some leftover pizza with a couple of glasses of wine. I was feeling very comfortable with her and I had come to accept the fact that she would be leaving. It was getting dark outside when Heather stood and held her hand out to me. In the bedroom, we undressed each other. Our excitement grew as each piece of clothing discarded showed more of the other's body. Our lovemaking didn't start out frantic, as it had a few times before. It was more loving. The excitement was there as we ate each other sixty-nine. The gasps as she came and came again. Her cries of "don't stop" muffled by my hard cock filling her mouth. Her lovely scent as she poured her juices onto my face. Her hands in my hair as she pressed my face into the hot wet folds of her pussy. She came and came again until I poured my hot, creamy cum into her wet mouth. She pulled at my hair, even as she was still cumming, to bring my face to her for a kiss. A kiss that shared my cum. My warm creamy cum that filled her mouth and then mine, too. She licked her juices from my face. Savoring them, delighting in the blend of tastes, of fragrances. She held me tight then, as I held her. "That was wonderful," she sighed. We rested a while. Heather coaxed my cock to new life through skillful play of her fingers and mouth. It really didn't take much coaxing. My fingers played with her pussy. Her clit, into her tunnel. Keeping her wet. I was more than ready when she pulled me on top of her and guided my rock hard cock into her. That was a magic moment. That instant when one's cock slides into a willing pussy. The thrill as I am accepted, welcomed into her sanctum. A thrill that, in some ways, can almost rival orgasm. Heather sighed as my hard cock slid into her, filling her comfortably. She held me there. With arms and legs clasping my body to hers. "I don't want to let you go," she whispered. She started to say more, but stopped. She loosened her hold on me then and whispered, "Fuck me. Fuck me, darling." I fucked her slowly, but deep. My hard cock stretching the walls of her pussy as it slid, on a film of her juices, into her hot depths. It lasted a long time. Sensuous, exciting. I was fascinated as she rose to orgasm after orgasm, to relax and rise again with shuddering body and gasps of pleasure. Then I knew. As she had told me her gift would do. She was ready for me to cum. Her orgasms were chasing each other through her body now. So close they seemed like one. She screamed when my hot cum spewed into her. Her hips lifted to me, wanting me. My body was on fire with excitement. The electric feel in my cock spread to every cell. Aware of only myself and the lovely body joined with me. Of gratification, for me, for her. She held my head to her for kisses. As I softened, the kisses became loving. I rolled off her and we held each other. We each wanted to feel the other, their bare flesh, their bodies. We lay together a long time, exchanging kisses often. I felt calm, peaceful. I fell asleep as she cradled my head on her breasts. When I woke in the morning, she was gone. I felt a moment of panic. It passed quickly, though. I laid in bed sensing the traces of her presence where she had lain next to me. She couldn't have been gone long. Her scent was still in the air. I got up and padded to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for coffee. There was a note on the kitchen table. I grabbed it eagerly. My Darling Calvin, I wanted to leave before you woke. Saying goodbye would have been a sad time for me. It is anyway. Enjoy your gifts. Use them properly. They will change your life, and the lives of others, too. I love you, Heather. PS: Don't even think about skipping work today. It's important. Love again. We had never mentioned love. I knew I did love her, though. Some may scoff that a few days is not enough to develop true love. I don't think they know what they're talking about. I had some coffee and reread the few lines over. My eyes kept coming back to the 'I love you'. Eventually I put the letter down, finished my coffee and went for a shower. I dressed with a little extra care that morning. Coincidentally, my best suit was the one Heather had cleaned. Monday, Ms. Bungee gave me several searching looks. In the afternoon, she gave me an assignment usually given to more senior loan officers. Tuesday, she came for work wearing a skirt with nylons and heels. I noticed that she had very attractive legs and the tailoring of the skirt showed off her ass to perfection. Wednesday, she asked me to stay a little late so we could review my work. I fucked her bent over her desk with her skirt flipped up over her ass. We spent the weekend together in her condo. She was Cynthia now. She was the first. It was the start of my rise upward in the bank hierarchy. But I must maintain that I am very good at my work. My sexual exploits only opened doors. I had to do the rest. By the way, we still meet two or three times a month. She is retired now, and her age is starting to show. I have a soft spot for her, though. And she for me, I think. About three years after I first made love to Cynthia, I got a call from Europe. That was not unusual in my position at the time. It was a woman on the line, with a lovely voice. "Is this Calvin?" she asked. "Calvin Heathweed at your service. How may I help you?" "Oh, Calvin, I'm a friend of Heather. My name is Glenda." My heart stood still. "She's told me so many nice things about you. I'd love to meet you, but I can't. I was set down in Berlin when they transferred me. Last time was much better. I landed in Hollywood and got a part in a movie. That was lots of fun. It was about a darling little girl named Dorothy. "Anyway, Calvin, Heather asked me to tell you that Cal and Calli are doing well. That you would be proud of them. "They really are wonderful children. I hope mine turn out as well. "I have to go now. Bye, Calvin." I stared at the wall for an hour after she hung up. I was remembering that wonderful weekend with that wonderful woman. With fondness as Heather had told me I should.