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Lessons in Magic
Eighteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales
by Latina
  

Madame Zora's School of Magic was like no place Latina had ever seen. The carpet, walls, chairs, couch, and curtains were all a rich, deep, erotic purple, just the color that Latina loved so much in clothing, cars, and especially in men's aroused equipment. The room reminded Latina of those upstairs rooms in old Western movies, where the barmaids would take cowboys after they finished gambling in the saloon.

Madame Zora gestured for Latina to sit on a large purple pillow on the floor, as Zora herself stood at a portable chalk-board to begin her teachings.

"15 magic words," Madame Zora wrote. Then she said "Forget all those so-called magic words that popular culture has taught you, like Abracadabra, Ali-Kazam, and Hocus-Pocus. Not one of them has any true magic power, like the 15 words I'm going to teach you over the next few weeks. Do you know what the most powerful magic in the world is?"

"Turning people into animals?"

"In a way. The most powerful magic is love, and if you are REALLY lucky in love, it can make both you and your lover act like savage beasts toward each other."

"Ooh, I'd like that!" Latina cooed.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that. The 15 magic words I'm going to teach you over the next few weeks will unleash that animal magic between you and your lover. All of the words I will teach you will have to be sincerely spoken, deeply felt and meant. And you will have to use your instincts to know exactly when to use these words, because most of the magic in these powerful words depends on the precise timing of when you use them. Do you think you can master the magic I am about to teach you, the most powerful magic in the universe?"

Licking her lips, Latina said, "I'm ready to learn, oh great mistress of magic."

"OK, the first three words, Western culture says can be the most powerful magic on earth. They do contain a lot of power, and have to be used carefully and wisely. But they are not the most powerful magic on earth, only close to it. For the magic to work, though, you have to get HIM to say these three words to you, before you say them to him."

"I'm ready to hear these first three words, Madame Zora."

"OK. Do you know the single most commonly-used word in song titles?"

"Love?"

"Yes, that's right. More song titles contain the word 'Love' than any other word. So this should be a hint to what our first three magic words are."

"I love you?"

"Very good. Our first three magic words are 'I love you.' But never say them hesitantly, in the form of a question, like you just did. They have to be used as a strong and sincere declaration. They can be loud and joyous, a proclamation you want all the world to hear, that you want to shout from the rooftops: 'I LOVE YOU!" Or they can be whispered tenderly in your lover's ear: "I love you." Either way, once you say these three little words, eight little letters, you will have taken the first step toward unleashing the most mysterious and powerful magic in the universe."

"But how do I get him to say these words to me first?"

"Ask him about himself. Listen carefully to his answers. Show sincere interest in getting to know the real person inside. Flirt with him, show him you think he is handsome and sexy. Steer the conversation so he is asking you about yourself, and then let him see your best side. Make your answers short, so he will not think you talk too much. He will come to think of you as smart (for recognizing how sexy he is), charming (for letting him talk about himself), and sexy (for the details about your inner self that you have revealed to him).

"If you do all of this right, by about the fourth date, he WILL say these three words, and if he says them sincerely, you must say them right after he does, and be sincere. Of course, if you don't truly mean it, don't ever say 'I love you,' as those words without sincerity open-up a kind of evil, with fighting, hatred, and resentment, an evil from which it is hard to escape."

Latina couldn't wait to get home and try out this new magic with her one true love, the sexy, sexual, sensuous, and sensual Frank, her husband of three years.

Latina fixed a tasty, nutritious dinner to satisfy the most finicky gourmet's palate, and wore her elegantly sexy black miniskirt.

As Frank entered their house, Latina loosened the Windsor knot in his tie, and rubbed her palms up and down over the front of his shirt. Over a candle-lit dinner, she steered the conversation to what sort of day Frank had at work, while she rubbed her stockinged feet up and down Frank's trouser leg, then she finally let her toes rest against his zipper.

After dinner, as Frank and Latina cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Frank leaned in, planting a soft, fleeting kiss on her moist, red lips, and whispered the magic words Latina had longed to hear all night: "I love you."

Remembering Madame Zora's teachings, Latina wasted no time in sincerely replying "I love you," kissing Frank back, and opening her mouth slightly, letting her tongue lick around Frank's thick, sensuous lips. Frank responded by opening his mouth slightly, and Latina slowly slithered her tongue past Frank's teeth. She began licking at the inside of his cheek. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulder, and her left around his waist, drawing him in closer.

"I love you," Frank repeated, and Latina promptly echoed, as they stood before the dishwasher, hugging and kissing.

Latina backed away from the warm, welcome kiss, and she began slowly unbuttoning Frank's white-on-white pin-striped shirt. Frank reciprocated by unbuttoning Latina's sheer blue blouse. Latina pulled upward on his shirt-front, to pull his shirt up and out from his trousers. Then she leaned in to kiss him again, while sliding his shirt sleeves halfway down his arms. With his shirt wide open, Latina moved her kisses down to the front of his neck. Placing her palms flat on his chest, she began squeezing, pinching, and twisting his little nipples between her index and middle fingers, as she kissed her way down his chest.

Just as Latina was about to slide down to her knees on the kitchen floor, and unbuckle his belt, Frank reached under Latina's arms, and pulled her up, standing, facing him again. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and pulled it off of her arms. Then he reached around behind her and unhooked her tiny, sheer, black-lace bra, letting it flutter down to the floor. Sinking to his knees, Frank flicked his tongue out, just catching the very tip of her excited reddish-brown nipple, before he closed his lips around it and sucked. Then his teeth began a gentle nibbling on her nipples, sending Latina into a swooning tail-spin of desire. She bent the rule, and said it first this time: "I love you."

As good as Frank's lips, tongue, and teeth felt on her nipple, Latina simply couldn't wait one moment longer to taste Frank's loving stiffness and sticky seed. Kneeling to her knees, she slipped the end of Frank's black leather belt out of its gold buckle. With both hands, she grabbed the front of the waistband of Frank's trousers, pulling his waistband away from the front of him, and letting her fingertips rest against his growing bulge, as she wiggled the little inside front clasp of his trousers open. She slowly pulled his fly down, listening to the sweet, sexy, seductive music of metal on metal as she opened his zipper.

Grabbing the waistband of his bright-red boxers, she quickly tugged both his trousers and his underwear down to his ankles. Latina eagerly licked her lips at the sight of her loving man's throbbing eight-inch length and swaying two-inch thickness. But before she could lean in to kiss and lick it, Frank walked her backwards up to the kitchen wall, and pressing her up against the wall, he hiked up her miniskirt, letting his fingers skim over her soft, creamy thighs; her dark, hairy bush; and her moist, tender pussy lips. As his fingers played, he leaned in and kissed her mouth again, whispering "I love you."

Breaking the rule again, Latina did not reply "I love you." Instead, she melted into Frank's strong, protective, loving arms, and half- purring, half-moaning, she let out a soft "Mmmmmm!" When Frank slid first one, and then two, fingers inside of her juiciness, Latina greatly increased the volume of her "Mmmmmm!" and punctuated it without a sweetly- whispered and sincerely-spoken "I love you." Madame Zora was right, there was a lot more magic in those three words than in "Abracdabra," "Ali-Kazam," and "Hocus-Pocus" combined. Even if you threw in an "Open Sesame," you still wouldn't match the magical power of "I love you."

Latina slid down to her knees, and planted a brief kiss against the very tip of Frank's pulsating cock. As brief as that kiss was, Frank could feel the tenderness, love, and lust packed into that fleeting act. Feeling him throb and pulse against her lips just in that brief kiss, Latina decided to lean in again, and let her kiss linger longer this time. He must have throbbed against her lips three or four times as she pressed her lips hard up against his cock head, and then against his hard shaft, while clutching both of his bare ass cheeks in her hands. Then her excited tongue began eagerly lapping and licking at (and all over) his magnificent swollen, come-filled balls, before beginning its long, slow lick up the tight, smooth flesh of his 8-inch long, 2-inch thick, hard, throbbingly-beautiful, masculine and muscular, completely-irresistible shaft.

Reaching his cock head, Latina began licking at the very tip, then clutching the very base of his pulsating cock, she slid her lips over his bulbous cock-head, and began leaning in to take more and more of his sexy hardness into her hungry mouth.

Frank leaned forward, and pulled Latina's miniskirt off of her. He then planted the sweetest, tenderest, most loving kiss, right on her navel. Then he grasped her ass and the small of her back, and started bending her over backward, her back arched, her neck and head leaned over as if for a shampoo at a beauty-salon sink. Latina let herself slide down, until she was flat on her back on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Frank lovingly tucked his rolled-up shirt and trousers under her neck, as a makeshift pillow. He placed his red silk boxers under her ass, to insulate her from the cold floor, and he lifted her legs and spread her knees, to keep them off the cold floor, too. As she still had her sheer black stockings on, the bottoms of her feet were insulated from the coldness of the floor.

Sensing that his wife now needed warming-up, heating up, Frank leaned down and took a long, slow lick at the outside of her pussy lips. Tasting the first few beads of her gathering internal moisture, Frank pried her pussy lips apart, and slowly sank his long, thin middle finger into the deepest depths of her hungry desire for him. Holding her lips open, he began a slow, hot lick up from her pussy lips, past her G-spot, and ending with circling licks over her growing and hardening clit.

"I LOVE YOU!" Latina cried out in her loudest, shout-it- from-the- rooftops voice, far more sincere than when Zora had modeled that behavior for her. "I WANT YOU!" That last bit may not have been taught in Madame Zora's class, but "I want you" seemed to work its OWN magic, too.

Frank slithered up the floor, and sweetly kissed the side of Latina's neck.

Reaching up with both hands, Latina grabbed Frank's shaft, and guided it against her dripping opening. Frank took the hint, and he slowly pressed his thighs downward, as inch after manly, throbbing inch sank into her fleshy folds. He slowly pulled out, then thrust himself back in, letting his cock rest completely inside her, then pushing even harder, until she felt his huge, come-swollen balls slapping her vaginal opening.

To a carpenter, anything may seem like a hammer. But Frank knew how to use his love-hammer to hammer, drill and yes, even screw her hot, horny pussy through multiple thrashing, screaming, moaning, hip-gyrating orgasms, that crashed in wave after wave, one right after the other, for a solid five to ten minutes. All this time, Latina wrapped her legs around Frank's waist, resting her stocking-clad feet on his firm ass cheeks, kissing his mouth and neck, nibbling his ear, and stroking his muscular, hairy chest.

When she felt Frank's cock start to twitch madly, and then pause inside of her, she knew she was in for a treat. She pressed her feet hard and tight against Frank's cute tush, pulling his manhood deeper and ever deeper into her, until she finally felt his hot blast burst against her inner walls. Feeling his come blasting into her, Latina let loose her fifth and most powerful orgasm of the night, letting her liquid passion thoroughly coat the purpleness of his cock head and shaft. Rolling over onto her side, and keeping Frank buried deep inside of her, Latina locked her arms and legs around Frank, and began hungrily and appreciatively kissing his mouth.

"I love you," they both sang out in unison.

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Lesson 2

The next day, Latina thanked Madame Zora profusely for unleashing the power of those three magic words, "I love you."

"Thank you," Madame Zora replied. "But those are the LEAST powerful of the 15 magic words I will be teaching you."

"LEAST powerful? All I know is, their power unleashed the most wonderful and intense feelings in my Frank and me last night."

"Oh? Just HOW intense are we talking about? Is your pussy stretched, sore, and soaked?"

"How did you know?"

"Could I see for myself?"

"Sure, why not?" And with that, Latina unsnapped and unzipped her micro-mini jeans shorts, and slid them off of her legs.

"Mmm! Verrrry nice!" Madame Zora cooed. "With my psychic powers, I can see every spot where he thrust and throbbed and pushed. I can almost smell and taste his hot explosions into you. I FEEL how he made you VERY wet, and how you lubricated him thoroughly.

Yes, you have done well, you've done VERY well for yourself, my student. Are you ready to learn the NEXT three, even more powerful, magic words?"

Latina closed her eyes, and in a dreamy swoon, recalled every sight, sound, touch, and emotion she had experienced the previous night, from the magic power of the three words 'I love you.' She wondered what magic could be more powerful than that, and eager to find out, she lustily replied "Mmmmm-hhhhmmm! I mean, yes, Madame Zora."

"OK, these next three words, you have to know EXACTLY when to say them. They only work at very precise moments. You have to go on instinct, I can't teach you exactly when is the right time to say them. You have to go with what feels right to you, and use them only when you feel that your lover might be receptive to their magic. While I can't teach you WHEN to say these words, I CAN tell you, however, HOW to say them. They must be spoken very slowly, in a drawn-out whine, begging and pleading. When you feel the moment is right to use these next three words, you will instinctively know how to say them. But I will go over how to say these words anyway, just so I leave nothing to chance in ensuring that you get the maximum power out of their magic."

"What ARE these three words, oh great and wise sorceress?"

Once Latina learned this second set of three magic words, and practiced them repeatedly with Madame Zora in class, she couldn't wait to get home and create just the right moment to use them with Frank. Although SHE was to be the primary beneficiary of the power of these three magical words this time, she already knew what she would do in return, to let Frank enjoy some magic, too.

Latina would get to test the power of her second new set of magic words the very next morning. For she became sort-of half-awake about an hour before it was time to get up for work. She found herself facing Frank's back, both of them lying spoon-fashion on their queen-size bed, with his fine, firm, chiseled, tightly-sculpted ass cheeks resting comfortably against her smooth, coffee-and-cream tone thighs. Her open palm was clutching the smooth skin of his hairy chest, and her fiery-red lips rested against his broad shoulders. His arm stretched behind him, Frank's palm cupped her ass cheeks, and his fingertip rested teasingly against the beautifully-defined crease, where her curvaceous derriere met the tops of her dark, shapely legs.

Thinking Frank asleep, Latina began softly kissing his shoulders and massaging his thighs. If he was asleep, this must have at least partially awakened him, as he began circling his fingertip around her ass crease, while repeatedly squeezing and then releasing her soft ass cheeks.

After about ten minutes of this love play, Frank moved his hand around to massaging Latina's thigh. Then he began a series of long, slow strokes from her toes up one leg, to her thigh, across to the other thigh, and then back down her other leg, down to her other foot. For her part, Latina slowly inched her palm down from his chest, until it was resting directly over the tiger-print G-string that she had bought him, and which he had made such a show of stripping down to the previous night.

Frank turned to face Latina now, and began gently kissing her about 5 or 6 times. Then he kissed just her lower lip, and lovingly sucked her lip between his own lips. He then pulled her skimpy, wispy black bra down to reveal her 38-C breasts, her dark-red half-inch nipples, and her 3-inch- wide reddish-brown areolas.

He began kissing and sucking on her neck, while rolling and pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His kisses slowly trailed down her neck, and into her cleavage, and finally across to her breasts. He kissed and licked all the way around first one breast, and then the other, before landing his hot kisses directly on her hardening nipples. He next alternated between sucking and nibbling on first her left nipple, and then her right, cupping her breast in one hand while his free hand caressed and stroked her thighs.

Frank rolled over again, once more presenting his backside to her. She again cupped his chest in her palm, then with a "Why the hell not?" attitude, she slid her hand down to cup his G-string's fake-tiger-skin pouch. Feeling him start to stiffen, she let her fingertips push aside the pouch, as her fingertips made direct contact with her man's long, thick love muscle now. Frank reached around behind him, and resumed squeezing Latina's soft, round ass.

Frank's fingers now moved to rubbing her thighs, but this time, instead of moving down her dark, shapely legs, his fingers began luxuriously brushing her thick, dark bush. Latina was still half-asleep, and was determined not to let Frank's actions rouse her an hour before getting up for work. So she squeezed her thighs tightly together, keeping her legs tightly locked-up. Even as Frank's fingertips brushed lower and lower down along her thick, dark pussy fur, she remained determined not to let his slender, skilled fingers probe her into wetness this morning, as they had done on so many previous mornings over the past three years.

But after about five minutes of brushing her like this, his finger somehow extended enough to catch the very edge of her hooded clit. He slowly, ever-so-teasingly-slowly, began rubbing circles over the hood, trying to fold it back and get at her orgasmic on-switch, hidden just beneath. Latina took a deep breath, and strengthened her resolve not to let Frank get to her on this morning. She was simply too tired. But she did not count on Frank's determination. His cock was pulsating like mad in her palm, and she knew from experience that he would not be happy until he could feel he getting just as excited as he was. He was such a generous and considerate lover, when it came to satisfying HER needs and desires, only please, just not this morning, OK?

Frank now brought a second finger down to assist in his assault on her sleepy pussy. One finger pushed her tiny hood out of the way, while the other ran slow, lazy circles around her now-unprotected clit. Latina drew in another deep, icy breath. He was not going to get to her, no way, not this morning. She squeezed her legs and thighs together even tighter. But she was too late: his fingers were already on her clit; they were not about to retreat in surrender. Especially since he could now feel that very first drop of internal moisture streaking, like a single tear-drop, down the length of his finger.

Now he really started to fight unfairly. He tried to push his middle finger down further, to invade the fleshy interior folds of her pussy. They could not push their way past her tightly-squeezed thighs, so he brought his thumb down to continue running slow circles around her clit, and then pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Several more drops of creamy liquid lust slid down his fingers. Momentarily distracted, Latina forgot to squeeze her thighs, giving Frank's middle finger just enough space to slip into her now. Feeling his finger slowly sliding in and out of her inner-most and secretive recesses, Latina now realized that she had lost both the battle, and the whole war, to get that extra hour of sleep.

Latina bravely tried to keep her legs tightly locked, but she knew deep in her heart that this was just a futile gesture of a beaten warrior, stubbornly refusing to concede defeat just yet. After about five minutes of his finger massaging her inner depths, and his thumb circling and squeezing her clit, her pussy betrayed her (as it almost always DID) by emanating loud squishy noises of desire. Completely in spite of herself, Latina now spread her legs apart widely, and let Frank's fingers have free reign to roam wherever they wanted, both outside and inside of her now-soaking-wet, desperately-horny pussy, as she continued to grasp and massage his massive shaft, and to cup his enormous, come-swollen balls.

Frank now gently rolled Latina onto her back, and he lay face-down beside her, his lips sweetly brushing hers. In this position, he could (and did) slip his middle finger even deeper into her now. She could feel his pulsating hardness through the sheets, causing their whole mattress to quake. She sat up and pulled her filmy, flimsy, translucent negligee over her head, then she laid down on her back, completely naked now.

Frank slowly kissed all around her soft but firm 38C breasts, her 3-inch-wide reddish-brown areolas, and her hard 1/2-inch nipples. Then he kissed her navel and her tummy, her thick, dark bush, and her creamy, mocha-toned thighs, all the while continuing to massage her inner walls with his long, thin middle finger, and to rub his thumb in circles on her clit, as she soaked his hand and fingers with her horny dampness. She writhed on the bed in uncontrolled fits of horny desire, and she moaned Frank's name repeatedly.

Madame Zora's voice called to her in her mind now, and it seemed the perfect time for Latina to use her newly- acquired trio of magic words, in precisely the pleading, whiny tone that they had practiced in class. "Eeeeeattt me! PLLLLEASSSSE!" Madame Zora had been right, when the moment was right, those three magic words, and the required pleading tone, really DID come to her naturally, effortlessly. She repeated the three magic words again: "EAT me! Eat me, PUUULLLLEEEASE!"

The powerful magic of these three words worked even better than Latina had dared to hope. Frank moved his kisses from her inner thighs, directly onto her clit. His lips felt exquisite against her growing horniness. But she really wanted that long, strong tongue of his, so she repeated the second-most powerful magic words in the universe a third time: "Eat me! PLEASE!" Frank's magical tongue finally rolled slowly past his still-kissing lips, massaging the very tip of her expanding love button, then swirling over her in circles and other creative geometric shapes, as his now-victorious fingers continued their relentless assault on her hot, wet, interior.

"Eat me! PLEASE eat me!" Latina repeated for a fourth time, as Frank's lips wrapped around her swollen, pulsating clit, and he began gently nibbling at her pleasure center. The magic of her powerful words was working on Frank as well as on her, as it was now difficult to tell whose moans of pleasure and desire were louder. And the quaking that Frank's rhythmically-pulsating cock was causing against the mattress, seemed to grow ever more frequent.

Frank slid his palm under Latina's ass cheeks, and lifted them off the mattress. Latina planted the bottoms of her feet flat against the top of the mattress, and used all of her leg and thigh muscles to push her damp pussy higher and higher off the bed, deeper and deeper into Frank's face, as his lips, teeth, and tongue continued to work their own powerful magic all over her throbbing clit, her wide- stretched pussy lips, and her moist inner walls.

With one final upward thrust of her thighs, and sideways sway of her hips, Latina let out her loudest moaning groan yet, and flooded Frank's mouth with her no-longer- containable lust. If those three magic words, "Eat me, please!" could make Latina feel THIS good, she couldn't WAIT to learn the next three magic words, which Madame Zora had promised contained even MORE powerful magic for her and her loving man.

Even before her torrent of juices stopped flowing out of her, Frank was already lying atop her, rubbing his magnificently-hard cock back and forth over the entrance to her wide-open love tunnel.

She wrapped her hands around his waist, and her legs around his firm, exquisitely-chiseled butt, and rolled him flat on his back. She wrapped her fist around his thick shaft, and she eased her slicked-up pussy slowly down over him, a millimeter at a time.

When just his thick, fleshy cock head had slipped past her wide-open pussy lips, Latina found herself reverting to the FIRST set of magic words that Madame Zora had taught her, whispering a sweet "I love you" in Frank's ear.

As the first inch of hard, throbbing shaft slid into her, she said "I love you" in a normal, conversational tone. Another inch in, another increase in volume as she repeated "I love you." These words had slightly less magic than "Eat me, please," it was true, but the power of these magic words was plenty sufficient for Latina right now. By the time that he completely filled her up, Latina was shaking and twitching from head to toe, moaning uncontrollably, and just about bellowing her screams of "I love you" at the top of her lungs, and immensely enjoying the powerful magic that her few simple words were unleashing inside of her body, and deep in her soul.

Meanwhile, she also began slowly sliding herself up and down over his long, thick pleasure-giver, gradually increasing the pace. He grabbed her left hip in his right palm, and began pushing her down on him and lifting her up, rhythmically, very slowly at first, then with gathering speed. The whole time, he was rolling and pinching her right nipple between his left middle and fore fingers.

Frank now grabbed her left hip forcefully, and pulled her downward with one quick stroke, while his own hips thrust powerfully upward. This was all she could take now, more pent-up horniness than she could bear for one second longer, and she quickly released her second flood of love juices all over the outside of his deeply-buried shaft, just as he began to flood her interior chambers with his own hot stickiness.

Latina bent down now, and began showering his lips, neck, and chest with appreciative kisses, even as his cock remained buried deeply inside of her and throbbing-away madly. This was her one and only man she loved, her kindred spirit, her soulmate. Their shared intimacy, helped along by Madame Zora's three magic words, had once more proven how strong was the bond of love between them. Somewhat to her surprise, and to his, Frank exploded once more, nearly as powerfully as his first time. Latina didn't know why this should surprise her: she and Frank shared such a strong love and lust, that they both frequently experienced multiple orgasms during their late-night, early-morning, and mid-day rendezvous. It was just surprising that a magical incantation of "Eat me, please!", meant entirely for her benefit, had brought her husband such joy and pleasure as well.

Latina's pussy was so filled with her own juices and Frank's, that his second orgasmic eruption had no place to go except to ooze down along his still-buried shaft, out past her pussy lips (which were now tightly stretched around his still-hard shaft), and all over her thighs, and his. A few drops of their well-blended liquid passion even dribbled down onto the bed sheet.

Latina felt so good, so loved, so fulfilled, that her pussy muscles now began squeezing tightly around his cock, then releasing, squeezing then releasing, as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of her, and to throb rhythmically against her moist inner walls. After about ten more minutes of him thrusting and throbbing, and her squeezing and releasing, they both came for their third time of the evening, and she collapsed on top of him.

Finally, sore and satisfied, Frank began to soften just a little, and he began to slowly, carefully withdraw, not wishing to hurt either of their now extremely-sensitive but deeply-contented genitals. They both lay side-by-side on their backs, her head nuzzling his chest, as they held hands and tried to drift back to sleep. They had been holding hands and relaxing, cooling-down, for less than five minutes, when the alarm went off. They had been making love for about 50 minutes: yes, time sure DOES fly when you're having fun!

The whole rest of the day at work, Latina wondered what three magic words Madame Zora had for next, that promised even more wonderful magic than the indescribably-powerful magic that Frank and Latina had just shared from those three simple monosyllables: "Eat me, please!"

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Lesson 3

"Did you practice last week's lesson?" Madame Zora asked.

"Oh, YES! Yes!" Latina gushed. "Oh, thank you, thank you SO much for that lesson. Those are TRULY three powerful words!"

"I take it, then, that all went exceedingly well?"

Latina closed her eyes and relived the adventure in her mind. "Mmmmm!" she swooned, "YYYYEEESSS, exceedingly well!"

"And he did as you asked, and ate you out REAL good?"

"Mmmmmm-HHHHMMMM!" Latina agreed dreamily.

"And when he was all done eating your sweet pussy, what did you want to do?"

"I wanted to be held in his strong, loving arms, and to hold him in my arms, and to wrap my legs around his tight butt as we made sweet love. I wanted to make love with him."

"You wanted to do WHAT?" Madame Zora asked.

"Make love with him."

"What?"

"I wanted to make love with him."

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"All right, I wanted him to FUCK me! Is that better? I wanted him to FUCK me deep, hard, and fast. There, is that what you wanted me to say? I wanted--no, I NEEDED, I desperately HUNGERED, for him to FUCK me with that big, thick, magnificent cock of his that I love so much. I NEEDED him to FUCK me, right away, I just couldn't wait one second longer! I admit it, I never needing a FUCKING more desperately than I did at that moment, OK? And he did, he fucked me SSSOOO good, thrusting so HARD and FAST. Mmmmm!"

"Very good, Latina, VERY good! Because that leads me to my next three magic words. Unlike the last set, 'Eat me, please,' which have to be whined to have their maximum magical power, these next three magic words have the same incredible magic power no matter HOW you say them. When you start to get uncontrollably horny, you can whisper these three magic words in his ear: 'Fuck me, baby.' When he starts to give it to you, you can emphasize the first word: 'FUCK me, baby!' When you want to make sure he knows that you need him to focus on YOUR pleasure, you can emphasize the second word: 'Fuck ME, baby!' When he is pistoning in and out of you at 90,000 miles an hour, and you feel about to explode all over him, you can bark it out like a drill sergeant ordering around a new Marine Corps recruit: 'FUCK ME, BABY!' You can pant it out in breathless exhilaration: 'Fuck me, bbbbaaaabbby!' You can even whine it out, like the previous three words I taught you: 'Ohhhhh, ffffuuuuccckkk me, ba-a-a-a-bbbb-eeee!' There is simply no WRONG way to use these three words, so powerful is their magic, the magic that they contain and unleash. Try it with your Frank, you'll SEE how powerful an effect these three magic words really can have with your man."

"OK, you've told me lots of ways to use these words. But how do I know WHEN to use them?" Latina asked.

"You've already answered that yourself," Madame Zora replied. "The magic words I've been teaching you have all been sequential. You start by getting him to say 'I love you', then reply 'I love you', then when the kissing, hugging, fondling, and petting gets really heavy, you let fly the second set of magic words, a whiny, pleading 'Eat me, please.' If he has any talent at all with his tongue--"

"Oh, that's NO problem at all. His tongue sends me into thrashing, moaning, dripping ecstasy every time he eats me out, until all I want him to do, all I can even THINK about, is feeling his long, thick rod pumping fast and hard in and out of me."

"Precisely. And that's when--"

"When I should say these new magic words, 'Fuck me, baby'. I get it."

"Precisely. I knew you were a fast learner."

Latina reached into her micro-mini cut-off jeans shorts and began repeating her newly-learned magic words, while massaging her dampening pussy: "Fuck me, baby. FUCK me, baby! Fuck MMMMEEEEE, baby!"

Then she interrupted herself: "Umm, excuse me, Madame Zora?"

"Yes?"

"Can we end class early, like right now? I'm getting so HORNY all of the sudden, and all I want to do right now is rush home and jump on my Frank, and BEG him to fuck me. Is it OK if I go do that, like RIGHT now?"

"Is it OK? Is it OK! Why, I INSIST on it! That is your homework assignment, to use your newest magic words and report back to me on what effect they had with your husband. Go, go, hurry home now, young lady. Hurry, and get yourself completely and thoroughly fucked, like yo've never been fucked before. Go right NOW, and HURRY home!"

Latina likely broke every speed-limit law scurrying home now, and in record time, she slipped into her favorite of all the sexy lingerie that Frank was always buying her. It featured a shiny, satiny purple bra with peekaboo cut-outs for her long, hard nipples, these holes encircled with dainty white lace, and topped with white bows above each nipple. This was paired with a matching purple-satin crotchless panty, a purple lace garter belt, and sheer black-mesh fishnet stockings. The whole was then covered with a wispy purple baby-doll, held closed at the front by two white ribbons. A pair of purple open-toed, spiked-heel slippers, topped with purple feathers over the toes, completed the outfit.

Latina emerged from the bathroom to find that Frank, too, had changed clothes. He was in a light-blue denim shirt, with the top two buttons open to reveal just a hint of the luxurious carpet of his chest hair, which she loves to run her fingers, lips, and tongue over. He also had on microscopically-short white corduroy shorts, showing off the vast expanse of slender, muscular, hairy legs that seemed to make up most of his 5'10" height, legs that always felt SSSOOOO good when wrapped around her torso, legs that so beautifully framed his long, thick, delectable treat that she loved to suck. Legs that, if she used her magic phrases properly, would soon enough be powering the strong, deep, rapid thrusts for which she was already starting to hunger.

Latina stood facing Frank, and began softly, delicately kissing first his upper lip, then his lower, softly sucking on each lip in turn, before pressing her entire mouth firmly against his in a series of ever more exciting kisses. Frank's lips parted ever so slightly, and Latina's tongue slowly uncoiled into his mouth. Frank pulled away just long enough to whisper "I love you" before hugging her close and returning her French kisses.

Latina, meanwhile, continued to unbutton Frank's shirt, and when she reached the lowest button, she yanked his shirt- tails free of the waistband of his tiny shorts, and began a slow, circular massage of his chest with her open palm.

Frank gently pushed Latina down onto their queen-size bed, and placed a pillow behind her neck. Then he slowly sauntered over to their entertainment center, and pressed the PLAY button. A slow, seductive saxophone solo began to softly wail from their stereo.

"What are you doing, dear?" Latina asked.

"Just sit back and enjoy the show, honey," Frank smiled, leaning over her at the edge of their bed.

Frank slowly, seductively slid his short denim shirt sleeves down his arms, in rhythm to the sax solo, his slender waist slowly gyrating, bumping, and grinding the whole time. He then tossed his shirt down to her on the bed. Instinctively, she caught the shirt, and held it to her face, breathing in the intoxicating scent of masculine musky sweat and his sweet cologne.

Frank pointed to the shiny brass snap at the top of his skimpy white corduroy shorts, then hooked both thumbs inside the waistband at the front of his shorts.

"Yes," Latina answered to Frank's unspoken question. "Oh, yes, please unsnap those shorts. I'm DYING to see what you've got underneath there." Sure, she had seen it, held it, sucked it, and been fucked by it so many times in three years, but right now, she just wanted to see his manhood yet again. Her desire was every bit as strong now, as the very FIRST time she anticipated seeing his bare cock, on their fourth date.

Hearing the slight tinge of horny desperation in his wife's voice, Frank decided to tease just a bit longer, and he began running one finger after another up and down the front of his zipper, letting Latina see the front of his tight shorts growing ever tighter, as his ridge grew both longer and wider with each stroke of his fingers. But soon he realized that if he didn't get on with his private strip- tease, his own horniness would get out of control. So with his thumbs still hooked into his waistband, he unsnapped his corduroy shorts.

Latina reached up with both hands, grabbing his zipper and starting to slowly glide it downward.

Frank lightly and playfully slapped his wife's hand. "Nuh, uh, uh!" he chided. "Mustn't touch the stripper. You can LOOK, but don't touch!"

Frank's fingers now completed the work his wife had started, opening his zipper and slowly skimming his shorts down his legs. He then kicked-off his shorts, past his sexy feet and long, slender toes, revealing the red-hot silky boxers underneath.

Getting into the game now, Latina reached into Frank's wallet on the nightstand, and pulled out a crisp, new twenty dollar bill, curling it up like a cigar, and gently slipping it into the waistband of his fiery-red boxers.

"What do you want me to do for that twenty dollars?" Frank teased.

Getting more and more into playing the role of a patron at a male stripper show, Latina cat-called "Take it off! Take it all off!"

Frank crawled up on the bed, on his knees, straddling her 38C breasts, which were so beautifully framed by her purple satin peekaboo bra. "Why don't you take it off of me yourself?" Frank challenged.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to touch the stripper?" Latina giggled, pulling his wasitband away from his tummy and slowly sliding the red boxers down his legs, using both hands. The twenty dollar bill slowly fluttered downward from Frank's shorts, landing atop the cut-out hole for her excited, swollen left nipple. Frank slid his boxers past one ankle, and then the other. He twirled them playfully around one finger, before tossing his boxers neatly into the open drawer of their nightstand. Underneath, Frank wore the tiniest, sexiest, high-cut men's bikini briefs, a medium-grey cotton. Latina tossed her head from side to side, hoping to catch even the faintest glimpse of his big, hairy balls between his beautifully-muscular thighs. His thighs, and the crotch of his tiny briefs, were so temptingly close to her face as he straddled her bustline, yet they were just out of reach of her hungry lips and tongue.

She tried to sit up straighter, to move her face closer to the object of her desires, but Frank held her wrists down, to keep her from moving in and kissing the front of his skimpy briefs. As good as her lips and tongue would have felt to his growing stiffness just then, he wasn't quite ready to stop teasing her just yet. Sitting down firmly over her breasts, he let his fabric-covered hardness teasingly rub his wife's exposed right nipple, as he rocked back and forth over her. When her hips began to gyrate and she let a long, low moan, he released her right wrist, and let her slowly, seductively pull his tiny grey briefs off of him. To her surprise, there was still one more layer of clothing underneath: a black G-string, with a black fishnet pouch that simultaneously covered yet revealed his long, hard cock, his tick shaft, with enormous swollen balls at one end, and a huge, purple, mushroom head at the other end.

Feeling her hand at last touching his desperate horniness, Frank whispered, "I love you."

Latina cupped his balls in her right hand, right through his fishnet pouch. Frank released her left wrist, held down on the bed, and she immediately slid her fingers downward from the elastic waistband at the top of his G-string's pouch. She sat up higher now, and Frank slid forward, letting his knees straddle her neck. Latina leaned forward, and planted a soft, gentle, tender kiss on the black fishnet pouch. "I love you, too," she cooed. Feeling the fabric, and the hardness beneath it, pulsating against her face, she picked up the twenty dollar bill from the bed again, and reaching into his G-string, she wrapped it around his shaft, repeatedly pumping her fist and the money up and down his thick, throbbing cock, beneath the fabric of his G-string pouch.

"So, what DOES twenty dollars buy from a stripper these days?" Latina giggled.

"What do you WANT it to buy?" Frank challenged.

"Mmmm! Surprise me," Latina replied, yanking off his G- string and planting a gentle, loving, soulful tongue kiss about halfway down his 8-inch shaft, as they both whispered "I love you" in unison.

The magical power of "I love you" was already starting to work its power now, as Frank slid down the bed, and planted his head between his wife's slightly-parted legs. He began kissing her left thigh, alternating between soft pecks and hungry, devouring, sloppy, passionate, all-out kisses that left absolutely no doubt how deep was his love and commitment for her, even after three years of marriage. He then repeated this blend of soft and hard kisses on her right thigh, as she filled the room with her loud chorus of "Mmmmmmmmm!".

"So I can have ANYTHING I want for my twenty dollars, right?"

"Certainly, honey. What do you want me to do?" Frank already knew the answer, but he loved to hear his wife use the magic words she was learning from Madame Zora.

"EAT me. EAT me! PPPPLLEEAAASSSE!" she whined.

Before Latina could even finish, Frank's long, slender fingers were delicately prying her excited pussy lips open wide, as his thumb swirled circles over her partially- exposed clit, and his middle finger began slowly sliding in and out of her moist, slippery depths.

"EEEEAAATTTT me! Please!" Latina begged again.

Once more, Madame Zora was right about the power of the magic words she was teaching, as Frank's long, talented tongue began a slow, sweeping upward lick along her labia, before taking a swipe at her thickening, gyrating clit. Curling his tongue, he slid it next to his finger, already buried in the deepest depths of her love tunnel. The combination of his massaging finger and his swirling tongue against her damp inner walls, soon had Latina writhing, bucking her hips, and moaning uncontrollably. He slowly withdrew his tongue, but left his finger to massage her inner walls on its own. He then planted a variety of soft and hard kisses directly on her throbbing clit, causing her to buck her hips ever higher off the mattress, and ever tighter into his face.

Sensing she was ready for him now, he let his tongue dart out, flicking and licking along the entire extended length of her warm, wet clit. He then swirled his tongue in circles, sweeping arcs, and figure-eights over her clit. Feeling her grow ever wetter against his lips and tongue, he gently sucked her long, hard clit up between his lips. She moaned, and he felt even more wetness against his face. He alternated now between swirling licks, and gentle nibbles, on her clit. Her hips swayed side-to- side, she groaned "UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!", and using all of the muscles she had in her legs and feet, she thrust her thighs high off the mattress, bucking and pressing very hard against his face. He took one final lick and nibble on her clit, while plunging his middle finger deeply into her. For his patience, his mouth was rewarded now with the sweetest, creamiest taste of released feminine lust, as her mighty clitoral orgasm exploded against his tongue and teeth. Just at the very moment she came in his mouth, she reached down and wrapped her fist around Frank's pulsating hardness. Feeling his long, thick shaft throbbing powerfully in her fist, she knew what she wanted, what she needed, just then.

"Thank you, honey. That was INTENSE! But I'm not fully satisfied yet." Then she asked huskily, "How much buying power is left of my twenty dollars, stud?"

"I don't know. Why, what do you WANT to buy now?"

"A fuck. My pussy wants you to FUCK me baby!"

"Hmmm! That's odd, that's exactly what my COCK wants, too. Small world, isn't it?"

Frank climbed atop Latina, and began kissing and nuzzling her neck. Frank's long, strong hands, and Latina's delicate little fingers, slowly guided his thick, quivering shaft into her sopping-wet slit.

After twenty minutes of his intense pounding, and her repeatedly exploding her orgasmic juices over his deeply- thrusting cock, Frank came. And came and came. Even after it seemed like he had filled her with every last drop he could produce, he still continued to throb madly against her inner walls as he slowly, lazily pumped his spent but still-hard shaft in and out of her tight, squeezing pussy.

Latina grabbed a warm, wet wash-cloth, and thoroughly cleaned the mess off her silky-smooth thighs and from inside her pussy. She laid down on her right side, with her loving husband in front of her, also on his right side, his firm, chiseled, tight butt gently pressed up against her freshly-fucked pussy. He reached around behind him, and began stroking her breasts, and pinching her nipples. He ran his hands down her legs, and then inserted his left middle finger into her anus. "Mmmmm!" she moaned, starting to quiver and gyrate again. So he reached his right arm behind him, and inserted his right middle finger back into her pussy, letting his inner knuckle brush her clit on each in-and-out stroke of his finger. One finger worked her anus, the other her slicked-up pussy walls, as the fresh, warm blend of his-and-hers come slowly trickled down her smooth, dark, silky and creamy thighs. Latina couldn't have BEEN happier than she was at that moment.

Latina was feeling so good now, that she simply had to repay the favor. She wrapped her dainty fist around Frank's 8-inch-long, two-inch-thick shaft, and began slowly pumping up and down. As he began bucking his fine ass cheeks ever harder against her thick, dark bush, his probing finger massaged her throbbing clit ever harder. Just as Frank felt Latina's fourth orgasm soak his finger, she began pumping his shaft madly in her fist. With one final shove of his ass, back against her pussy fur, Frank exploded all over Latina's fingers.

"Let's take a shower," Latina whispered, between loving pecks on his cheek and gentle nibbles on his ear lobe.

Frank turned on the shower and waited for the water to get hot, before entering the shower stall. While they were waiting, Frank stood behind Latina, wrapping his arms around her, caressing and massaging her 38Cs, nuzzling the side of her neck, and pressing his firm cock tightly into the crack of her ass. Latina reached in the shower. It was too hot, so she adjusted it down one notch colder. Seeing Frank standing beside the shower stall, she couldn't resist standing behind him now, kissing his soft, smooth, broad shoulders; pressing her thick, dark, curly bush against his muscular butt; wrapping her left arm around his chest and playing with his hardening nipple; and encircling her right arm around his slim waist as her open right palm stroked slowly, gently, over his still-twitching shaft.

In the shower, it was once more Frank's turn to stand behind Latina. As he massaged the shampoo into her hair from behind, his throbbing cock pressed hard into the crack of her ass, and his middle finger explored the interior of her pussy, as the warm water cascaded over both of their naked bodies. When Latina leaned over to grab the creme- rinse, Frank grabbed both of her ass cheeks, spread them apart, and drove his hard cock back into her pussy from behind. He grabbed her hips in both hands, preventing her from straightening up, as he slowly rocked forward and back, forward and back, in and out of her wet horniness. She thrust her legs and ass backwards, deepening his penetration, while softly cooing, "Fuck me, baby." That was all that Frank could take. He thrust forward, while she thrust backward, and she cried out "FFFFUUUCCCKKK me, bay- BBBEEEE!" Just then, he exploded into her for his fourth orgasm of the evening, as she released her own FIFTH orgasm of that night, all over his deeply-buried shaft.

They turned and faced each other in the shower, hugging tightly, and kissing passionately. "I love you," they whispered to each other in unison as they stood face to face under the pulsating shower spray and lovingly washed each other.

"I love you," "eat me, please," and now "fuck me, baby." Three magic phrases that do, indeed, unleash some of the strongest natural forces in the universe. Latina could hardly wait to learn the final magic phrase, given the incredible success of these first three powerful magic incantations.

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Lesson 4: The Final Lesson

"This final magical incantation is the strongest of the four magic phrases you are learning from me. Its magic is so strong, so powerful, that it requires twice as many words to invoke its power as the previous magic does. Its power is SO great, that it can magnify and amplify the power of the other three magical terms by a million times to the millionth power. The power built into this six-word phrase is UNLIMITED. So use it wisely. But if you say these words to the man you truly love, and who truly loves you, and you speak these words sincerely, and you follow up with the appropriate action, I guarantee your love will last forever, and grow stronger daily. If you say and do what I am about to tell you, you two will feel like one soul, and there will be NOTHING you two wouldn't do with and for each other."

"I am ready to learn this final magic, oh wise and wonderful sorceress, and I promise to use its power wisely."

"The power built into this six-word magic phrase is SO strong, that I dare not say it aloud. Someone might overhear, and use its power to ill purpose, to enslave a man, rather than to bring each other the most intense pleasure and the shared joy of a giving, loving relationship. So I have written this magic phrase on paper, and placed it in this sealed envelope that I am now giving you. Do NOT open it until you are at home and alone, where you are sure nobody else can see it. Then read it, memorize it to yourself--DON'T read it aloud--and destroy the paper. I can't emphasize enough, how dangerous it could be if these magic words would fall into the wrong hands, and be used for evil, rather than for the good of increasing the all-too-minimal amount of love, joy, and mind-numbing sex that exists in this world."

When Latina returned home, she locked herself in the bathroom, tore open the envelope, and read the simple six- word incantation written on a small sheet of paper. She instantly recognized that Madame Zora was right, these six words have unlimited power to unlock all the magical forces of the universe, and in the wrong hands, used to the wrong purpose, could enslave a man. But she wanted only to use the power for good, to show her man how deeply and completely she loves him.

Latina knew now what she had to do, and after burning the note and flushing its ashes down the toilet, she changed into her shortest cutoff jeans, the ones that showed-off the amazing creases where the curvaceous base of her ass meets the tops of her shapely legs. She paired this with her tightest half-length T-shirt, sans bra, so her hard nipples and bare midriff showed prominently.

She then told Frank that she wanted to go walking with him hand-in-hand in the moonlight. Frank changed into his skimpy jeans shorts and his black sleeveless undershirt that just hinted at the hairy, muscular chest she so loves to caress, stroke, kiss, and nibble.

After their walk, they lay facing each other on their queen- size bed, their arms and legs wrapped around each other as they kissed tenderly at first, then with ever-increasing passion. His hand reached for and cupped her 38-C breasts right through her tight T-shirt, as her hands eagerly, but gently and lovingly, cupped his cock and balls through his jeans shorts.

Latina stopped kissing Frank long enough to say, "I have a GREAT idea. Let's continue this in the bathroom."

They no sooner had locked the bathroom door behind them, then they threw their arms around each other and resumed kissing. Frank pressed Latina up against the bathroom wall, and she could feel his rising cock starting to press against her bare thighs.Without releasing their passionate grip around each other, Frank began gently tugging Latina's T-shirt upward, pulling it free from inside the waistband of her micro-mini shorts. Latina hungrily yanked Frank's T- shirt free of his own shorts. Frank instinctively raised his arms straight up above his head, and she quickly pulled his T-shirt up and off of him, loving the view that this gave her of his hairy, muscular, masculine, manly chest. She hungrily licked her lips in anticipation of stroking and kissing THAT CHEST! HIS chest! His wonderfully handsome chest, that was hers alone to caress, nibble, and enjoy. Without pausing even one moment from his passionate lip- lock with her, Frank slowly guided Latina's own T-shirt up over her head and her up-stretched arms. Before her T-shirt even hit the tiled bathroom floor, Frank's face was kissing and nuzzling in her cleavage, licking at her three-inch- wide areolas, and sucking on her hard, rubbery, half-inch long nipples.

Latina's nimble fingers now reached down and unbuckled his belt, and unzipped the fly of his cute shorts. All the while, her other hand massaged the hairy thighs of his long, strong, slender, muscular legs. Frank wriggled his hips, forcing his shorts to drop to the floor, and he gingerly stepped out of his shorts, kicking them away with his bare feet. Frank was now facing her in just the state that she liked her man to be: 100% completely NAKED, from head to toe. Latina leaned in to kiss his nipples, but Frank pushed her away. He then unsnapped her skimpy shorts, and falling to his knees, he grabbed her zipper in his teeth, and gently tugged downward. As the first wisps of her thick, dark bush became exposed, he leaned in and planted soft-as-a-butterfly kisses directly on her pubic thatch.

She then grabbed the waistband of her own shorts, and yanked downward. Echoing her previous unspoken thought about him, Frank now commented "Mmmmmm! Just how I like you, honey, one hundred percent completely NAKED! You are SSSOOO beautiful, my love." Still facing her on his knees, he leaned in and kissed her thick, dark hairy patch, and then kissed downward, stopping just above her clit.

Latina had to admit that his kisses down there felt WONDERFUL, but she had a mission to perform: to unleash the most powerful magic in the universe. So reluctantly, Latina gently pushed him away, closed the toilet lid, and sat him down atop the toilet. She then placed a towel on the cold bathroom tiles in front of his feet, and she sank to her knees facing him.

"Honey," she said, "Today Madame Zora taught me the six most powerful magical words in the universe. I have never known ANYONE to whom I want to say these magic words, more than I want to say them to YOU, right her and right now."

"I love you, too, honey, but I'm afraid your math is a little off. 'I love you' is only THREE words, not six."

"Yes, of course I LOVE you, honey. But as magic as 'I love you' is, the six-word phrase is even STRONGER magic. Are you ready to hear it, and to experience its powerful magic?"

"Will it hurt?"

"Hurt? Don't you TRUST me."

"Of course, I TRUST you! You are my one and only true love, my life companion, my SOUL MATE! It was a dumb question, I know that you would NEVER do anything to hurt me. Sorry for asking."

"I forgive you. But now please shut-up, so I can tell you what I have to say. I promise, no pain, just the most excruciating and exhilarating joy that two lovers can ever share. Are you ready?"

"Yes, honey, oh please DO tell me your magic phrase."

Still on her knees facing her husband, Latina leaned forward and gently kissed the very tip of Frank's long, thick, slowly-pulsating cock.

"OK, here goes. The magic phrase, and I SINCERELY mean every word of this!"

"Yes, yes, please tell me! PPPLLLEEEEASSSSE!"

OK, here it is. The most powerful magic phrase in the universe, and what I am feeling toward you right now, is--"

"Yes?"

"I want to suck your cock." No sooner did this six-word magical phrase escape her lips, than Latina wrapped those very same lips around his massive shaft, and began to suck him into her mouth, past her teeth and cheeks, gliding him down over her tongue, until the wide-open eye of his cock- head pressed firmly up against the back of her throat, and his enormous balls rested against her lips. She then backed her face up off of him, her tongue licking and swirling at his exposed cock head, before bobbing back down to slowly swallow inch after throbbing inch of him again.

She kept bobbing down and pulling up and away, bobbing and pulling away, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, in a steady rhythm, just sucking-down his cock and withdrawing, sucking and withdrawing, over and over, as Frank's moans in her ear grew ever louder with each fresh plunge of his cock down her eager, hungry throat. As she pulled away again, she repeated the most powerful six-word magical phrase in the universe: "I WANT to suck your cock! I want to SUCK your cock! I want to suck your CCCCOOOOCCCKKK!" she whined.

The magic worked on that fourth incantation, as no sooner did she suck him back up into her throat again, than he exploded his warm, sweet, stickiness over her lapping, swirling, and encircling tongue, and splattered his passionate liquid love for her against the back of her throat. All she could manage to say now was a long, contented "Mmmmmmmm!" as she swallowed repeatedly. As he continued to come in her mouth and down her throat, Frank's whole body trembled and shook, as he screamed with passionate desire, and she sucked every last drop out of his quivering and thrusting manliness.

Changing the magic phrase by one word, Latina now cooed, "I LOVE to suck your cock!"

After about his third trembling, screaming, moaning orgasm, and after flooding her mouth and her throat and causing his spunk to dribble over her lips and chin, Frank's cock was STILL long and rigid, and pointing straight up at her face. So Latina climbed up atop the toilet seat, her legs straddling his, and she slowly sank her wide-open, wet and eager pussy down, a millimeter at a time, steadily downward over his enormous shaft. She began riding his cock, slowly at first, then with ever- increasing speed, helped along by his hands on her hips, guiding her up-and-down bucking on his thrusting, throbbing cock.

On about his fifth rapid plunge up into her, she started shaking uncontrollably. By his seventh deep plunge, she could no longer hold back her passion, and she began to moan, "Fuck me, my STUD, fuck me." Withdraw and plunge, withdraw and plunge. "Fuck me, my loving husband! FUCK me." Withdraw and plunge, withdraw and plunge, upward, steadily upward into her hot, moist, juicy slit as she rode him. Her moan now turned to a scream to "FUCK me!"

As he plunged up into her again, Latina could no longer hold back her passion. With a long, low howl, rather like the "OWWWW-OOOO" of a coyote, she released a flood of warm pussy juice, rushing and gushing all over the thickness of his deeply-buried cock head and shaft, as her contracting pussy muscles squeezed and clamped down so tight on his cock, that he could no longer withdraw from her warm, moist, fleshy folds. As her sweet, gentle, loving husband fucked her ever deeper and harder, Latina's angelic face lit up with a glowing, moaning smile of the most heavenly pleasure. This is what she had wanted, longed for, hungered for, and dreamed of all her life, and now Madame Zora's lessons in magic were making those long-ago feverish dreams into sweet reality, right here and right now.

Feeling these tangible expressions of her love for him, squeezing and soaking his pulsating shaft, he whispered to her "I'm going to EXPLODE!"

"Yes, PLEASE do!" she replied, loosening her pussy's death- grip on his cock, just enough for him to pull all the way back to the cock-head, and then plunge fast and deep back up into her, releasing a warm, wonderful flood of his white, sticky, creamy come against her moist inner walls, just as he plunged up into her.

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Well, that's my story of how I learned the fifteen most powerful magical words in the universe, in four easy lessons that were FUN to practice, and what magic resulted from them. If you are in a serious, committed relationship, that ALONE is magic, but proper use of these 15 words will VASTLY multiply that magic. I would recommend using these phrases in this order:

1. I love you.

2. Eat me, please.

3. I want to suck your cock.

4. Fuck me, baby.

That sequence seems to work best for my Frank and me. But shhhh! All of this magic is so VERY powerful, that it must remain our little secret. OK?

 

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