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.