Perfect Penis

With that, she turned away to finish a breakfast fit for a king- French toast, sausage, eggs (my favorite way, naturally), fruit, juice, hash browns, and more, mostly made from scratch. I love big breakfasts and used to hit a breakfast buffet every payday weekend. This was even better- mostly because of the loving and beautiful company.

After we ate, she chased me into the shower as she cleaned up, freezing some of the leftovers for a future meal. I called down to ask her what I should wear for the day and she replied that she laid a suggestion out on the bed. The girl had found time to tidy the bedroom, spray some nice air freshener, and had laid out a casual outfit of my good jeans, hiking shoes, one of my nicer polo shirts,and a sweater to layer over it all. Not a lot of clues here as to her plans. No underwear, though. I wondered if that was intentional- not that I had worn a lot of it lately- it was hard to fit the monster in the dang things.

I found her packing what appeared to be a picnic lunch and gave her a big kiss, hugging her close to me and enjoying her scent. She asked if I was ready and literally skipped to my minivan. She gave me driving directions and we got to a neighborhood grocery, a slightly upscale place and she made me wait in the van.

Our next destination was a make-your-own pot place, where Becki quickly showed me up, but working together in the heavy clay was such a sensual activity that I easily forgave her. If this was her idea of an interesting date, I had high hopes for the rest of the weekend! We left there with the promise of revisiting later for the next step.

Then she guided us to the gym she belonged to where we swam and played around- tag, one-one one 'basketball', and such as we worked up a sweat. Becki had grabbed my swimsuit and a few other things and tossed them in her gym bag at some point. We took advantage of the hot tub, sauna, and masseuse before showering off and redressing. The changes the witch set off in me were even more apparent as none of this exhausted me the way it would have a bit more than a week ago. The experience actually gave me a pleasant buzz, and the pretty masseuse seemed to enjoy herself as well.

By now it was lunch time and I was hungry, in many ways. Following Becki's instructions, we soon found ourselves in a little-visited park on the north side of town with a great view of the woods all around. We found a parking place in the sun that kept the car warm even when we turned the engine off. Becki turned on the radio and found some music she liked. She hopped into the back and did the funniest, sexiest, damnedest striptease I had ever seen. She bumped her head on the low roof a couple of times, but did a lot of it on her knees. She even managed to get her small gold necklace tangled in her hair once. When she was done, she quickly wrapped herself in a blanket. "Hey, stud. Why don't you come back here and keep me warm?" I clambered over the seats and joined her, noting that she managed to pile up a lot of my old blankets, a couple sleeping bags, and some camping pads into a workable, warm bed. It was a bit cramped back there, but very cozy.

We managed to get me undressed in the small space, and she pushed me down and crawled under the blankets to play with 'her newest toy' as she called it. I could not see her, but I felt her massage and roll it like a wad of Play Doh. After the other things we had done, I was already a bit aroused. (You should have seen her in her swimsuit! If that is what she normally wore at her gym, I am surprised she was left alone!) She quickly got me the rest of the way up, then took me in her very warm, very active mouth where it felt like she was running me through a complete wash cycle, with spin dry. I held off cumming in her mouth- only because she asked me not to.

Next, I felt her rubbing her nipples on my cock, legs, and belly. She was swinging her chest so her hard nipples did erotic Spirograph designs all over me- odd, but very, very pleasant! Then she started to kiss my chest and shoulders and my cock jerked. She worked her way up to my shoulders, neck and face as she settled her crotch over the head of my cock. Kissing me hard, she shoved herself hard on me and broke the kiss to scream out her pleasure. My ears were still ringing when she resealed her lips to mine.

She fucked me hard and made me cum hard deep inside her. Then she made me sit up and sat on me backwards, riding me and letting me play with her tits. Pressing on the roof, she pushed herself hard on me, like she was trying to drive me all the way through her. She came again and went limp just as I blasted away again.

I moved her into my arms and we rested in the now toasty warm van for a while. Her gym bag provided some wipes we used to clean up, and she started lunch. She used my little camp stove to heat some water for soup and drinks, and we feasted on thick meat sandwiches on a crusty bread, soup, crudites, and other things. Clean up was quick and simple, and after, we just lounged in the back of the van for a bit. She had even brought along some crosswords and stuff for us to work on as we rested.

When we were ready, we headed to the mall and picked up some outfits and a couple things for my apartment. Hanging out with Becki was great, and it felt so much more natural, more 'real' than hanging with the other women did. We were sipping some sort of fancy teas at the mall's tea specialty shop when Becki sighed.

"I am so happy I listened to my Great-Aunt Mathilda and went to that lounge the other day." When I asked her what she meant she elaborated that she was over at her aunt's when she suggested that Becki needed to get out and suggested the time and place. I noticed as she spoke that she played with her necklace... which looked oddly familiar... a tree, a pentagram, and the letter M.

"Tell me more about your aunt." I asked. Becki's face lit up as she told me about a long-time family friend that she had known since childhood, a woman that she would spend summers with and who taught her so much about so many things. A cultured woman with an extensive garden, her beloved pet cat, and many friends of all sorts.

"My mother always said that Aunt Mathilda was a witch, but the 'good' sort. My aunt never spoke of her beliefs, but I always sort of believed it."

"That's an interesting necklace." I said. She smiled and told me that it has always belonged to her aunt but that she had given it to her this last visit, saying it was time for her to have it.

"You know," I started, "I've seen a necklace like that before." I told her the story of the lake and the witch, without a lot of detail about what happened in the bedroom.

"That was you?" Becki gasped. "Aunt Mathilda told me that a young man had saved her life and she gave him a gift, but owed him more."

"And she gave you the necklace and told you to go to the bar?" I asked. "It almost sounds like she was pointing you at me." She blushed.

"My aunt loves me and wants the best for me. Obviously, she thought that was you."

I gave Becki a big kiss. "If she thought she still owed me anything, I would easily call the debt paid." On our way out of the mall, I swung us by the jewelery store to look at rings, and afterwards, we had a really, really nice night!