Wilma: By Purplecat. Wilma Samuels stepped through her front door and dropped her backpack in the hall. She went into the living room and found it empty. She knew her mom was home because her car was in the carport, and there was a car that Wilma didn't recognize parked behind it. "Mom," she called softly. There was no answer so she went into the kitchen. It was empty too. She went back to the hall and picked up her backpack, and went up the stairs. She saw her grandmother Opal, standing in the hall with her ear pressed against her mother's bedroom door. "What are you doing Grams," she asked. Her Grams held her forefinger in front of her lips. "Shhh, I'm listening to your mom fuck some stranger," she said. "GRAMS!" Wilma said. "Be quiet and listen," Grams whispered. Wilma pressed her ear to the door, and heard soft moans and sighs. They heard the slapping of flesh on flesh, and suddenly it was quiet. "I think they're finished, we'd better hide," Grams whispered again. They quickly went into Wilma's room and pressed their ears against the inside of her door. After a while they heard her mother's door open and close. When they heard footsteps on the stairs, Wilma cracked her door and heard the front door close. She ran to her window and saw the man go around his car, Wilma was shocked. He was a young man of about nineteen or twenty and he was black. "Why is she doing this Grams?" Wilma asked, tears welling in her eyes. Opal was a very outspoken person. "I think it's because your dad is not fucking her," she said. "How do you know?" "Your mother told me he can't get it up anymore." "But daddy will find out and they'll be divorced and I'll be going back and forth between their homes and I'll have a black man for a step daddy," Wilma cried. "Don't be silly girl, she only fucked him, I'm sure she's not thinking of marrying anybody. I fucked lots of men when your grandpa was alive, but I still loved him." "But if daddy finds out he'll be heart broken." "We can't let him find out. Can we?" "How did you find out? You usually take a nap in the afternoon." "I was lying down but I couldn't sleep. I heard voices in the hall, and peeked out of my door. I saw them going into your mom's room. I listened at the door the whole time. They were in there for almost an hour I heard your mom say she was cumming three times." Wilma knew what cumming was she'd cum many times by using her fingers. "We have to do something to help daddy," Wilma cried. Opal looked at her granddaughter for a long time, and then seemed to make a decision. "If you promise not to tell your mom, I'll tell you something." "I promise," Wilma said, and stopped crying. "You know the old trunk in the attic?" "The one that belonged to Greatgrams, and I'm not supposed to ever open?" "That's the one, go up and look in it." "It's locked." "I'll give you the key, from now on it's your trunk." They went to Opal's room and she went to her jewelry box and got the key. "Better go down and let your mom know your home before you go to the attic," Opal said. Celia Samuels felt good, she always felt good after a good fucking, and she'd just had a beauty. She met the young man at the mall, He was selling shoes and she decided to fuck him the instant she saw him. He was trying shoes on her and his touch on her feet and legs made her pussy so wet that her panties were sticking to her. "To bad you have to work this afternoon," she said, smiling. "I haven't had lunch yet I can leave whenever I get ready. What did you have in mind?" He grinned. "I know exactly what kind of shoes I'm looking for. I have a pair that are wore out. Maybe you could come to my house and see them. If you don't have them maybe you could order them for me." "Yes of course. Where do you live?" "You can just follow me home." She said. She knew her mother would be taking her afternoon nap. After he fucked her the young man left without asking about the shoes. "Hi mom," Wilma said. Celia was jerked out of her day dream. "You're home early aren't you?" she asked. "Cheer leader practice was cancelled because of a teachers meeting." "How long have you been here?" "Just got here," Wilma lied. Wilma saw her mother breathe a sigh of relief. What Wilma wasn't telling her was her afternoon classes were all cancelled because of the meeting. She'd gone to her friend Amy's house and spent a couple of hours before coming home. Wilma left the kitchen and went directly to the attic. She stood in front of the old trunk trembling with excitement. This trunk had been in her family as long as she could remember and she wasn't allowed to touch it. With her hand shaking she put the key in the lock and opened it. She lifted the lid, and right on top was a big book. It had strange symbols on it that meant nothing to Wilma. She opened the book and read the first page. `If you're reading this, and you're not my great granddaughter this book will disintegrate in ten seconds,' it said. Nothing happened so Wilma turned the page. "You must be my great grand daughter," the book said but there was nothing on the page Wilma actually heard a voice. "Who are you?" Wilma asked. "I'm your great grandmother," the book said. "How can that be?" Wilma asked. "I'm a witch and I left this book for you." "There's no such thing as a witch," Wilma said. "That's funny because I am one, and so are you." "I'm a witch?" "Full blown, all you need is a little education." "Education, what do you mean?" "The pages of this book tell you everything you need to know, and until my life source runs out I'll be here to help you." "I just want to help my daddy get it up again," Wilma said. "Penis erectus, page thirty-eight," the book said. Wilma turned to page thirty-eight. She read the ingredients of the spell. "Where can I find bat wings, toad tongues and beetle eyes?" she asked "It's all in the bottom of the trunk my dear," the book said. It was true Wilma found everything she needed in the bottom of the trunk. It was all in plainly marked jars. There were many jars with strange items in them. There were lion claws, leopard lips, sharks teeth, snake fangs and many other items. "If you're a witch and I'm a witch, are mom and Gram witches too?" "Yes, but they aren't allowed to practice witchcraft." "Why is that?" "At the last witch council meeting it was agreed that witchcraft can only be practiced by every third generation. I made your grandmother promise not to practice and not to tell my granddaughter that she's a witch." "So mom's a witch and don't even know it." "That's right." "Will this stuff really help my daddy get it up?" "Yes. Why are you so interested in helping him get a hard-on are you going to fuck him?" "Heavens no he's my father. Mom is cheating on him because he can't get it up, so I want to help him so she won't cheat any more." The book laughed a loud cackling laugh. "She's a witch, witches will fuck anything. Do you have a dog? If you do I'll bet she's fucking him too." "We don't have a dog," "Better get one, they're a great fuck. That's one bad thing about being stuck in this book, no pussy," the book said, and cackled again. "I don't fuck anything," Wilma said. "You must be a virgin. Once you get fucked you will. How old are you anyway?" "Thirteen." "Just the right age to start fucking, that's how old I was when I started," The book said. "I'm not starting until I'm Married." The book cackled again, and Wilma closed it shutting off the voice. After locking the trunk she took the book to her room. She laid it on the bed and sat next to it. She opened it to page thirty-eight. "That wasn't very nice, cutting me off just when I was having a good laugh," the book said. "Let's get started on this `Penis Erectus' thing," Wilma said. "It's not a thing, it's a spell." "Okay spell, let's get started on it." Under the list of ingredients were complete instructions as Wilma read it, the book spoke the words. When she finished she smiled. "This will be easy and fun," she said. "It takes almost a whole day to make it," the book said. "This is Friday, mom and dad go out for dinner and a movie on Fridays. Grams always has a date with one of her boy friends. We'll make it tonight while they're gone." "You can't make it one evening." "Sure I can, you just watch me," Wilma grinned. "I can't see, but you still can't make it in one evening." Wilma took the ingredients she needed from the trunk and hid them in her room. After her parents and grandmother left she ran to her room and got them along with the book. She put everything on the kitchen counter and opened the book to page thirty- eight. "You read everything to me so I don't mess up," she said. "Did you bring the mortar and pestle from the trunk?" "No I didn't." "You'll need that to grind the dry ingredients into a fine powder." "Just read them off," Wilma said. The book read them off and Wilma carefully measured everything and put it in the blender. When everything was in she turned it on. "What's that?" the book asked. "That's my automatic mortar and pestle," Wilma laughed. In a few minutes it was finished. "What's next?" Wilma asked. "A large pot, I always used my cauldron." "I don't have one of those so we'll use this big bowl." Wilma took a big plastic bowl out of the cabinet. "Now I pee in the bowl, right?" "Right," Wilma had removed her panties in her bedroom so she just squatted above the bowl and peed. "Now I rub my pussy until I cum, right?" "Right and make sure all dripping juice from your pussy goes into the pot." This was the fun part, Wilma rubbed her pussy moaning. There was plenty of juice dripping into the bowl, she had a very wet pussy. After she came she looked up at the book. "Is that it?" "Dip your hand down in the piss and wash the rest of your pussy juice into the pot." "Okay that's done, now what?" "Pour in the dry ingredients and put it on the fire. Boil it down until you get a thin paste then spread it out on a cookie sheet and put it in the sun until it dries." Wilma put it in the microwave and minutes later spread the paste out on a clean plastic bag then she put a towel over it and dried it with her hair drier. "All done," she said. `I can't believe it; all these new fangled gadgets have made witchcrafting easy," the book said. The next morning Wilma woke up early, she usually slept until ten on Saturday, but today she was too excited to sleep. She pulled off her panties and masturbated. Her mom and Grams always went shopping on Saturday. She was having her fourth orgasm when she heard her mom's car start. She ran to the window and watched as they backed out of the driveway. The night before the book had explained in detail how to cast the spell. She took a tiny pinch of the powder from the zip-lock bag she'd put it in and placed it in her palm. Her dad was sitting in his chair watching the history channel like he always did on Saturday. "Morning dad," she said. "Morning sweetheart," he said. She held her hand palm up in front of her face and blew the powder in his face. "PENIS ERECTUS," she said in a loud voice. Her father stared at her with a dumfounded look on his face. He suddenly stood up and dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. His hard cock was sticking out, and was jerking up and down. Wilma gasped she'd never seen a real cock before; she'd seen plenty on the internet but never a real one. She just stood there and stared at it. Her father grabbed her arm and threw her on the couch. Her legs flew up, and her night gown rode up, baring her virgin pussy. Before she knew what was happening her father was on top of her. He rammed his hard cock into her with one long stroke. She screamed from the pain but at the same time she loved the feel of his cock in her. The pain went away quickly but the joy of being fucked didn't. She pulled her knees up to her shoulders and thrust her pussy up at him. She came screaming and threw her arms around his neck. She thrust herself up at him harder. He never stopped slamming into her. "Oh God fuck me," she screamed, and came again. She was having her third orgasm when she felt his pistoning cock spew into her. He lay still breathing hard. "Oh God what have I done?" he said. "Its okay daddy, I liked it," Wilma said. She had her arms around his neck, and her legs locked firmly around his waist. "This is incest," he said. "I think incest is best, fuck me again." She said, pumping her wet cunt onto his still hard cock. The feel of her pussy riding up and down his cock was more than he could stand. He started pounding into her again. Wilma had three more orgasms before he came again. Again he lay still gasping for air. "We have to stop this I'm afraid we'll get you pregnant," he said. "I don't think so I just finished my period yesterday, fuck me again." "I don't think I can, I'm exhausted," he gasped. "You're dick is still hard let me get on top," she grinned. They changed position and she slid her cunt down on his cock. She fucked him until he came twice more, she didn't know how many times she came. Her body was covered with sweat and she just couldn't go on, she collapsed on top of him. "I can't fuck anymore we'll do it again later," she said. "I don't think so, we shouldn't have done it this time," he said. "But daddy I like to fuck, if you don't fuck me I'll fuck somebody else." Paul Samuels couldn't believe what had happened over the last hour. Before his cock wouldn't get hard no matter what he did, and now it wouldn't get soft. He felt it jerking inside her cunt. If they both weren't so exhausted he would fuck her again right now. He knew no matter how wrong it was, as long as she wanted it, he would fuck her. "Don't do that baby, If you want to we'll do it again later," he said. "Promise?" she asked, squirming her cunt around on his cock. "Yes I promise." She slid her tight pussy off of his cock and cum streamed out of her onto his stomach. "Shit, you better get me a towel to clean up this mess." After she brought her dad a towel Wilma went to her room and threw open the book. "You didn't tell me that when I cast the spell I was gonna get fucked," she said. The book cackled. "I guess I left that part out," the book said, still cackling. "Lucky for you I liked it, now all I have to do is to somehow get on birth control pills." "Of course you liked it, you're a witch, and all witches like to fuck. What's a birth control pill?" "Keeps you from getting pregnant, I'm gonna need them, cause I'm gonna fuck a lot." You don't need birth control pills to keep from getting pregnant, just turn to page eighty-two." Wilma quickly turned the pages. `Babyon deletus.' It said it the top of the page. "This will keep me from getting pregnant?" "Works like charm, in fact it is a charm," the book cackled. "I can cast a spell on myself?" "You can cast a spell on anybody including yourself." "I've always wanted bigger tits. Can I make my tits grow?" Page seventy-two," the book said. After her parents and Grams went to bed Wilma went down to the kitchen and made the two spells. She put towels over the blender to quiet it, and turned off the microwave before it beeped. She took the concoctions to the car port and dried them on the hood of her dads car. When she returned to her room she stopped and listened at her parent's door. The soft cries and moans made her grin. She went into her bathroom stripped off her clothes and did the Babyon deletus spell, and then she sprinkled a little dust in her face and said. "BRESTUS EXTENDUS." She was surprised her tits grew immediately. Not much but enough that she could tell it. The book warned her about using too much powder because she would have a hard time explaining how she got double D tits in one day. She was just crawling in bed when her door opened and her daddy came in. "Hi daddy," she said. "Your mother's gone to sleep but my cock hasn't," he grinned, his hard cock sticking out of his pajamas "Fuck me," Wilma said. On Sunday Wilma studied the book, and after her mother went to sleep her daddy fucked her again. The next day Wilma went to school. It would have been a perfect day except for Karen Williams. For some reason or other Karen was always giving her a hard time. "When are you going to get some tits?" Karen would ask. "You'll wind up an old maid no one will ever want a tit less bitch like you," she would say. Before it hurt, but now Wilma knew she was going to have bigger tits than Karen. Karen was fifteen and was dating the star quarterback of the football team who was a senior. She was a stuck up spoiled brat as far as Wilma was concerned. Karen hated Wilma because she was so smart. Even though she was just thirteen she was already in high school and in the same class as Karen. That afternoon when Wilma got home she kissed her mom and went to her room. Grams was waiting for her. "She did it again," Opal said. "Did what?" "Fucked that young black boy." "I thought she'd stop when daddy could get a hard-on again," Wilma said, plainly disappointed. "Your daddy can get a hard-on again, how do you know?" "Never mind how I know, I just do," Wilma grinned. "Witchcraft huh?" Opal asked. "Yep, but she's still doing it. What are we going to do now?" Wilma asked, tears welling in her eyes. "Let's go down and confront her," Opal said. They found Celia in the kitchen repotting a plant and day dreaming about the black cock that fucked her less than an hour ago. They sat down at the kitchen table and watched her. "We know all about that black boy you're fucking," Opal said. Celia turned around and smiled at them. "That's none of your fucking business," she said. "But what if dad finds out?" "That's between your dad and me." "Mom you have to stop, I don't want to be a child of a broken home," Wilma cried, tears streaming down her face. "Like I said it's none of your business, besides I have ten very good reasons for fucking him." What do you mean?" Opal asked. "One for every inch of cock he shoves up my pussy," Celia grinned. "He has a ten inch cock?" Opal asked, wide eyed. "I'm guessing, but it's at least ten maybe longer." "Do you think he would fuck me?" Opal asked. Wilma almost said, `me too,' but she didn't, "I don't know, he might, you look pretty good for a woman your age. He's coming again tomorrow why don't you ask him?" "I certainly will," Opal grinned. Wilma left the women in the kitchen and ran upstairs. She threw open the book. "I have to make my dads cock bigger," she said. "PENIS ERECTUS EXTEDUS, page thirty- nine," the book said. Wilma turned to page thirty-nine and looked at the spell. "Wow there's ten spells; I can make a cock up to fifteen inches long or as short as six inches. I think I'll make my dad's cock twelve inches," Wilma said. "Yes twelve inch cocks are nice," the book sighed. After dinner Wilma volunteered to clean up the kitchen. While doing so she made two more spells. When it was time for bed she kissed her daddy goodnight and whispered in his ear. "Come to my room after moms asleep." Paul smiled and winked at her. When her daddy came into her room she was ready for him. She was naked and had the spell powder in her palm. She blew it into his face. "PENIS ERECTUS EXTENDUS DOCE," She yelled. Paul got the dumfounded look on his face. Wilma stared at his cock it was growing not just in length but in thickness too. When it was almost twelve inches Wilma lay down and spread her legs. Paul jumped on her and drove his long thick cock into her tight pussy. She put her hand in her mouth and bit down hard to keep from screaming. It hurt at first, but her pussy became more accustom to it and she started cumming. She came twice more before her daddy filled her pussy with sperm. He lay there for a moment then he raised up and looked down. He pulled all the way out of her and sat on the edge of the bed staring at his big hard cock. He put his hand around it and stroked up and down it as if he were testing it to see if it was real. "Oh my Gawwd," he said. "It really got big didn't it?" Wilma said. "How could this happen?" "It must be a miracle from God." "You're right I've prayed for a bigger cock for years. Now my prayers have been answered." "That settles it, that's what it was, now fuck me again." "Did you like it?" "Yes I liked it, fuck me again." "It's really beautiful isn't it," Paul grinned. "Yes it is, fuck me," "Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it?" He was right it did look good enough to eat. She leaned over and took the big head in her mouth and sucked. "That feels real nice sweetheart. but I think I'd like to fuck you again." Wilma now knew why her mother liked to fuck big cocks not only did they feel terrific, but it was comforting knowing there were a few extra inches there if you needed them. Paul left Wilma's room exhausted; she made him promise not to fuck her mother until tomorrow when she was wide awake. The next day Wilma skipped her last class and hurried home. She found her mom in the kitchen. "Didn't your black boyfriend come today?" she asked. "Yeah he's up stairs fucking your grandma." Celia grinned, Wilma rushed to her room and back to the living room. She whipped off her panties in her room because she knew she'd be fucked when she cast the spell. The black man came down the stairs and smiled when he saw Wilma. "You must be Celia's daughter," he said. Wilma blew the spell powder in his face. "PENIS ERECTUS EXTENDUS SEIS," she yelled. The man got the dumfounded look on his face and pulled out his hard cock. Wilma stared at it, this spell was supposed to make his cock six inches long, but instead it was growing. She watched as his cock grew six inches longer and proportionally in thickness. She knew she was going to be fucked so she tried to get away. He grabbed her and threw her on the couch. She screamed as he entered her, and kept screaming as he pushed more and more thick cock into her. Celia came rushing from the kitchen and Opal came running down the stairs. Both women froze at the site of the big cock reaming Wilma. "Holy fuck, I'm fucking that," Opal said. "Me too," Celia said. They watched as Wilma kept screaming, she was screaming because she couldn't stop cumming. The man finally came and the two women grabbed him and drug him up stairs. Wilma limped up to her room and threw open the book. I did a six inch spell on this guy and his cock grew instead of shrinking. What did I do wrong?" "If you do a PENIS ERECTUS EXTENDUS on a cock that is longer than what the spell calls for it makes the cock grow that much," the book said. "So I made his cock grow six inches." "That's right you can't make a cock smaller with that spell you have to use PENIS ERECTUS DETENDUS page forty." Wilma flopped onto her bed. "I'm not sure I want to make it smaller it felt wonderful," she sighed. The book cackled. For the next few days Wilma concentrated on her tits. They grew a little every night. On Saturday she waited until her mom and Grams went shopping then she went down to fuck her dad. After they fucked she pushed him up and looked into his eyes. "If mom was fucking someone else, what would you do?" she asked. Paul laughed. "Honey your mom is always fucking someone else. Would you believe she fucked another guy on our wedding night?" "You're kidding." "Nope, she fucked the bellboy that brought our campaign while I watched." "And you let her?" "I loved it, she always tells me about fucking other guys, that's how we keep our sex fresh," "You know about the young black guy?" "You mean the guy with ten inches that magically turned to sixteen inches. Yes I know all about that. "You do?" "Yes and I'm wondering if maybe you had something to do with it. Suddenly I have a twelve inch cock and your mother's lover has a sixteen inch cock. Do you know anything about that?" "No sir," Wilma lied. Wilma stopped worrying about her parents and started concentrating on her breast and school. She went from an A bra to a B bra and then to a C. Karen never let up on her. "Look the tit less wonder is growing some tits. I bet they taste like foam rubber," Karen laughed, and so did all of her friends. Wilma had all she could stand. She stood in front of the mirror and did the spell until her tits were where the size she wanted them. She borrowed one of her mothers DD bras and went to school. Karen was waiting for her. "Look everyone she's cornered the market on foam rubber," Karen laughed. "They're real," Wilma said. "Sure they are, real foam rubber," Karen said laughing harder. All of her friends were laughing just as hard as Karen. Wilma was burning, her face was as red as a beet. "Okay smart ass, come home with me after school and I'll show them to you." "I'll come home with you if you'll give them to me. They'd make nice pillows for my couch." Karen and her friends all laughed again. Sure I'll give them to you. Meet me here after school." Wilma was a little surprised that Karen was waiting, but she was glad she was. As they walked down the sidewalk towards her house Wilma was quiet but Karen's mouth was going constantly. Wilma heard gossip about every girl in her class. Not only was Karen a smart ass, but she was also a busybody. When they got to her house Wilma took her straight to her room. She closed her door and went to her spell drawer. She picked up the spell she wanted and put a pinch in her hand. Then she turned around and blew it into Karen's face. "SWINUS CHANGEUS," She yelled. The little pig was squealing and trying to separate it's self from Karen's clothes. When it finally did its feet were tangled in a pair of thong panties. Wilma fell on the bed laughing. The pig stopped squealing and stood there looking at Wilma. "Oink," the pig said. Wilma sat up and looked at it." "One oink for yes, two oinks for no, okay?" Wilma said, laughing again. "Oink," the pig said. Wilma got off the bed and grabbed the pig it squealed, but she ignored it. She took it into the bathroom and put it on the vanity in front of the mirror. "Do you like your new look," she giggled. "Oink, oink." "If you're a good little pig I might change you back. Are you going to be good?" "Oink." Wilma took off her blouse and bra, and pushed her big tits out at her. "Do you like my big tits?" "Oink." "Good because I'm gonna let you lick them." She carried the pig back to her bed, and put the pig on it. She took off her skirt and panties and lay down. "Okay be a good little pig and lick my tits." The pig licked both of her nipples. After a while Wilma grinned. "Now lick my pussy." "Oink, oink," the pig said. "You like being a pig huh?" "Oink, oink." "Then start licking my pussy." The pig scrambled between her legs and started licking. "Lick really deep down in my hole." The pig did as she said. "Use your nose and root my clit while you lick deep inside me." "Again the pig obeyed." Wilma moaned and had an orgasm. The pig kept licking, and she had another orgasm. She pushed the pig away and went to her drawer. She did the spell that would change the pig back into Karen. The poor girl sat there looking down at her body and touching her face. Everything seemed to be normal. "How did you do that?" she asked. "Never mind how I did it, just remember that I can do it," Wilma said. "Oink, I mean yes," Karen said. "If you tell anybody about this people will think you're crazy and probably lock you up." "Don't worry I won't tell anybody." Tomorrow at school you'll tell all of your friends that my tits are real, and that you licked them. You'll also tell them how you ate my pussy. "Do I have too?" "Yes, if you don't I'll turn you back into a pig and leave you that way." "I'll tell them." "Be sure I'm there when you do." "From now on when were alone you'll call me mistress." "Yes mistress." "You'll always do exactly as I say." "Yes mistress." "Suck my tits and lick my pussy again," Wilma grinned. The next morning Wilma stood there smiling while Karen told her friends about sucking her tits and pussy. Wilma's friend Amy was listening too. When Karen finished Wilma pulled her aside. "You did a good job," Wilma said. "Thank you mistress," Karen said looking at the ground. Your boy friend usually drives you home after school don't he?" "Yes mistress." "Tell him you want him to drive me home this afternoon too." "Yes mistress." "Can you drive?" "Yes mistress, I have a learners permit and he lets me drive after school." "Good you drive and I'll fuck him in the back of his van." "What?" "You heard me," Wilma said, sternly. "Yes mistress, but are you sure he'll do it with me there?" "He'd fuck me in a room full of faculty members if I wanted him to," Wilma grinned. "Yes mistress." "Be sure to drive around for a while, I may fuck him two or three times." "Yes mistress." Chad Davis was a handsome young boy and Wilma wanted to fuck him ever since her dad fucked her the first time. As they walked to Chad's van Wilma noticed him looking at her big tits. She got in the back seat and sat right behind Chad. Karen started the van and pulled away. They were barely out of the parking lot when Wilma tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around she blew the powder in his face and said the penis erectus spell. Chad pulled out his cock and climbed over the seat. It turned out that she fucked him four times. Actually he came four times she lost count as to how many times she came. When they pulled into Wilma's driveway she asked Karen to step out and talk to her in private. They moved away from the van. "Your boyfriend has a pretty small cock," Wilma said. "You seemed to like it okay," Karen said. "I liked it fine, but wouldn't you like him to have a bigger cock?" "Yes I would." "How big would you like it to be?" "I don't know seven or eight inches I guess." "How about ten," Wilma grinned. "You can do that?" "Bring me home again tomorrow, and I'll fuck him again only this time he'll have a ten inch cock." "Being your slave may not be so bad after all," Karen grinned. When Wilma went into the house the phone was ringing, it was Amy. "I heard Karen telling how she sucked your tits and pussy," Amy said. "She sure did, twice," Wilma said. "I'm your best friend why didn't you let me do it?" "You can do it any time you like," Wilma grinned. "How about tomorrow after school?" "Okay come to my house, I'll be a little late so just wait for me. That evening Wilma was in her room doing her homework, her door was open so she heard the downstairs TV turn off. The downstairs TV was never turned off in the evening. She went into the hall and half way down the stairs. She heard her daddy talking. "I think our house is haunted or something," he said. "What do you mean?" Celia asked. "It'd been over a year since I had a hard-on, then suddenly it won't get soft. Then out of the blue I have a twelve inch cock." "You have twelve inch cock?" Opal asked. "Yes," he said. "Hmmm," Opal said. "And then your black boyfriend goes from ten inches to sixteen inches in an instant. To top everything off my daughter suddenly grows double D tits," Paul continued. "Let's get back to the twelve inch cock," Opal said. Paul ignored her. "There's something very strange going on here," he said. There's a perfectly plausible explanation for all of this," Opal said. "I'd like to hear it," Paul said, "Me too," Celia said. Opal took a deep breath, Wilma knew she was about to spill the beans. She ran down the stairs and into the living room. "I'M A WITCH," she screamed. Her mother and father stared at her. "It's about time you came clean you little witch," Opal chuckled. After much explaining Paul and Celia began to believe that their daughter was a witch. "I'd like to see that book," Paul said. "You can see the book but you can't read it," Wilma said. "Why?" Paul asked. "If anybody reads it but me it'll disintegrate," Wilma explained. Go get the book and let us see it," Celia said. Wilma ran up and got the book. She sat on the couch and opened it on her lap being sure that no one else could see inside. "Where the fuck have you been I've been closed almost all day," the book said. "That's my mama's voice." Opal shouted. "Opal is that you?" The book yelled. "Yeah Mom it's me, your granddaughter and grand son-in-law is here too." "Grand son-in law huh, If I were there I'd turn him into a dog and fuck him," the book said. "God it's been years since I fucked a dog," Opal said. "Me too," Celia said. "I've never fucked a dog. Want me to turn you into a dog Daddy?" Paul looked at the three women, his cock throbbing." "Can you turn me back?" he asked. "Of course," Wilma grinned. Okay let's do it," He said whipping out his hard twelve inch cock. Wilma ran to the kitchen to make the spell. The End. This story is a work of fiction and was written for you to enjoy. The author does not in anyway condone the acts of perversion presented here. It is all pure fantasy and I hope you fantasized to your hearts content. If you liked this story and want to thank me for taking the time and energy to write it for you then please show your appreciation by taking a little time and energy to send me an email. I will be sure to answer you. 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