| Author: | Rory Scott | ISBN: | 1230000193963 |
| Publisher: | Rory Scott | Publication: | November 2, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rory Scott |
| ISBN: | 1230000193963 |
| Publisher: | Rory Scott |
| Publication: | November 2, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Jack, a healthy young man out for a nice hike in the woods, is in for an experience that he'll never forget. Three mysterious witches appear seemingly out of nowhere, toying with him, enticing him, and inevitably seducing him. Watch as Jack learns just what it takes to satisfy a coven of sex-starved witches.
This 5017 word story, intended for adults only, contains hot man on witch sex, a witch orgy, and the unforgettable experience of penetrating some of the hottest erotic witches this side of Salem.
Excerpt:
I'm lost all alone out here in the woods... can you protect me?" she said.
Jack, nearly stupefied by the elegance and curvaceous perfection of the woman standing before him, could barely muster a response. His enrapturing was made more complete by the fact that the woman in front of him stood completely topless, her heaving and sturdy breasts thrusting out from above her thin and toned torso. She had a blue, knitted scarf wrapped around her neck. It matched the color of her illustrious eyes.
"You've got to help me," she said, "I was out skinny dipping, and a naughty little beaver ran off with all of my clothes! He took them up in his big, pointed teeth and ran off into the woods."
Jack was completely dumbfounded. He tried to remind himself not to look directly at her breasts, but he was unable to force himself not to take in the full extent of her beauty. Her crotch was hidden only by the tiniest of g-string bikinis; she must have been wearing it while she was swimming, he thought.
"Are you a forest ranger?" she said. "Do you want to look for my clothes with me? I bet you could handle a little beaver.
Wouldn't be much of a match for a big guy like you."
"What...what is your name? I..."
Jack stepped closer to the woman. He wanted to protect her. His masculine, provider urges started to take over. The bulge beginning to form in his pants drove him further into the fantasy, allowing him not to question the suspiciousness of the situation.
The woman, apparently growing tired of Jack's apprehension in approaching her, lifted herself toward him, seemingly without effort or use of her legs. She cleared ten feet in less than a second, placing herself up against him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I want you to help me," she said.
Jack, a healthy young man out for a nice hike in the woods, is in for an experience that he'll never forget. Three mysterious witches appear seemingly out of nowhere, toying with him, enticing him, and inevitably seducing him. Watch as Jack learns just what it takes to satisfy a coven of sex-starved witches.
This 5017 word story, intended for adults only, contains hot man on witch sex, a witch orgy, and the unforgettable experience of penetrating some of the hottest erotic witches this side of Salem.
Excerpt:
I'm lost all alone out here in the woods... can you protect me?" she said.
Jack, nearly stupefied by the elegance and curvaceous perfection of the woman standing before him, could barely muster a response. His enrapturing was made more complete by the fact that the woman in front of him stood completely topless, her heaving and sturdy breasts thrusting out from above her thin and toned torso. She had a blue, knitted scarf wrapped around her neck. It matched the color of her illustrious eyes.
"You've got to help me," she said, "I was out skinny dipping, and a naughty little beaver ran off with all of my clothes! He took them up in his big, pointed teeth and ran off into the woods."
Jack was completely dumbfounded. He tried to remind himself not to look directly at her breasts, but he was unable to force himself not to take in the full extent of her beauty. Her crotch was hidden only by the tiniest of g-string bikinis; she must have been wearing it while she was swimming, he thought.
"Are you a forest ranger?" she said. "Do you want to look for my clothes with me? I bet you could handle a little beaver.
Wouldn't be much of a match for a big guy like you."
"What...what is your name? I..."
Jack stepped closer to the woman. He wanted to protect her. His masculine, provider urges started to take over. The bulge beginning to form in his pants drove him further into the fantasy, allowing him not to question the suspiciousness of the situation.
The woman, apparently growing tired of Jack's apprehension in approaching her, lifted herself toward him, seemingly without effort or use of her legs. She cleared ten feet in less than a second, placing herself up against him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I want you to help me," she said.
