1. The Young Wizard--Part 5


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    finishing me with her mouth, swallowing everything I could give her. We fell together onto the bed, holding each other for a long time. We stood together in the warm clear water our last day when MP fished her hand up my trunks, grabbing my cock in the process. “MP! Everyone will see. “ “Yeah? So? Wait until I begin jerking you off, then they’ll really have something to look at.” “MP,” I whispered so as not to be overheard, “I’ve heard the jails here are really horrible.” “OK, you’re the wizard—figure out what to do because I’m going to pull it out in about two minutes.” I thought for about ninety seconds and then, just before MP pulled my hard cock from my trunks, we went invisible. We could still see them, but they couldn’t see us. I pulled the bottom of MP’s bikini aside and pushed my finger through the space and into her hot cunt. If she could do it to me, I could do it to her. When MP started moaning I put my hand over her mouth. “They can still hear us,” I warned her as we made our own waves and splashes in the water. MP was stroking me frenetically and I was working her pussy just as hard. MP began shaking as her orgasm began but her stroking continued unabated until my first river of cum shot out into the water. MP looked fascinated at the semen as it hung in tiny clouds in the water. I waited for the right moment before reversing the spell. Even then a guy who was swimming near us did a double-take and asked, “Where did you come from?” “Underwater. Didn’t you see ...
    us?” I replied. It was all MP could do not to laugh. Mom and Dad had offered to take us on a trip as a Christmas present. We went in June after our first semester of college. I looked into MP’s eyes and knew in an instant where we wanted to go—Ireland. We found her ancestor’s village and the church cemetery where she was buried. I asked the caretaker about her grave. “Over there, apart from the others, by the stone wall,” he replied in a deep brogue. When I asked why she was alone he replied straightforward, “She was believed to be a witch.” “Surely, you don’t believe that nonsense.” “Oh, not me,” he assured us, but we noticed that he blessed himself quickly as he said it. “Would you consider signing the guest book or giving a donation?” MP took the book signing it “Mary Patricia O’Brien Mason” as Dad gave him a one hundred Euro bill. We saw that the grave had been neglected so we bought some garden tools and, under the scrutiny of the caretaker, cleaned it up, and planted some flowers just as we had done with Mandy. Those flowers were still thriving ten years later when I took MP back for a second visit. Chapter 4 We had gone away to college and MP was sorrier to leave Mom than I was. We lived off campus in a small apartment a few blocks from school. For the most part the four years were uneventful, but MP did have the occasional problem with men, not that she couldn’t handle them. By now she knew more than a hundred spells. She had enough power on her own to manage most of ...
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