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  “They weren't just words,” I say quietly. “Everybody thought it was true.”

  The back of her fist slaps down on my firm chest. It remains there as tears swell at the corners of her eyes.

  “But they weren't. They weren't, but...” She looks down and brushes a arm over her eyes then looks up. “... don't you kind of wish they were?”

  I blink several times, lick my lips and try to clear my throat. It takes me a few seconds to process this new information.

  “You want them to be true?”

  “Don't you?”

  It's out of my lips before I can stop it coming.

  “Yes,” I whisper, my throat so tight that air can't pass through it, “I really do.”

  Nancy glances to me then very carefully and very quietly returns to the door. The lock is checked. It clicks loudly as she turns the chuck back firmly and returns to slide down to her knees on the tile floor.

  “Harry, I'm going to make those rumors true. You can never tell anyone about it. Me and Ted are still trying to work things out.”

  I stare with eyes big enough to break the skin down at her head as she slides forward, licks her luscious lips and slowly pops the tip of my bare cock between them and into the softest, wettest, most wonderful place I have ever experienced.

  From the second her lips slowly curve around the width of my fattened, red, weary dick I know this is different.

  A woman shouldn't be able to have this kind of power over a man, but Nancy, as odd as I would have thought it having known her so long, strikes me as the right kind of woman to.

  First, her lips widen, bulge then they consume the first three inches of my cock. Then, there is this sudden sensation of softness mixed, like vodka and orange and working together just as well, with the heat of the liquor that the woman and I consumed downstairs. After that, the faintest movement of her head couples perfectly with a sucking vacuum that leaves only silence where slurping would have been the expected sound to punctuate this.

  It's too much for me.

  I grab the porcelain sink in two hands and grind, like I'm trying to turn it to dust, my palms into its surface.

  “Nancy!” It's the cry of a man at his limit. It's the cry of me cumming.

  But I don't.

  I don't cum.

  Instead my whiskey dick saves me. Desensitized: That's the word they use for this. I'm desensitized to the point where I can't cum.

  The lady patron of my pleasure comes up for air with a single violent pop escaping her lips.

  “We can't do this,” is the very first thing I say to her.

  Nancy's eyebrows come together and her mouth takes on that stubborn line.

  “Can't doesn't mean won't, Harry.”

  For 10 minutes – 10 long, hard, sweaty, filthy minutes – I shake and I shiver and I beg her to stop, to release me from this torment of mouth, warm saliva and her wicked tongue that circles and circles until all I can do is gasp for breath. After that, there are no further attempts to beg freedom; it's quite the opposite: I want more!

  Nancy stands when I draw her up by her slim shoulders. The one thing I do before turning her is to yank down the front of her light blue top, taking the black silky bra underneath down with it, and reveal her huge breasts. The nipples are large, round and perked. A single touch confirms they are aroused like steel studs on a roof panel. They get no further attention, though. I'm in heat and, when I'm like that, I don't take it easy on a girl – not one bit.

  Yanking up the smooth fabric of her ankle length dress, I admire her butt for a single second before bunching the fabric up, rolling it under the waistband and taking her black silky panties in hand – an obvious wet spot in the middle coating my fingers in gooey juices – and yank them down to rest around her knees.

  The woman has the most amazing legs, I think, as I run my fingers up them and feel her flesh quiver. They capture my attention, but only for as long as it takes to slip my dick half way into her pussy.

  “Harrrryyyy...” she whines.

  I bow my head, close my eyes tight and whisper, “I'm sorry, Ted” before sliding my cock all the way in. Her pussy is tight. That's something I note. However, it's loose enough to tell the lie of Nancy and Ted not doing it.

  Somehow she knows what I'm thinking.

  “You think I'm fucking him?”

  I meet her eyes in the mirror in front of us and clamp my mouth closed.

  “I'm not. It's the toys. I have a lot of toys.”

  “Toys?”

  “Dildos, plugs... You know, girl stuff.”

  That's seriously not what I expected, but it does make me feel better. Ted doesn't really deserve this – especially at his birthday party – but at least there's not another guy or, worse, them fucking and her covering it up to get both male members of the family in this quality cunt. I choose to believe her.

  Many women have said that I'm too rough. I never really thought that was true, but what I do to Nancy in those moments that we are really connected could only be called brutal. How many YEARS have I jerked off over this? With her pussy right in front of me and my dick swollen so much from choking it earlier, it is hard for me to even think of being gentle.

  My fingers sink into her soft flesh. I stare into my own eyes, brown and hard, in the mirror and ram my dick into her body like I'm trying to drive it through her stomach and out the top of her head. Nancy cries out and I have to silence her with a palm over her mouth. The other hand gets put to good use working on her rock hard nipples. Both of us are sweating like crazy. It's like our bodies are pushing out all the bad, hurtful feelings in the form of the salty liquid that chaffs my lips and runs down her brow. Harder, harder, harder, and...

  Nancy's orgasm must have been one hell of a hit. Her head comes back and her eyes widen. The curve of her spine is near breaking and her legs shake and quiver until the woman drops to her knees, warm juices leaking from her pussy to the tiles, where she holds her lady bits.

  “Are you okay?” I ask in a moment of concern.

  Her sparkling diamond eyes tell me all I need to know. There's shock, joy and bliss. I come to my knees, lay her to the floor and bound up and down on her sweet apple butt until I'm nearly there.

  Pulling out, I squirt my juices all over her ass in a nice artistic puddle of cum that is more watery than I've ever seen. It's a sharp, long, powerful orgasm of five long spikes and three little lulls before I slide down on to Nancy, coating my pubic hair in my own cum, and kiss her on the back of the neck.

  “Harry?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Kiss me once before it's over.”

  I turn her head, kiss her long and hard and lie my head back down to catch my breath.

  Those lips, they really did taste of strawberries. I had it right from the beginning.

  Keeping Secrets

  Nancy Cherry-Harris, 25 years old, cleaning up after the party.

  Harry left in the morning after sleeping like a log on the couch all night. I sat there for who knows how long just staring at him and blushing. What happened in the bathroom upstairs between us – twice – was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It wasn't just the size of his penis, which was very large, but the intensity. It's like we held back all those years because people kept on saying we were fucking and we didn't want to prove them right and then when we finally did have sex it all came flowing out.

  I pick up another beer can and empty the remaining warm liquid into the bucket that I'm holding at my side. It sloshes out in great big chugs. This is only one among hundreds that litter the house that me and that bastard own.

  Behind me I can hear him snoring on the kitchen table. Already I know we are done. It was a little lie that I told Harry upstairs last night. The lawyer and I have worked out where Ted has most of his assets hidden (there weren't a lot of them) and has made all the necessary changes to the estate that my grandmother left me and my brothers to stop the fool from ever touching it.

  I stop in my work and
look back to the cheater.

  “Never again,” I promise him.

  A few years ago I chose the wrong brother because Harry wasn't man enough to do what was needed. Now, older and wiser, I can see that all he really needed was a little bit of encouragement. I've set my mind on making sure he and I get a lot of encouragement over the next few months up to the divorce because I'm thinking that I'm going to choose the right brother this time around.

  Tired but hoping, I go back to my work.

  It'll be six months before I'm free of Ted and another year before I get another ring on my finger. This one from Harry.

  In life sometimes it takes two tries to get things right.

  Sophie's Book Note

  You know, I barely remember writing this. What you have just had the pleasure of reading was written way, way, way back before I joined Kenneth and the team at Lunatic Ink Publishing. At the time I was a 'starving artist' as the aforementioned jerk (sorry guy who pays me) likes to put it. Around about then I would always wake up in a cold sweat (I had no air conditioning in 2012) with a story idea hanging at the back of my brain wanting – needing – to get out. That's most likely where this came from.

  A seed of an idea planted in my brain by Mr. Sandman.

  Or something like that.

  Love you!

  Sophie Sin

  P.s., Can't believe how many times I start a sentence with a character name in this. Boy... Sorta didn't do much variety back then. Of course, when one writes at 6am in the morning after their brain has woken them from their slumber for 'story time', that's how things often work. Cool story either way.

  PLEASURE WITCH: Her Odd Hobby

  Sophie Sin's Classics #3

  This is a part of Sophie Sin's Classics. Read the Introduction at the back to learn more about this old, yet also very new, series. Note: This book was previously Minny The Witch #1, but as each story is standalone, we've decided to stick to that format with the classic version. The previous version no longer exists.

  A Witch With Odd Interests

  Don't hate her because she's different...

  Minny doesn’t like boys; In fact, she absolutely hates them. That hate was why she had become a fuck witch in the first place: The distaste she felt for those human male bullies that tormented women and put them through hardships that were unthinkable at times was intense.

  Thankfully, the world was full of boys: big boys, little boys, boys with big cocks, boys were small cocks. Minny didn't like any of them and it was her personal mission to punish every single last one of them.

  She strolled through the humans, ignoring them as she walked straight through them. Today, she was hunting a particularly depraved specimen who she was going to tear apart with her punishment completely.

  Her prey took a right around the corner and she skipped through a wall to stand beside him as he walked to the door to a coffee shop.

  She adjusted her tiny miniskirt and stepped through the door behind him as he entered.

  He wasn't very handsome and had that sort of nerdy fashion that so many men, mistakenly, liked and had become, very unfortunately, popular these days.

  She inspected his body. It was a little bit scrawny for her tastes.

  He stepped outside with his mocha latte and walked along the crowded street as she shadowed him. Men and women passed by and occasionally Minny would stop to briefly check out an attractive bottom on a worthy female.

  She wasn't really gay, but she did like to have sex with women now and then. She had to mixed it up in her business. It gave her life a little bit of jazz to the vanilla punishments she often did several times per day.

  She turned her eyes about and swiftly spun about to relocate her target.

  He was being a little bit silly, not suspecting that today would be the day that he would get punished, and turned into an alleyway.

  She bounced along with her D-cup breasts circling from left to right in her tiny t-shirt that barely covered them. If she had made it possible for the humans see her right now then she would probably have had a host of men chasing after her.

  Minny was well aware that her long legs and slim waist with childbearing hips and beautiful expansive chest were exactly what men liked. It had taken a long time to get her body exactly how she wanted it and the amount of man cum required had been rather unpleasant for her to find in her past body.

  Her toy was walking down the alleyway in the middle of the day seeming quite confident in the fact that he was safe – he shouldn’t have been so foolish.

  She skipped to a halt beside him and noted a nice firm door to a restaurant that was closed and probably didn’t open until the early evening. It was perfect.

  She smiled when she saw the bunch of trash cans and the grayish concrete walls. The violation was green to go.

  She appeared in front of him and his eyes went wide as they went downwards, checking her out. This was the expected reaction and he groaned as she quickly cast a spell that tied his hands and drew him up against the wall.

  She imagined the fool begging her to stop and covered his mouth with a strip of light to avoid the effect being ruined by the pleasure in his eyes.

  She looked him over. He was looking down at her breasts with an intense hunger. Why did they always have to be so damn horny? she wondered with a sigh.

  "Do you like my tits?"

  He nodded vigorously and tried to struggle down from the chains of light that she had set on him to get at them.

  She brought her boobs forward and rubbed them against his tidy green shirt with various logos on it.

  He moaned a little bit loudly through the gag, so she cast another spell, so that the sound was decreased.

  She had hoped that silencing him would teach him some fear, but his eyes were wide with expectation and pleasure. Minny hoped that he wasn't one of those boys that had heard about her and what she had been getting up to around the city of late. If he was one of those weirdos that enjoyed her punishment (something Minny particularly disliked) then he'd be cumming twice as much to pay for that crime.

  "I'm going to punish you," she said to remind him, "You had better not enjoy it."

  He was vigorously shaking his head left to right, which was good, but he also didn't seem the least bit concerned that she was going to do unthinkable things to his body. It was all rather disappointing.

  Minny sighed once more – her job always eliciting some sort of dissatisfaction from her – and came down to her knees and unzipped his pants.

  They came down easily and his light blue jockeys had a reasonable sized bulge sticking out firmly.

  "Do you like it when I touch your cock like this?" she asked, grabbing the front of his jockeys in the palm her hand. "I bet the fools you defile hate this ‘tiny’ monster of yours"

  She started to jerk him off through his underwear and he began to moan. Her eyes flashed up to his and found the naughty boy staring down at her with a look of joy on his face. For a bad boy like this Minny was going to have to take out all the stops.

  "A dirty boy like you deserves proper punishment. I'm not going to let you off easily. I'm going to be especially cruel to you," she said, smiling at her cleverness.

  His eyes were rolled up in his head and he was drooling a little bit. She shook her head. Humans were so stupid. Why couldn't they realize that punishment was bad and that she was going to do unpleasant things like suck his cock and yank on his nipples, or whatever else she could come up with to entertain herself?

  She felt anger course through her and yanked down his pants to reveal his unclean piece.

  "You're such a dirty boy. I bet you haven't even cleaned it properly today."

  She forced his foreskin open a little and checked inside.

  "See. I can see a bit of dirty cum in here. Have you been touching yourself everyday?"

  He continued his happy drooling and looked down at her in absolute lust. This was not going as planned.

  She cast a quick spell that she knew would g
et his attention. His penis started to swell and grew from an 8 inch boy toy to a 12 inch rock star. The girth swelled as well and his balls filled with semen, which she would soon be drinking down her cute little throat.

  He cried out through the gag and his grin grew even wider. She never understood why, but men seem to like it when there cock became porn star quality; however, she could understand, Mother Nature had not been kind on this poor soul with the goods she had supplied him with.

  She shrugged to herself. The change was permanent and he would be stuck with this beast for the rest of his life, which was fine with Minny because the girls liked big cocks and anyone that he had sex with after her would be able to gain at least a little pleasure from his punishment.

  She teased it out a bit until the flaccid length became rock hard and solid. He was moaning loudly again, so she increased the silence of the gag another notch.

  She drew his cock up and licked around his large balls. She could sense the semen inside – her food and source of her life and magic – desiring to be let free to her face, stomach, tits, ass and everywhere else imaginable.

  She brought both hands up and wrapped them around the bulging length of his super hard penis, rotating them both in opposite directions as she milked him for all she was worth, so that he was soon ejaculating between her luscious pink lips and down her throat.

  It was foul but tasty and she felt better, if not satisfied, as it hit her stomach.

  Minny quickly cast another spell and his penis became hard again immediately.

  He looked like he was crying and she looked up in hope that he had learnt his lesson and would require no more teaching. However, she realized by his stupid expression that they were actually tears of joy and her smile disappeared and she felt grumpy at the silliness of humans.