His eyes were wide, bloodshot. As I pressed with more force, snapping some of the girl’s fingers I was possessing. A vessel in his eye broke, spilling more red across his eye. He slammed his arms into mine, snapping the bones of the girl, but the grip did not lessen. I could feel her screaming in pain inside me, but not a whisper of her made it to my lips, locked in an animalistic smile. He bucked for another minute before going still, his face purple with strain. I stood, his still erect cock sliding out of me, feeling the cum in me throb. Time to make a baby. THE WITCHES OF WESTMOOR WOODS ##### Part 1 - A Walk in the Woods ##### Twas early in the spring of 1809 that she took up residence in the woods near our small and quiet town of Westmoor. We were a small community, reasonably polite, but wary of strangers. It was always “Miss Lendberg” to her face, maintaining the polite social pleasantries in which we all cloak our true emotions. But by early summer, she carried many another name. A witch, some called her, or for a more dramatic flair, “the dark maiden”. Actual facts on the arts she was said to practice in those woods were of course slim, so we supplemented heavily with rumors, speculation, and hushed gossip. These were only whispered of course. A decade into the 19th century, we knew ourselves to be enlightened beyond the primitive fears and superstitions of Salem and other such witch-hunt nonsense. This we told ourselves, emboldened by the light mature of day, or in the company of others. Alone in the still of the night however, as the wind might rattle a loose shutter on the barn, or some unseen creature may scurry beneath the floorboards, the demons of paranoia hunted a bit closer to the heart, and even the bravest among us would not dare to tread the path through the woods in which she dwelled. What were the crimes of this young woman? None could truly say for sure. Always someone rumored this or that. Why, William Baker had heard -- cumshot straight from the friend of his cousin on his mother’s side -- that “That Woman” had flown right at him, plunging from the night sky, screeching and yowling like some animal possessed. Never you mind the several pints of ale that had been downed, because that cum surely didn’t have thing-one to do with what was the god’s-honest-truth. So oral the rumors flew, and the tales grew, and as the dog-days of July did rapidly approach, we had ourselves our own little legend festering in whispered tones. Truth be told, there were but a hand-few who would ever truly come to understand the goings-on Blowjobs in those secretive woods. I would be one of those few. She lusted cumshot for her son since last one year after she started enjoying Mom son stories. "Yup, like Blowjobs in." cum Embla mowed her hand between her brother oral and herself. Mala nodded her head in acceptance. He got sent to prison and "he" is now a "she", and "her" hot ass is on FIRE! It was so hot hearing her cry out her fantasies. I tried multiple times a day and I just can't do it. It’s your fault. I couldn't hold off long. Her eyes never left mine as we fucked more like lovers mature than friends. More people will see the results of our work and we can blend in with the crowds." "Next station: Chornewhill High School," the bus driver croaked.