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Halloween – The Night the Balls Fly It only happens every thirteenth year of the witches' calendar, and then only when the moon is full and of then of course only on Halloween. But when it happens it is an important night, for on that night the Queen Witch breeds, and in doing so she continues our species. It is a night when the black cats prowl and the bats circle, when the wind blows the Willow tree and the sky is clear. It’s a night when the grim-grinning ghosts come out to play and the apparitions begin to materialize. Of course, the preparations begin long before, and since it happens so rarely it is extremely important that things go right when the time is here. The place for the circle is chosen years in advance, and the Willow tree is planted and the rocks set in place long before any of it will be needed. Sometimes the place prepared is in Europe, and even on occasion it has been in Africa, although not there since the dawn of man. Throughout the ages of mankind it has happened in Europe more times than not, with England, Ireland, France, and Germany the most common locations. Often something happens, and the Queen Witch doesn’t appear at all, in spite of everything being in place and ready. A cloudy sky, or rain, or a moon still not full will all end the event before it begins. Sometimes too it begins, and everything is in place, but then something happens and it's all for nothing then. Unless things go perfectly she will not breed, and you really never know for sure until it is done and the balls have flown. That happened once in Russia, when the sky rained hail on the circle right in the middle of it all, and oh she was mad on that night! The cute Russian boys had been all lined up, their uncut cocks stiff and eager, jutting at the sky really and dripping with their desire. Still, even so, she had passed them by. That was the third failure in a row, and almost ended the line, and it is unlikely it will be set up there again, as she grew older than old while we waited for the next opportunity and for the 13th year of the calendar to come again. The event is so rare that the last time the balls flew was outside of Dublin almost eighty years ago, when the Irish red heads were abundant and the selection was easier. This year, for the first time, the place chosen was closer to home. Yes, this year she decided to come to America. Of course, that meant it all fell on my shoulders, to set it up and to pull it off. Being an American witch of the High Order, it was my duty to make it happen. I was afraid, of course, and nervous as hell because she needed me and I didn't dare let her down. Of course, I was more honored than I was afraid, and once I had been told and had gotten over the shock of it, I went right to work. Finding the boys was difficult, but not impossible, and after six months I had identified all of them. That part was my direct responsibility and I had fun doing it. A lot of fun! I like hot young men so I enjoyed the assignment, and I loved flaunting my tits and teasing them. I never let any of them fuck me of course, but I sucked them off one and all, and I loved their sweet cream and their stiff eager poles. Since my mouth is experienced and I have a tongue like a snake, I can suck a man in such a way that he will do anything to have it done to him again. Like the vast majority of pure bread witches, the end my tongue is forked, and I can control the individual tips of it and move them in different directions. I especially enjoy sliding it through the slits in the end of their cocks, or running the thin little tips up under their foreskin and then going all the way around the head of their dicks while I work their slit at the same time. Boy that gets to them! Yeah, after that first date I had them calling me, begging me to date them, and more than willing to go out on a short notice. They were so anxious for another blow and to shoot another wad! No human woman could ever match me, and I can suck a young man in such a way that he will long to feel it again and again and again. Oh, if they had only known I was a witch! But even if I had told them none of them would have believed it of course and to them Halloween was nothing more than a time to party. Oh how stupid boys can be! Everything relates to Halloween of course, and as that deadline approached I was very busy. As I said, finding the boys and checking them out wasn’t that difficult, but it was time consuming, and yet it was important that I checked each of them first hand. The ceremony dictates that each male selected must be a pure red head, with eyes that are blue or green and with a freckled face to match. The eye color was easy to find of course, but too many American boys these days get their hair color out of a bottle, so I had to get into their pants and run my fingers through their pubic hair to make sure I had the real thing and not some genetic imposter. In centuries past that has been difficult to accomplish at times, and in the puritan years boys tended to keep their pants zipped until the marriage vows were exchanged. But not now, and in fact it was probably a lot easier than it should have been. American boy’s these days will do anything when a pair of firm tits is staring them in the face, especially when there is sex on the agenda and a willing woman teasing them to move in that direction. Yes, without doubt, getting into an American boy's pants these days is easy. There is no specific age requirement for the selected sperm carriers, but they must be viral and their cocks and balls must be eager. That requirement alone eliminates the oldest men, and nothing will piss off the Queen Witch more than to see a wilted pole as she soars over them. She doesn’t like small dicks either, and if they didn't have the package then I passed them by. Next to the red hair, a firm, hard dick is the number one criteria. So, consequently the males chosen usually are younger, although of course not too young. For the boys I needed I insisted on checking out every prick personally, licking them into full erection and making sure they would measure up when their time came. They also needed to have big balls, with thick loads of sperm, and their bellies needed to be flat and their muscles firm. This year they ranged in age from eighteen to twenty four. Most of them were college boys, as the universities are a good place to find them and they are usually willing and their defenses are down. I met several from hustling the strip bars, the boys anxious and eager and with sex on their mind. Four I found at the student union, a central place on campus where the students congregate. The three eighteen year olds were still in high school, which complicated things of course, but they were selected because of their bright boyish looks. They were very young looking for their age, and I couldn't pass them by. I knew the Queen Witch likes them young, and in England once the selected boys were all very young teenagers. She had a great time that night, and consequently I too wanted to find at least a few pubescent boys to fulfill her desire. That said, this is America and I sure didn't want any underage minors in the lot! When you are my age, the risk of dating them would have been too great, and it would have been very hard to check them out without attracting unwanted attention. As it turned out I got lucky and found all of the younger boys at a summer camp, and enjoyed every second of teaching them what they were so eager to learn. I liked the young boys, and I knew that the Queen would like them too. There is something about an eighteen year old that is especially enjoyable, their bodies firm and well into manhood and yet still a boy in so many ways. Oh yeah...they are so hot and oh-so-ready! Yes, the young ones I selected were beautiful boys in every way a boy can be beautiful, and their young scrotums were so full and their cocks were so eager that they literally jutted. And of course another big plus is that these high school boys were all virgins. Boys that have never felt a pussy are always a nice plus, but it is not required that they be virgins, which is a good thing for this day and age because otherwise they would be much more difficult to find. If they are virgins it is better though, and there are fewer worries, although the ones that have felt a pussy are usually more eager, and their cocks grow stiff as the opportunity is presented to them without any prompting. No matter what, any selected boy has to be taken in time to prepare them properly, and to run the blood tests that must be run. Any disease or flaw and they would not meet the criteria, so it takes some time to choose them. The number required of course complicates things too. Thirteen. It is always thirteen, thirteen young red-headed males, with balls full of sperm and cocks that are eager. I needed more than that however, because there was always the possibility I would not be able to find them on the needed night. So, I actually had made a list of twenty-six, just in case, with each of them assigned a priority. I had seen every one of their cocks, stiff and hard, and I had run my fingers through their pubic hair and tasted their jism while I played with their balls. They were all acceptable, all of them, but I had my list of favorites. Of course, I would call them in order of preference, and I was confident that most of them would come when I needed them. Yet, even so, as the Halloween approached I was nervous as hell. I waited as protocol dictated, but I was anxious. Finally, the time arrived and I started the calls on the thirteenth hour of Halloween day. As it turned out, I got lucky and it didn’t take long to pull them in. The trick was that in the months prior to the event I had flirted with all of them, sucking their poles and emptying their balls on a regular basis. Then, as the calendar finally changed into October I stopped sucking them off, and played the tease instead. I made them wait, taunting them and teasing them, promising each of them the best sex of their lives and very very soon. Oh how they would beg for me to go out with them! The tricky part had been playing the tease, making sure they were eager and they would come running when called. It worked perfectly, and when Halloween finally came and I made the calls and whispered on the phone that I wanted their hot cocks and I wanted them now, they each grew so excited they would have crawled through the phone if it had been possible. As I talked with them I knew their cocks were stiff in their pants as they listened to my voice, hard at the prospect of being blown by the most talented mouth any of them had ever known. They all came, all thirteen of them. They were expecting sex of course, as that had been my promise, so they were anxious and eager for it, their dicks hard as steel rods as they arrived at the room. I rented a quiet room near the backside of a sleazy motel, away from the highway and out of view. Then, I made the calls, carefully scheduling the boys so that I timed their arrivals. As it turned out I pulled them in at a rate of about three per hour, and one by one they drove out to fuck me, knocking on that room door with an eagerness that can't be described. Each time I would carefully open the door, and then I would give them a big kiss and squeeze the front of their pants, feeling their big boners stiff and eager with their anticipation. Then, without a word, I would take their hand and lead them into the room, their pants bulging with the anticipation of what they thought was coming. Of course, as soon as we walked into the room they would see the other witches, and as you can imagine the look then on their faces was something else. Oh that so confused them! Of course, each of them knew something was amiss at that point, and most of them tried to turn around immediately and rush back towards the door, the look of surprise painted on their face as they tried to leave. A few grinned though, perhaps thinking they were going to fuck us all. It didn't matter of course, as at that point it was far too late, and no matter what they were thinking when we all went at them there was nothing they could do. Even the strongest of them was no match for all of us. As soon as we entered the room I had closed the door, and so before they could turn around and open it we dragged them to the bed and started the preparations, and although they each struggled it was a wasted effort. It looked like an assembly line. One by one the thirteen boys came to the room, and in turn each was bound and gagged, and then stripped, and then we took the blood samples and sent them to the lab to be analyzed. We gave them nice, neat haircuts, and we shaved them too, from the bottom of their ears to the tip of their toes. Three of the boys had grown mustaches across their lips, and we took those and shaved them smooth. We shaved their arms, and legs too, and even their chests and balls, and of course the ring of hair around their holes. That said, we didn’t shave off all of their sexual hair around their groins, or under their arms either, but we did clip it short and neat. I tidied up their patches of sex hair into sweet little ovals, and thinned out their pubes somewhat, to emphasize their young sexuality and to better show off their poles. I wanted the Queen Witch to see their bright red pubes, to know she had not been fooled and that their red hair was real. But I also wanted them to look young, and innocent, and keeping their skin smooth did that of course, and that I knew would make her happy. I shaved their balls myself. I enjoyed that especially, holding each of the young men’s scrotums, working the blade over the tender skin and sliding the sharp steel sideways along the surface, scraping their bags and taking off their red hairs one by one. I think a young man’s sac looks so much hotter when it is smooth, and it is fun to fondle their nuts and to feel the individual orbs inside as I slide the razor sharp blade over them. Their balls were oh-so-hot, filled with their cream that is our hope for the future. I hefted each sac, weighing it, fondling it in a loving sort of way. God I wanted to fuck them all! Of course I did not. I didn’t suck them either, in spite of my promise. Instead, I felt their full bags and envied what was to come, knowing that this time I would watch and that would have to be enough. The final preparation was to wire their jaws closed. A gag was too ugly, and I knew that the Queen Witch liked to watch the expression on the face of each boy she was fucking. But, I didn’t want her to have to listen to them protest, or to say anything at all that would ruin the moment. So, one by one, the boys were forced to open their mouths, and a rag was stuff inside while two thin stainless steel wires were punched through the small gap between their two eye teeth. The wires were then threaded out from behind two of their bottom teeth directly below. The rag was then removed, the jaws forced together, and the two ends of the wire twisted closed with pliers, and then the ends were clipped off and slid inside. After that had been done the boys could grunt and groan, and moan too of course, but other than that all they could really do was watch and stare and let it happen to them. With their shaved bodies and cute haircuts they looked like scared little boys, and oh how it made me want to laugh! Once we had the thirteen shaved and ready, I waited until the sun set and the moon rose high. It was a clear night, perfect in every way, and I KNEW she was coming then! Right on time, a few hours before midnight we tossed the trussed up males into the vans, and transported them into the woods to the selected site. It was all prepared of course. First, we dragged them one by one from the vans, and brought them over to the ring of rocks, where the fire lay was prepared and waiting. We spread each of them out, side by side, in a long line, so that they each faced the moon. Each of their heads rested on a small Jack-O-Lantern, which added a nice little touch and made sure they were looking up at the big moon that was oh-so-bright. On the opposite side of the fire there were more Jack-O-Lanterns, propped up on stones, their evil faces staring back at the boys and seemingly grinning at their predicament. The moon shined high on the Willow tree, a giant tree with long wispy branches that drooped to the ground. Near the top, the great Willow tree was forked, split wide there, and as the earth rotated the moon slid through the branches, working its way toward the forked opening slowly but surely. That too was intentional of course, planned and prepared and checked with the astronomical tables years beforehand to make sure it was right. The boys were pegged out, with big iron spikes that were driven into the ground, and they were so close that their legs overlapped. There was a spike for each leg, and a single one for their two wrists, so that their arms were pulled over them, stretching them out and exposing their red armpit hair. They were tied well, with their arms up and over their heads and with their wrists tied together, their faces staring at the moon and their legs spread wide apart. In the light of the moon their red hair shined oh-so-bright. We lit the fire at eleven thirty, and it burned high and hot, the sparks dancing into the night in front of the great Willow tree. The Jack-O-Lanterns were lit then too, and the candles inside flick-flick-flickered, the shadows dancing to and fro. Finally, the boys were oiled from their necks downward, so they were oh-so-slick, glistening there, their shaved skin so silky smooth and slippery that they shined. I oiled each boy myself, sliding my slick hand over their chests, taking the time to tweak their nipples. I spread the baby oil up between their legs, and hefted their balls with my slickened fist. As I oiled each cock the boy’s grew hard, the touch of my hand as it slid up and down their poles just more than they could control. Everything happened right on time, and soon the moon moved ever closer to the fork in the tree, and then right on cue the wind began to blow. A few minutes later black alley cats appeared, circling out there at the reaches of the fire. They were screeching now and then, and their cries sent chills down the spines of every boy there. From somewhere the wind seemed to pick up a moan of its own, and the fog came up and blanketed the ground right on cue. It was then that the ghost seemed to materialize, drifting like banshees in the distance, just barely visible in the flickering firelight at the edge of the circle. They would come in and out of view. Soon, the fire was intense, and it sparked and cracked as the flames roared. God the fire burned hot then! The boys stared, and struggled against their restraints, scared shitless really, and they bucked their hips and thrusted their naked groins at the sky as they struggled. They had no idea what they were seeing, but things were happening all around them, and as they stared and jerked their heads left and right, they struggled so hard that every muscle rippled. The fact they were all there and side by side, each with bright red hair, wasn't lost on them, and I knew they were trying to figure it out. Their hearts pounded in their chests, their little nipples mere points as they sucked in the air through their clinched teeth. The light of the fire glimmered, and as their big scrotums felt the heat they sagged one by one, the bags of the young men hanging loose and hot between their legs. The fire was right there at their spread feet, not so hot that it burned them, but hot enough to make their bodies drip with sweat. One by one I passed down the lines of boys, pausing to tweak a cock here and there, to keep them up and hard and jutting like young males are supposed to do when a fuck is in the air. Finally, as the clock hit midnight I stepped away from them, my part done. Everything was ready and I had the boys all hard and stiff waiting. We all waited then, and the anticipation was intense. The wind whipped the Willow tree, and the moon rose higher, sliding to the edge of the fork of the tree. Some of the boys struggled hard, while others did not, instead looking around with dread on their faces and trying to figure out what they were seeing. A minute passed, and then another, and she was nowhere in sight. I started to worry. As we waited some of the boys lost their erections, but most did not. Then, suddenly, without any warning or any other sound she was just there! We heard her cackle first, and the cackles grew louder, picked up by the wind. The fogged rolled in thicker, and then out of it she came into view, almost like an apparition that slowly turned into an old hag of a woman with long gray hair. I could hardly believe how she had aged! Her eyes were wrinkled, her face looking extremely old, with a single big wart along the side of her nose. She had a cane, and was using it to keep from falling, and the long years of her life were clearly showing. To the young men pegged out and waiting for her, she was a very frightening sight, and as they stared at the old hag who was bent over, her back humped and making her crouch as she walked, you could see the concern on their faces. The cocks that were still hard didn’t stay that way, the very sight of her enough to wilt their poles. Still, even though she was old, she hadn’t lost her step, and she moved around the circle of rocks as best she could, cackling, laughing with her head thrown back and her face painted with glee. She was wearing a single black robe, but it was open in the front, exposing her naked body to every single eye. To the young men tied out and waiting for her she was ugly as sin, her gray hair fluttering in the wind as she went around and around and around the fire. In her right hand was a knife with a long handle and a thin, razor sharp blade. The steel seemed to glisten in the light from the flames, and as she passed by the boys she held it high and every eye was on it. The handle was ivory, and it seemed to be inlaid with red rubies. Of course, it was older than old, and she clutched it with her deformed fingers as if her life depended on it. She moved around the fire, around the circle as best she could, and then, when she came back by the boys a second time she stopped there, her eyes picking out the one in the middle, the youngest looking boy in the group. I had figured she would go for him first, and I was not mistaken. He was one of the three high school virgins, and she looked at him and then she grinned. Slowly, she came towards him, and he stared at her, his bright blue eyes vivid, scared, the fear in him obvious and total. The boy couldn’t take his eyes off of the knife in her hand. He was trying to scream as she drew closer, screaming into his closed mouth that he could not open. A wail of sorts was all that came out between his clinched teeth, and she laughed and cackled as she heard it. Somewhere in the distance it was echoed, picked up by a wolf perhaps. The howl was repeated, louder then, and the sound drew closer. I half expected to see a werewolf, but it did not happen. Instead, she looked out to the fog in that direction, and her eyes squinted in anger. Then, after a minute she seemed satisfied, and then she looked back at the boy, and her face turned eager. And then she went right up to him. As she approached him the light of the fire seemed to flicker higher, fanned by the wind perhaps, and as it did so it illuminated her. The boy stared at her, terrified, and his eyes went oh-so-wide. She was so old! Very old....and from all appearances she could have been the boy’s great grandmother. The boy shook his head, staring at her, at her ugly gray hair and sagging skin, and her deep black eyes that looked dead and hollow. To a young boy of eighteen she almost looked like she was dead, a living corpse in many ways, and the big wart on her nose seemed to accentuate her ugliness. Just then the robe fluttered open in the wind, exposing her tits that were flat and sagging. That made his eyes go wide! He struggled hard, pulling against his restraints that had him pegged out and exposed to her. It was a useless gesture, but he tried anyway. As she approached his eyes followed down her body, and they stopped there, between her legs. Every boy will steal a look at a woman’s pussy if he is given the chance, regardless of the age of the woman or the color of her hair. So too did this boy, and as he stared he became even more frightened. Almost as if to recognize his attention, her hairless pussy started to pulsate, literally, and the opening seemed to form into an oval, like the lips of a fish out of water, puckering there, open and closed and open and closed. All the boys were watching, staring, and so every one of the thirteen saw it, saw her bald pussy and the way it was moving. In that instant the fear went through them and they all started to struggle. They had no idea what they were seeing, but one thing was very apparent. Her vagina was different than any pussy on any human woman, and it was then when they started to realize she was something else entirely. As they stared with wide open eyes, her witch pussy emphasized that fact as it quivered and pulsated, eagerly even, her vaginal lips puckering outward with an eagerness that scared all of them to the core. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then she came forward to where the young teenager was tied out, and once she was over him she straddled him. She stood there then, looking down on him, grinning then as her pussy continued to open and to close, the lips wet and slick and eager with anticipation. The kid was barely eighteen, and his six inch dick was flat on his belly, the boy’s pole limp from his fear. He was a cute boy, with little-boy freckles, and as he watched the old hag slowly lowered herself downward, then lower some more, until the lips of her quivering vagina were literally just inches from his soft cock. She paused there, and turned sideways long enough to bury the knife blade into the glowing coals of the red hot fire. As she did that the sparks flew and the fire crackled. He was shaking, screaming then, staring with his bent head at her spread legs and her hanging tits. Suddenly, her pussy opened like a mouth, and just seemed to kiss his cock, and then, with something like a slurping sound, the boy’s soft pole was literally drawn up and into her womanhood, sucked in like a vacuum cleaner. The boy tossed his head back in disbelief and his eyes went even wider then, and he screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” into his clinched jaws. He started to buck wildly against his restraints after that, but even so, his pole grew hard from the suction, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. In fact, the teenage boy went fully hard in seconds as his virgin cock felt its first vagina. She grinned as she felt his dick swell. He didn’t want to grow hard of course, but his cock filled with blood anyway, growing thicker and stiff with the feeling of its first pussy. Soon enough he was rock hard like only a teenager can be, and once he was she rode upward on his dick and then back down. He stared in total disbelief as he felt her womanhood, the feeling overwhelming him and ugly as she was her pussy felt far better than he had every imagined it would be. Then, as she rode his hard cock she spun around on it, rotating on his erection until she was facing the fire, and then with two upraised arms spread wide she stared at the moon which had slid into view between the forks of the big tree. It was the moment of our destiny. As she raised her arms the tree was blowing, back and forth, and you could see a swarm of bats dodging in and out of the light. Then, right on cue one of us reached up to the twin bungee chords that were tied there, in the fork of the Willow tree, pulling on them, drawing them downward and into her hand. They came together and were tied in a tight little pocket, so that the entire thing was like a giant slingshot, the two ends of the elastic tied around the two sides of the fork of the tree. In the pocket there was a loop, and it was designed for a very specific and very sinister purpose. She cackled as she took that little loop into her hands, and without a word then she just slipped it over the top of the boy’s teenage scrotum, letting it snap closed around the top of his sack. She gave it a gentle tug to seat it firmly in place, and then with a laugh she released the cords and watched the elastic jerk hard on his balls. The boy grunted as he felt the loop bite into his teenage nuts, and she laughed louder then. The boy thrashed in disbelief, and then started to buck his hips, fighting the feeling of being inside of her and having his balls cinched and pulled at the same time. The boy’s entire scrotum was pulled upward with the snap, stretched out like some perverse treasure trove of testicles in that single instant. His warm balls were literally stretched away from his body a good six inches, and as that was done he tossed his head back and screamed through his clinched teeth from the pain. She spun around on his cock and faced him then, and started to ride his young dick up and down and up and down. He grunted, his eyes wide with the fear and the disbelief of what he was feeling. His nuts were being pulled so hard and so violently that they were stretched out like two obscene grapes, his shaved bag shiny as the skin lay tight. Still, the Queen Witch rode his oiled rod, up and down, her aged pussy milking his cock like an eager mouth. Suddenly, simultaneously, the boy and the witch tossed their heads back, and she cackled again then, loud, with a screech that rang through the woods. Somewhere in the distance the big wolf being howled again. At that same instant, the teenage boy ejaculated, pumping his jism into her sucking pussy, and as he did her black eyes flared open. I was staring at them, at her expression as she looked at the sky and felt his sperm being injected into her witch's womb, and as I watched in that single, priceless second, her eyes turned from black to green and after that they sparkled in the fire. She grinned as she felt her orgasm, and her gray hair shined in the light. As the teenager was squirting into her it seemed to suddenly be less gray, the reddish color coming out. The boy saw the changes too, and struggled even harder, not sure who or what he was fucking. Still, her pussy gripped his rod, fucking it and milking it dry. When he had nothing left in his balls to give, she reached behind, into the fire, and pulled out her blade. The kid never saw the knife, as she held it behind her, between his legs. But the other boys could see it, and they were watching everything in disbelief. In front of everyone her pussy still milked his pole, and she seemed to savor the boy’s load the youth had shot into her pussy. She was grinning, and then without any other thought or hesitation she brought the knife up under his stretched out bag. She laid it up against his skin, and then as she stared into his eyes there was a wisp of smoke as the red hot blade melted its way through the young teenager's scrotum. He tossed his head back and screamed through his wired lips, a look of disbelief on his face as he felt himself being castrated. Several of the other boys screamed as well. At the same instant there was this “thwattttttttttttttttttt” sound, and suddenly the boy’s balls came free. The bungee cord snapped back and released its energy, and in that instant the young man’s balls sailed high, right through the fork in the Willow tree, and off and up towards the big face of the full moon. A single bat dove for them, but missed, and then after that they were simply gone...lost to the darkness of the Halloween night. He had been castrated! She shoved her blade back into the coals, and then popped off of the boys softening cock, and it flopped over like a wet noodle on his belly, his last boner gone forever. The young eunuch’s eyes rolled back into his head then, and after that he slipped into unconsciousness. She cackled like a younger woman, and then she seemed to literally jump around the circle of rocks, prancing even, cackling and laughing as she again went round and round and round. She stood up straight and tossed her cane to the wind, and laughed and laughed and laughed as it twirled out of sight. Oh she was happy then! As she passed in front of the boys all lined up they stared, their arms stretched out above their heads and pegged to the ground. Their smooth chests were sweating, the heat of the fire intense now, the glow from it reflecting off their oiled bodies and causing their skin to literally glisten. The third time she came by them she paused again, this time stopping by one of the college men. He was in his twenties. What made him stand out was his boner, which had grown stiff and eager when he had watched the younger teen lose his balls, and it was clearly his thick erection that grabbed her interest. This one was a powerful, strong looking man, with gray-green eyes and a serious face. She grinned at him, and his face went white, and then with another cackle she was over him, her legs once again spread wide, her pussy lips quivering, opening and closing and opening and closing. You could see the entrance to her vagina was still slick and literally dripping with the previous boy's sperm. He stared, wide-eyed as he saw it, as did the other boys, staring at the Queen Witch as she brought her wet pussy downward until it swallowed his pole. He gasped, and grunted into his gag. He could feel her internal muscles gripping him, pulling on his pole and squeezing it, and it felt better than any woman he had ever felt before. OH GOD SHE WAS HOT INSIDE! He could feel her pussy as it tugged and pulled and squeezed, the wetness of her cunt lubricating his shaft as she rode it up and down and up and down. Once again, as she had done before she rotated around on his erection until she faced the moon. It was higher now, deeper in the cut in the great Willow, and there, her arms once again spread wide, she looked to the moon and called to the tree while the wind roared. Two black cats came running out of the night, their cries distinct. They moved next to her as she rode the dick that was impaling her. Once again the bungee was brought down and placed into her hand. I noticed the loop was empty, the previous boy’s balls totally gone, shot into the night and now gone forever. This time she picked up the bag of the male she was riding, and felt his stones and hefted his warm sack. He had a really big set of balls. His manhood was hot from the fire, and she fondled it, caressing his loose bag with a look of incredible excitement. Finally, with a look of pure joy radiating across her ugly face, she slid the loop over his sac, and then let it snap closed as she released the bungee. The male grunted loudly under her, and bucked his hips as he felt the bite from the cord on his balls. That motion drove his cock deep inside of her pussy, and she threw her head back and laughed. At the same time his balls snapped upward, pulled hard, away from his body and without any mercy. They were hanging out from his body then, stretched tight, the loop of leather stretched by the bungee until his nuts were distended, the string of skin straining--stretched almost seven inches as the elastic cord pulled them towards the moon. It gave the appearance that his balls might be ripped right off. She then spun around, doing two complete turns on his cock before coming to a stop facing him. She was laughing like a middle aged woman in heat then, riding the college boy’s cock and savoring every inch of it. One of the black cats moved in between his legs, and as I watched the animal started to lick the man's balls, lapping at them, the hot little tongue licking his stretched out sac. That made him grunt, and he thrusted his hips and drove his cock up and into her. He was grunting like a wild man after that, the pain shooting up from his nuts, yet even so he could feel her riding him. The wetness of her pussy caressed his oil-soaked rod and it felt so fucking good he could hardly believe it. The combination of pain and pleasure was just way too much! He stared, and then with wide opened eyes he struggled so damn hard, pulling with every muscle against his restraints. As he did so he thrust his hips upward once again, deep into her, and as he did that she grunted, a wave of intense pleasure shuddering through her body. At that same instant he too gasped, even louder than before, and then his cock began to spew out his seed, pumping his cream deep inside of her. She screamed again as he came, and then she too was shuddering once again, and as she did her eyes turned a gray-green, matching the eyes of the college boy that was ejaculating his seed into her. He grunted out his load of sperm, shooting it out in rhythmic contractions, his balls oh-so-full and fueling his cock that seemed to shoot and shoot and shoot. Her hair color seemed to intensify, turning more red than gray, and the transformation was apparent to everyone. As he was cumming she reached around him and shoed the cat away, and then she once again pulled her knife out of the fire. She grinned again, and then staring at the boy who was cumming, she laid the big blade up under his balls....waiting, waiting for him to completely empty them. He had seen the younger boy castrated, and when he felt the blade there, under his own balls, he panicked. He could feel the heat of it, and his eyes went wide open and he started to struggle really hard. He didn’t want to lose his balls! Even so, his cock continued to pump out his jism, his load of semen shooting into her womb which seemed to suck and pull and quiver. This went on for several long seconds, and then, finally, as his dick shot out its last squirts of jism, she moved the knife and took his balls. He tried to scream, but his wired jaws were slammed close, so only a wail came out, a piercing wale as the bungee jerked his balls and flung them into the air. I saw them go, flying high, like a piece of meat, thrown high towards the moon. This time there were several bats there, and they seemed to dive for them as they passed, the man’s nuts suddenly no longer his but theirs instead. I looked back at her then and saw that she had changed, and even the mole seemed to have just disappeared. As I watched her face grew less wrinkled, and more youthful looking, and that’s when she literally leaped off his cock, which fell flat on his belly, and his eyes rolled back into his head and after that he collapsed, totally spent and now unmanned. In contrast, she was oh-so-full of energy now! She leaped into the air, traveling almost six feet straight upward, and when she came down she leaped again, almost flying around the circle and fanning the flames with her movement. I was looking at her and noticed that her flat tits were different now too, younger looking, and they seemed to have firmed up and now they seemed to be floating like rounded melons. They looked good on her, and as I was staring at her face it occurred to me that she was much younger looking too, perhaps more like a woman in her late thirties than the old hag that minutes ago she had appeared to be. The next boy she chose was another one of the high school boys, and as I saw her stop and look at him the memories of his cock came back to me. His name was Matt, and I remembered how shy he had been when I had first sucked his pole in his summer camp cabin. I did it on his eighteenth birthday, as a present of sorts, and oh how he had gasped and shook when I pulled out his jism that first time. I remember teasing the tip of it, running my forked tongue around the end and up through his slit, and how I had driven him crazy as I had played with his dick. Oh his load had been so damn sweet! He was cute as hell, and I had really enjoyed the boy and he had apparently enjoyed me as well. In fact, he enjoyed that first suck so much that he kept calling me often after that, begging to blow him again and again and again! His pole was hers now of course, and she stared at it, licking her lips with eager anticipation. As the boy looked up at her tits his prick responded, rising off of his belly and pointing upward then, eager even. He was so damn cute! I liked his bright blue eyes, the way they radiated in the light, and it was fun to see them grow round and wide as he felt her lower herself onto his eager pole. I knew it was his first fuck. The boy grunted into his clinched teeth as her pussy sucked him up inside of her, and you could tell that the feeling was better by far than anything he was prepared for. He grunted as soon as her wet pussy slid down on his pole, and then he tossed his head back and forth as the feeling overwhelmed him. In less than a second he was on the verge of cumming. Once again, she spun around on the hard cock in her pussy and faced the moon, which was still rising upward through the fork in the tree. She raised her arms high, and called for the bungee chords just as before. Then, as we all watched, she slipped the loop over the boy's bag and let it snap, jerking his scrotum out, his distended nuts looking like plums ripe for the picking. He arched his back, trying to relieve the pressure, but only pushing his cock deeper into her pussy instead. As he was doing that, she spun around and faced him. Several cats rushed in, as if to lick his balls, but she waved her hand and held them off. This time she was grinning, and her eyes were eager. She leaned forward and kissed the boy, right on the lips, and as she did he shuddered, and grunted, and then I saw his balls tighten up and after that he lost all control and then he opened his big blue eyes oh-so-wide and as he did that was when he started cumming. She kissed him again as he ejaculated into her, and when she finally sat back up her eyes were blue, like his, a deep aqua color that accentuate her features. She felt her orgasm too as he ejaculated, both of them coming together, and as she did her hair seemed to just slowly turn red, bright red, and by the time he had squirted his full load into her pussy the gray in her hair was gone completely. After her orgasm, she spun around until she faced the Willow tree and the big oval of the moon, and then once again she took her knife and laid it up and under his young bag of balls. The boy bucked his hips and thrashed, feeling the heat of her blade and knowing what was about to take place. The bats were swarming through the big disk of the moon, and she watched them for a minute or so. He tried to scream, and he was thrashing back and forth in a wild panicked motion, knowing she was about to take his balls and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Then, with a grin, she moved the blade and it was done. There was another “thawattttttttttttt”...........and in that instant the boy’s balls were flying through the night, shot out and upward so fast it was hard to follow them. The black cats that been milling about seemed to dart off into the trees, chasing them perhaps, and the bats that were circling seemed to increase their numbers. The ball-less boy bucked his hips and grunted, screaming in a way in spite of his closed jaw and clinched teeth. As he did he started thrusting into her, forcing his neutered cock in and out of her pussy, thrusting deep inside of her one last time. In and out and in and out he pumped into her, almost as if he was trying to keep his cock hard and to stay a man in spite of having been castrated. But, unmanned, he held no interest for her, and she seemed to just leap off his spent cock and she didn’t look back and after that he was just thrusting into the air. She danced, laughed, and seemed to literally fly then, and as the other men watching stared at her it was obvious that things had changed. With three loads of sperm inside of her she was young looking now, every bit a woman in her twenties, her bright red hair and her firm tits literally jutting up off of her chest. Her skin now was tight and smooth, the wrinkles gone completely and even her facial features had firmed up. Her bright blue eyes glistened, and her smile seemed to radiate with knew confidence. She was beautiful. She pranced around the circle of rocks, leaping so high it was almost as if she was flying. The boys stared, and one by one their cocks grew hard. Even though they knew, KNEW, she would unman them all, those still with balls grew hard anyway, her firm tits and sexy body making their cocks eager for their last fuck in spite of it all. Oh that made her smile! Then, one by one she fucked them all, one after the other, and after each one had ejaculated into her she sliced off his balls and sent them flying into the night. She was a beautiful teenage woman by the time she was riding the thirteenth cock, and she rode it with gusto and laughed as she did so. The last male was the final high school boy, and in spite of his age he had the biggest cock and I think that's why she had saved it for last. His bag too was something to see, and as I looked at it all stretched out by the bungee I could only marvel at the size of his balls. He had huge egg-sized orbs, and they filled his bag and it almost seemed a waste to take them. But there is no man alive that has ever fucked the Queen Witch and kept his balls, and so of course he too would have to be unmanned. She was just a teenager at that point, a young girl with small, growing tits, and as she rode his prick she looked innocent even, sliding up and down and up and down over his big man-sized cock. She also spun around on it, sometimes going around two and three times, literally spinning on his dick as her teenage pussy swallowed every inch of him. She enjoyed the ride, savoring his rod and riding it with glee. Oh God she enjoyed his dick! Even though he knew that she wasn’t what she appeared to be, and was going to take his balls, he was rock hard anyway, stiff and eager, and he stared at her firm teenage looking tits with wide open eyes. In fact, even with his castration pending he was as hard as any man can be, his young cock like a piece of steel as he fucked her deep. He knew it was over, and perhaps that’s why he thrusted into her, savoring his first pussy and his last moments as a man. Oh how he fucked her! The two of them seemed so perfect to me, the freckled face high school boy fucking a young teenage woman, the girl so horny she was like a teenager in heat. They fucked so hard they were both sweating. They fucked and fucked and fucked, for at least ten minutes. And then, with his armpits wet with sweat, his nipples turned to points and then he shot his wad. It was a hell of a load. He had been waiting eighteen years to shoot a load into a pussy, and now that the moment was happening he just came and came and came. In fact, he came like a fire hose, and his jism shot out of his pole with such force she shuddered. As he was cumming his load was so great that you could see the boy’s white spunk dripping out of her pussy as she rode his dick and he squirted it into her. She shuddered, and that started a long and intense orgasm then, and she savored it, feeling his thick rod pumping out its jism as the pleasure racked her body. As I was watching, it occurred to me she was a beautiful young woman then, literally, and I knew without any question that our species was safe once again. Her body would store the sperm, and keep it alive, and then over the years to come she would have the girls one by one that would continue the line. Finally, he was spent. It had gone well, and there would be scores of young witches in the years to come, and that excited me. She seemed so happy too, like a young girl feeling her first cock, and I could see that she savored his cream, and seemed to be in no hurry to finish the fuck. Of course, it would be many years before she would feel another pole and so perhaps that's why she savored him so. Whatever the reason, she was definitely not in any hurry to castrate him. I could tell she liked his dick, like a teenage girl is supposed to like a boy's dick, and for a few moments I wasn’t sure if she would slice off his balls or not. But, she knew what had to be done, and so finally she picked up the knife and showed it to him. He stared at the blade, and shook his head, back and forth, grunting into his clinched teeth even with his rod still stiff and eager inside of her. She giggled like a little girl. Although he had shot his wad his pole was still eager, and as she felt his hard prick penetrating her pussy I think it surprised her. She grinned, and laughed, like a teenager girl laughs, and then she started to ride him a second time, up and down, her pussy hungry for his pole and the muscles of her vagina tugging on his rod. His eyes grew wide, and he started to thrust with his hips, driving his dick into her all over again, fucking her for a second time and savoring what was his final act as a man. As he was doing that, she laid the blade up between his legs, under the bungee, and then she opened her mouth and spoke the only words I have ever heard her say. “It’s time boy.....it is time. You have a nice cock, and I’ve enjoyed every inch of it. And, I thank you for your seed--it is already growing within me, and I will put it to good use in the years to come. But, you have more, and I want it all. It is Halloween, and your job is to give me every single one of your swimming sperm. So, don't hold out on me! It is time, time for you to empty your balls completely and to give me all of your seed. As soon as you do, I'm going to let your empty balls fly.” He shook his head, back and forth. At the same time, the feeling in his balls overwhelmed his senses, and then despite his desire to do otherwise he grunted out his final load of cream and deposited it into his first, last, and only pussy. His eyes went oh so wide then, and I could tell the way his eyes flared that his second ejaculation was as intense as his first. He spurted his final load of cream while he felt the knife up against his balls, and when he was empty she moved her hand and sent his balls off into the night. And, so it was done. She was gone in an instant, flying off into the night, fading as an apparition into the light of the moon. The fog rolled in thick after that, and the sky clouded over and then the moon disappeared. As the fire died away and the candles burned out I stared at the neutered males, all lined up and castrated, side-by-side. The boys were all done, finished as males, and as I untied them they barely moved. Their thirteen pricks lay flat on their stomachs, spent and lifeless like wet macaroni, their last boners now but a memory. I left then, quickly, leaving the new eunuchs to recover on their own and to tell their story that would never be believed. As for me, it was just another Halloween finished and a job well done. Authors note: © Copyright October, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. |