A witch stole my penis.
This story if fiction, none of the events except for possibly some dates are real. Everyone is over eighteen.
The morning after Halloween a few years ago, after sleeping with a witch, I woke up missing a vital part of my body. I want it back, but I have to wait for a very long time. Can anyone understand how hard it is to be perpetually twenty-five years old without his dick?
No, That would rank pretty high on my list of things I would hate to have to lose. The reporter told Jack. How did you wind up the way you are?
I guess I should start from the beginning when I was born on the night of October thirty-first nineteen-forty-four. A night which coincidentally was a full moon. I grew up just as any other kid, went to school graduated High School married my high school sweetheart. Had a successful career, we raised two kids they got married and moved away. My wife passed away shortly after our fiftieth anniversary in twenty-fourteen.
I was celebrating my seventy-sixth birthday in a local bar it was Halloween afternoon. While sitting at the bar I was staring at all of the pictures of every couple who had regularly celebrated their wedding anniversaries at that very bar. I was particularly staring at mine and Evelyn's fifth wedding anniversary picture because even though we were not married on my birthday we often combined both celebratory dates into a single party at the bar.
I must have sat there staring at that picture for a long time. 'The bartender came over to me and softly said Jack, don't you think it is about time you moved on with your life? We all loved Evelyn, but she has been gone now for six years old buddy. You still have your life, you are in good health, you've actually kept yourself in pretty good shape for a many your age. Find a nice woman to share your senior years with.'
I suppose your right Tom, I just loved that woman so much. If only I had been at home when she had her first heart attack, maybe I could have saved her. Then he told me, 'you know that is not true, my friend, Your Daughter was with her and called the ambulance, Julie is a Registered nurse. There is nothing you could have done that she didn't, and you know it.'
I decided I might as well go home and getting drunk was not going to make me feel any better anyway. I had Tom call me an Uber, since I never drive my own car to the bar. It being Halloween the Uber driver was dressed like a witch, no surprise there. After driving me home she parked in my driveway so I wouldn't have very far to walk. As I was getting out of her car I stumbled. I guess I was a little drunk and hadn't even realized it another reason why I won't drive after drinking I could be very drunk and not even know it until something bad happened. Here I was an old man being helped into his home by this woman dressed as a witch. Fumbling for my keys, she took them from me and unlocked my door then helped me inside still about half supporting me. 'Mister jack please let me help you to your bed sir.'
I'm sorry miss, I must be more intoxicated than I realize. If you would be so kind as to help me, get into bed, I would be most appreciative. After depositing me on my bed she removed my shoes, unbuckled my trousers and pulled them off then unbuttoned my shirt and removed it leaving me laying there in just an undershirt and my boxers. She was about to leave but I hadn't [aid for my ride yet.
Miss, if you please would you hand me my wallet, I must pay you for driving me home. Just then I felt like I was going to retch. I tried to get up but fell to the floor. Damn this being drunk and old or being old and drunk really sucks. Could I trouble you to help a sorry old drunk to the bathroom please? She stifled a little giggle and with hardly any effort at all hefted my drunk self to the bathroom then pulled down my boxers and sat me down.
My father came home a little too drunk once and thought he was going to retch. He hung his head over the toilet bowl but peed his pants while throwing up. I thought it better to save you the embarrassment. Here sir throw up in the waste basket.
She was right I would have pissed my shorts. This young woman dressed as a witch patiently held the waste basket for me, but I didn't throw up. I did feel better after Sitting there a few minutes then with her help I stood up again my boxers now tangled at my feet. So he helped me step out of them then we made our way back to the bed. I lay there clad only in my undershirt with my wrinkled old dick flopping around.
May I sir?
May you what?
Would it be alright if I give you a little pleasure it is your birthday after all, and you probably haven't been given a blow job in years.
Young lady I am probably too drunk to stop you even if I wanted to. But you will be disappointed that thing hasn't risen in years.
For every old man there is a young man inside of them. You just lay there, and I will make you twenty-five again. But you have to let me do it my way with no questions, OK?
I felt like I was going to pass out and I think I might have for a moment. The next thing I knew this young witch for that is actually what she really was. Had placed a ring around the base of my dick pulled my scrotum through the rain as well but had pushed my balls up into their canals. The ring was at the very base of my dick which by now was as hard as it used to get when I was much younger, It looked much larger than I remember it ever had been. When my ejaculation finally erupted, she greedily swallowed every drop. My dick didn't go soft, which was probably due to the ring she had put around its base. I felt I was ten, no thirty years younger. Then she climbed onto the bed above me got in the sixty-nine position and asked if I was feeling well enough to return the favor, as she lowered her quin onto my face. I stuck my tongue out through my teeth. Wait! My teeth? A few minutes ago I had false teeth. It had been twenty years since I had my own teeth. I got busy licking her hot vagina playing my tongue over her hard clit while she sucked me off for a second time.
I must have been doing something right because she suddenly had a gushing orgasm. Right into my open mouth. I swallowed and licked as much of her sweet nectar as possible while she swallowed my seed again.
Sir that was fabulous I want to fuck myself on your big dick so much now I can't stand it.
With that she got up and cowgirl-ed me plunging my still rock-hard dick deep into her vagina, I felt like I was in heaven. I hadn't had sex in more years than I could remember, and I don't think my wife ever did me cowgirl style. She rode me for all I was worth. I watched her raise up until only the tip was still inside her the plunge back down repeatedly until I blew my load for a third time, I was thinking not only did I still have a super hard-on, but I had cum three times already with no refractory period. I hadn't ever been able to do that. Not even when Evelyn and I had first got married.
What? What's happening to me?
Sir you are now twenty-five years old and will remain twenty-five until the next time there is a full moon on Halloween in nineteen years. Now I want you to fuck me until your dick falls off.
And that was exactly what we did I finally fell asleep sometime just before the sun came up, I think she was still fucking herself on me when fell unconscious. I don't know when she left or how long I slept I might have slept all day if I didn't have the urge to take a leak. The sun was high in the sky, indicating it to be around noon. I bounced out of bed. Not even thinking about my age, I felt young. When I got to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I saw this fifty-year-younger version of myself staring back at me. Gone were the cataract dulled eyes, my face was no longer wrinkled and old my hair was once again it's dark brown. There was no saggy skin on my arms. I could flex my fingers and there was no trace of the arthritis in my joints anymore. I started to look further down at my solid chest with six pack abs below it. A slim waist flat stomach narrowed hips; It was then the horror struck me. I had nothing.
Between my legs. I felt through my think pubic hair but there was still nothing there. I could only feel a couple of bumps in my pelvis area. When I pressed on them, I knew right away the bumps were my balls forever trapped high up in their inaugural canals. Panicked as I was, I still needed to pee. So I sat on the commode and leaned forward to make sure I pissed in the bowl and not all over the seat.
Your penis was really gone? Had she cut it off? Why didn't you bleed to death?
