Putting The Man In Mandrake

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Putting the 'Man' in 'Mandrake' (MF, cons, oral, magic) By Frenchy Frog

If a guy got horny and didn't have a date, word got around that old Mrs. Hensleigh's house was the place to go to get your needs satisfied. She was known to be a witch or at least she was into magic rituals and stuff. People went to her to get healing herbs and love potions, sexual enhancers and stuff to cast spells. I never really believed any of that shit, but at times I did go to her to get some relief when I was hard up for it.

You had to kinda be careful if you went over to her place. She had a mean fucking dog named "Pal" that was vicious enough to some folks that he could take your leg off. I had made friends with him from the first time I went over to her place. I had been warned he was mean and I had taken a piece of Polish sausage along with me. As I walked down the alley behind her place he barked and growled at me with a vicious look, and he bared his teeth and yelped something crazy when I stopped at the gate in her back fence. I smiled and talked nice and slipped the Polish sausage through the fence to him. He stopped all the racket, smelled the sausage, and grabbed it.

So anyway, the word was that she had these Mandrake plants that had exceptional supernatural qualities and were sought after by a lot of folks for their special powers to help a woman get pregnant. Supposedly what made them so powerful was the super secret way old Mrs. Hensleigh grew and nourished them. I got wind of the secret from her nephew one night when we were out drinking, and while soused, he let it slip to me that she used a man's cum, human sperm, to give the Mandrake roots a special boost in their fertility abilities.

That first time I went to her place I was nervous as hell and a bit scared to go inside. I didn't believe in any of the stories going around, but it was still weird to be there. When I knocked on her back door and she opened it, she looked funny at me and her eyes searched around for the dog. She asked me, "How did you get in here without Pal stopping you?" I smiled and said, "He just seemed to like me."

A smile lit up her face and I saw a crooked grin with a few missing teeth as she opened the door for me to enter. "Well, young man," she said, "then I am glad to have you come visit me. Anyone that Pal likes is welcome in my home. What is your name and what can I do to make you feel comfortable here?"

I lied and answered that my name was Howard. I felt a bit backward with my thoughts and I stammered and mumbled something about Mandrake. Her eyes opened wide and she asked, "Mandrake? What do you need Mandrake for, Howard?"

I told her that I didn't really need any Mandrake, that I was interested in how she grew it. She kinda tilted her head and gave me that crooked smile. She said, "Oh! Well... I grow my Mandrake in a special way, what uh, what exactly are you interested in knowing about how it's grown?"

I tried to gather my wits about me and finally said, "Um, well, I'm kind of curious as to how you fertilize it."

She smiled that toothy grin at me and said, "Fertilize it, huh? Well... you see, I don't use any of the usual stuff. I require a very special product that only COMES from a special place." She tilted her head, placed her open hand on my chest, and grinned right up close to me. "Are you interested in learning more about that special place, Howard?"

I gulped and nodded. Her smile continued as her hand slowly slipped down my chest to stop at my belt. Once more she titled her head and smiled as she peered directly into my eyes with a questioning look. I again nodded and as we looked into each other's eyes her fingers began to undo my belt.

Within seconds my pants were undone and around my ankles, and then my shorts joined them on the floor. A mere moment more and old Mrs. Hensleigh had me pushed back leaning against her sink, a potted Mandrake plant was on the floor next to my feet, and she was comfortably sitting on a kitchen chair before me.

As she smiled up at me the fingers of her tiny hands were encasing my balls and surrounding my almost erect dick. In a matter of a few more seconds my erection was full, my balls were in paradise and her smiling face was looking up into my eyes as her hands did marvelous things to me.

She whispered things I had a hard time concentrating on, funny sounding words in a bit of a chant as her hands moved magically.

My head was tilted back in ecstasy as time slipped away. But then abruptly the end of my cock was covered in a warm wet pressure and I looked down to see the top of Mrs. Hensleigh's white head bobbing at my crotch.

OH STIT! This was unbelievable.

It went on for some unknowable time when I suddenly heard a young girl's voice ask, "Grandma, can I have some lemonade?" I looked down to see Mrs. Hensleigh's head turn to a little Blonde girl and answer, "Sure sweetheart, it's in the refrigerator, get a glass from the cabinet." She immediately went back to sucking my cock as the little girl did as she was told.

I didn't want this to end, but it really felt weird so I said, "Do you uh, do you wanna stop?"

She looked up at me and said, "No. Do you want me to?"

I shook my head NO, and she went back down on me. Her little granddaughter got her drink, went back into the other room and everything went on as if there was no interruption.

After some unknown time interval I was in ecstasy and nearing the moment. I murmured, "Uh... uh... I'm... I'm gonna..." and it just exploded. Like lightning Mrs. Hensleigh's fingers were around my spurting cock, jerking it and directing the stream of cum onto the soil around the potted Mandrake plant.

Her mouth and her hands had done a wondrous job on me and she very carefully emptied my balls into the clay pot. She then happily spit out the first bit of my thunderous emission into the pot to join with all the rest of the cum slowly settling into the Mandrake's roots.

Smiling up at me Mrs. Hensleigh patted my stomach and said, "Good boy, Howard! You did a good job! You are always welcome here."

Pal and I were fast friends after that first time, and whenever I came over to Mrs. Hensleigh's place, I always had a piece of Polish sausage for him.

THE END

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READING stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship may be exciting, but it isn't okay to HAVE unprotected sex with someone other than with your trusted partner. Remember, you are only given one body, so take good care of it!

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