"You're very skinny and not very beautiful," the farmer said, " so you couldn't be the answer to my prayers. However, I'll get you out of there anyway." Using all his strength, he freed the witch's foot. "Thank you, farmer," she said, looking over his warm, friendly face.
"You promised me the answer to my prayers. Well, I want a woman to clean my house, bear my children, and keep me warm at night. Unlike you, of course, she must be gorgeous and well-built." He held his cupped hands in front of his chest to show the witch exactly how well endowed he wanted this woman to be." And she must want to make love all the time." The witch frowned. "I'm not good enough for you?" "Not a chance," Dalton said, holding his hands in front of his chest. "Big. Really big."
"if that's truly what you want," the witch said, hooking her index fingers together and blinking her eyes, "then this evening you will find an enchanted mirror hanging in your bedroom. From it will emerge the girl of your dreams."
That evening, Dalton couldn't wait to get home. he ran up the stairs and, on his bedroom wall, he found a full-lengeth mirror. "Where's my dream woman?" he asked out loud. Suddenly, the mirror became cloudy and from its depths a beautiful and extremely well-endowed naked woman materialized. "I've been waiting for you all afternoon," she murmured, wrapping her arms around Dalton's waist.
"Wow." He sighed. As he reached for her, he silently thanked the witch for rewarding him so generously.
The woman's hands were everywhere. She unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his hairy chest, kissing and licking his flat nipples. "Oh, love," she groaned as she pushed him onto the bed, "you're so sexy." She straddled his chest, took his hand, and placed it on one large breast, holding it tightly against her so Dalton could fill his hand with her flesh. "Your hands feel so good." While she rubbed her wet cunt against his chest, she lifted his other hand and filled it with her other large breast. "Yes. So good."
Dalton closed his eyes and let the beautiful girl use his hands to stroke her body. When she placed his hand palm up on his flat stomach and sat on it, he thought his cock would burst from his pants. His fingers slipped inside her cunt.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Let me fuck you."
"Of course." She opened his pants' buttons and impaled herself on his stiff erection. Up and down, up and down--she rode him until he could hold back no longer. He arched his back and thick come filled her pussy. Exhausted, he collapsed.
As if this wasn't enough, she got up and announced, "Now I'll cook you a good meal." Patting his now-flaccid cock, she continued, "Then you'll be ready to do this again."
The meal was perfect, and when they were done eating, they made love again.
For several weeks, Dalton spent very little time in his fields. Every minute was spent either eating or making love. Finally, he had had enough. "Oh, witch," he cried, lying exhasted on the bed while his lover was in the kitchen. "Witch, please answer me." From the depths of the cloudy mirror, the witch stepped into the small room. "Oh, witch," he moaned, "this is awful. She won't let me alone. She wants to fondly her tits all the time, sometimes even when she's cooking. I've gained five pounds and I'm so tired that I haven't the strength to get anything done. help me." He knelt on the floor at the witch's feet and hugged her knees. "Please." "Well," the witch said, "she is what you said you wanted."
Dalton hung his head. "I know." He sighed. "but she never lets me give her pleasure. She never shares in bed. It't not really fun anymore." He looked over the witch's small but well-formed body. "And she doesn't talk, or play cards, or read. She just cooks, hold my hands on her big breasts, anf fucks." "She's not what you wanted?" Dalton sat on the side of the bed. "She's what I thought I wanted. I guess I was wrong."
The witch smiled. "I play gin rummy, and I like to read. I'm a decent cook, and together we can learn how good it can be in bed." She winked at him. "And I think you're very special and very handsome."
Dalton took the witch's hand. "I like you, too." Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the stairs. "Oh no, here she comes."
Dalton, darling," the young woman's voice called as she entered the room with a tray of hor d"oeuvres. "I've got something to tide you over until dinner." She started to set the tray on the table and opened her skirt to reveal her large tits.
The Witch looked at Dalton, and when he nodded, she hooked her index fingers together and blinked her eyes. The woman disappeared. Then the witch blinked again and a deck of cards appeared in her hand. "How about we share some of those lovely treats while I beat you at gin?"
"Wonderful," Dalton said, knowing that he had found a woman with many wonderful tricks up her sleeve.
Once upon a time, there was a handsome farmer named Dalton who had always prayed for a beautiful woman who would cook for him, raise his children, and , of course, have such a fantastic body that ethey would make love all the time. One day, on his way to his fields, he met a young, good witch who had her foot caught under a large rock. "Help me," the witch cried. "Please, young man, if you free me, you'll find that I'm the answer to all your prayers."