"Melvin, women are going to be eating out of your hands. You could have the smallest dick in the world and they will beg you to stick it in them and then scream when you make them cum," her voice rose up from below him, soothing him, her hands rubbing his thighs. Melvin sighed. A man like him... worshipped by women? It seemed impossible. After all the pain he'd gone through, the miseries heaped upon him, didn't he deserve a little bit in life? Of everyone he knew, didn't HE deserve to have some happiness?
As if in answer, the witch took him in her mouth, her black hair bobbing, her lips slipping around his erection and down to the root. Melvin gasped and his eyes popped open. Her hand began to glide up and down his pole, guiding him in and out of her mouth with expert strokes. Melvin sucked in air through his gnashed teeth, feeling pleasure shoot through him in waves that he'd never before experienced.
He wrapped his hands around her head, his fingers sliding into her soft hair as she made love to him with her mouth. Melvin began to see stars, fireworks invisible to anyone but him. His head felt light. He felt as if he was floating off the floor, through the ceiling, through the night air into a flurry of stars. Was this the witch's doing? Had she hypnotized him? Or was it simply a level of pleasure he'd never experienced before propelling him to new heights?
She began to speed up, and Melvin felt himself lose complete control. His euphoria swam around him in a colorful haze, and then he was falling, the Earth rising up to meet him, the ground once again under his feet, and his cock spurting strands of white gooey cum into the witch's open mouth.