Pencil Me In

A little story for the 2019 Halloween event.

I truly love the Halloween season. It's that time of the year when I can mix my drugs haphazardly, and people willingly accept my strange behavior. Enjoy the season people. Don't let the world pass you by.

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Glenn Frey, Don Henley: "I've been searching for the daughter of the devil himself. I've been searching for an angel in white. I've been waiting for a woman who's a little of both, and I can feel her but she's nowhere in sight."

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Some guys seem to be born with that sparkle in their eye when they're talking with women. The confidence they exude works like an elixir on the ladies. I've admired them from afar. My name is Keegan and I couldn't be more different from those guys if I tried. I can stammer and stutter around the opposite sex like no other.

It wasn't surprising then that I was still a virgin when I took a girl to senior prom. We were both eighteen and rumor had it that Dixie, my date, wasn't a virgin. I sported a boner the whole week leading up to the dance.

Things went great all evening and I learned something I didn't want to learn. With our clothes scattered around us, Dixie grabbed my cock.

"Can you make it any bigger?"

"Make what bigger?"

"Your thingy. When John and Dennis put their thingys in me, they were much bigger than this."

It was all I could do to keep my erection. My introduction to sex was a physical success but a mental catastrophe. I never went out with Dixie again. I don't mean to stereotype, but yes, Dixie was as blond as they get. Who uses thingy as a word?

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Without confidence, it's very difficult to mingle with the ladies. It took the wife of my best friend to find my future bride. She worked with Bridgette and claimed she was more of a recluse than me. We stuttered and stammered our way into a courtship.

I'd watched enough instructional porn, and read the how-to books, to at least have some clue as to what to do in the bedroom. It proved to be enough. Although not a virgin, Bridgette was as clumsy in the bedroom as I was. Fortunately nature has a way of bringing two naked bodies together. It probably was a little laughable, but our first sixty nine attempt was a spectacular success. I thought Bridgette was going to crush my skull, but when she finished me in her mouth, I didn't care. What a feeling. Then, over the next fifteen minutes, I hooked Bridgette on oral sex as she had several orgasms of various magnitudes.

When we were in the bedroom, Bridgette encouraged me to be assertive. When lightly restrained, Bridgette will even have an orgasm with just my cock. Size might matter, but it isn't the only thing. That first cock based orgasm did more for my overall confidence than any counselor ever could have.

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You can only ignore things for so long. I started noticing the classic signs of cheating. Classic, I guess, if you read the same stories I do. There was the too sexy for work clothes. Not over the top, but certainly more revealing than a wife of six years should be wearing. Bridgette changed jobs a year ago. She was now what they called a community personal secretary. She handled the logistics for her group of four managers. She didn't report to any of those men, instead reporting to a vice president.

It was a big step up in her salary. In the first six months she stayed late maybe three times. Lately, it's been once or twice a week. I know, another big red flag. Some days she takes a quick shower before we go out to dinner. Some days I come home to find that she'd just finished taking a shower. Yep, have to wonder don't you?

Our sex life has changed. On the days Bridgette works late, sex with me is off the table. Tough to ignore all of these signs, but somehow I did. It took me a while to connect the dots. That changed a few weeks ago. With the help of the cheapest investigator that I could afford, he confirmed that Bridgette was the company whore for three of her managers.

Divorce was a given. Revenge for her lovers had to be something less than fatal, but permanent. I certainly didn't want to spend time incarcerated. It was bad enough that they'd turned me into a cuck.

Day after day I scanned the internet looking for stories about avengers. It was an article about a man who had amputated his own cock that caught my attention. The thought was foreign to me. What in the world would possess a man to give himself a sex change? The article mentioned black magic. Staying up late, especially on the nights that Bridgette was avoiding me, I visited web page after web page until I tracked down a lead.

There was a lady who lived somewhere near the swamps. She was rumored to be a spinster who more than dabbled in the dark arts. It would be a three hour drive to the city nearest her, so I decided to fake a fishing trip this weekend.

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Out before dawn on Saturday, I embarked on what I hoped would be a productive day.

The locals were very hesitant to talk with me. Whoever this lady is had their full attention. Finally an old guy, rocking in his chair outside of the barber shop, was kind enough to give me a clue.

"Son, you didn't hear it from me. If you're lucky she'll let you live. Just telling you so I won't have blood on my hands. Best bring a one eyed toad or a four leaf clover as a gift. Take Oak Street past where the gas station used to be, then left between the dark trees. Don't pass up a place to park and then walk the last half mile. Good luck. You want an open coffin?"

The lump in my throat made it difficult to swallow, or respond.

"Ummm, got any idea where I could find that toad or clover?"

"Try the spells and potions tourist trap down on Main."

"Thank you sir. I think."

He chuckled to himself. I was hoping the joke was on me. Was my revenge worth losing my life? He had to be kidding. Certainly she wasn't as bad as he portrayed. Was she?

Finding the tourist trap was easy enough. I bought both the one eyed toad and a four leaf clover. Better safe than sorry.

How in the hell do you know where the gas station used to be? I drove slowly down Oak Street, pulling over occasionally to let those behind me pass. I encountered a large slab of concrete with no buildings on it. Down the road I saw two enormous black trees. I took a chance that this was my turn off.

Following the wall lined road until a clearing, I saw where cars had previously parked, so I did the same. My palms were sweaty and my legs were wobbly. Thankfully I didn't encounter any barking dogs as I think I would have shit my pants.

The sign by her fence enclosed front lawn was simple enough 'Darla Retrecir: Shining a Light on the Dark Arts'

The caps on the fence posts were shrunken heads. My breathing was shallow and rapid. What in the hell am I doing here?

An instant before I knocked, the door swung open. My hand recoiled as if a cottonmouth water moccasin had struck at me.

"Keegan, I've been expecting you."

I wanted to cry. How did she know my name? How could she be expecting me? She most likely weighed three hundred pounds, on a five foot frame. Wearing a floor length dress, and sporting about a dozen rings on her fingers, she smiled and invited me in. Her hair was straight and she wore no makeup. She had a few moles on her face and a silver front tooth.

"Ms. Retrecir?"

"Oh so formal Keegan. You can call me Darla. That was nice of you to bring two gifts."

I hadn't pulled them from my coat yet. This was way past weird now. Extracting the purchases from my coat pocket, I presented them to Darla.

"Yes, these are for you."

"Follow me Keegan. I hope you aren't allergic to cats."

"No ma'am."

"Call me ma'am one more time and it will be the last thing you ever say."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm not allergic to cats Darla."

She must have had twenty three legged cats. They were all rubbing up against my legs and most were purring. There was every combination of a leg missing. Did she find them this way? I shuddered thinking that maybe she turned them into three legged creatures. These were my thoughts, but I was taken aback when she said "Don't worry, I found them that way."

Yikes! Is she reading my thoughts? I think you are lovely Darla. Yes, you are lovelier than I imagined. If she was reading minds then maybe I cut myself a little break. Darla motioned me to sit near a big glass ball. It was easily the size of a basketball.

"Now let's see if I have this correct. You have a wife Bridgette. She spreads her charms, and you want to get revenge on her lovers."

"Yes. I don't know who to turn to, and some reporter insinuated that you might be able to help me."

"Ahh yes, Steve Jarrod, rest his soul. It is very difficult to live in anonymity when someone blabbers the things he did. He took the easy way out rather than live with the curse I put on him."

Gulping hard "Can you help me?"

"Yes, I've used this approach a few times. It makes me chuckle just thinking about it. Stand up and give me both of your hands."

After standing, I pushed my open palms towards Darla. She positioned my hands on the big glass ball. When she placed both of her hands on the ball, it started glowing with a soft green light. My hands felt like they were glued in place.

"Don't take your hands off until I tell you."

Darla removed her hands and came up behind me. She unbuckled my jeans and slid the zipper down. Pushing my pants and boxers past my knees, my cock nodded its way to rigid. Without saying a word, she gripped my cock and with thirty seconds of play I shot a stream of cum.

"Very nice. You'll do. Get dressed."

The glass ball went dark and my hands dropped off. I rapidly pulled my pants back into place. Darla motioned me to sit again.

"You WOULD like a drink. Sip this slowly, and listen carefully."

The tall ice tea glass had steam like smoke covering the top and cascading down the sides. I took a sip. It tasted like a white wine.

"Here's what I propose. After your wife lubes herself, either vaginally or anally, any cock that touches the lubricant will suffer a very painful and permanent change. They won't notice anything until they start thinking that their cock is shrinking. It's called pencilitis. It hurts like hell as it shrinks."

"What if they use a condom?"

"It won't matter. If the lubricant touches any part of their body, including hands, they are infected. As soon as they roll the condom off, got em."

"And this doesn't hurt Bridgette at all?"

"Nope. You said you wanted revenge on her lovers."

"That's correct. And the only thing that makes it shrink is them thinking that it is shrinking?"

"Exactly. You can start the process, and once they feel that first sharp jab in their groin, they will continue thinking about it. It's a vicious circle. Every time they feel that pain, they'll think their cock is shrinking, which makes it shrink a little more. Unless completely sedated, which most choose to do, they may be tempted to amputate their own cock. It hurts that much. I know of several men who did just that. Anyways, as their cocks shrivel and condense, the pain increases logarithmically."

"When does it end?"

"When the cock is about the size of a number two pencil. It will decrease in length by about fifty percent too. A ten second piss will take ten minutes, on a good day. There won't be any pleasure receptors left, so sex is a futile exercise. Would you like to see some pictures?"

I was giddy "Yes!"

I've seen shrunken heads, like those that adorned Darla's fence. These looked like shrunken pricks. Their ball sacks were unchanged, but the cocks looked like a leather covered stick. A very small stick, more like a twig, which definitely looked like a miniature penis.

Darla had a twinkle in her eye and her silver tooth sparkled "Does this sound like something you'd be willing to pay for?"

"Definitely. How much? Do you take credit cards?"

"Now, now, now my child. You cannot purchase this with your monetary system. This is purchased with your soul. For every revenge you extract, using my help, you become my sex slave for one night. It appears that you have three men in mind. I would get you once a month until your bill is paid in full. The good news is that you get your soul back when you fulfill your end of the bargain. If you happen to be a no show, then don't be surprised if you run into some friends of mine and they coat your cock with my cream. Still interested?"

"Ummmm, are there limits on how you use your sex slave, and why?"

"I won't hurt you, nor will I share you. You must be here before the sun sets, and you can leave after the sun rises. You CAN leave, but you'll be so exhausted that you'll end of sleeping all day in my bed. As for the why, we'll be spawning my offspring."

"I'm a normal guy, how can I possibly be of use to you for that long?"

"You doubt my powers? I have ways to make your cock my tool of pleasure. I do have to warn you that one man had a fatal heart attack on his tenth or eleventh orgasm. You look like you are in good physical shape though, so I think you have nothing to worry about."

"How do I convince Bridgette to use your cream?"

"Replace her lubricant with my cream."

"She uses a lubricant? She never does with me."

She knew more about Bridgette than I did.

"Check her purse when she is showering. It shouldn't take you long to make the switch. Find the lubricant, empty it in a place that won't draw suspicion, like the toilet, and then flush it. Use this syringe to move the gel from this jar to her lubricant tube. Wear these RUBBER gloves as the gel cannot touch your skin."

"Is there a contract or something I need to sign?"

"No. If you are ready then we will hug each other, which is how you signal that you want me to help you. Once in my arms, there's no turning back."

After hesitating a few seconds, I opened my arms wide. Darla smiled, then slipped her dress off. Her boobs were staring directly at my eyes. She wiggled out of her panties and then she stood before me naked. Hers was the hairiest pussy I'd ever seen up close.

Although I was still completely dressed, her body was much warmer than I expected. The feeling of her nipples, which were like screwdrivers poking me, was very erotic. My cock was growing hard, and hurting as it strained to escape. With Darla's head buried into my chest, and her arms wrapped around my back, my cock started tingling. The feeling of her embrace fueled my cock. She was motionless, but the tingling in my cock forewarned of an orgasm.

"Let it happen" Darla whispered.

I bucked about a dozen times as my cock soaked my jeans. It was easily the best orgasm I'd ever experienced. Darla hugged me even harder and then she shook violently.

Watching her wiggle back into her clothes put a smile on my face. Darla picked up the small jar, gloves, and syringe "We have a deal. Here's the ointment. Remember, rubber gloves."

With a peck on the cheek she sent me on my way. The front of my jeans was soaked. Before heading home, I stopped by the thrift store and picked up a used pair of jeans and boxers. The clerk stared at my crotch. It looked like I had pissed myself. After changing clothes in the restroom, I discarded my cum soaked attire.

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There was a spring in my step when I arrived home. I had a glimmer of hope. Bridgette was preoccupied with whatever she was researching. I could hardly wait for her to leave her purse unattended.

We had sex Saturday night. I wouldn't go down on her and finished as quickly as I could. That part was easy as I replayed the orgasm Darla had given me.

On Sunday morning, while Bridgette was showering, I found her squeeze bottle of lubricant in her purse, exactly as Darla had predicted. After putting the rubber gloves on, I emptied Bridgette's container, then refilled it using the syringe to transfer Darla's concoction. Bridgette's purse was restored to its previous condition.

I was oh so careful removing and discarding the rubber gloves. Now the wait begins. How often does she whore herself? The office Halloween party and awards banquet is this upcoming Thursday. I wasn't going to have Bridgette served with divorce papers until her supply of cocks had been infected.

On Monday night Bridgette was home on time and frisky. I fucked her doggy style, and the memory of Darla finished me off quickly. Bridgette wasn't thrilled about that. She spent a long time in the bathroom. Masturbating would be my guess.

On Tuesday, Bridgette was an hour late getting home. She snuck off to take a shower before joining me for dinner. I checked her purse and the squeeze bottle of lubricant was almost empty. My smile couldn't have been any bigger. I was upbeat, for the first time in ages. The end is near. I made no attempt to have sex with Bridgette and slept on the couch. The last thing I needed was for Bridgette to grow a conscience and jump my bones when she's lubed up.

On Thursday we went to the Halloween party. I wore a Merlin the Magician outfit, and Bridgette went as some zombie sex symbol. I have to admit she is one sexy lady. She did draw the attention of the parking attendant.

All four of the managers were here with their wives. One by one they joined us at our assigned table. This was not only an awards banquet, it was the Halloween party and the atmosphere was lively. Dinner hadn't been served yet. With all ten of us struggling for something to talk about, the ladies took the opportunity to mingle. Bridgette and one of the wives headed to the restroom. Steve, the noble manager, also got up to mingle.

Paul, one of the cursed managers leaned over and spoke to me.

"That's one fine woman you're married to Keegan."

"I think so."

"She really bends over backwards to get her work done."

The bastard had the look of someone who thought he was so clever. Scott and Rob smirked at his comment.

"I agree" Scott added "in fact she really puts her ass into getting things done."

Now all three were basking in their cleverness. I smiled and nodded as if they had paid me a compliment.

Rob couldn't help himself "You just couldn't ask for anyone better. She's able to lick anything we give her."

It was difficult for all three of them to contain their smiles. My face never faltered. As salad plates were being rolled out from the kitchen, the ladies returned to their seats.

Once everyone was seated, Paul turned to me "Say Keegan, do you know anything about little sausages?" He paused then "You know, the appetizers?"

Scott, Rob, and even Bridgette thought that was pretty funny.

"Can't say that I do Paul. I bet you'd really like a little sausage in about a week" drew a confused look.

Before the conversation could degrade any further, the staff began shoving dinner plates in front of us. There was just general conversation throughout dinner.

Scott baited me "So Merlin, have you put any spells on anybody recently?"

"Funny you should ask that Scott. As it turns out, I did put a spell on Bridgette last weekend. I don't know if any of you believe in the Dark Arts, or black magic as some like to call it. Last week I met a lady who taught me how to cast a spell. This is so cute it's almost absurd. Anyways, while Bridgette was sleeping, I put this spell on her which will cause her pussy lips to stick together permanently, if a cock other than mine penetrates her."

Bridgette gasped then tried to act normal. Her eyes had fear in them.

I continued "If Bridgette strays, the trigger is if someone's saliva touches her cunt, then her pussy lips will permanently stick together."

The guys were looking nervously around, trying to act normal. It wasn't working.