I was the project manager at a construction site outside of Paris. We were building a twenty-story hotel. The site was adjacent to a three-hundred-year-old cemetery and a Gothic church ruin. It was close to midnight, and I had decided to sleep in the office trailer for the night. It was the second-to-last day in October.

My name is Mac, and I am a thirty-two-year-old American. I am 6'4" tall with a fit, muscular build. I have long red hair and a long beard, so I look like a Viking. I haven't seen my beautiful wife, Kat, in two months. She is staying with her parents in Salem, Massachusetts, as she always does this time of year.

Her family is Wiccan. They practice natural healing and potion mixology. My wife has large, round 38D breasts and a fine ass. Her long, straight hair is jet black. Her waist is thin and tight. I don't know how she stays so fit, as she never works out. She eats exotic foods and drinks these weird concoctions that she makes herself.

The fog rolled in early this night as I strolled through the cemetery drinking a cold beer. I missed my wife, so checking out these old tombstones kept me busy. I tripped and fell and hit my head pretty hard on a tree root. My beer spilled onto the ground, and I felt blood pouring from a gash in my head. I felt lightheaded and feared that I would pass out there with no one finding me. It was supposed to get below freezing tonight.

Through the fog, I saw this crumpled, old, grey-haired hag walking towards me. She was using an old, craggy stick as a cane. Her hair was thin and long, and she had warts on her wrinkly face. Her dress looked like torn rags.

She hobbled to me and tore off a strip of her dress and wrapped it around the wound on my head. "You stupid man. You shouldn't be out walking on these hallowed grounds at night. Especially this night," she cackled. I looked in her eyes, and she had the most beautiful emerald green eyes. They looked young and familiar.

She tried to help me stand, but I fell back and passed out. I woke up in my bed in the trailer. I was lying naked on my back. The hag was cooking something on the stove. It smelled rancid. She brought a cup of the brew over to me. "Drink this up as quickly as possible," she demanded.

I took the warm cup, and the smell almost made me gag. I drank it anyway as told. I downed the nasty concoction in two big gulps. I felt lightheaded, and my cock hardened. The hag laughed. "That's how I know it's working."

My cock was super stiff at a thick eight inches. I turned my head towards the hag, and she had taken all of her clothes off. Her wrinkly old tits hung down to her belly. She was skinny and wrinkly. Her ass was flat, and her bush was long, grey, and nappy. She walked towards me, smiling with her cotton teeth showing. When she got close, she bent down and put her mouth on mine. She smelled of lavender perfume.

Her lips felt soft and warm. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and it felt sensual. I darted my tongue into her mouth, and we passionately kissed. She straddled my waist, and her long, stretched-out tits hit my face. When I grabbed them and sucked on her nipples, they felt firm and round.

The hag lowered herself onto my cock. Her pussy was wet and warm. She kicked her head back as she sank down on my thick shaft. I continued sucking her tits as I grabbed her ass with my hands. Her ass felt firm and plump. Her pussy was tight, sliding down my cock. God, she felt good. She felt familiar.

My cock fully impaled her cunt. She moved up and down my stiff cock. She rode me like a whore, and she felt so damn good. She startled me when, in a soft velvety voice, she moaned, "Fuck me, Mac! Fuck me like a whore. Your cock feels so good. I have missed it so much."

She pounded down on me hard, and I thrust up to match her vigor. Slapping noises rang through the trailer as our skin collided together. "I'm cumming, Mac, I'm cumming.” She sat straight up, and a familiar scream came from her mouth. She flooded me with her juices as her body shuddered.

I rolled her over and put her skinny legs over my shoulders. I pounded her pussy with all the strength I had. Her old face thrashed side to side as I violently thrust into her. She was having multiple orgasms, one after another. My balls tightened and my cock thickened. I was about to explode into this old hag. I slammed deep into her and held my cock in place. My cum shot into her like a fire hose. Rope after rope of my hot seed filled her pussy. The hag closed her eyes as she came down from her climax and relished my cum spreading inside her.

She pushed me off of her and she dashed out the door. It was twelve fifty-five in the morning. The witching hour was almost over. I glanced out the window and saw my gorgeous wife riding a broom high in the air. She wore a tight rubber outfit that showed her bare ass. She wore orange and black knee socks with high-heeled shoes. On her head was a witch’s hat. She turned and looked down at me. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled and blew me a kiss as she flew away.

I was still in France three months later when Kat called me, all excited. She was pregnant, and we were having a girl. Even though I hadn't been home in six months, I knew it was mine. I knew the exact time of her conception. I am bringing another witch into this crazy world.