Witch of Desire
Thursday, January 16th -- Rogers College, South Hill, Washington
The door to the janitor's closet banged open. Kyle froze, his dick out. His girlfriend stood in the doorway and sudden guilt twisted his stomach.
"Christy, I can explain!"
Can I though?
His girlfriend had a shocked look on her pretty face, and her pouty lips creased tight. Kyle sat upon the step ladder, his cock engulfed in Chyna's pillowy tits as his latest load of cum oozed out of the dusky-skinned girl's cunt. Chyna never stopped sliding her tits up and down on his cock, brightly smiling up at his girlfriend like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Christy closed the door, peering at him intently, thumbing her amber pendant.
Did the amber just glow? No, it must have been the light glinting off it.
"Hecate, reveal the truth," Christy whispered. More light glinted off her amulet. Recently, his girlfriend had gotten into some New Age stuff, praying to Hecate, a Greek goddess. It was weird, but he didn't feel like offending her at the best of times, let alone when she just caught some slut's tits wrapped around his cock.
"I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened--"
"It's okay," Christy sighed then leaned over and kissed him on the lips. They were warm and wet and left him stunned when she pulled away.
"It is?" he gaped.
Is Christy this open-minded? Would she be willing to share me with my Genie?
Christy took a deep breath. "It's not your fault. You can't help yourself. I understand."
She's taking this a lot better than I thought she would.
"So you fucked her after math earlier today?" Christy asked, eyes flicking down to gaze at his cock nestled between Chyna's dusky tits. Color blossomed in her pale cheek.
"Yeah," he answered. "She just came up and told me she needed to be fucked and I..."
She nodded in understanding. "You were just helpless."
"Yeah."
Was this more of Aaliyah's work? Did she do something to Christy to make her accepting of all of this?
Christy reached out and pulled a hair from his head. "There was something in your hair. And yours too, Chyna."
She plucked a dark brown strand from the busty girl. Kyle didn't notice anything, but he was distracted by his slave's wonderful breasts wrapped about his dick sliding up and down, sending shudders through him while Chyna smiled up at him.
"Um, thanks," Kyle blinked, confused by the entire situation.
"Well, I have to take care of some things," Christy answered. "I love you."
"Love you, too."
"Have fun," she smiled then slipped out.
Shaking his head, he shut his eyes and smiled. Chyna never stopped sliding those wonderful tits up and down his cock, and he savored being wrapped by their silky softness. Maybe it is okay what Aaliyah's doing. He'd have to have her fix Chyna, but Christy and Aaliyah together would be amazing.
He closed his eyes, picturing dusky Aaliyah kissing pale Christy, their bodies writhing together, then looking at him with beckoning smiles. They'd take turns licking his cock, their lips kissing around his shaft, meeting, tongues touching.
I could love them both...
"Do you like my tits, Master?" asked Chyna
"Fuck, yeah," he moaned, staring down at her. Her tits bulged in her hands as she pressed them together, his cock emerging from between them, poking up out of her flesh before she slid her breasts back off.
"Do you want to cum on them?" she purred. "Imagine my tits stained with ropes of your cum, leaking down my curves. My tits are so big, I could probably lick some of the cum off them."
"Shit," he grunted, his balls going into overdrive. He erupted.
Cum shot into the air, falling upon her dusky breasts in lines of white, running down her curves. Another shot fired up, squirting up her chest to her neck, then running down to join the mess on the rest of her tits.
"Ohh, yum," giggled Chyna, holding up her right boob and licking a line of cum that had ran down onto her nipple, sucking her nub into her lips for a moment, then let go of her tit and used her fingers to scoop up the rest of his gobs of cum, popping them into her hungry lips.
"You are such a slut," Kyle sighed and she just giggled again.
"My fertile pussy is still sopping wet," she purred. "And you still seem hard."
Right, the wish I made with Aaliyah for stamina. Well, Christy didn't seem to mind.
He smiled, "Why don't you come sit on my cock." Besides, he had just wasted a load of his semen on her chest, and all of his seed needed to pump into her fertile cunt.
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Christy's pussy was on fire as she briskly walked from the janitor's closet.
Why did I find it so hot watching my boyfriend fool around with another girl?
She squeezed her thighs together, remembering those wonderful tits wrapped around her boyfriend's hard cock.
The damn coven has turned me on to women, and sharing one with Kyle would be...perfect.
Tomorrow night's date couldn't come soon enough for the horny coed.
She gripped the hairs in her hand, striding towards one of the chemistry labs. Mr. Iñiguez, the organic chemistry professor, had office hours right now, and she needed a place to figure out what was going on with her boyfriend. Someone had cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna. Neither could control what was happening to them in there.
It had to be someone in the Coven.
Anger burned in her. The Coven was supposed to be her Sisters.
That's one of the reasons why I joined
. But she hadn't joined to be forced into being Ms. Franklin's little, lesbian sex toy, or to have them fuck with her relationship with Kyle. Power and Sisterhood is what she had been promised, power to protect her loved ones--to heal her mother.
The chemistry classroom was locked, but a quick prayer to Hecate, Goddess of Magic, solved that problem, and she slipped in. She gathered her supplies: a beaker full of distilled water to act as the base, a pinch of sulfur, a drop of nitric acid, and a few flakes of rust. She mixed it all together and placed the beaker on a Bunsen burner, bringing it to a boil.
She shoved her hands in her panties for the last ingredient, pinching her clit; a delicious shudder passed through her. She leaned against the counter, digging her fingers deep inside her juicy pussy. She pictured Kyle fucking Chyna doggy style, her big, dusky tips flopping as he banged the slut hard.
"Let me eat you!" the slut would moan. I'd grab her pigtails and pull her mouth deep into my pussy. She'd stick her tongue up my snatch, eating me out while I stared into Kyle's dark, almond-shaped eyes. We'd share the little whore together.
Her fingers pumped faster while her other hand massaged her small breast through her bra and panties.
After we both had cum, then Kyle would stick his big dick in me. He'd fuck me so hard and I would kiss him and stare into his eyes as we shared our love. My breasts would rub against his muscular chest and we'd cum together!
She shuddered, climaxing on her two fingers and moaning loudly, "Oh Kyle! I love you! Fuck me!" Her orgasm trembled through her, and she panted, pulling out her sticky fingers, then let a single drop of her passion fall into the boiling solution.
It flashed amber.
Let's see what we're dealing with here.
She dropped the two hairs into the solution. It turned first pearl-white, Chyna's color, and then went crystal clear.
Kyle has a diamond aura?
The strongest aura she had ever seen was Ms. Franklin's celestite aura, almost crystal clear. Christy herself only had an amber aura, a middling strength, and she was the fourth most powerful in the coven after Lorrie's opal aura, Sable's tourmaline, and Ms. Franklin's celestite.
"Goddess Hecate, reveal to me what curse lies upon these two souls!"
