A Little Spell 6
Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:44 am
“Well, let’s see,” said Angie, tapping her chin, as she watched her husband writhe in sensual torment. “I think I’ve got the illusions figured out pretty well, and I can tinker with his body to keep him from cumming and jerking off and all that. And I can bind him, of course.”
“You seem pretty accomplished already,” said Sandra. “Especially for so short a time!”
“What can I say?” laughed Angie. She reached over and lightly flicked the tip of Scott’s jerking cock. “I’m a natural cock controller.”
Sandra laughed. “Honestly, looking through your hubby’s thoughts, you’ve already got a lot figured out. I’m not sure how much I can teach you.”
“That’s okay, I really just wanted to fuck with him some more,” said Angie, winking. “Look at him. He’s so ashamed.”
“As he should be, bucking and whimpering like a virgin in heat like that,” said Sandra.
Between them, Scott could not even follow their conversation, so overwhelmed with pleasure as he was. He thrashed and writhed and moaned and whined, pinned down and hyper-stimulated by their wicked magic. His body tried to cum, needed so badly to release, but it could not, the magic likewise overriding his needs. There was no escaping this, no escaping at all. He could only let the sensations take him, and pray it sent him into unconsciousness. So he let go, and let the tidal wave wash over him, and his vision darkened.
“Ah, ah, ah!” said Sandra. She reached over and touched his forehead, then raised her hand. “No blacking out for you!”
Angie carefully watched the play of energy as Sandra cupped Scott’s consciousness and held it aloft, creating a mystical prop to prevent him from blacking out. “Oh, that’s evil!” she laughed.
“Figured that out eventually after a couple guys I was with kept passing out when I played with them. I mean, so rude, right? I’d only been teasing them for a couple hours!”
Angie shook her head and tsked. “Men, right? Just can’t take their time with anything.”
Scott was whimpering quite pathetically now, half-formed words carried along his gasps, pleading for mercy. Angie smiled, leaned down, and kissed the tip of his cock. The sensations finally began to fade, albeit slowly. Eventually, Scott stopped twitching, and his breathing started to ease.
Too exhausted to squirm, he whispered in a hoarse voice. “Stop… please… I’m begging you… please stop… just stop…”
Angie frowned. She leaned over to her husband and kissed him deeply. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
“Angie, it’s enough, please…” He looked at her with a pleading, terrified gaze.
Angie sighed, and looked to Sandra. “I think we’ve really scared him.”
“That’s normal,” she said. “Guy’s don’t know how to handle it at first. I suppose we chucked him a little close to the deep end, though.” She leaned over, looking Scott in the eyes. “You just relax, Scott. Everything will be okay. We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Can you let me go? Please?”
Sandra cut Angie off, “I’m afraid not. Not until you learn to embrace this power as we have.”
“Maybe we should let him go for a bit,” said Angie.
Sandra tapped her chin. “Now, now, don’t spoil him. If we let him run away, he won’t come back.” She stroked Scott’s cheek, smiling. “You have to learn to trust us, Scott. If you trust us and let yourself open fully to us, we’ll make you experience things you can’t even imagine.”
“But… but I don’t…” Scott began, then he gasped as he felt a hot, wet pressure squeeze around his cock until his eyes bulged, before releasing him. Then it squeezed again. “Please… I just want to cum…”
“You will Scott, I promise,” said Sandra. “You will cum before I leave this house. But you must trust us.”
Scott shuddered as the rhythmic squeezing pressed him, wicking away his resistance. “Oh, god, yes… yes, please, anything…”
Angie smiled. “Anything at all?”
“Anything, baby, you can do anything!” His cock jumped as arousal flared higher within him, all by itself. She could see that he realized how helpless he truly was. She could see how much he was turned on, just by that fact alone. And she could see his secret shame at this realization, plain as day to both her and Sandra. A heat ignited in her core, and she let out a lustful breath.
She turned to Sandra, who smiled back. They held the gaze for a few moments, as Angie felt herself becoming more and more aroused, feeling her husband’s own arousal build. Suddenly, she reached forward, and Sandra did the same, and the two women kissed fiercely. They clutched at one another as they did so, pulling off one another’s shirts until their breasts spilled free, and they clutched even harder at their bare flesh.
“Open to me,” gasped Sandra between kisses. “Open yourself to me.”
“I don’t know how,” said Angie, breathlessly.
“Just wish it. Just wish for my touch.” Angie paused only a moment, and then Sandra boldly reached down, slipping her fingers into Angie’s pants. A moment later, Angie stiffened, and her body arced, head snapping back, as her mouth formed an O in a silent scream.
Angie wished for Sandra to touch her, and so the woman did. Angie felt Sandra’s magic reach into her body and light up her every nerve. Angie shuddered and let out a series of high pitched moans. Desperate to grab something before she lost herself in the wave, she clutched at Sandra’s arm, and at the same time, reached out with her power.
Sandra had also dropped her defenses, and Angie’s mystic tendrils reached deep into Sandra’s own systems, threading into her nerves and thoughts. The two women became a circuit of sexual energy, stimulating and feeding off one another, radiating sexual magic like a furnace. The two began to float in the air, where they all but ripped each others’ pants and underwear off, then came together, naked bodies entwined in a sensual knot. As they moved together, they each poured raw pleasure and arousal in one another, flooding each other’s minds with lust and striking every pleasure center with intense stimulation. Soon, they could do nothing but hold one another and scream as they convulsed violently in constant orgasm.
Beneath them, Scott was gasping, moaning, and writhing. The raw sexual energy radiating from the two women, soaking him in superhuman levels of passion as they fucked above him in ways no man could ever comprehend. The energy drove deep into his very core, and he shook as violently as they did. Arousal coursed through him so intensely, his cock was so hard it hurt, his balls swollen to maximum capacity. He could do nothing but helplessly thrash and beg and plead until he was breathless, unable to pass out, unable to cum, unable to escape the immense sexual pressure emanating from the two women as they drove themselves to elemental ecstasy.
The pressure, the need, the soul-burning ache was worse than anything they had done to him so far. And were he of sound mind to consider it, the scariest thing, he might realize, was that what he was feeling was just an unintended side-effect of their love making, the power of Sex Magic, undirected, and unchained.
“You seem pretty accomplished already,” said Sandra. “Especially for so short a time!”
“What can I say?” laughed Angie. She reached over and lightly flicked the tip of Scott’s jerking cock. “I’m a natural cock controller.”
Sandra laughed. “Honestly, looking through your hubby’s thoughts, you’ve already got a lot figured out. I’m not sure how much I can teach you.”
“That’s okay, I really just wanted to fuck with him some more,” said Angie, winking. “Look at him. He’s so ashamed.”
“As he should be, bucking and whimpering like a virgin in heat like that,” said Sandra.
Between them, Scott could not even follow their conversation, so overwhelmed with pleasure as he was. He thrashed and writhed and moaned and whined, pinned down and hyper-stimulated by their wicked magic. His body tried to cum, needed so badly to release, but it could not, the magic likewise overriding his needs. There was no escaping this, no escaping at all. He could only let the sensations take him, and pray it sent him into unconsciousness. So he let go, and let the tidal wave wash over him, and his vision darkened.
“Ah, ah, ah!” said Sandra. She reached over and touched his forehead, then raised her hand. “No blacking out for you!”
Angie carefully watched the play of energy as Sandra cupped Scott’s consciousness and held it aloft, creating a mystical prop to prevent him from blacking out. “Oh, that’s evil!” she laughed.
“Figured that out eventually after a couple guys I was with kept passing out when I played with them. I mean, so rude, right? I’d only been teasing them for a couple hours!”
Angie shook her head and tsked. “Men, right? Just can’t take their time with anything.”
Scott was whimpering quite pathetically now, half-formed words carried along his gasps, pleading for mercy. Angie smiled, leaned down, and kissed the tip of his cock. The sensations finally began to fade, albeit slowly. Eventually, Scott stopped twitching, and his breathing started to ease.
Too exhausted to squirm, he whispered in a hoarse voice. “Stop… please… I’m begging you… please stop… just stop…”
Angie frowned. She leaned over to her husband and kissed him deeply. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
“Angie, it’s enough, please…” He looked at her with a pleading, terrified gaze.
Angie sighed, and looked to Sandra. “I think we’ve really scared him.”
“That’s normal,” she said. “Guy’s don’t know how to handle it at first. I suppose we chucked him a little close to the deep end, though.” She leaned over, looking Scott in the eyes. “You just relax, Scott. Everything will be okay. We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Can you let me go? Please?”
Sandra cut Angie off, “I’m afraid not. Not until you learn to embrace this power as we have.”
“Maybe we should let him go for a bit,” said Angie.
Sandra tapped her chin. “Now, now, don’t spoil him. If we let him run away, he won’t come back.” She stroked Scott’s cheek, smiling. “You have to learn to trust us, Scott. If you trust us and let yourself open fully to us, we’ll make you experience things you can’t even imagine.”
“But… but I don’t…” Scott began, then he gasped as he felt a hot, wet pressure squeeze around his cock until his eyes bulged, before releasing him. Then it squeezed again. “Please… I just want to cum…”
“You will Scott, I promise,” said Sandra. “You will cum before I leave this house. But you must trust us.”
Scott shuddered as the rhythmic squeezing pressed him, wicking away his resistance. “Oh, god, yes… yes, please, anything…”
Angie smiled. “Anything at all?”
“Anything, baby, you can do anything!” His cock jumped as arousal flared higher within him, all by itself. She could see that he realized how helpless he truly was. She could see how much he was turned on, just by that fact alone. And she could see his secret shame at this realization, plain as day to both her and Sandra. A heat ignited in her core, and she let out a lustful breath.
She turned to Sandra, who smiled back. They held the gaze for a few moments, as Angie felt herself becoming more and more aroused, feeling her husband’s own arousal build. Suddenly, she reached forward, and Sandra did the same, and the two women kissed fiercely. They clutched at one another as they did so, pulling off one another’s shirts until their breasts spilled free, and they clutched even harder at their bare flesh.
“Open to me,” gasped Sandra between kisses. “Open yourself to me.”
“I don’t know how,” said Angie, breathlessly.
“Just wish it. Just wish for my touch.” Angie paused only a moment, and then Sandra boldly reached down, slipping her fingers into Angie’s pants. A moment later, Angie stiffened, and her body arced, head snapping back, as her mouth formed an O in a silent scream.
Angie wished for Sandra to touch her, and so the woman did. Angie felt Sandra’s magic reach into her body and light up her every nerve. Angie shuddered and let out a series of high pitched moans. Desperate to grab something before she lost herself in the wave, she clutched at Sandra’s arm, and at the same time, reached out with her power.
Sandra had also dropped her defenses, and Angie’s mystic tendrils reached deep into Sandra’s own systems, threading into her nerves and thoughts. The two women became a circuit of sexual energy, stimulating and feeding off one another, radiating sexual magic like a furnace. The two began to float in the air, where they all but ripped each others’ pants and underwear off, then came together, naked bodies entwined in a sensual knot. As they moved together, they each poured raw pleasure and arousal in one another, flooding each other’s minds with lust and striking every pleasure center with intense stimulation. Soon, they could do nothing but hold one another and scream as they convulsed violently in constant orgasm.
Beneath them, Scott was gasping, moaning, and writhing. The raw sexual energy radiating from the two women, soaking him in superhuman levels of passion as they fucked above him in ways no man could ever comprehend. The energy drove deep into his very core, and he shook as violently as they did. Arousal coursed through him so intensely, his cock was so hard it hurt, his balls swollen to maximum capacity. He could do nothing but helplessly thrash and beg and plead until he was breathless, unable to pass out, unable to cum, unable to escape the immense sexual pressure emanating from the two women as they drove themselves to elemental ecstasy.
The pressure, the need, the soul-burning ache was worse than anything they had done to him so far. And were he of sound mind to consider it, the scariest thing, he might realize, was that what he was feeling was just an unintended side-effect of their love making, the power of Sex Magic, undirected, and unchained.
