A Little Spell 7

[Salamando]

Several hours had gone by, and now, Angie was sleeping like a baby on the floor, Sandra holding her and stroking her hair. She looked over to Scott, who could only look back with half-focused eyes; he still hadn’t passed out, but he was now all but shell shocked. He’d given up completely on trying to break free of the magic bondage. His cock no longer hurt, but it was still fully hard and throbbing.

Sandra smiled and slid out of Angie’s grasp, grabbing a pillow to set under her head. She stood and stepped up to Scott, then boldly, she straddled and mounted him. His cock slid into her smoothly, and she squeezed her pussy muscles around him. Scott jerked to full consciousness with a shuddering cry. Sandra cupped the back of his head and pressed his face to her bare chest as she stroked his hair. He began to sob against her, making muffled, bare intelligible pleas, even as his hips bucked against her with what little slack they were afforded.

Sandra gave out a pleased sigh. Even just a month ago, the amount of orgasms she’d just had would have left her body sore for days, her pussy rubbed raw. But the healing powers of the magic kept her fresh as a daisy.

“You poor, poor thing,” said Sandra. “Well, all you men, really. Already slaves to your cocks, you don’t stand a chance in hell against the Magic. We own you, we control you, utterly and completely now. Do you understand? We women are all powerful, and you men, no, you boys, cannot resist us. You’re our playthings now, our pets, at best.”

“N-n-no,” whispered Scott, the tears flowing faster. “Not… not true… can’t be… true.”

“Shhh,” Sandra pet him soothingly. “It’s okay. Cry it out. Take as long as you need.” Her hips began to motion on his cock and he shook in both pleasure and sobs. As she rode him, slowly fucking all resistance out of him, she held him to her breast like a mother soothing her baby. She let the energy flow over him, bathing his body in gentle warmth, her psychic fingers slipping into the folds of his mind.

It took a few minutes for his sobs to stop, as he let himself drift in the loving energy Sandra provided for him. He felt his heart flutter as he looked up into her smiling face. Then it hit him.

“No! I won’t… betray my wife…!” He tried to steel himself against her, but it was no use. Her psychic tendrils seized the very root of his mind.

“I’ve no intention of stealing you from her,” said Sandra. “I would never hurt her like that. Just know that you are now mine, as surely as you are hers.” She grinned. “And as surely as she is also now mine.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Sandra giggled. “Naïve, trusting girl, such a virgin in some ways. I love her, Scott. I’ve wanted her for some time, but until now, the opportunity never arose to entice her. If it means having to play with you, just to have my chance with her, then so be it. I mean, you’re not my type, but you’re not a bad specimen, I must say.

“Either way, my dear little cock toy, your wife opened herself to me. And while she could barely think straight from the pleasure, I was able to hang on just enough to set my influence.”

Scott’s eyes went wide. “Wh-what did you do to her?!”

“Not too much,” said Sandra. “I just made sure her attraction to me stick. I also made sure she will open herself to me on command. But don’t worry, Scott, I won’t take her from you, either. I’m not that cruel.”

“She’ll know,” said Scott. “She’ll see my mind and know—” He let out a gasp as Sandra moved her hips faster on him.

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of it,” said Sandra, her breath getting heavy. “I can erase the knowledge from your mind, easily. I’m just telling you now, so I can enjoy the… the look on your f-face as I… as I… oh! AS I CUM!” She let out a cry and clutched him tightly, biting his shoulder in her passion. Her pussy clenched around his horribly teased cock, causing pleasure to spike through his loins once more. He bucked instinctively into her, but of course, it was no use.

Angie stirred from the noise, awakening with a soft moan. Sandra slid off of Scott, and mentally adjusted his thoughts, taking away the knowledge of what she’d just told him. She leaned close as she sat down on the couch next to him, and settled a fingertip on his length. As he squirmed and jerked and gasped, she whispered into his ear, “Some part of you will be somehow aware of this still, just enough to know something is up, but like a name on the tip of your tongue, you’ll drive yourself crazy trying to figure it out.”

“Whew,” said Angie as she sat up and stretched. “That was… wow…” she looked at Sandra in wonder, blushing. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched her nude friend, almost ignoring for a moment that said friend was touching her husband. Sandra smiled at her lovingly.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” said Sandra. She motioned to the other side of Scott, and Angie sat down, putting an arm around Scott. She reached over and settled a finger on Scott’s tip, tracing the ridge of the head gently as Sandra traced the shaft.

“Hey now,” said Angie. “Did I say you could touch my husband?”

“Sorry, Angie,” said Sandra. “But he was fantasizing about me again, and I thought I’d teach him a lesson for being a cheater.”

“I see. Well, I can clearly see in his thoughts he was thinking about you fucking him. Now where could he have come up with that idea?”

“I haven’t the foggiest. Boys can be so imaginative. If only they’d apply that imagination to pleasing us women better.”

“I know, right? Such greedy little things, men and their cocks. It’s all ‘touch me, touch me, make cum now!’ It’s exhausting, I tell you.”

Scott moaned pitifully beneath them, and the two women laughed and winked at one another. “So, did you enjoy what we did?” Sandra asked. Angie blushed and nodded. Sandra smiled. “Would you like to do it again?”

“Right now, you mean?”

“Oh, no, I mean in the future,” said Sandra. “I would love to experience that with you again.”

Angie’s face lit up, and she smiled brightly. Scott couldn’t recall the last time she looked so happy. “Yes,” said Angie. “I would like that very much.” She leaned forward, and Sandra met her in a deep kiss. For a moment, Scott’s cock was ignored.

“Well, I’m thinking it’s getting close to dinner time,” said Sandra. “You want to grab something, and bring it back?” She pat Scott on the penis head. “Although we should probably let Scott simmer here for a bit.

“Works for me,” said Angie. The two women got up and dressed.

“W-w-wait,” gasped Scott. “You said you’d let me cum… before you let the house…” He gazed pleadingly at Sandra. “You p-promised!”

“True,” said Sandra. “Still, I’m coming back soon, so I don’t think I’ll count this time. I meant more like when the session was over. But we’re not done with you yet.”

“You… but… you can’t…” he looked helplessly at the two women, who gazed back with stern looks. “PLEASE!”

“Now, now, honey,” said Angie. She wriggled her fingers at Scott, and he suddenly bucked and cried out as he felt numerous phantom feathers flick across his genitals, from balls to head. “There will be no fussing from you, got that?”

Scott moaned. Angie flicked a finger at him, and the sensations tripled. “Got that?” Scott moaned a consent, nodding. The two women smiled, leaned down and kissed him on either cheek, then went out the door, leaving Scott to writhe and cry until they came back.

[smother sitter]

What an insterest turn of events