Chapter 1
"Roberts, I don't really care how you do it, but I want those damn witches out of my school!" Mr. Grady, our high school principal was giving me my marching orders for the summer school session.
The witches he was referring to were three seniors who'd managed to not graduate with their class due to failing their required American History course not once, but twice.
I teach a summer makeup course for students who failed to get through American History for one reason or another, thus allowing them to get their high school diploma. We were in Mr. Grady's office and were reviewing the ten students I would be working with this summer. Three of the students in particular had been Mr. Grady's personal cross to bear for the past four years.
Call them witches, call them goths, call them pagans. You know the type: students dressed in black, favoring pale skin and black makeup. Some proclaim themselves witches, some proclaim themselves vampires, and some are just trying out new personas that will be abandoned in time for some other identity, and some are serious in their beliefs.
In small, rural school systems like ours, students like this tended to stick out, and many teachers and administrators reacted negatively to them. My perspective was that as long as you showed up to class on time, turned in assignments on time and did your level best on tests... I wouldn't have cared if you showed up dressed like a fish and wearing a pink tutu.
"So, Boss. Are you saying pass them, and get them out of here?" I asked.
Grady shook his head. "No, no, don't overlook them. Just... you're a good teacher, Roberts. Summer classes are smaller. You can give them the attention they need to learn and pass the final exam!"
I had to smile. I have a reputation for being an excellent teacher. I have found that most counter-culture kids are smarter than average, and if these students made a real effort, they would do fine.
Two days later, summer school began.
Four weeks of class from eight to noon, five days a week. I had ten students which quickly dwindled to eight, when two jocks realized they were actually expected to work in class. The other five were in the class for various reasons, like absenteeism, or goofing off too much and couldn't bring their grades up in the end. And then there were the three witches.
They showed up at two minutes before the start of class, marching in confidently, and they sat in the front row. The rest of the class had gone silent at the sight of them. With twenty-five years of teaching experience, I was at a bit of a loss for words at first glance. All three girls were eighteen and should have graduated in the spring.
The leader of the three was Tara: a lovely shorter woman with long black hair, pale skin and sturdily built. She wore a tight black sweater with a plunging neckline, and a short black skirt with black nylons and stilleto heels. Her sweater was short, exposing a roll of baby fat that actually made her more sensual. Her heaving half-globes of exposed cleavage visibly jiggled as she walked. She had brilliant blue eyes that screamed of defiant intelligence. Tara had a reputation for arguing with teachers, and only the fact that she was usually correct, had saved her from expulsion.
Following her was Lisa: the tallest of the three, a gangly girl, who was slowly blossoming into womanhood. Cats-eye glasses framed her brown eyes and her long brown hair hung was a curly, unruly mop. She was dressed in leather pants, and a white T-shirt with a leather vest. The leather pants showed off her tight buns and long legs. Her breasts were small, but pronounced, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her primary claim to fame was publicly announcing she had put a curse on Mrs. Higgins, the Physical education teacher, back in her sophomore year. She received two weeks suspension for that. And Gloria Higgins' hair fell out before the year was over. But it was never proven that it was due to Lisa's curse.
The last of the trio was Ashley: a dark blonde beauty who had joined the witches in her junior year. Of medium height, she was one of the prettiest girls in school, and one of the shyest. Or at least, she used to be. The boys in the classroom groaned as she strolled in wearing a short plaid skirt and white dress blouse, both of which were about two sizes too small for her. She looked like a girl from one of those smutty Japanese manga comics. The short skirt was just shy of showing her panties, and the blouse unbuttoned within the limit of the dress code, displaying a bit of cleavage. I thought the black and white saddle shoes were a cute touch. Her outfit showed off her hourglass figure as well as her muscular legs.
Needless to say, the boys in the classroom were drooling. And even an old guy like me, forty-five years old and three years divorced, felt a throb between my legs. The girls exuded an air of sexual confidence rarely found in someone eighteen years old, and they knew they had the attention of everyone male and female in the room. But right now, their eyes were focused on me.
I admit I fumbled my way through the first few minutes. And for the first couple of days, I had a kind of duel going with Tara as we established ground rules for debate. I found her to be funny and intelligent and accorded her the respect that was due. Delighted with my willingness to be challenged in class, Tara responded in kind. During snack and bathroom breaks, the three girls began talking about their pagan beliefs, even offering me literature to read, and were thrilled when I actually read it.
They took it well when I was honest with them. I said that from their material, as well as what I researched on my own, that I did believe many people were serious about their faith, particularly those of the Wicca faith. But I found much of the goth sub-culture to be a simple affectation that was commercialized to appeal to rebellious youths for profit. When they asked if I thought the three of them were serious about their way of life, I was honest as well. I told them that only time would tell. They were pleased that I didn't prejudge them, and I will readily say they were the best students.
I can also say they were my biggest problem.
They intimidated the other students, and harshly rejected any overtures from the five horny teenage boys in the class. By the end of the first week, the rest of the class had retreated to the back rows and avoided the witches. As the second week passed, I realized with a little dismay that the three girls were at best flirting with me, or at worst perhaps casting some spell.
Any male teacher sooner or later runs into female students with a 'daddy' fixation, or simply a school girl crush. I've always found that it was best to pretend not to notice, and act totally clueless. Usually they get disgusted or bored, and give it up. The witches were taking it to a whole new level.
Each day brought them dressed in the most scandalous outfits, pushing the envelope on the school's liberal dress code. Skirts got shorter, necklines plunged, and if they wore bras, they were designed to increase the amount of cleavage exposed. Each of the girls found reasons to visit my desk, leaning over on their elbows, offering generous views of cleavage. Their wardrobe seemed to vary day by day -- sometimes all black, sometimes sexy schoolgirl outfits you see at halloween. Did I mention that their skirts got shorter? By the end of the second week, they would sit at their desks in the front row and carelessly spread their legs, showing off their panties.
I became very familiar with the panty-clad mounds of each of my wanton witches. I knew that under her panties, Tara's bush was thick and wild, because of the black hair that dipled her white panties and peeked out from the sides. I knew that Lisa's bush was neatly trimmed, as the shadow of it was visible beneath her thin silk panties. And Ashley kept her pussy shaved, as her tight, white lace panties seemed to be molded to her mound when she arrived for class, and consistently had a wet patch that was translucent.
How I managed to get through my lessons and actually make sense, I don't really know. I worried constantly about the recurring erections I had in class and wondered if my students noticed. From the delighted grins of the three witches, I was sure they noticed. Luckily, the others had the typical bored, glazed look in their eyes.
Each day during breaks, the three seductive witches would gather around my desk, each vying for my attention. I would be asked my opinion of their 'rebellious sub-culture' wardrobe. And if the classroom was empty, they would strike sexy poses and ask me if I thought they looked pretty. Skirts would get ruffled up, showing off thongs and bare buttocks, garter belts and hose. I would blush and pretend not to get excited, but I'm glad I could hide behind a desk and conceal my raging erections.
Tara would tease me about my evasive comments and warn me, "Be careful, Mr. Rob. We're gonna think you don't like us. We might have to cast a spell on you!"
On the third week, they increased their teasing. The witches reverted to wearing only black clothes, primarily bustiers that uplifted and showed off their cleavage to incredible advantage and, tight black miniskirts. And they started to expose their breasts as they sat in the front rows. The bustiers were low cut, and then in the middle of a lecture, a nipple would escape. At first, the witches played hide and seek when a nipple popped out and was tucked back in.
Tara then began a new phase; leaving a nipple out and idly playing with it to make it erect. Lisa and Ashley soon followed suit, and I could now identify each girl by her nipples. Tara's are thick and large as a nickel, sticking out solidly a quarter inch. Lisa has small nipples nestled on youthful, puffy aureoles. Ashley's nipples are long, inviting tubes of rubbery flesh that stand out an inch when aroused. And my witches certainly worked on being aroused.
After class, they would hold out lollipops and bare their nipples, asking me if I'd like to suck on something. They would take turns standing behind me and leaning over to say something, allowing me to feel their hard, erect nipples rubbing against my dress shirt. At the end of the third week, Lisa and Ashley stood at my desk asking me questions about the weekend assignment while the rest of the room emptied out, except for Tara who sat smiling at her desk.
When it was only the three of them left and as I tried to answer Ashley's question about the New Deal, Tara slipped both breasts out of her bustier and began kneading and squeezing the meaty tit flesh, teasing her nipples until they were hard. Then as my mouth went dry, Tara lifted one generous breast to her lips and sucked on her own nipple. The other witches giggled and watched as Tara moaned and sucked first one nipple and then the other. I watched in disbelief as the other two walked to Tara and each leaned down, and watching me watching them, licked their friend's nipples.
Tara stared silently at me and tucked her tits back into her bustier while Lisa and Ashley stood beside her, caressing her shoulders and the upper halves of her breasts with their fingers.
Finally Tara smiled and said, "Mr. Rob, you're a good man, a strong man. I don't think there are many around like you. I like you. I like you a lot. Have a nice weekend. And have lots of nice dreams."
Tara stood and walked to the door, followed by her friends. She stopped at the doorway and turned, smiling at me again. "Monday, things are gonna get really interesting!"
In truth, things got interesting that weekend. I couldn't get the girls out of my mind. In all my years of teaching, I had never had trouble being teased by school girls. Oh, I admired their beauty, but had never thought to involve myself with them. I preferred women of my own age, and even in the worst moments towards the end of my marriage (twelve years to the meanest woman east of the Mississippi River), I was never tempted.
My dreams were the worst... or the most fantastic. I seemed to be having one erotic dream after another. The young, naked, nubile bodies of three young women I just knew were my three witches, swarming over me, making love to me. They fucked me furiously and without relent, their smiling faces contorted with lust and pleasure. Their voices sometimes whispered sexual promises, sometimes screaming demands to be pleasured. I had wet dreams for the first time since I was a teenager. Not just once, but all through the weekend.
Come monday, I was both filled with excitement and dread at the prospect of seeing the witches. The dread giving way to lust as they walked through my classroom door. Today all three dressed in short plaid skirts and tight, white blouses. Their blouses were unbuttoned to the legal limit, providing everyone with a generous display of their unfettered breasts, and their aureoles and nipples were visible against the sheer white fabric.
As all three sat down, in unison they pulled their already scandalously short skirts upward, baring their thighs. I almost groaned aloud as I now stared at the bare pussies of all three of them. No longer was anything left to the imagination... from under their desks, each of the witches spread their knees and flashed their naked cunts at me.
As I had surmised, Tara's bush was a furry mass of black pubic hair, split by a long strip of wet, meaty pink labia. Lisa's brown-haired muff was neatly trimmed in a rectangle, leaving her labia fully exposed, flowered open and revealing her arousal. And then there was Ashley's shaven bare mound seeming to be carnality incarnate. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her ruddy, glistening wet flesh, labia blooming just enough to reveal her pink interior.
To this day, I don't know how I got through my lessons. Every instinct in me demanded that I fall to my knees between the spread legs of the three temptresses and bury my face in their steamy flesh. I knew that their cunt cream would be the proverbial nectar of the gods.
After class, the girls hovered around my desk as usual. They were pointedly rubbing themselves against the old metal desk, pressing their skirt-covered mounds against the edges, or rubbing against each other. Ashley smiled angelically at me as she pressed her crotch against Tara's hip. Tara leaned over and let her breasts spill out of her blouse, the large nipples stiff with excitement.
On Tuesday, things got more intense. Again wearing little plaid skirts sans panties, the witches were content to flash me until we had our first break.
When we resumed the lesson, Lisa spread her thighs and then ran her left hand down under her desk and between her legs, and began to finger her pussy. One finger stroked up and down the length of her vulva, spreading her labia and then slowly inserting into her wet, pink flesh. Her lively face went slack jawed as she began to dig in and out with more vigor. Lisa trembled in her seat as I covered the bombing of Pearl Harbor, having an orgasmic explosion of her own. I give her credit for not betraying her actions to the rest of the class. As Lisa serenely returned to consciousness, she removed her shiny finger from her clasping cunt. Bringing it up to her smiling mouth, she slowly sucked it clean.
Next, Tara began to do the same. Her fingers slipped though her furry bush to spread her cunt lips and begin fingering herself. Unlike Lisa, Tara focused more on her clit, furiously teasing the meaty little digit with her thumb while her middle finger plunged in and out of her wet hole. She too managed to climax quietly, although I almost sobbed as I watched her juices dripping from her quivering cunt to speckle the edge of her chair. Her finger was soaked with her juices and she brazenly sucked it clean, licking her lips as she finished, and winking saucily at me.
Lastly, Ashley began her teasing masturbation performance. She was less vigorous than the others, slowly teasing herself. Her palm slid up and down her naked vulva, agitating her clitoris, and stroking her fingers slowly through her wet flesh until her crotch was gleaming with her arousal. She bit her lip as she orgasmed, eyes closed with the sweet intensity of the moment. Unlike her friends, she had not plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy and I understood why when she mouthed the word, 'Virgin.'
After class, they gathered around me as usual, teasing me with comments like, "Gee, Mr. Rob...I bet you're hungry!" and "What would you like to eat for lunch, Mr. Rob?" The air was ripe with their aroma, their scent wafted to my nose and made my head swim.
My dreams continued each night that week, getting more and more intense. I dreamed I was between each girl's thighs, fucking with the hardest erections I had ever experienced.
On Wednesday, the girls repeated their little show, finger-fucking themselves during my lecture. My other students were restless as well, not realizing that they were inhaling the witches sexual scents that filled my classroom and made it smell like a bordello.
Thursday, my witches put on a new show. Tara began by pulling a hairbrush from her purse. It had a thick, wooden handle and she slowly brought it down to her exposed pussy and began to thrust it into her wet hole. As she brought herself to orgasm, she barked like a dog. The other students laughing at what they assumed was a bored goth trying to annoy me.
I just tried to laugh and said, "Settle down, Tara," even as I eyed the cunt cream pooling between her thighs on the seat.
Lisa leaned over and took the hairbrush from Tara's limp hand. She smiled and brought the handle to her lips and sucked the wetness off. I had to sit down at that point and instructed the class to work on a review from their text. I felt as if my cock was going to explode at any moment. I slowly relaxed while Lisa fucked herself with the handle of the same hairbrush. My eyes never left her magical pussy as she plunged it deep inside herself. She squeezed her thighs together as she began to orgasm, and moved her other hand to her blouse to pinch her puffy nipple pressing against the sheer fabric. After Lisa calmed down, she spread her knees again and offered the hairbrush to Ashley.
Ashley accepted the hairbrush, covered with Lisa's wetness. She watched me react as she slowly slipped the glistening brush handle into her mouth, sucking it clean of her friend's pussy juice. As she had done the previous days, Ashley didn't fuck herself with the hairbrush, but ran it up and down her naked vulva, teasing herself until she climaxed. Her cheeks blushed and she looked radiant. She brought the wet handle to her lips and mouthed the words, 'I wish this was you,' and sucked it clean of her own juices.
It was my turn to muffle a moan, as Ashley's silent words, and the actions of all three, were too much. My beautiful witches grinned wickedly as I shivered and ejaculated in my pants. I felt myself blushing, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. As my semen cooled inside my pants, the girls continued to pass the hairbrush as the minutes ticked down for the end of class.
When class dismissed, Tara was holding the hairbrush and slipped the handle deep inside her cunt, letting the edge of the bristles tangle in her bush. When only the three witches were left, she stood up, brush handle still inserted, and with her skirt raised, waddled over to me, showing off her incredible cunt muscle control.
I tried to say something, to protest their outrageous actions, but I couldn't find the words. Fear was thick within me, that if I addressed them directly about their behavior, that my resistance to what they offered would collapse.
Tara slowly pulled the hairbrush handle from her sopping wet pussy and set in down in front of me. "Souvenir," she whispered. "Goodbye, Mr. Rob. Sweet dreams tonight."
The three witches walked away, their asses swinging invitingly as they left the classroom. Ashley made a last little tease by flipping up the back of her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt and exposing her ass as she walked away.
After they left, I stared down at the wet brush handle. In my mind, I replayed watching it slipping into the folds of each girl's lovely pussy. My nostrils flared with their scent. Tara's pussy juice actually dripped from the brush handle. Without thinking, I used one finger to clean the errant droplet from my desktop. I am not sure why, but without hesitation, I licking the moisture from my fingertip. Ambrosia! Entranced, I snatched up the brush and began sucking it hungrily. Their mixed juices tasted divine. As I ran my tongue over the handle, I heard the loud giggles of my three vixens.
I looked up, but the classroom doorway was empty. Still, I knew that somehow, through trickery or magic, my three witches knew what I had just done.
After another night of troubled but exciting dreams, I came to school for the last day of summer classes, wondering how things would end.
My three witches were the last to enter the classroom, as usual. Today they were dressed in black, scoop-necked sweaters and black ultra-mini skirts. And all three had a different colored lollipop in their mouth.
As each girl passed my desk, they smiled lovingly and said, "Good morning, Mr. Rob!"
I struggled to get through the morning lesson, as each of them began today's tease by working the lollipops with their tongues. The artificial color of the lollipops stained each of their tongues. Tara exhibiting the longest and most talented tongue with her blue lollipop. Lisa displayed a green tongue, and Ashley's was purple.
At some unseen signal, each girl stopped licking their lollipop and quietly lowered the candy under their desks and between their spread thighs. I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of my head as I watched the girls began teasing their pussies with their sticky lollipops. My mouth watered as I watched each sugary confection become coated with their pussy juices. And I shuoldn't have been surprised that the artifical color of the lollipops painted their wet labia blue, green, and purple, respectively.
At the break, they approached me as the others fled to restrooms or the snack machines. Lisa came up and in a little girl voice said, "Mister Rob! Tara says her blueberry lollipop is better tasting than mine. But I know my green apple lolly tastes better!"
"Uh-uh!" growled Tara. "My little sweet snack tastes better than yours, Lisa!"
"Forget it, girls. I've got the tastiest lick in town," chimed in Ashley.
All three of my witches glared teasingly at each other then broke down into giggles.
Tara leaned over, showing off the deep valley of her cleavage. "Mr. Rob. Why don't you decide? Take a lick of this," she whispered huskily. She waved her blue lollipop under my nose.
I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and the sweet aroma of blueberry. "I...uh...I shouldn't." I managed to mutter. I leaned my head back, only to feel the pillow of Ashley's breasts as she stood behind me.
Tara grinned. "Sure you can, Mr. Rob. You know you want to try it. You know it's gonna taste sooo good!"
She brushed the blue lollipop against my upper lip and I involuntarily licked my lips, my tongue touching the wet blue orb. Her juices tasted wonderful, salty and sweet.
Tara added, "Yeah, Mr. Rob. This is something you'd like to lick all day."
She twirled the candy against my lips, watching me. I closed my eyes and took the lillipop into my mouth. Tara's cunt cream aroused my taste buds. I groaned as I sucked the lollipop and savored her juices.
Tara pulled it out. "See. Told you you'd like it."
I found my voice only to be amazed at my reply. "No, Tara. I love it!"
Now it was her turn to widen her eyes in surprise, and she blushed and grinned.
Lisa interrupted. "Try mine, Mr. Rob. You're gonna love my taste too!" She thrust her green lollipop against my lips.
Out of self defense, I opened my mouth and accepted the green sphere, tasting her cunt cream as well. Of all three girls, Lisa's pussy seemed to always produce the most juices, so there was a thick coating of her tasty fluids. She was as sweet as Tara, but different, more of a fishy taste, but still delicious as any pussy juices I have ever tasted.
When I finished, I smiled up at her and said, "Mmm, very good!"
Lisa began to blush too, and when she tried to reply, actually stuttered and turned away.
Inwardly, I was kicking myself. These were still my students and I knew better. But before I could do anything else, Ashley leaned in, giving me a perfect view of her spectacular cleavage.
"Now mine, Mr. Rob! Once you've tasted my sugar treat, you'll never want to stop licking!"
Ashley offered her purple lollipop to my lips, and I began sucking the sugary ball. Her cunt juices were truly sweet, not salty or fishy, but clean and fresh and layered on the sweet lollipop. I had no reply, but my smile told her how much I enjoyed the taste of her pussy.
Ashley blushed like the others.
All three continued to stand there, waiting, until I realized they were waiting for an answer.
Even though I was befuddled by my three teasing witches, I'm not stupid. "Ladies, like beautiful flowers in a garden, who can judge which is better than the others? One should not waste time trying to make a singular decision, but enjoy the unique flavor of each."
The girls laughed at that, and seemed pleased by my comments.
Class resumed, as did their teasing. My witches all produced new lollipops, yellow and red and pearlescent, and continued to diddle themselves discreetly. They paused to trade lollipops amongst themselves, declaring that they wanted to try the different flavors. But they knew that I shared the secret that they were also tasting each other's juices.
I managed to finish my lesson and announced that the final exam would be held monday morning starting at eleven o'clock. I informed the class that I would be in the classroom from eight to eleven, if anyone needed last minute study help.
My witches were the last to leave, as usual. Each temptress walked up to my desk and brazenly rubbed their candy lollipops against their wet and sticky pussies, and then silently handing them to me.
Ashley was the last, and she smiled. "Have a good weekend, Mr. Rob. See you in your dreams."
And I did.
Again, my witches were all I dreamed about, and the dreams were wall to wall carnality, starring my three witches. Every night, my dreams imagined our bodies in a continuous tangle, making love to each other. I woke up many times and surprised myself by masturbating to the images burned into my mind. I could picture Ashley sitting on my cock, slowly riding me while Tara and Lisa took turns riding my face. Then I was fucking Tara from behind, on her hands and knees, while she feasted between Ashley thighs, who was on her back and licking Lisa's pussy, who was squatting over Ashley's face. Then I was fucking Lisa on her back while I fist-fucked Tara and Ashley who were on their hands and knees. Then all three of my witches were stroking and sucking my cock.
Needless to say, I was a tired fella when I arrived at school monday morning. It has been my experience that although I always offer to be available for study help before the exam, no one ever takes me up on it. I planned to have a relaxing, quiet morning getting things in order. I've never been more wrong.
Shortly after eight o'clock, there was a knock at my classroom door and in strolled my three witches. They had again decided to dress alike, with the short plaid skirts and sheer blouses unbuttoned to reveal braless cleavage. All three made a beeline for my desk, hips swaying and breasts jiggling under their blouses.
"Good morning, Mr. Rob," they called out in unison.
"Good morning, ladies. Here to study?"
Tara smirked and replied, "Not exactly, Mr. Rob. Although we do need your help." She came around and sat on my desk next to me, showing off her bare thighs, but not quite revealing whether today she was wearing panties.
"How can I be of help?"
Tara glanced at the other two. and then smiling evilly said, "Mr. Rob. You know we're witches, right? Ashley has been working on a spell that will help us study better before the test."
"Really?' I replied.
Ashley stood very close to me, leaning over to whisper in my ear, her large breasts pressed against my shoulder. "Yes really, Mr. Rob. We've already completed most of the ritual, but we need one more component for the spell to work."
"And what would that be, Ashley?" I asked.
She sat down on the other side of my desk and she and Tara began to edge their way towards each other, making me instinctively roll my chair backwards. From my new position, I could see that both girls were without panties. I felt my cock begin to swell.
Ashley leaned forward, showing off her magnificent breasts barely contained in her blouse. "For the spell to work, each of us needs to drink the essence of a wise man," she said in a whisper.
"Uh... excuse me?"
"We need the essence of a wise man." Ashley reached down and pressed her palm against the crotch of my pants. "I need to drink what's in here, Mr. Rob... I need to take it from you... to suck and swallow." She slipped from the desk to her knees and began to work my zipper.
As she did so, Lisa appeared at my shoulder, her arms wrapping around my right arm as she whispered into my ear, "We need to suck your cock, Mr. Rob. We will get your essence from your semen. Please Mr. Rob, help us!" I felt Lisa's tongue flick out and tease my ear, then her lips sucked my earlobe.
Tara was beside me now too, my left arm in her hands. "Please, Mr. Rob! I know you want to help us. We need your seed. You're the wisest man we know. She brought my fingers to her lips and began to suck on them slowly.
"Ladies! Girls! We can't! It's wrong!" Then I realized that Lisa held my right arm and Tara was holding my left arm. I suddenly felt calmer and relaxed, but alert and energized. My witches needed my help with their ritual, a kind of homework assignment.
Ashley freed my cock from my pants and cooed, "Ooooh, Mr. Rob! Nothing this hard and big and beautiful can be wrong. We need your semen, your wonderful seed. Please!" Ashley looked up at me with her hazel eyes so big and round. "I know you like us, Mr. Rob. I know you like me! I know you're gonna like this!" and she quickly covered the crown of my cock with her mouth.
I groaned as her tongue cushioned the head of my cock, so soft and hot. She claimed to be a virgin, but she definitely knew her way around a cock. Her eyes never left mine, and Ashley proceeded to give me a glorious blowjob, slowly sucking and licking my stiff erection. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and then she began to take me deep and her lips were moving down the length of my shaft. I could feel my cock at the back of her hot mouth.
Lisa and Tara were busy as well. Tara turned my chin and kissed me, offering me her tongue which I happily accepted. Lisa nibbled her way from the side of my neck and jawline, to my mouth where she joined the kiss. Both of their tongues were competing to dance with mine. I was mad with desire for my young witches.
Tara took my hand and led it to her heaving, meaty breasts which had somehow become free. Her white blouse was completely unbuttoned and hanging open. Tara's thick nipples were swollen and hard, throbbing as I pinched one. Ashley continued her furious blow job, lavishing attention on my aching hard-on with a skill that belied her young age.
Too soon I felt the beginnings of my orgasm and gasped, "I'm... oh... gonna cum!"
I felt Ashley's lips tighten around the head of my cock as her hand stroked my shaft. I exploded in her mouth and grunted wordlessly with pleasure! Strand after thick strand of cum shot into my young witch's mouth, as Ashley made gulping noises both innocent and obscene. She pulled her mouth off my cock to gasp for air and a glob of saliva and semen dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.
Tara was on her knees in an instant, her tongue licking up the escaped sperm on Ashley's chin. "Nothing wasted," she panted!
Ashley squeezed my cock and pulled her fist up to the head, forcing the last dollop of sperm to seep from the tip. She slurped the pearly bead of cum and raised her chin. Lisa was now on her knees at my side. I felt my cock begin to soften in Ashley's hand, only to regain its vigor as Ashley turned to Lisa and opened her mouth. She displayed a thick pool of my semen in her mouth, to share with her friend.
I watched Lisa's tongue dart into Ashley's open mouth and scoop at the thick puddle of my seed. Then they were kissing, mouths clamped together. Lisa pulled back and a strand of cum and saliva hung between them before breaking and dangling from Ashley's chin. Ashley let go of my cock and turned to offer my semen to Tara.
Lisa smacked her lips and looked up at me. Before I could move, my newly erect shaft was in her hand and her mouth was on my cock. She kissed my wet crown and said, "More, Mr. Rob. We need more of your essence. Please, Mr. Rob!"
I groaned as Lisa rolled her tongue over my extremely sensitive glans before taking me deep into her hot mouth. She kept going, swallowing my cock until her soft lips brushed my pubic hair. Her hand cupped and gently caressed my balls. Lisa began a rapid up and down motion with her mouth, getting my cock slobbery wet with her saliva.
Meanwhile, Tara and Ashley were locked in a passionate kiss, their lips smeared with my semen. Tara's hand crept downwards and under Ashley's short skirt. Judging by Ashley's undulations, I knew that Tara was playing with her friend's pussy. Ashley responded in kind, reaching under Tara's skirt and palming her friend's hairy cunt before thrusting her fingers inside.
Lisa sucked furiously on my aching cock, taking breaks to hold my shaft in her hand while her tongue bathed the underside of the head. "I need your seed, Mr. Rob! Please cum and let me have your stuff!" she begged in a little girl voice that made my cock throb.
Lisa went back to taking me deeply into her mouth as both Ashley and Tara moved around behind her. They reached under Lisa's skirt, and she began moaning against my cock as the other girls' hands slipped between her legs. Then they reached between each other's thighs again. The sight of Tara and Ashley fingering Lisa while they fingered each other's cunts created a carnal triangle of limbs. They seemed to share great familiarity with each other's pussies.
The scene was too much for me. With a bellow, I exploded again, depositing an amazing amount of sperm into Lisa's mouth. I've never had a second ejaculation so soon and as big as the first. Like Ashley before her, she sucked hard and milked me clean of my 'essence' before turning to offer her mouthful to her friends. I watched my three witches share another cum-drenched kiss.
My head was spinning and I was panting with exhaustion as Tara broke away from the other two. Sperm and saliva dripped from her chin, creating droplets on her large, exposed breasts. Before I could protest that I was spent, Tara reached out and trailed one black fingernail lightly over the length of my semi-flaccid cock, causing it to twitch and stiffen.
"One more feeding of your essence, Mr. Rob and the spell is complete," Tara whispered with glistening lips. "Let me help you. Please."
I shook my head, "I've cum twice already. I can't get it up again!"
Tara grinned and her fingers encircled my shaft, lifting it upright. "Of course you can, Mr. Rob. Sex magic is the best, most powerful magic."
She bent down and licked the head of my cock, teasing my piss hole with her tongue. Then she wrapped her lips around the glans and did incredibly things with her tongue. I felt my cock swelling, and stiffen completely, contrary to all previous experience in my life.
Tara let me slip from her mouth and laughed. "See, Mr. Rob? You are under my spell, so you might as well enjoy it!"
I groaned and watched as Tara began sucking my cock. Maybe it was magic. I mean, I am forty-five years old and it had been twenty years or more since I had managed to stay hard after two back-to-back orgasms. The nerve endings in my penis were super sensitive after all the erotic attention, and each touch of Tara's tongue was an experience of pleasure so strong it bordered on pain. And Tara knew what she was doing to me. She made each movement of her tongue into a symphony of drawn out erotic pleasure.
Ashley moved behind Tara and began fingering her friend's cunt. Tara continued to suck my cock and look up at me as she wiggled her hips. Ashley smiled at me and I could see her arm moving, plunged her fingers in and out of Tara's pussy. Then Ashley stopped, and stood up next to me. She held up two fingers, shiny with Tara's cunt cream.
She painted my lips with them, whispering, "Enjoy, Mr. Rob!"
Then Lisa knelt behind Tara and began fingering her friend's twat. After I sucked Ashley's fingers clean, she returned to kneel behind Tara, and Lisa stood to offer her fingers drenched in Tara's pussy juices. She too, painted my lips with Tara's cream, then Lisa bent over and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to dance and play with my tongue.
Lisa broke the kiss and whspered, "I've been dreaming of doing that, Mr. Rob."
Then Lisa knelt behind Tara as Ashley rose to offer me another serving of Tara's juices. She also kissed me, tasting her friend's pussy on my tongue. The two continued trading places several times, and I was offered the taste of Tara's nectar again and again, followed by a wet kiss.
Meanwhile, Tara continued her sexual torture of my cock, making my toes literally curl. Her tongue did all sorts of things while her free hand caressed my balls, and her finger traced a path towards my asshole. Tara's warm finger pressed against my back door and I grunted as she pressed her fingertip into my anus, a sensation I wasn't used to. Tara grinned around my cock and pushed her finger deeper, pressing against my prostate, which did provoke a major reaction.
I felt my cock swell and then in the most intense orgasm in my life, I exploded in Tara's mouth. My cock spewed semen in quantities I wouldn't have believed possible for the third time. She captured my cum hungrily as her probing finger intensified my orgasm. Tara's cheeks ballooned as she held off swallowing my cum. Then she let my twitching cock slip from her closed lips just as I spurted one last time. A thick strand of white cum striped her forehead and black hair.
Lisa and Ashley were at her sides. Ashley was kissing Tara and sharing the mouthful of semen. Lisa licked the sticky strand of cum from Tara's forehead and sucked the dollop on her black hair. With lips and chins still shiny with semen and saliva, they held hands and chanted softly, thanking the goddess and asking for her blessing in allowing my wisdom to course through their bodies as represented by my seed.
I was still stunned at all that happened and wondered what was next.
When their chant ended, Tara leaned over and kissed the head of my cock before respectfully tucking me back in and zipping up my pants. "Thank you, Mr. Rob," she whispered.
"It was...um, my pleasure," I murmured.
Lisa smiled. "Oh no. It was our pleasure to accept such a generous, and delicious gift from you." She licked her lips dramatically.
Ashley stood up and leaned against me, her long erect nipples pressed against my shirt. She kissed me slowly and sensually, her tongue fluttering against mine. Ashley was sharing the taste of my own semen with me. Then she whispered in my ear, "All gifts return three fold, Mr. Rob. And yours was a tremendous gift!"
Ashley smiled and joined the others as all three of my witches moved to their seats. They fetched tissues and compact cases from their purses and began wiping their faces and reapplying their black lipstick. Each of them gazed hungrily at me over the edge of their compact mirrors as they touched up their mascera.
I tucked in my shirt and adjusted myself in my pants as they began to study quietly.
Over the course of the next hour, they gave me the occasional shy or wicked glance, casually spreading their legs and continuing to expose their pussies to me
At eleven o'clock, the rest of my summer class arrived and everyone took the final exam.
My three witches were the last to leave, of course. Each turned in their exam, leaned over and whispered "Thank you," and kissed me passionately. I returned each kiss, because now that I was in for a penny - in for a pound.
Ashley was the last to leave. After a cock stiffening kiss, she whispered, "Goodbye, Mr. Rob."
At the door, Ashley stopped and turned, offering me an inspiring view of her in profile. "Remember, Mr. Rob, all gifts return three-fold. You have something to look forward to."
Then she walked out of my classroom, leaving me to ponder her last words.
Continued in Chapter 2
Mr. Rob and the Witches - Chapter 1
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