TILT
Book I — The Magic Show
Chapter 1 — A Potion and a Plan
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Nina looked like a messy sex-goddess as she climbed from the back of the SUV.
The Uber driver stared, jaw dropped, as she walked away without a word, her bare ass fully exposed beneath the black and blue top that rode her hips.
Her corset straps were loose on one leg, dangling above the stocking.
She wore black heels and fishnets that wrapped her legs up to dark blue garters mid-thigh.
She’d left her panties back at the Sister’s shanty, along with her overcoat. Her lower half was fully exposed, and she felt the cool air between her legs. Her mound was short-trimmed and her pussy glistened, plump with arousal.
She didn’t care who saw her now. She was on a mission – if she could keep focused long enough to get through it. She was having a hard time since her body and half her mind was begging her to push her fingers inside herself, and waves of pleasure vibrated through her with every step.
She looked down at her tits, pressed tight against the sheer black and blue material. Her pink nipples were stiff, pushing out the thin netting. Beneath her chest the sheer black fabric hugged her midriff down to her thighs, where her panties should have been.
She hurried into the back entrance of the venue. The blue lights of the Play House hallway fell on her as the door clanked shut with an echo.
Her dark hair was wavy and wild, and her black mascara and red lipstick was smeared across the left side of her face. But she looked hot. Fucking hot. And she knew it. She felt it.
Even in her totally disheveled state, Nina was beautiful. She had worked briefly as a model before becoming a magician’s assistant. She had a soft oval face with full Latina lips and eyebrows, and her light tan skin glowed through her dark and skimpy outfit.
She was beautiful – but there was something deranged in her now.
Suddenly her eyes flashed from their soft green to a bright neon-blue glow and Nina gasped and let out a short, “Ooh”.
She cupped her tits and squeezed them. Then she slid her hands over them, stopping to feel her nipples in her palms as she sighed. She slid her hands down her sides then squeezed her ass, smiling with eyes closed.
She was hot and so goddamn horny.
There were light red and black smudges all over her face, neck, arms, thighs and ass.
Lipstick. From the Sisters.
She arched her back and pushed her chest out, and ran her hands over her tits again as she rolled her head across her shoulders. She opened her eyes, now back to green, and smiled a crazed smile through brilliant white teeth.
Yes, she was a goddess alright. With a look and a body and a desire that could make even the straightest girl get wet with just a wink.
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She had been at the Play House only twenty hours before. She had walked out the same door, and she remembered Misty’s angry yell from the dressing room elevators down the hall.
“And don’t fucking come back here! I told you I’m not a fucking lesbian, you fucking slut!”
“Sure Misty…” Nina thought. “We’ll see…”
Nina needed to find her and apologize, and beg to be put back in to “Misty’s Sexy Magic Show” – and quick, since it kicked off in under an hour.
She knew Misty would give in – she was a tough bitch, but she liked Nina. And besides, how could she do her act without “The Legs?”
But Nina had more in mind for tonight then just getting her job back. She was going to make sure Misty’s act went perfectly.
Tonight was a private show for a couple of judges who’d come to town from LA to evaluate Misty’s act. If it went well, she’d be picked up by the Fawne Faux Circus.
Fawne Faux were a group of talented performers that traveled together and did small shows for rich people and businesses. It was much like a normal circus, only the performers were all female and performed in skimpy lingerie. It was a classy blend of sex and illusionary entertainment.
Misty was no stranger to that combination. She had done her own show in her signature pink corset for fifteen years – since she was only twenty. She was a perfect fit.
She had an amazing body and her take on the old “sawing-the-assistant-in-half” trick was a super sexy and exciting routine which had made Misty famous in Santa Fe and beyond.
Fawne Faux had been a long time dream for Misty, and Nina was going to help her make it happen tonight. And when she did, Misty would, of course, forgive her.
And that’s when Nina would seduce her and fuck her brains out and they could finally be together forever. With the money from Fawne Faux, there would be no reason to hide their relationship. She knew Misty felt the same way deep down. She saw the way she looked at her during their shows.
Nina knew Misty was secretly desperately in love with her. She must be!? She was just too worried about losing her husband to admit it. Obviously…
“She MUST be…” Nina muttered to herself, as she briefly stared off in doubt and confusion, before her maniacal smile returned abruptly.
But just in case Misty got nervous, Nina had picked up a vial of “Tilly” from the Sapphic Sisters’ shanty earlier that afternoon. A drop of Tilly would turn the straightest woman into a helpless, pussy-hungry sex-slave for several hours.
Of course, Nina didn’t *need* any potion to make her crave hot sex with other beautiful women – she’d had that triggered in her mind when she’d first seen Misty’s Sexy Magic Show. It was 6 years ago. She was only 19, she remembered. Misty was 29, though now at 35 she was even fucking hotter.
Misty was a tad shorter than Nina, only about 5’3″. But her pretty face and voluptuous body commanded attention. Her 36 D breasts were spectacular – large and round, yet perky.
She wore her golden blonde hair in a sort of messy bob, and she had a round face and petite nose. She looked like… she looked like a stuck up rich bitch, to be honest.
But Nina had watched her as she took charge on the stage during her show, and mesmerized the audience with tricks and lights and illusions and smoke.
She found herself watching Misty’s body move under her tight pink corset, her nipples and ass just visible underneath. It tantalized a young Nina, and she’d fallen madly in love with Misty and discovered she was sexually attracted to women all within an hour that night.
Nina began volunteering at the Play House the next day, hoping to see Misty again, and she did, every chance she could, although Misty would seldom acknowledge her at first.
But over time they became friendly and a few years later Nina landed her dream job as one of Misty’s assistants. That job had been her whole life for the last two years.
And she had lost it last night when she finally tried to make her move on Misty. Too soon. Misty was just too shy, she thought – she wasn’t ready.
Misty claimed she was not interested in women and never had been. She would get handsy with the assistants on stage but that was all part of the show. Offstage she was a happily married woman. Her husband, Bill, was often at her shows, delivering a bouquet after each performance.
But Nina could sense it, she could feel it. There was an electrifying chemistry between the two, and Nina’s heart would pound any time Misty came near her. The way Misty grabbed her legs during the saw trick, slowly spreading them apart, nails digging in on Nina’s calf… yes, Misty wanted her, she just didn’t know how she could have her.
But Nina had a plan.
Tonight she would put a drop of Tilly in Misty’s wine glass after the show. Misty’s husband wouldn’t be there since it is a private show, and Kristina would quickly leave like she always did. Nina would sit down next to Misty, both still in their sexy corsets, sweaty from the act and the stage lights. Within minutes the Tilly would kick in and Misty would be tearing off her clothes and begging for Nina’s pussy.
And Nina would give it to her. All of it. Over and over again. Finally and forever!
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Tilly turned girls into… titty-grabbing, pussy-sucking, ass-licking, absolutely insatiable slobbering Sapphic fuck monsters. It flooded their brains with visions of lesbian sex and forced their bodies into a state of hyper-arousal. One small dose would last nearly twenty-four hours, but women had reported effects lasting weeks. Some called it being “tilt”. There would be brief periods of lucidity between frenzies, but once the vision was on, evident by a blue neon glow in the eyes – they were completely unpredictable and uncontrollable. Only one thing was on their mind at that point – pussy.
Nina had become tilt back at the shanty, with the Sisters. She’d gone into several frenzies since, and was on the brink of one now in the Play House hallway, as the Tilly ran through her mind and body.
And she loved it. She fucking loved it. Her pussy throbbed again. “Oh, oh god yes,” she sighed. She felt her wetness leak out onto her thighs, and she knew she would burst in a flood of ecstasy with a touch.
Nina looked down the hall. She could hear a murmur and footsteps, like a group of people walking, then quiet, then a “ding”. Someone was going up to see Misty.
Suddenly the blue glow in Nina’s eyes intensified. She knew what was coming, and she made for the locker room door as quickly as her six-inch heels would allow.
She tapped in her access code and shoved through the door. She moved toward the showers and stopped at the sink and mirror. Her sexy, sloppy reflection sent her over the top.
She reached down and grabbed herself, feeling the hot wet juice run through her fingers. “Yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck!” Her pussy was liquid fire burning between her legs. A vision set in.
Her mind was overrun by quick, erratic glimpses of beautiful women – including herself – performing every sexual act imaginable on themselves and each other.
She saw them slide fingers in and out as they kissed and sucked each other’s tits. Her heart pounded as they licked and sucked and slurped and tongued passionately one another’s pussy and ass. They tribbed and ground into each other, sliding pussy against slick pussy, and took turns rubbing one another’s engorged clit with stiff nipples, tits wet with spit and pussy juice.
Her pussy began to spasm as moved fingers in and out, and watched in awe and in excited desperate anticipation and pleasure as some strange woman forced her face into their tits, which she eagerly kissed and squeezed. She gasped as the strange woman pushed the tip of a pinky into her ass and rubbed her pussy vigorously, then pulled her hair and licked her neck and tongued her mouth.
She could feel it, and she wanted more – she lusted for women fucking and licking and biting and rubbing and slapping and coming and squirting all over her.
She could hear the moans of pleasure and cries of excitement and lust and pain, and the squealing sound and cursing all the best women make right before they cum. “Fuck! Yes! Oh! Jesus yes! Fuck my pussy! Make me come! Squirt in my mouth! Lick my asshole you fucking slut! Eat my fucking ass! Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck! Fuck yes! Make me come, you fucking whore! I fucking love it! Fuck my face with your cunt! Come! Come! Come! Come come come you sexy fucking slutty whore bitch! Ride my face and squirt on my tits! Oh god oh fuck! Fuck yes, oh, baby, oh fuck yes! Yes! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!”
She was a slave to her own mind and body when these flashes came on. Her pussy would throb and swell and contract and ooze wetness down her thighs. Her nipples would stick straight out, and she’d quickly give in to the urge to touch and squeeze and rub and fuck herself. It was all she could focus on, all she wanted – to be licked and fingered and fucked and to lick ass and swallow pussy juice and come as it poured from some beautiful girl’s cunt – even and especially her own.
And she fucked herself now in the Play House bathroom. Three fingers moved in and out of her wet slit in rhythm with her bouncing tits under the corset as she moaned out, “yes, oh, yes, oh, fuck yes oh,” and clenched a handful of her tangled hair with her free hand.
She threw her head back and squeezed her tit and cried out as she came, “oh my fuck yes!!!”
She slowed her rhythm and then slowly pulled her fingers out, and put them in her mouth, sucking off the slick juice, and the taste made her even hotter. She leaned into the counter on her forearms. She smiled and stared at the messy, sexy, beautiful fuck monster in the mirror.
“Fuck, this is SO GOOD!” she said softly through laughter.
She touched the vial she had tucked in the garter on her right leg.
She thought back to the Sisters.
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The Sapphic Sisters were three witches that lived north of town in an old wooden shanty tucked away in the mountain pines. She knew of the place through some friend of a friend.
The Sisters accepted no money, but there was a price to pay for Tilly.
Nina had been nervous to go, but she needed the Tilly to be sure Misty didn’t freak out when she seduced her tonight. The night before had not gone as planned.
She hadn’t been excited about meeting a bunch of witches in the woods, but in the end she had found that the Sisters were… quite accommodating.
She laughed at the thought.
The three Sisters were a little older than her, mid-to-late thirties she guessed. They were stunning, beautiful women, with light skin and dark hair. And large breasts, all, she remembered with a smile.
She felt her pussy tingle again as she sat down on the locker room bench next to the sink. “No, focus – shit. I need to get to Misty…”
Her mind wouldn’t rest. She flashed back to the Sister’s shanty. She felt the warm wetness between her legs as she ran her fingers gently over herself, the tingle building into a throb. “Fuck,” she resigned, then she sighed softly as she pushed against her clit.
She’d gotten out to the shanty around one o’clock. She wore a big overcoat atop her corset and heels so that she could go straight to the Play House and see Misty after she got the Tilly.
Her heart had sank as she banged the large bronze knocker three times on the old wooden door.
“What the fuck am I doing?” she’d thought
A silent eternity passed, and Nina decided to walk away half disappointed, half relieved.
Then the door slowly opened with a long creak. Josephine stood in the doorway, wearing a thin purple robe, expressionless.
She was the head witch, the Supreme, and she looked the part. She was tall, with sharp features and high cheekbones. She had light skin and her hair was black with purple streaks.
Nina stared. Josephine was a dark goddess, her womanly figure plainly visible as the orange light behind her glowed through the thin sheer robe. Nina’s eyes moved to her dark round nipples on her large, lovely breasts for several seconds before she caught herself.
“Oh, hi, yes sorry to bother, I was just…”
“Welcome Nina. We’ve been expecting you.” Josephine smiled, and Nina felt simultaneous comfort and alarm as she looked into Josephine’s deep hazel eyes.
Nina smiled, and stuttered on. “Thanks – I know this is awkward, ha, I just, I was looking… but how did you know my…”
“We’re witches Nina. We know who you are, and we know what you want,” she said flatly, and she gave Nina a stern look.
Nina felt embarrassed. “Oh… I didn’t mean…” she muttered as she looked down at her feet.
“And we want to help! Come in silly!” Josephine laughed as her face lit up, pleased with her little joke. She reached for Nina’s hand and walked her inside. Nina smiled with relief and excitedly followed.
The shanty was warm and glowed with orange light. Nina smelled cinnamon and apple and vanilla and citrus – like some cozy candy and candle shop.
As Nina walked into the parlor she saw the other two witches, Dawn and Mirabelle.
“Welcome Nina,” Dawn said in a calm, soft, soothing voice.
Dawn was a couple inches shorter than Josephine, but still taller than Nina. She had fair skin and dark, curly hair cut at about shoulder-length. She had a beautiful, kind face with round cheeks and light brown eyes that sparkled.
She wore a yellow see-through nighty, with nothing underneath. Her large breasts pushed out against her top. Beautiful. The skirting danced around her bare ass and Nina glanced at the trimmed mound between her legs. Her heart fluttered. Nina looked up at Dawn’s eyes, then gushed when she smiled sweetly back at her.
“Oh my gosh what the fuck?” she thought, trying to hide her shy grin.
Nina then heard the second witch behind her, a voice soft and sultry that gave her a delightful chill. “We’re so glad you came to us for help,” said Mirabelle.
She was an inch shorter than Nina. Latina like Nina, her skin a soft light brown. She had defined cheekbones and full lips. Her athletic body was naked but for a red and black G-string and matching scarf-like sheer fabric piece marked with black runes, which she wore behind her neck, pulled over her breasts and tied behind her.
Nina realized she was staring at Mirabelle’s tits, and shot her eyes up to see if she’d been caught.
She had.
Mirabelle smiled sweetly and looked away. Nina looked back at her tits and then her ass – as with Dawn and Josephine, she could see everything through the thin fabric.
All three witches were barefoot and suddenly Nina felt silly in her 6 inch heels.
They surrounded Nina and beamed at her for a moment, then invited her further in to the large space.
Nina blushed as she tried not to stare at their beautiful bodies through their thin lingerie. “Think of Misty,” she told herself.
Josephine grabbed her coat at the collar and said “Please, let me take this. We keep it plenty warm in here.”
Nina closed the coat tight “No! Uh, sorry, I’m, um, not exactly dressed properly… I have on my… stage clothes.”
“Nonsense dear!” Josephine laughed, as she pulled the coat again and this time slid it gently from Nina’s shoulders. “It’s too hot in here for this. Besides, none of us are dressed proper, as you can see! Ha! No, we prefer to be comfortable. No need to be ashamed of your body here.”
The coat came off revealing Nina’s skimpy stage costume, her tits showing through the sheer fabric top, ass scarcely covered by the thin blue G-string that disappeared between her thighs.
“Oh, and it looks like Mother Nature was very gracious to you dear!” Josephine laughed as she looked her over, from her chest down to her fishnets and heels.
“Oh — ha — um, thank you…” Nina blushed.
The witches spoke softly and sweetly and lightly patted Nina’s arms and back as they stepped around, slowly circling her.
Dawn spoke, calm and smooth. “Please relax. We’re so glad you came!”
Mirabelle followed with a soft “Yes, we’ll be happy to help,” as she placed a hand on Nina’s bare shoulder and smiled.
Josephine gently squeezed the other. “You’re in good hands Nina,” she said, happily.
Nina felt dizzy and shy and anxious. “Oh, OK, thank you, thank you… I, uh…”
Dawn placed a hand on her lower back and guided her to a corner. “Oh, please, sit down, here’s a nice chair.”
Nina sat down on a big white swivel chair, the kind that might be found in a hair salon.
Dawn gently squeezed her arms and felt her head with the back of her hand with a slightly concerned look. “Are you feeling OK dear? You’re a little warm, oh, poor thing, are you stressed? Do you have a headache?”
“No, I, uh…” Nina started.
“I will get her some nectar” Mirabelle said and instantly returned with a small cup.
“Thank you so much, I don’t want to be a bother, I should just probably get going, if you already have the Tilly, you know, I, I have money…” Nina said as she tried to get up.
“Nonsense dear, we are happy to help! Please, let us take care of you!” Josephine insisted as she put her hand on Nina’s chest and pushed her back down into the chair gently.
“Yes, you really need to relax.” Dawn added as she put the cup of nectar to Nina’s mouth and gently reclined the chair. “Lay back and leave it to us!”
Nina swallowed. It was warm and super sweet with a slight salty aftertaste. Something had been vaguely familiar about it…
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Nina licked her lips as the nectar went down. “I’ll give them five minutes, then I’ve got to go,” she promised herself.
“Hmm. Your aura is off,” Mirabelle told her with a grin. “Too much stress. You need… release,” she added and she squeezed Nina’s legs through the fishnet hose, just above her knee. Nina got goosebumps.
“Oh, I don’t, I mean, I should… I guess, OK, I can stay for just a minute if you really want to… ” Nina fumbled out. She was staring at Mirabelle’s chest and noted her areolas were slightly slanted ovals and her nipples were pushing out against the sheer scarf, making little tents. Nina imagined taking one into her mouth.
She realized she was staring again and quickly shot her eyes down to her feet and tried to hide her guilty smile.
Josephine spoke behind her. “We do want to help Nina. I promise we can loosen you up in only a few minutes, and give you what you came for. No trouble at all for a such a nice, pretty girl. Right ladies?”
Dawn replied happily, “Of course not! We’d love to help! Oh, you are a sweet, pretty girl. Please, here.”
Dawn began squeezing her shoulders and working down her arms. Mirabelle was rubbing both legs working down toward her calves.
“We want to be of service, it’s what we do! Let us serve you Nina!” Mirabelle said cheerfully, as she looked slyly at Dawn and then at Nina.
Josephine stepped behind the chair and said “See, just relax. Relax!” and Nina felt as she stroked her face softly with her long purple nails.
“Oh… OK… I… um… yes, I can relax…” Nina whispered as she closed her eyes. She was a little embarrassed because she was becoming quite aroused as she felt their warm hands rub and caress her arms, legs and face. She tried to keep her eyes closed but she kept finding herself opening them to watch Dawn and Mirabelle’s bodies. She couldn’t control it.
Dawn kept rubbing Nina’s arms, one then the other, from her shoulder to her elbow to her wrist and palms and fingers, then start on to the other arm. Each time she reached over her to switch arms, her breasts would brush against Nina’s. Nina felt her nipples as Dawn dragged them across her own. Dawn looked at her as she did it once more. “Hmm, are you feeling better dear?” she asked, smiling.
“Mm hmm,” was all Nina could manage.
Internally she was struggling. “Fuck… OK calm down, just excuse yourself – oh my god this is so nice…”
Mirabelle rubbed her ankles all the way up to her inner thighs. It felt amazing. Nina tried to ignore her urges, but subconsciously she wished Mirabelle’s hands would go all the way up and rub between her legs.
But Mirabelle would stop just inches away each time, rubbing Nina all the way to where her inner thighs met her body, then slowly worked her way back down with a thoughtful smile.
“Misty, I need to get this stuff and get back to Misty…” she scolded herself internally, and tried to see Misty’s face.
Nina felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples began to stick straight out. Her heartbeat harder, faster.
Josephine leaned the chair back further and began to massage Nina’s shoulders. “Are you chilly?” she asked softly, a hint of amusement as she looked at Nina’s chest.
Nina’s face turned bright red. “No! It’s just… I… it just feels nice. I’ve got goosebumps.”
“Good.” She whispered. “I’m glad.” Josephine worked her shoulders and her neck with warm nimble fingers.
The witches kept rubbing her body and offering gentle compliments. “Such a pretty girl. Soft skin. What beautiful hair. Oh I love your eyes. You smell so, so nice. You are beautiful. Gorgeous, Nina. Oh, yes we want to help you, make you feel good. So good. Yes, such a pretty girl”.
It felt as if she was in some fantastic dream as their soft voices washed over her, and Nina was thoroughly enjoying it, losing herself in the pleasure of their touch. She was becoming uncomfortably horny. She bit her lip and tried to quiet her urge. She wanted them all. She wanted them to move their hands over the rest of her, to her tits and pussy and ass.
“No! Misty! I’m doing this for Misty…” she thought weakly as the warmth between her legs pulsated with lust. She tried to drive the witches from her mind. She needed to leave…
But it felt so nice. “OK, just a few more minutes,” she lied to herself. And she let out a long sigh as Josephine squeezed her shoulders again.
Gradually their bodies moved closer. She felt their breath on her neck and ears and legs… she could smell their hair and perfume as they moved around her, rubbing and touching her body. She soon felt intoxicated with the scent of apples and cinnamon and peaches and vanilla cream…
“Is that nice? Are you feeling better dear?” Mirabelle said softly as she continued massaging Nina’s calves.
Mirabelle shifted her position and she began rubbing the outsides of Nina’s legs where her thighs met her ass.
Suddenly Nina felt Mirabelle’s hot breath on her pussy through her panties which were visibly damp now. She closed her eyes and curled toes as she felt the heat and wetness grow between her legs.
They… they had to know what they were doing to her.
“Yes… yes thank you… I…” she tried to reply to Mirabelle. She’d already forgotten what she asked.
She felt Dawn’s breath on her ear as she whispered “we want to take care of you… OK?”
She got goosebumps again and her pussy throbbed.
“OK…” she uttered as she felt tingles and chills move over her.
Dawn’s mouth brushed her ear “Mm-mm… perfect”. She put both hands on Nina’s face as if she might kiss her passionately. Nina parted her mouth, ready, wanting.
Dawn moved her hands up Nina’s cheeks slowly and she began lightly massaging her temples. She smiled at Nina, mischievously.
She felt Mirabelle pull her heels off and began massaging her feet, vigorously.
“Oh… thank you, that’s so nice… ” she moaned.
She looked down and saw that Mirabelle’s scarf-like top was on the floor, her perky tits bare with brown nipples pointing out. She stared daringly straight into Nina’s eyes as she continued to rub her feet passionately.
Nina moved her eyes over Mirabelle’s tits and then between her thighs. Her panties were wet and clinging against her.
Josephine moved her nails up and down Nina’s neck and shoulders and toyed with the corset top as she breathed in her hair.
Dawn leaned closer and let her tits rub against Nina’s as she continued to massage her temples. Both their nipples were hard against the thin material of their tops.
Dawn ran her fingers wildly through Nina’s hair, who sighed with pleasure.
Suddenly Nina’s breath was sucked out of her and her vision went dark. Her whole body vibrated and tingled with pleasure. She felt a powerful, wonderful pressure growing between her legs and she knew she was going to come.
She saw the three Sisters in a black and white vision, standing in front of her on the salon chair, totally naked, twisted together in passion. There was no color except their eyes, which were a burning neon-blue.
Dawn stood on one side of Josephine, sucking on her large tit and moving her right hand between Josephine’s thick thighs, as she rubbed her left hand between her own legs and moaned.
Mirabelle stood on the other side as she rubbed and caressed Josephine’s left tit and suckled her neck slowly, while moving fingers in and out of herself with her other hand.
Josephine stared straight ahead at Nina, eyes aflame with neon blue plasma. She had an arm around each of her subordinates, running her nails up and down their back and ass. She smiled a wicked smile.
Then there was a flash and Nina saw herself exactly where Josephine had been, and as she watched Dawn and Mirabelle lick and kiss and finger her, she could FEEL it as well, and she moaned in excited pleasure. “Oh, oh, oh, shit, hmm, yes, please.”
Another flash and she saw herself laid out on the black floor, with Dawn and Mirabelle each on their knees, ass in the air, squeezing and sucking her tits and fingering themselves and sticking their wet fingers in her mouth. She could taste them – hot, salty, sweet.
And she watched as Josephine slowly crawled between her legs and put her mouth down on her pussy. She felt herself let go completely. She wanted the witches to use her however they would. She needed it. She craved it.
She gasped and moaned as Josephine licked and sucked her pussy, and she eagerly slurped the juice from the fingers of the other two witches, as they continued to rub and kiss her tits and neck and mouth hungrily and fuck themselves with their fingers.
Her passion was growing and burning and building and building, until it was too much and her body shuddered…
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Suddenly she was back in the chair. The world was color again, and the witches were still rubbing and caressing her body intensely and talking sweetly, all three nearly on top of her now.
“What the fuck? Oh my god what the fuck is happening?” she thought as she closed her eyes tight, and opened them again.
She watched Dawn’s tits press against hers and felt her fingers on her temples and smelled her hot, sweet breath on her face. She sighed and watched Dawn smile.
“You have pretty lips,” Josephine said, softly, as she moved from behind the chair, moving her face close to Nina’s.
“Oh, um, oh thanks,” Nina let out, breath shaking.
“Mm-hmm, she does. And nice, perky round tits too.” Dawn added softly.
Nina felt a cold shock go through her body as she heard the words, and her hairs stood on end. It was really happening.
She locked eyes with Dawn who was staring at her, smiling with a lustful gaze as she continued running her hands through Nina’s hair wildly, moving her breasts over Nina’s, up and down, up and down.
They were intentionally seducing her.
And it was working.
Nina stuttered “Oh, ha, um, thanks, thank you… But I um, have, a um…”
Mirabelle interrupted “Hmm, yes, and a nice tight round ass, too…” and Nina felt Mirabelle’s hands squeeze her behind.
“Oh, I, um,” Nina was getting extremely nervous, but giving into lust at the same time.
Mirabelle looked at Nina with a gentle smile, and continued, calmly.
“I can’t wait to taste your pussy. I can see that you’re getting wet for me Nina. As I am for you.”
She watched Mirabelle’s eyes change to neon blue, just as they were in the vision.
She looked to Dawn and then Josephine and found their eyes had changed too. They stared at her, they wanted her. They were all smiling – three beautiful, crazed lesbian sex demons.
She froze.
And then she felt Dawn kiss her neck.
Nina tried to push Dawn off of her and said weakly “No! no, please… I…”
She felt Dawn’s tits in her hands. She felt Dawn kiss her neck again, then again. She was helpless.
Nina moaned “no… I… oh god… oh, oh yes… yes, oh please yes!” and she squeezed Dawn’s breasts, and then pulled the top of her corset down from her tits, as Josephine began kissing and licking her neck and her ear on the other side.
Dawn pulled her top down and grabbed Nina’s head back by her hair and licked her neck up to her mouth, and they began kissing sloppily, wildly, passionately – just as Nina had half hoped for moments before.
She felt Mirabelle unstrap her stockings and pull her soaked panties down her legs and off of one foot.
Nina threw her legs wide open and Mirabelle crawled between and began to devour her, squeezing her ass in both hands as she buried her face into her pussy.
For the next hour Nina had been licked and fingered and fucked by three mouths and six hands and thirty fingers as the witches took turns on her face, tits, pussy and ass. Once they were satisfied Nina had been adequately and thoroughly fucked, they’d carried her off to the master chamber for more.
At some point she lost the ability to think of anything but pussy and making these women come on her. The black and white visions began to come in waves.
Through her fevered pleasure she’d put together that the “nectar” Mirabelle had given her had Tilly in it.
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Nina snapped back to the locker room at the Play House. She was fingering herself again.
And as she slid two fingers in and out, her mind replayed glimpses of the Josephine, Dawn and Mirabelle and everything they had done.
The witches greedily ravished her body and left her aching for more. She was still covered head to toe with their lipstick and perfume and dried saliva and sweat and juice and come. She could smell it and taste it, and the scent intensified the already overpowering effect the Tilly had on her mind and body. The smell of peaches and apples and sweat and pussy and ass made her even fucking hotter.
She pushed in a third finger and worked them faster, and the squishy sucking sound made her curl her toes in pleasure. She went in deeper, and curved her fingers to hook her G-spot.
She remembered how she had made the witches crazy. Nina had a huge tongue, and she knew how to use it. She could bring a girl to a screaming, shaking, quaking orgasm with her amazing mouth and fingers.
She could also make a woman squirt, whether they wanted it or not. And she did every time because it turned her on to feel some other woman’s juice and fluids on her skin. It drove her crazy with lust.
After they had seduced Nina and fucked her in the salon chair, the witches carried her to Josephine’s bedroom and used her as their sex-toy.
They all took several turns on her giant tongue. They would come and squirt so much ejaculate into her mouth that Nina couldn’t possibly swallow it all. As it ran out of her mouth, Nina would let it pool in her hands and then she’d smear it all over – on to her face and tits and pussy and ass – as if she were bathing in it – and onto the witches as well.
She couldn’t get enough of Josephine, Dawn and Mirabelle – in her, on her. The juices from all four of their cunts soaked the sheets and the carpet and was smeared on the walls.
The whole room was rich with the sweet musk of unbridled lesbian lust and perversion – and the Tilly kept her thirsty and desperate for more, more, more!
She loved to be their whore. She wanted to please them, to satisfy their carnal need. She wanted them to come on her face and squirt on her tits until they collapsed in fulfillment and exhaustion. She really, really enjoyed it. Right then, she lived only to make those witches come and scream in pleasure.
She remembered Josephine riding her face. Nina squeezed Josephine’s tits and pinched and pulled her nipples, which made Josephine push down harder, faster. She could still remember the smell and taste of her come as it ran into her mouth – hot, metallic and salty – and the salty-sweet slippery fluid she’s sprayed onto her face and hair and tits. Josephine’s pussy had exploded into a squirting, convulsing fountain of pleasure. Nina forced it back to her mouth and pushed her giant tongue inside so she could suck it out and drink it all in.
While Nina worked on Josephine, Dawn had attacked Nina’s pussy with her mouth as she fingered herself with one hand and groped Nina’s tit with the other, smearing in the come and sweat and caressing her nipple. She was the most gentle of the three, but she was hungry for Nina’s come and ass, and worked her to two orgasms with only her tongue, then two more as she slid fingers into both her pussy and her ass. Dawn swallowed every bit of the sweet juice that sprayed from the front of Nina’s pussy as she held her three fingers on her G-spot. It made Nina cry out and go harder on Josephine.
Mirabelle licked Josephine’s ass and groped her tits and nipples from behind while also working herself into a squirting frenzy with her hands, spraying it over the other three, who rubbed and smeared it all over themselves and each other as they cried out “oh fuck yes!” She’d licked the juice from Dawn’s legs and then stuck her nose to her ass, and began lapping at her pussy and massaging her clit with her fingers, while Dawn moaned and shuddered and came a wet, oozy orgasm as she continued to lick and fuck Nina with her fingers.
It was a lustful Sapphic sea of vaginal fluid and slobber, and slick, swollen, spraying pussy; bouncing tits with stiff nipples; tight assholes wet with saliva and pussy juice, lips and tongues and spit and sweat and moans and screams and squeals of desire and passion and sweet release.
They each took turns tribbing Nina, sliding their pussies slick with come and ejaculate and spit over hers, pushing and thrusting as they held tight to one another’s legs and locked in on each other’s glowing neon eyes.
As each witch worked her to an orgasm, Nina pressed her fingers against her G-spot inside as she came so she could squirt out on to their face and tits, which they would answer by rubbing and thrusting harder and harder until they too screamed and came and made themselves squirt back onto her.
She could still see and hear and smell and taste them all. Josephine had tribbed her first, then Mirabelle, and finally Dawn, who made her come three more times.
Once the fucking had started, the once sweet and soft spoken witch had become a lust driven beast, shouting out profanities as she worked up to orgasm after orgasm, and Nina loved it.
“Fuck, oh, yes, fuck, give me that pussy you slut, oh yes, do you feel mommy’s cunt, huh? Do you like mommy’s wet cunt pounding yours? Yeah, you do, you whore, yeah, you love it don’t you you fucking bitch! Fucking squirt your pussy on mine! Give me your pussy! You’re my slut! Lick it up! Lick it off! Fuck me with that tongue and make me come again oh god oh god yes you fucking amazing slut fucking whore I fucking love it I love you I’m fucking coming oh oh oh!”
Nina snapped back to reality in the Play House bathroom. She was leaned over the sink, one knee on the counter, face pressed against the mirror. She had pulled her left tit out of her top and was squeezing it and pulling her nipple, while rapidly fingering her sopping wet slit with the other hand. She pushed her fingers in all the way to her knuckles, and held them there…
She trembled then froze and sucked in air.
She came, and cried out in a long, soft moan, as her body quaked. She felt it leak out down her leg, hot and runny. She pulled her hand out, smeared the juice back up from her knees to her pussy, and rubbed it all over her clit and mound, then licked her hand and sucked the wetness from her fingers…
She looked toward the door, and thought of Misty, with a devious smile.