“John, I am a witch. One of the ones who was persecuted at Salem in 1692. I was one of the lucky ones who escaped.”“A witch!” I blurted out.�...Yes, a witch. Now please put aside any thoughts of hexes, black cats, and broomsticks. Most of us were nothing of the kind. We were young girls of easy virtue who had had sexual relations with the elders unbeknownst to their wives and the rest of the citizens. Rumors were spreading of our actions, and they decided to silence us. I was fortunate in that one. She was tight, gripping my dick while my shaft’s piercing caressed her pussy walls, adding another tingle of pleasure racing up my cock.“Slata’s cunt,” Serisia gasped after breaking the kiss with Faoril. “He is insatiable tonight.”“Guys always enjoy watching girls snowball cum,” Faoril grinned. “It’s something female mages learn early on in their apprenticeships. Saoria and I used to do that and make them...” Faoril sighed. “Las-damn her. Will that never go away?”“What?” I groaned as she. She gasped and writhed with the intrusion and arched her back forcing her crutch harder towards mine. We wigged our fingers in each other’s rectums until it was too much for both of us. My balls exploded into her pussy and her muscles greedily milked them dry. We lay exhausted for a while then Rachael hauled me to a sitting position and re-applied my makeup. When Rachael had finished she stood me in front of the long mirror in her room. Okay, I was flat chested and my hips were square, but my. You were the first girl I ever saw nude, Julie.’ ‘And you were the first boy I ever saw naked, Troy. I saw it all the time when we were shared that apartment after high school and before college.’ ‘Me too. When I could see past whichever fucktoy you had over that night.’ ‘You never noticed the girls then? Go deeper and remember.’ ‘Ooh, thank you, Mistress. I did, but I guess I always figured they were, like, the girlfriends of whichever guy you’d decided you wanted and had to bring along. That.