As the coven's toy

...As a plaything for our coven," The Red Witch says. She then holds her arms out. "Enjoy, girls." The words spur the gathered witches into a renewed frenzy. As the Red Witch slips out of the cauldron, others try to fill the gap, taking her place as they storm the edges of the basin you're lying in.

Your head spins with a maelstrom of senses: the lust and pleasure of sex, the disorientation of the steam and swaying liquid, and the chaos that your hazy mind can't make heads or tails of. You lay in your soaked costume, skirt bunched up around your waist and shirt pulled down your front, as you struggle to keep your head above the water. Soon you notice one girl being the first to make it fully in the cauldron with you.

The pretty blonde enters with a splash, climbing over your body with her attention on the potion-produced penis standing out from your panties. She licks her lips, straddling you eagerly as she tears away the panties under her frilly purple skirt, revealing her smooth pink pussy. A moan escapes you as she grabs the object of her fascination, positioning her body above it before impaling herself on your length.

Noises of satisfaction come from both of you as she slowly rocks her hips, taking your member deep inside her. As she does so, someone else splashes into the brew behind her, coming between your legs, felt but not seen, even if you could focus enough to try. You feel a hand enter your panties under the blonde girl, and begin molesting your pussy beneath the surface of the witch's concoction. Fingers explore your tight cunt, doubling the pleasure that assaults your sex.

As you're ridden and fingered, other hands grope your slippery skin from all angles, occasionally pinching and squeezing your breasts. Another girl soon climbs over you, dark-skinned thighs obscuring your vision. You manage to look up and see a black girl in a skimpy dress lower herself onto your face, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and her tongue hanging out.

Her dripping cunt is pressed up to your lips as she grips the side of the cauldron with one hand, and your head with the other. She's clearly looking to have you eat her out, and you can't help but meet her pussy with your mouth in order to keep it above the water. Your moans get muffled by her slick slit, seeming to echo out through her own mouth. The taste implores you to lick with more fervor as your body is ravaged in the swaying cauldron.

Your hips spasm as the blonde fucks you faster, and you feel your cock cumming deep inside her. She doesn't stop, however, and still picks up he pace of her gyrations. The fingers inside you feel like they're joined by a tongue, and begin poking at your asshole while they explore you. Meanwhile the black girl maintains a firm hold on your head as she humps your tongue to a loud orgasm, yet keeps going for a second one.

The chaos surrounding you as you're fucked by/fucking three girls is intermittently muted as your ears periodically dip beneath the brew. Your senses are simply overwhelmed, feeling yourself plunging into a tight, wet pussy, as your own tight, wet pussy is plunged into at the same time, all the while the sweet cunt riding your face suffocates you with he scent and taste of sex. By the time you reach a second orgasm, both girls riding you cry out as well, rocking the cauldron with their emphatic movements.

At the crescendo of pleasure, the entire cauldron tips to the side, sending everyone with it. Wet, naked bodies spill out onto the kitchen floor, along with a wave of witch's brew that washes over your limp, tumbling form. The chaos is nothing unusual enough for the gathered women to tear their attention away from their own pursuits of pleasure, and you're left in a puddle of fluid, exhausted, and unable to do anything but lie there in the mess as your consciousness dims.

When you wake up, you're in your own bed, cleaner than ever, with no memory of what happened last night, and no reminder but for the vague scent of the potion in your mind.