No, forget him

Chrissy’s slit is wet with excitement. If Brian isn’t going to freak about the double he’s seeing then why should she care? Hell, maybe he thinks they’re naughty twins.

Mmm, that thought is pleasant to her. Her fingers work inside Miss Penn’s twat even faster now. She slinks down and wraps her lips around the teacher’s sweaty, salty nipple.

Doing so, she takes an amount of cum into her mouth, tempted to roll it down into her throat but instead she slips back up to press her lips against Miss Penn’s and pour the cum down into her mouth

“You know” Miss Penn says in a breathy voice “I invited the whole team, but I just do this for the black boys.”

“Oh yeah?” Chrissy/Bianca inquires, her fingers finding Miss Penn’s warm, swollen clit.

“Mmmm, when I was in college me and my friends used to fantasize about being bred by black boys. So many at once we’d never know who the father was.”

Chrissy/Bianca giggles, then strategically licks down Miss Penn’s neck and takes the collection of cross necklaces, and all the cum they’re covered in, info her mouth. But she doesn’t stop there. She pushes down further until her lips are pressed against Miss Penn’s loser lips and fervently blows her mouthful of cum into them.

Miss Penn moans so loudly.

Then she returns face to face with her teacher.

“Bianca, you are such a bigger slut than I’d ever imagined.”

Chrissy smirks. “You have no idea”

And Miss Penn continues her story. “Of course my stupid friends all married boring white boys and had boring white suburban families. I came here and told myself I could never allow myself to give into my fantasies, not with a bunch of high school boys.”

Another stream of cum slings forward onto her face.

And that seems like it will be the last one. Bianca follows Miss Penn’s eyes up at the group. Most of the guys have stopped jerking.

“Well, that’s that.” Miss Penn says. “Now I think some assholes need licking. Don’t you?”

It’s not a question she waits for an answer for. And Chrissy watches, her wet slit in delight, as Miss Penn positions herself behind one of the slim black boys and gleefully spreads his cheeks and begins to lick.

Chrissy feels great. Triumphant. She’s pretty sure she accomplished “the corruption of the pious” although maybe she should have asked the other witches what that word meant exactly.

She looks around. Was the team ever secretly religious she wonders? There are candles and chants. Were they praying? Maybe to Miss Penn’s hot body.

Maybe Asmodeus can tell her when he arrives.

He never arrives.

But Chrissy is pretty sure it’s that the other witches didn’t do their part. She never had much of a chance to find out. The coven has a bit of a falling out after their failure.

And the basketball team never really talks to her in the few days left till graduation.

In fact the only reminder she gets of her hot day in the weight room is 7 months later, when she sees Miss Penn at the local sweet shoppe, licking dripping chocolate ice cream down her waffle cone, looking very pregnant.

She thinks she might go up and say hello, but Bianca, the real Bianca, appears around a corner and sits with the preggo PE teacher.

And Chrissy can only wonder what’ going on there

You’ve failed to help Chrissy summon Asmodeus.