Day 2 continues

After the sex romp threesome, you head to work for your mistress the enchantress as the Witch’s Apprentice. You walk in her home and strip naked. She greets you with a kiss on the cheek as she rubs her beautiful breasts against yours. She says to you, “my lovely you had a wonderful fuck session this morning our orgasms were delicious!” You ask what she meant, and she explains that the potion the two of you made yesterday with your orgasmic juices connects your orgasms to hers and hers to yours, and she further explains that those who find pleasure in the acts caused by it will bring money as a gift to this house. As she says this, the couple you spritzed yesterday evening slides an envelope under the door with $500 in it. You begin brewing a new potion today it starts with draining the juices of a Purple Heart plant, into the cauldron followed by a bottle of red wine, she then has you toss in 10 rose petals, and a dash of rosemary. Today as it boils she guides you to stir counterclockwise and you feel her hardened nipples rubbing against your back and her moist pussy bumping your ass. She continues chant the sensuality wetting your ear from her lips as you repeat line by line after her.

“From each cup of this vine,

The drinkers passion shall be mine,

The heart fresh juice shall give us rest,

As we lose our inhibitions to all our breasts,

Roses checks burn with passion and sex,

Mary’s scent removes our pains in one sweet hex!”

You repeated this chant for what felt like hours; you were sweating and huffing like you were having passionate sex in a car. Your bodies were sticking together from the work as you flopped down exhausted to the ground. To your amazement, the potion continued to stir on its own. You asked the witch, “did you make me and my friends have sex with you?” She laughed dismissively, “no my sweet naive apprentice,” as she pinched your nipple, “I spritzed you and your friends with a similar concoction that you used on that couple this morning it didn’t **** anyone to do something they didn’t already desire, which is why I read your fantasy of all of you in a massive orgy as you worshipped my body in your backyard as your friends went and had their own sexual encounters.”

Puzzled you inquired, “so how did the threesome this morning happen if it doesn’t make it happen?” In a moment of confusion, she looked at you and then answered, “I’m shocked that you didn’t feel the answer in there bodies; I felt it with every breath,” she sucked your nipples to nibble it. The husband desired to please his wife; he knows she is curious about his past swinger party life, the wife has a real desire to understand this type of passion and has some sexual affection towards you. You in the other hand are extremely suppressed; I don’t know how imbalanced your desires allow you to stay with your husband; I mean you enjoy sex with men but not to the level that you desire women.” She sinks her middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy. You squeal, “how do you know this did you make me a lesbian?”

She laughs softly as she makes you hips writhe with ecstasy, “no I couldn’t if I wanted to, witchcraft isn’t about lesbianism but it has dealt with those frames,” she slams and rubs your clit with the heel of her palm. She continued to teach you, “witchcraft has always been about oneness with yourself and the real world. We never limit ourselves to simplistic labels of thinking. We just encourage our brothers and sisters in the craft to be themselves. As fragile men feared this as power from all people they vilified our ways and those that stepped outside of what they deemed normal.” You squirt all over her hand and she rubs it on your face. She hops up and has you help her pour the potion into 6 wine bottles and set them in the moon to allow the glow to enhance their potency. “We will use these at your cookout,” she swatted your ass. You questioned how she knew of the cookout that you didn’t speak of, she laughed and said you had a confirmation hit your phone while you were asleep on the floor. Concerned as you realized you didn’t know the name of your mistress how would you introduce her. The witch laughed and asked, “have you not seen my monicker all over the house?” You looked around at images of bats everywhere. She nodded, “Kate Batts has been the role I have been since lifetimes ago on the banks of the Red River in Adams, TN. You as you enter the ranks of the coven will impose your emblem.”