Wicca Club

You and Maria entered a dark and gloomy room. "Where the fuck are we?" you asked, entering a part of the high school you had never seen before.

"It's the old AV room, before they switched to working off of laptops and cell phones. They use it for other school clubs now. Specifically, the Wicca Club."

You walked around an old slide projector, covered in fake cobwebs, as you approached the door to the Club President, Priestess Cassandra. Or, Cassie Downy as you knew her growing up. She was a month younger than you, apart of the graduating class this year, and only a few days shy of Maria. So, she was immune to any of your sexual advances, which made you feel a little at ease around her, even if she was surrounded by lame Halloween decorations.

Maria explained what you had explained to her, as Cassandra pondered the words you were said. "It's possible that this old witch may be following you or stalking you for some reason, although I don't see anything magickal about your ability to fuck older women. It's just common sense," she said as you ignored the last bit.

"No one else has seen her."

You shook your head no.

"Hmm... maybe she's a mental projection. Or, using some kind of **** hypnotic suggestion on the crowd. She would show up in the video tape if the latter was true."

You pulled up the University's YouTube link and scroll past the part with you deflowering your sister. No clear shots of the crowd were taken. A couple quick glimpses from the handheld cameras didn't reach up into the farthest corner. Cassandra frowned.

"What did she look like?"

As Cassandra grabbed an art pad, she adeptly listened to your every description, describing the naked hag accurately, including the mole on her nose, the left eye lower than the right, the bald spot near her right ear. The signs of a craggy c-section scar. Every detail was seared in your brain, somehow.

Cassandra's pale skin was trembling as she drew the image. She recognized the hag. She grabbed a book off of the Wicca Library, inbetween some old AV book shelves, and opened to a page showing a woodcut from 1605. "Is this her?" she said, as you stared at an old woman wearing an open robe as townsmen ran in fear of her. She was a dead ringer for your gypsy stalker. You shook your head yes.

"That's not just a witch. That's the Witch of Endor. She foretells ****."

"She's going to kill me?!"

"Probably not, but she might be manipulating you to kill yourself, like she did King Saul in the Bible. Legend says he tried to kill all wizards in Israel, and she did not like this. You did something to incur her wrath."

"I used up too much magic?"

"Maybe. Whatever you dreamed changed the world so drastically, that she wants you dead to restore things. Other than the supposed 'sex with older women' dream, was there anything else you asked for? Anything out of the ordinary?"

You said she wouldn't understand, and she narrowed her eyes. "Be honest with me."

"I am as honest as I can be. Is there any way to stop her?"

"We can plead with her, from the spirit realm where she resides, as I'm sure she's unavailable at that shop. But... the only way to enter is a bit unconventional."

Cassandra brought out another tome. SEX MAGICK marked the cover. "When two beings represent the God and the Goddess at perfect bliss - a mutual orgasm - they enter into the spirit realm, and can commune with the dead. Or, in this case, an immortal sorceress.

Maria's eyes narrowed, as she grabbed my hand tighter. "You want to fuck him?"

"No. He's too close to the Witch. I need a third party, someone connected to John but willing to go to the Ethereal Plane. I want to fuck you, Maria."

Maria gulped. "Okay," you said, preventing Maria from accepting or declining by instinct. But she accepted anyway. "Anything to save John."

A plan was set forward. Midnight at the Old Jewish Cemetery. She'll be strongest there, amongst the spirits of the dead. You and Maria would arrive, get skyclad, and await the Wicca Club to arrive, in proper attire. Then, they would form a pentagram, where Maria and Cassandra would fuck, and commune with the Witch of Endor to ask for your relief and protection.

"In the mean time," said Cassandra, "... we need a protection spell to alert John if there's anything amiss going on, magickally speaking."

"You... you want to fuck, right now," said Maria, unsure of the rampant lesbianism she was going to be engaged in.

"No. You and I need to reserve our sexual energy for tonight. No sex. But John, you need to fuck somebody pronto. I don't care who."

As you pondered fucking Janie or Miss Stevens, the locked door suddenly opened. "What are you kids doing in here? John?! You're supposed to be here fucking your sister! These girls are younger. Give me two reasons why I shouldn't get you kicked out of this building and banned for life right now."

"Mrs. Johansson," you said to the strictest (and only) Assistant Principal you knew, "take off your clothes and prepare to be fucked."

Mrs. Johansson didn't object in the slightest. She was actually quite kind, for once, when stripping down and preparing to fuck. A very toned body, from her years as a former PE teacher, was on display when she finally took off her pants and bra. The massive melons that were the stuff of legend were now at your fingertips, as you pawed her breasts to no objection. Out of sight from Mrs. Johansson, the lights dimmed, and Cassandra removed her clothes. Skyclad. You lined up with your former administrator's pussy as you looked at the pale, white body of your supposed benefactor. Blue eyes were shared between Johansson and Cassandra, but not much else. Cassandra had pitch black (died) hair, with black lipstick and a layer of foundation that probably cost more than your sister's last car.

Some dark magick mantra played, as Mrs. Johansson looked around in confusion. "Relax," you said, as you began fucking the administrator, "it gets me in the mood." It was a smooth fuck, and you enjoyed the view as Cassandra danced rhythmically and ritually to the tones, as Maria stood nearby, a look of confusion and perhaps jealousy on her face. She didn't mind you fucking Mrs. Johansson, just that you were watching Cassandra as you did so.

As you quickened your pace, Johansson quickened her breaths. She quickened her pants. She quickened her gasps. You were on the verge of ejaculation when Cassandra placed her hands, one on your chest and the other between Johansson's breasts, channeling sexual energy between you both as an instant orgasm came and went, alongside a voluminous amount of swimmers into Johannson's most important orifice.

"What the fuck?!" shouted Johansson as she pushed you off of her. "Ms. Downey, get dressed this instant!" she said, while in a completely lewd lack of attire herself. "Doe... you can fuck me or any of the teachers all you want. But you cannot, under any circumstances, involve an underage student."

"She's 18..."

"I don't give a fuck! If she's younger than you, she's off-limits. This is not your personal bordello. You want to fuck your sisters. Fine. You want to fuck me. Great. But you lay a hand another finger on any of these younger women. Like Cassandra Downey, or your girlfriend over there hiding in the corner, then I will not hesitate to get the police involved. You can fuck all the older women you want from behind bars. I'm going to have to call both your parents and report this chicanery. See what they say!"

And with that, Mrs. Johansson turned around and stormed out, leaving all of her clothing behind.

"Dude, you best get the fuck out. You'll be protected until midnight, and then we can go from there." Cassandra slipped on her one-piece black dress.

You grabbed Maria's hand to leave, but she pulled away. "I think I need to stay here with Cassandra. We need to, uh, practice for tonight." She seemed a little disgusted, or perhaps intrigued, by the prospect of lesbian sex. "We'll meet up, soon enough." She gave you a close kiss as she pushed you towards the door.

Outside the old AV room/Wicca Club, was your sister, texting while still topless. "How was Mrs. Johansson?" she asked, as you grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. "Woah..."

"Let's go home and fuck!" you said loudly for the whole, uninterested crowd to hear. She nodded but then, "what about the car?"

"We'll get a ride," you said. If sex kept the witch at bay, you would be fucking like rabbits until midnight.