The Cauldron

The witches were little more than girls really. Just foolish young things, flighty and naively unprepared. Some might even call them empty headed. It was Halloween and they pranced around the cauldron, flinging their schoolclothes away until they were dressed in just their lacey bras and panties. Elizabeth even kissed Nancy, but the girls were too shy to indulge too deeply in the sin of sapphic pleasure.

Kimberly moaned as vapors from the cauldron seeped out into her nostrils, she was naked, her panties abandoned in favor of a sweaty nudity. Her fingers slipped between her legs as she rubbed the naughty treasure between her supple thighs. Murmurs of lust escaped her gently parted lips and she whispered blasphemies of witchcraft to herself, wishing the Black Man would arrive to impregnate her with demon seed. Promising her womb to him.

Sarah stared at Kimberly's shameful display and felt a spreading wetness deep in her young pussy. When Elizabeth's delicate hands slipped under Sarah's blouse and cupped her breasts in a wicked squeeze, the girl was so wrapped up in the heady odors from the Cauldron that she scarcely even noticed until manicured thumbs and forefingers were pinching her nipples and her bra was slipping down. The delightful pain only heightened Sarah's arousal.

Nancy was kissing Sarah... and Kimberly watched. The steaming boil and bubble from the great black pot driving the girls into a decadent frenzy. They were right on the verge of a teenage meltdown, an orgy of licking and sucking and oral raptures. None of them expected to be caught by Miss Coxwell, the school's Head Librarian...