Mature Mr. Rob and the Witches

As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental (although it is inspired by an overheard conversation of two lovely young goths in a bar). The characters exist only within my imagination. This is a change of pace for me...if it gets a good response, I'll follow through with the sequel.

Apologies are offered if necessary...I have limited knowledge of goth culture or the Wicca religion and mean no disrespect...just a fun little fantasy.

"Roberts, I don't really care how you do it, but I want those damn witches out of my school!" Mr. Grady, our high school principal was giving me my marching orders for the summer school session. The witches he was referring to were three seniors who'd managed to not graduate with their class due to failing their required American History course not once but twice.

Every summer I teach a summer makeup course for students who failed to get through American History for one reason or another, thus allowing them to get their high school diploma. We were in Mr. Grady's office and were reviewing the ten students I would be working with this summer. Three of the students in particular had been Mr. Grady's personal cross to bear for the past four years.

Call them witches, call them Goths, call them pagans...you know the type...students dressed in black, favoring pale white makeup and black fingernail polish...some proclaiming themselves witches, some proclaiming themselves vampires, some just trying out new personas that would be abandoned in time for some other identity and some serious in their beliefs.

In small, rural systems like ours, students like this tended to stick out and many teachers and administrators reacted negatively to them. Myself...as long as you showed up to class on time, turned in assignments on time and did your level best on tests, I wouldn't have cared if you showed up dressed like a fish and wearing a pink tutu.

"So, Boss...are you saying just to pass them and get them out of here?" I asked.

Grady shook his head. "No, no, no. Just...you're a good teacher, Roberts. Do whatever it takes to get them to pass the final exam!"

I had to smile. I have a reputation for being an excellent teacher. I have found that most Goth students are smarter than the average student and if the girls made a real effort, they would do fine.

Two days later, summer school began. Four weeks of class from 8:00 A.M. to 12:00 P.M. five days a week. I had ten students which quickly dwindled to eight students when two Neanderthal jocks realized they were actually expected to work in class. The other five were in the class for various reasons, absenteeism had caught up with them or they simply goofed off too long and couldn't bring their grades up in the end. And then there were my three witches.

They showed up at two minutes to eight, marched confidently into class and set down in the front row. The others had gone silent at the sight of them and even I with 25 years of teaching experience was at a bit of a loss for words at first glance. All three girls were eighteen and should have graduated in the spring.

The leader of the three was Tara...a lovely young woman with long black hair, pale skin and built...well, like the proverbial brick shithouse. She charged into class wearing a tight black sweater with a plunging neckline with a short black dress and black nylons and stilletos. Her sweater rode high, exposing a slight roll of baby fat that actually seemed to make her seem more attractive. Heaving half-globes of breast flesh visibly jiggled as she walked. She had brilliant blue eyes that screamed of defiant intelligence. She had a reputation for being thrown out of class for arguing with teachers and only the fact that she was usually right had so far saved her from expulsion.

Following her came Lisa, a tall, gangly girl, who was slowly blossoming into womanhood. Cats-eye glasses framed her brown eyes and her sandy-brown hair hung down in a curly, unruly mop. She was dressed this morning in leather pants and a white T-shirt with a leather vest. The leather showed off her tight buns and long legs and her breasts, small and pert were very pronounced and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her primary claim to fame was publicly announcing she had put a curse on Mrs. Higgins, the P.E. teacher during her sophomore year. She got two weeks suspension for that and it was never proved that her curse was connected to Gloria Higgins' hair falling out before the year was over.

The last of the trio was Ashley...a dark blonde beauty who had joined the witches of our high school in her junior year. Of medium height, she was one of the prettiest girls in school and one of the shyest. Or at least, she used to be. The boys in the classroom groaned as she strolled in...wearing a classic school girl outfit...short plaid skirt and white dress blouse, both of which were about two sizes too small for her...she looked like a girl from one of those almost smutty Japanese manga comics. She wore the skirt just shy of showing her panties and the blouse offered both cleavage and a clear view of her flat, smooth belly. I thought the black and white saddle shoes were a cute touch. Her outfit showed off her hourglass figure as well as her best features, her shapely legs and ass.

Needless to say, the boys in the classroom were drooling and even an old guy like me...forty-five years old and three years divorced felt a throb between my legs. The girls exuded an air of sexual confidence rarely found in someone eighteen years old, but they all had it and right now their attention was focused on me.

I admit I kinda fumbled my way through the first few minutes and for the first couple of days, had a kind of duel going with Tara as we established ground rules for debates. I found her to be funny and intelligent and accorded her the respect that was due. Delighted with my apparent willingness to be challenged in class, Tara responded in kind. During snack and bathroom breaks, the girls began talking up their Pagan beliefs, even offering me literature to read and were thrilled when I did actually read it.

They took it well when I was honest with them and said that from their material as well as what I researched on my own, that I did believe that many people were serious about their faith, particularly those of the Wicca faith, but that I found much of the Goth culture to be simple affectation or commercialized to appeal to certain elements of society and to make a buck. When they asked if I thought the three of them were serious about their way of life, I was honest as well. I told them that only time would tell. They were pleased with my honesty and that I didn't prejudge them and I can be honest and say they were my best students.

I can also say they were my biggest problem. They flat out intimidated the other students, harshly rejecting any overtures from the five horny teenage boys in the class. By the end of the first week, the rest of the class had retreated to the back rows and avoided my witches like the plague. As the second week passed, I also realized with just a little dismay that the girls were at best flirting with me or at worst something far more serious. Now any male teacher sooner or later runs into female students with a "daddy' fixation...or simply a school girl crush. I've always found that it was best just to pretend not to notice...to be totally clueless. Usually they get disgusted or bored and give it up. My witches were taking it to a whole new level.

Each day brought them in dressed in the most scandalous outfits...pushing the envelope on even our liberal dress code. Skirts got shorter...necklines plunged and if they wore bras, they were those designed to increase the amount of cleavage exposed. Each found reasons to visit me at my desk, leaning over on their elbows, offering up bird's eye views of breast flesh. Their dress code seemed to vary day by day...sometimes all black, sometimes adult schoolgirl fantasy outfits. Their skirts got shorter and shorter. By the end of the second week, they would sit at their desks and carelessly spread their legs, showing off their panties.

I became very familiar with the panty clad mounds of each of my wanton witches. I knew that Tara's bush under her panties was thick and wild...thick black hair peeking out from the elastic bands of her white panties. I knew that Lisa's bush was just as thick, but neatly trimmed...the shadow of it peeking opaquely out from her almost transparent silk panties. And Ashley...I quickly discovered that she kept her pussy shaved and that her panties seemed to be constantly wet...already molded to her mound when she arrived for class. She favored lacey, white silk panties that went transparent in the wet spots.

How I managed to get through my lessons and actually make sense, I don't really know. I worried constantly about the reoccurring hard-ons I was sporting in class and wondering if my students noticed. From the delighted grins of my three witches, I was sure they noticed. Luckily, the others had the typical "I hate school and I'm bored glazed look in their eyes..

Each day during the breaks, my three seductive witches would gather around my desk, seemingly vying for my attention. I would be asked my opinion of their outfits and if the classroom was empty they would strike sexy poses and ask me if I thought they looked pretty. Skirts would get ruffled up...showing off thongs and bare buttocks, garter belts and hose. I would blush and pretend not to get excited, but I'm glad I could hide behind a desk and conceal my raging erections.

Tara would tease me about my evasive comments and warn me, "Be careful, Mr. Rob. We're gonna think you don't like us. We might have to cast a love spell on you!"

The third week they increased their teasing. They reverted to wearing black clothes...primarily, bustieres that uplifted and showed off their breasts to incredible advantage and left their bellies exposed and tight black miniskirts. And they started to expose themselves as they sat in the front rows. It began with the bustiers being low cut and then in the middle of a lecture, a nipple would escape. At first, the witches played hide and seek...pop it out and then tuck it back in.

Tara then began a new phase...leaving a nipple out and idly playing with it...making it erect. Lisa and Ashley soon followed suit and I can now identify each girl by her nipples. Tara's are thick and as large as a quarter, sticking out solidly a quarter inch. Lisa has the cutest little button nipples nestled in puffy aureoles that are so scrumptious looking. Ashley's nipples are large and long...inviting tubes of rubbery flesh that stand out almost an inch when aroused. And my witches certainly worked on getting aroused.

During the breaks, they would hold out lollipops and bare their nipples, asking me if I'd like to suck on something. They would take turns standing behind me and leaning over to say something, allowing me to feel their hard, erect nipples rubbing against my dress shirt. On the third Friday at the end of the day, Lisa and Ashley stood at my desk asking me questions about the weekend assignment while the rest of the room emptied out except for Tara who sat smiling at her desk.

When it was only the three of them left and as I tried to answer Ashley's question about the New Deal, Tara slipped her breasts out of her bustier and began playing with her breasts, kneading and squeezing the meaty tit flesh, teasing her nipples until they were hard. Then as I went dry mouthed, Tara brought a meaty tit to her lips and sucked on her own nipple. The other witches giggled and watched as Tara sighed and wiggled as she sucked first one nipple and then the other. I watched in disbelief as the other gals then crossed the room and before tucking in Tara's tits, each leaned down and watching me watching them, licked their friend's nipples.

They stood beside their friend, caressing her shoulders and the upper halves of her breasts with their fingers while she stared silently at me. Finally Tara smiled and said, "Mr. Rob, you're a good man...a strong man. I don't think there's many around like you. I like you...I like you a lot. Have a nice weekend...have lots of nice dreams."

She stood up and walked to the door, followed by her friends. She stopped in the doorway and turned and smiled at me again. "Monday, things are gonna get really interesting!"

In truth, things got interesting and troubling that weekend. I couldn't get the girls out of my mind. In all my years of teaching, I had never had trouble being tempted by school girls. Oh...I admired their beauty, but had never thought to involve myself with them...preferring women of my own age...even in the worst moments towards the end of my marriage (twelve years to the meanest woman east of the Mississippi River), I was never tempted.

My dreams were the worst...or the most fantastic. I seemed to be having one erotic dream after another...the young, naked, nubile bodies of three young women I just knew were my three witches, swarming over me...making love to me, taking me and fucking me furiously and without relent...their smiling faces becoming contorted with lust and pleasure, voices sometimes whispering sexual promises, sometimes screaming their demands to be pleasured. I had wet dreams for the first time since I was a teenager...not just once, but all through the weekend.

Come Monday, I was both filled with excitement and dread at the prospect of seeing my witches...the dread giving way to hard core lust as they walked through my classroom door...today all dressed in slutty school girl skirts and blouses. Their blouses were unbuttoned to the legal limit, providing everyone with incredible displays of their unfettered breasts...aureoles and nipples visible within their sheer white blouses.

As they all sat down, in unison they pulled their already scandalously short skirts upward, baring their thighs. I almost groaned aloud as I now stared at the bare pussies of all three eighteen year old girls. No longer was anything left to the imagination...from under their desks, each of my witches spread their knees apart and flashed their naked cunts at me.

As I had surmised, Tara's bush was a wild and furry mass of black pubic hair, glistening with wetness and split by a long strip of wet, pink meat. Lisa's brown haired muff was nearly trimmed in a rectangle, leaving her labia fully exposed...now flowered and revealing her arousal. And then there was Ashley...her shaven bare mound seeming to be carnality incarnate. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her pink, glistening wet flesh...labia bloomed and revealing her seemingly virginal flesh.

To this day...I don't know how I got through my lessons. Every instinct in me demanded that I fall to my knees between the spread legs of my temptresses and bury my face in their steamy cunt flesh...knowing that their cunt cream would be the proverbial nectar of the gods.

During the breaks, the girls hovered around my desk as usual, but now were pointedly rubbing themselves against my old metal desk...pressing their skirt covered mounds against the edges...or rubbing against each other. Ashley smiled angelically at me as she pressed her pelvis against Tara's hip as Tara leaned over and let her breasts spill out of her blouse...her large, thick nipples throbbing with excitement.

On Tuesday, things got more intense. Again wearing little plaid skirts sans panties, my witches were content to flash me until we had our first break. When we resumed the lesson, Lisa spread her thighs and then ran her left hand down under her desk and between her legs and began to finger her pussy. One finger and then two fingers stroked up and down the length of her vagina, spreading her labia and then slowly inserting themselves into her wet, inviting flesh. Lisa's lively face went slack jawed as she began to thrust in and out with more vigor...she wiggled in her seat as I covered the bombing of Pearl Harbor...having orgasmic explosions of her own. I give her credit for not betraying her actions to the rest of the class. As she floated back to Earth, she smiled up at me and then removed her cream coated fingers from her clasping cunt and bringing them up to her mouth, slowly licked them off.

Next, Tara began to do the same...her fingers slipping though her furry bush to spread wide her cunt lips and begin fingering herself. Unlike Lisa, Tara focused more on her clit, furiously teasing her meaty little digit with a finger while two others plunged in and out of her creamy hole. She too managed to cum quietly, although I almost sobbed as I watched her juices almost spray from her quivering cunt. Her fingers were soaked with her juices and she brazenly sucked them clean, licking her lips as she finished and winking saucily at me.

Finally, Ashley began her teasing fun. She was less vigorous than the others, slowly teasing herself...fingers running up and down her naked twat, agitating her clitoris, stroking her fingers slowly through her wet flesh until her thighs were gleaming with her arousal. She bit her lip as she orgasmed, eyes closed with the sweet intensity of the moment. Unlike her friends, she had not plunged her fingers deeply in and out of her pussy and I understood why when she mouthed the words, "I'm a virgin."

During the last break, they gathered around me as usual, teasing me with comments like, "Gee, Mr. Rob...I bet you're hungry!" and "What would you like to eat for lunch, Mr. Rob?" The air was ripe with their aromas...their scent wafted into my nose and made my head swim.

My dreams continued each night that week...getting more and more intense. I dreamed I was between each girl's thighs, fucking her hard with the hardest erections I had ever experienced.

On Wednesday, the girls repeated their little show, fingerfucking themselves almost constantly. My other students were restless as well...not realizing that they were inhaling the sexual scent of my witches that filled my classroom and made it smell like a bordello.

Thursday, my witches put on a new show. Tara began by pulling a hairbrush from her purse. It had a thick, wooden handle and she slowly brought it down to her exposed cunt and began to thrust it into her wet hole. As she brought herself to orgasm, she barked like a dog...the other students laughing at what they assumed was a bored Goth trying to annoy me. I just tried to laugh and said, "Settle down, Tara," even as I eyed the cunt cream pooling between her thighs on the seat.

Lisa leaned over and took the hairbrush from Tara's limp hand. She smiled and brought the handle slowly to her lips and licked the wetness off. I had to sit down at that point and instructed the class to work on a review from their text. I felt as if my cock was going to explode at any moment. I slowly mastered myself while Lisa fucked herself with the handle of the hairbrush. My eyes never left her magical pussy while she plunged it deep inside herself. Her other hand dropped her pencil as she began to orgasm, running upwards to her blouse and pinching her erect nipple pressing against the sheer fabric.

As she calmed down, Ashley reached over and plucked the hairbrush...literally dripping with Lisa's pussy juices. She watched me react as she slowly slipped the length of the brush handle into her own mouth, sucking it clean of her friend's creamy twat juices. As she had done the previous days, Ashley didn't fuck herself with the hairbrush, but ran it up and down her naked cunt, teasing herself until she came...her face that of an orgasming angel. She brought the wet handle to her lips and mouthed the words, "I wish this was you," at me and licked it clean of her own juices.

It was my turn to muffle moans as her silent words and actions were too much and all three of my beautiful witches grinned wickedly as I shivered and ejaculated in my pants. I felt myself blushing...embarrassed and aroused at the same time. As my semen cooled inside my shorts, the girls continued to pass around the brush as the minutes ticked down for the end of class. Each naughty girl slipped the brush handle into her pussy or against her soaked cunt meat until the handle was dripping wet.

When class dismissed, Tara slipped the handle deep inside her cunt, letting the edge of the bristles tangle in her bush. When only the three witches were left, she stood up, brush handle still inserted in her cunt and with her skirt raised, waddled over to me, showing off her incredible cunt muscle control.

I tried to say something...to protest their outrageous actions, but I couldn't find the words...fear was thick within me that if I addressed them directly about their behavior that my resistance to what they offered would collapse.

Tara slowly pulled the hairbrush handle from her sopping wet pussy and sat in down in front of me. "Souvenir," she whispered in my ear. "Goodbye, Mr. Rob...sweet dreams tonight. The three witches walked away, their asses swinging invitingly as they left the classroom...Ashley doing a last little tease by flipping up the back of her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt and exposing her sweet, tight ass as she walked away.

After they left, I stared a long time down at the cunt-cum covered brush handle. In my mind, I could see it slipping into the folds of each girl's lovely pussy. My nostrils flared with their scent. Drops of pussy juice actually fell from the brush handle. Without thinking, I snatched up the brush and began licking it hungrily. Ambrosia! Their mixed juices tasted divinely sweet. As I ran my tongue over the handle, I heard the loud giggles of my three vixens. I looked up, but the classroom doorway was empty. Still, I knew that somehow...through trickery or magic, my three students knew what I had just done.

After another night of troubled but exciting dreams, I came to school for the last day of summer classes...wondering how things would end. My girls as usual were the last to enter the classroom...today tricked out in black scoop necked sweaters and black mini-mini skirts. As each girl passed my desk, they smiled lovingly at me and said, "Good morning, Mr. Rob!" Each had a lollipop in their mouth. As I struggled to get through the morning lesson, each began their tease by working the suckers over with their tongues...Tara exhibiting a talented tongue that that guy from KISS would be envious of.

At some unseen signal, each girl stopped licking their lollipop and quietly lowered them down under their desks and between their wide spread thighs. I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of my head as I watched the girls began teasing their young pussies with their sticky lollipops. My mouth watered as I watched each sugar confection become coated and even stickier with their sweet sugar pussy cream.

At the break, they approached me as the others fled to restrooms or the snack machines. Lisa came up and in a little girl voice said, "Mister Rob! Tara says her sucker is better tasting than mine. I know my sugar snack tastes better!"

"Uh-uh!" growled Tara. "My little sweet snack tastes better than yours, Lisa!"

"Forget it, girls. I've got the tastiest lick in town," chimed in Ashley.

All three of my witches glared teasingly at each other then broke down into giggles. Tara leaned over, showing off the deep valley of her cleavage. "Mr. Rob. Why don't you decide? Take a lick of this," she whispered huskily. She waved her lollipop under my nose. I could smell the strong scent of her young pussy.

"I...uh...I shouldn't." I managed to mutter. I pulled my head back, only to run into Lisa's breasts as she stood behind me.

Tara grinned. "Sure you can, Mr. Rob. You know you want to try it. You know it's gonna taste sooo good!" She brushed the lollipop against my lips and I almost involuntarily licked my lips. Her juices tasted wonderful...a bit salty yet sweet. "Yeah, Mr. Rob. This is something you'd like to lick all day." She pressed the candy against my lips and I opened my mouth and took the sucker into my mouth...Tara's cunt cream arousing my taste buds. I groaned around the lollipop as I savored her juices.

She slowly pulled it out. "See...told you you'd like it."

I found my voice only to be amazed at my reply. "No, Tara. I love it!"

Now it was her turn to widen her eyes in surprise. She blushed and grinned even as Lisa moved around me...letting her nipples drag across the back of my shirt. "Try me, Mr. Rob. You're gonna love my taste too!" She thrust her lollipop into my face and out of self defense, I opened my mouth and began tasting her cunt cream as well. Of all three girls, Lisa's pussy seemed to always produce the most juices, so there was a thick coating of her tasty fluids. She tasted as sweet as Tara, but different...more of a fishy taste, but still delicious as any pussy juices I have ever tasted.

When I finished, I smiled up at her and said, "Mmm, mmm, good!" Lisa began to blush too...and when she tried to reply, actually stuttered and turned away.

Inwardly, I was kicking myself...these were still my students and I knew better. But before I could do anything else, Ashley leaned in, giving me a perfect view of her spectacular breasts. "Now me, Mr. Rob! Once you've tasted my sugar treat, you'll never want to stop licking!" She offered up her lollipop and I reached out and began tonguing her juices off. Her juices were truly sweet...not a bit of saltiness or fishy taste to them...clean and fresh and layered on the lollipop, incredibly sweet! I had no reply...but my smile told her how much I enjoyed the taste of her pussy. Ashley blushed like the others.

All three continued to stand there...waiting, until I realized they were waiting for an answer. Now even befuddled by three teasing witches, I'm not stupid. "Ladies...like sweet flowers in a garden, who can judge one sweeter than the rest? One should not waste time trying to decide such things, but rather savor the sweet flavor of each one."

The girls laughed at that and seemed pleased by my comments. Class resumed as did their teasing. My witches all produced new lollipops and continued to diddle themselves, pausing to trade lollipops with each other so they could taste each others juices. I managed to finish my lesson and announced that the final exam would be held Monday morning at eleven o'clock. I informed the class that I would be in the classroom from 8:00 to 11:00 A.M. if anyone needed last minute study help. My witches as usual were the last to leave. Each temptress coming up to my desk and brazenly rubbing their candy lollipops against their wet and sticky pussies and then silently handing them to me.

Ashley was the last to leave and she smiled. "Have a good weekend, Mr. Rob. See you in your dreams." And I did. Again, my witches were all I thought about and my dreams were wall to wall carnality starring my three witches and myself.

Every night, my dreams were of our bodies in a continuous tangle making love to each other. I woke up many times and surprised myself by masturbating to the images burned into my mind...of Ashley sitting on my cock, slowly riding me while Tara and Lisa took turns riding my face...of fucking Tara up the ass while she rimmed Ashley who on her knees was licking Lisa's pussy and asshole...of fucking Lisa while I fistfucked Tara and Ashley...of all three of my witches sucking and sucking and sucking my always hard cock.

Needless to say, I was a tired fella when I arrived at school Monday morning. It has been my experience that although I always offer to be available for study help before the exam, no one ever takes me up on it and I have a relaxing, quiet morning getting things in order. I expected things to be no different that Monday and I've never been more wrong.

Shortly after I arrived, there was a knock at my classroom door and in strolled my three young witches. They had again decided to dress alike...again it was the slutty school girl outfits...short plaid skirts and blouses unbuttoned to reveal most of their breasts. "Good morning, Mr. Rob," they called out in unison. All three made a beeline for my desk.

"Good morning, ladies. Here to study?"

Tara smirked and replied, "Not exactly, Mr. Rob...although we do need your help." She came up and set on my desk next to me, showing off her shapely legs...not quite revealing whether today she was wearing panties.

"How can I be of help?"

Tara glanced at the other two and then smiling evilly said, "Mr. Rob...you know we're witches, right. Well, Ashley here has been working on a spell that will help us study better before the test."

"Really?' I replied.

Ashley strolled up and stood very close to me, leaning over to whisper in my ear, her breasts rubbed against my shoulder, informing me that she was again braless. "Really, Mr. Rob. We've already completed most of the ritual, but we need one more component for the spell to work."

"And what would that be, Ashley?" I asked even as she sat down on the other side of my desk and she and Tara began to edge their way towards each other, making me instinctively roll my office chair back. From my new position, I could see that both girls were without panties again. I felt my already half erect cock begin to swell to full length.

Ashley leaned forward, showing off her magnificent breasts barely contained in her blouse. "For the spell to work, each of us need to drink the seed of a wise man," she said in a whisper.

"Uh...excuse me?"

"We need to drink the seed...the essence of a wise man." Ashley moved forward and pressed her palm against the crotch of my pants. "I need to drink what's in here, Mr. Rob...I need to take it from you...to suck it from your lovely manhood." She deftly slipped to her knees and began to work my zipper.

As she did so, Lisa appeared at my shoulder, her arms wrapping around my neck as she whispered into my ear, "We need to suck your cock, Mr. Rob. From you, from your hot semen, we can take your essence...please Mr. Rob...help us!" I felt her tongue flick out and tease my ear, then her lips sucked my earlobe.

Tara was beside me now too, my left hand in her hands. "Please, Mr. Rob! I know you want to help us...we need to taste your seed...you're the wisest man we know. She brought my fingers to her lips and began to suck on them slowly.

"Ladies! Girls...we can't! It's wrong!"

Ashley freed my cock from my pants and cooed, "Ooooh, Mr. Rob! Nothing this hard and big and beautiful can be wrong and we do need it. We need your semen...your wonderful seed...please!" Ashley looked up at me with her hazel eyes so big and round. "I know you like us, Mr. Rob. I know you like me! I know you're gonna like this!" and she ovaled her lips and sucked my cock inside her mouth.

I groaned as her tongue rolled over my hard cock...so warm and soft. She claimed to be a virgin, but she definitely knew her way around a cock. Her eyes never leaving mine, Ashley proceeded to give me a glorious blowjob, slowly sucking and licking my stiff erection, her tongue running up and down the length of my shaft and then gliding around and around my swollen cock head.

As Ashley sucked my cock, Lisa and Tara were busy as well...Tara kissed me, offering me her tongue which I happily accepted while Lisa kissed her way down my neck and then up to my mouth where she joined the kiss, her tongue competing with Tara's to dance with mine. I tossed caution to the wind...mad with desire for these young witches. Tara took my hand and led it to her own heaving, meaty breasts which had somehow become bare. Her nipples were swollen and hard, throbbing as I pinched them. Ashley continued her furious blow job, lavishing attention on my aching hard-on with a skill that belied her young age.

Too soon I felt the beginnings of my orgasm and gasped out, "I'm gonna...oh...GONNA CUM!" I felt Ashley's lips tighten around the head of my cock and she sucked on my dick even harder and I exploded in her mouth as I roared wordlessly with pleasure! Streamer after thick streamer of cum shot into the young witch's mouth, her making gobbling noises that were both innocent and obscene. She gulped for air and a spurt of my semen dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.

Tara was on her knees in an instant, her tongue shooting out to lick up the escaped sliver of my sperm. "Nothing wasted," she panted! As Lisa fell to her knees, Ashley finished me up...sucking the last of my load into her mouth. I felt my cock begin to soften as Ashley let me slip from her mouth only to feel my cock regain its vigor as Ashley turned to Lisa and opened her mouth, displaying the thick load of my semen on her tongue and kissing, shared it with her friend. I watched as Lisa's tongue darted into Ashley's open mouth and scooped up a thick blob of my seed, a long streamer of cum hanging between them to splatter on their clothes as Ashley then turned and offered my semen to Tara.

Lisa smacked her lips and turned to me and her mouth was on my cock before I could move. She kissed my cum covered crown and said, "More, Mr. Rob. We need more of your essence. Please, Mr. Rob!" And she began to suck my cock. I groaned as she rolled her long tongue over my extremely sensitive glans before taking me deep into her mouth...deepthroating me till her soft, plump lips brushed my pubic hair. Her hand expertly cupped and gently caressed my balls. Lisa began a rapid up and down motion with her mouth...getting my cock slobbery wet with her saliva.

Meanwhile, Tara and Ashley were locked in a passionate kiss, their lips smeared with my semen. Tara's hand crept downwards and under Ashley's short skirt and by Ashley's moans, I knew that Tara was playing with her wet pussy. Ashley responded in kind, raising Tara's skirt up and palming her friend's hairy cunt before thrusting two fingers inside with great familiarity.

Lisa sucked furiously on my aching cock for long, long minutes, taking breaks only to hold my cock in her hand while she ran her tongue up the underside of my cock. "I need your seed, Mr. Rob! Please cum and let me have your stuff!" she begged in a little girl voice that made my cock throb. She went back to deepthroating me as both Ashley and Tara moved up behind her. They raised the kneeling girl's skirt, revealing her pale skinned ass cheeks. Lisa began moaning against my cock as the other girls' hands slipped down and between her legs.

The sight of Tara and Ashley fingering Lisa while they fingered each other's cunts was too much for me. With a bellow, I exploded again...shooting an amazing amount of sperm into Lisa's mouth. Like Ashley before her, she sucked hard and milked me clean of my load and then she turned and my three witches shared a second cum drenched kiss.

My head was spinning and I was panting with exhaustion as Tara broke away from the others, long streamers of my spunk trailing away and breaking to splatter on her exposed breasts. Before I could hold out my hand and protest that I was spent, she reached out and trailed one black painted fingernail lightly over the length of my still semihard cock. "One more feeding of your essence, Mr. Rob and the spell is complete," she whispered with lips shiny with jism. Let me pleasure you."

I shook my head and replied, "I've cum twice already...I can't get it up again!"

Tara grinned as she licked the head of my cock, teasing my piss hole with her tongue. "Of course you can, Mr. Rob...it's sex magic...the best, the most powerful magic." She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and did incredibly things with her tongue and my cock rose again, swelling larger than I ever remembered. Tara let me slip from her mouth and laughed. "See, Mr. Rob? You are under my spell, so you might as well enjoy it!"

I let my head fall back and groaned at the intense pleasure that Tara was giving me as she expertly began sucking my cock. Maybe it was magic. I mean, I am forty-five years old and it had been twenty years or more since I had managed to stay hard after two back to back orgasms. The nerve endings in my penis were super sensitive after all the erotic attention and each touch of Tara's tongue was an experience of pleasure so strong it bordered on pain. And Tara knew her business. She made each movement of her tongue into a symphony of drawn out erotic pleasure.

She groaned as Ashley drew up behind her and began fingering her cunt. Ashley smiled at me as her fingers plunged in and out of Tara's pussy. Then she stood up and walked around to me. She held up three fingers, shiny with Tara's cunt cream. She brushed my lips with them, whispering, "Enjoy, Mr. Rob!"

Lisa knelt behind Tara and began fingering her friend's twat. When I had licked Ashley's fingers clean, she turned and returned to kneel behind Tara while Lisa stood and came to me and offered me her fingers drenched in Tara's pussy juices. Before she and Ashley traded places again, Lisa bent over and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to dance and play with my tongue. "I've been dreaming of doing that, Mr. Rob!" she breathed as she broke the kiss.

As I was offered the taste of Tara's twat again and again, Tara continued her sexual torture of my cock...making my toes literally curl as her tongue did all sorts of things while her free hand began caressing my balls and exploring further...her fingernail tracing a path towards my asshole.

Tara's warm finger pressed against my back door and then I grunted as she pressed her finger into my anus...not a painful sensation, but one I wasn't used to. Tara chuckled around my cock and drove her finger deeper...pressing against my prostate which did provoke a major reaction.

I felt my cockhead swell and then in the most intense orgasm in my life, I exploded in Tara's mouth...shooting jets of semen in quantities I wouldn't have believed possible. She gobbled my cum hungrily as her probing finger intensified my orgasm, her cheeks ballooning out as she tried to hold off swallowing my cum until choking she let my throbbing, exploding cock slip from her mouth just as I shot my last massive wad of jizzum, splattering her face and black hair with my sperm!

Lisa and Ashley rushed to her side and immediately began kissing her, accepting her offering of my thick wads of semen. They kissed and then licked her face clean of my seed. With faces still shiny with semen and saliva, they held hands, chanted softly before thanking the goddess and asking for her blessing in allowing my wisdom to course through their bodies as represented by my seed.

Ashley came over and kissed the head of my cock and then respectfully tucked me back in and zipped up my pants. "Thank you, Mr. Rob," she whispered.

"It was...um, my pleasure," I murmured...still stunned at what happened.

Ashley slowly shook her head. "Oh no...it was our pleasure to accept such a generous (and she licked her lips), and delicious gift from you." She stood up and leaning over...her still very erect nipples pressing again my shirt...kissed me long and slow...her tongue fluttering against mine...sharing the taste of my own semen with me. "All gifts return three fold, Mr. Rob. And yours was a tremendous gift!" Ashley whispered again in my ear. "Don't forget that, Mr. Rob."

Ashley smiled and joined the others. .All three of my witches then moved to their seats and began to study quietly, offering me the occasional shy or wicked glance, casually spreading their legs and continuing to expose their young pussies to me

At eleven o'clock, they and the rest of my summer class took their final exams. My three witches were the last to leave of course. Each turned in their exam, leaned over and kissed me passionately, whispered "Thank you," and strolled out of my classroom. Ashley was the last to leave. After a cock stiffening kiss, she whispered, "Goodbye, Mr. Rob." At the door, she stopped and turned, offering me an inspiring view of her in profile. "Remember, Mr. Rob...all gifts return three fold. You have something to look forward to." And she walked out of my classroom, leaving me to ponder her last words.​