Jade slammed the screen door shut and stomped in after Katie. 

“You really don’t get why I’m upset?” It came out sounding a little louder and more agitated than she had meant it to, but it had been building up inside her for a couple weeks now. She had already subconsciously put her curly red hair up in a ponytail as soon as the conversation got heated. 

Katie threw her duffel bag on the floor and whirled to face Jade, her sleek black hair swishing dramatically as she did so. Jade knew that Katie did that on purpose. She had to know how sexy she was when she did that. Katie let her arms fall to her sides and cocked her head in exasperation, sighed, and bit her lower lip. 

“I do understand, Jade. I know you think I spend more time with Tara than you, but I don’t think that’s true. I mean, we live together. I get to see you all the time.” 

Jade balled her fists and clenched her eyes shut for a moment, frustrated at having to repeat herself in so many ways. 

“It isn’t how MUCH time you spend with her, it’s the KIND of time you spend compared to me. You go to all these fun events and vacations together, but the time we spend together is usually just ordering pizza and watching a show or something.”

“But Jade, up until Tara was in the picture, you always said you preferred to stay in!” Katie shook her head and stepped toward Jade. Jade felt herself soften a bit as her beautiful half-Latina girlfriend looked up at her through long, dark lashes. “You’re only just now acting like you ever wanted to do those things.”

“Maybe I do, though.” This time, it came out gentler than Jade had intended. Katie always seemed so good at soothing her, even without trying. Like water to her fire. 

“I mean, if you really do want to do things like go to sexercise classes and tantric yoga retreats, we absolutely can. I just don’t want you to say you wanna do these things just because Tara does. You’re two different people, and I love you both for being yourselves.” Katie suddenly grinned up at Jade. “Besides, sometimes I need a good Netflix and chill, too.” 

Katie’s hands shot out to grab Jade. She quickly pulled her in, her fingers digging into Jade’s ass cheeks, clad in forest green yoga pants. Jade couldn’t resist Katie. Despite 4 years of dating, 2 of which were living together, she still got so excited when her girlfriend gave her that look.

It wasn’t long before their clothes were strewn about the living room and trailing off toward the bedroom. After a significant amount of vigorous reconnecting, during which sheets and pillows ended up in unconventional places around the room, Katie and Jade lay naked in each other’s arms.

“I have an idea.” Katie hugged Jade tightly and whispered in her ear. “What if we all go to an event together?” 

Jade paused a moment to consider this. “You mean, like, we go to a class or event as a… throuple? A… threesome?” She didn’t even know exactly how to phrase it, but was honestly still working through how even dinner with Katie’s other partner would feel.

“I don’t think we’d have to label anything. I think actually going to a party could help break the ice between you two. I have met so many people I never -”

“But that’s different. The people you met weren’t intimately involved with your girlfriend, Katie.” Jade tensed, and then loosened her grip on Katie to pull back. She wasn’t sure how to feel about this discussion.

“Look, I understand. You two haven’t met more than a few times, and I know we’re still adjusting to being fully open. Maybe just think about it, and we can come back to it later?” Katie looked Jade directly in the eyes, her big brown ones meeting Jade’s green ones. 

Jade held her breath for a moment, again speechless while looking at Katie. She still couldn’t believe that she’d been her first female lover, after hooking up at a party. Here they were again, in bed, in the house they had shared for two years, and navigating an open relationship together. After all they had weathered, couldn’t they get through this, too?

Jade sighed… and then chuckled softly. “You know… what the hell. Let’s do it. If we’ve got this far, I bet we can do anything.”

Katie grabbed Jade’s arm, eyes becoming wide with disbelief. “You mean it? Are you sure?”

Jade nodded and smiled back at her lover, trepidation mixing with tenderness. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she wanted to, for Katie.
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“It’d be different if I didn’t just see you eat that ice cream cone with my own two eyes,” Tara giggled at Jade, hand over her mouth. “I swear I’m never going to think about you the same way. Now I have part of the answer to ‘what that tongue do.’” Tears of mirth broke free from Tara’s eyes as she struggled to regain composure.

Walking up to the exercise studio, Katie and Jade were in quite a state as well, after hearing Tara’s comparison of licking an ice cream cone to eating pussy. 

Jade had to admit that this situation was a whole lot more fun than the fly-by-night meetings with Tara she’d experienced in the past. It had already been a whole different dynamic to share an ice cream cone - yes, just the one - with her girlfriend, and her girlfriend’s girlfriend, than meeting at awkward intervals between Katie hanging out with one or the other of them. 

“Dude, don’t worry about how well I eat pussy, I’m worried about how well you’re gonna take dick.” Jade’s face contorted with a breathless laugh, one hand holding her stomach.

“Boo, you know how good you take a thick purple dildo from behind! Doesn’t make you any less gay!” Katie cackled. 

“Alright, alright, fine, Kay, I was just trynna give her some shit before we are all about to ride silicone cocks in front of each other,” Jade rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, but couldn’t keep a straight face as she did so. “This isn’t your everyday group activity, you know.”

Katie opened her mouth to retort, but as she swung open the studio door, the wave of chatter from inside interrupted her. 

In the small anteroom to the fitness studio, the ten-ish people inside sounded like a busy conference room. As per the flyer, this class was for “vagina owners” due to the specific nature of the cycling class. 

Still, Jade was happy to see that, like herself, not all presented overtly femme. They were all here for a unique experience, that was all. And, with her partner and metamour in tow, it certainly seemed like a unique experience was on the way. 

Katie found the logbook, while Jade and Tara wandered past the next set of open doors. 

“Once you’ve signed in, come over and find a bike! I’ll help set it up to start and we’ll get going in a couple minutes,” the petite instructor called out from the front of the classroom. 

Upon entering the room, Jade noticed that each stationary bicycle, though very similar to a normal studio machine, was fitted with a gear that appeared to integrate a vertical shaft not commonly incorporated with a bicycle wheel. 

Jade walked up to a bicycle. Although the seat was currently nothing more than a seat, there was a place in the middle where something could be screwed in. Jade looked around and spied a few baskets of dildos in the corners of the room - perhaps potential accompaniments to a vertical shaft?

“Let’s grab these three!” Katie’s voice came from the back corner. Jade turned to see Katie and Tara starting to set up their bikes. 

Presently, the instructor, who introduced herself as Rochelle, came around to ensure that all three girls had their bikes set at the proper height and pitch, especially essential for the “toy phase” of the ride. 

After making a round to all the participants, Rochelle was back at the front and mounting her own bike facing the class. 

“If you’d like, you can remove your clothes now, or wait until after the warm up!” Rochelle instructed, as she began pedaling. She, herself, was still technically clothed, but wearing the tiniest set of booty shorts and sports bra Jade had ever seen.

The girls glanced around the low-lit room, deciding what to do. There were only about 10 other people besides themselves, but it looked as though these were seasoned “sexercise class” participants - most of them had already discarded their clothes in a corner and were saddling up on their bikes. 

With a glance and a shrug between the girls, they decided to ditch their clothes now. Jade had never spent this much time with Tara, let alone seen her naked. She took advantage of the few moments Tara was turned away while sliding off her shorts to appreciate the alluring curves of her backside. 

She wasn’t quite as covert as she’d thought. Katie was smirking and gave Jade a wink when she noticed. Jade felt her face warm. Between checking out Katie’s girlfriend in front of her and seeing Katie in all her gorgeous, nude, big-boobed glory, she knew her pale face would have betrayed her with a deep blush under her freckles.

Jade returned a shy smile and immediately busied herself with mounting her bike. 

“Once you’re settled on your bike, I’d like you to get into a comfortable rhythm with your pedal strokes. Place your hands on the handlebars with a relaxed grip…” Rochelle proceeded to go through some safety tips and what sounded like a standard start-of-fitness-class spiel. Then, she dove seamlessly into the not so standard-issue stuff.

“During our warm-up, take notice of the fun little ridges at the tip of the saddle. I think tilting your pelvis forward a bit helps to take full advantage,” Rochelle told the class with a wink. 

“Our warm-up is for more than just our muscles today, right, guys? I’m expecting the seat to be more slippery by the time we get to phase two,” Rochelle laughed. It didn’t sound like this was the first time she’d ever announced to a room full of people that they should rub their clit on something to get juices flowing, and it made Jade smile.

Jade was already rubbing her increasingly sensitive nub on the ridged saddle of the bike, and noticed that all the others, including Katie and Tara, were in the midst of doing the same. 

Looking toward the front of the classroom, Jade noticed a young woman with long blonde hair who seemed to be far ahead of anyone else. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she gyrated on her bicycle seat. 

It didn’t seem to Jade that others had noticed, but she continued to watch. It felt surreal to Jade to attend an actual fitness class and, at the same time, witness someone ride themselves to orgasm. Or, at least it seemed, she was about to. 

“Dial up your resistance, class, we’re going to get out of the saddle and do some dips for the next couple minutes! Turn your dial two times to the right and stand up. Make sure you feel a little pushback from the pedals, or else turn it again, then let’s start the dips!” Rochelle was grinning like someone about to throw a surprise party. 

Jade noticed that the blonde was sweating a little, but nevertheless was standing on her bike with the rest of the group. Jade glanced over her shoulder and saw Tara and Katie laughing as they tried to figure out how to stand on a stationary bike for their first time. She was surprised to find how much it made her smile to see them laughing together like that.

“Now dip! This means lower yourself like a pushup, but brush against the seat each time you go down! It’s a fun way to tease while burning some calories! Does it inspire you to do more dips?” Rochelle laughed again, in a way that said she knew it should inspire more dips. 

She was ready with the beat of the music. “Dip!” Rochelle shouted over her mic. Dip – Dip – Dip – every four counts on the down beat, the class did a mini pushup in unison. 

Jade was watching Katie and Tara the whole time. The three of them continued glancing at one another as they rode - brushing the textured edge of the saddle at short intervals. Suddenly the three broke out into mutual grins of pleasure and excitement.

That drill ended in breathless giggles from around the classroom. Jade could tell from the sound of it, the saddles were indeed more slippery than they started, and not just from sweat.

Beaming, Rochelle dismounted her bike and grabbed the basket of dildos (and, thoughtfully, small packets of lube) to bring around to each member of the class. She briefly instructed them how to screw their choice of toy to the seat. 

Katie was wiggling onto a medium-sized, jet black dildo, while Tara began to test out the motion of the pedals with the vertical rise and fall of her neon pink one. Tara’s mouth was agape. Jade imagined she was breathing heavily, but couldn’t tell over the heavy base of the cycling music. 

The blue dildo the redhead had chosen for herself felt thick inside her tight pussy, but between a dab of the lube and her own increasing wetness, it slid in and out of her deliciously with a few slow revolutions of the pedals.

The instructor guided her own dildo through a slit in her cycling shorts with a barely audible sigh. Jade didn’t see her apply any lube first. Despite having to pay attention to teaching, rather than sitting back and having fun, it was clear the instructor still got something out of this class herself. 

Without time to waste in the short class, Rochelle began guiding the students on how the toy would move, what to expect, and what the goals were. The next several minutes, to everyone’s delight, were dedicated to the freedom to explore their own preferences on speed and positioning. 

Jade found that mixing steady pedalstrokes and grinding on the saddle felt heavenly. Heat was rising between her legs, and warm wetness slowly trickled toward the leather bike seat. 

“Fuuuuuck…” Jade moaned aloud. Not the best time to do that - the song changed and half of her word was audible to the rest of the class. She quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Most eyes were closed, hands tightly gripping handlebars, others beginning to moan as well - they definitely hadn’t.

Katie and Jade appeared to be in their own separate worlds. Seeing their faces and dripping pussies gyrate on their bikes turned Jade on even more. 

“I can tell we are all in a really good place right now,” Rochelle chirped over the mic, a new hint of tension in her voice. “I think it’s time to cross the finish line together, what do you think?” 

The class responded in what sounded like an attempt to cheer, but also probably included more sexual moans and screams than a typical fitness class. 

“Obviously, you can modify as needed for your own pleasure, but here’s something that works really well for me! Let’s try to do some mini jumps - just little hops up and down from the saddle, interspersed with short bursts of grinding hard on the bike. If you like how this feels, stick with it, if not, do what works better!” 

It was hard for Jade to read the instructor, but if she had to guess, she looked to be getting close to her own “finish line.”

The next several minutes were intense in the best way. 

Katie came first of the class participants, leaning into the bike and shaking while her silky, long black hair draped around her back and shoulders, and partially obscuring what Jade could see of that “O-face” she loved so much.

The blonde woman in the front of the class finally came just seconds after Katie, unabashedly screaming in pleasure. Jade half expected the instructor to call out the first two orgasms, but noticed her biting her lip and clenching her eyes shut with her own apparent orgasm. 

Tara’s orgasm was quieter, but far wetter. Both Jade and Katie watched in awe as Tara flooded, open-mouthed over her bike. Girls who could gush were one of the hottest things ever to Jade. She knew this was about to push her over the edge. 

Jade had enjoyed some of the “mini jumps” earlier, but was now leaning full force into her saddle, feeling her pussy walls clenching on the thick and slippery blue toy inside her. 

“FUUUUUUCK!” 

Jade heard the scream a second before it came out of her own mouth. The participant on a bike next to her with short black hair was cumming hard… and now so was Jade. 

The sexy sights and sounds, as well as the carefully planned bike drills, combined to make a very unique and explosive orgasm for Jade and, it seemed, for the other girls as well. 

The comedown from the class involved a bit of cleanup, stretching, and announcements, but it was admittedly hard to focus on anything for those giddy with post-orgasmic bliss. 

Jade, Katie, and Tara walked out with one another feeling pretty different than they had come in just half an hour earlier. 

“What do you think?” Tara asked, grinning. “Should we do this again sometime?”

“Hmmm…” Katie mused, mischievously. “What about Netflix and chill this weekend?”

Jade laughed. “Honestly, I’d really be down for whatever at this point. Let’s definitely get together, though.” 

Clop, clop, clop, clop. The steady sound of Marrok’s horse on the dirt road provided a nice ambient background noise for his musings. Marrok - Sir Marrok - as he liked to introduce himself, was thinking back on the last few weeks gleefully. The man’s charming affect, combined with his thick, grey hair; full, well-groomed beard; and tall stature commanded respect. None of the townspeople had suspected he would be lifting pocket watches and coin purses as he asked them for directions. 

Even better, he had also had an excellent time with a local harlot prior to disappearing into the night. She hadn’t yet realized the coins he had given her were fake. 

Far from feeling guilty for his mischief, Marrok was proud. He wore fancy clothes, rode a fine horse, and everywhere he went, people assumed he was someone important. Despite being from a poor family and never having received a formal education, he felt that his sleight-of-hand and improvisational acting skills earned him the right to have anything he wanted. And right now, he wanted…

Marrok yanked on the reins suddenly, causing his horse to snort. 

“Well, well, well. What have we, here, Philip?” the man said softly, looking off the path into a small clearing. Phillip only snorted again, in response. 

Through a gap in the trees, the rider spied a beautiful woman with dark curly hair spilling out of a red hooded riding cape as she stooped to pick flowers from the forest floor. From 20 yards away, she appeared young, and seemed to be all alone. 

It took Marrok all of about 2 seconds to conclude that stopping to talk to this girl would be to his benefit. The robe was clearly made of fine material and rich dyes that meant she either had, or could lead him to, wealth beyond his usual pilferings. Beyond that, he could not deny that he was also always looking to satisfy his lust. 

Finding this little detour to have no perceivable drawbacks, Marrok slid out of the saddle, secured Philip to a tree to peruse the grass, and began to make his way over to the young lady in the clearing. 

At the sound of rustling foliage, the red-hooded beauty stood suddenly, clutching her cape as she whirled around. 

“It’s alright, miss - I’m not a wolf - just a man, here to help!” Marrok grinned in his most friendly way and put his palms up to reassure her that he was no threat. 

“Oh my!” the maiden squeaked. Her cape whipped around her, enveloping her body as if to shield her. “You - you startled me! I’m so sorry… I mean, what can I do for you, sir?” It appeared to Marrok as if she was wrestling between nervousness and upper-class etiquette. 

Marrok almost felt a twinge of guilt at how easy this was all going to be. Almost.

He stopped at the edge of the clearing, about 10 yards off, so as to avoid spooking her right away.  

“Before I ask anything of you, my dear girl, I wanted to be sure you were alright. I see that you are all alone out here, and I’m afraid there could be creatures or rogues of some sort in the woods who could harm you,” Marrok said in his best aristocratic accent.

“Oh! Oh no, sir. I’m quite alright. I’m not terribly far from home and I feel safe in these woods. Thank you!” She gave a small curtsy. 

“May I ask - what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here by yourself, anyway? You don’t have a husband or a family or the like to keep yourself occupied?” Marrok inquired, as if only to make polite conversation. 

“Well, you see sir, my grandmother lives all alone in a big house in Bakersfield, and she feels quite melancholy. I’m trying to gather her a bouquet to lift her spirits.” She paused for a moment, and Marrok strove to hold back any signs of excitement. He had stolen a pretty penny off some wealthy folks in Bakersfield last year, and a wealthy old widow would make an easy and profitable target.

“Are you in need of anything else before I go back to picking my bouquet?” the young woman asked, politely.

“That is very kind of you to be helping your dear grandmother. Actually, I wonder if you might be able to help me then… in return I would be more than happy to offer you a ride to her house on my horse?” Marrok placed his hands behind his back and began to approach slowly through the high grass. 

“You see, I’m afraid I’ve lost my way. I am actually trying to visit a dear old cousin in Bakersfield, but haven’t been to see him in ages. I wasn’t sure if I should have taken the fork in the road a mile back, but perhaps you could guide me.” 

The young woman pushed her hood back and tucked her lustrous raven hair behind her ears meekly as he approached. Her rosy cheeks were like apples under the sunlight through the trees, and Marrok’s mouth watered, as if he’d like to take a bite. When she shrugged her shoulders shyly, the tops of her pale breasts pushed up from her checkered dress. They looked like buns fresh from the oven, soft and warm and delicious. A new hunger awakened inside him. 

Either she didn’t say anything for several minutes, or he had been momentarily hypnotized. Marrok wasn’t sure. 

Finally, she spoke. “I would be happy to help you find your way, sir. It is not good to be lost and hungry in the forest.” The woman looked up to meet his gaze for the first time, truly, since he had seen her. Her eyes were sea-green and sparkling like fireflies. “I’m sure I could help satisfy all of your needs and desires.” She reached up to her breast and slowly pulled down the fabric of her dress, her eyes never leaving his. 

Marrok’s heart pounded. What did she just say? He blinked in surprise, only to realize that she was again picking flowers and he seemed to have stopped walking mid-step. 

“Er, what?” Marrok blurted, losing his composure in a moment of confusion. 

The woman glanced up at him quizzically and then back to her flowers. “I said, I’m almost done with my bouquet, and then I would be happy to direct you to Bakersfield, if you’ll give me a ride.” 

“Why, y- yes, yes of course,” Marrok stammered, simultaneously trying to regain his cool and collected persona and figure out what just happened. “I’ll just go check on my horse, and…” he trailed off as he turned around, pulling his beard. 

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“I’m ready!” 

Alaya called out from her room. She had known her girlfriend, Beth, for the last fifty years of her roughly 1000-year long existence, but she still could never guess what surprises she had in store on her birthday. It was exciting to her that they still had so much to learn about one another.

“BETH, I’m READY!” she shouted again through laughter, from the corner where she had been told to wait, with eyes closed. “Come on, love, the surprise should not be that I get complete silence for my birthday!”

When Alaya still didn’t get a response, she began to suspect that Beth was waiting to attack her with tickles around the corner, so she turned and crept silently toward the door of the bedroom.

“HA!” Alaya hopped through the door, certain she would be rewarded by a shriek from Beth. 

No one was there. Suddenly, she felt a stab of worry. Alaya did know one thing about her girlfriend - this was not a trick she would play. 

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The witch shook her head as she walked briskly. She had a reason to focus on her goal, helping Beth was important, but replaying scenes from that day was also not a reason for her to slip up. Alaya needed to use her energy to achieve two remaining objectives, and considering she had used up quite a bit over the last two days, this was a poor time to be distracted over Beth. 

She pulled a sprig of mint leaf out of her herb pouch and rubbed it between her fingers before holding it under her nose and breathing the scent in deeply. Instantly, she felt clearer and more energetic. Her current mission was enroute down this path and she would not miss her target. 

Alaya finally reached the tree. There was a large knot in it, which she pushed, instantly transporting her to a clearing where its sister-tree stood. This made for a pathway that would require far less of her own magic than conjuring a broomstick, although she was slightly tired from the walking. 

To capture something cunning, one must be even more cunning. To capture a wolf, one must be a sheep. Or, at least, wearing sheep’s clothing. 

Alaya draped herself in the finest red linen riding cape magic could make and stepped out into the small field of wildflowers. 

A short time later, the witch had the trickster tricked and right where she wanted him. 

The only thing she failed to think of ahead of time was… where did she actually want him? As her quarry walked back to his horse, she realized she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to try to take him here in the tall, itchy grasses, or on the rocks, or in the middle of the dirt road. She personally had no objection to being pinned against a tree, on special occasions, but that left her without the control that was so essential to this operation. 
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No sooner had Marrok laid hands on his horse’s rope than he heard a crunching behind him. He turned to see that the woman was right behind him, and even more stunning up close. 

“I’m ready to go now, if you are, sir,” she said softly, looking up at him through long lashes. 

Marrok was usually not one to lose his words, but all he could do was gulp and nod in response. He helped her up on the saddle, with more grace than his usual manners allowed, and swung up to sit behind her, reaching around to take the reins. She smelled of the forest and wild mint. 

With occasional directions given by the young woman, the pair reached town before long. Marrok could see that she was leading them up the hill to the wealthiest neighborhood. A devilish smile crept upon his face, shaking off his prior sense of enchantment at the thought of his devious goals. 

“It’s that one, there, sir,” the young woman said, pointing at a beautiful two-story home of dark bricks with a large oak door. “I appreciate the ride, and hope you find your cousin well, today.” 

Marrok stopped his horse in front of the house and slid off first to help the maiden dismount. 

“But of course,” he paused, looking down at her. He wondered if she would offer to let him in for refreshment, or if he would have to ask. Fortunately for him, it seemed she read his mind.

“Before you go, I’m not sure how far your destination is, but I’m sure you and your horse must be thirsty? Would you come in, and I’ll send someone to tend to your horse?” Marrok thought she was so adorable, looking down at her shoes shyly as she asked.

“Ah, well, if it’s no imposition…” he continued without waiting for a response, “Yes, I’d love to come in for a moment, thank you, sweet girl.”

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“Grandmother? …Grandmother?” Alaya walked through the house pretending to look for her elderly relative. “I guess she must have gone for a walk. She often does that in the afternoon, no matter. Let’s see if I can find a pitcher of water for you.”

Alaya was aware she was playing a risky game, but she felt sure this would be her best option. She didn’t have to read the man’s mind to tell he was thinking he might get a two-for-one deal by banging her and then robbing the house once she was safely tied to the bed. 

Little did he know that it would be the other way around, and that he wouldn’t even have the pleasure of remembering the experience. Alaya allowed herself a small sneaky smile while turned away from the man.

“Ah, here we are,” Alaya exclaimed, walking toward a table that held a water pitcher. In her head, she counted down, Three… two… one…

She felt two large hands on her hips. Yep. Men are SO predictable, she snorted internally. 

“Oh!” Alaya feigned surprise, and turned quickly to face the tall man behind her. “Why sir… Er, what are you doing?”

“I saw the way you looked at me in the forest. Don’t be shy, dear, let me show you what a good lover is like.” His eyes were fiery with lust and his words contained no question or care for her. This was a man she would gladly knock out and leave for wolves to find in the woods, but her plan would suffice as punishment, for now. 

Knowing there was no sense in wasting energy on putting up a pretend fight, she chose to melt like butter in his arms and let him believe she was just an easy girl to bed. His surprise was apparent when she suddenly grabbed him back and began to kiss him wildly. The witch had to suppress a laugh when he took a step back at her sudden ferocity. 

Alaya almost thought she’d gone too far and scared him with her own “lust,” but fortunately, he recovered quickly and scooped her up to carry her off to the nearest bed on the lower level. She was thrown, unceremoniously, on the mattress, so hard her skirt and petticoat flew up. 

“Ah, naughty girl… you have no drawers on, is that so you have easy access to play with yourself? And clean-shaven as well? You are a little devil indeed…” the man said, staring lasciviously between her legs. “That sight makes me hungry, pretty girl.” 

The grey-bearded man dove down between her legs and began to eat her pussy as if he was a hungry wolf starving for her taste. Alaya gripped his thick hair between her slender fingers feeling a rush of pleasure. The mint sprig had been dual-purposed and served to heighten her pleasure. She’d forgotten how well it actually worked after so many years of not having to use aphrodisiacs. 

The witch knew that the man lapping between her thighs was doing this for his own pleasure, not hers, but she felt a heat building nonetheless. She’d never forget to use her pleasure stimulants before this kind of mission again. 

Alaya moaned as the thief’s tongue found her clit and circled a few times. She felt herself growing hotter, and wetter with her own juices. Suddenly the man drew back, leaving her wanting. He was going for his belt now. 

Okay then, two can play at that game, Alaya thought, and dove for the hard cock that had just sprung free before her. 

“Oh, you ARE ravenous, honey, well eat up…” the man moaned as she devoured his length. 

On all fours, Alaya hummed and drooled onto the thick erection in her mouth looking for all the world like she had never tasted anything so delicious. Her right hand twisted and spun around the base of his cock while the index finger and thumb of her left pulled toward her gently, never breaking the seal of suction between her lips. “Mmmmmm,” she purred. 

She peered upward from the curtain of long brown curls around her face to see that her victim was succumbing to intense pleasure with a glazed look on his face. The witch knew that there was not much time before the house would no longer be theirs, and the job must be completed. No time to waste.

Suddenly, she pulled away, causing the man to stumble drunkenly. Alaya ripped her thick dress off for easier riding and threw it to the floor. Without pausing to undress him, she roughly grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him onto the bed with a strength that would have seemed surprising to any man. 

“Wow, honey, you’re really… uh…” he mumbled, but two seconds later she had mounted him and begun to ride feverishly. 

“I bet you’ve never had a woman like me before, have you, boy?”

“Boy? Honey, I’m no boy to you if you hadn’t noticed,” he replied lazily before gripping her hips and driving his cock up to meet her dripping puss. 

“Sure, kid, whatever you say,” she muttered with a laugh. He really had no idea. And now talking back to him was turning her on even more, as she rocked her way toward an orgasm.

Alaya heard growling beneath her. With a burst of energy, the grey-haired man pushed her off of him and onto the bed, and leapt on top of her.

“You won’t get away with calling me boy and kid, I’ll show you what a man is, sweetheart.” His eyes were wild and predatory. The witch felt a thrill go through her body. 

He shoved his hard cock inside her and began to pound away like it was the last day on earth. Every time he hit her G-spot, she squirted on him and felt a tiny release. The fur on his lower abdomen brushed her clit tantalizingly, driving her mad. Alaya hadn’t expected it to happen like this, but she felt herself building toward a climax again. 

She let her head fall back and off the edge of the bed and drove her heels into the bed to raise her hips a little more. From her upside-down view, she caught sight of movement out the window - Oh, shit. A carriage was coming up the road toward the house. The witch knew that the owner had left, but was surprised that they were already back. 

A quick guesstimate led Alaya to believe that she had about 5 minutes to get the job done. She didn’t like to rush, but time was up. 

“Ouch!” the man yelped as the witch’s long nails dug into his ass. She pulled him deep inside her and pulled his hips toward her to gyrate her clit on him, using his cock like a toy. Alaya could make herself cum if she had it just right. 

To his apparent surprise, there was nothing he could do but let her have her way, despite being on top. However, with as close as she had gotten him to cumming earlier, she knew he really didn’t want to put up much of a fight. He was already on the edge. 

Around the same time the black-haired beauty felt his cock begin to throb with orgasm, her vaginal walls squeezed tightly, causing a waterfall to gush from within her onto the mattress. She shook as she came. A magical sense of renewal flushed her body, the semen was seeping into her, revitalizing her with his energy and strengths, something only a witch with the ability to extract such things would notice. 

All she wanted to do after such an intense climax was lie there and bask in the afterglow, but Alaya was aware of the very short time she had left. She abruptly shoved the would-be burglar onto the bed with one strong arm, then popped up to grab for a vial out of her dress. It contained a drop of honey, like the sweetness the man coated on his persona to fool victims. 

The man watched, dumbfounded, as she placed the vial between her legs and she pushed a few drops of his semen out of herself, like a dropper, into the little glass container, and sealed it with a small cork. 

Alaya met his eyes and grinned, like the little devil he had called her earlier. 
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“Well I NEVER!”

Marrok opened his eyes, startled and disoriented. He jerked his limbs in flight reflex, waking up in a strange house to a screechy voice. 

A white-haired older woman in the doorway was staring at him with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth. Marrok suddenly realized he was naked and tied four ways to the bed, with nothing but a small pillow covering his dick and balls. 

“REGINALD!” The older woman shrieked as she ran from the room. A large manservant came in. 

Momentarily, Marrok found himself booted out of the house with his clothes thrown on the doorstep after him. When he picked up his trousers, he saw that a note had been tucked inside them. 

It read, “I see you met my grandmother. I hope you’ll thank her for letting us borrow her house. - Alaya.” 

Marrok scratched his head. He had no idea what it meant. On top of that, what was he doing here, and why was he so tired? He finally just decided to wander off into the woods and take a nap. 

The Witch and the Con Man

Sitting atop the driver’s seat of his caravan, Oliver slowly stroked his hard shaft, wanting to draw out the sensation. With the horses’ reins secured next to him and no need to direct them, he could finally sit back and relax for a while. His cock was slick with oil and felt so nice to glide his hand from base to tip, daydreaming of his recent tryst with a farm girl. She had had the nicest pair of breasts he’d seen in months and she had screamed with pleasure as she’d bounced on top of him.

His hand moved faster now, thinking back to that climax. He had finally come all over her face and tits in the barn, a visual he intended to keep handy for the rest of time. Oliver was getting closer now, the imagery pushing him over the edge. When he came, it was an intense release, cum shooting far over the edge of the caravan and onto the forest floor.

Too bad he’d never see her again. He’d had to promise a lot to get her clothes off, and of course he had to make his escape afterward.

Soon, once he and his caravan were several miles away from town, Oliver stopped his two horses. He never stayed in one place too long, not because he had such an itch to be on the move, but because he knew that once people found out his potions and elixirs were a scam, they would surely come after him. His charm and good looks as well as a cursory knowledge of a few big words served him well… to a point.

He didn’t feel too guilty though, if the townspeople were stupid enough to buy his wares, that was on them. Besides, if people *thought* the potions worked, they occasionally got what they wanted out of them anyway.

The salesman hopped off the front seat of the caravan. It was time to water the horses, take a piss, and go over his inventory. He looked around before getting to business and saw no one. He wasn’t surprised, at this time of day and far from any large town.

Having finished the first items of business, he climbed into the back of his caravan. As he was looking through the remainder of his pseudo-medicinals in the caravan, Oliver hummed to himself, not noticing the sound of footsteps crunching over pine needles.

“Excuse me, sir?” came a feminine voice.

Oliver was so startled that he dropped two vials of what he told villagers was a love potion. It was no such thing but it smelled nice and people were so eager to find true love these days. He didn’t stop to clean it up but poked his head out the door to see who it was. It was so very far from any town…

When he looked outside, his jaw dropped. A breathtaking beauty with blonde hair and quizzical blue eyes stood before him, wearing a brown wool dress that appeared surprisingly curve-hugging. Oliver realized that he had never seen anything like her before. It took all of a few seconds for Oliver to regain his wits, but it felt like hours to him.

“I’m afraid I’ve been straying too far from home on my walks, and now I’m famished. It looks like you may have items to sell? I’m in dreadful need of some provision, if you have it.”

Oliver found himself struggling with what to say. He had brought food only for himself, and sold nothing of substance, but his animal brain told him to find anything to give her so as to find out more about her.

“My - my dear…how did you get so far from home?” The salesman inquired. “It must be fifteen miles to any village at least… yes, I have something I could give you, but as payment, would you just sit with me a while and tell me about yourself?”

“Oh, please kind sir, I would love to talk with you over a bite to eat, that is very generous,” the young woman smiled back at him.

Oliver immediately turned back to the caravan to find some food to share. He couldn’t believe his luck! A gorgeous woman with no husband around, and she needed his help, of all things? This was perfect. Almost too perfect, as he started to think about it. Did she really just walk fifteen or more miles right along this underused roadway?

He quickly turned back to face her, meaning to ask more questions about her, but saw that she was lacing a boot, and her sumptuous behind was pointing in his direction. Oliver’s face began to feel hot and he now desired to give her more than refreshments.

It seemed the young woman did not notice his staring, so before she could look up, he dashed back into the caravan to grab two apples, a bottle of homemade wine, and a wedge of hard cheese.

When he returned, the blonde beauty was sitting atop a small boulder, braiding her hair. She looked oh-so innocent and unburdened by life’s hardships. He still wondered at coming across this woman, and here… but within moments, was again entranced by her beauty and grace.

When she looked up at him, he felt as though the blue eyes were arrows, shooting directly through his heart. He was hooked, could not ever let her leave his side now.

She smiled. “Thank you, it looks like you were able to find something for me!”

The salesman nodded, still speechless. He walked over to where she sat and presented an apple and cheese to her.

He didn’t know if it was minutes or hours that they sat there, sharing the wine bottle and eating his provisions, but the way she talked to him and showed interest had him intoxicated by the end.

Noticing that they were now out of wine and food, Oliver silently debated whether to get more wine from his meager stores, or try to shift her attention to other pleasures.

Before he could finalize his plan, the young lady spoke up.

“I’m curious what you have in that caravan… I have always wondered what kinds of potions a traveling salesman would carry. Anything I might be interested in?”

“Dear girl, yes…I have all kinds of things,” Oliver’s mind was churning. He had no real love potions - or anything of the like - but perhaps he could seduce her with the same tactics he used on peasants. Pretend confidence and knowledge. “Come, let me show you all the wondrous items I offer.”

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Alaya was not impressed.

The villagers had talked about a very spry and confident young “pharmacist” who traveled around dealing potions, only to leave them with, at best, a lighter coin purse, and at worse, a new ailment. The man she spied now appeared to be nothing more than a cocky boy, and a cheap swindler at that.

However, Alaya could tell that he was very good at getting his way, and had learned a thing or two about reading people, which undoubtedly made him more successful. She needed a pinch of ingenuity and a little speck of justice, which she could get from this one.

Considering his intuition about people, she decided to alter her appearance to distract and confuse him from her true intentions. She looked nothing like the women from nearby towns, which might raise initial suspicions, but she also knew that he would be as intrigued with her as the townspeople were with his phony products.

Now, having thoroughly seduced this traveler and not wanting to waste a moment, she followed him into his caravan to finish her task. She had him right where she wanted him.

The salesman immediately showed her a box full of beauty products, claiming to have anything from teeth whitener to “fountain of youth” water. Alaya chuckled inwardly at this. She was about a thousand years older than this man, give or take, and he couldn’t have guessed that she was even a day older than himself.

“I’m actually really curious about something else, if you have it…” The blonde looked sheepishly down at her feet. “I have been pretty lonely since my husband died a few years ago. Do you have anything that could help me attract a partner?”

The salesman, not expecting that sort of inquiry, paused before stammering something about having a box someplace. It was exactly the sort of response Alaya was used to receiving just before she got exactly what she wanted from a man.

Presently, the salesman located a box and opened it for her on a little table. “I have a few things that might work, but not sure what exactly you are wanting…” he trailed off, as if excited and worried at the same time. The witch knew he was concerned about whether she would try one today, on him, or if she would leave and try it on god-knows-who.

“Ah, what’s this?” the lovely woman exclaimed, pointing to a large, purple glass bottle.

“Oh, yes, bechlar and trimella. That should help with desire…if you take it, though, potentially you’d make everyone want you.”

Alaya paused, pretending to think about the pros and cons of every man wanting her… but was actually pondering the best way to get some of this man’s semen without scaring him away. She used to think that it would be so easy to do, but often, she found that men talked a lot bigger game than they ended up having. At the very least, most men she had come across felt threatened by a forward woman and could not maintain an erection long enough to give her what she needed.

And what she needed… she needed it yesterday.

“I see…” she began, pensively. “I imagine that could possibly cause some issues. But you, have you tried this potion yourself? Or are you married?” She hoped to segue into the conversation of intimacy with him naturally.

“Oh, uh, no,” the salesman began hesitantly. “I’m not married but I can’t really afford to partake of my own stores, you know. And not much time to get married when I’m always on the road, is all.” He finally met the witch’s eyes and seemed to have another thought. “But… that is… I could eventually see myself settling down, you know, with the right woman. I’m getting to be the right age for that now.”

Ah yes, here it is. She expected nothing less of a con-man than to say exactly what he thought she’d want to hear. How else was he to bed a woman looking for a steady partner or husband?

“Oh, really?” Alaya looked up at him through her long lashes, as though shy but hopeful. “Maybe I’d like to get to know you more, then.” She stepped a little closer to him in the small caravan, noting a small cot toward the back. That may just have to do.

Not wanting to waste another second, the witch placed a hand on the salesman’s linen shirt, just above the chest, as if to smooth the fabric down. His eyes grew wide in surprise and then narrowed with desire. It was unlikely for him to ask any more questions now, seeing that he had his prize.

The young man awkwardly placed a hand around her waist, likely imagining himself very suave, and pulled her closer. “You want to get to know me more? Let’s start right now,” he mumbled into her ear.

The witch pretended to become wild with desire, and within moments the two were naked on his lumpy little cot.

Another disappointment. Her target seemed to be having trouble with his equipment.

He had noticed as well, and was furiously stroking himself in efforts to stand at full mast. Alaya did not have time for this. She got up and walked two steps to the box of love potions, looking for a label that would make sense. Although she knew none of them actually worked, she thought this would be a fun trick to play on him while disguising her own magic.

She picked out two. One for “instant and long lasting erections” and another, she chuckled silently to herself, was for “penis enlargement.” He was about average size, but if she was going to have to fuck him to complete this mission, might as well have a little extra fun with it.

Ignoring the pitiful protests coming out of the young swindler’s mouth, Alaya ripped the corks out of the bottles with her teeth and poured a dollop of each cream into her palm. She then swiftly massaged the combo of what was probably mostly just lard and a little strong-smelling oil onto his soft cock. Under her breath, Alaya muttered some enchantments that this man missed due to all the chattering he was doing at her. Things like, “well, they might not work right now because…”

Within seconds, however, the lackluster cock began to harden and grow, far beyond its usual size and girth. He stopped talking and stared, wide eyed, as she stroked him all the way to a full 9 inches in length.

“Impressive stuff you got here,” she looked up at him with a grin. “I never believed it would work this well!”

Once again, the usually loquacious-salesman was at a complete loss for words. He just nodded and stared at his newly massive dick.

Alaya knew she’d have to make up for this use of power somehow in the near future, but it was worth it. Partly for the cause, and partly for the entertainment. She grinned as she positioned her wet pussy just above the tip of his large member and wiggled herself down upon it.

The intensely pleasurable sensation of his pressure inside her, expanding her vaginal capacity and pressing on all the right places, gave her a thrill of excitement laced with a tiny bit of guilt. Despite the fact that fucking this man was simply a means to an end, Alaya was simply a chronically horny woman. If she wasn’t completing this very important task, she would be finding other means to be sexually satisfied.

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Oliver was not sure if he was dreaming, but if this was a dream, it was the most vivid and fantastic one he had ever had. If it was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

Any man would now be jealous even of his humble cot with such an angelic beauty atop it now, let alone of him, with the sensation of an infinitely tight and wet pussy squeezing his cock so perfectly.

And his cock! What in the world had happened to it? He was larger and harder than he had ever been. It was almost as if his potions actually worked! But he had put them together himself with a few basic ingredients that surely could not have produced such an effect…

Mid-thought, his eyes resumed focus on what was going on above him. The gorgeous blonde woman was grinding on him ferociously and digging her nails into his chest. He reached up to fondle her breasts, the new winner of best tits award in his mind. Her large, round breasts bounded as she did, while warm juices ran down from her body onto his cock and balls.

He was still not certain if this was a dream or reality, but he felt he was about to come, soon and massively. Oliver was certain that no matter what, this was a fuck he would never forget.

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Alaya was close, but she could tell the man underneath her was, too. It would ruin the spell if he came first, of course, so she had to time things just right. Wanting to avoid using her magic again, the witch decided on an alternate plan. She slid off the now rock-hard dick, in efforts to delay his orgasm and give herself a better chance. Alaya quickly flipped onto all fours and motioned for her partner to mount her from behind.

This was one trick that nearly always worked. The sandy-haired young man got in position and began to pound her g-spot, while Alaya rubbed her clit and labia just the way she needed it. Soon, the petite witch was squirting all over the cot with every hard thrust. Waves of pleasure flooded her as she came hard, elbows buckling beneath her as she shook. Seconds later, she heard heavy breathing and grunting that meant it was time.

Disregarding the sound of protest the man made when she pulled herself away as he came, Alaya flipped around and grabbed his pulsing dick, directing the ejaculate onto a sprig of rosemary she’d had nearby. Not only the rosemary and her hand, but also her breasts were soon covered in cum.

The rosemary gave a soft green glow for just a moment, and then seemed to absorb the cum. The salesman stared, but appeared to not be seeing what was happening, likely still in a post-orgasmic daze. Alaya quickly placed the rosemary in a vial and stowed it away in the dress she had on the floor.

Poor boy, she thought. He will never remember what happened here, and his cock will go back to exactly how it was before.

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Oliver woke up on his cot to the sound of his horses snorting and stamping. What in the world was he doing napping? He rose and realized he was naked and sticky with cum. Did he just have a wet dream? That hadn’t happened in ages.

As Oliver got up, and tried to get himself together to go back on the road, he began to wonder why he ever left his family store to be a traveling salesman. For some reason, it no longer seemed to make sense.