Secret of Witchcraft Ch. 05

~~~~~ Chapter 5 ~~~~~

You should read Chapters 1 through 4 before reading this one.

To recap: Gwendolyn was mugged and lost her wand. George helped her form a plan to get it back, and the plan called for a lot of orgasms.

I had always enjoyed the swell of low grade arousal since the time I knew what to call the yearning in my loins. I took being horny and starting spell casting sessions part way up the slope of sexual response for granted. For the first time in memory, I encountered an urgent need to bend the universe to my will, and the necessary orgasms seemed out of reach.

Without a computer of my own, the world of Internet pornography lurked out of reach. The best idea that occurred to me involved asking one of the men I knew to lend me a computer and some privacy. I should have been able to ask my coven mate, Mary, but we last parted on bad terms. Getting help required that I brave the sidewalks where I was mugged earlier in the day.

I agonized over the decision but resolved to wait in my apartment for George to return with groceries. I ran a hot bath and settled into it with the hope it would settle my anxiety and put me in the mood to masturbate. Of course, as soon as I got comfortable, George banged on my door.

I pulled my clothes over my dripping wet body and unlocked the door to may apartment. George carried four plastic bags full of food. I remarked, "That's a lot of food for thirty dollars."

He answered, "I only spent a few bucks. I went to the food pantry on 32nd street and got most of this for free."

"You shouldn't have done that, George. There must be people who need the food more than us."

"Not today," he said. "Donate food tomorrow if it bothers you."

"Good idea," I said. I could use my witchcraft to help them out. I added it to my long list of things to do.

"Why are you wet?" George asked.

"I was in the bathtub."

"Mmmph. Take your bath. I'll heat the beans," he said.

"Are you sure?" I wash't sure I wanted him using my kitchen. For one thing, his hands were filthy.

"I had a kitchen once you know," he said with indignation.

I hesitated before saying it, but I went ahead and asked, "Maybe you'd like a bath?"

"Leave the water in after you're done."

"Nah," I said. "You take the water that's in there now while I cook."

George shrugged and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I wondered when he had his last bath or shower. While he washed, I cooked two cans of beans with some powdered garlic I had in a cupboard. I also made biscuits from the mix George procured. I almost didn't because I assumed I'd need milk I didn't have, but the box said to just add water.

My dragon slayer emerged looking much more presentable than before. He looked younger and healthier with a clean face, but his clothes remained worn and stained enough to identify him as homeless. "The biscuits are still hot. I'm sorry I don't have any butter," I said with a smile.

"Anything warm is better than usual for me," he said.

After George returned to his dark lair, I peeked in the tub. He left dirty footprints on the floor and a ring around the tub. One of my towels looked like had been dragged through the mud. The irritation I felt cleaning the room faded to be replaced with satisfaction that I made the universe slightly better. That thought caused me to knock my forehead with the heal of my hand. I could help George much better with a spell. That added yet another to my list.

I barely slept due to anxiety about my wand. As far as I could tell, nobody tried to use it. I feared any experience I'd suffer if the muggers used the thing. What if they used it in themselves or each other? The horror of the thought made me sit bolt upright on my futon.

I walked to the college on Sunday morning. The streets looked deserted. I glanced over my shoulder and paid wary attention to my surroundings. Nobody threatened me, but I couldn't wait to cast a spell for my protection.

I didn't know if anybody would be around in the morning and was pleasantly surprised to find my first college friend, Calder, in his studio. "Hey Calder," I said. "This might sound weird, but do you have a computer I can borrow for a few hours?"

"Can't you use the one in your office or one of the graphic design workstations?" He didn't look up from his work.

I decided to cut to the chase and admitted, "I want to browse porn."

That got his attention. "Why?" he asked and then said, "Never mind. I don't want to know."

"I don't know much about it," I said with as much truth as anyone these days could say. "I just want to get in the mood - ah - for something."

"Hot date, huh?" Calder seemed to lose interest again. Then he added, "I had a girlfriend who swore she got worked up enough by her yoga class to have orgasms surrounded by her classmates."

I thought, "That's great, Calder, but how does that help me?"

As if he could read my mind, he said, "If you hurry, you can catch the start of the class across the street."

"What class?" I asked.

"Somatic Studio is a yoga studio. They'll let you attend the first few sessions for free to see if you like it. They have women of all skill levels."

"You don't have a computer I can use?" I asked again.

"Not for that," he replied in a dismissive tone.

I walked up and down the corridors with studios on all three upper floors. Calder had the only open door. Anxious to get started with my witchcraft, I trudged across the street to the yoga place.

Heat struck me as soon as I opened the door to the second floor studio. They kept the place hot and humid. Ten women in sports bras and bicycle shorts crouched on hands and knees which their backs arched. One man wearing only some kind of thong occupied a separate mat in the back of the room.

Everyone exhaled and crouched on their knees. The man levitated to a standing position as if gravity bypassed him. The toned muscles of his stomach produced a small jolt of heat in me that the ridiculous jungle atmosphere could not explain.

"Good morning," he said is a voice soft enough that I leaned forward to hear.

I found myself walking towards him with no memory of deciding to move. The other women kneeled like statues as I passed between them.

He whispered, "This session has already started. You may observe quietly. Please listen carefully. Inhale by the nose and exhale by the mouth. Inhale and exhale should be through the throat. Breath as much as possible, as long as possible, as slow as possible. Breath in by the nose, and out the mouth, but all the time through the throat. Nose and mouth are one passageway."

I nodded and selected a patch of floor near a corner. I stood and tried to follow the breathing instructions. Tension and anxiety lifted, and gravity started to bypass me a little bit as well. My eyes followed the rippling contours of the man as he worked through poses. I felt ready to masturbate well before the end of the session. In fact, I needed to look away to get my heat down to a simmer.

I watched the women work through poses, too. Some looked more confident and coordinated than others. The whole room smelled of sex, or at least the air around me smelled of sex. Several of the women wore blissful expressions that could be explained by small orgasms. I wondered how I got so lucky to get Calder's advice right when I needed it most. It had to be another part of being a witch.

Sweat soaked through my clothes and matted my hair. I panted with thirst even more than arousal.

The yoga leader said, "If you feel cramps in the stomach, you're doing good. Swallow a couple of times. Relax please. Everyone have a good day."

The women broke out of the man's enchantment. They arose in slow motion. Many preserved the expressions of bliss I noticed earlier. Others looked wrung out as if their bodies passed some limit, and they'd suffer for it later.

The man appeared before me without any warning. He said, "Eight in the morning. Sunday and Wednesday." He bowed in slow motion and glided away in silence to collect a towel and wipe his brow. He sipped a cup of water. My mouth went dry, and the perfect roundness of his buttocks reminded me of an ache I needed to relieve.

Primed with power, I crossed the street back to the college. I neither wanted to wait to get home nor risk another mugging. I headed straight to the second floor ladies' room and locked a stall door behind me. I leaned against the wall of the stall and slid a hand inside my shorts.

I felt sticky from the sweat of the yoga studio and slick from my swelling power to bend the universe. I rubbed with impatient fury until the first of many planned orgasms teetered on the brink. "Wouldn't it be a lovely coincidence if my coven mate happened to be in her office and happened to be boiling with lust." I cast my spell, zoned out for a second or two, and relaxed to let my ragged breathing settle to a steady rhythm.

I banged out of the stall on a mission to get some use out of my so far uncooperative coven sister. Mary Campin's studio door stood ajar as I somehow knew it would. I walked right in to find her playing with one her breasts under her shirt.

Mary withdrew her hand and looked annoyed. I said, "We're past that, Mary. Close and lock your door. Then get naked with me."

"Get out of here," she shrieked.

I sighed. "Admit we have a bond."

She nodded, but her fury only increased.

"It's time our little coven showed its worth," I said. "You and I are going to rock the kind of orgasm it will take to change the world, and if you think I'm exaggerating, you don't know me very well."

Mary locked the door, but she glared at me as I stripped. When I stood nude in front of her, she asked, "What's really going on here?"

"I told you," I said with exasperation. "I'm a witch. Orgasms give my spells power. I have a couple of major spells to craft right now, and you are going to help."

"You're insane," the instructor said.

"You know I'm not."

I sat on the edge of her rolling chair with my legs spread wide. My pussy lips gaped open, and my scent filled the room. I had never been so wanton. I only ever masturbated in front of another person once before, and it was with Mary then, too. I still felt shy, but some spells almost cast themselves. One of those needed release.

I slipped my middle finger up to the second knuckle into my sopping vagina. Even shallow insertion soothed my craving to be penetrated. My body wanted to be filled so badly that I expected it to suck the finger into the depths. I ground the heel of my hand against my clitoris and savored the slow in and out movements of my finger.

Shallow penetration teased me to a higher state of arousal. My hips gyrated against my hand. I use the other hand to press harder agains my almost involuntary grind. Flush spread from my neck to the space above my breasts. "Join me Mary," I said in a husky voice I didn't recognize.

Mary stepped closer. Her eyes dilated, and her breathing matched mine. Her hand returned to teasing her nipple. Her mouth opened into the pout of a woman who is not concerned about maintaining a particular facial expression. I said, "Take off your clothes."

She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She pushed them down her legs, panties and all, exposing her vulva. Between labored breaths, I tipped my head to suggest she remove the shirt too.

Mary stepped closer and closer, and then stood between my parted knees. My level gaze landed just above her belly button. I looked down to her hairy feminine cleft. I leaned forward at my waist and pressed my forehead against Mary's stomach. She combed her fingers through my hair.

I rolled the chair enough to wrap my legs around the backs of her calves. I turned my head so my cheek pressed into her instead of my forehead. The hand I used to increase pressure on my clitoris snaked around Mary's hips. I pulled her harder against me.

My finger dipped deeper into my folds and the heel of my hand provided delicious friction over my clitoral hood. Mary's hand reached past my face to stroke her own center of pleasure. Echoes of Mary's wrist motions traveled along her arm turning into gentle caresses on one of my cheeks. My other cheek absorbed the warmth of Mary's body and rode the rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed.

My climax approached. I sensed a bit of Mary's pleasure along with my own. My African fertility totem, my wand, had given me a much more intense connection with my coven mate. When she thrust the totem into herself, I felt it as if I wielded a spectral cock. The sensations this time had a different quality. I no longer perceived myself in the role of the lustful invader. Instead of joining our bodies in cooperative harmony, our growing shared passion struck only one crisp note.

Mary neared her orgasm. I smiled knowing it was only the first of several in store. I withdrew my slick finger and mimicked Mary's rough up and down motions. Her finger moved in a blur, and mine matched her pace. My thighs tensed, and my legs squeezed Mary almost toppling her onto me. She bent over my head, closed her eyes, a let the first wave of ecstasy spread from her core. "I enjoy the fortunate coincidence that nobody in the world wishes me harm or seeks to harm me."

My climax broke like a water ballon popping. Drops of pleasure splattered on and within my exposed skin. Sudden disappointment that my orgasm and my spell lacked strength gave way as a profound second wave of orgasm struck. Mary's pleasure amplified my own, and my pleasure shocked Mary into a stupor. The ripples continued for uncounted seconds. I moaned. She screamed. We groaned in unison.

I fell off the chair. It skittered away behind me, and Mary fell at my side. My legs still wrapped around her calves. I bent my hips to lift my legs to her thighs and I pulled her into me with all the force I could muster. My arms wrapped around her back. The heat and wetness of her arousal rubbed against my upper thigh, and my own left a trail on her leg.

We lay in that awkward intimate position for minutes until I could think straight, and I let Mary loose. She made no effort to get way. Instead, she rolled onto her back and pulled me against her making her breasts into a pillow for my head.

"Thank you, Mary," I said. "I needed that."

"Yeah," she said. "I heard you cast your spell. What did it mean?"

I took the time to recount the mugging. I told her about losing the dildo she and I both enjoyed prior to her cavalier use of it to torment me. I said, "Don't think you're done yet. I have several more spells to cast today, and you are going to help."