The Girl in the Mist
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 18
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Everyone at school hates Laurel. Her mother won't teach her the magic she needs to remedy that, but her new friend, the woman who comes to her in the mist, will.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Magic Demons Group Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Revenge
Lenny and Tasha had heard about Laurel’s unsuccessful advance, but she refused to talk about it even with them. Nevertheless, the three girls continued their practice after school every day.
After another week, Alison declared that they were ready to start performing group magic. At first, Alison had Laurel try a few simple plant spells that she already knew well. Casting this way was was more difficult - Laurel had to keep part of her mind in the group trance that held the circle’s magic together while another part calculated the mechanics of her spell. But the extra power she commanded was evident to her.
Two days later, the circle began casting glamours on all three girls.
They were each eager to talk when they met the following Saturday night. “Did you guys feel something weird earlier today?” Tasha, the last to arrive, asked when they were safely in Laurel’s room. “I was helping out at the store, and out of nowhere I got really horny. Except it was better than that, because it kinda felt like I was getting myself off, even though I wasn’t. So weird!”
“Yeah, me too,” Laurel said.
“I think that was because of me,” Lenny said excitedly. “I got fingered today,” she added with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.
“No way!” Tasha said.
“Yeah!” Lenny responded. “You know how I’ve been talking with Christian about doing another video together? We decided to do that today. We did Jump - he was on keyboard. I’ll show you the raw footage in a minute.”
“So, after a few takes we were getting pretty goofy, and at one point he was trying to take my uke away from me and I wouldn’t let him - you know, a game. And so I put the uke between my legs and closed them tight, and gave him a look like, ‘Haha, I win! You wouldn’t dare!’. But he did - he wiggled his hand between my thighs enough to grab the neck of the uke. But then when I loosened my grip, he let the ukulele fall and left his hand there, between my thighs.”
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