Chapter 5

I spent the next several hours going over the story I had heard from the sisters that evening and found it utterly fantastic. By their own admission, they claimed to be 176 years old. That in itself was preposterous. And the part about being cursed by a witch, well that was preposterous, too. How in the world had I ever gotten involved in this?

I finally decided that I would finish the work on the tractor and then resign. I just couldn't see myself working for this pair. I would have to find another job, too. Having reached my decision, I felt much better and prepared for bed.

I had only been asleep for a little while, when I was awakened by something or someone soft and warm in the bed pressed up against me. From the scent of the perfume that accompanied that feeling, it had to be Margie, naked and in bed with me, but what was she doing here?

"Margie!" I said in shock.

"Quiet, Mark!" she whispered. "WE don't want to wake Katie." Margie pressed herself even tighter against me and began moving her hips.

"I had to come to you tonight. I can't wait any longer. I need you sooo! My body aches for you. I could feel your power all the way down in our bedroom. I need you to quench my thirst. Please, Mark! Take me any way you desire. I'm yours," Margie told me in a whisper. She was shaking with desire and her breathing was ragged already.

"You want to have sex with me!!?" I asked in shock.

"Oh, yes, Mark! I've wanted you ever since you applied for the job," Margie told me in tears, as she continued to quiver in need. She leaned in and kissed me again then. There were no visions this time, only this warm young (?) girl in need.

I wrapped an arm around her, and we kissed for some time, our tongues dueling. This seemed to help Margie some, though she still quivered with need. Soon she slipped down onto her back and with surprising strength pulled me down on top of herself.

"You still have your underwear on," she whispered, as her hands explored my body and found my cock still in my drawers.

"Don't make me wait," she pleaded in tears. I pulled the drawers off as well as the T-shirt, and was soon back on top of her as naked as she was.

"Yes ... Oh God, yes! Take me, Mark. Use me and make me scream," Margie pleaded in desperation.

I used my right hand to bring my cock to her slit and found her dripping already. This girl was in serious need. My cock easily found her waiting opening, and I thrust into her.

I wasn't that much older than sixteen myself and remembered the girlfriends I had at that age. Margie felt so much better than any of the girls that I had previously had sex with. She was padded in all of the right places, and more eager than any girl I had ever known.

She pulled me down on her and we kissed again. I could feel her breasts and hips under me. This was one fine female, and my instincts took over, as we both began the oldest dance of our species. I thrust into her and she thrust back. Her arms were around my neck and her legs were around me with her feet locked behind my butt. It was thrust and counter thrust for some time then.

"Yes ... Oh God, yes!" Margie kept repeating and would shudder as another orgasm went through her.

Soon we were both sweating up a storm, and I kicked the covers off of us as I continued to thrust into her, my own need upon me now, while Margie got hotter and hotter. I was unsure how long I could last. I hadn't had much in the way of female companionship since coming to college, and wasn't inclined to masturbation. I did my best to hold off my climax, but the end was inevitable.

I eventually felt that tightening up of my nuts, as my cock expanded even more. I plunged into Margie as deep as possible and started pumping baby juice up my cock and into Margie's tight young pussy. I pumped and pumped for what seemed like five minutes, but wasn't more than a few seconds.

Margie had gone rigid and screamed when I began pumping baby juice into her. Her pussy squeezed and milked my cock for every drop of baby juice in it. Margie collapsed then and lay there breathing hard. Her body still shuddered from the powerful orgasms she had experienced. She didn't say anything for several minutes. Then she began to cry uncontrollably.

"Are you all right, Margie?" I asked, worried about her.

"Oh yes. Thank you, Mark! Thank you so much! That was the best sex I have had in a long, long time. I know now that you are a great Wizard and will help us remove the curse."

"How do you know that?" I asked, skeptically.

"When you came, I saw the source of your power. It's a great flame on a rock altar, a flame that has burned for a long time with no Master. You will claim it and use its power for good," Margie told me. We had both cooled down by now and I pulled the covers up over us again. It was right after this that Katie burst into the room.

"Margie, what have you done?" she demanded in anger on seeing her sister in the bed with me.

"I have given myself to Mark, sister, and I have seen the source of his power. It is truly impressive," Margie told her sister with pride.

"Why couldn't you wait? This is still too early. He isn't ready yet. You may have ruined everything," Katie wailed in despair.

"NO, sister!" Margie shouted. "You are wrong. It may be too early for some minor Wizard, but Mark is much more than that. You must also give yourself to him. See his power and his capacity, as I have, and you will know just how powerful a Wizard he will be. He only needs the training and our guidance. We will need to take him to others and soon, but for now we will suffice."

It was then that I saw that though Margie might be the romantic of the pair, under that soft exterior was a structure of hardened steel that few could prevail against. I could also see that Katie was far from convinced by her sister's argument. That is until Margie threw back the covers to reveal our naked bodies and my now re-hardening cock.

"Oh dear!" Katie mumbled in shock on seeing the 10" python growing under the now removed covers.

"Maybe ... maybe you're right, Margie. I ... I never, that is ... I didn't ... Oh, dear," she finished in confusion, as her sister rose from the bed, removed the bathrobe that a now confused Katie was wearing and put it on herself. Katie had been naked beneath it.

"You stay here with Mark for a while, and I'll go down and make us a little snack to hold us until morning. Give me your slippers, too," Margie told her, took her slippers, put her feet in them, turned and left.

"It's cold in here!" a now naked Katie said, and moved over toward the bed. I held the covers open so she could join me. Once in bed, Katie proved to be just as warm and as well rounded as her sister had been, of course they are twins. However, she seemed reluctant to touch me.

"This is still much too soon for this," her voice said, but her body didn't agree. She had already started leaking, and when I touched her, she was trembling, but no longer from the chill in the room. No, it was quite warm here under the covers. She was trembling with sexual energy and need.

"We shouldn't ... we should," she started, as I kissed her neck from behind her. A new shudder went through her then, as she twisted around, and I kissed her lips instead this next time.

"Oh God!" she moaned when we came up for air later. "We shouldn't be doing this," she managed to say before returning to kiss me even more passionately. Katie slipped to her back during this kiss, and I was on top of her. I stayed there and massaged her large firm breasts while she recovered from the last kiss.

"Take me!" she whispered, as her body shook even more from this last encounter. "Margie was right. I can't wait any longer. Oh, God help me!"

I slid into Katie's now dripping tight young pussy. I started with long slow strokes, but those didn't last long. Under all that practicality, Katie was just as hot and sexual, if not more so, then her sister was. Katie clamped down on my cock after a short time, and her body shook as the suppressed orgasm in her shattered her world.

I slowed for a while as she recovered, but we soon resumed our previous pace. Katie moaned, screamed, panted, and shuddered under me as we continued. She was nearing a third shattering orgasm when I felt my nuts tighten up again, and I plunged as deep into her as I was able just before I started pumping baby juice deep into Katie's young (?) body. Again, I seemed to pump prodigious amounts of cum into this sweet young girl, before I fell off of her in exhaustion. Katie had screamed when she felt me start to cum, gone rigid for a few seconds, then slumped to the mattress, and passed out.

We lay there for a time breathing raggedly and recovering. Katie's body still shook occasionally from the powerful orgasms that had racked her sweet body.

"Oh God!" she moaned finally, as tears ran down her cheeks. "Margie was right. I too saw the source of your power. I don't know if there is any other source of Magic as powerful in the world. What have we awakened? Can anyone, even you, control such a source of power?" Katie cried for a long time after that, before Margie returned with the snacks she had prepared for all of us.

She sat the tray with cheese and wine down on the desk and sat on the bed opposite her sister.

"Was I right?" she asked Katie.

"Yes, you were right," Katie replied in a faltering voice. "Can anyone control that?"

"Yes, I'm sure that Mark can. We must begin his training immediately, but in the morning will be soon enough," she assured her sister, and pulled back the covers on her side of the bed to join us. The trouble, of course, was that this was a Queen size bed, and a very tight fit even for three people who were very friendly.

"We should move to our own bed," both girls said after a short time. "It's bigger."

Margie had also brought a new robe and slippers for her sister. We all got up and dressed in robes and slippers before the sisters led me down the hall to the master bedroom, where they normally slept. There were a number of closed doors on the way.

The master bedroom was considerably larger than the room I had been in. It was dominated by the huge King size full canopy bed against one wall. There was a large mahogany hope chest at the foot of the bed and nightstands on either side of it. There were two chests of drawers and a dressing table along with a very large armoire or wardrobe. In fact all of the furniture in both bedrooms that I had seen were made of mahogany. There were two doors leading to adjacent rooms, a large bathroom and a sitting room. Neither of which we explored at this time.

Katie and Margie folded down the covers on either side of the bed, before we all climbed onto the high mattress of the bed. The top of the mattress was a good three feet above the floor and there were moveable steps to get on it. There were heavy drapes, pulled back now, that could be used to close off the entire bed to keep the heat in. On the wall hung a metal bed warmer to be used on very cold nights with embers from the fireplace in the sitting room to heat the bed before the occupants retired there.

We were soon all snuggled together in the bed, and I had a sweet young woman curled up on either side of me, before long we all fell asleep after a little kissing. The snacks had been forgotten in our desire to be close together in comfort.

I awoke Sunday morning to sunshine coming in the window, and a lovely young (?) woman on either side of me in bed. They were both snuggled up to me with their long red hair spread out all over the place. I could hear their soft breathing and feel their firm, warm female bodies pressed against me, as if they were afraid I might vanish.

It was very nice there under the covers with them, and I would have loved to stay there, but there were things to be done today. There was the minister coming to hold services this morning, and I had no idea what time he would arrive, or for that matter, what time it was currently, as there were no clocks visible in their bedroom, and I had left my watch in the other bedroom.

As if by magic, and I now had to give that serious consideration, immediately following that thought I heard a clock in the sitting room chimed eight times. It must be 8:00 AM or at least that was what the clock had certainly announced.

Again, as if by magic, both women awoke, sat up and began stretching. You have never been greeted to a lovelier sight in your life then two buxom 16-year-olds with long red hair stretching to greet the morning. It was awesome!