“Please, go on!” He kept staring at both of their breasts. His cock started oozing precum.
Jolene gave Paula a sly look. “Maybe we should skip the ass and legs, he doesn’t look like he is going to last,” she said.
“Jolene ass. Paula legs,” he blurted out. They both had nice legs and tight asses. Jolene’s ass was beyond insane, however. It was probably the finest ass on the planet. Even guys that made fun of her hair and her strange behavior couldn’t help but check it out.
Paula’s legs were incredibly long. She was of average height, so they really stood out when she wore shorts or a dress. They were always smooth and tan. He used to tease her and call her “Barbie”.
“Looks like we have a tie going into the final stretch if we include my hair,” said Jolene. “Don’t feel bad, Thomas. We knew you were giving us bs. Women do the same thing with men.” She curled her hand in a funny way and his cock nearly exploded. He looked down and it was beet red. Precum was pouring out. The warmth had spread to his entire loins.
They both stripped down to their panties. He wanted to cum more than ever. His cock ached.
Jolene looked at Paula. “You know what? I think we should leave things as they are,” she said. “We don’t need a winner, we need to see him drain those balls.”
“I agree completely,” replied Paula. She reached down and lightly started stroking her pussy through her panties. Jolene did the same. They lay back and started stroking a bit harder, sometimes slipping their fingers underneath the cloth.
They both started moaning. “Are you ready, Thomas?” asked Jolene.
His mind was being thrashed like waves crashing against a rocky coast. He couldn’t answer. The three of them tossed their head backs together and started wildly moaning.
The warmth was now heat. His entire body was red. Deep from inside it came, working it’s way up from his balls to his mind. He came harder than he ever had. The women came at the same time.
He shot a jet of cum that landed on the sheets between them. The next contraction was even deeper and the blast landed somewhere in Jolene’s hair. He was overwhelmed with spasms, blasting again and again. His body was on fire. He was sure he was close to madness.
And then it was done. He collapsed to the floor. The last thing he heard was their squeals of pleasure. The last thing he saw was his cum dripping off of the foot of the bed. He passed into a wonderful dream.
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She stood before him. Light was all around her. At first he thought it was Jolene. Then it looked like Paula. Then…
“Sonya?”
She smiled her sly smile. “Thank you for everything,” she said.
“What did I do?”
“You retrieved my diary”
“The diary is over 400 years old.”
“Is it?” She held it up before him. It looked brand new. The burn marks were gone.
“What is that fragment you had tucked inside?”
“It is written in a language that no longer exists. Just as I no longer exist.”
“Wait! Don’t go!”
She was gone.
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He woke up tucked between Jolene and Paula. They were stirring as well.
“Did last night really happen?” he asked.
“Take a look at the bed covering when you get out. We washed it as best we could,” said Paula.
“Don’t get out yet,” said Jolene, still half asleep. “You are warm. This country is so cold.”
He lay there and considered what had happened. His world had been turned upside down. Magic existed. He could no longer deny that. The two women he lay between had zapped some creep with electricity of their own creation, and used the same magic to levitate objects. Then they put him in some sort of trance and made him cum harder than he ever had.
Why were they bothering with college? They had to be able to amass a great fortune easily. Did the school have some secret section where they were taught to hone their skills?
And who was that beautiful woman in his dream?
“The fragment is written in a language that no longer exists,” he said. “I think you are correct, Jolene. I think the diary belonged to your ancestor. She visited me in my dream.”
“What? What did she say?” Jolene was now wide awake. She sat up and propped him up as well.
“She thanked me. Then she was gone.”
“She was probably ashamed of what she had done,” pondered Jolene. “As I said before, she wasn’t a victim. I think witches caused this hysteria to destroy their enemies.”
“No.” Thomas looked into her eyes. “She was a good person. I could feel it. I still do.”
“Then it is time to get to work. Wake up, Paula.”
Paula groaned. “Ugh, breakfast in this place again? All they eat in this country is sausage.”
They found a small cafe that made an attempt at espresso and other things besides sausage. Paula perked up a bit.
“Less than a week ago you didn’t believe in magic at all, now you can sense when someone is good?” asked Paula with a sarcastic smile.
“Oh fine, I admit it, I was wrong. I also didn’t know that I ranked women, by parts even. I feel so shallow.”
“Get over it,” said Jolene impatiently. “You said that this woman showed you the diary, but it was new and had no burn marks. Was there writing in it?”
“I don’t know, she didn’t open it.”
“Then how did you know the burn marks were gone?” Jolene asked.
“This one on the front was gone.” He pointed to the large burn on the front of the diary.
“Was there writing there?”
“Yes, it made the diary look more like a book. Something Malificarum, it said.”