Magical Sex Potion

"First, you want to see how the pizza tastes, right? So you gots to give it a nice big lick," Violet said, spreading Courtney's legs. Violet knelt between her milky thighs, separating Courtney's knees by pushing them open with her hands. Violet slid Courtney's checkered shirt up her creamy legs. Violet's tongue flickered out of her mouth. For a moment, Courtney looked like a frightened puppy, her cheeks reddening, her eyes bulging in their sockets.

"I don't... ooh," she said in a trembling voice, shivering as Violet's tongue tickled up her inner thigh. Melvin gasped. This was happening too fast. Why wasn't Courtney stopping her? His mind raced, his heart thumping in his chest, his cock hardening in his pants as he watched his secret crush's thighs licked by the pizza girl he'd fucked only days ago. He didn't want to see Courtney deflowered this way, and yet, he did at the same time.

"Please, don't... don't..." Courtney breathed.

"Don't stop? Don't worry, dear. I won't," Violet said, and one hand moved up to slowly caress and knead Courtney's breasts. Courtney tensed but did not try to stop her. Courtney didn't know why she was feeling this way, so tingly and needy, but she wanted the feelings coursing through her to continue. She bit her bottom lip: the expression of a girl who knew what she was doing was naughty but didn't dare stop.

Melvin's own inner conflict had no apparent effect on his sexual organs; they were already beginning to stir in the crotch of his pants. He couldn't take his eyes off Violet's long pink tongue lashing out and wetting Courtney's soft skin, couldn't open his mouth to tell them to please stop, this isn't what he had in mind when he'd asked Courtney out on a quiet date, just the two of them.

Violet pulled Courtney's top down over her breasts, Courtney's heaving mounds of flesh straining against the fabric of her lacy black bra. Courtney's breaths became quicker, and as her lust overtook her, she began to rub her tits, taking time to pinch the hard nipples between her fingers. She licked her lips.

Melvin thought of Morgan the witch; she would enjoy the irony of Melvin's situation, probably sitting in her shop and laughing her ass off at this very moment. Last week he wouldn't have imagined any woman acting like this in front of him, and now he only wanted it to stop, if only to protect his mental image of the cute young waitress he'd been crushing on for almost a year.