I

Laurel waited at one side of the family room, wearing a one-piece bathing suit and carrying a towel. She knew better than to cross in front of her brother without permission when he was watching TV. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, subconsciously protecting her from whatever jibes her brother might send at her about her recently adolescent body.

"Go!" Hunter commanded her indignantly.

Laurel walked briskly to the back door.

"Just my sister - she's going to play in the sprinklers or some shit," Hunter spoke into his phone. "I don't know - because she's a freak," he added in answer to his friend's question. "No, just a freshman."

Outside, Laurel relaxed. The grass felt good between her toes on her way to the greenhouse.

Once there she prepared her space. She laid the towel out on the brick floor to sit on and overturned a bucket to serve as a table. Then she found her mother's secret chest, and withdrew a book she knew very well from it: an illustrated encyclopedia of sex magic.

At first, Laurel browsed, as she often had. On one page, watercolor illustrations of a couple copulating in various positions were matched with diagrams of the phases of the moon and planets, along with an analysis that was well over Laurel's head. On another page, erect penises of all shapes and sizes were drawn in pencil, each accompanied by a paragraph describing the mystical significance of each.

Laurel casually rubbed her bathing suit between her legs. Her clitoris began to stiffen - a small hard dot hidden in her soft flesh like an iceberg in the ocean. She left one hand to stroke her sex awake while the other flipped the pages.

Several cut-away views showed vaginas filled with fingers in various positions - the beginnings of a spell to bolster milk production. Vulvae of various sorts were drawn next to the flowers after which they are named.

Laurel moved the crotch of her bathing suit aside. With slow deliberate strokes, she gathered wetness on her fingers and drew it up to her clit. Barely audibly, she gasped with every stroke.

She was ready to really start. Her fingers moved in light circles around her clit. Her mouth hung open and her breathing became heavy. She flipped the book to the page that fascinated her the most.

It was a painting, spread across both pages. A young woman with curly hair, slightly chubby but well-formed, was lying on a natural stone alter in a glade. She was open, sprawled invitingly, and casting her gaze hungrily toward the other figure in the picture.

The other figure was a beast. His body was a man's, but he had the legs and horns of a goat. Laurel didn't know if his cock was a goat's, but it certainly wasn't human. It was impossibly large - maybe the size of a person's forearm, and the head contained numerous irregular ridges. At its base was a similarly large scrotum covered with fur.

Laurel moaned as she stroked her clitoris and consumed the details of the painting. He was there for her - Laurel could see it in both their eyes. Soon, somehow, he would fill her up with his monolithic cock. He would thrust into her and he would change her. He would make her feel things human women aren't meant to feel. His animal breath would be on her and his strong hands would grip her tightly, and he would thrust and thrust and thrust.

Laurel couldn't imagine anything that big inside her. Even a regular human-sized cock seemed like too much, even though she knew that billions of women world-wide found them to be comfortable and commonplace. But the beast's cock... despite the utter impossibility of it, she wanted it. She wanted that magical animal thing inside her.

The feeling of inevitability arrived: she was going to come. This time she wouldn't forget the words. Orgasm sprung to life within her. Instead of moaning, she recited the words. Heat and love and joy pulsed inside of her while her fingers kept rubbing her clit, but she remembered the words, and she bound them to her intent. And then, spent, she fell back on her towel and panted with relief.

Slowly as the seconds went by, the plants of the greenhouse obeyed her command. Flowers opened, stamens became rigid, and by the end of a minute, the air was filled with countless particles of pollen. Laurel smiled to herself for her accomplishment.

Having caught her breath, Laurel stood up and manipulated the greenhouse's mister controls. The air became thick with water, and in the mist a face appeared.

"I did it! Can you tell?" Laurel asked.

"I can! Nicely done!" the face of Laurel's teacher replied.

"I could never do anything like that when mom was teaching me. Most of the time I couldn't even do a single flower without mom helping me. Thanks Alison. I wish I could hug you," Laurel said.

"I do too. You're the best student I've had in a long time," the woman in the mist replied.

"I don't get it," Laurel mused, sitting on another overturned bucket. "If sex magic is so powerful, why don't people use it for everything?"

"It's not, really," Alison explained. "This is a particularly synergistic case. I mean, what you just did was plant sex." With a wink she added, "You basically just made all of these plants come on your face."

Laurel grinned at the open vulgarity. She could never talk with her mother like this - not in a million years. Alison was more a friend than a grown-up, if that term even applied to what she was.

Laurel looked back to her book, still open to the painting of the maiden and beast. She touched it almost lewdly, betraying thoughts that polite society kept telling her she wasn't supposed to have. "Do you think I could summon one? Am I good enough yet?" Laurel asked.

"Well...," Alison cautioned, "there's summoning, and then there's controlling. I think you might be able to summon one - a lot of outsiders want to be summoned. He would certainly give you an evening to remember. But that would probably involve raping and killing all of your family and friends. Let's focus on human boys for now, okay?"

"Human boys...," Laurel repeated, melancholy at the thought.

She snapped herself out of it. "I've got to go - gotta get started on my ordinary homework. I can't wait for our next lesson!"

"I'll see you soon," Alison answered.

II

Clover arrived at the principal's office to find her daughter crying into her hands. "Hey hon," she said, kindly. "What's going on?"

"I just want to go home," Laurel whined into her hands.

Clover looked to the principal for clarity.

"There was an incident... a lot of the students were teasing her," he explained. "She was just a little overwhelmed is all."

"Thank you for calling," Clover said. "We're just going to take the rest of the day off." The principal nodded.

Laurel's tears had dried by the time they got home.

"Can you tell me about it?" Clover asked.

Laurel sniffled. "Mr. Avery was talking about skeletons - the differences between men and women, like how women's hips are wider. He asked if anyone knew of any other differences, so I raised my hand and said the penis bone."

Understanding and pain flashed across Clover's face, but she stayed silent and let her daughter continue.

"They all started laughing at me! They said there's no such thing as a penis bone! They said I was a freak for being home schooled. Mr. Avery tried to ignore it and move on, but he couldn't because they wouldn't stop laughing!"

Laurel began to cry again. "I told them they were wrong - that I had seen them and they're called baculums - but they just laughed more and called me 'boner girl'! Mom, they're wrong! Grandma has a charm made out of one that she takes to bingo! I've seen them in books! But I couldn't tell them how I knew!"

Clover covered Laurel's hand with her own. "You're half right, hon. Many mammals have penis bones - bacula - but humans don't. The one in Grandma's charm is from a raccoon.

At first Laurel was shocked, but that soon gave way to anger. "God, why did you do this to me?" She asked, slamming her hands on the table. "Why couldn't you just let me go to school like a regular kid?"

Clover reached for her daughter's hand again, but was rebuffed. "I know it's difficult adjustment, baby, but pretty soon you'll have the best of both worlds, I promise!"

Laurel sniffled. "I want to learn glamours," she demanded.

"Not yet," Clover replied firmly. "You're learning at such a fast pace, but you're not ready for glamours yet."

Laurel scowled. She knew about her mother's hypocrisy. Clover had cast glamours when she was Laurel's age: Alison had said so.

"The boys all hate me," Laurel said.

"Just give it time," Clover implored. "Once they get to know you they'll think you're a really great girl."

"No they won't," Laurel argued. "They all hate Tasha, and she's been going to school with them since second grade." When Clover didn't immediately answer, Laurel added, "Boys only like pretty girls. I need to learn glamours so the boys will think I'm pretty."

"Sweetheart...," Clover said, holding her arms open for an embrace, but Laurel left the room instead.

III

"How did I screw up Laurel's education so badly?" Clover asked her husband as she got ready for bed. James was already in bed reading.

"Come on baby, you can't be so hard on yourself," James responded. "We didn't see the signs in time. She's just one of those kids who needs more socialization. We'll fix it."

"It's just, she was so interested in magic - so eager to soak it all up," Clover explained as she crawled into bed with James. "After Hunter's complete disinterest, and all my mom's talk about the family legacy, I thought... I thought Laurel could be one of the greats if I could just spend enough time with her."

"Maybe she still can," James suggested.

Clover shook her head. "She's pulling away from me. Pretty soon spending time in the garden with mom will be the last thing she wants to do."

James held her hand.

"She wants me to teach her glamours," Clover announced.

"You don't think she's good enough yet?" James asked.

"She's more than ready on a technical level," Clover explained. "But she's not mature enough. I don't trust her to be responsible."

"I don't get it," James said. "Isn't it just like magical makeup? What's the big deal, we let her pierce her ears years ago.

"Makeup. Photoshop. For someone who really knows what they're doing, it can approach a love potion or almost even mind control. Honestly I'd be a lot less concerned if she weren't such a good student," Clover said with a frown.

James put his book on the nightstand. He kissed his wife on the cheek and then the neck, and wrapped his arm around her waist - his unspoken code for asking if she wanted to fool around tonight.

"I'm really excited about this workshop, but I feel like this is the worst possible time in Laurel's life for me to be away from her," Clover continued, ignoring James' advances.

"I'll be here for her," James explained soothingly. He withdrew to his own side of the bed and held Clover's hand again. "You'll go to Portugal, and you will help teach the next generation of master witches. And you'll learn all kinds of exciting new techniques yourself. After a week, the kids will go out of their way to talk to you on FaceTime. And after a month they'll be begging you to tell them stories about all of the people you've met. And after two months, we will all meet you at the airport and make all the other travelers jealous with how much we've missed you."

Clover squeezed his hand, and then turned out the light on her nightstand. James followed suit. "I love you James," she said.

IV

Hunter set the sock and lotion bottle on the desk to the left of the keyboard before sitting down and powering on his rig. He was there to work, but he knew that he could only stay focused for so long before being overwhelmed by other drives.

Hunter admired his work while his favorite character appeared before him naked in a T-pose while his 3-D animation files loaded. Mia was a beautiful young woman with bangs and long black hair in a high ponytail. Her left eye was blue and her right one green; the nail polish on each hand matched that side's eye. Her features were idealized, of course - well beyond what any real human woman could look like - but that was standard for the genre of game Hunter and his friend Andy were going to write. Her breasts dominated her torso while her waist was scarcely as big around as one of them. Her hips, of course, were wider - just the right size for all the sexy walking animations Hunter had tried over the last few months. At the moment, she had a small triangle of black pubic hair on her mons, almost an arrow, but Hunter was always changing his mind about how that should look.

In most of his animation projects, Mia would be immodestly clothed and cutting down monsters with her giant sword, but this project was different. This project wasn't for the game - it was for Hunter alone.

Once the project finished loading, Mia was on her knees in front of a featureless smoky male figure in a low-poly-count room with a rug and fireplace. Hunter had no interest detailing the man: apart from the cock and balls Hunter had provided he was basically unchanged from the template model Hunter had downloaded.

Playing at normal speed, Mia surrounded the shadow-man's cock with her mouth. Soft feminine moans and slurping sounds - stolen from the Internet - played as she bobbed her head back and forth giving her 3-D partner head. Slowly the camera moved back to show her entire body. Mia's ponytail and breasts swayed: her entire body was engaged in moving her mouth on her partner's cock.

Mia giggled.

Hunter's right hand had been squeezing his own semi-hard dick through this underwear, but he had to return it to to his mouse to pause the animation. Backing up, Hunter adjusted her eyes, and very slightly, the tilt of her head. Now Mia was looking up at her lover's face when she giggled.

Hunter resumed playing the animation. His left hand went to his dick while his right stayed on the mouse. Mia continued to pump her mouth on the shadow-man's cock, moaning softly and sucking loudly, for another minute. It needed something.

Hunter rewound to the right spot and started working on the sequence of motions to move her hand to the shadow-man's balls. The arm was easy, but getting her fingers to surround the scrotum instead of passing through it took several tries. He moved the balls in time with Mia's moving hand to give the sense that they were resting on her hand.

He rewound and hit play. Seconds later he pulled the waistband of his briefs down and wrapped his left hand around his cock. Back and forth, his hand moved the tube of skin over the hard core of his dick. His foreskin repeatedly swept over the ridge of his glans. His excitement stirred.

Leaving his penis alone momentarily, Hunter paused the playback to make some adjustments, and then he watched it again. A few more adjustments, and then he watched it again. A few more.

Hunter was satisfied with new edit. More importantly, he was too distracted to continue working. Hunter wanted to come. He needed to come - inside her, Mia, his creation. He hit play one last time and switched to his right hand.

After a few more seconds of cock-sucking, the scene changed. Mia was on her back, looking up at the camera, smiling. The red fire light reflected softly off of Mia's globular tits. "Mmm-hmm!" The girlish audio played, and Mia nodded her head. Then the camera shifted forward, just a few inches. Mia's mouth opened and she moaned.

Hunter was, of course, ready. He squeezed his lotion-covered hand on his cock head while his avatar penetrated his beloved creation. He couldn't help but moan himself as he moved his hand up and down on his head. Meanwhile, the camera was shifting forward and back above Mia as she smiled and moaned at him.

He wondered what it was like - sex - having his cock inside a vagina. Softer and warmer than his fingers, he imagined, and with a tightness that was more uniform, probably.

The camera's movements sped up, and so did Hunter. Mia moaned and gasped with greater excitement. She licked her lips.

Hunter wiped the lotion from his hand onto his standby sock, and went back to work on his shaft, jerking it hard and fast. Mia grunted blissfully with every cycle of the camera's thrusting motion, sometimes tossing her head side to side, and sometimes biting her lip.

Mia shrieked lustily, clearly only moments from climax. So was Hunter. He grabbed the sock and swiftly covered his dick with it before resuming his frenzied jerking. The fabric rubbed violently but excitingly against his tip. It was more than he could take, but he clenched tightly, not letting himself come until his lover did. He didn't have to wait long. Mia belted out her orgasm, her computer-generated face displaying a mix of amazed surprise and relief that, in other moments, Hunter was quite proud of. Hunter let himself go. Semen gushed out of him into his sock, and in its place his whole body was filled with incomprehensible satisfaction.

V

Laurel turned her hands under the table, stretching fingers this way and that, like Alison had shown her. Hunter, lying on the living room floor doing homework and watching TV, shifted position uncomfortably. This was the fifth erection his little sister had secretly forced on him today: the fifth erection that just would not go away - at least, as long as Laurel was able to continue the spell. Four times already today, Hunter had taken care of the problem the way teen boys typically do. The most recent time, he had rubbed himself raw, pushing past the pain to achieve orgasm and relief. He couldn't understand why now, even after all that, his body was insisting on more. For minutes he ignored it, squirming on the ground trying to find a comfortable way to sit. Laurel pressed on with her spell and finally Hunter left for the solitude of his bedroom.

The spell had been more difficult each time Laurel had attempted it today: each time she had to overcome the increasing sexual fatigue in Hunter's body. That was the whole point, though: Laurel enjoyed the greater challenge. For the first time in a long while, magic was fun again.

Glamours had been easy to learn to cast. To Laurel's mind, that just showed how little her mother thought of her. Understanding how to use glamours to create the right effect, on the other hand, was a subject of ongoing coaching from Alison.

"Glamours aren't illusions," Alison had said. "They're tricks of the mind that draw attention to certain characteristics, and if you're good, influence how people react to those. But you have to be subtle - work with what you've got."

"For you, Laurel, I think we should focus on your legs," Alison went on. "You've got a great legs and a great butt, and with some care, I bet we can get all the guys noticing. Probably your hair, too - such a beautiful auburn."

"Can't we do something about, you know, these?" Laurel had asked, moving her hands to her breasts.

"No," Alison had said flatly, "not without changing the way you dress."

"What's wrong with the way I dress?" Laurel had asked, trying not to be hurt by the fashion criticism from the woman-shaped talking mist.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Alison had explained. "You've got that good-girl school-girl look, and it works for you. But so far you don't have a whole lot up top, and your wardrobe does nothing to show off what you do have. We can use a glamour to make guys look at your chest, but it would probably backfire and make them think of you as flatter than you really are."

"But if I have to dress like a slut to get guys' attention anyway, then what good is using magic?" Laurel had asked, frustrated.

"It's just one more tool for your kit," Alison had said. "A tool that the other girls in your school don't have. Don't worry about your boobs right now. Go to school with your glamours set up like I told you for a week or two, and watch what happens, okay?"

And Laurel had seen a difference. The girls still teased her, but the guys didn't much, and sometimes she caught them looking at her in ways that she liked. Alison had proven her wisdom yet again.

VI

"Laurel, come say hi to your mom before you go," James instructed his daughter.

"I'll miss the bus!" Laurel complained.

"Hunter will drive you," James suggested. Hunter snorted and sneered, but a look from James set him straight.

James handed Laurel his phone before she could argue any more.

"Hi sweetheart!" Clover said through the video chat. She was sunburned and her strawberry blond hair looked ragged, but her joy shined above it all.

"Hi mom. How's Woodstock or whatever?" Laurel asked.

"It's a blast," Clover answered. "I'm having so much fun, and I'm learning so much! I can't wait to teach you this new dehydration enchantment I learned."

Laurel rolled her eyes.

"Hey, what was that for?" Clover asked.

"It's just...," Laurel began, "what's the point? It's not like any of this stuff is actually useful. All those years studying... I could have been, I don't know, learning to be a cheerleader or something."

"Okay, hon, I get it," Clover said sympathetically. "Your interests are changing. Hang in there. When I get home we'll sit down and find you something more inspiring to work on. Sound good?"

"Yeah, I guess," Laurel answered.

VII

Laurel didn't usually risk a visit with Alison in the greenhouse when her dad was home, but she was too excited. It would be different if her mother were home, of course. She'd had to be very careful with her secret lessons at the start, but now that Clover was in Portugal for her festival or conference or whatever they called it, Laurel could get away with more.

Despite the chill in the late night air, Laurel snuck to the greenhouse in her bathing suit and turned on the misters. As usual, a lovely woman's face appeared in the mist to talk with her.

"How was the dance?" Alison asked. The smile on Laurel's face didn't leave much question.

"So many boys wanted to dance with me, I can't believe it!" Laurel said. "I barely had time to sit down and talk with my friends! Well, I mean, sometimes they'd ask and I'd say not right now, but then they always came back again later. Once, Cory and Brett asked me at the same time, and I thought they might get in a fight!"

"I'm so glad you had a good time," Alison said. "Any special sparks with any of these guys?"

Laurel blushed and smiled slyly. "Artie put his hand on my butt while we were dancing," she said. "Like, the whole time. Some of the other guys touched it - like by accident or whatever - but Artie pulled me in tight for a slow dance and that's just where his hand was. It was weird being that close to him: I could smell his soap.

"And what do we think about this Artie?" Alison asked.

"He's cute - kinda rebellious," Laurel explained. "I've thought about, you know, being with him. But he's not the one I really want. Matt is. We danced once, but Matt spent most of the time talking with his friends."

"I told you you'd be fitting in in no time," Alison said.

"Thanks to you," Laurel said.

After a pause, Laurel spoke again. "How hard would it be to fix a deformity?" She asked.

"Really hard," Alison answered. "A dozen witches as advanced as your mother could maybe do it, over a year. Plastic surgery is definitely the easier route. Why do you ask?"

"It's Tasha - my friend Tasha?" Laurel began. "She's so sweet and funny and nice, but life is so hard for her. Her face - one side of it is sort of droopy. It's from when she was a baby, some kind of sickness. They didn't have good doctors in the country she grew up in, so everyone calls her ugly and makes fun of her face and her accent."

Laurel sighed. "Even when they're not teasing her, they're still mean. I talked her into coming to the dance tonight. I promised her that some of the guys would want to dance with her, but nobody asked her. So then I convinced her that she should ask them to dance. She's super-shy, but she tried. I watched her walking toward where Noah was sitting with his friends. He saw her - I know he did! And he got up and left right before she got there. The same thing happened with Stephen."

Laurel wrapped her towel around her shoulders. She was shivering: the wet cold air was sucking the warmth from her bones.

"Is it possible to cast a glamour on someone else? Maybe make her face not as noticeable?" Laurel asked. "She's got a great body - like a senior's. Really big boobs."

"Probably not," Alison said. "I mean, you could if she were supporting you - part of the invocation itself. But obviously you can't do that without revealing the truth about magic."

"Teach me how," Laurel demanded.

"Your mom's going to be really pissed," Alison protested.

"I don't care about my mom! Tasha is my best friend. I have to help her," Laurel pleaded.

"Well, I could...," Alison said, "I could work with you girls - make you into a proper circle. But not like this. Mist projection won't do - I'd have to be there with you in person. You wouldn't just be showing her that magic exists, you'd be showing her a real live demon. You'd be asking for an awful lot of trust."

"We can trust her," Laurel declared.

"There's another problem," Alison went on. Laurel grunted with frustration. "In order for me to work with you in person, you'd have to take down your mother's wards. I can't come anywhere near your house until that happens.

"I don't care!" Laurel insisted. "Tasha needs this! You can teach me how to disable the wards, right? "

"Okay, if you're sure," Alison surrendered. "You're going to need some supplies. Do you know how to make a berry ink?"

"Yeah, easy," Laurel answered.

"Good. Make about an ounce of that," Alison explained. "Use berries grown on your own land if you can. Then you're going to need a quill - goose feather would be good. And then onion skins, a little fennel, and some kind of flame. A candle made from the fat of livestock is traditional, but honestly a disposable lighter will do just fine. Think you can do it?"

"Berry ink, onion skins, fennel, lighter. Got it!" Laurel repeated enthusiastically.

"Good. Check back in with me when you're ready for the next step," Alison said before she faded away into the mist.

VIII

Breaking her mother's protective spells had been an exhilarating act of rebellion for Laurel. Who did her mother think she was, anyway, surrounding their home with all these creepy paranoid spells? It took skill to dismantle the wards, but Alison had taught Laurel what to do, and Laurel had risen to the challenge. And now that she could finally meet Alison face to face, Laurel was on track to learn all the cool stuff that her mother held back from her.

IX

Tasha and Lenny followed Laurel into the back yard. Laurel was acting strangely - nervous - but had promised to tell them an important secret. The three girls sat down by a row of rose bushes while Laurel struggled to find the words for her announcement.

"Okay, see, magic is real," Laurel finally proclaimed. "My mom has been teaching me since I was little."

Lenny smirked, as if waiting for a punchline. Tasha's face was emotionless. Years of experience had taught the disfigured girl not to draw any attention to her face: to do so invited involuntary looks of revulsion even from the most caring of people.

Laurel was surprised that neither of her friends said anything; this wasn't like the rehearsals in her mind. "Let me show you. Tasha, choose a flower," she said.

"Um, okay, that one," Tasha said, pointing at one of the dozens of pink flowers.

"Cool, watch that one," Laurel said. "Give me a minute."

Laurel sat cross-legged with her hands flat on the ground in front of her. She didn't need any gestures or incantations for this spell, she had been doing it for as long as she remembered. Her mind reached through the earth and touched the plant, coaxing her desired behavior. A minute later she opened her eyes.

"Well?" She asked of her friends, expecting astonishment.

"Well what?" Lenny responded.

"What do you mean what?" Laurel argued. "There's like six bees on that flower. Just that flower. I did that!" Like she implied, the bees were only interested in that single bloom.

"Come on, Laur - you sprayed it with something," Tasha said dismissively.

"You chose it!" Laurel proclaimed. Lenny rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I've got another demonstration," Laurel said. "I'll give you scientific proof."

Laurel led the other two girls to the greenhouse, where she lit a candle and handed it to Tasha along with a ruler.

"How tall is the flame?" Laurel asked.

"Like just below an inch?" Tasha answered.

"Okay, keep watching. This is going to take a while," Laurel instructed.

This time Laurel lay on her back on the brick floor, with her knees bent and her arms crossed over her chest. She closed her eyes and she thought about the beast from the picture in her mother's secret sex magic book. She replayed her well-rehearsed fantasy in her mind, with a few improvised changes. He leaned over her and kissed her. He bit her neck to mark her as his own. He tore open her shirt and teased her breasts with his fingers. He spread her legs and ripped off her panties, and then he climbed on top of her and took her.

Laurel's breathing quickened, as did her heartbeat. She could feel her pulse beating in her neck and ears. She could feel her vagina swelling with anticipation, and the wetness it exuded. But mostly she could hear her own breath. Again Laurel reached out, this time to all of the plants in the greenhouse, sharing the experience with them. With a few mystical calculations she pushed her arousal out to them. They too, in their ways, secreted and breathed. Their metabolisms rushed, just as hers did.

Finally Laurel opened her eyes and sat up. She abandoned her fantasy, despite the temptation to send her friends home and touch herself for the rest of the afternoon.

"Well?" Laurel asked.

"Inch and three-eighths," Tasha said with some disbelief. "How'd you do that?"

Laurel smiled. "I made the plants release more oxygen," she said. "More oxygen, bigger flame."

"Say we believe you that magic is real," Lenny said. "No offense, but can you do anything cool with it? Can you fly?"

"Tcha, no!" Laurel said, happy that her friends were taking her claim seriously. "That kind of stuff is just in movies. But..., I can make boys like me. Haven't you noticed the attention I've been getting lately?

"Boys like you because you're beautiful," Tasha objected.

"I'm not beautiful - I'm plain," Laurel argued. Tasha frowned. She had a perspective on the measure of beauty to which her friends were blind. "You just think I'm beautiful because of the spell," Laurel added.

"Your mom taught you how make boys like you?" Lenny asked.

"Pff, no!" Laurel answered. "She only ever taught me the plant stuff, and like, oral hygiene spells - that sort of thing. Even Hunter knows that one. I've got a new teacher now, and she's going to teach us how to make boys like you too. I can't wait for you to meet her!"

X

Lenny and Tasha's worlds changed when they met Alison in the woods behind Laurel's house in the middle of the night. Were it not for her wings and tail, Alison would have come across as a cover girl for some sorority magazine, or perhaps a model for a party college's pamphlets. Her blond hair was in a ponytail. Her smile was sincere and blindingly white. A simple olive backless top hugged her slender body, and a gray miniskirt with a geometric pattern hung from her hips. But two large bat wings were affixed to her back, and a snake-like tail swung below her skirt.

Whatever doubts Lenny and Tasha had about Laurel's claims of magic were dashed in an instant.

"Holy shit, so demons are real too?" Lenny asked. "Do you like, kill people?"

Alison smiled sweetly. "I go to great lengths to avoid it," she said. "But I'm sort of forced into a particularly lifestyle. I don't exactly fit in at the coffee shop or cubical farm," she added, pointing to her wings which stretched and flexed.

"She's cool. Trust me," Laurel told her friends. "She's taught me all kinds of cool magic."

"And now I'm going to teach you girls to work together so that Laurel can work more powerful spells. And in the process maybe we'll see about getting you girls a little action," Alison said with a wink. "Now, this is sex magic, so you girls are going to have to get to know each other pretty well. Is that going to be okay?"

"I don't know...," Tasha said.

"Come on, Tash! It's all for you," Laurel told her. "Once we get good at this stuff, you'll have your pick of any guy at school. It'll be worth it, I promise."

Tasha nodded. "Okay."

"Well I'm in," Lenny stated. "No way I'm going to pass up an opportunity to learn actual magic."

XI

The first lesson, Alison explained, was just to help the girls become comfortable with their bodies and sexuality. All they had to do was dance naked in the woods. All three girls were apprehensive at first, but by the third night, they found it exciting and freeing. They would sleep over at Laurel's house and set an alarm for 2:00 AM, and then sneak out into the woods when they were sure that Laurel's brother and father were asleep.

"Time for the next step," Alison told the girls after watching them frolic and laugh for several minutes.

"We're ready, coach!" Lenny said.

"I want you to watch each other masturbate," Alison announced. Instantly the girls were glancing uncomfortably from one to another. "Look, it doesn't have to be weird. It's normal, and it's a good thing. And I need you three to all understand each other, sexually. Now you can do it out here, with me to advise you, or you can do it in the comfort of the house. I don't think I should risk going in there though, so you'll be on your own that way. Either way, I brought you these to help out."

Alison revealed a nice wood box and opened the lid. Inside were a variety sex toys.

"Umm, inside, I think," Laurel said. The other girls reluctantly nodded.

Inside Laurel's bedroom, the girls opened the box and began to examine the contents.

"Check me out, I'm Nora Baker!" Lenny said as she put the head of a particularly large dildo in her mouth. When she tried to push it further in, she gagged and had to remove it.

"Do you think she's really as big a slut as everyone says?" Tasha asked.

"No - she's a virgin," Laurel answered. "Alison taught me some sexual divination tricks. Only Mary, Kirsten, and Candace have had their V-cards punched."

"Mary? Really?" Tasha asked. "She's so..."

"Yeah, I don't know," Laurel responded.

"What do you think you do with this?" Lenny asked, holding up a cone-shaped toy.

"That's for your butt," Tasha explained. Lenny frowned.

"So, I guess I'll go first?" Laurel suggested. "Maybe we should all take off our clothes?"

Once they were all naked, Laurel grabbed a vibrator from the box. It was wand-shaped with a big ball on the end, and buttons to control the vibration speed and pattern. "I've never tried anything like this," she explained.

Laurel made a pile of pillows up against her headboard, sat back against them, and let her knees fall open, exposing herself to her friends. She wondered what they were thinking, looking at her like this. Was her pussy weirdly shaped somehow? Would they make fun of the noises she makes? She put those fears aside, trusting in Alison's lesson.

She felt a powerful jolt and winced when she touched the vibrator head to her clit. "Oh!" She said with a wince. "Too much!"

She dialed down the speed and decided she needed to warm up before getting near her clit again. Instead she moved the ball slowly up and down her lips, just barely making contact. She moaned softly, and she could feel a sudden surge in the fluids her vagina was producing. Oh my god, they're watching me leak all over the bed, she thought. But her determination triumphed over her insecurity. She continued, growing more relaxed and more aroused.

Tasha stared in wonder while her friend buzzed herself toward ecstasy. Even her pussy is beautiful, she thought, envious of the lighter pink shade of her friend's inner sex, and the petite labia bundled neatly together. She admired Laurel, though, for having the courage to do this in front of her.

Lenny was less interested in Laurel's pussy than her body as a whole. It was a body that a girl their age was supposed to have - not bony like hers. She was intrigued by the tiny movements Laurel's hips made from time to time, always accompanied by soft grunts.

Laurel pressed the speed-up button on the vibrator and reapplied it to her sex, but this time she made deliberate strokes, approaching her clitoris time and again, gasping when it got close. The strokes grew shorter each time, until eventually she was holding the vibrator head in place, just below her clit. She screwed her eyes shut and groaned. The feeling was too powerful, but she loved it.

"Oh, fuck me!" Laurel cried softly, imagining the beast from the book with his head between her legs, his tongue performing lightning strokes across her clit. Her hips wouldn't stop jumping and her pussy tightened rhythmically.

"Fuck me!" She pleaded again, knowing that she was on the cusp of something amazing. Then all of the tension inside of her burst. She came harder than she ever had. She threw the wand aside and pressed both hands to her pussy as if she needed to protect it, while the orgasm echoed inside her and then finally faded away.

Laurel opened her eyes, turned off the vibrator, and looked at her friends, anxious of what they might be thinking.

"That was really good," Lenny said supportively. She knew that Laurel needed to hear something positive after exposing herself like that.

"Should I go next?" Lenny asked. Tasha nodded thankfully.

"You should try this," Laurel volunteered. "I'll go wash it for you."

"No thanks," Lenny said. "I like to get my cooch stuffed." Laurel gave her a curious look, so she explained: "You know how my mom always buys all those hot dogs? I don't actually eat that many hot dogs."

Lenny pulled a long but unthreateningly skinny dildo out of the box. "I think I'll call him Enrique," she said with a giggle. She poked at the flexible disc-shaped base. "What do you suppose this is about?" She asked.

"That's a suction cup," Tasha answered.

"Cool!" Lenny announced. She moved from place to place in Laurel's bedroom looking for a surface to attach the suction cup end, but nothing that would hold seemed positioned well for humping. "Hmm. What good is it?" She asked.

"The girls the videos Dad watches sometimes stick it onto tiles in the shower and then back up into it," Tasha volunteered. The other girls gave her questioning looks, so she clarified: "He doesn't clear his browser history, so sometimes these things come up instead of what I'm looking for."

"Ooh!" Lenny said, prancing into the bathroom that Laurel's bedroom shared with a guest bedroom. After a few failed attempts, she stuck it to the tile wall at the right height. She stood over the thing and rocked so that the fake penis appeared and disappeared between her legs under her curly black bush. As she slid her cunt up and down the silicon shaft Lenny grinned and made almost intimate eye contact with her friends. Tasha looked away, but despite her discomfort, Laurel kept her gaze.

"Okay, it's going in," Lenny announced. She tried to stuff her bogus lover inside her, but it wouldn't take. "This is harder than it looks," she opined.

"I think you need to lean forward," Tasha observed.

Lenny did as she was instructed. With her hands on her knees for support, Lenny was able to lean forward enough that the tip of the cock-thing entered her pussy nicely and stayed there. She sighed as she wiggled her ass to take more of it in.

Hands on her knees, Lenny started rolling her hips, and the dildo rubbed inside her pussy. "You sure seem to know a lot about this," she said to Tasha.

"I... my dad... his browser...," Tasha stammered.

"I'm just teasing," Lenny said. "Anyway, this feels fucking awesome, so thanks!"

Leaning over as she was, Lenny's meager breasts seemed more substantial. Laurel watched how they swayed as the skinny girl rocked her ass into the wall and stroked the dildo inside her. Lenny noticed Laurel's attention, so she cupped her hands on her breasts and rolled them around, putting on a lewd show.

"Hey Laurel, did I ever mention how sexy your dad is?" Lenny asked.

"Ew, gross! Don't think about my dad when you're doing that!" Laurel replied.

"Too late!" Lenny quipped. "Remember when he was building that barbecue pit?" She went on, gasping every few words. Her grinding became more vigorous. "I'll remember him shirtless for the rest of my life. Hey, how big is James' cock, anyway? Do you think he's bigger than Enrique here?"

"I don't know!" Laurel objected. "And don't call him James!"

Lenny just smiled and kept grinding. She closed her eyes and, while steadying herself with one hand, rubbed her clit in quick circles with the other. "Oh, James, yes!" She said, lost in fantasy now instead of just teasing Laurel. "I know you've always wanted me. Your wife's out of town - she'll never know. Oh god, James, fuck me harder! Yes! Yes! Do it! Come inside me! Nnnnngggh!"

Lenny put both hands on her knees and remained still while her vagina pulsed around the silicon cock that was filling it up. Her breath was quick and her face and chest turned red. When the final aftershocks of her orgasm were finished she stepped away from the wall-cock and, to the surprise of her friends, dropped to her knees and sucked the vagina juice off of it.

"That, girls," Lenny said as she removed the dildo from the wall, "is how you masturbate."

Laurel shoved Lenny's shoulder delicately. "I hate you," she said jokingly.

The girls went back into the bedroom, and Laurel and Lenny watched while Tasha sifted through the box of toys. "I want to try this," she said quietly. The toy she selected was a vibrating dildo with a rabbit-shaped appendage.

Laurel and Lenny smiled and waited patiently while Tasha arranged a stack of pillows to lean against, sat down, and began to fidget with the vibration control buttons. Once she was satisfied with the speed, and after sharing a nervous look with each of her friends, Tasha touched the gently vibrating torpedo to her opening. Tentatively she tried to push the tip in, but stopped, twice.

"I can't do this," she cried. She dropped the dildo and covered her mouth with a hand.

"Hey, it's okay - it's like Alison said, we're sisters here," Laurel said soothingly. "Just girls having fun together. It's nothing to get stressed out about.

Tasha remained silent, so Laurel volunteered an idea. "Would it be better if we helped you?"

Tasha sniffled. "How would that work?"

"Here," Laurel said as she slid between Tasha and the pillow pile. "Lean back," Laurel added. Laurel hadn't considered it before hand, but her naked body was pressed against Tasha's, and Tasha's head rested comfortably between Laurel's breasts. Laurel caressed Tasha's face, from her temples to her jaw.

Lenny picked up the dildo, turned the vibrations off, and inched up between Tasha's legs. Slowly she moved the tip between Tasha's prominent labia, rotating it from time to time as she watched Tasha's fluids cover more and more of it. "You ready?" Lenny asked.

Tasha nodded, so Lenny pushed the tip toward Tasha's cunt hole. "You're really tense down there - I don't want to hurt you," Lenny said.

"Have you, you know, put stuff in there before?" Laurel asked.

"Yeah," Tasha said meekly. "A toothbrush handle."

"So nothing this big, then?" Lenny asked. "I could start off with a finger if you want."

"If you want to," Tasha said.

Lenny spit on her index finger and then slid it into Tasha's pussy. Tasha gasped as Lenny began to move it, slowly, in and out. Laurel's hands moved over Tasha's shoulders and her legs squeezed Tasha's middle lovingly. "Is this okay?" Laurel asked.

"Yeah," Tasha answered.

For a while, the girls continued like that, each performing her role. Tasha's only sounds were her breaths, but they carried an undeniable message of pleasure.

For just a moment, Lenny's finger was gone from Tasha's pussy, but then it returned, and it felt better in a way that Tasha didn't understand. She sighed satisfaction. "I'm using two fingers now, and it doesn't feel like you're resisting," Lenny announced. "Do you want to try the toy now? We don't have to."

"Yes please," Tasha replied.

Lenny spit on the dildo and slid it easily inside her friend's vagina. Tasha met each of a dozen strokes with "Mmm." Lenny pressed a button to enable slow vibrations in the shaft.

"That feels weird," Tasha said with a hint of laughter. "Deeper?" She added as an afterthought.

Lenny stroked deeper and Tasha gasped. The rabbit ears touched against Tasha's clit at the end of every stroke. When Lenny turned on the secondary vibration motor Tasha was overwhelmed by the feeling. She began whimpering joyfully. Her knees swung in and out without intention. Ripples moved through her belly and back and she squirmed against Laurel's body.

"I've never... oh, mmm!" Tasha muttered. Lenny kept fucking her pussy with her hand-held machine.

"I can up the vibration if you want," Lenny suggested.

"Yes!" Tasha answered.

Lenny pushed the button and Tasha squealed as her orgasm began. Lenny kept pumping Tasha's cunt. Seconds turned to minutes while Tasha kept coming, emitting high-pitched incoherent noises. Tasha rolled onto her side, nearly into a fetal position, except with her knee up so as to allow Lenny's continued access to her pussy.

Lenny continued her work, and Tasha continued to come. Lenny looked at Laurel with disbelief, and Laurel shrugged with equal wonder. Finally, Tasha closed her legs and put her hand on Lenny's hand to stop the pistoning. "Okay...," Tasha said.

After a moment of grinning at each other, the girls got dressed and went to kitchen for water.

"So are we lesbians now?" Tasha asked.

"No," Laurel answered. "We're sisters!

XII

The proof of concept demo coming up in a few weeks at work had kept James anxious, and he awoke with a detail haunting his mind that would need to be re-checked. He jotted a couple notes on his phone for action in the morning.

He wasn't so distracted by work that he failed to hear the slight girlish sounds coming from elsewhere in the house. It was clear that one of the three girls at the sleepover was expressing sexual excitement. He couldn't tell which one.

James' initial impulse was to knock on his daughter's door to verify that no boys were present. That was unnecessary, though, he knew. Laurel was a good girl, and she was still learning how to fit in with her peers. It would be a while before James needed to worry about boys.

Still, he couldn't keep his mind from searching for an explanation of what he heard. He certainly knew that Hunter indulged in pornographic videos, but his son was conscientious enough to keep the volume low. One of the girls might have snuck away from the others to jill-off. Or perhaps the girls were masturbating together or getting each other off - practicing for eventual relationships with boys. Or, of course, some combination of the girls could very well engaged in romantic, sexual love with each other.

Whatever the case, James didn't see any risk in allowing the girls their privacy. He wasn't even sure if he would talk to Clover about it.

XIII

The next lesson was one that the girls could practice with their clothes on, in the woods, in the afternoon.

"It's a sort of group meditation thing," Alison explained. "First we need to all sit in a circle and hold hands. Get comfortable, this is going to take a while."

Once the girls were arranged, Alison continued her lesson. "Starting with Tasha, I want you to take turns. First I want you to squeeze your pelvic muscles - like you have pee but you're trying to hold it. Squeeze, hold for a few seconds, and then slowly release. That part is important."

"Isn't that just the Kegel exercise?" Tasha asked.

"Well, yes, but there's more," Alison went on. "Once you're done releasing, squeeze the hand of the girl on your left to let her know it's her turn. Then she'll squeeze and release, and squeeze the next girl's hand, and so on. Try it now."

"Good!" Alison said once Laurel squeezed her hand indicating that each of girls had taken a turn. "Now we'll keep doing it just like this. The tricky part is that this is meditation. Try not to think about anything more than just what your body is doing. Try not to think about that, even, if you can. But there's also a rhythm to it. It's like a dance we're performing together."

The girls closed their eyes and continued the exercise while Alison continued to speak, this time in slow calming voice. "Eventually we'll get to the point where you only need the slightest twitch to tell your sister it's her turn, and then none at all. We're learning to harmonize here. Once we get really good at it, we won't even need to touch - we'll feel each other as if parts of ourselves. But don't worry about that for now.

For the first four days Alison practiced with her novices, but after that she often left them to meditate without her. Alison was impressed with how quickly all of the girls took to the exercise. They all found the experience to be quite pleasurable: there was a sort of sexual current that flowed between them while they practiced.

When the weekend came again, the girls once again slept over at Laurel's house, and they once again masturbated together - this time with far less discomfort.

XIV

"So what about vampires?" Lenny asked when the girls arrived in the woods where Alison was waiting. "Do they exist?"

"Well, something kinda like vampires exists - or at least used to," Alison explained. "But not the sexy shirtless bad-boy who can be redeemed by the right woman's love kind. More like the bestial terror from the sewers kind."

"Hmph," Lenny responded, disappointed. "Werewolves?"

Alison shook her head.

"Well what about magic? What else can you do with it?" Lenny pressed on. "Like, if you're really good, can you levitate objects or set things on fire? Read minds?"

"Levitate no, fire yes," Alison answered. "But it's so difficult compared to just picking up a box of matches. Read minds yes, but only in a very narrow set of circumstances."

Laurel chimed in: "The big magic from fantasy books basically doesn't exist. We can only do little things. And as technology has progressed, less and less of it is worthwhile."

"C'mon!" Lenny insisted. "Wow me! What can a master wizard do?"

"Summon demons," Tasha suggested.

"Yeah, that, obviously," Alison said with a smirk. "The best summoners in the world can pull demons into this world, and to a certain extent, control how we manifest. For instance, I was brought here to be a sorcerer's high-class call girl."

"How could that work?" Laurel asked. "You're kind of conspicuous with the wings."

"Master Torrance had a very exclusive client list," Alison explained. "He could have given me a more human body, but my johns appreciated the kinkiness. Plus, I think, he wanted to make sure that if I got away I couldn't go far. Believe me, I would love to look like you girls - blend in. Do you know how much it limits your wardrobe when everything has to be backless?"

"There isn't a spell to get rid of your wings?" Tasha asked.

Laurel jumped in again with the answer: "It would take a bunch of really powerful witches years," she advised her friends.

"Well it wouldn't be quite that hard," Alison corrected her. "For a human, yes, but we outsiders are more malleable. Still, it would be very difficult to put all the pieces together for something like that."

XV

"I have a surprise for you," Alison told Laurel when they met alone in the woods late Sunday night. She held up a small piece of glass.

"What's that?" Laurel asked.

"I was doing some recon," Alison explained, "and I managed to capture the reflection of your classmate: Matt."

"What does that mean?" Laurel asked. She moved her head side to side, trying to see if Matt's reflection was indeed visible on the glass.

"That means that we can go visit him in his dreams," Alison said excitedly. "Here, let me show you."

Alison showed Laurel how to use Matt's stolen reflection - how to trick her own mind into seeing herself with him, and how to use that illusion to connect with his sleeping ego. After a number of minutes, Laurel found herself somewhere else. Alison was there too, but she was a cat.

Matt was inside a wooden tower like a forest ranger might use, looking out on the woods through binoculars. "Go talk to him," cat-Alison suggested.

Laurel climbed the steps and approached Matt. Alison followed. "Hey," she said.

"Hey Laurel," Matt said warmly and without surprise.

"So, um, do you like me?" Laurel asked with a bluntness she never could have managed in the real world.

"Yeah - of course I do," Matt answered.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Laurel asked. "You can if you want."

Matt took Laurel's invitation to heart and kissed her. His left hand cradled her head while his right touched her side. Laurel sighed and savored the feeling of his kiss and embrace, and then the new sensation of his tongue invading her mouth. The tips of his fingers moved, experimentally sliding into the waistband of her shorts.

Then Laurel and Matt were suddenly kissing by a swimming pool, wearing swimsuits, while cat-Alison lazed around in the sun, watching them. Now it was the back of Laurel's bikini bottom that Matt's fingers were reaching into.

Laurel slid her hand between them and explored Matt's crotch. Matt's hard unit was alive reacting to her touch, pushing this way and that against his trunks while she felt out its shape. Both of Matt's hands met in the middle of Laurel's back to tug on the ends of the bow that held her top in place.

Then, with much frustration, Laurel found herself awake again in the woods behind her house. Alison, back in her demi-human body, was smiling at her.

"What happened? I wanted to touch it!" Laurel whined.

"I think he woke up," Alison said. "But at least you know he likes you."

XVI

All through the next day, Laurel couldn't wait to see Matt. She told the girls not to come over after school - she had other plans. During lunch, she found Matt sitting with a couple other boys.

"Hi Matt!" She said with a cheerful wave.

"Hey Laurel," Matt replied.

"I was thinking maybe you could come to my house after school," she said. "We could, you know, do stuff," she added with an impish shrug.

"Ah, no thanks," Matt replied.

"No, I mean, do stuff," Laurel said as if to correct a misconception.

"Thanks, but I think I'll just play ball with the guys," Matt answered.

"Well, I mean, we can do it tomorrow instead," Laurel suggested.

"Look, Laurel, right now you're kinda...," Matt said cautiously, hoping she would take the hint before he had to finish.

"...Creeping up all in his business," Ike finished for him.

"No!" Laurel protested. "I know you like me. You want to kiss me - I know you do! Don't you remember your dream last night?" Her body was alive with anxiety, like a candle flame trying to escape its wick. Matt looked supremely uncomfortable.

"Girl, let me break it down for you," Ike said. "You're like three degrees of hot - which is good! But you're also ten degrees of crazy. So what you need is a guy who is at least seven degrees of desperate, you feel me? Unfortunately for you, Matt here is only four."

The other guys started laughing so Laurel ran away. She hid until after lunch was over and Mrs. Potter found her and insisted she return to class. All through her remaining classes, she kept hearing people whisper, "Ten degrees." Tina Wells and her friends approached her after class and asked her, "Shameless much?"

Laurel went straight to bed when she got home from school and stayed there until James called her down for dinner. He tried to get Laurel to open up - it was obvious that she was upset - but she wouldn't tell him why.

Late at night Laurel was wide awake, so she crept out to the greenhouse. She thumbed through her mother's sex magic book, looking for some spell within her skill that could be used to curse Matt.

XVII

At night right before bed was when James missed Clover the most. The time zone difference meant that Clover would either be asleep, or performing some late-night ritual with the other magicians of the retreat.

He settled on sending her a text message.

XVIII

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."

"I guess I kinda opened my legs, and so he started rubbing my crotch through my shorts. In my mind I was begging him - begging! - for him to take them off me, but I couldn't say it. But I guess he knew, because then he unbuttoned them and pulled them down, and he touched my underwear. For a minute I was shaking so hard that I was worried he'd think I was having a seizure. But the more he rubbed, the more I relaxed - you know, like the expression, 'putty in his hands'?"

"At that point, I just closed my eyes and leaned back and enjoyed it. At first when his fingers went inside my panties, he was just touching the outside, you know? But then his fingers found their way inside me. He wasn't like pumping his fingers - at least not much - but he was wiggling them around inside."

Lenny shifted positions and her tone of voice became more serious. "Look, my fingers have done their share of spelunking up there, and I've enjoyed the occasional piece of processed meat, but I've never a found magic spot or anything. But Christian did. He found my G-spot and made it his bitch!' When I came, it was different, you know? It was like an earthquake instead of a lightning strike."

"That kinda fits what I felt," Laurel said. "Not that strong or anything, but I could sort of feel it." Tasha nodded.

"So what happened after that?" Laurel asked Lenny.

"Then he left to wash his hands, and when he came back we kissed a little," Lenny explained. "But then his mom and little sister came home, and she drove me home."

"So when are you going to see him again?" Tasha asked.

"I don't know!" Lenny said optimistically. "But when I do, hopefully I'll be able to tell you what cock tastes like!"

XIX

Hunter, like his father, had heard the noises coming from Laurel's room during her sleepovers. The best he could figure, after consulting with his friends, was that all three girls had become gay due to their lack of prospects with men. Certainly Tasha was too disgusting to want to get with - although Hunter had secretly looked hard at her body for inspiration in his 3D modeling. And Lenny was as big of a dork as they come, even if her refusal to care did give her a hint of coolness.

Still, curiosity got the better of him, and he had hidden once in the guest room near Laurel's bedroom to hear as much of whatever depraved things the girls were doing as possible. The giggling and talking, too soft to be understood, just made it all the more intriguing. He came twice, but he assured himself that he was thinking of different, sexier girls when he did.

What the girls did out in the woods after school was another mystery Hunter wanted solved, but in the past something had always distracted him at the last moment when he tried to spy on them. Today was different. Today he was determined.

Clover had tried to teach Hunter magic when he was a child. She tried every sort of bribe she could to get him interested, but he was always more interested in movies and videos and games. Once Laurel began to embrace their mother's hobby, Clover gave up on Hunter, which suited them all.

Hunter didn't know any magic, but he recognized magic when he saw it, and that's what his sister and her friends were doing. The three girls were sitting in a circle on the ground. Tasha and Lenny were silent, with their eyes closed and their hands resting on their knees. Laurel's arms were animated, moving in patterns that Hunter recognized but didn't understand. She was muttering, too, but there was no guessing what she was saying.

Hunter waited to see what came of their spell - a puff of smoke or some stupid plant thing - but they never seemed to finish. He passed the time asking himself which of Laurel's friends he'd rather sleep with - if he had to fuck one or the other of them. Tasha's tits were enticingly round, and he could easily imagine holding her hips and griding into her ass to stuff her pussy. Her face was hideous, but, he figured, that wouldn't matter if he did her doggy-style. He had spent plenty of time imagining how her waterfall of dirty blond hair would shake while he slammed her pussy.

Lenny, on the other hand, was too skinny: bony. And her tits were barely big enough to get a hold of. And then there was her thigh-gap - as wide as his hand - but then maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. She would be an eager fuck. He bet she could bounce up and down on a guy's cock for an hour and still be happy to entertain whatever whatever kinks crossed his mind next. Hunter could think of lots of things to do with Lenny - if he had to fuck her.

Still nothing happened, and Hunter grew resentful of the time he had waited, so he revealed himself. "Mom is going to be super-pissed that you're doing magic without her," Hunter said, startling the girls. "And showing them?" He said, pointing at Tasha and Lenny. "She's going to lock you in your room until the day you die."

"It's no big deal!" Laurel argued, scrambling to her feet. "It's just harmless little stuff. Nothing Mom would care about."

"What kind of stuff?" Hunter challenged.

"Just... plant stuff," Laurel said, her lip beginning to quiver.

"Bullshit!" Hunter said. "Show me," he challenged his sister, "finish the spell and show me what you were doing!"

"I can't!" Laurel said. "The spell is ruined now! Please just leave us alone! Please?"

"You might as well finish the spell," Hunter told her. "I've already got the beginning on video, ready to send to Mom. She'll know what you've been up to either way."

"You can't! Please!" Laurel begged.

"Come on, dude - be cool," Lenny joined in.

"Shut up, Leonard!" Hunter replied.

"Maybe I can help," came a voice from the shadows. A woman walked forward - a lithe blond woman, maybe the sexiest Hunter had ever seen. As she approached, there was something else: wings - big black wings. And a tail. And yet, despite those and what they probably meant, Hunter couldn't stop thinking of perfect human qualities of the girl in front of him. She walked up to him and stopped, just close enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Call me Alison," the demon said. Weird - who ever heard of a demon named Alison, Hunter thought to himself.

"I propose that you let your sister and her friends have their secret, and maybe you and I can have a secret of our own," Alison told Hunter. She touched his chest flirtatiously while he tried to comprehend her offer.

"Alison, ew!" Laurel reacted.

"No, it's okay," Alison said to her. "I think this will work out well for all of us. Why don't you girls go inside? Class dismissed for today."

Laurel, Tasha, and Lenny hesitantly gathered their things and walked away. Meanwhile, Alison crept closer to Hunter.

She pressed her body against his. She touched his hair and kissed his chin, but when he turned to kiss her she wouldn't let him. Her other hand swept past his groin, turning his tool to iron, and then she unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans.

"I want...," Hunter began to say. Alison put a finger to his lips.

"I know what you want," she told him. "We'll get there, but not just yet."

Before Hunter knew what was happening, his cock was out, gripped by Alison's hand, being slowly jerked to and fro. She knew just how to do it - how he would do it, or maybe better. Her hand was smaller than his, but it held him with the perfect pressure, and it tugged his skin just the right distance. And there was something else she was doing - rolling her fingers or something - that made it even better.

Hunter gave in. The surprise of the situation had faded, and now he was just enjoying what the demon Alison was doing to him, knowing that soon he would come in her hand, or wherever she decided to aim his dick, but then she changed the rules. Alison's hand left his cock. Instead, she pulled up her skirt and stepped in close, forcing his erection into the space between her thighs and pussy. It was snug in a different way than her hand had been, and it was warm. Moreover, it was wet. Fluids from her pussy spread across his cock while she ground her hips into his, rubbing it against her bean. He was so close to being inside her! But even this - warm, wet, snug friction - was unbelievable. Alison made curious feminine sounds and pressed her tits against him while she milked his cock with her thighs.

Soon it was too much. He came. He actually watched the jets of come shoot out from between her legs past her tail and into the foliage behind her.

"I think that was a good start, don't you?" Alison asked.

"Yeah!" Hunter enthused. "Hey, um...," he began.

Alison cut him off. "We'll talk more tomorrow, okay? Assuming you want to, that is."

"I, um, ckk, ah, yeah!" Hunter babbled.

Alison walked off into the woods.

James asked what was new with his kids at dinner that night, as he often did. Laurel and Hunter exchanged a look and sealed their understanding before answering. "Nothing," they both said.

XX

Hunter was in his room doing his 3D work when there was a knock on his door. It was open so Alison walked in without waiting for an answer, folding her wings as she cleared the doorway. "The girls are outside doing their thing," she told him.

Alison was just as stunning today, in a black miniskirt and a red crop-top. The top had a zipper in the front that jolted Hunter's imagination into overdrive: the thought of taking control of that zipper and revealing what was inside was a temptation beyond compare. Hunter wasn't really sure what his arrangement was with the demon coed, but he was sure he wanted it.

"What's all this?" Alison asked as she walked up to him and gestured at his computer. She put a hand on his shoulder, causing his heart to pound.

"Character animations for a game my friend and I are making," Hunter told her, unsure of how she would judge his hobby.

"Show me," Alison said. She turned him in his chair toward the screen and stood behind him with her hands on his shoulder.

Hunter played a few of his animations: some sword strikes, a tumble, falling down, and a sexy walk. "This is Mia Crescent Sun. And here's her partner, T. R. Knave. They hunt, er, demons."

"She's very pretty," Alison remarked. Her hands lazily traveled among Hunter's neck and chest, distracting him greatly. "Tell me about her."

"Well, her name's Crescent Sun because she was born during an eclipse," Hunter explained. "She's nobility, but she was orphaned so she had live on the streets, you know? She had to get tough."

"Keep going," Alison said. She pulled his chair away from the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him, and then she began removing his pants.

"Um, well, she was found by a secret order of knights when she was a teenager who knew she had potential, so they trained her. And then she had to go on a quest for her sword, Worldcleaver."

Hunter's cock felt the warm love of Alison's mouth. It was all around him, doing things to him. He didn't know what. He couldn't think. All he could do was feel. Alison was sucking, sometimes, and swirling her tongue, and sometimes almost swallowing him.

Hunter had stopped talking without being aware of it. "Keep going," Alison encouraged him.

"Um, well, she has different colored eyes," he said. "That's because of a curse."

Every part of Hunter's body was astir, getting ready to expel not just his come, but anything he had to give. His balls ached with readiness.

"Her signature move is an uppercut with her sword... she kind of jumps and OH GOD!"

Hunter came. He gushed, and Alison sucked, and he was sure that more came out than he'd ever come before. It felt so right - coming inside a woman's mouth. He was spent, but in the best way.

Alison stood up and climbed onto his lap. She kissed him passionately. Slightly her mouth opened and her tongue touched his teeth. He opened his mouth to accept her visit and her tongue found his. Along with her tongue, though, a salty thick fluid oozed into his mouth. His face filled with shock as Alison's tongue pushed his entire come-shot into his mouth.

Alison stopped her kiss and watched him, waiting for a reaction. Hunter remained confused. "Go ahead and swallow - it's just come," she said. She kissed his cheek and giggled.

Hunter looked jealously at the zipper of Alison's top. She smiled and kissed him again. "Next time," she said before leaving.

XXI

The next day, too, Hunter was working at his computer when Alison came into his room. Right after kissing him, she turned her back to him and asked, "You want to untie me?"

Her top, backless as usual, was held in place by strings tied in bows behind her neck and back. Hunter pulled the ends and her top fell away. She covered her breasts with her arms, feigning bashfulness, before turning around. "Skirt too?" She followed up.

Hunter found the zipper at the side of Alison's skirt and unzipped it, and then he helped ease it down over her otherwise naked hips, and to the ground. This was a milestone moment, he knew - taking the clothes off of a beautiful woman. He'd imagined it so many times, but now it was actually happening.

After giving Hunter a moment to stare, Alison stepped out of her shoes and climbed on the double bed. She relaxed on her back, allowing her wings to stretch past the bed's edges. "You should get naked and join me," she suggested.

Alison watched, pleased, while Hunter stripped, and then when he moved to the bed, she guided him exactly where he wanted to go first: to her perfectly formed breasts. He sucked and stroked one then the other, coming at them from different angles. He buried his face between them before returning to his lip work.

"That's nice," Alison moaned while Hunter played with his toys.

"Have you ever thought of doing Mia in a realistic style?" Alison asked.

"Um, I don't know," Hunter said, not stopping his enjoyment of Alison's breasts. "These games are always kinda anime," he argued.

"Well, yeah," Alison persisted, "but you're kind of limiting yourself." Just then, Hunter's leg brushed her pussy leaving a wet streak on his thigh. Realizing that he had more to explore, he shifted until his face was inches from her crotch.

"OH, mmm! God yes!" Alison cheeped when Hunter's tongue made contact. "I just think it would make a much strong showing of your talent to make her in a realistic style," she continued. "You're really very good."

"I don't know - maybe," Hunter said noncommittally. He experimented with how far he could stick his tongue into Alison's hole, slightly disappointed with the result. He wondered if other guys have noticeably longer tongues than his.

Alison tugged on Hunter's head, leading him back up to face her, above her. Hunter could feel the heat radiating from her pussy on his cock. It ached for contact. Just a few little adjustments and he could penetrate her. But he wasn't sure that he was allowed.

Alison wrapped her legs around him and tilted her hips. His cock was touching the entrance to her pussy - he could feel its wetness. "Do you think you just give it a try?" Alison asked. "For me?"

Hunter nodded and Alison smiled. His answer had made her genuinely happy, and that realization burned her forever in his heart. Alison's feet pressed on his butt and he knew what she was telling him. He shifted forward just a little bit and his cock entered her pussy. It had found its new home.

Instinct took over and Hunter began thrusting, and soon, panting. The snug wet sliding sensation was wonderful, but the experience was so much more than that. Alison's hand stroked his face as she seemed to move forward and back beneath him. Her legs gripped him, and she let out a womanly giggle.

All Hunter could think about at that moment was to wonder why he hadn't blown his was yet. He wanted to come, of course - he felt a primal drive to come. But he didn't want the experience to end.

"You can think about Mia if you want," Alison suggested, curiously. He didn't really try to, but Alison's suggestion made it hard not to think about Mia, and about how well this experience matched his secret sex video.

"Oh Hunter," Alison moaned. "You're making me feel so good! Your body is making me feel good! Kiss me! Now fuck me harder! Oh yes! Ooohhhh!" Hunter felt the rhythmic contractions of Alison's orgasm, even as he reached his own point of no return and gushed hot thick semen into her.

Both lovers were still, panting, staring at each other for a moment. And then at once they both started laughing. Hunter hoped that his erection would return during the following kissing and wrestling, but it didn't. Finally Alison sat up on the edge of the bed. "Show me how you make changes to your models," she said.

For the next half hour, Alison watched and listened while Hunter changed Mia's mesh to make her more realistic. He reduced the size of her eyes and breasts, widened her waist, and smoothed out the muscles in her abdomen. They had agreed on plenty more work to be done by the time Alison left, but Hunter knew that this would make his animations better.

XXII

Casting glamours on Tasha and Lenny had become mundane for Laurel - it no longer presented any sort of challenge. With the girls working together she could finish her enchantments on Tasha in twenty-five minutes, they found. It wasn't fun, but she was still convinced of the rightness of her cause. Anyway, it seemed to be working: boys were giving Tasha a little more attention, being a little bit nicer. Harry had talked to her after class three days in a row.

When Alison had agreed to placate Hunter without any argument three days before, Laurel had considered it a loss: Alison would have less time to spend with her and her friends, less time to teach her. True, Hunter showed no intention of telling on her anymore, but how many blowjobs - or whatever - would it take to buy his silence? Alison had made a bad deal.

Something changed during today's circle. It started out as normal: the girls synchronized their sexual energy, channeling their persistent teenage lust to fuel Laurel's spell. A few minutes into it, they felt something extra: a greater potency, a higher tier of energy. Alison, Laurel realized, was having sex. It wasn't just the physical sensations like when the girls masturbated together, this was a power born of connecting with another person, collaborating, bringing yin and yang together.

Laurel immediately seized the offered power. She finished up Tasha's spell in no time - as quickly as she could have cast it on herself. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Laurel cast the first spell she could think of. If, as Ike had said, Matt wasn't desperate enough to be interested in Laurel, maybe he would be after a twenty-four hour erection. She was clumsy with her vocal work and her concentration faltered - it was far more difficult casting on a distant victim, one she didn't know well - but the power flowing through the circle more than made up for her poor form.

Matt was missing from school the next day. Ike told everyone that he had gotten suddenly sick and had to go to the emergency room the night before.

XXIII

Hunter and Alison continued to have sex in the days that followed - usually while watching Hunter's animations of Mia looping over and over. Alison always had good suggestions - minor details to make Mia prettier and more realistic. When they weren't fucking they would spend hours together perfecting some little detail, such as giving her a complete set of teeth, even though they would likely never be seen.

Their sex continued to be a boon to Laurel's spell-casting, although not as much as that first day. Hunter's virginity, Alison explained, had provided the burst of energy that the girls had experienced before.

The same sort of power influx was present when Lenny explored new frontiers of her sexuality with Christian. Having experienced echoes of the events themselves made Lenny's retelling even more enthralling for Laurel and Tasha.

"We tried sixty-nine at first, because, well, it's sixty-nine!" Lenny excitedly explained to the girls after her latest video duet. "But honestly that was just too much work. I mean, we were like, yeah, we're doing it! But we were both trying so hard that we couldn't enjoy it.. So I just blew him, and that was over pretty quickly. But then he blew me! Well, he went down on me! He was licking my pussy and I just couldn't help but squeeze my legs tight on his head like some kind of mixed martial arts death lock. I just slammed my pussy into his face over and over again. I was worried that he'd be angry, but he later told me it was a huge turn-on. It felt so good for so long!"

The girls even found that they could pull off some pretty impressive spells while at school, if they were willing to work at it. Tina inexplicably began menstruation many days early, leading to some just embarrassment. It had taken Laurel three days to accomplish that. Each day at lunch she created an excuse to get close enough to Tina to inhale her scent. Then Laurel would spend several minutes discretely casting her spell with Tina in sight, while Lenny and Tasha silently got themselves off in the girls' room.

Two different guys had taken a strong liking to Laurel. She started skipping classes to make out with each of them, occasionally, behind the auditorium. She let the boys feel her up - under the shirt, over the bra. She had touched both of their things, inside their pants, and she accidentally made Billy come that way, but he was happy about it. Laurel wanted more than that - soon - but she was nervous."

Tasha was the one whose world had changed most dramatically. Boys openly talked about wanting to have sex with her, although they usually qualified it in one way or another like Hunter had. Brian had begun texting with her regularly, and he even invited her to a party.

"It's just a small thing at Kirsten's house. I don't really have the authority to invite people. Except my date," Brian explained when Tasha asked if Laurel and Lenny could come. Hearing him call her his date was maybe the best thing that anyone had ever said to her.

Hunter even agreed to drop Tasha off at the party. He wasn't sure that Laurel's threat to tell Alison not to sleep with him held any weight, but he wasn't going to take any chances for such a small favor.

At the party, Tasha enjoyed her first cup of beer. When the crowd announced that they would be playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, she was nervous but excited. When her name was drawn first, she was petrified, but then Brian's name was called too, and she knew it would be all right.

The door closed, sealing Tasha and Brian in darkness. Immediately she felt his hands on her boobs. It was a shock at first. She was supposed to say no, she knew, but she quickly accepted the situations as a dream come true.

"Do you think you could kiss me?" Tasha requested.

"Sure," Brian said. He didn't stop rolling her breasts in his hands while he delivered to Tasha her first kiss.

Soon Brian had Tasha's shirt mostly unbuttoned and her bra down at her belly. Tasha cradled his head while he sucked her tit, smashing his face against its springy volume. It was happening - she was making out with a boy, a boy who wanted her. Seven minutes, she realized, would be a cruelly short span of time.

"Do you wanna touch mine?" Brian asked. Before Tasha could answer his pants were pulled down and he had guided her hand to his cock.

For a brief moment, Tasha's world opened up to the new experience of a hard dick in her hand, but almost immediately, Brian pushed gently down on her shoulders. She knew what he wanted, of course, and that was okay. She would have liked more time to feel it in her hand, but tasting it would be even better. This might be the only chance she ever gets with a boy, a cynical part of her thought, and she wasn't going to waste it.

On her knees, Tasha kissed and licked Brian's cock-head, until his repeated movements forwarded compelled her to take it into her mouth. She knew what every part was, thanks to the Internet. She knew that the fluid at the tip was pre-come. It was slippery and salty just like she expected. She knew the shape of the glans as her tongue swept over it. She knew that he was circumcised from how little the skin bunched up when she tugged and sucked. And she knew what he would like.

A slurping sound escaped her mouth while she serviced her date in the dark closet. It wasn't loud enough for anyone beyond the door to hear, and she'd read that guys like it, so she didn't try to quiet herself. Brian began to moan and Tasha congratulated herself. She was making Brian feel good in the most personal way possible. Brian!

Maybe, after the party, she and Brian could go somewhere private. Just maybe he would make her feel this good. She touched her finger to her exposed nipple to verify that it was as hard as she thought. She touched her clit for the same reason. She touched the wet spot on her panties.

Something changed in Brian's sounds and his stance. He was about to come. Tasha was ready - she would swallow it all like a trooper. She would impress him with her finish. But then, Brian muttered, "Oh god!" and pulled back. Come sprayed all over her face, and Brian's ejaculation had ended before she could get his dick back in her mouth.

Had it been seven minutes? Tasha had no idea. She knew she didn't have much time. Quickly she scooped bits of Brian's come from her face and sucked it off her fingers to clean up. That, unfortunately, is what the other party-goers saw when the closet door opened to their eager grins.

Tasha tried to hide her face as she buttoned up her blouse and exited.

"I'm sorry about that - I couldn't control it!" Brian whispered to her. "But that was fucking epic! You're damned sexy."

None of Tasha's classmates were teasing her; it looked like this party was a victory for her. Maybe, thanks to Laurel's magic, she really could have a life like the pretty girls. She allowed herself to relax as Kirsten called the next name to go into the closet: Jonah. Anxiety returned when the second name was called: her, again.

Everyone was looking at her. These were the rules of the game - everyone expected her to go right back in. Reluctantly, she entered the closet with Jonah.

His greedy fingers quickly unbuttoned Tasha's blouse again and his hands seized her breasts. "You may not be pretty, but you've got amazing tits," he whispered to her.

Tasha tried to kiss Jonah but his face wouldn't meet hers. Instead he reached between her legs. "So do you want to fuck, or just blow me?" Jonah asked.

His fingers pulsed against her pussy in a tantalizing way. Or maybe they were still and that was just her heartbeat reflected off his hand. She wanted it, maybe. Not like this, but then, when? How? She could have sex, right now. Summoning all of her willpower, Tasha decided to keep her virginity intact for now. Maybe with Brian, after the party....

"I'll blow you I guess," Tasha said. She fell to her knees in the closet a second time and felt around in the dark for the means to undress Jonah.

Jonah's dick was different than Brian's, although she couldn't figure out exactly how. It was smaller, certainly. It responded to her the same way though: the sucking, the bobbing, the stroking and licking. Tasha had Jonah in the palm of her hand. She would make him come - she had that power.

This time she would swallow it all. She grabbed Jonah's butt with both hands to make sure she could keep her lips affixed to his cock. But when the time came, he managed to push her away and shoot come all over her face, just like Brian had.

There was no way that seven minutes had passed, but the door opened again, revealing Tasha on her knees with her tits out and her face covered with come, again.

Once again Tasha composed herself, but she thought that her classmates' grins seemed slightly more wicked this time.

"Next up for the closet: Tasha and Andy!" Kirsten announced, to the delight of the crowd.

"I think I'm going to go home now," Tasha replied softly.

"Come on now, Tasha, the night is young!" Kirsten implored her. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? All the guys want you ...in the dark."

Tasha shook her head and lowered it, heading for the door.

"There's still one spot in your hair that it's covered with come yet!" Candace yelled as Tasha left.

XXIV

Laurel was surprised that Tasha wasn't more upset when she heard about the party. Yes, Tasha had been set up to be humiliated. But on the other hand, the boys did really want to be with her. Moreover, she had done well: all those years of reading sex blogs had prepared her, and she had performed two high-quality blowjobs without even being able to see. Tasha was, in large part, proud of what had happened.

"I'm ready," Tasha declared later that night in the woods with Laurel, Lenny, and Alison. "I don't know when or where I'll get another chance, but I'm going to do it the next time I can. I'm ready for sex."

"I think I am too," Laurel added. "But when? I don't want to do it at school, and my dad would freak out if he found out I had a boy over when he wasn't home."

"Wouldn't it be cool if we all lost it at the same time?" Lenny pondered. "We'd feel not just what was happening to us, but to each other too. Or is that a bad idea?"

"That sounds pretty cool," Laurel agreed. She looked to Alison for confirmation.

"You guys should throw a party," Alison suggested. Laurel gave her a troubled look in return. "Get a bunch of your classmates here, set the right mood, and I promise everyone who wants to will get laid," Alison said. She gave Tasha a reassuring smile and nod.

"Like my dad would ever allow that!" Laurel said.

"Give me a little time," Alison said. "I'll find a way to get rid of your dad for a night. In the mean time, this would be a good time for Laurel to learn Pippa's Prophylaxis."

"What, like, a birth control spell?" Tasha asked.

"Yes," Alison answered. "It's a little tedious - you'll probably want to go on the pill eventually - but it's comforting to know you've got a backup."

Lenny looked ponderous. "Have you ever... Can you even get pregnant?" She asked Alison.

"You know," Alison said in reply, "nobody has ever asked me that before." The girls sat silently waiting for a better answer, so Alison added, "It's complicated."

XXV

Tasha might have forgiven of the closet conspirators, but Laurel hadn't. For the next week the girls spent hours each day helping Laurel with spells. Kirsten suddenly developed flatulence severe enough to brand her with the nickname, "Kursed Wind". Candace's humiliation wasn't so apparent: her family had to start keeping the dog outside during the day due to its sudden obsession with humping Candace's arms, legs, or whatever it could find.

Laurel haunted Kirsten's dreams, too. Whatever other flotsam of consciousness appeared in Kirsten's dreams, Laurel was always there reminding her of her faults and questioning her virtues. Kirsten seldom remembered her dreams, but she often awoke feeling uneasy.

Alison was true to her word, and soon James told his children that he would have to go away on business the following weekend. News of the party spread through the school quickly, even though nobody knew who first announced it.

Billy and Brett both begged to be Laurel's date for the party, but she insisted that she would be there stag. Billy upped his game behind the auditorium trying to convince her, though. When he put his hand down the front of her shorts and his fingers brushed past her stiff clit, she whimpered.

"Like this?" Billy asked, realizing he'd found an important spot.

"Uh-huh," Laurel breathed in response.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck while he repeatedly tapped against her panties. It was nothing like how she was used to touching herself: he wasn't even touching the clit itself and his fingers weren't wet. Somehow the percussion of his fingers against her mons was vibrating through to her pleasure button. If she had done it to herself, it might not have been exciting, but here like this, it was the most erotic act she had ever known. She could smell him, feel the heat of his body, feel the security of his arm around her back, and she knew that she was free to let go. One of her legs rose, instinctively, to wrap around her man, just before she came.

"Oh g... Mmmph. Uh-uh-MMmmmmm! Oh!" Laurel sounded off.

The strength in her legs gave out and she slid down the wall against which she had been leading. Billy lost his hold on her but followed her down, and she thanked him with a kiss.

"Did you just come?" Billy asked.

"Uh-huh," Laurel told him with an endorphin-powered smile.

"Awesome!" Billy enthused. Laurel nodded.

XXVI

James was getting ready for bed when Clover's video chat request rang on his phone.

"Hey babe - what are you doing up so late?" James asked after answering. "...And dressed like a ninja?"

Clover was wearing a black sweater, black jeans, and a darkly-colored tourist baseball cap. She laughed. "Our host city's tap water doesn't taste very good," she explained. "A bunch of us are going out to the reservoir to cast a cleansing spell, as an anonymous thank you. How's the big project?"

"We're on track - I think the presentation will be good. It's mostly in Sig's hands now," James told her.

"And the kids?" Clover asked.

"Weird thing," James said. "At dinner tonight I did the usual, 'How are things at school? What's new?'. And the kids did their usual: 'nuthin'."

"But then after Laurel and I finished the dishes and she was on her way out of the kitchen, she stopped. 'Hey dad?' She said, 'I kissed a boy'."

"She waited just long enough for me to turn to face her, then she smiled and pranced away. I swear for a second she looked like a storybook happy teenage girl."

"Aww!" Clover exclaimed, holding her hand to her heart. "What else did she say?"

"Nothing," James said. "She went to her room and closed the door. I'll ask more when I think she's open to it."

"Wow, Laurel well-adjusted," Clover said. "Maybe I should leave the country and let you do all the parenting more often," she added with a wink.

XXVII

Tasha hadn't spoken to Brian at all since their closet tryst, but now she had finally caught him alone.

"You were mean to me," she told him. The embarrassed boy looked for a way to get past her, but she had had him trapped in a corner. "You made a fool of me in front of everyone. But still... I want you to be my first."

Brian was speechless.

"Laurel's having a party this weekend. We can turn all the lights out if you want. No games, okay?. I just want it to be you."

Tasha waited for an answer but one didn't come, so she turned and walked away, thinking she was seconds from being crushed by heartbreak.

Brian's silence wasn't due to malice. He had been thinking about Tasha a lot since the party - thinking that what they'd shared in the closet hadn't felt like a prank, or an act of lust. They had had a moment together, but he had ruined it. He was ashamed - that's why he had been avoiding her.

This new proposal was just too confusing for him to process. Was she sincere? Could she maybe have felt the same way? And if she did, could she forgive him? Or was she as desperate and needy as the guys always said about her? Maybe she would become some clingy psycho, no matter what he said. Or maybe this was a trap: maybe she and Laurel had devised some elaborate revenge plot.

Brian decided it was worth it to try. "Um, yeah!" he answered before Tasha was out of earshot. She looked back and gave him a Mona Lisa smile, with her bangs hanging low on her face. It was minutes later that he realized that he hadn't always thought of her as pretty.

XXVIII

As the party approached, it became increasingly common for the girls to speculate what it will be like to lose their virginities while feeling, through their magical connection, the other two doing the same.

"Trust me, this will be better than you can imagine," Alison told them when they asked her.

Hunter suspected that his sister and her friends planned to take steps forward with their sexualities at the party, not that he really cared. The non-stop giggling and whispering were the hallmarks of some kind of girl conspiracy.

"You're going to stay in your room, right?" Laurel asked, not for the first time. "This is going to be a freshman party."

"As if," he replied. "I wouldn't leave my room anyway - Alison says she has something special planned for me, so I'm definitely not going to waste any time with your friends. But you're going to clean everything up before morning! I'm not getting in trouble for you!"

XXIX

Billy was the first to arrive other than Tasha and Lenny, and Laurel's hand was rarely away from his after that. The other teens trickled in in a steady stream, and all of them - even Candace - complemented Laurel's house and the music she had on.

Alison had brought beer and snacks, and the girls had spent a week coming up with the right music selection. Laurel had worried that she should provide some sort of activity, but Alison told her no: for this party, drinks, music, a bowl full of condoms, and a few empty rooms were all that would be needed.

Lenny and Christian were the first couple to disappear. They locked the door to Laurel's room and then dug into the box of sex toys that Alison had given the girls weeks before. Clothes were shed piece by piece as the teen lovers joked and threatened about what they would do to each other with this toy and that. Threats finally gave way to action when, after minutes of petting Lenny's muff, Christian pulled down her panties and pushed the lube-covered string of beads into her ass. She wiggled her butt as she struggled to accept the strange new sensations, and the sight of that made Christian's cock ache for action. He pulled them out slowly while tongue-fucking her, excited but apprehensive in the knowledge that his turn would come soon too.

"Alison wants to see you," Hunter told his sister.

"How's everything going out there?" Alison asked once Laurel had met her in Hunter's bedroom.

"It's awesome! Everyone seems to be having a great time! I wish you could meet them," Laurel told her.

"Me too," Alison said, "but you know..." She pointed at her wings and frowned.

"Look, I've got something special planned with Hunter," Alison said. "Once we get started we won't be available for a while, if you catch my drift." Hunter smiled and Laurel grimaced. "Do you need anything from me before we start?"

"No. Everything's perfect!" Laurel said. She hugged her teacher, and then left before Hunter could shove her out the door.

It wasn't long before Hunter was naked on his back, and Alison was grinding her pussy on his shaft. She was a sight to see - every part of her body moving in a dance centered on his dick and her cunt. She wasn't making eye contact: her eyes were open, and facing him, but somehow she wasn't seeing him. She was also muttering something he couldn't understand, but she wouldn't repeat herself when he asked.

That was okay, though - he probably couldn't have handled that many things to think about. Deep inside her vagina, there was something going on - something inhuman. Her insides were touching, loving his cock, swirling with motion and pressure, warmth and wetness, in a way that human anatomy can't.

Hunter was amazed at his self-control - he figured he'd blow his wad at any moment, but he held back, and it felt amazing. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the uncanny fuck his girlfriend was giving him. While he did his imagination wandered: he imagined that it wasn't just Alison in bed with him, but Mia too. Sometimes in his mind one would be riding him, sometimes the other, but the two were always touching and kissing, pressing their bodies together to the point of almost being one flesh.

Laurel felt the nearly overpowering sexual energy flowing through the link she shared with Lenny, Tasha, and Alison. Maybe everyone else felt it too, somehow, because within minutes nearly everyone at the party were kissing and pawing at each other.

Laurel gave Billy a questioning look. It was a dirty, scandalous, slutty look, she was sure - the kind that would make her mother disown her. But Billy nodded eagerly, and the two skipped off toward her bedroom. Finding the door locked, Laurel took Billy instead to her parent's bedroom.

"I know it's stupid, but, um, can I watch you undress?" Billy asked.

"I guess?" Laurel answered tentatively. She unbuttoned her sweater and removed it, setting it on the chair. "Like this?" She asked. Billy sat on the bed and nodded.

Laurel unzipped her dress. She wondered, as she began to pull the fabric off her shoulders, if she should have done this in a different order, but she realized it was too late now. As her dress came down her camisole was revealed, with her stiff nipples showing through. Once the dress fell to the ground, Billy was treated to the view of her pantyhose and beneath them, brand new blue panties, hugging her feminine hips.

Laurel leaned against the dresser to take off her shoes, and then peeled her hose down while Billy sat transfixed. With uncertainty at first, and then a burst of courage, she dropped her panties to the ground and stepped out of them.

"That's my pussy," she said, fighting the urge to cover herself up with her hands. It was a stupid thing to say; she felt like a dork. But Billy's smile relieved her of her remaining insecurity.

With nothing but her cami left, Laurel walked up to Billy and waited for him to finish the job. Up and over her head her last piece of clothing went, and immediately her small breasts were seized by two hungry hands. Billy's palms sent a jolt through Laurel's body.

"Now you," Laurel insisted playfully. She scrambled to climb under the duvet and then watched while Billy stripped for her. This was real, she realized - this was happening, and it couldn't happen quickly enough. The fluids from her pussy had coated her thighs halfway to her knees, and were soaking into the bed below her.

Billy climbed under the duvet with Laurel and he began to kiss her from the side, but she aggressively wiggled her body in an unabashed effort to move below him. Billy happily complied and found himself on top of his crush, between her wet legs, about to lose his virginity.

"Like this?" Billy asked. Laurel nodded.

"mmmMMMMmM!" Laurel squealed happily as Billy's cock began to fill her pussy.

"Am I doing this right?" Billy asked, trying not to come instantly from the unfamiliar embrace of the female sex organ. Her pussy was gripping him tightly, like an eager hug - except it was hot and moist and smooth, and the slightest friction threatened to overwhelm him.

"Oh god yes!" Laurel cried. She wiggled her hips to take him in deeper.

Billy had barely begun thrusting before he gritted his teeth, breathing hard. Laurel had already begun her spell. "Oh god I'm gonna come!" Billy said apologetically.

"No you're not," Laurel replied sweetly. She wrapped her legs around him and thrust her pussy onto his cock, confident that she and Billy had plenty of time.

Brian, fearful that Tasha might feel taken advantage of again, resolved not to put any pressure on her to have sex, despite how much his glands ached from built-up pressure and how uncomfortably his hard-on strained to be free. He would wait for her to make the first move.

Tasha waited, sipping the beer Brian had brought her and making small talk with him about their classes together. Meanwhile all around them, couples slipped off to bedrooms and bathrooms to engage in carnal acts, or, once all of those rooms were gone, claimed couches and abandoned their privacy. Tasha had been perfectly clear about what she had offered Brian - what she had requested. She had thought that he had been interested, but then why wasn't he making any moves? A lifetime of insecurity about her looks shouted the likely answer in her mind. And yet, she needed to be with him. Possibly every other person at the party was getting it on, somehow with someone. She was just as lusty as any of the other teens - moreso, in fact: she felt an urgent need, mind body and soul, to join her sisters of the circle in this ad hoc ritual.

Finally, need overcame shyness. "We can, maybe, do it - if you want," Tasha said meekly. Brian nodded eagerly.

The two teens scoured the house looking for some suitable private room, but they were all taken. Tasha laughed to herself when she saw her solution. She jerked her thumb toward the closet for Brian's approval.

"Really?" Brian asked.

"Yeah," Tasha replied.

In the dark, amid boxes, brooms, and old coats, Brian tried to kiss Tasha, but she pushed him away and hastily unbuckled his belt. "Later. Fuck me now. Please?" She asked.

A moment later Tasha was leaning forward hanging on to the coat bar with her naked ass pointing at Brian in the dark. Brian fumbled around between her legs with his hands and his cock, trying to find the right spot to put it in without embarrassing himself. Tasha freed a hand long enough to guide him, and then he slid it up into her cunt. Both teens began to move their hips, pumping together from an instinct millions of years old.

At first Brian's hands were on Tasha's hips, afraid to let go, but after his cock found a rhythm of its own, his hands sought out the only things that could make the experience better. He pulled her shirt up to her armpits and unhooked her bra. His hands slipped under the now loose cups and squeezed his prizes. Tasha's moan echoed loudly enough in the closet to hurt both their ears.

Lenny's hips were sideway but her head was twisted toward Christian who was kneeling between her legs. Their bodies together made a wet sucking sound: her inexperienced pussy was reluctant to give up his cock every time he drew back to thrust into her again. They both smiled at each other while he fingered the ring attached to the string of beads up her ass, getting ready to pull.

Hunter was in a daze: the senses had been fucked out of him. His girlfriend was beautiful - he knew that - but he wasn't quite sure what color her hair or eyes were, how large her breasts were, or what body type she had. Her pussy, though, was undoubtedly the best in the world. He was exposed, giving her more of himself than just his body, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Laurel and Billy had thrown the duvet aside. Now Billy was upright on his knees. Laurel's lower body was lifted off the bed, her legs wrapped tight around his back. Billy pounded her feverishly, casting droplets of her juices showering through the air While he watched her tits jiggle, Laurel wailed like a siren.

Tasha, now leaning on a pile of boxes, screamed, "Fuck me more! Fuck me more!" Brian's cock-head kissed her cervix with every thrust.

They came - all of them, together.

XXX

The company's servers had failed, and the IT people had so far been unable to restore them from the backups - not an inspiring excuse to give a potential strategic partner for why the weekend presentation needs to be delayed. Having just arrived in Dallas, James boarded a flight back home to retrieve draft copies of the necessary reports from his desk.

The subdivision was thick with cars, a sure sign of a party. James searched his mind for holidays and sporting events that might be going on, trying to guess which of his neighbors were hosting the event. The cars were most dense outside his house. All of the lights were on and music was playing loudly. James began to worry that his kids might not be as trustworthy as he had thought.

Teenagers in various states of dress were lounging about in the living room. Some were cuddling, some were drinking, and a few were even asleep. A half-dozen used condoms were scattered about on the furniture and floor. There was something more disturbing than that, though: there was something in the air - some aura shrouding the house - that he had felt before, and it scared him.

"Hunter, Laurel, get out here!" James bellowed.

Hunter emerged from his bedroom, looking punch-drunk. "Dad, before you say anything, this is Laurel's party - I had nothing to do with it," Hunter explained.

"But you allowed it?" James retorted. "Where's your sister?"

"How should I know? I've been in my room all night," Hunter excused himself.

Just then another person emerged from Hunter's room: a beautiful curvaceous young woman with long black hair and mismatched eyes, wearing only panties and a borrowed T-shirt. It didn't occur to Hunter that she had been slender and blond with wings and a tail when she had entered his room.

"Hey James," the black haired woman said. "What do you think of my new look?" Alison twirled to show off her new body.

"Dad, this is my girlfriend, Alison," Hunter said.

"Wait, Alison?" James asked in disbelief. "My Alison?" She looked nothing like the demon James had known for half of his life, and yet he knew her.

"What do you mean, 'your' Alison?" Hunter asked.

James pointed at Hunter and Alison. "Don't move, don't say a word."

James knocked on Laurel's bedroom door and called out to her. When the door opened, Lenny was in the doorway wrapped in a sheet. "Um, she's not in here," she said, tiling her head toward the bed from which a naked boy was looking at James with fear.

James took a moment to send off a text to Clover before he continued his search:

"Dad I'm here," Laurel said, emerging from James and Clover's bedroom. "God, stop shouting."

James led Laurel back to Hunter and Alison. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked.

"Dad, it's just a party!" Laurel explained.

"There's more going on here than just a party," James quickly replied. To Alison he added, "You're having sex with my son?"

"We've got chemistry," Alison said in a proud but casual way. Outwardly she seemed completely different, but yet James found her completely familiar.

"And you," James said to Laurel. "I can't even imagine what your involvement is in all this." The truth was, James could imagine it. His little girl was having sex, and using it for magic. What he didn't know was whether the magic was her own or Alison's.

"It's just a party!" Laurel insisted. "We know we shouldn't have, but come on! You were our age once."

"When I was your age," James began, slowing his voice and trying to regain his composure, "she sucked years of life out of all of my friends, and left one of them dead in a six foot pool of blood."

"James, I thought we were past all that!" Alison replied in a sing-song voice. "That's not really what you remember most about that summer, is it?" She asked, touching James' chest flirtatiously. "Besides, after we were done with our fun, I did introduce you to the mother of your children."

Hunter's jaw dropped at the revelation. Laurel looked at her father with confused disgust.

The house shook from concussive thunder and the living room was filled with a flash of blinding light. Windows broke, and Ike lost his balance. Several party guests gathered around the windows once they were done rubbing their eyes. James demanded an explanation from Alison with his look, but she just shrugged.

"There's someone out there!" Nora announced.

The back door opened and Clover entered the house. She was naked, charred and walking with a heavy limp. Her right hand was pressed to her side, as if to subdue some pain. In her left hand she held an icon of wood, bone, strings, and beads that looked like a compromise between a tennis racket, a dream catcher, and a hand saw. There was a steely determination in her eyes.

"Whoa, Clover!" Alison said with friendly awe. "I knew you were good, but that's the..."

Clover cut her off. "Silence, Elemphoristatelise!"

Alison stopped talking. It looked to James if she couldn't talk, and for the first time in all of James' dealings with her, she looked afraid.

The whole room watched while Clover began a series of slow powerful movements, speaking loudly and clearly in a language that nobody could identify.

"Mom, no!" Laurel cried. She tried to move toward Clover, but James held her back.

Tortured shadows flickered outward from Alison's feet in every direction, as if being pulled by cruel hooks. For a few seconds, the assembled ninth graders watched Alison being unmade, and then her body collapsed into a thick heap of dust.

Clover fell to her knees, clearly taxed beyond her limits. "Call Richard," she said to James. Two breaths later she fell onto her side and started seizing.

XXXI

"Hey, sweetheart! Don't cry!" Clover said to Laurel from the hospital bed. It had been two weeks since the party and this was the first time Laurel had visited.

Clover's hair was gone: most of it had fallen out after the first day. Her skin was pale and splotchy and she had the bony look of the nearly starved. Her bed was surrounded by medical equipment and bags of fluids.

Radiation sickness had been the doctors' first guess, then some exotic poison, then cancer. After that they started speculating about "spontaneous metabolic failures" caused by a yet-unknown genetic condition.

"I'm so sorry Mom!" Laurel cried. She moved as if to hug her mother, but decided there was too much risk.

"It's not your fault," Clover said soothingly. "I should have protected you better. I should have dealt with her before we ever had children." Clover and James shared a brief look that Laurel couldn't decipher.

Laurel talked with Clover about school until the nurses made her leave. In the parking lot of the hospital, Laurel asked James hopefully, "She's going to get better, right?"

"Yes, she will," James answered, putting a hand on his daughter's back. "But she'll never be like she was."

"I can't believe she would do that," Laurel said. "Cripple herself to come save us."

James sighed. He had been debating whether he should tell her. "It wasn't just her," he said. "Seventy-one other masters helped your mom cast that spell. They all gave pieces of themselves to help her reach us." They drove home in silence.

Streaks of white now danced among laurel's auburn hair. The same thing had happened to all of the teens at the party. Clover's friend Richard had called upon some costly reserves to confuse their memories of the event: he couldn't make them forget, but none save Laurel, Hunter, Tasha, and Lenny understood what they had experienced.

Late at night, despite Laurel's guilt and fear, and despite her promise to herself to make her mother proud from now on, sometimes Laurel felt a calling from the book in her mother's greenhouse. Her mind would obsess over the maiden and the beast, and she would touch herself. It terrified her.