Shelly and Angie
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Naughty Magic, Pt1: Angie free porn video
Asshole.
Don't get me wrong, he's a "nice person" and all. But he's completely overshadowing my boyfriend, Brent Stallor! #13, "backup quarterback?!" They don't even give him the chance to shine like the phenomenal star he is! Makes me so mad, I could kill someone. ...not that I would. It's just so unfair. He led our highschool team to three state championships, practically winning two of them single handedly. Stan totally knows he'd be replaced in an instant if my Brent ever gets any real time on the field, that's why he doesn't let him off the bench unless our team is already up by 30. That's why we're going to some bullshit "Cotton Bowl." Someone needs to do something to avoid another disaster.
Fortunately, I dabble in the mystic arts. "Oh, Angie. That's just a bunch of smoke and mirrors," people always think. If they only knew the stuff I have access to. But then someone would certainly warn stupid Stan. Better that I do this alone, even if it's a bit complex. I'm not even completely sure what this one does, other than make someone disappear, with no one remembering anything about them. I do feel a little guilty, cursing him this way and all, but it's time for my baby to shine! I just need to gather some things of my intended target:
-Article of clothing
-Something of sentimental value
-Bodily fluids
The first two were easy enough, he's in Brent's fraternity. Simple enough for me to slip in and snag a sock and game ball from his last highschool game. I made sure to swap the last one out with a different ball, and he's not too likely to miss one sock. Now I just have to plan out how to get some fluids from him. What would that really be, anyway? The spell could fail if I get something not quite right, but I'm sure anything would do? Blood maybe? Could I somehow get some saliva from him? Those would both be tricky while keeping my activities secret. Could wait for him to pee, then somehow sneak in and get some of that? But he'd probably just flush it all down before I get the chance. And it would be diluted by the water already in the toilet, anyway.
Suppose I could fuck it out of him. He's always glancing over at me when I watch Brent practice. It shouldn't be too hard to seduce him. I could put my tightest pair of yoga pants on, and my smallest sports bra, and ask him to help with a workout. I always like the attention I get with that kind of outfit, the thin fabric stretching across my curves. Brent always takes me home after I wear it to the gym, and has his delightful way with me as soon as his door closes. Can't keep his hands off me, and I'll bet that Stan won't either. Pig. My mind is made up, that's the most effective way to get what I need.
My phone sits on the nightstand, still charging. I grab it and send him a quick text.
"Could you help me with a quick workout?" Brent made sure I had Stan's number, for emergencies? I don't know why he thought I would ever contact Stan instead of someone useful, but I'm happy that I have it now.
He responds a bit too quickly, "I'd be happy to. Come over anytime." That was easy. Hopefully the rest of my plan is as simple as this conversation.
I take a hot shower, the warm water and soapy bubbles working their way over my generous, d-cup breasts before sliding down my tight abs, and the light muscle tone around my stomach. I turn under the shower, my loose hair getting drenched and sticking to the back of my shoulders. The suds of the strawberry scented shampoo run down my back, effortlessly over the dimples right above my firm, tight ass. I run my razor along my long legs, making sure they're as smooth as possible. The razor works its way around my pubic region, keeping me shaved completely clean. I finish in the shower and walk back to my dorm room, towel wrapped around my dripping body.
Back in my room I let the towel fall to the floor around my feet, and lay a few options out on my bed. I decided on a set of pink pants with the matching pink top, with nothing underneath. The pants slide up with some difficulty, almost too tight for my muscled legs and ass. As usual, I take time to appreciate myself in the mirror, breasts still shining wetly in the light, every detail of my legs visible under the thin material 'covering' them. I watch my reflection as I put the sports bra over my head, and bring it down over my chest. It barely covers my large mounds, nipples almost visible through the stretched pink fabric. My nipples are hard from the cold air, just making them easier to see. I slip on some sneakers, put my hair into a tight ponytail, and turn to leave. I'm almost out the door when a thought occurs. My pace to the nightstand next to my bed is almost a sprint, and I fumble around the mess inside. Finally I found what I'm looking for. I throw the condoms into my purse and head out.
I hurry along the trails around our university thinking I should have brought a jacket for the cold. Then again, the chill will help keep my nipples hard, more for Stan to see when I arrive. My fair skin is reddened by wind and cold when I walk up to the door of their frat house. I walk through without even knocking, and see my target coming down the stairs. He has baggy shorts and a tank top on, fully ready to hit the gym. I smile at him as he approaches, and he smiles back. His eyes keep tracking down my body, settling on my chest briefly as they continue down.
"Could we talk?" I ask quietly, glancing around the entry of the house. No one is around, but I'd prefer to get him in a private area.
"Sure, what's up?" he responds.
"In your room," I suggest, an air of seduction laced in my voice.
He perks up a bit at that request, and guides me up the stairs. We get to his room, football and movie memorabilia littering every wall and surface. My eyes flick to the fake game ball on his desk, but quickly move on.
Stan closes the door behind us, "what's up?"
I meet his gaze, and then let my eyes wander down his body. The tank top does little more at concealing his features than my sports bra. Strong arms cross the bulging muscles of his chest. I can't see them through his loose shirt, but I know the chiseled abs are right behind it. The shorts are frustratingly baggy, making any bulge indecipherable, as well as his strong thighs. He has runner legs for sure, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about what I'm getting ready to do.
My lip gets bit in subconscious desire, "I was hoping you could help…" I glance at his bed, "stretch me out?"
His eyebrows raise noticeably at my bluntness, cheeks reddening. "You're my best friend's girlfriend. I don't think I could-"
His words are cut off as I walk to him, my hand gripping his hardening shaft through his shorts. He inhales sharply, eyes meeting mine.
"I want you," I whisper into his ear. I have to stand on my toes to get high enough to say it, but the position makes my body press against his, my hard, barely concealed nipples atop soft breasts against his chest. He grips the back of my head with one hand just under the ponytail, and kisses me deep. His other hand is on my tight ass when his tongue pushes its way into my mouth with no resistance. My own wet tongue slides along his as it enters, and I send a hand under his shorts. I feel the length of the member hidden behind the silky material, bumpy veins running along his thick pole. My hand wraps around it, the fingers unable to encircle the whole girth. I moan into his mouth, melting into his hands as I stroke the thickness, imagining how it will feel inside me.
Our kiss breaks, and I look lustily into his piercing blue eyes. He looks back, lost in the light hazel of mine. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down his legs. My mouth hangs open as his full size emerges. As the shorts descend and fall beyond his concealed length, his hardness springs loose. It bobs and throbs in front of my face, the thick mushroom-like head leaking precum within an inch of my nose. My hand returns to his shaft, fingers trying to meet as my grip tightens. I'm practically drooling as I look at the firm nine inch cock before me.
Brent is the only guy I've been with, and no toy I've ever used has been so thick. I've used longer out of curiosity. Found that my (now dripping) pussy is maybe an inch deeper than this cock. My legs tremble, funny feelings building inside as I come forward and lick the meat at my face. The drop of cum at the tip slathers across my tongue as it circles around, my lips part,mouth opening wider while I struggle to get him in. I pull back slightly and suck at his tip. My tongue works its way back down and around, getting him slick with my spit. His cock shines wetly in the light, and the feeling inside me builds stronger as I try to take his girthy cock into my mouth again. He puts a hand to the back of my head and pushes, and together we're able to get his throbbing cock past my lips and into my mouth.
The head of his cock almost completely fills my mouth, my tongue struggles as it slips around under the bulbous head. I work my head back and forth, trying to take him deeper in what is turning into the least successful blowjob ever, my hand working up and down the veiny shaft.
Before long he grips my ponytail and slowly guides me back to my feet. His strong hand pulls down gently when I get back to eye level, causing my head to lean back. He moves forward kissing and nibbling the tender flesh of my neck. It tickles and excites me, and I find myself falling onto his bed without even realizing we had moved further into the room. I sit up, and he helps me out of my tight sports bra. My breasts roll free as I lean forward, licking at his massive manhood again. He pushes me back and lays me down on his mattress, then pulls at my pants. My breath quickens as the tightness leaves my hips, thighs, and legs, finally pulling free over my shoes and landing on the floor with my discarded bra. He takes off one of my shoes, kisses his way up the naked leg, licks the flesh around my glistening pussy lips, then kisses his way down the other leg. My last shoe comes off and joins the rest of my clothes next to his bed. He takes his place between my legs, glides his fingers along their smoothness, and puts his face between my quivering thighs.
A light moan escapes my throat as I feel a finger slide up my wet labia, then circle the hardened clit. His tongue comes into contact with the upper reaches of my wetness, then slides down and pushes against my folds. He tenderly spreads my delicate lips agart, and his magical tongue is able to enter. He moans satisfactorily into me, my nectar coating his tongue and oozing into his sucking mouth. I put my hand onto his head, burying my fingers in his short hair. My moans elevate, back arching as the funny feelings inside me explode.
My legs tense up around him, spasms rock across me, and I lose all senses as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. He pulls back and slides a finger into my tightness, juices erupting from within. His hand turns, another finger entering. They move in and out, curling a bit as they withdraw. My orgasm increases, convulsions making me rise up and curl into him. He continues wiggling his fingers inside me, and as my climax subsides I find my hands firmly gripping his muscled arm. I feel his muscles pulsing as his fingers work inside my pussy, and nearly fall into another orgasm. He pulls his hand from between my legs, and licks his wet fingers.
"Mmmmmm, you taste good," he says, and I fall back onto his bed, exhaustion and horny desire fighting for supremacy within.
I watch woosily as he pulls his tank top up and over his head, then tosses it aside. He grabs my legs and pulls me closer to him, then leans forward. I feel the thickness of his mushroom head against my steaming entry, a thumb pressing and rubbing at my sensitive bud. His hand rests on my pelvic mound, the other grips the side of my ass. He pushes forward steadily, my pussy opening around his cock. The lips strain and stretch, but his member slips away, sliding up and rubbing along my clit. I moan at the sudden motion and he pulls back, guiding his shaft along my aching clit as it retreats. He lines up again, wiggles the thickness against my opening, and pushes forward.
Stars spark in my vision and I inhale sharply as I feel him enter. The bulbous head pushes against every sensitive nerve inside, the hardness of his erection spreading me firmly apart in its wake.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, sharp breaths filling his lungs as inch after inch of his monstrous cock disappears into me.
He continues his slow burial, both hands holding my inner thighs open around him. His hands work their way up and back behind my butt as the last few inches push in. Powerful hands beneath my body lift my ass off the mattress, holding my hips against his as he bottoms out. I feel his balls touch the skin of my ass, his cock buried fully inside me. My breaths are quick and short, the incredible fullness beautifully painful. I marvel inwardly while the muscles in my pussy stretch around him.
"God, so tight and warm," he groans, then grinds his hips against mine.
The motion causes his cock to rock and wriggle against my inner walls, and a long, throaty moan leaves my mouth. I try to compliment him, telling him how amazing he feels, how I've never had something so large inside me, but all I can manage is a few garbled sounds as the pleasure clouds my mind. Every action I try is fumbled, and I vaguely realize I'm at his mercy. He could do just about anything to me at this point, and all I'd be able to do is moan incoherently. He sets me back onto the mattress, a few inches of his cock pulling out wonderfully, and moves his hands up my body. My arms are sprawled out up and around my head, so his hands are completely free to explore my nakedness. His cock continues withdrawing slowly, leaving my mind swimming in an all encompassing pleasure I've never before experienced.
As his hands reach my heaving breasts, he sends his length back into me. His thrust is quick, filling me suddenly. My moan fills the room and he pulls back again, then forward. The thrusting begins to quicken, both hands groping the fleshy mounds on my chest. Thick, rough thumbs drag across my erect nipples, one becoming pinched in his fingers. He pulls at it teasingly, then lets it fall free. Hungry eyes watch my breasts jiggle at his actions, and in rhythm to the pounding at our hips. His hand squeezes my soft flesh, bringing my sensitive nipple closer to his mouth before sliding his tongue against my areola and devouring it.
The sucking at my tit and constant pounding into me drives me through another climax. My arms stretch out, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as my world falls away. The constant thrusting keeps me rooted, every push into my deepest reaches sending another wave crashing through my burning body. My back arches, breasts pushing against his suckling mouth, swirling tongue, and grasping hands. His pace quickens into my orgasm, sending me deeper into the unrelenting pleasure. Screams of unrestricted delight snap me back to reality, and I find they're my own.
Loud, wonderful moans flow freely from my mouth as he pounds wetly into me. He stops suddenly, keeping himself fully sheathed in my convulsing pussy, then kisses me. His tongue enters my inviting mouth, dancing against mine. My orgasm subsides, and he pulls away. His thickness retracts from my slick warmth, and he gets off the bed. I watch as he moves around and stands at the edge of the bed. My eyes trace down his chiseled form and rest on his large erection, now slick with my juices.
One strong hand grasps my leg and pulls me to the side of the bed. He puts his hands on me, helping me up into a new position. My ass sticks up at him, my head resting on my folded arms on the mattress. He gets between my feet, curled toes dangling off the side of the bed, and teases my dripping slit by sliding his thickness up and down my entry. My toes curl even tighter at the stimulation, a breathy blend of sighs and moans escaping my mouth. With one hand resting on the small of my back, thumb pressing and prodding at my tightest hole, he surges forward.
His manhood fills me completely once more, heavy balls carried by the momentum slap against the upper portion of my pink pussy. As he begins plunging in and out I feel his thumb work its way slowly into my ass. All I can do is moan, my sounds of ecstasy bouncing with his movements behind me. His digit wiggles its way inside, adding more pleasure to the situation. Juices run down my legs, and a hand makes noisy contact with my ass. The sudden smack and sharp pain from his slap make me cry out, another orgasm building. The feeling inside grows to dangerous levels, finally crashing into an agonizing climax as his thumb becomes fully buried inside my other hole, and his other hand comes down again with a pleasurable spank.
I grip the sheets tightly as my body is once again consumed by the spasms of climax. The slow, steady leak of fluids from my sex suddenly increase, juices erupting from my stuffed pussy. Stan pushes fully into me, and lets my convulsing pussy constrict and pulse around his cock. His thumb continues working inside my ass, his other hand reaches around to toy with my throbbing clit. With a scream and brief series of obscenities my legs jerk out, and I fall flat onto the mattress. He follows, keeping his thickness and digit rooted inside. My body continues shaking, legs rising around him, toes firmly curled. His hand remains on my pubic region, fingers along my labia as it pulses around the base of his cock, practically sucking at him. He nibbles at my neck, the warmth of his breath driving me wild and further into my agonizing orgasm.
Finally, he pulls his hand away, wet fingers sliding up along my stomach and then working free from beneath us. He plants it firmly on the sheets next to my breast and pushes himself up, his cock working against my tightening walls as he moves. My climax begins to subside, tensing body relaxing. Tingling arms are folded up under me, my breaths get longer and deeper as I regain control of my body. His thumb pulls free from its enclosure, and he positions his legs around mine. I hear him groan at the increased pressure around his shaft, offer a whispy moan as he puts both hands on my firm cheeks.
Working his body in a sawing motion above me his hard meat plunges in and out of my prone body. "Oooooh, fuck," is the only phrase I can get out, repeating itself over and over with each surge forward. The sheets bunched between my legs rub against me wonderfully, already soaked from previous orgasms. I feel another begin to build, almost painfully.
"Shit, you're gonna make me cum," he tells me, his pace becoming erratic. "Where you want it, baby?"
My mind races, thoughts emerging from the clouds in my head. Briefly panicked eyes look across the room, finding my purse still holding all of the condoms. Fuck, how could I forget?! Now what, am I going to have to start over, suddenly pretending to be conscious of protection? Suppose I could scrape his load off my face or breasts, but where would I put it?
He apparently made the decision for me with a groan, and pushed all the way in. I feel his thickness grow suddenly and begin pulsing. Something warm splashes against my innermost place, rope after rope of hot sperm filling me with every throb of his cock.
A powerful orgasm explodes from within as I experience my first creampie. I've taken Brent bare before, but he always pulls out and cums on my face, or in my mouth. But this. This is something special. Way better than a condom filling inside me, the warmth of this, not to mention the erotic dangers of taking someone's seed into my fertile depths drives my orgasm to new heights. His cock remains still, fully sheathed in my spasming pussy. My walls constrict and convulse around him, milking every last potent drop out of his throbbing cock. I moan and shriek into the sheets, my skin covered in goosebumps, back arching, toes curled so tight they may never straighten. He begins pushing against my ass, pressing me into the mattress then releasing, riding his orgasm out against my unbelievable climax. Each thrust releases yet another spurt of cum into me, and extends my blissful agony further. He stops again, and places his hands on my shoulders. His fingers scratch along my back as his hands slide down, then turn and plant themselves on the bed at either side of my waist. My legs tremble, ass jiggling as he begins pulling out. The pace is slow, the shaft so tremendous it feels as though he'll take my quivering pussy with it. His thick head pauses at my entrance, lips spreading around it as he pulls free. It emerges wetly, and he slides it up, between my ass cheeks. It grinds against my hole, and he sighs contentedly.
I echo his sound, unable to move much while my climax subsides. He blows across my back, causing a fresh set of spasms to rock across me.
He chuckles at my tensing, "How was that?"
"Amazing," I answer honestly, barely able to mumble through the sheets. "I've never come so much, or so hard. Ever."
He laughs as he lays next to me, "Ready for round two?"
My eyes get wide, no idea how I'll be able to go through something like that again, and so soon after. I roll over and meet his gaze. My arms rest limply at my sides, legs crossed at my feet.
I smile weakly and let out a giggle. "I don't know if I can."
"Five minutes?" he asks. I look down and see his still hard cock bouncing in his lap. It's shining in the light, coated in both of our juices. A bead of cum covers his tip.
I bite my lip, "Five minutes." If nothing else, it's more unimaginable pleasure, and more material to work with. Stan gets up and throws his shorts back on. He strides out the room, closing the door as he leaves.
But do I really want to make such a wonderful cock disappear? Yes, this is all for Brent, I can't lose focus. Perhaps I can get a spell to up his bedroom game, too? One thing is for sure. I'll have to get the pill, because no way am I going back to condoms after this, it feels so good to be filled with semen. With that thought another occurs. I bring my legs up, legs still crossed, and elevate my ass, hoping to keep as much of his fluids inside as possible. He comes back into the room, closing the door quickly behind him.
"What are you doing?" he asks, catching me in an awkward position.
"Oh, I'm just stretching a bit before we have another round," I respond, trying to sound convinced of my own lie.
"Good idea," he replies, walking over to the bed. His shorts return to the floor, meaty rod coming back into view. "Might want to bury your face in a pillow when we start again, your boyfriend is here."
The color drains from my face. I had hoped Brent would be busy studying or training for a few hours, and away from his fraternity. I certainly don't want to be caught in bed with his athletic rival.
"It's ok," Stan continues. "I told Waldron to text me when your boy leaves. He should be going to his study group soon."
He pulls at me, and I comply. I get back onto my hands and knees, this time facing the headboard. He gets behind me and lines up at my still steaming hole. With one hand on my hip he slips back in, and we begin again. The thought of being caught, the thrill of what we're doing behind my boyfriend's back, and once again having a bare cock inside me for the purpose of coating my insides with seed pushes me through orgasm after orgasm as we go at it for the next two hours. We switch positions, take a couple of breaks, and make more noise once he gets the text that Brent has left. All in all, I got two more loads pumped into me before he offered to drive me back to my dorm.
I went into the bathroom before leaving and balled up some toilet paper, placing it into my sore pussy. That should help keep what I need right where I need it, for now. I walked gingerly to his car, stumbling a bit from the vigorous 'workout,' and rode in silence as he drove. We pulled up and I thanked him for the ride once we arrived.
"We should do that again sometime," I offered with a wink.
He smiled broadly at me and agreed. The walk up to my dormitory was difficult, I struggled at the few steps in front of the building. Fortunately the building is equipped with an elevator, not sure what I would do without it. I got to my room, and gathered the supplies. My roommate is in Brent's study group, and planning on attending a party afterwards, so I should be alone until the early morning hours.
I strip again and lower myself over the empty bowl. Moments after removing the makeshift block the semen oozes and globs out of me, draining into the bowl. A pair of fingers spread my pussy lips to help it along, and I enjoy the feeling of his warm load pouring out more than I thought I would. My fingers absent-mindedly toy with my pussy until I think I have enough.
After arranging the candles, drawing the necessary symbols on the floor, and placing the three items in the center of the room, I ready myself for the ritual. It's a complex few sentences in a long dead language, but I've practiced and recited enough to know it by heart. The first line leaves my lips, and I drive a knife into the game ball. One candle goes out. I recite the second line and cut through his sock, tearing it into a couple of pieces. A second candle flickers out. As I say the third line I pour his fluids from the bowl, letting it pool on the floor. Another candle goes dark. As the last words of the final line leave my tongue the last candles extinguish, and the room begins spinning. I fall to the floor dizzy, everything going dark. The last thing I see before the world melts away is my framed picture of Brent, and I smile as my eyes close in a deep sleep. -->
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