Witch Stories – part 2

by Tawny Maine

Zara sat cross legged on the floor while her hands absentmindedly stroked the fur of her black cat, Whiskers. The cat purred, opened its topaz eyes and looked across the table at the beautiful giant sitting there.

“What the hell is it with you and that cat anyway?” Rowan asked. He ran a hand through his long black mane and drummed his fingers in a most annoying staccato beat upon the table with the other. Zara rolled her eyes at her irritating friend, while raising the cat’s chin to nuzzle its nose with her own.

“Cat’s are loyal, they don’t interrupt dinner needing advice, and, moreover, they are never bitchy,” she said and raised her penetrating eyes to give him a look that would have turned any other man to a pool of butter. But not Rowan. They had been friends for years and they were both too comfortable with each other to be anything more than that. Truthfully, they were more like siblings in their fondness for each other.

Rowan had disturbed her during dinner tonight to express his frustrations regarding the dead end he’d reached in finding what he considered to be the perfect mate. Zara was a therapist of sorts and got this from a lot of her friends. She had a non-emotional approach and insightful advice that made her a popular shoulder to cry on. She sighed. This was the third of her gifted clan to show up today unannounced and dump their life issues in her lap, looking for her to still their turbulent storms of frustration.

“In time Rowan, you will find a gifted woman with the power to match your own, but know this, just as equal as her power will be her will.”

Rowan stopped drumming his fingers and looked at Zara searchingly.

“I look forward to the challenge Zara,” he said with a hint of a smile. “I look forward to it my friend. Now, I have kept too much of your time as it is and as it is getting late. I must not interrupt your evening any longer…”

That said, he vanished in a vapor before her. Zara thought she would never get used to all the different gifts bestowed upon her clan. Just recently acquainted with her own, she was still coming to grips with the mysterious powers she held.

“Well Whiskers, time to clean up,” she said, stroking her cat and rising to her feet. She cleared her uneaten dinner from the table and proceeded to the kitchen. It would be a full moon tonight and she had much to accomplish. Zara had purposefully scheduled no appointments tonight so she could zone into herself. This was her time to soak her long, slender body in oils of essence and tap into her own restless soul. She had yet to find her perfect mate either, but was in no rush to be chained down. She finished tidying up the room and began the walk to her pond room. Zara had designed the home herself, and had it built with tranquility in mind.

Her gift was insight, one she used within her tribe, as well as offering her services in a metaphysical shop downtown. Lately, her clientele had been growing, and Zara was exhausted. In order to maintain clear insight, she needed this night to replenish her skills and be kind to herself. Zara brushed her board straight, midnight black hair that cascaded down her back to rest just below the curves of her derriere, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were black, so black that there was no definition of where her pupils ended and her irises began. The black liquid pools were held by a slender heart shaped face, with chiseled cheek bones. Her lips were naturally crimson, full and pouty. The look was startling to many at first appearances. She was exotic with her slender pale frame in contrast to her raven hair and crimson lips.

Stripping off the remainder of her clothes, she recited her gift blessing and dropped a valve of lavender, then a valve of vanilla musk into the waters. Silently, she slid into the warm pond. She eased her slender frame into the water leisurely, allowing the liquid caress to erase any remaining thoughts of the day. Her small nipples tightened as the waters stroked her breasts, enveloping them softer than any hands. In the ecstasy of the warmth her body began to finally relax. She dipped her head under the water, letting the wetness consume all of her and allowed herself to become attuned with her body’s needs.

She felt the familiar stirrings of sensual fire building within her middle and closed her eyes at the pleasurable sensation. Just as she was surrendering to the moon captured in the blackness of the night the door bell rang. “Damn,” she said and thought the intruder would leave if she ignored them. But the mood was gone and Zara sensed a friend in need.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she uttered as she climbed out of the pond, grabbing her black silk robe. Tying the robe’s sash across her midriff, she opened the door to see her client, Neena, at the door. Neena walked in clutching a book against her chest, looking apologetic, and dropped down on Zara’s floor pillow in a heap of emotion.
“Damn that man, Zara!” she said between sniffles. “I did exactly as you suggested and he still rejected me.”

Zara noticed the book was the karma sutra book she had advised Neena to purchase for herself. She looked at her young friend and relented to herself that it was going to be a long night. Closing the door and sitting down across from what had become her home therapy desk, she looked at her young visitor. Neena was a beautiful woman who had locked herself into a marriage with a man that had the passion of a cold, wet fish. Moving her wet hair from her face, she looked at her newest client, who had quickly become a friend.

“Neena, I requested that you buy the book for yourself. It’s important that you become familiar with your own body’s needs and desires. It was not meant to be used as a seductive ploy to gain Rick’s attention or advances,” she stated tenderly. “I explained to you that he has nothing to offer you and I don’t see any changes in the future. Going to him for fulfillment is akin to going to the hardware store for a loaf of bread.”

This brought a fresh flood of tears from Neena and Zara sighed with pity for her. Grabbing a nearby tissue box, she moved closer to her and handed her a tissue.

Patting her soothingly on the leg she said, “Now, shh… there’s no reason to give up hope. Shh… easy does it.” Wiping away the tears from her face, Neena got herself under control with deep breaths, her ample breasts slowing their rise and fall.

“I can’t do it alone. I don’t know where to begin and I thought that we could do some of the exercises together. You know, learn about each other.”

Zara turned her head away in thought. “Is there any other man that you could entrust your will to?”

Neena shook her head no. “If there is anyone you can think of that could assist you in these experiments until you become accustomed enough to know yourself, it wouldn’t be wrong Neena,” she explained.

“I trust you,” she whispered. Zara looked as if she’d been struck.

Shock outlined her features and she vehemently shook her head as she told her friend, “No, out of the question. I am your therapist and I do not, will not, cross that line. It is imperative that we maintain a safe place for you to come so that your soul can heal.”

Neena looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please Zara, just a few of the exercises, just to get me started,” she said in a rush. “You could help me become more comfortable so that I could do the rest on my own.”

Neena knew that she was begging, but she was desperate. She had never considered sex with a female and she didn’t really consider it now. She just wanted to know pleasure. Rick jumped her, got his rocks off, and then left her to tidy up the mess. There was never any pleasure.

She knew that Zara knew pleasure, sensual pleasure that she, herself, had never experienced. Zara caught her bottom lip in her mouth and Neena knew she was considering it.
Her heart leapt in her chest and she prodded on, “You don’t have to do anything much. Just touch me Zara. I have never been caressed, or been told I was beautiful, or sexy.”

Zara looked thoughtful and remained silent for what seemed like an eternity to Neena. Finally, she said, “All right, but this will be done my way and no matter what you fear, you have to trust me.”

She did trust her and Neena wasn’t at all afraid. Her breathing quickened and Zara’s eyes fell to her big breasts. Neena felt her nipples tighten with the look. They strained against the tight t-shirt she wore and Neena knew Zara could see her nipples through the white shirt she had thrown on at the last minute.

“You’re gifted, and I trust you,” she promised her.

Zara rose up, lowered her hand and said, “Come with me Neena.”

Neena took her hand and allowed Zara to bring her to her feet. She followed her into the pond room, past the waters to a chair that stood by the windowed wall. Zara pushed her into the chair and untied her robe sash. The robe dropped to the floor and Neena’s mouth fell open. She had never seen another woman so beautiful, so luminescent. Her skin shone pale in the moonlight and her hair was brushing the bottom of her, lean muscular ass. She had small, perky breasts with long, peach colored nipples. Her breasts were the opposite of Neena’s.

Neena had full, ample breasts that rose and practically rested under her chin if she donned a bra. Zara’s breasts were pale and creamy, with nipples that should have been a sin to create on any female. Neena reached out to touch her, just to see how they felt, hell, to check if the damn things were even real. But Zara stepped back and denied her.
“I’m sorry,” Neena said shyly. “They are just so surreal.

Zara turned toward the window, closing her eyes and allowing the moon to give her energy and wisdom for what lay ahead. Neena had never seen such a perfect ass. Small and round, it was in the shape of a heart. There was a tattoo of a black rose on her left cheek and Neena wanted to bury her head in the creamy skin of what promised to be a juicy and delicious peach. Her clit was already throbbing and she had yet to even be touched. There was something so mysterious about her friend. She was mysterious and soft, whereas Rick was flabby and hairy.

Neena knew that she would learn how to be a woman tonight. She would learn how to caress and surrender to a passion she had never experienced. She felt the wetness in her underwear and knew Zara could smell her musky juices. She turned and commanded her to remove her clothes. Neena, embarrassed about their physical differences, stood shakily.

Her gifted friend knew, however, and whispered, “You are beautiful and full. You have a woman’s curves and have no reason to feel ashamed.”

She removed her shirt to expose more of her tan skin. Next, her bra, shorts, and finally underwear were removed. She stood exposed and vulnerable before her. Zara gazed down the length of her. Her legs were long and tanned and she had a small patch of soft blond curls covering her mound. Her breasts were twin curves of tanned flesh that endowed full, rosy nipples.

“Close your eyes,” Zara whispered, and Neena let her lids fall, her lashes fanning her cheeks. She didn’t hear Zara move, but she was suddenly behind her, pressing her cool, firm breasts on her back as she whispered, “Surrender yourself to pleasure. Surrender yourself to me,” and she felt her warm breath fan her shoulder. Neena smelled the lavender and vanilla musk Zara bathed in. The smell surrounded her and she could feel her friend’s cold, tight nipples pressing tightly into her back. Zara wrapped her arms around her, gripping her wrists and placing them behind her back. Using her silk sash, she tied her wrists there.

“Keep your eyes closed, and let your body feel. Don’t think, just feel,” she said softly and Neena felt her move. Instantly, she was standing before her, moving her and suddenly Neena felt smooth glass against her ass and knew that she was pressed firmly against the windowed wall. She couldn’t see anything beyond her closed eyes that acted as a blindfold and she began to feel uncertain until she felt a slight tweak on her breasts. Zara had pinched her nipple, causing it to tighten again.

“Rise for me,” she said as she then circled and pinched the other one. Neena felt fire surge through her. Breathless, she whimpered and began to feel unsteady. She felt the softest touch on one of her ample peaks. Soft, light, and dreamily smooth as it was encircling her nipples and then swatting them, heightening the throb that had begun between her legs.

Zara watched her friend, taking the feather and circling each of her beautiful nipples and then taking turns spanking them with the tip of it. She saw Neena’s breasts tighten to pointed peaks, watched pleasure etch across her face. Neena whimpered and arched her back, jutting her hips out. Zara saw her pleasure increasing and leisurely dragged the feather from one swollen breast and down her muscular, tanned stomach.

She then kicked Neena’s feet further apart and lowered herself to a squat, resting on her heels. She lazily trailed the feather from one slender ankle, up the calf and the inner thigh of Neena’s leg. She spanked the inner thigh with the feather, causing Neena to moan in pleasured anguish. Lowering Neena into a squat position up against the window, she flicked her wrist and slid the feather between her wet vaginal lips, just once. Languidly, she started up the other leg and worked her way up to slither the feather again between the moist and parted mound. Neena’s hips were bucking and writhing so Zara gently began use the feather to rub the tight and swollen nub between her legs, softly teasing and caressing her clitoris. She knew that Neena would need more, but first she had to teach her pleasure.

Neena felt as if her body were going to explode. Her clit was throbbing and she parted her legs farther apart to provide more room for the feather to toy with. Her clenched fists were tied behind her back and her eyes tightly shut with the overcoming sensations she was experiencing. She felt something slick and wet on her nipple, as the feather continued its pleasurable ride on her swollen nub. It felt delicious and she never wanted it to end. The wet tip on her breast was circling and then she felt a gentle tug. She knew that Zara now had her mouth on her and she thought she would cum on the spot. The feather was teasing her and she desperately needed more. She felt a fire burning inside her and it was slowly building to a point of erotic ecstasy.

Then, Zara began pulling and sucking on the breast, causing bursting waves of pleasure to slide over her skin. She used her other hand to knead and cup it so that she had most of Neena’s breast in her mouth. She had never had her breast sucked like this before. Zara’s mouth would suck the fullness of her curves as her tongue continued its exquisite torture upon her nipple. Her breast was assaulted as her tongue continued circling and rubbing the peak with warm wetness. Neena began rocking her hips against the feather, yearning and reaching for something more solid, something thicker.

Zara removed her mouth from one breast and turned her attention to the denied one. She brought her teeth down on the soft, ample flesh. She bit a circle around the curve of her breast, and ended with one long, tugging bite upon a tender nipple. She flicked the swollen peak with her tongue, reaching out and snaking the tip of her tongue around it over and over.

Neena was gasping and moaning. She pleaded for more; the touches were escalating to the point of torture. Zara moved away from Neena, ceasing the teasing with her clit and breasts to place her hands on Neena’s shoulder and push her down into a squatting position. Her legs were spread out, hands still tied behind her back with her clit completely exposed. Zara lay underneath her on the floor and placed her beautiful face directly under the juicy, throbbing cherry above her.
Placing her hands on Neena’s thrashing hips, she pressed her hips down and onto her face. Zara raised her face until she was buried in Neena’s voluptuous ass and she could smell her readiness. She then began to slide her wet tongue softly over the voluptuous fruit that was throbbing and excreting its juices. She flicked and nibbled there as her friend moaned and shook. She placed one hand in her pulsating sheath, as her tongue continued to rub. She then took what was offered into her mouth, clamping down gently on her clit with her teeth and began to suck the orgasm from Neena’s wet, throbbing mound.

Neena never believed anything could feel so delicious, so exquisite. Her clit caught between Zara’s teeth while she sucked her for all she was worth. It was the best torture she had ever felt. Falling forward on all fours, her ass and vagina placed directly under Zara’s skilled mouth, she began to rock her hips against that wet tongue. Raising one hand, she gripped her own breasts, tugging at her tightened nipples. Her hands on her own body excited her, heightened the sensations she was experiencing until it peaked, and brought her over the edge to a orgasm.

Neena wanted to cry with the pleasure and release she felt. She never realized that sex could be like this. Zara moved out from beneath her and removed the wrist restraint. Her naked body glistened in the moon light. She stroked Neena’s arm as she surrendered to her emotions.

Neena was crying now in the knowledge that she was a sexual and desirable woman. She would no longer go to anyone else to satisfy her needs. Zara had taught her everything she needed to know about pleasuring herself.