Blood Dancer - Part 6.1

Brigid sat in the passenger seat of Wilma's RV as they sped across town. The sexual tension was thick in the air and Brigid looked across and assessed the woman she was about to spend the night with.

She was the definition of BBW with thick thighs, round face, full lips and a truly mouth-watering chest. Looking at them side on Brigid now guessed they were J or H cups, mamouth compared to her perky B cups. Being alone with the woman and being the sole recipient of the magical was still pummelling her psyche. The charm around her neck was still magnifying it and her body was responding by getting more and more needy with every passing second. Brigid needed this fuck otherwise she was sure she would go insane.

Wilma looked over a smiled at the petite redhead, she felt more reckless and sexually powerful than she had in years. It had been so long since she'd had sex, repressed by her place in the community...just a couple of discreet flings with her old college friends on their all-to-infrequent re-union weekend. Now this cute emo girl had spent the evening flirting with her...she literally couldn't wait to get her home and jump into bed with her. The lust and hunger she felt was almost frightening, so much repression to be released on this poor unsuspecting woman.

After a short while she said "So, shall we stop off at my place for coffee" desperately hoping that she had not misread the situation.

Brigid was happy to play the role of the seduced nymph, her primary plan was to get to Wilma's, spend the night fucking and then search her place for the source of Wilma's magic. It would be a book of spells or magically charged artifact of some description. She would be able to use her charm to discreetly detect it without this dark sorceress realising she had taken a fully trained witch into her house. Once she knew it's nature she could then return and destroy it or, if it was too powerful, call for re-enforcements from the coven. Her whole plan hinged on staying over and then getting the grand tour so she had to play the role of the willing lover...also, she needed an orgasm more than at any point in her entire life. She bit her lip in a way that she hoped looked sexy and replied "Your place definitely....but I don't want coffee" and placed her hand on Wilma's thigh.

Wilma smiled "Perfect" she thought as she parted her thighs and allowed Brigid's hand to slide over her skin "So, the local minister and the young English teacher...quite scandalous in a small town like this...I am hoping we'll be discreet"

Brigid smiled too, despite Wilma practicing dark enchantments on rooms of people she still wanted to avoid publicity. Fine, that suite Brigid's needs too. She slipped her hand under the hem of Wilma's skirt and whispered "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas".

Wilma beamed "I warn you...am feeling pretty wild hunnie"

Brigid wanted "Wild", she was so horny she wanted everything "Seriously, I am so horny I want you to rip me apart"

From that point on the speed limit was a purely fictional construct for Wilma as she hurtled home. She barely waited for the automatic garage doors or open before racing inside. In seconds the two were ripping each others clothes of and hungrily kissing each other as the stumbled towards the bedroom.

It was fully 10 hours later when Brigid gained consciousness....

...she rolled over and instantly cried out in pain as her bloodied, striped ass check tore away from the sheet. She flopped over onto her back and instantly gasped as the huge sex toy Wilma has stuck up her ass was pushed further up.

The memories of the previous night came flooding back...she made to reach behind her but her hands were still cuffed to the bedhead. He body was a ravaged mess and the worst of it was she couldn't really blame Wilma. Brigid had literally begged and snarled and demanded and goaded every single one of the torments an Wilma had been only to happy to give them. She was covered in bruises, scratches, lovebites and in places actual real bites but the worst damage was to her back, ass and thighs. Wilma had began spanking her "bad little girl" but eventually she'd used her thick leather belt and Brigid had thanked her for each and every stroke and begged for more. The deep, bloody stripes would take a while to heal.

Orgasm after screaming orgasm for both of them, they had goaded each other to new heights and ecstacy and depravity, all the time with Wilma dominating and Brigid receiving. Then the handcuffs hand come out, and then Wilma's quite breathtaking array of sex-toys. Brigid closed her eyes as she remembered Wilma's fetish for photographing and filming the torments too. Brigid had been an anal virgin until last night but her deflowering had been a glorious riot of screaming pleasure all captured for posterity.

Yes, it was fair to say Reverend Wilma was a nasty inventive domineering bitch.

Brigid's only thought now was to smile coquettishly, find the source of Wilma's power and limp home so she could use her own magic to heal herself.

As she lay there aching she felt Wilma's stir from her own exhausted slumber. She looked over and got a sweet smile from the buxom older woman. There had been some quite wonderful sex as well as the kinky shit....Wilma's breasts were truly heavenly and the initial lovemaking had been almost perfect but each orgasm seemed to merely drive the intensity towards the wild abandon of the wild, hedonistic sexual torture that followed.

Wilma moved her nipple to Brigid's mouth and whispered "Come on baby, this is where you belong". Despite the pain Brigid's pussy instantly began to soak with arousal and she began to suckle of Wilma's super-sensitive breasts. Before long Wilma clambered up and placed her pussy inches above Brigid's face...the aroma alone nearly made the horny redhead cum and she strained upwards to kiss Wilma's clit. The magic, she realised, was just as potent this morning as it had been yesterday...but also, there was no denying Wilma was unbelievably good in bed.

The insatiable BBW plunged down on her new lesbian lover and clamped her thick thighs around her head.

Wilma was in danger of losing track of time and she had things she needed to do. Before too long her parishioners would be arriving for morning service, she wanted more of Brigid but also she couldn't risk her being detected. Lincoln Lake wasn't ready for this much gossip in one go. Reluctantly she de-mounted and looked down at the woman she had spent the night with "Now, my little painslut, I have to go and be holy....you will have to stay here"

Brigid smiled, perfect....she could search the place without fear of being disturbed. Wilma got off the bed and walked over to her desk and Brigid rattled the handcuffs restraining her "Erm...little help here"

Wilma smiled wickedly "I am not letting you go that easily baby"

Brigid gasped "No! You can't.........what if I need to pee"

Wilma was enjoying this "Then you'll be punished...Don't worry, I always deliver my sermons from my iPad....today I'll be a little bit distracted". She tapped the webcam sitting on top of her PC and waved the iPad screen towards Brigid.

"Noooo you can't do this...I'll stay here but you have to let me go" whined Brigid

Wilma merely smiled and opened the bedside draw. She took out a pink sleep mask and placed it over Brigid's eyes.

Brigid continued "Come on Wilma...let me go...this isn't fu" until Wilma pushed something fabric into her mouth...the salty taste instantly told her it was a pair of soiled panties....a second pair were slipped over her head securing the makeshift gag but also covering her nose. Wilma kissed Brigid on her head and said "Be a good girl for mommy" and left the young witch there to stew.