Chapter 7: Friday night
Abigail lay sprawled on Luke's bed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense encounter. She felt a mix of satisfaction and trepidation, her mind still lingering on the filthy words they had exchanged, the way she had begged for his cum, for his cock to fill every inch of her. She was both exhilarated and horrified by the raw, primal desires she had unleashed, and the thought of seeing Tilly with Luke sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs.
Luke sat across from her, his eyes dark and intense as he watched her, a smirk playing on his lips. He lay down next to her, panting as he caught his breath.
“W- was that good for you, Abigail? Because I will admit that I had an excellent time.” He murmured tiredly from beside her. Abigail looked over at him, her eyes still glazed over from the intense encounter.
“Were you always capable of sex like that? Like, even without the spell.” She asked, her voice soft. Luke grinned at her knowingly.
Abigail’s breath hitched at the thought, her body still tingling with the memory of his cock filling her pussy.
Luke chuckled lightly. “You know, some girls happen to like a guy with hobbies, interests, personality… not everyone is turned off by the ‘loser’ thing I’ve allegedly got going on.” He sighed happily. “But I won’t lie and say that you weren’t particularly responsive, or that I don’t think the kinky side of that made it better too. Because it totally did. For me, at least. Hopefully for you, too I mean, you didn’t end up using the safe word so I assume you liked it?” He kind of rambled softly, enjoying the complete relaxation that came with not having to hold onto the spell with everything he had. He hadn’t felt this good in weeks. His body was still buzzing with the aftershocks of their intense encounter. The spell had certainly amplified their connection, but it was clear that Abigail and Luke had genuine chemistry, even without the magical boost.
Abigail's eyes met his, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked content, satisfied, and a little bit dazed. "No, I didn't use the safe word," she admitted, her voice soft. "You might say I liked it a little too much."
Luke grinned, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her stomach.
"Glad to hear it, Abigail. Glad to hear it." They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, their bodies still pressed against each other, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Abigail could feel Luke's cock, soft and spent, lying against her thigh. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction in that, knowing that she had left him as spent as she felt. She reveled in the afterglow, her mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
After a few minutes, Abigail propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at Luke. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice soft. "Do we...
what?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at her. "Go back to the sorority house and get ready for the party? Or maybe we could just skip the party altogether and spend the night right here, fucking and sleeping and fucking some more?" He suggested, a smirk playing on his lips as he reached up to tangle his fingers in her hair.
Abigail bit her lip, considering his proposal. The thought of missing the party and spending the night with Luke was incredibly tempting, but she knew Tilly would be expecting her.
Plus, she was the sorority’s president. She couldn’t just abandon her girls when they were hosting. Maybe another night, or maybe after the party. We could always sneak out early," Abigail suggested, her voice breathy with anticipation.
Luke smiled, tracing the curve of her hip with his fingertip. "Sneaking out sounds like fun. We could make it a regular thing, maybe even go to your rooftop. I hear it's a great spot to stargaze." He winked at her, already coming up with ideas for their next rendezvous.
Abigail laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "I've never done anything like that before. It sounds... thrilling."
"Everything with you is thrilling, Abigail.
I promise you that," Luke replied, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her down for a slow, deliberate kiss. They shared a soft, lingering kiss, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling. It was a sweet, tender moment that felt strange yet right, given the intensity and filthiness of what they had just shared.
Abigail pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting Luke's. "Okay, so we'll go to the party, have some fun, and then sneak out early for a night under the stars. Sound like a plan?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
Luke grinned, his eyes darkening with lust once again. “Sounds like a dream, my dear. I hope to bring new meaning to the idea of screaming from the rooftops with you.” He said, pushing himself up. “You’re welcome to shower here if you want. You don’t have to do a midday walk of shame.” Luke offered, knowing how much Abigail valued her reputation.
Abigail smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. “Thanks. I’ll just head back to the sorority house to get ready.”
Luke nodded and grabbed a towel from his dresser, handing it to her. “I’ll follow you in a bit. We can drive together to the party.”
Abigail took the towel and stood up, wrapping it around her body. “Sounds good. See you in a bit.” She walked towards the door, her bare feet leaving prints on the carpet.
“Oh, and Abigail?” Luke called out as she walked away. “I won’t actually be offended if you clean my cum out of you. I get it. But I was serious about that deal. No panties for you this weekend, at all.” He grinned at her cheekily.
“And if anyone asks, just tell them you got a little overzealous during a sorority game of Twister. We’ll keep the cum thing between us.”
Abigail laughed, shaking her head as she opened the door. “You’re something else, Luke. See you in a bit.”
She stepped out into the hallway, the cool air a sharp contrast to the warmth of Luke’s room. She wrapped the towel tighter around her, her heart still pounding from their intense encounter. As she walked down the hall, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration and anticipation for what the night held.
She had never felt so...alive. The thought of Luke, his touch, his words, were still fresh in her mind. She couldn’t believe how much she had enjoyed his filthy words and even filthier actions. She had never been one to shy away from sex, but this was different. This was raw, primal, and she loved every second of it.
She made her way back to the sorority house, her mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her skin, the sting of his teeth on her flesh. She smiled to herself, her cheeks flushing with warmth at the memory.
As she walked into the sorority house, she was greeted by a cacophony of noise and chaos. Music blared from the stereo in the living room, and girls were bustling about, getting ready for the party. Tilly spotted her first and waved her over.
"Hey, girl! Where have you been? I've been looking for you," Tilly said, her eyes scanning Abigail from head to toe, taking in her disheveled appearance.
Abigail shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, hey, Tilly. I was just... caught up with something. What's going on?"
Tilly raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing her. "Caught up with something? You mean you were off doing God knows what with that weirdo Luke? Abigail, seriously, you're the president of this sorority. You can't be seen fraternizing with the enemy."
Abigail rolled her eyes, trying to play it off. "Relax, Tilly. I was just... talking to him. That's all. It's not like we're dating or anything."
Tilly snorted. "Talking?
Abigail, come on, I know you better than that. You were off doing something with him, weren't you? And you're probably all flushed and excited because of it, aren't you?" Tilly pressed, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her friend.
Abigail felt her cheeks flush even more, her mind racing to come up with a lie. "No, Tilly, really. We were just talking. About folklore, if you can believe it." She tried to laugh it off, but Tilly wasn't buying it.
"Folklore? Abigail, you hate folklore.” Tilly countered, moving towards the staircase that lead to Abigail and her rooms. “You got fucked. Just own up to it. If I’m stuck in this freaky sex spell with you and him, I think I at least deserve details!” She whispered enthusiastically, always wanting to support her friends in any of their relationships, even when this particular friend is one she’d like to have more of a relationship with. “I want to know everything. Because while you two were off doing… whatever presumably kinky shit, I was doing your job and preparing for the party.” She pouted teasingly, not relenting until she heard more. “Come on, Abz, spill the tea.”
Abigail sighed, knowing she would have to give in eventually. She walked over to the couch in their shared common space and sat down next to Tilly, speaking in a hushed voice. “Fine, but promise not to tell anyone else.”
Tilly crossed her heart with her fingers, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.”
Abigail rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “Okay, so obviously you remember what we’d all last decided on. Keep the spell occupied so that it doesn’t mess with us and make us do anything crazy. But after I left, I lowkey freaked out. Was all stressed about what’s going on in my head. So I went back to talk to Luke about it.” She explained, catching Tilly up on the basics. “We were talking and basically, while we can divert a lot of what the spell does, it still has a fundamental focus on getting me to ‘accept my desires’ or something. So… one thing lead to another and Luke agreed to help me work out some of these urges, get a sense of how they feel in a way that I don’t feel like I’m losing control.” She giggled slightly as she paused, preparing to give Tilly the details she really wanted. “And god, Tilly, Luke can fuck. He can fuck really, really good. It was crazy, I lost track of how many times I came. He even ate me out, Tills, I’ve had guys cry because I asked them to do that. A lot of guys flat out refuse, but Luke, he fucking devoured me. It was so good.” She gushed. Tilly's eyes widened, her jaw slightly ajar. She was both shocked and delighted by Abigail's confession.
“Holy shit, Abz! You did not just say that! I’m like, totally jealous right now. I mean, I knew Luke was hot, but damn girl, I did not think he had that kind of skills.” Tilly gasped, her voice a mix of awe and envy.
Abigail grinned, her cheeks flushing with a combination of pride and embarrassment. “I know, right? I can’t even believe it myself. I mean, if you’d told either of us last week that the guy we’d spent several years teasing and bullying ended up being really hot, kinky, and good at fucking, I would have literally laughed in their face.”
Tilly blushed at Abby’s words, picturing the kind of fun she was describing.
“And Tilly, get this. He was doing all this dirty talk, really getting us both going. And we sort of… talked about what it would be like if you were there. Like, if you could tell what we were doing through the spell and what you might’ve done if you were with us. I don’t know if that’s the sort of thing you’d be into, but I’m pretty sure Luke and I are.” Abigail finished, blushing furiously.
Tilly considered herself to be a proud, sexually liberated young woman. She didn’t really mind that most people just thought she was some kind of bimbo slut, never mind the fact that she is actually quite smart, having one of the best GPAs in the sorority. So when her best friend, who she also happens to have a crush on, proposes a hot three-way with a guy who basically ended up with sex magic, she wasn’t sure if it was physically possible for her to be more ‘into that.’ Tilly’s voice broke through her thoughts, “Wait, hold up, you want to what? Have a threesome with the two of us?” Tilly’s eyes went wide with surprise and intrigue.
“Yeah,” Abigail admitted, feeling a little shy about the topic despite the filthy things she just did with Luke. “I mean, we were just exploring the idea. It’s not like we were serious or anything. It was just…a fantasy.”
Tilly bit her lip, her mind racing with possibilities. She had always been open to new experiences, and the thought of Luke’s cock filling her was sending shivers down her spine. Ever since she’d gotten linked into the spell’s funky sex magic, she’d been fantasizing about him. Which just added to the endless fantasies she had about being with Abby, fucking her best friend and crush.
“I- I would definitely be open to considering that dynamic.” Tilly said, trying her best to play it cool. “But for now, you seriously need to take a shower before anyone sees how completely fucked you look.” She giggled out. “Luke should be here soon to get all set up, and I’m betting you want to look good for your new boy toy, don’t you?” She teased, shooing Abigail off to the bathroom. Abigail laughed, standing up and grabbing her towel more securely around her body. “You’re right. I’ll go clean up. God, I feel like I’ve been through a war.” She chuckled, heading towards the stairs that led to the bathrooms on the ground floor.
As she showered, Abigail couldn’t shake the feeling of exhilaration that coursed through her body. She had never felt so alive, so full of desire, and so completely accepted in her urges. Luke had brought out a side of her that she hadn’t known existed, and she craved more.
Much more. As she stood under the hot spray of water, she found herself replaying their encounter in her mind. His touch, his taste, the way he had spoken to her...She shivered, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her.
She quickly washed herself, not wanting to take too much time and risk missing the party. As she dried off and dressed in a simple but sexy outfit—a low-cut top and a short skirt that showed off her legs—she could feel the spell pulsing, its energy humming through her veins. It was intoxicating, alluring, and she knew that she was in for a wild night. She wasn’t wearing panties, despite the short skirt, just as Luke had ordered. She finished getting ready, applying light makeup and running a brush through her hair, leaving it to cascade down her back in loose waves. She slipped into a pair of heels and glanced at herself in the mirror, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked like a completely different person than the one who had walked into Luke's dorm room earlier that day. She felt like a completely different person, too.
As she made her way back downstairs, she could hear the music and laughter coming from the living room. The party was already in full swing, and Abigail could feel her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.
As she walked into the living room, she was immediately greeted with a chorus of cheers and catcalls from her sorority sisters.
"Look who decided to finally grace us with her presence!" Tilly shouted over the music, already looking a little tipsy. She handed Abigail a red Solo cup filled with a mixture of vodka and cranberry juice. "Here, get this in you. You look like you could use it."
Abigail took the cup and downed half of it in one go, feeling the liquid burn its way down her throat. She grimaced but quickly recovered, taking another sip to chase the taste away.
She spotted Luke across the room, his eyes scanning the crowd before finally landing on her. He grinned, raising his own cup in a silent toast before making his way over to her.
"You look incredible, Abigail," he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear it over the music. "I almost didn't recognize you."
Abigail felt a flush of warmth spread through her at his words. "Thanks," she said, her voice soft. "You don't look so bad yourself."
Luke chuckled, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. “I’m glad. You know, this is my first time at a Greek party. Frats and sororities haven’t ever really been my thing.” He scanned the room and gestured back to the frat brothers who ended up in charge of the door. “I think they definitely knew it, too. They almost didn’t let me in until Tilly saw me.” Luke continued, taking a sip from his cup. The taste of cheap beer was a welcome distraction from his racing thoughts. He was nervous, anxious about the spell and the night ahead. But also, he was excited. This was uncharted territory for him, and he couldn't help but be thrilled about it.
Abigail nodded, her eyes following Tilly as she danced with a few of the other sorority girls. "Yeah, Tilly's been a real lifesaver. She covered for me during my absence earlier, and made sure I got to shower before the party started. I’m glad she was there to get you in.” She giggled lightly as she leaned over to Luke’s ear. “And I talked to her about what we’d discussed in the midst of our… carnal conversation. She didn’t seem opposed to playing with us both, together.” She purred in his ear.
Luke felt a blush come over his face, impressive given the way he’d been completely unphased by getting brutal and kinky with Abigail during sex. He knew Tilly would be into it, being the only other person who knew Tilly had a crush on Abigail.
“That is… ahem, certainly something good to know.” He chucked, his eyes glimmering with lust. “As for tonight’s more pressing matter, where do you think I should be when I activate the spell over the party? It’s pretty satiated from our earlier activities which should work great for this test run.” He winked at her, taking another sip of his beer to hide his nervousness.
“Hmm, maybe near the DJ booth? You’ll be able to observe the partygoers from there without drawing too much attention to yourself. Plus, it’ll be easy to control the spell’s effects throughout the whole party. What do you think?” Abigail suggested, her voice a soft purr in his ear.
Luke nodded, “Yeah, that sounds like a solid plan. But before we get into all that, care to dance?” he asked, setting his drink down on a nearby table.
Abigail smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor. As they wove through the crowd, she could feel the energy of the party pulsing around her, the combination of loud music, flashing lights, and the hum of the spell making her feel even more alive.
As they reached the dance floor, Luke pulled Abigail close, his arms wrapping around her waist as they moved to the rhythm of the music. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, his breath warm on her neck. She closed her eyes, letting the music and the sensation of his body against hers carry her away.
“Mhm, I could get used to this sort of thing. I didn’t think I liked parties but there’s something about being in the middle of a dance floor, holding the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen in my arms that I am certainly finding an appeal in.” Luke murmured into her ear, holding her body close to his. Abigail could feel his words sending shivers down her spine, the vibrations of his voice resonating through her. She pressed herself closer to him, her hands roaming over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.
The music switched to a slower, more sensual beat, and Luke took the opportunity to grind against Abigail, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm against hers. She gasped softly, her breath hitching in her chest as she felt his growing erection press against her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You feel so good, Abigail.
I want to take you right here, in front of everyone."
Abigail's breath hitched, her body flushing with heat at the thought. She turned her head to face him, her eyes dark with desire. "We can't," she whispered back, her voice thick with lust. "But I want you to. I want you to fuck me so hard, Luke."
His eyes darkened as he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fiery intensity. She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. They continued to dance, their bodies pressed tightly together, their movements slow and sensual.
Luke's hands roamed over Abigail's body, exploring every curve and contour as if he was committing it to memory. She could feel his desire growing, pressing against her, and it sent waves of heat coursing through her own body. She could feel the spell pulsing, its energy intertwined with their own, amplifying their desires and making it nearly impossible to resist each other.
As they danced, Abigail couldn't help but notice Tilly watching them from across the room. She was leaning against the wall, her eyes locked onto them, a mixture of surprise and intrigue on her face. Abigail met her gaze, a small smile playing on her lips.
She knew Tilly was watching them, and the thought of her friend's desire only served to fuel her own. She leaned into Luke, her hips moving in time with the slow, sensual beat of the music. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her. She wanted him, needed him, right here, right now.
But she knew they couldn't. Not here. Not with the entire sorority watching.
She pulled back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "We can't," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not here. But soon. I promise."
Luke nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ll certainly hold you to that promise.” He agreed, his voice a husky rumble. He felt the spell’s energy coil up inside of him in response to their arousal so he figured it was as good a time as any to spread it out over the party, ensuring everyone would enjoy themselves. He imagined the spell as a net and himself as a fisherman as he cast the spell over the space.
It would keep everyone in its grasp content and happy, but always within his control. He could direct it, steer it, and most importantly, he could release it. But for now, he let it hum, a low, steady undercurrent that pulsed through the party, amplifying the joy, the laughter, the sheer abandon.
Abigail watched as the party seemed to transform before her eyes. People who had been standing on the outskirts, looking bored or worse, were now dancing, laughing, chatting excitedly. The music seemed louder, the lights brighter, the whole atmosphere charged with an electric energy that was impossible to ignore.
Abigail looked around, a sense of wonder and exhilaration filling her. She could feel the spell’s influence rippling through the crowd, touching everyone, lifting their spirits, and heightening their senses. She watched as her sorority sisters danced with more abandon, their smiles wider, their laughter more infectious. Even the frat brothers who had been invited seemed more jovial, their usual macho posturing replaced with a genuine camaraderie.
Tilly, who had been gazing at Abigail and Luke with a mix of curiosity and arousal, now found herself pulled into a lively dance with a group of girls she barely knew.
She laughed and spun, her body moving freely and joyfully with the music. She felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of euphoria that she couldn't quite explain. She looked over at Abigail and Luke, who were now seated on a nearby couch, their bodies pressed close together as they watched the party unfold. Tilly gave them a playful wink, feeling a thrill of anticipation for what the night might bring.
Luke leaned into Abigail, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke softly. "It's working. The spell is spreading through the party, touching everyone.
It's like a warm, golden wave, making people feel good, loose, and open to new experiences. Abigail can see it in the way her friends are laughing, dancing, and flirting more freely than ever before. She catches Tilly's eye from across the room, and they share a secret smile. They both know what's happening, and they both know what's to come.
Luke leans in closer to Abigail, his voice low so only she can hear. "It's working better than I expected. I can feel the hum in the air but it’s so overwhelming me. Like I’m still the one holding the reins but it’s not trying to fight against me at all. It’s happy and content, just like all of your partygoers.” He murmured into her ear. “I can tell Tilly is having fun with it. It’s nice to watch her, she’s such a beautiful woman. You two make quite the pair. I consider myself lucky to have found myself involved, despite the preceding circumstances.” He chuckled low, his voice vibrating through his chest.
"She is beautiful, isn't she? And you're right, you are quite lucky to be involved with both of us. I couldn't have asked for better company, or a more... exhilarating introduction to the world of magic." Abigail smiled, resting her head on his chest. "Not many guys get the chance to be with two hot girls at the same time, certainly ones like Tilly and I.”
Luke laughed softly, his fingers absently playing with a strand of her hair. “Maybe I’ll put that on my resume; ‘extremely lucky in situations involving unintentional sex magic.’ I think it would really make me stand out as a candidate.” He joked. “But seriously, Tilly is a great girl and I know she’s been there for you more than once. Hell, I’d probably be in a lot more trouble without you two if she wasn’t here to cover for me.”
Abigail nodded in agreement, her eyes tracing the path of Tilly as she danced in the middle of a circle of laughing sorority sisters. “Yeah, she’s been a lifesaver. I don’t know what I’d do without her. And she’s right, we should take advantage of this spell and let loose a little.
What do you say, let’s find Tilly and see where the night takes us?” Abigail suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Luke grinned, intrigued by the idea. “Sounds like a plan. But first, let’s get you another drink. The night is still young, and I have a feeling things are only going to get more interesting.”
He stood up and held out his hand to Abigail, helping her up from the couch. They made their way over to the makeshift bar setup in the kitchen, where a few guys from the frat were mixing drinks.
Luke flagged down one of the guys, a lanky dude with a backwards cap and a frat tank top.
"Hey, man, could I get two more of whatever she's having?" Luke asked, nodding towards Abigail.
The guy nodded and got to work, pouring vodka and cranberry juice into two red Solo cups. He handed them over to Luke, who passed one to Abigail.
"Cheers," he said, clinking his cup against hers.
Abigail took a sip, her eyes scanning the crowd for Tilly.
She spotted her near the backyard, talking to a group of girls from another sorority. She nudged Luke and nodded in Tilly's direction. "Come on, let's go join them."
They made their way through the crowd, Luke's hand pressed against the small of Abigail's back, guiding her. As they stepped out into the backyard, the cool night air hit them, a welcome relief from the heat of the party inside.
Tilly saw them approaching and waved them over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Hey you two!! I’m like, so glad that everything seems to going well with your little… ambience experiment. Looks to me as though everyone is totally having a great time.” Tilly giggled happily, clearly a bit tipsy. "Yeah, everyone is definitely feeling the love tonight! Look at all these people just let loose and having fun." She gestured around them, where people were laughing, dancing, and even making out under the stars.
Abigail smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I have to admit, this is turning out better than I expected. Luke really knows what he's doing with this magic stuff."
Luke chuckled, leaning against a tree and taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I did have an excellent incentive," he said, his eyes flicking to Abigail. "But I have to give it to you two, you've been great sports about this whole thing. It's been... exhilarating, to say the least."
Tilly giggled, her eyes dancing between the two of them. "Yeah, you two have definitely been making the best of it. I'm so excited to see where this goes. I mean, the whole 'spell' thing was a total fluke and a major nightmare at first but now I'm kind of hoping it sticks around a little longer. Just to see where it takes us."
Abigail smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty energetic. I’m in the mood to head up to Tilly and I’s apartment space in the house and see if we can’t… use up some of that energy.” She suggested cheekily.
“What do you two say?”
Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at Tilly, who was already nodding enthusiastically. He shrugged and grinned. Let’s go.”
Tilly squealed and linked arms with both of them, leading the way to the house. They made their way through the crowd, the spell’s influence making everyone around them more friendly and open, with hugs and high-fives freely given.
As they entered the sorority house, Tilly led them up the stairs to their apartment space on the second floor.
The place was brightly lit, the scent of vanilla candles filled the air, and a cozy atmosphere welcomed them in. The apartment was a mirror image of Tilly's bubbly personality, filled with colorful decorations, plush throw pillows, and framed photos of her and Abigail from their sorority events.
Tilly flopped down on the oversized sectional couch, patting the space between her and Abigail for Luke to sit. "Make yourselves comfortable, Lukey," she instructed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Luke sat down, positioning himself directly between the two women. Abigail smirked, taking a sip of her drink as she watched Tilly settle in beside her.
"So, what's the plan?" Tilly asked, her voice eager with anticipation. "I mean, we're all here, we're all... willing. How do we even start something like this?"
Abigail set her cup down on the coffee table and turned to face Tilly, her expression serious. "Well, I think we should start by setting some ground rules. First and foremost, consent is key. No one does anything they're not comfortable with. Luke and I agreed on ‘red’ as our safe word if that works for you?” Abigail suggested to Tilly.
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with excitement and a little bit of nervousness. “Yeah, red works for me. And I think we should maybe keep a few other ground rules in mind too. Like, no judgments, no matter what we do or say. And no matter what happens here, we keep it between us. We don’t want anyone else getting hurt or involved in this mess.”
Abigail and Luke both agreed to her suggestions.
“Alright, so with all that out of the way, how do we want to start this?” Luke asked. “And are we all cool with it getting kinky? Because I am quite eager to see more of the things that make you both go wild.” Luke murmured as he ran a hand through the hair of the beautiful woman sitting on either side of him. “I mean, let's face it, we’re all horny, we’re all turned on by each other. So why don’t we just get to it?”
Tilly, her breath already coming in short gasps, nodded eagerly. “Fuck yes, I’m so ready.”
Abigail’s eyes were dark with lust as she looked at the two of them. “I want to see you kiss,” she directed, her voice a low purr. “I want to watch you two make out while I touch myself.”
Luke’s cock twitched at the thought, and he leaned in, capturing Tilly’s mouth with his own.
He kissed her slow and deep, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hand reached up to cup her breast through her thin shirt. Tilly moaned into the kiss, her body arching towards him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Abigail watched them, her eyes dark with desire as she slipped a hand into her short skirt and began to touch herself. She could feel the spell humming through her, its energy amplifying her arousal and making every touch feel electric. She rubbed her clit, delighted to be reminded she’d been banned from panties for the weekend, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Luke and Tilly make out.
The sight of them together was intoxicating, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second. She ran a finger through her slick folds before pushing it inside herself. She let out a soft moan, her eyes never leaving the couple in front of her.
Luke pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked over at Abigail, his eyes dark with desire. "Come here," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to join us. But on your knees.”
Abigail obeyed, lowering herself to the floor with a small whimper of need. Luke reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair as he guided her towards his cock, straining against his jeans. Tilly watched, her eyes wide with anticipation as Abigail unbuttoned Luke's fly, her hand reaching in to grasp his length.
She stroked him, her eyes locked with Tilly's as she licked her lips in anticipation. "You want a taste?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Tilly nodded eagerly, her body pressed against Luke's as she watched Abigail begin to stroke him.
"Fuck yes, I want a taste," she breathed, her voice husky with desire.
Abigail looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she guided Luke's cock towards Tilly's mouth. Tilly leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from the tip, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Mmm, you taste so good, Luke," she murmured, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
Abigail watched, her own arousal growing as she saw Tilly's lips stretch around Luke's shaft.
She could see the pleasure on both of their faces, could feel it radiating from them like heat. She continued to stroke him, her hand moving in time with Tilly's mouth, their rhythm syncing up perfectly.
"Fuck, that feels good," Luke groaned, his head falling back against the couch. Abigail could see the muscles in his thighs tense as Tilly took him deeper, her throat working around him.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. "You like that, don't you? You like having Tilly's lips around your cock."
Luke nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck yes, I feel incredible. I've wanted this for so long, the two of you together. It's even better than I imagined."
Abigail could feel the spell pulsing, the energy coursing through her veins, making every touch, every taste more intense. She wasn't just enjoying this, she was fucking reveling in it. She watched as Tilly's head bobbed up and down, taking Luke deeper into her throat with each pass. She could see the way Luke's cock, glistening with saliva, disappeared between Tilly's lips.
She leaned down, her tongue tracing the length of him, meeting Tilly at the base. They shared a look, their eyes locked as they began to work together, their tongues and mouths moving in sync.
Abigail moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through Luke. He watched, his breath coming in short gasps, as the two women pleasured him. His cock throbbed in their mouths, the sensation too much, yet not enough.
"Fuck, that's so hot," he groaned, his voice raw with desire. "Come up here, Abigail.
I want to taste you while Tilly takes care of you," Luke directed, his voice thick with lust. He patted the space on the couch next to him, signaling for Abigail to join him.
Abigail eagerly climbed onto the couch, positioning herself next to Luke and straddling Tilly's face. She could feel the spell's energy pulsing through her, heightening every sensation, making every touch electric. She looked down at Tilly, her eyes dark with desire as she ground her pussy against Tilly's mouth.
"Fuck, that feels good," she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
She could feel Tilly's tongue exploring her, licking and sucking on her clit, her lips and teeth grazing against her sensitive flesh. She felt lost in the sensation, her body arching and grinding against Tilly's face as she chased her pleasure.
Luke watched, his cock throbbing in his hand, the sight of Abigail and Tilly together driving him wild. He could see the pleasure on both of their faces, could feel it radiating from them like heat. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the length of Abigail's jaw, nibbling along her neck. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top before slipping underneath to pinch her nipples, making her gasp. She looked down at him, her eyes wild with desire as she continued to grind against Tilly's face.
"Fuck, Luke, that feels so good," she moaned, her hips moving faster, chasing the pleasure that was building within her.
Luke chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Abigail's spine. You like having Tilly's tongue on your cunt while I play with your tits.
You like feeling both of us worshipping your body, don't you, Abigail?” Luke whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Abigail moaned in response, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Tilly’s tongue flicked against her clit.
“Fuck yes, Luke. I love it. I fucking love it,” she panted, her hips moving in time with Tilly’s mouth, chasing the pleasure that was building within her.
Luke’s cock was throbbing in between them, aching with need. He could feel the heat of Abigail’s body against his, the softness of her breasts in his palms.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching them lightly and watching as her back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips. He could feel the wetness of her pussy against his thigh, her juices coating his skin as she ground against Tilly’s face.
"Fuck, you're so wet, Abigail," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel it, dripping onto my fucking leg. You want more, don't you? So tell me, darling, what do you crave right now? The filth or the fuck?” Luke asked, his breath hot against her neck.
Abigail’s hips stuttered, her body trembling with need. “Fuck, Luke. I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you fucking me, filling me up,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire.
Luke didn't hesitate, his hands tightening on her hips as he lifted her up and positioned her over his cock. She moaned as the head of him pressed against her entrance, her body already slick and ready for him. He lowered her down slowly, hissing through his teeth as he felt her tight heat envelop him.
Abigail moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she took him in, inch by agonizing inch. She could feel every ridge, every vein as he filled her completely. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with lust and need.
"Fuck, Luke. You feel so good inside me," she moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips grinding against his.
Tilly, who had been watching the entire exchange with wide-eyed awe, felt a flush of excitement and jealousy. She wanted to be a part of this, to feel the same pleasure that Abigail was experiencing.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in Abigail's hair, pulling her head down for a kiss. Abigail was taken by surprise, but she quickly recovered, her lips meeting Tilly's in a passionate, messy kiss. Abigail could taste herself on Tilly’s lips, the flavor mingling with the scent of vanilla candles that filled the room.
Luke groaned beneath them, his cock throbbing inside Abigail as she ground down on him. He could feel the spell's energy pulsing through him, heightening every sensation, making every touch electric.
“Tilly, why don’t you help Abigail out of the rest of her clothes? You’ll find she forwent panties tonight at my request that she always be wet and ready. Then, once she’s stripped, I want to see your body too.” Luke moaned out, directing the flow of their encounter. He was feeling the magic of the spell making him so fucking horny, he could barely stand it. He felt like his cock was going to explode at any moment.
Tilly giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she quickly undid the buttons of Abigail's blouse, revealing her tits. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the outline of Abigail's nipple through the lace of her bra. Abigail gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily, causing Luke to groan beneath her.
She felt Tilly's fingers unhook her bra, freeing her breasts and sending a shiver down her spine. Tilly's hands cupped her, her thumbs brushing against her nipples, making Abigail moan again.
"Fuck, that feels good," she whispered, her eyes locked with Tilly's.
Tilly smiled, her fingers pinching and rolling Abigail's nipples, making her hips stutter with each tug. "You like that, don't you, Abz? You like having both of us touch you, play with you."
Abigail nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Yes, fuck, I love it. I love you both touching me, playing with me.”
Tilly’s hands moved down to Abigail’s skirt, her fingers quickly unbuttoning and sliding it off her hips. Abigail lifted herself up just enough for Tilly to pull it off, leaving her completely naked on top of Luke.
Tilly leaned back, her eyes roaming over Abigail’s body, admiring her curves and her toned muscles. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Abigail. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”
Abigail grinned, her hips moving slowly, grinding against Luke’s cock. “Really, Tills? You’ve been wanting this? And you’re not just saying that to make me feel special, right?” Abigail moaned out.
“Have you, Tilly? You’ve been secretly pining over me this whole time, dreaming about this very moment where we’re both naked and you’re watching me ride a cock?” She asked, her eyes locked onto Tilly’s as she ground herself against Luke, making him groan underneath her.
Tilly’s face flushed a deep crimson, but she held Abigail’s gaze steadily. “God yes, Abz. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve imagined it a thousand times, you and me together, you fucking me, me fucking you, now, both of us together with Luke.
We’re finally here, and it’s even better than I’d dreamed.” Tilly whispered, her eyes locked with Abigail’s.
Abigail felt a shiver run through her body at Tilly’s words. She loved the way Tilly looked at her, loved the way she sounded when she talked about them being together. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Tilly’s as she spoke.
“I want to see you too, Tilly. I want to see you naked, I want to touch you, taste you.
I want to feel your skin beneath my fingers, your body against mine." Abigail growled, her hips continuing to move against Luke as she spoke.
Tilly's breath hitched at Abigail's words, her own body aching with desire. She quickly stood up, her hands going to the hem of her dress, sliding it up and over her head before tossing it aside. She was now completely naked, her body on full display for Abigail and Luke to see.
Abigail's eyes roamed over Tilly's body, taking in every curve, every line.
She was a beautiful woman, and Abigail couldn't believe that she had never noticed before. She felt a flush of heat creeping up her own body, her breasts growing heavy with desire.
"Fuck, Tilly, you're perfect," Abigail breathed, her eyes taking in every inch of Tilly's nearly naked body.
Luke let out a low growl underneath her, his hands tightening on Abigail's hips.
"Fuck, you two are driving me crazy. I want to see you both together," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
Tilly, emboldened by Abigail's words, climbed onto the couch, positioning herself between Luke's legs. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the length of him, tasting Abigail's juices that coated his cock. She smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You want to see us together, Luke?
You want to watch us make each other come?" Abigail purred, her eyes locked onto Tilly's as she leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick a path along Tilly's collarbone.
Tilly moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in Abigail's hair. "Fuck yes, I do. I want to taste you, Abz. I want to feel you come against my tongue."
Luke groaned beneath them, his cock throbbing at the sight of the two women so eagerly exploring each other.
"Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, his hands tightening on Abigail's hips, urging her to grind harder against him.
Abigail let out a soft laugh, her breath hot against Tilly's skin. You like seeing us together, touching each other." She trailed her lips down Tilly's neck, her tongue flicking against her pulse point.
Tilly's breath hitched, her body arching into Abigail's touch. "Yes," she whimpered. "I fucking love it. I love seeing you like this, so eager, so fucking hot.”
“Fuck, that whimper, Tilly. You’re so eager.” Luke groaned, his dick twitching inside of Abigail. “Abigail, I want to see you tease Tilly. To stroke and tantalize her into a pathetic puddle of a woman, desperate for the one touch that pushes her over the edge.” Luke growled, low and lusty. "That's it, Abigail. Tease her, make her beg for it. I want to watch you break her down, make her desperate for your touch."
Abigail's lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned her attention back to Tilly. She began to kiss her way down Tilly's body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She stopped at Tilly's breasts, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive nipples, making Tilly gasp and arch her back.
Abigail grinned, her eyes locked onto Tilly's as she trailed her way lower, her tongue dipping into Tilly's navel before continuing down to her pussy.
She could see Tilly's clit, swollen and glistening with arousal, and she couldn't wait to taste it. She licked a path up Tilly's inner thigh, her breath hot against her flesh. Tilly moaned, her hips bucking, desperate for Abigail's touch.
Abigail chuckled, the sound low and filthy. "You're so wet, Tilly. So fucking needy.
You want it, don't you, Tilly? You want my tongue on your clit, you want me to make you come." Abigail whispered, her voice a low purr as she finally took Tilly's clit into her mouth, flicking her tongue against it.
Tilly cried out, her back arching as she felt the pleasure. "Yes! Fuck yes, Abigail! Please, don't stop! Right there, just like that!" She panted, her hands tangling in Abigail's hair, urging her on.
Abigail obliged, her tongue working in earnest, licking and sucking on Tilly's clit, her fingers probing her wet heat. She could feel Tilly's muscles tensing, her body on the brink of release. She knew exactly how to push her over the edge. She slipped two fingers inside Tilly, curling them upwards, hitting her G-spot.
Tilly let out a scream of pleasure, her hips bucking wildly as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Abigail felt the surge of wetness against her tongue, the taste of Tilly's release coating her mouth.
She lapped at her, her tongue moving in slow, languid strokes as she drew out every last drop of her friend's orgasm.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Tilly gasped, her body still trembling from the force of her climax. She looked down at Abigail, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "Your turn, Abz. I want to taste you too."
Abigail smiled, her eyes dark with lust. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, her voice husky with need.
She climbed off Luke, who groaned in protest at the loss of her warmth.
She turned to face Tilly, who looked at her with a mix of anticipation and lust.
"Come here," Abigail said, beckoning Tilly over to the couch.
Tilly didn't hesitate, climbing onto the couch and kneeling between Abigail's legs. She looked up at her, the desire clear in her eyes.
"I want to taste you," Tilly said, her voice low and husky.
She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick Abigail's clit. Abigail moaned, her back arching as she felt the pleasure wash over her.
“Fuck, Tilly, that feels so good.” She looked down at her friend, her eyes hazy with desire. “You’re so fucking talented with that tongue of yours.”
Tilly smirked up at her, her tongue swirling around Abigail’s clit before she sucked it into her mouth. “I aim to please, Abz. And right now, I want to please every inch of you.”
Abigail let out a low groan, her body beginning to tremble with need. She could feel the spell’s energy pulsing through her, amplifying every sensation, making every touch electric.
She was already so wet, the feel of Tilly’s tongue on her clit was enough to make her see stars. She looked down at her friend, her eyes locked onto Tilly’s as her hips moved in time with her tongue.
“That’s it, Tilly. Right there. Don’t stop,” she panted, her hips moving faster, chasing the pleasure that was building within her.
Luke watched, his cock throbbing as he saw the two women together. He wanted to be part of it, wanted to feel Abigail’s wetness against his lips as he felt Tilly’s tongue against his own.
He moved to join them, kneeling behind Tilly and positioning himself so that his cock was right at the entrance of her pussy. He slowly slid inside her, groaning at the tight, wet heat of her. Tilly moaned around Abigail’s clit, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Luke growled, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, Tilly.
Fuck, you feel incredible,” Luke groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked her from behind. He could feel the spell's energy pulsing through him, making every touch, every movement more intense.
Tilly moaned around Abigail's clit, the sound muffled against her flesh. She could feel Luke's cock stretching her, filling her completely. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way his hips moved against her, the way his hands gripped her tightly. She ground back against him, her body moving in time with his, her own pleasure building with each thrust.
As he fucked Tilly, she could feel her friend's body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps as she devoured Abigail's pussy.
"Fuck, you're so good at that, Tilly," Abigail moaned, her hands gripping the couch cushions as she rode Tilly's face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to feel your tongue on me. You're fucking incredible."
Tilly hummed in agreement, her lips and tongue working in tandem to bring Abigail to the edge.
She felt Luke's cock pounding into her from behind, the sensation of his length filling her completely, combined with the taste of Abigail's sweet arousal, sent her spiraling towards her second orgasm.
"Oh fuck, yes, Luke. Faster, deeper," Tilly pleaded, her voice muffled against Abigail's wet pussy.
Luke complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his hips slapping against Tilly's ass with each powerful drive. He could feel the spell amplifying his pleasure, making every sensation more intense, more electric.
He could feel the warmth of Tilly's cunt around him, her tightness clamping down on him as he thrust into her, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Fuck, Tilly, you're so fucking tight. I'm not going to last much longer," Luke groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her.
Abigail could feel Tilly's tongue working her clit, could feel the vibrations of her moans against her flesh. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in her belly, ready to explode.
"Fuck, Tilly. Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm so close. I need to come. Make me come, Tilly."
Tilly doubled down on her efforts, her tongue lashing at Abigail's clit, her fingers sliding inside her, curling upwards to hit her G-spot. Abigail cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. She came hard, her juices flowing into Tilly's mouth, her body shaking with the force of her release.
Luke felt Tilly's cunt clench around his cock as Abigail came, her own orgasm triggering Tilly's, and he groaned as he felt her muscles tighten around him.
"Fuck, Tilly, Abigail," he groaned, his fingers digging into Tilly's hips as he thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his load.
Tilly moaned, her tongue still moving against Abigail's clit, her own body wracked with pleasure as Luke came inside her.
She could feel his cock throbbing, his cum filling her, and it sent her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing through her. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release, her tongue still lapping at Abigail's pussy.
Abigail gasped, her body still trembling from her own orgasm, as she watched Tilly come undone. She could feel the warmth of her friend's mouth against her, the vibrations of her cries of pleasure sending aftershocks through her own body. She looked down at Tilly, her eyes filled with lust and love.
"God, you're beautiful when you come, Tills." Abigail whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled Tilly up, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. "You okay?" She asked, her voice a low murmur against Tilly's mouth.
Tilly nodded, her eyes dreamy and satisfied. "Fuck, Abz. That was... incredible. I never knew it could be like that. Never knew it could feel like that." She breathed, her body still trembling slightly.
"I don't think I've ever come that hard before."
Luke grinned, pulling out of Tilly and collapsing onto the couch beside them. "I'm glad you both enjoyed it. I know I did."
Abigail looked at Luke, her eyes dark with lust and love. "I could definitely go for round two. Or three. Or four." She laughed, her fingers tracing patterns on Tilly's skin. "I want to feel you inside me again, Luke. I want to feel both of you."
Tilly's eyes widened, her body still slick with sweat and cum. "Both of us?
Fuck, Abigail, you're insatiable." Luke groaned, his voice thick with lust.
Abigail smirked, her eyes gleaming as she climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist. "You're damn right I am," she purred, reaching down to grasp his still-hard cock in her hand. She rubbed the tip of him against her wetness, coating him in her juices before slowly sliding down onto him, inch by inch.
Tilly watched, her eyes drinking in the sight of Abigail's naked body, her tits bouncing as she rode Luke's cock.
Tilly couldn't believe what she was seeing, couldn't believe what she had become a part of. But she didn't want to stop. She wanted more, wanted to feel Abigail and Luke inside her, filling her up.
"Fuck, that feels so good," Abigail moaned, her hips moving in time with Luke's thrusts. She reached behind her, her fingers finding Tilly's, guiding them to her ass. "Fuck me here, Tilly," she said, her voice low and husky.
Tilly didn't need any further encouragement.
She quickly moved behind Abigail, her fingers tracing the line of her spine before dipping between her cheeks, tracing the puckered entrance to her ass. She could feel the heat of Abigail's body, the slickness of her juices coating her fingers. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Abigail's shoulder as she whispered in her ear.
"You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you here while you ride Luke's cock?" Tilly's voice was low and husky, filled with desire.
Abigail nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she continued to move on top of Luke.
"Fuck yes, Tilly. I want that. I want you to fuck my ass while I ride Luke's cock."
Tilly chuckled low, her voice thick with desire. "You're a filthy, dirty little slut, aren't you, Abigail?" She whispered, her fingers rubbing slick juices from Abigail's pussy onto her tight ass. "You want to be filled up by both of us, don't you?"
Abigail moaned, her hips stuttering as Tilly's fingers probed her ass. "Fuck yes, Tilly. I want it.
I want you to fuck my ass while I ride Luke's cock," Abigail pleaded, her voice a low moan as Tilly's fingers probed her tight hole.
Tilly groaned, her own arousal growing as she felt the tight ring of muscle give way to her persistence. She spat on her hand, rubbing the saliva onto her fingers before pressing one against Abigail's entrance once more.
"Fuck, that's tight," Tilly breathed, her eyes locked onto the sight of her finger disappearing into Abigail's ass.
"Jesus, you two are so fucking hot," Luke said, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched Tilly work her finger in and out of Abigail's ass. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, the inner walls gripping him with each thrust, her orgasm just on the edge.
"God, yes, just like that, Tilly," Abigail moaned, her body shuddering as she felt Tilly's finger slip inside her. "That feels so fucking good."
Tilly wiggled her finger, feeling the tight ring of muscle gripping her.
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