II

Nobody wanted to speak about it. Nobody was interested in witchcraft.

Nobody cared about it. He saw a few witches getting burned at the stake.

The first window was opened, he looked inside. The other woman was completely naked and waited for the girl to undress. It didn't take long.

He could see everything and above else he was more than interested in them. Deep down inside he knew what was about to happen. The woman moved closer. The girl's face was blushing.

"We have gone this before, it's not your first time," the woman said breaking the silence.

"I know," the girl replied. She wanted this.

"Then, it's time."

The woman kissed her. The kiss rested for a while. The atmosphere of room changed. Their bodies united, were as one.

The girl raised her head to look at her. Deep was their passion hidden in the blue and green seas of their eyes. It stirred something in them, a heat that started between their legs. Their hearts began to flutter. Their breaths stopped in their throats. The heath of desire was visible in their eyes. John was more than hard. If he continues to watch, his fine leather trousers will explode. Even still he continued to watch.

In wanton need, in rugged whispers, they spoke something, he couldn't hear them.

But he knew that the words were urgent. The woman was panting, a thin layer of sweat shinned on her skin, her own arousal began to take hold. A visible wetness appeared between their legs.

They kissed again. This time it was a tender and gentle kiss. He could feel the softness of their lips, the sensation, the aroma. He's sex was hardened and swelled.

It just started. Their essence was the next thing to be taken.

They gave themselves over to wild ambition. They lay on the bed close to each other. They kissed and licked each other often, exploring every bit of their bodies. Something intrigued him more - her skin smooth was like porcelain, long shapely legs. Their thighs creamy and soft. His gaze stopped between their legs.

They were parted now. Another tender kiss followed.

The girl continued her journey down the woman's torso until she reached her full breasts. They were more than hard.

The girl yearned to taste them and took the left breasts in her mouth. The woman shuttered and withered beneath her. John looked at the nearest clock tower, he had a few more minutes before he had to leave them to their pleasure. It was a shame that he had to leave. There was nothing that he could do. A man went down the street, John turned, pretending that he was doing something else. He waited until the man left, only then did he return to watch.

The girl continued down, exploring every inch with her tongue.

The woman looked down to see the girl's amber hair between her thighs, poised just above her throbbing honey pot. The girl looked up with a devilish glint in her eye.

The girl plunged her tongue as deep within the woman as she could. Her head bobbed up and down as her tongue thrust in and out of overflowing center. The woman shrieks. The girl continued to lick the soft velvet flesh of her inner lips.

Two fingers slowly entered her, the woman placed her hand on the girl's head. The girl moved her mouth to the swollen clit at the apex of the woman's sex.

The woman buckled hard against the girl's mouth and her body spasmed as a torrent of pleasure exploded from the swollen nub of her clit. The woman knew it was the girl's time for release.

Her mouth came to rest just above the girl's heated sex. The woman blew her breath across the girl's steaming center and her hips undulated up to meet the sensation. At the girl's urging hips, the woman began to lick the girl with gusto. Another muffled moan vibrated into the woman's mouth.

The woman's tongue explored the girl's velvety soft folds, as she nibbled and sucked on her taut lips.

The girl dug her nails into the creamy flesh of the woman's buttocks leaving hot red marks on the smooth porcelain skin. The room echoed with the girl's screams of ecstasy as she rode the waves of her orgasm.