Part 11 of The Witching Hour

\'I got the couch.\' Will lost his shirt and pants, and ambled to the bathroom to get washed up. It had been a long day. The splash of water refreshed him somewhat, and clean teeth were always a small pleasure. He emerged from the bathroom, hoping to spend a few minutes with the manual before going to sleep.

Becca was standing outside the bathroom door in nothing but bra and panties.

\'Shit. I thought you were finished in there. Sorry.\' She brushed slowly past him into the bathroom. His hand fell to her ass and, turning quickly, Becca caught it and cupped it to her pussy. She gasped, not in surprise. She\'d planned this interception to give her fresh images for furious masturbating tonight. The moment his hand found her warmth, she went weak and her mouth became dry.

Will\'s fingers probed the thin material, feeling the warm flesh of her outer lips with the beautiful division between. She was gasping quietly into his shoulder. Her hands went to his shorts, tugging them down, freeing his cock, which was claimed by smooth, searching, pleasing hands.

Their tongues met. For a few seconds, Becca wondered if she should just pull down her panties and let Will do whatever he wanted. Propriety and desire collided. Fuck it. Thumbs under the waistband, she smoothed his hand away from its comfortable position between her legs, and revealed herself to him completely, kicking her panties away and pulling him close, one hand on his back, and other stroking his rock-hard penis. He pushed against her, sucking her lips and tongue, her hand lost in the grinding of his cock against her belly. It was so close. And hot.

Leaning back against the doorframe, Becca parted her legs a little and smiled at him. Will fell at once to his knees and cupped Becca\'s pretty bottom in both hands. Her pussy, fresh and shaved, waited for him.

He would make her wait. Small kisses dotted her inner thighs, her belly, the shaved area above her pubis, her hips. Will drew patterns in saliva across her skin, each ending half an inch from her clitoris. Her hips moved, almost of their own accord, catching any attempt to bring her clit into contact with his mouth. She leaned back further, affording him every access. Her pink lips glistened. She was open for him.

Will\'s tongue entered her vagina with a deep, loving thrust. Becca fell forward, face etched in amazement and delight, leaning on Will, as he tongue-fucked her beautiful pussy. Long tongue strokes across her clit brought her to her first orgasm. A finger between her lips and firm sucking on her clit gave her second. A hypnotic circling motion with his fingers, with occasional probings from his tiring tongue, brought a third crisis. He loved to watch her tummy muscles tense as she came. Her scent and taste were heavenly, and were becoming only stronger. As was his erection.

He stood, cradling the semi-shattered Becca, and guiding her to the bedroom. Will had been in here only once before, to sneak a peak of her changing, which had resulted in a fabulous orgasm into his own hands. Now he was laying her on the double bed, climbing on top of her, kissing her.

Becca\'s pussy was a river. She\'d never known herself so wet. Laying beneath him as he kissed and fondled her, she made sure her legs were wide for her lover. His warm, iron-hard cock was rubbing her inner thigh as they played, approaching her pussy with a sole desire. Will leaned on one elbow, kissed Becca tenderly, and placed his manhood against her pussy. Her wetness was complete. He pushed forward.

Will\'s cock experienced Becca\'s inner lips for the first time. He could feel her open, accept him, welcome him inside her. They kissed. Will\'s eyed beamed with love as he slipped inside Becca\'s body. She was gasping, more and more. Her pussy tightened.

Suddenly, she backed off.

\'Will.\' she gasped. \'I can\'t.\' She wriggled out from under him, jumped out of bed and fled to the bathroom.

Three hours later, Will accepted defeat and took his place on the sofa.

Becca cried all night, alone.



Breakfast was awkward. Something strange had happened, something they hadn\'t predicted. Will had never known such confusion. She was sullen, quiet, withdrawn. This wasn\'t right.

\'Do you want cereal?\' he asked, tone kept cheerful. Might as well try.

\'No.\'

Shit. \'How about some eggs?\'

\'I\'m not hungry\'.

It continued. Negative responses. One-word answers. Staring at the floor.

Fuck this.

Will stealthily took the manual to the bathroom and read a page he\'d often wondered about. There was a simple spell which forces the victim to divulge their current feelings in great detail. The manual advised that it would be particularly useful during torture, to avoid physical damage to the victim, or in business transactions. What\'s more, the victim would have little or no knowledge of the period during which they spoke the truth. Nice twist, Will thought.

Will had always hated the silent treatment. He memorised the spell, practised the incantation without his wand, and considered himself ready.

Becca was still on the sofa, feet mingling absent-mindedly, staring down. Will sat by her, put an arm round her. She was stiff, like a waxwork, to his touch. Time to get to the bottom of this.

\'Realtokis!\'

Becca blinked for a second, her face taking on a strange expression, as if her brain had just switched off without warning. She began to speak, her voice oddly monotonal.

\'You want to fuck me, and I want it to, but I\'m terrified of sex. I want it, but I hate it. I\'m wrestling with monstrous hormones and incredible lust for you. But you need to know something. When I was 15 my father got drunk and raped me. He hit me first, then pulled all my clothes off, licked and bit me all over, and forcefully deflowered me on my bedroom floor. Mom was away at a conference and Marco had left home. He fucked me so hard for a few minutes and then came really deep in my pussy. It hurt like hell and I spent the next weeks in dread of being pregnant. He made me promise never to tell anyone, and up to today I\'ve kept my promise. He said he\'d come to my room and make me his little bitch every night until I left home. When Grandma died, and I got all the money, I moved away as fast as I could\'.

Will was silent. And coursing with a growing, red anger.

\'Do you hate him?\'

Becca looked him straight in the eye. \'I want him dead.\'



Will had treated them both to first class seats, even though the flight was short. Towards the end of the spell, Becca had simply stopped talking, but not before divulging exactly what she\'d like Will to do to her in bed. It had been a strain not to grab his cock and take it for a ride. Then they had both slept, quickly packed in the morning and taken a cab to the airport.

Becca, naturally, had no recollection of having said anything out of place. She felt slightly odd on waking up, like she\'d had a beer too many. But, today was the chance for a glass of champagne, an in-flight movie, and some high-altitude flirting with Will. She loved him more every day and Will made it easy for her to apologise for having \'wimped out\' again. She claimed she thought she was on her period, and that she\'d have hated Will to experience their first time like that. They quickly patched things up.

It was actually quite hard to resist when he suggested they attempt membership of the Mile High Club. It would have had to be brief - the flight was less than two hours - but Becca was sorely temped to grab his hand and lead him back there. First class was almost empty, so they had plenty of opportunities to stroke and kiss each other without anyone noticing. It was only when Will was suckling happily on her nipple that she re-buttoned her shirt, straightened her bra and flicked him on the forehead. He pretended to sulk until she rubbed his cock through his jeans. That led to more fondling, some very deep kissing, Will\'s hand cupping the warm place between her legs, rubbing her jeans to reach her swollen clit. A stewardess came by just as she was about to come. Will promised to get her off in the hotel, later. She flicked him again. Just to show her feelings.

Will had booked them into somewhere pretty cheap, off the strip. They only had 30,000 in the world after all their betting, and Will was keen to double that during the trip. Becca treated Will to a massive steak dinner and they grabbed a bottle of wine to take back to the room.

\'How about some practice? Are you feeling card-sharp?\'

Will winced. \'Yes, thanks. But some practice couldn\'t hurt\'. He tossed her the deck, which she shuffled industriously while he prepared himself. A strong, clear mind was important. He was slowing learning to empty his head of other thoughts and focus entirely on the moment. Some practice on the plane, endured largely to keep his hands off Becca, had brought his quickest prediction to hardly more than a second. That was surely quick enough.

\'Let\'s try it out for real. I\'ve never predicted in an actual game environment.\' Becca nodded and dealt them both a hand of blackjack. \'And, let\'s make it interesting. The strip version?\'

Becca grinned. \'Trying to get my clothes off again, are we?\' Will nodded vigorously, like a hungry cartoon puppy. \'Well, I hope you achieve it.\'

They focussed on their game. Becca dealt while Will tried to predict each new card. \'Ten of diamonds. that would bust me. I don\'t want it. I\'ll stick.\'

Becca drew the nine, then a three, to add to her five of spades. \'Will?\'

He had 16. \'No problem. I\'m obviously not going to win them all if I get a \'teen and the next card is high value. But I should be able to get most of them. Try it again.\' Becca began dealing and gestured for Will to lose his shirt. She gave him a provocative \'phwoar!\' - those muscle charms had worked perfectly. Will had the luck this time around.

\'That\'s going to be a seven. I\'ve got thirteen - hit me.\' Becca flicked his forehead. Will spanked her ass. \'Twenty. Beat that!\'

Becca went bust trying. \'Goddamn it!\' She peeled off her t-shirt. Will became fixated on her breasts, as he always was when the opportunity arose. They were full without being overwhelming, and firm. And very suckable.

\'Er, Will?\' He had been staring absent-mindedly. \'What have you got?\'

She trounced him with a blackjack and he lost his jeans. Then a comeback - nineteen to Becca\'s seventeen, and they were both down to their underwear.

Will triumphed again with a pair-of-kings twenty, and felt a familiar surge in his cock as Becca lost her bra. \'Doesn\'t need like you\'ll need implants any time soon\', Will offered. She leaned over as if to kiss him, then delivered another flick to his forehead. \'Just wait until I beat you in this next round.\' She made a face, grinned, and dealt.

Will glanced at his cards - fourteen - and winced inwardly. Too high, and he\'d be bust. Too low and he would only have a mediocre hand, difficult to improve on. But would it be high enough?

Most card players go through agonies like this. But Will knew it was a four and said \'hit me\'. He then saw the next card was a three. \'And again\'.

\'Shit\'. Becca threw down her cards. \'Well, at least you got my knickers off with a decent hand.\' She wiggled out of her black underwear, balled them in her hand and tossed them at Will. \'Knock yourself out\'.

Will inhaled deeply, his nose surrounded by the thrilling fabric. Without command, his tongue found a tiny moist place, where Becca\'s pussy had left its nectar. His cock had never been harder.

Becca just watched this adorable man getting off just on her scent. It made her pussy almost creamy with desire. \'If you like it so much, loverboy\', she drawled, \'why don\'t you come and get yourself some?\'

Becca reclined on the bed, parted her legs and let her fingers drift south, while Will made his way hastily to the bed, and her open, glistening pussy. Freeing his cock and casting off his underwear, Will first slid onto Becca and kissed her deeply, his cock nestling between her legs but merely slipping between her vulva. He then took his cock, rubbed it firmly against Becca\'s clit, and then scooted down the bed and gently licked his way from her navel to her clit.

\'I really, really need to come, Will\', she breathed. \'You can do anything you want, just make me come.\' Her tone was pleading. Will\'s arousal was stratospheric. He parted her lips and slipped his tongue between them, deepening his penetration as he followed the contours of her pussy, from her clit down to her entrance, and inside.

Becca squirmed. Every thought and movement was dedicated solely to bringing pressure on her clit. His nose, his mouth or tongue, his fingers, anything. Each fluttering of his tongue over his sensitive bud brought new waves of delight. Will kept a steady, firm rhythm with two fingers inside Becca and a quick, confident circling motion over her clit with his tongue. He felt the spasms inside her as soon as she did. Her pussy tensed unbelievably around his fingers as she came, squeezing him hard. Her pussy was soaking, overflowing. She begged Will to stop.

He lay with her and cuddled her. Such a confident girl at any other time, he mused to himself, but reduced to a spent, fucked-out wreck after a few minutes with me. He kissed her forehead.

\'That was nice\', she whispered. Will beamed. \'Actually, that was probably the nicest I\'ve ever felt.\' He grinned again and kissed her. \'And I\'d like you to do it lots and lots\'. Will slid onto her, feeling his cock slip between her thighs and enter the wetness there. \'Baby. Let me make you come. All by myself.\'

She lay him down, curled up alongside him, and began to gently stroke his rock-hard penis. They talked as she rubbed him, about how much they loved each other, about how wonderful her hand felt on him, about how her pussy was aching for him. It was a moment after she whispered, \'I want to fuck you so much\' that Will exploded in a torrential orgasm, splashing over Becca\'s tummy, hands and pussy, almost sobbing with the intensity, holding Becca close, feeling his heart race.

It was a while before either spoke. \'I\'m going to take a shower. I\'m covered in. you.\' She rubbed some of Will\'s semen into her skin. He watched her walk, slightly unsteadily, to the bathroom. His cock was sated, still smeared with his come. He would have given anything to watch Becca lick him clean right after his orgasm again. His lust for her was a passionate force and these near-misses and wonderfully toned-down moments were tantalising, amazing, frustrating. Burying his cock to the hilt in her silken cunt was about all he was prepared to accept, long-term. For now, he loved her hands, her mouth, her breasts and every square inch of her.



\'A thousand, please\'. Will began his transactions at the Mirage. However unfamiliar Will felt with these surroundings, there was an unshakeable confidence about him. This kind of money was more than he normally hoped to earn in a month, and here they were, ambling arm-in-arm towards the Blackjack tables, flanked by rows of slot machines clanking, tinkling, whirring. Will spotted a vacant seat and walked over. He had absolutely no idea what to do.

\'Good evening, Sir.\' He was waved to the seat by the dealer, and play resumed quickly. Will barely had time to count that there were two other players, plus the dealer, when he had a pair of cards in front of him. A pair of nines. A fair start in 3-card poker, he mused, and not a bad one in Blackjack. He bet 100, somewhat experimentally.

The dealer gave one to the guy next to Will, the grey-suit balding type who was obviously bust as a result. Will hadn\'t seen it before it left the shoe, despite trying. It was his turn. He glanced at the dealer, back to the shoe. Nothing. \'Stay\'.

The third guy, in an open-neck shirt and with a snake tattoo on his neck, stood too. They turned over.

Will had won. The dealer had 17 and was forced to stand, while tattoo guy had sixteen and had chickened out. Will stacked the extra 100 in his pile of chips and tried to focus on the shoe. Where had his hand been when he drew the card? He bet his hundred and tried to picture the shoe exactly. When Baldy got his card and stood, Will had been sure it was a three. Just as sure that this was going to be a ten. Will had twelve. \'Stand\'.

It was folly. The dealer held on 18 while both Baldy and Tattoo had twenty. Lots of chips changed hands, but none of them to Will. Another hundred in the middle, another pair.

Will won that one. Becca gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulders. Baldy went bust in the next round and called it a day, leaving Will to face the shoe even more frequently. It was taking a few seconds to focus on the card sufficiently. \'Hit me.\' That made twenty-one. Time to raise the stakes.

Will bet 300 and the dealer went bust off a 16. Then 400, a fine win with a blackjack. 500. Three in a row, all above 18. Will was on fire. The pile of chips was mounting. Becca kissed his cheek after the seventh victory in a row and whispered, \'time for a drink, before you rob them blind\'. Will smiled, thanked the dealer and headed with Becca to the bar. \'What the hell do I do with all these?\'

Will seated Becca, ordered a drink and headed off to the cashier, where he changed the chips for higher denominations - hundreds, five hundreds and thousands. They fit neatly into his pocket.

\'I\'ve got an idea\', Becca said when their drinks arrived. \'This predictive power that\'s working so well tonight. I wondered if it could be applied to other games?\'

Will considered that, sipping his cocktail. \'I guess so. All I\'m doing really is focussing on the next emergence of the card, and conjuring the spell. The image appears, and hey-presto, I\'ve seen into the future.\'

Becca nodded. \'What about Roulette, for example? If you were absolutely sure which number would come up, we could bet everything and win a fortune.\'

Will smiled. \'I\'d need some serious practice.\'

Becca agreed. \'We could watch for a while first, until you\'re zeroed in. Then we can strike.\'

They finished their drinks, spending long moments simply looking at each other. They sneaked a quick kiss while the barman\'s back was turned. Will sighed to himself - any contact with her at all, he chuckled, and my cock\'s up and begging for attention. Becca noticed almost straight away. \'Its the effect you have on me\'. They stood to make the way to the roulette tables, and Becca couldn\'t resist giving his erection a quick squeeze.

\'Jesus, woman!\' Will tried to snarl. \'Do you want me focussed on making us money, or horny as hell and distracted?\' She dodged his hand as it arrived close to her ass. \'I\'ll see to you later.\'

They reached roulette and navigated their way to a good standing position behind the players. Huge amounts of money were involved - one guy was betting 50,000 on single numbers. \'Maybe he\'s a wizard and he knows what\'s coming?\' Becca offered. Will pinched her ass with a grin. \'But I bet he\'s not going to have his penis sucked by a beautiful girl later on.\' He stared at her. \'And you are.\'

He kissed her for as long as might be socially acceptable on the floor of a casino. When heads started to turn, they broke off and intently followed the game until people stopped staring. Will was focussing on the arrival of the ball into the slot beneath each number. If he could visualise the number of the slot, he reasoned, he\'d know which number to bet on. He tried it, the ball spinning wildly, but Will focussed obsessively on the little slot into which the ball would tumble. He was sure it said \'19\'.

A cheer went up - the old guy with the big bucks had just won, having bet 50,000 on nineteen. While the man and his wife celebrated, and were handed an obscene stack of chips by the croupier\'s assistant, Will was zoned in on the roulette wheel.