THE TALES OF PRIYA, Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch

THE TALES OF PRIYA, a lesbian paranormal fantasy.

Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch

#7 Empire Builder, Milwaukee to Wenatchee, WA, Cabin E, Upper Level, Superliner Bedroom, on route

Bell and I are on route to Washington State, something about a place called a Coven. I have internally been freaking out about all this talk of Witches and shit.

To my naivety, I just don’t understand it and am going with the flow. Bell has filled my head with so much stuff, it just freaks me out. In the end, I just go “Okay, this is odd and I knew this was on the cards with me being able to heal my skin and all.”

The train is greedily gobbling up the track going click-clack.

We are in Minnesota; it’s just after midnight. We have our beds sorted, full bellies, and are enjoying a few red wines. We have been talking non-stop since we got on the train, keeping to ourselves.

Bell is staring at me with her killer green eyes and playing with a glass of wine. She is wearing baby blue hot pants that look like they have been sprayed on her. She is wearing a white bra and an EKO singlet. She is lying sideways on the one little cute little sofa chair on the other side of the cabin. I have on a pair of Bell’s baby blue hot pants that she said were too big for her, but they fit me perfectly. I have on a white t-shirt that says Mine or Yours that I tied up at my belly. I am flicking through a booklet on the history of Amtrak. My mind drifts. I feel I have been through a jungle of emotions and walked out alive.

I think Bell had said we were going to a secret lodge called the Blue Owl.



Anyway, Bell explained that there are four Witch Covens which are all female and all females are lesbian but do have the choice for pro-creation twice in their lifetimes.

Bell’s sweet voice, husky and hot rips me from drifting too far into my head.



“Check this out.” She lets the glass drop from her hand, and it doesn’t fall. It floats right in front of her.

She moves her index finger, and the glass starts to spin. She holds two fingers up, and the spinning stops. She makes a flicking motion, and the glass starts to move towards me. “Open your mouth.”

“Seriously.”

“Do it.”

“How about I do this.” I whip off my hot pants and top, open my legs and gently rub my pussy.

“Shit you are so insane in the brain missy.”

The glass floats to my face. The glass is right near my lips. The edge of the glass just near my lips.



“Come on, missy, open wide.”

“I bet you say that to all the Witches,” I reply.

“Nope. Just you. Open your legs wider, keep masturbating, mouth open please.”

I do as she commands. I open my mouth up. This feels so erotic that is nearly blurring my vision. I open my mouth, and the glass tips and red wine drops into my mouth. A nice mouthful. Some of the red wine dribbles out and splashes on my tits.

Bell gets up and clicks her fingers. The glass flies into her right hand. She moves like a cat and starts licking the red wine off my tits. Biting my nipples, sucking them and tweaking them with her fingers. I go overboard. She leans over and drinks a glass of wine and kisses me. She squirts wine into my mouth, and I swallow. She takes my hand, which is still rubbing my pussy and puts her hand over my hand.

“You want it hard, don’t you?”

I nod.

“Such a fucking whore.”

“Then whore my body.”

She uses her spare hand to reach around and slap my tits. The stinging sensation fires down my belly to my cunt.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Like that, bitch?”

“Yes,” I sneer.

“Get up, turn around.”

I obey.

Bell takes a running shoe and slaps my ass. “Bad bitches need to be punished.”

The slap was playful. “Harder, fucking harder and fuck me with your fingers.”

I bend over, hands on the bed, ass in the air. My pussy is drenched with cum. I am so wet I just want to get off. I don’t look around, but I hear Bell gulp and then feel a cold sensation at my cunt’s entrance.

“I am going to fuck you with this bottle, bitch.”

My heart jumps into my mouth. Hot, holy shit. “Fuck me, do it.”

She thrusts the neck of the bottle right up and starts thrusting fast. Oh, my fucking god. I collapse gasping into the sheets. Bell keeps up her relentless fucking of my pussy. Faster and faster. I can’t speak. I just moan and groan. I push back. I want more. She slaps my ass.

“Cum for me.”

I don’t need encouragement. I am there, right, fucking in the moment.

I explode around the wine bottle. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddddddd”

I cum so hard my whole body spasms. Bell withdraws the bottle and playfully slaps my ass.

“Fuck that was hot, Priya. I think we are going to die fucking.”

I roll over and wipe sweat from my forehead. “Ever been fucked by a trannie?”

“Shit, where did that come from?”

“That’s the term that was used in school all the time.”

“The word is pretty disgusting, actually. You mean a shemale?

“Yes. Sorry. A shemale then.”

“It’s okay. We Witches love being fucked by a Futawitch.”

“A what?”

“Futawitch. A Witch with a real dick. Not just a small dick. A fucking huge monster cock. They usually can make it as large as they want, sometimes, if they are powerful enough, they can enhance any body part. It’s phenomenal, really.”

“Wow, sounds fucking hot. So have you?”

Bell laughs. She rubs my stomach. “Yes. Once.”

I am intrigued. “And …?”

“I couldn’t walk for three days.”

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, I was bow-legged.”



“So it was earth-shattering, then.”

Priya raises her eyebrows at me. “A fucking geyser of cum was shot into me, Priya.”

I gulp. My mind cannot grasp Bell’s words. I tremble. This is crazy. Crazy and kind of kinky and hot and my mind wander to the vision.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“We might be lucky and find a FutaWitch on our journey, who knows. We could be fucked together, you the sub and me the dom.”

“I am not a sub, whatever that is.”

“Submissive. You like being on the bottom, like being bossed around, like being fucked by me, hee, hee.”

“Well, that is partly true. So dom is dominant? I can be both, can’t I?”

“Sure can. So you like the idea?”

“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Okay, what’s next for us?” I feel like a sex doll. Priya leans over and kisses me and takes my soul.

“Is this how you use your magic to seduce me?” I muffle tugging on her singlet.

Her eyes gaze into my black eyes with such fire. She smiles and kisses my nose and twirls around to look out the window.

“It was a little idea I had in my head. So yeah,” she sighs. “Something’s wrong, Priya. I can feel it in my bones.”

“Do Witches have like a sixth sense?” I ask.



“Yes, we do. If I walk into a room, I know every Witch, Vardokur, everyone that uses magic. I know humans. I know how they feel and can read their thoughts. We give off an aura. It’s like a glow.”

“What’s my aura, then?”

Bell spins around so fast I pull away. She puts down her wine and looks at me and cocks her head.

“Hot. Alive. Like blue fire and strong. Gosh, if you could see how beautiful it is.”

“Wow.