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Author Topic: Sex Mages and Other Strangeness  (Read 2999 times)

« on: October 31, 2015, 08:36:06 AM »

I've been writing femdom stories with a magical twist for some time, and I figured I'd test waters elsewhere a little. My stories focus on pretty extreme female domination, sometimes nice, often cruel, but always based in some admittedly silly comic-booky super powers. If you're into that sort of thing, I've got some stories you might like!

The most worked on concept I've done is the idea of Sex Magic, a power that grants all women 19 and up psychic and magical powers to control men's libidos and genitals. With a thought, a woman can make a man hard, lock off his orgasms so he can't cum, freeze his body so he's helpless to resist, etc. The magic is fueled mostly by male's arousal, but it doesn't take much for even a single woman to bring a roomful of men under her sway, whether they want it or not!

Other stories involve a sort of urban fantasy world, where only a few people have a more generic form of magic and psychic abilities, but the ladies still like to use it for sheer domination. Still others involve superheroes in kinky adventures. I also do captioned images, which tend to be a harsher tone in general.

You can find my better stories here: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1082173&page=submissions

Recommendations for this particular site would be Ion's Wicked Lession, The Bench, Super Ex Tease and Denial, and the Pixie's Reward. The Kat's Boytoy series and Violet vs Sarah might also appeal.

For those interested in the captions: http://www.imagefap.com/pictures/3701591/Sex-Mage-Captions%21

Lastly, for those who find the concept of Sex Magic interesting... how might you use Sex Magic to dominate and ravish males at your leisure, or what would your fantasy be of being dominated by a sadistic Sex Mage?

And if you don't want to follow a bunch of links, here's a little sample of my work

I am bound by your power, tied magically to a chair. Nothing holds me in place save your will, but that is more than enough to hold me in place no matter how long I struggle. Similarly, your power forces my eyes and mouth closed, blinding and gagging me. I sit there shaking and moaning pitifully, naked, my cock hard as steel as it bounces comically, glistening pre-cum dripping steadily.

For the past five days, you have kept me down here, tormenting me with your power. Your magic visits unimaginable pleasures upon my cock, directly overloading the nerves while mimicking the sensations of every sexual act possible. Similarly, you have flooded my mind with so many sexual images, sounds, and fantasies, hi-deffing non stop through psyche, that I will probably never need porn again. Despite this, you have held back my orgasm, only making me more desperate and increasing the pleasure slowly as it goes.

It’s only what I deserve though. You, in following your path of sexual empowerment, became a goddess, while I remained a mere mortal, unworthy of your attentions. We hadn’t talked in months, but I called you up one lonely night, looking for some play. You said you were busy, but if I was patient, you might have some free time next week to play with me, if you felt like it.

“Sure,” I said, “whatever.” I can almost hear the thin frown you make as you don’t much care for the attitude in my response. You decide to teach me the lesson, that one should never be dismissive of a goddess, even if she is dismissive of you. With a mere thought from you, I was naked, bound, and my cock and my mind (like there’s a difference in when it comes to these matters) are swallowed by your spells of pleasure. A simple gesture from you, a soul crushing torment for me.

Now, five days later, you appear in my apartment. You are naked, but of course, I can’t see you. I’m not worthy of that now, if I every will be again. You slowly walk up to me, tasting my emotions, my desperation, my frustration, my anger, my rapture, my hate, and my gratitude. You lean down and lightly kiss the slick tip of my penis, then take only the head in your mouth, and swirl your tongue around it. Sensitive as I am, post orgasm torture is a faint tickle compared to what your tongue makes me feel now. I let out a scream, muffled by my closed mouth, and my body shakes violently. I know you are hear now.

Not quite done, you stand up, turn around and touch yourself, moistening your lips. You then sit down upon me, letting my tormented cock slide fully into you. My world goes white, as entering you is like entering pure sexual Heaven and Hell simultaneously, so much pleasure, so good, yet so overwhelmingly intense. You even don’t move, you just sit with me buried inside you, letting me simmer in this maelstrom of pleasure. You flex your pussy around me a few times, though, squeezing more pleasure out a me. I am so overwhelmed, I could die. But you don’t let me die, you don’t even let me pass out, your force me to experience every agonizingly euphoric moment. And still, you do not let me cum. You remain on me for only a minute, but that’s all you need to utterly destroy me, burning away all thought and feeling in my mind save utter worship of you and the soul rending need for release.

You stand up again, and your juices still burn along my cock, the sensation of being inside you not ceasing. To top it off, the sensation of your mouth on my cockhead resumes. You smile as I shake and whimper and cry. After enjoying the show for a few more minutes, you decide you want some more. You float up and swing your legs around my head, resting your thighs on my shoulders. Suddenly, my mouth can open again, and I let out a stream of gibberish pleas, but you silence me with a finger to my lips. You pull yourself forward, and fasten your moist pussy to my mouth.

“I told you I had time this week,” you say. “This is what you get for not believing me, and just assuming I wouldn’t be interested. Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson, but you still have not earned your orgasm. Lick me now, pleasure me now, and if you manage to make me cum ten times in the next five minutes, I shall consider granting you the release you so desperately crave.”

I immediately begin to eat you out, completely enraptured by the scent and taste of you, and the sheer joy of giving oral to a woman. You let yourself go, enjoying every lick and kiss and suckle and nibble as I expertly fuck you with my mouth; quickly, you achieve orgasm, clutching at me and gasping my name when you peak. Over and over you cum, and in my haze, I somehow can count to ten, though I have no sense of time.

When you are fully satisfied, you pull away, seal my mouth closed again, and float down to a sitting position on the floor. You rub yourself a bit to enjoy the post-sex buzz, but you still do not let me cum. You let me suffer another minutes, before you say, “Well, that was fantastic, my dear, but I’m afraid I did say ten orgasms in five minutes. That last orgasm took you into six. Anyway, I have to get going, I’ve got a lot on my plate today. I’ll try to come back in couple days, and we can try again.”

Barely cognizant, I let out a devastated whimper. You simply laugh, and with a flick of your finger, you double the sensations tormenting my cock. Despite my exhaustion, I thrash like a mad man, feeling betrayed but even more distraught at the thought of you leaving so soon. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you say. “I told you, I’m a very busy woman. And don’t get mad at me. I made you a deal, and you failed to follow through, simple as that, so I think you’re not quite done learning your lesson yet. Maybe in a few more days, we’ll see how you feel.” You lean forward and purr into my ear. “Besides, the real fun is just beginning.”

With that, you disappear, mystically teleporting away, and leaving me to suffer the agonizing rapture, of your whims.
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« Reply #1 on: October 31, 2015, 02:52:31 PM »

Awesome entry. Enjoyed the links  to the pics too.  Good stuff

"I thought I'd given up rape, but I've changed my mind."  Clint Eastwood.  The eiger sanction.

« Reply #2 on: November 01, 2015, 03:11:21 AM »

Thank you! :) Glad you enjoyed it.

« Reply #3 on: December 23, 2015, 11:03:10 PM »

If I remember, I'll try and add newer stuff on occasion that fits the themes.


After a long day at work, Peggy was not in the mood to deal with rude assholes on the subway. One would think a few years of Sex Magic would make any man wary of being disrespectful of a woman, but not every guy was as appreciative of the power a Sex Mage could wield.

Case in point, the subway car was packed with businesswomen and men heading home from work and those not working coming home from errands. Every seat was taken, and every bar already had enough people around it.

Only one bar remained relatively clear. Or at least it would have, if the douchebag leaning on it didn’t insist on taking up the whole thing by leaning his whole butt, back, and head along every available spot Peggy could have comfortably reached. The man looked like a real punk, too. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, a buzzcut, lanky but tall, with a thin facial scar indicating he’d once been in a knife fight. He was Latino, and the green bandanna around his head indicated he belonged to one of the gangs still lurking in the alleys. What the hell he was doing in this part of the subway, looking like a tough guy among all the suits and casuals, Peggy couldn’t guess.

“Excuse me,” she said, tapping him on the shoulder. The young man glanced back at her. “You wanna maybe give a lady some room?”

The young man just sneered and looked away. Peggy was in her later thirties, pale, short and slim, with frizzy brown hair and bookish glasses, with a rather plain looking tan business suit. She wasn’t even wearing heels. Hardly the sort of woman who would turn most guys’ heads, much less a guy barely in his twenties making a point to look like a thug.

Peggy pursed her lips, then braced herself as the subway car started moving, leaning into the acceleration. She considered worming her hand between his spine and the bar, but that would probably just give him an excuse to go off on her. She hated to admit it, but five years ago, she probably would have scurried over to another bar and squeezed herself in between some other businessmen instead.

Fuck that. She had Sex Magic, she was pissed, and despite her rather plain, dorky appearance, she was quite well-read, and well practiced, on teaching men a lesson right through their dicks.

She wormed herself forward, and positioned herself just in front of the young man and planted her feet. She heard him give a snort of derision. And yet, as she stood there, she raised herself into the ball of her feet, as if trying to see something over someone else’s shoulder. Her calves flexed, and she let her left heel slip out of the back of the shoe. The young man took noticed. Despite himself, she sensed a little spark of interest. The spark brightened a bit as his eyes traveled up her legs to scope out her ass. She didn’t have much of one, but her skirt was a bit on the tight side. The spark flared a bit, and for a moment, his soft cock felt a little stir.

Bingo. Peggy dropped back down on her feet, and she let this little motion sway her body back just enough that her ass brushed against his crotch. As it did, she sent a little signal of magic into his body to push the notion of arousal along a little faster. His cock began to erect.

He tried to think of something else, but as the train came to a stop, momentum shifted him forward a bit and his crotch brushed her butt again. His eyes drifted back down to her backside, and she slipped a psychic notion into his head, fanning his interest in her ass.

As the train started up again, she let the momentum push her back, and she was flush against him for a moment. His dick was half-hard and try as he might to think about baseball or nuns, the feel of her butt against his dick was irresistible. Within a few seconds, he was fully hard. He squirmed in place as his dick stiffened at an uncomfortable angle in his jeans, but he didn’t dare draw attention to himself by adjusting it openly. Tough guy act or not, he knew enough about Sex Magic to know women would catch him messing around with his cock.

Of course, every woman in the train car could sense his erection, and a few glanced his way. But most of the women here weren’t about to confront him in this tightly packed crowd, whether they were still intimidated by a man with his poise or they just wanted to get home and deal with their own bullshit.

So, the young punk stood there trying to make his dick soft, while Peggy pressed her ass against it, coaxing it harder with her body a thread of magic that worked slowly and subtly enough that it wouldn’t be too obvious she was using it. He was a stranger, and her magic hadn’t quite keyed her into his body just yet. She needed a little bit longer to keep him interested before she could really take charge.

Fortunately, by the time the train reached the next stop, he was absolutely throbbing. The psychic hum of a hard dick filled Peggy’s mind, giving her a wonderfully soothing feeling, and opening up the young man’s surface thoughts to her. She discovered his name was Elliot and he was rather obsessed with the idea of anal sex. If Peggy had been a curvy black or Latino girl with a bubble butt, he’d have probably sprung a hard on the instant he laid eyes on her. She wasn’t his body type, but an ass was an ass, in the end; pressing hers against him was all it took to get him started.

Elliot was starting to suspect his tough guy act was going to start melting if he couldn’t get his erection down. He glanced back and forth, trying to maintain his scowl as he noticed other women in the car kept glancing at him. A few smirked. He locked eyes with an Asian girl in a business suit who outright grinned at him. She knew exactly what was up, and this his little punk ass was nothing be afraid off when his dick was blaring. Elliot knew he had to get out of there, go cool off, and wait for the next subway.

Peggy just kept her gaze forward, outwardly ignoring him, even as she caressed him with her magic. As the train neared the next stop, she felt him start to move. She pushed back, bracing herself against him, and sent a surge of magic through his body. Instantly, the punk was frozen in place, his body locked against the poll, arms locked to his sides, and his head locked back. He started to open his mouth, but it clamped shut, and his muffled curse died in his throat. He not only couldn’t move, he couldn’t even speak! All he could do was blink and breathe and panic.

Only then did he actually piece together that the woman before him was the source of his sudden predicament. She finally glanced back at him and smirked. “Should have been a gentlemen and given a lady a little space on the poll to grab,” she said in a voice low enough only Elliot would hear it, while anyone else would just tune it out as part of the background noise. She reached back and brazenly grabbed his crotch through his jeans. “Ah, here’s something.”

She sensed Elliot panic, but at the same time, he could not deny how badly his dick wanted to be touched at that moment. Panic, and arousal, increased as her fingers deftly unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and spread open his fly. It turned out Elliot was a commando man; no underwear obstructed his cock as it popped out of his open jeans. Peggy then pulled her hand back and pressed her ass against his bare cock. The simple polyester cloth of her skirt wasn’t as appealing as bare flesh, but the smooth firmness of her ass nonetheless formed a very alluring, warm pressure along his member.

Peggy stood still, leaning against him, but as she did, she threaded magic into his genitals. He felt an all-around tight, hot, fleshy grip seize his dick. He managed a sharp gasp as he recognized the feeling of a tight ass trapping him. His cock surged at the phantom sensations, as the invisible rectum began to slowly move up and down on his cock.

The two had the full attention of every woman on the train now. They didn’t need to physically look to sense what was going on, but those who could watched anyway. And they looked through Elliot’s mind as he cussed out every one of them, but especially Peggy. Calling them cunts, whores, bitches, screaming in his head that they should be so grateful that he should fuck their assholes with his huge dick. This just caused a few of the women to giggle and the Asian woman to give Peggy a thumbs up. The men in the ca weren’t quite sure what was going on, since Peggy was doing everything without moving or letting Elliot move, and the other women opted to keep the little show a secret. A few men jumped a bit though, as Peggy sensed a few of them getting tickled with little spells from other women.

Peggy wasn’t interested in the other men, though, and despite how good teasing a man felt, she wasn’t in a playful mood. She was teaching this boy a hard lesson. The more she worked him with the phantom ass-fucking spell, the clearer his thoughts became. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm, and she immediately slapped a block on him. His cock flexed madly, trying to spray her back with his seed, but to no avail. Once this threshold was reached, he became an open book.

It turns out he wasn’t even in a gang. He just dressed and acted this way to impress the teenaged girls who hadn’t developed their Sex Magic yet. He felt women were all total cunts who needed to be tamed by guys’ dicks, and Sex Magic was bullshit. He believed it existed, of course, obviously, but every day he seethed with resentment that women had the magic. In his mind’s eye, men should have gotten the power. Then he’d turn every hot bitch he saw into his bimbo slut, and make them beg to suck his cock.

But that wasn’t how things were and because of that, he had no qualms treating women like shit. It was only his tough guy, gang-member bluff that prevented much retaliation as most women still were too under confident in the magic to truly unleash and embrace their power.

Well, this boy was long due for a lesson in humility. As the train came to another stop, Peggy noted it was hers. She quickly threaded a loop effect with her magic and stepped away from Elliot, leaving him pinned to the bar. His pants dropped to his ankles and his cock flexed wildly. He rode the subway line for nearly three hours that way, the women who came and went either outright ignoring him, or giggling at his expense. A few even pitched in, layering on other spell effects and taking pictures to post online. Finally, a female cop arrived and set him loose.

Peggy went home feeling smug. Elliot was probably right to call her a crazy cunt, but damn if being one wasn’t fun now and then. And no matter how much he resented her for the experience, she could sense when he’d masturbate to the memory of it for years afterwards.

« Reply #4 on: December 26, 2015, 06:45:03 PM »


Doreen Stevenson smiled and waved as she pulled up in front of the Johnson’s house. She was giving her daughter Jenny, and Jenny’s friends, a ride to the beach, and this was their last stop. Jenny sat up front, Lindsey and Tessa sat in the two bucket seats of the van’s second row, leaving the back row for the Johnson siblings.

Cathy and Blake Johnson were already standing in the yard, Cathy wearing a bikini top and short shorts, Blake wearing only gym shorts and a tee-shirt. He looked a little embarrassed as he realized the van was full of Cathy’s friends.

“Hey, I thought this was an all-girl hang out,” said Jenny, frowning at Blake, who shifted nervously under her gaze.

Cathy shrugged apologetically, then looked past Jenny to Doreen. “Really sorry, Ms. Stevenson, but my mother was supposed to drop Blake off at the library. She had an emergency and had to jet. If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind giving him a ride? It should be on the way.”

Doreen Stevenson looked at Blake. “Of course, honey. If he doesn’t mind being trapped with a bunch of cute girls for a while.” She gave him a wink and a grin.

Blake blushed. “No, it’s fine. Thank you, Ms. Stevenson.”

The older woman chuckled. “Aw, so polite! It’s no problem at all. And please, call me Doreen.”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Ugh, Mom, have some standards, will you?”

Doreen rolled her eyes right back. “And here I thought mothers were supposed to be the prudish ones.”

As Blake and Cathy got in the van, moving to the last row of seats, Jenny said, “Well, you don’t want him jerking off to thoughts of you, do you? Like the boy across the street? Or Mr. Hanley down the road?”

“Please stay off my phone, you silly girl,” said Doreen, chiding her daughter. “Although if you wanted to, Blake, I would be flattered.” Blake flushed crimson and cleared his throat, even as Jenny scoffed, and the other girls giggled and made faces at the thought.

“Mom!” said Jenny. “Don’t be a slut!”

“Oh, girls, trust me, when you get your Magic, you’ll learn to appreciate every stroke any boy gives you,” said Doreen.

“Won’t be too long now!” said Tessa with a sly grin. The girls nodded agreeably. All of them were eighteen, with birthdays coming up over just the next couple of months. In less than a year, they would all be brimming with fresh Sex Magic.

As it was, the only Sex Mage in the car was Doreen herself. Thirty-eight years old, she’d had the Magic since it first appeared six years ago, and as her still youthful appearance implied, she never got tired of using it. Jenny was often annoyed at how frequently people thought her mom was her barely-older sister.

Doreen glanced back at Blake, who pressed himself into a corner. She could sense the soft hum of his cock threatening to go erect, could sense the glimmering of his libido at the thought of the girls possessing the magic. He would just die of embarrassment at the thought of them all sensing his erection, being able to look into his thoughts. Just a year older, and this little scenario could be very scary for a teen boy!

The girls started chatting amongst themselves, discussing the usual teen girl nonsense of fashion and television. Blake just tried to ignore them, looking out the window. However, his gaze kept straying over to the girls. Not his sister, of course, but Doreen didn’t need magic to know the teen boy was scoping out her daughter’s long legs and Tessa’s huge tits, or thinking of Lindsey’s red, pouty lips around his cock. Sex Magic just confirmed it, sensing every time his cock twitched as his eyes flitted over the skimpily dressed girls.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to look out the window again. Not that that helped his condition too much, as most women out and about in town were likewise skimpily dressed. Despite his efforts, Blake’s cock was half-erect, and he draped one arm over his lap to try and hide the growing bulge in his shorts.

Doreen smiled as she sensed the helpless boy. He reminded her of a few boyfriends she’d had over the years, boyfriends she’d loved playing little pranks on with her magic.

“Something wrong, Blake?” Doreen asked in an innocent voice. “You look upset.”

Blake jumped at being called out. He glanced to Doreen, then at the teen girls who all paused their conversation to look at him.

Jenny laughed. “He’s probably perving out right now. Aren’t you Blake? You’re not secretly touching yourself back there, are you?”

“No!” said Blake. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“You probably would if you could,” said Cathy.

“Shut up!” he hissed.

“If?” said Tessa. She grinned, eyes widening. “Oh, my god, can he not?”

Cathy shook her head. “Mom got tired of sensing him jacking it every chance he got. I told her there’s a spell that keeps boys from playing with themselves. She figured out how it worked a couple months ago, and he hasn’t been able to do it sense. Not without begging her for permission, anyway.”

“Cathy! Shut up!” said Blake, glaring at her.

“Oh, wow,” said Lindsey. She looked at Blake with renewed interest. “So how do you pee? Can you wash yourself, or does your Mommy need to do it?”

“None of your business!” he said.

“Come on,” said Lindsey. She reached out and put a hand on his knee. He almost jumped again, and his cock grew stiffer. “Tell us!”

Doreen couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched Blake be put on the spot, sensing his cock tensing even more. “Go ahead, Blake. You’re going to need to learn to just be upfront with girls. It makes things easier.”

Blake swallowed. “I can, I can only touch it when, um, when it’s soft,” he said.

“So, like, not now,” said Tessa, eyeballing the bulge in his shorts. He was fully erect now, and his cock flexed against the material of his shorts.

“Oh my god, does he really have a hard on?” said Jenny. She had a look of disgust, but her adolescent fascination compelled her to look anyway.

“Yes, he does,” Doreen confirmed. “And quite a tense one, too! When was the last time you had an orgasm, Blake? Your balls sound really full.”

Blake stared in horror at Doreen. He expected this sort of thing from his sister, but he could not believe the only adult in the car was ratting him out like this! “I’m not saying!” he muttered. He pulled his leg away from Lindsey’s hand, even as she giggled at the look on his face.

Cathy rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Mom took his orgasms away two weeks ago as a punishment, so at least not since then.”

Blake grit his teeth and fumed at Cathy. “Shut! Up!”

Cathy stuck her tongue out at him, while the other three girls giggled. Ms. Stevenson’s eyes widened as if surprised. “Really? What did you do?”

“Nothing!” he said, almost pouting.

“Come now,” said Doreen. “I know your mother. She wouldn’t do that for nothing.”

Blake just crossed his arms and glowered out the window some more.

“So how much longer you got?” said Jenny, chuckling.

“Well, if he’s on good behavior, he can pop again tomorrow,” said Cathy.

“Oh, my,” said Doreen. “Well, you better be good today!”

“Yeah, Blake, don’t be a pouty little bitch,” said Lindsey. She put her hand on his knee again. “If you’re not nice to us, we’ll tell your mom. And then how much longer will she extend your punishment?”

Blake paled and turned to her. “You wouldn’t!”

“So would,” said Lindsey, winking at him.

“She—she won’t—it’ll be my word against yours!”

“Who’s she going to believe?” said Cathy, with a smirk. “Her favorite daughter and her innocent friends, or the pervert son with zero control over his dick?”

“Ms. Stevenson! You won’t let them lie, will you?”

Doreen chuckled. “They just asked you to be nice, Blake, that shouldn’t be so hard. So when they ask you questions, just be honest, don’t just sit there trying to give them the cold shoulder. Boys are terrible at that anyway. They just crave attention from girls too much to keep it up. Don’t you?”

“I—,” Blake didn’t have a good counter argument.

“So come on,” said Tessa, leaning forward to give the boy a generous view of her cleavage. Blake’s eyes zeroed in on the valley of her breasts and his cock flexed. “Tell us what you did to get your cummies taken away.”

Blake swallowed nervously and was so entranced by Tessa’s chest that he didn’t notice Lindsey’s hand drift up his leg, until her fingers brushed against his crotch. He jumped and reached to push her hand away.

“Hey now!” said Lindsey as his palm touched her forearm. “Play nice!”


“Just answer the question already,” said Lindsey, as she pressed her hand against the bulge in his shorts. “And don’t mind me.” She began to slowly, but rhythmically, press against his crotch, then pull back a bit, then press again, then pull back, in a steady loop.

Blake shifted in his seat, his breath a little shaky. “I, uh, I was doing my chores, laundry, and somehow, a red sock got mixed in with the whites. So mom’s work blouses and bras were all stained pink.”

“Jeez, that’s it?” said Tessa, looking a little confused. “One little mistake and no orgasms for two weeks? Harsh!”

“Oh, he’s a real clutz,” said Cathy, waving her brother off. “He’s always half-assing his chores or screwing something up. Dropping a plate when doing the dishes or not using the vacuum at the right setting or not brushing the dog thoroughly enough. He’s had it coming.” She paused and smirked. “Or not, as the case my be.” The girls all giggled.

“I don’t mean to do it!” said Blake. “I swear it isn’t my fault sometimes! I mean, with the sock, I checked the machine! It wasn’t in there when I put the blouses in!” He let out a small gasp. His cock flexed against Lindsey’s hand, still pressing, but a bit more quickly now. “Uh… Linds… your gunna…”

“Oh, is this uncomfortable? I’m sorry.” She gave him a mock-sympathetic smile and didn’t stop. Blake grunted and squirmed and let out a small cry. He gripped the edges of the seat.

“You were saying?” said Cathy.

“That sock wasn’t there when I started the load!” he glared furiously at Cathy, even as he squirmed under Lindsey’s hands. “I know you put it in there! It had to be you!”

Cathy scoffed. “I was at my job that day, an extra long shift, I might add. There’s no way I could have stuck the sock in there.”

“Then how did it get there?”

“You didn’t check the washer thoroughly.”

“I didn’t even wash the bright colors before I put the whites load in,” he said. “I did the white sheets, and they were fine.”

“You mean the sheets with all your nightly pre-cum stains on them?” Cathy smirked again as Blake blushed angrily. He opened his mouth to say something, but only made a gasp as Lindsey’s rhythmic pressing increased in tempo.

Cathy smirked and turned to Lindsey. “You should tell your Mom to get your brothers white-only sheets. Their little boy-stains show up very well, and you can count them up for punishments if you like.”

“What if they wear underwear?” said Lindsey.

“Pffft, obviously you don’t let them,” said Cathy. “Isn’t that right Ms. Stevenson?”

“If I had a boy, he’d be lucky to wear anything at all when he’s at the house,” she said. “Of course, if he got even a drop of pre-cum on anything, he’d be paying for it for weeks.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll run that by Mom,” she said, grinning at Blake. “What do you think, hmm? Extend that orgasm block one more day for every stain we find?” The girls all giggled, but Blake could only let out a loud moan that sort of sounded like a “no,” but not quite.

Doreen spoke up, “Lindsey, if you don’t stop, he’s going to—”

She was cut off as Blake gasped sharply and bucked in his seat, hips jerking up. Lindsey yanked her hand away, and she, Tessa, and even Jenny stared in fascination as Blake nearly came right then and there. Had his orgasm not been blocked, he would be staining his pants. Cathy just looked unimpressed, having seen this sort of display before.

“Wow, he really is blocked!” said Lindsey.

“Holy shit!” said Tessa, laughing, “That’s awesome! Do it again!”

“No! Please!” said Blake.

“Now, now,” said Lindsey. “Remember what we said about being nice!”

“Ms. Stevenson, please!” Blake begged.

“Aren’t you glad you’re blocked?” Doreen said, chuckling. “We don’t have any spare boy shorts in the car, so you’d be going to the library with a huge cum stain on your shorts if you weren’t.”

“Come on, make them stop! Please?”

“Oh, okay, girls, that’s enough,” the older woman said, almost sternly.

“Aw, come on,” said Tessa. “That was too funny!”

“You’re right,” said Doreen, laughing. “What was I thinking? Go ahead Lindsey. Or did you want to try, Jenny?”

“Ew, no!” said her daughter, although she was still watching Blake closely.

Lindsey placed her hand on the helpless boy’s crotch again, but then pulled back. “Wait, we can do this better.” She grinned widely. “Take your shorts off.”

Blake went bug-eyed. Tessa and Lindsey were staring eagerly, Jenny was staring but trying very hard to not look as interested as she clearly was, and Doreen was chuckling. Only Cathy seemed bored with the idea, but she gave Blake an expectant look.

Blake swallowed and was about to resist, when he suddenly felt a sensation, like two fingers, lightly tracing along the length of his cock. The sensation started at the tip, then dragged slowly down to the base, and vanished with a soft flick off the top of his balls. Then the sensation started again, tip to base, then flick. Tip to base, then flick. His cock flexed at the sensations.

“Better do as they say, Blake,” said Doreen, giving him a sly smile as she looked at him through the review mirror. “Girls can be pretty wicked if you fight them.” The phantom fingertips moved just a bit quicker.

“Ms. Stevenson… Doreen… is that you?” said Blake.

Jenny gawked at her mother. “Ew, mom, are you using your power on him?”

“You’re the one wanting to see a barely legal boy wave his cock around for you, don’t judge me,” said Doreen.

“He’s not half my age!” Jenny protested.

“Trust me, sweetie, boys’ cocks don’t care how old you are, as long as you make them feel good,” she said.

Blake was squirming in his seat now, the fingertips dragging faster and with more pressure, continuing to travel tip to base and starting over. “Oh, god,” he breathed, trembling.

“I can do this literally all day, Blake,” said Doreen. “Just let your little guy out to play.”

“W-will you stop if I do?” said Blake, hands shaking as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts.

“Sure,” the older woman said.

The girls watched eagerly as Blake slid his shorts and boxers down to his ankles, his hard cock bobbing and twitching at the phantom ministrations. It was hardly the first time any of them had seen a penis, of course, but they’d yet to see a live one directly being played with via magic. All they could see was the dick bouncing in time to some effect.

Doreen, however, without even having to turn around and physically look, could sense Blake’s body, perfectly “see” his penis and testicles in her mind, could “hear” the tension of his backed up balls, and read the entire web of mystic lines that represented his nerves and responses. She knew exactly what spells to cast at what spots in exactly what way. Soon, the girls would be able to do it, too, and she felt a little pity for any boy their group of friends decided to experiment on first. It would probably be Blake himself, if this little van ride stayed fresh in their minds.

“Hnnnggghhh, Ms. Stevenson! Y-you said you’d st-stop!”

“Actually, I didn’t,” she said, and switched the two finger rub to a whole hand lightly stroking, moving down and starting at the top again the moment it reached the base; a perpetual downward stroking. “Another thing you’ll have to learn about girls: being very, very careful what you agree to with them. I just said “sure,” after all. I could have meant I’d stop eventually; notice I didn’t specify I’d stop exactly when your shorts came off. You also didn’t tell me specifically what you wanted me to stop, now that I think about it. So I could just assume you wanted me to stop the car.” So saying, she brought the car to a halt at a red light. “There, see? Deal fulfilled!”

“I meant your strokes!” he said. “You know that!”

“Yes,” she said. “I do. So there’s the other possibility: I just lied when I said I’d stop.”

“N-no fair!” said Blake. He shook as the stroking became firmer. “Goddamn it, no fair!”

The girls watched, fascinated, as the boy writhed and gasped from no cause they could see. They could only imagine what this little exchange between Doreen’s thoughts and Blake’s body would seem like to the sexual senses they’d read about. Cathy sighed, resting an elbow on the van’s back windowsill and resting her cheek on her fist, watching her brother with only slight bemusement.

“Does your mother ever do stuff like this to him, Cathy?” said Doreen.

Cathy made a face. “No, she only seals off his touches and orgasms,” she said.

“Mom, it’s gross enough when you’re doing it,” said Jenny, blanching. “It’d be even grosser if it was his own mom.”

“Well, she still controls his cock, doesn’t she?” Tessa said. “You gotta admit, it’s pretty pathetic for an eighteen year old to have his Mommy control his play time.”

“Well, dear, some boys just don’t learn, so you have to take a firm hand with them,” said Doreen in a sagely tone. Then she smiled and winked at Blake through the rearview mirror. “Still, it is a little silly that a boy your age needs such discipline. My nephew is a very attentive and helpful young man for my sister. You could learn a thing or two from him. I’ll introduce you two the next time he’s in town.”

Blake couldn’t respond, gritting his teeth and moaning, fighting his inevitable build to a climax. Doreen slowed the psychic hand just a bit, but made the grip feel even firmer, drawing out the build up.

“Say, Cathy,” said Doreen. “Your Mother won’t mind that I’m doing this, will she? I don’t want to get your brother into too much trouble.”

Blake was bucking in his seat now, and he suddenly froze up and gasped, his cock flexing crazily. He let out a few girly whimpers as he failed to cum once more. The other three girls laughed and cheered, and even Cathy smirked.

“Not at all,” Cathy said. “Our cousins Julie and Jane stayed over for a week a couple months ago. They had him on the floor crying every night. They were so mean, Mom actually let him masturbate as much as he wanted the day after they left. I thought we’d never get the stench of cum out of his room. But she had no complaints while they were there. She even gave a few suggestions.”

“Yikes!” said Tessa. “That’s cold!”

Blake collapsed back against the seat as Doreen released him from her spell.

“Aw, now I feel bad!” said Doreen, pouting a little. “I didn’t know she was that severe, Blake. I’m sorry!”

Blake could only try to catch his breath.

“Haha, screw sorry!” said Tessa. “How much longer till we got to drop him off?”

“About ten minutes,” said Doreen. “Traffic’s been rather thick, if you girls haven’t noticed.”

“Well, then, third time’s the charm, right?” said Lindsey, grinning, and holding out her hand in a claw shape, playfully reaching for Blake, then pulling back just before she touched him. She giggled as he tried to curl away from her. “We got time for one more!”

“Yeah,” said Jenny. “Come on, Mom. Make him edge again. Something really fierce!”

Doreen blushed slightly, chuckled and shook her head a little. “Oh, I dunno. I think the poor boy has had enough, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Blake said meekly.

Lindsey gave the older woman a coy look. “I’m pretty sure those words can’t be used that way in a sentence.”

Doreen laughed at that, and at the way Blake’s cock quivered as he looked at her pleadingly. She met his gaze via the mirror and smiled mischievously. “She makes a fair point, Blake.”

“Ms. Stevenson, please!”

“Alright, alright!” the older woman said with a laugh. “I won’t tease you with magic. I’ll just let the girls do it!” She quickly snuck her magic into the invisible web of signals around his cock, took the psychic strings of his nerves and made a few quick loops, while stretching another section out. She then released him, leaving the adjustment in place.

“Okay, Tessa, Lindsey, carefully tap his penis,” said Doreen. She glanced at her daughter. “You want to get in on this?”

Jenny shook her head no, but watched, fascinated. Lindsey and Tessa each reached out a finger. Tessa lightly touched the tip of his cock. Blake let out a cry and his whole body jerked. All the girls jumped as they watched his cock spasm, hitting his orgasm block immediately.

Lindsey tried it next, a single tap right on the spot just beneath the penis head. Blake bucked and choked out a loud moan as he edged again. The girls erupted into laughter. “Holy fucking shit!” said Lindsey. She wasted no time giving Blake three quick flicks to the tip, the base, and the middle of his cock in quick succession. Blake shuddered breathlessly in an extended edge, and just when he looked about to catch his breath, Tessa dragged her fingertip all the way down his length. Blake let out a loud cry and promptly blacked out.

“Oof! He didn’t last long, did he?” said Doreen, quickly reaching out and canceling the super-sensitizing effect before Tessa and Lindsey’s fingers could do more damage.

“Wow!” said Tessa. “I can’t wait till I get my magic!”

“Well, here we are,” said Doreen, pulling over into the library parking lot. She parked and looked back at Blake, who was still unconscious, fitfully twitching as his body tried to settle down from the sudden shock of pleasures. “Goodness, he looks out of it!”

“Can’t you wake him up?” said Cathy.

“I could,” she said. “But tell me, how much trouble will he be in if he doesn’t make it to the library?”

Cathy shrugged. “He has a paper he needs to get done by Monday.”

“Would be a shame if he didn’t get it finished, wouldn’t it?” said Doreen. “Just like it would be a shame if someone had, I dunno, slipped a red sock into the whites, while she was on lunch break from her job?”

Cathy blinked, then chuckled. “I mean, I don’t really know how to get to the library, myself. Not my fault he wasn’t awake to give directions.”

“Shame,” she said. “Guess we’ll just have to drop you girls off at the beach first. If it’s a nice day, I just might want to stick around, too, and poor Blake’s just going to have to wait until we’re done.”

Cathy and the girls chuckled. “Sounds good to me!” said Cathy, and Doreen promptly drove out of the library parking lot to continue on to the beach.

Jenny stared at her Mom, shaking her head and grinning. “Wow. You’re a real cunt, Mom. I knew I still respected you for some reason.”

Doreen playfully flicked her daughter in the head. “Don’t be a bitch, dear,” she said. “Save that for the boys!”
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