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Magic Lessons Part 2

By: Ravenswing



Chapter Ten

Michael found Lucy in her bedroom on the astral plane. She was crying and, he realised was not dreaming because she was barely half asleep. Her mind was tossing and turning over the events of the day, and her body was tossing and turning with it.

"Lucy?" He got no response. "Lucy? Can you hear me?" Still nothing. He guessed her mind was only half in the astral plane. Concentrating, he pushed both of them up and into the dream world.

They appeared on a beach of pure, white, coral sand under a palm tree. The beach stretched away to the left and right. Behind them scrub undergrowth gradually became thick jungle. A warm, tropical sea lapped on the shore a dozen yards away. Lucy, now dressed in a white, halter-necked gown, was still sobbing. She took no notice of the new surroundings and, when Michael approached her, she turned her back on him.

"Lucy, I... really need to talk to you about what happened."

"G-go away. If you d-don't want me anymore, that's fine, but leave me alone."

This statement came as something of a surprise to Michael. He had assumed that she was upset because of what he had done to Julia, but this was obviously a bit more complicated than that.

"I, um, don't understand, Lucy. What do you mean?"

She turned an angry face on him and when she spoke, her voice was raised and hysterical. "You weren't paying attention to our sex all morning. You were just going through the motions. Then, when I need to take a little break, you make Julia... no, you force Julia to let you screw her. I don't think you like either of us anymore and... and..."

"What, Lucy? What else?"

She sagged back onto the sand, hiding her face. The anger was gone, replaced by something like deep sorrow. "I th-think I love you. I d-don't want you to stop liking me."

Michael was silent for several seconds. He knew he had to respond, but this was way beyond his experience level. She thought she loved him. He had not thought about love at all. He knew he liked her, lusted after her, had always lusted after her since the first time he had seen her. Love was supposed to be something else, wasn't it?

"Lucy... I do still want you. God, I want to fuck you senseless every time I see you; I have since I was fifteen, but you can't love me, not after what I've done to you. I turned you into a slut, a sex toy, something for me to use and abuse at my leisure. I made you walk to my house wearing no panties so you could beg me to fuck you. How could you love someone who's done that to you? I should change you back to the way you were, make you forget the whole thing. Maybe then I could have you and deserve you." He felt miserable, ashamed of everything he had done in the time since he had discovered his powers. This made Lucy's reaction to his speech all the more strange.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed. "I like being the way I am. All you did was expose bits of me that I kept hidden. I've always wanted to have the guts to do the stuff you make me do, and now that I can, you want to take it away from me? Sod off!" She scrabbled to her feat, putting her hands on her hips and looking angrier than he had ever seen her. "And if you're so fucking fired up about screwing me, why have you dressed me in this tent?"

Michael looked at the figure-hugging gown and grinned. "I hadn't thought of it as a tent," he said. Her look of severe disapproval was cracking. "Actually, I think I saw it on Naomi Campbell, or someone like that, and thought you'd look good in it. Still, if you want something different..."

Lucy looked down to see that she was now wearing a one-piece swimsuit composed of two strips of white, stretch mesh fabric that dropped from her shoulders, across her nipples, to join into little more than a pouch for her pussy. She could feel the thin strip of fabric that was parting her ass cheeks before dividing to go up her back to her shoulders again. Her nipples hardened at the sight of the almost transparent garment she was now wearing. "That's better," she said. Her mouth was dry. "If we make love here, I'll get sand in all the wrong places."

Michael stood up and ran a finger down the side of her right breast. She shivered. "This is a dreamscape from my imagination," he told her. "The sand will only go where I tell it to." He stepped around to her left side, and his hand snaked down over her stomach, sending tiny butterfly shivers of sensation through her body, until it slipped into the front of her costume. He slipped his middle finger between her pussy lips, feeling the first hints of moisture down there before pushing down and curling, very slowly, into her cunt. Slowly, he began to massage the inside of her pussy, rubbing over the spot at the top that he knew brought her considerable pleasure.

"What are you?" he breathed into her ear.

"I... I'm your sex toy," she breathed back.

"What are you?" he asked again, his finger rubbing more urgently.

"Ooh, I'm a slut." She spread her legs a little more, making it easier for him to gain access.

"What are you?" His other hand slid down the back of her costume, stretching the mesh aside. He slowly pushed a moistened index finger into her anus.

"Oh god, Michael. I... I'm your... ooh, please fuck me."

"What am I?" he asked again. He slid another finger into her ass and began to work them harder. It might have been painful in the real world, but here it was pure pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh... What do you want... oh, god, me to say? I'm what... whatever you want..."

"You're my lover, Lucy. Now, cum for me." At his words her body exploded into pure, intense orgasm. She shrieked out her passion, filling his hand with cum juice, clutching his arm as though if she let go she would fall off the Earth. After several seconds, she came down. Her knees sagged, unable to support her, and Michael allowed her to drop to the sand on all fours.

A thought left him naked and he dropped to his knees behind her, between her calves. His left hand pulled the fabric of her costume away from her pussy and his right guided his cock into the hot, wet folds between her legs. He sighed as he entered her. She let out a soft moan and bent her arms down so that her breasts were pressed into the sand, her chin resting on her forearms. He could feel the added pressure this gave to the walls of her cunt and began to pump into her.

"Oh yeah," she groaned, "that's what I want, hot, thick cock in my tight pussy." She began to rock back in time with his thrusts, driving him deeper into her. He grabbed a handful of buttock in each of his hands and pushed her ass wide apart. "Ooh, fuck, that's wicked. Oh yeah, harder, fuck me harder." Michael obliged, driving himself into her harder and faster. His hips slapped into her buttocks, each shock sending a burst of sensation up through her body.

"I'm cumming," she groaned. "Cumming, oh fuck, yes, now!" He felt the muscles around her vagina clamp down around his cock, and the extra tightness just made him pump harder. Her cunt was milking him for all it was worth, and he knew that she was loving every minute of it. "Oh... god... Michael... I'm gonna... cum again... unnngh!"

This time her body clamped down so hard that it drove him over the edge. His vision exploded into a shower of orgasm-induced fireworks and it felt as though his entire body was being pumped into her through his cock. He collapsed forward onto her, and she fell with him, leaving them lying, full stretch, on the warm sand. He was still inside her and she could feel his cock twitching periodically as it relaxed. It felt like the most wonderful thing in the world.

"D'you really like the changes I've made to you?" has asked after a short while.

"Yes. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't," she replied.

He rolled off her, onto his side and she turned onto her side to look at him. Her swimsuit had slipped and he reached out a hand to play with one of her nipples. "You really like the idea that I make you do kinky stuff that you would never normally do?"

"Ooh," she moaned. "Yes, Michael, I really meant what I said. It makes me feel, ooh stop that, kind of liberated. Why have you stopped?"

He shook his head and returned to playing with her nipple. "So, you would do anything I told you to do? Even if it was in public?"

Lucy frowned and looked at him with a quizzical grin on her lips. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

Chapter Eleven

Michael dropped in on Julia on his way to the mall the following morning. He knocked politely on the front door of her house and waited. When she appeared, she was wearing her business suit. "Oh, Michael, what can I do for you?"

"I, um, just wanted to drop in and see you; make sure you're okay."

"Well, it just happens that I have to go to Atlanta on business for a few days. I'm flying out in a couple of hours. The cab should be here any minute." She paused for a second. "Did you make up with Lucy?"

"Yeah. In fact I'm on my way to meet her now."

"Good. Look, I'm back on Saturday. Maybe the two of you could come over on Saturday evening? We'll... watch a video or something."

"Sure, Miss Calvin, I'm sure that'd be good."

She seemed to cringe at the use of her surname. "Well, I'll see you Saturday then."

"Yeah," and he turned, walking down her front path to the sidewalk. The cab was turning down their street as Michael made it out onto the main road into town. He caught a bus and was at the Sweetwater Mall by ten-thirty.

Why it was called Sweetwater, Michael had never discovered. There were no streams nearby, no lakes, and no rivers. While there was a large atrium at the centre of the structure, there was no water in it, never mind sweet water. Unless they had cemented over a lake to build the place, the name was highly inappropriate. However, it was the only decent mall in the town, and it was here that people from small kids to shopping adults would go to hang out or buy.

Michael had agreed to meet Lucy in Blossom's Coffee Shop at eleven o'clock. He was early, so he bought himself an Americano and found a quiet booth to sit in. Watching the world go by seemed like a relaxing thing to do for twenty minutes.

"Hello." He looked up to see a woman that Michael remembered well, but had never discovered her name. "It's Cherry," she said, "from the coffee shop?"

"Yes," Michael said, "I remember." Cherry was wearing a thin, cotton top, completely filled by her large breasts, and her nipples dimpled the cloth. Below that was a pair of hot-pants that hugged her body like they were in love with it. "Should you be visiting the opposition like this?" Michael asked.

"Pardon? Oh, the coffee shop? I own both of them." She grinned at the mild look of shock on Michael's face. "My father started the business here when the mall opened. I inherited it a couple of years ago and expanded into a couple of other places. I was only at the other shop because my regular girl was off sick."

"Lucky for me," Michael said, smiling. He frowned then and asked, "So, it's Cherry Blossom?"

Cherry looked mortified. "Yeah, my father thought it was a great joke. I thought about getting it changed, but then the guys at school kept making jokes about how I wanted to lose my cherry..."

"I can see where it might be a problem. Would you like to sit down?"

She looked at the seat opposite. "I figured you were waiting for someone."

Michael smiled. "My girlfriend, but she won't mind you talking to me. Just so long as we're not fucking when she arrives."

Cherry slipped into the seat opposite him with a grin. "Well, I don't do it in public, so she should be okay."

They chatted about nothing meaningful for fifteen minutes as Michael watched the public walk past the shop. Cherry was about twenty-five. She had had a little trouble getting going in business when she had taken over from her father. People looked at her buxom, petite blonde image and thought they could roll right over her. She had had to fight hard to keep the mall shop going, but once she had established herself she been able to open three smaller shops catering for office workers in tower blocks.

Suddenly Cherry said, "Wow! Look at that chick!" Michael turned his head and found himself looking at Lucy. "Now that," Cherry went on, "is one juicy piece of ass. Whoever gets her is one lucky bastard."

Michael smiled. His face was turned away from Cherry so she could not see the grin. Lucy had done as he had asked, it appeared, and had gone a little further. Around her neck he could see a thin, leather dog's collar with a little identity disk hanging from it over the hollow of her throat. Her hair was piled into a severe bun on the back of her hair, fixed with a silver pin. It left her neck fully exposed to make the collar more obvious. She was wearing a leather mini-dress; strapless, with a teardrop hole between her breasts that opened almost to her navel. The fringed hem covered her legs to mid-thigh, but the fringe was a good six inches long, exposing almost all her long legs as she walked. Knee-length boots with four-inch heels completely the ensemble.

She walked past the window and smiled at them. Michael thought she added a little extra swing to her hips as she walked on.

"She looked happy to see us looking at her," Cherry commented.

"Well, she would," Michael replied. "Morning, Lucy," he added.

Cherry turned to see the leather-clad blonde standing beside them and her eyes almost popped out of her skull. "Um, hi," she said, her cheeks colouring. "I'm Cherry, a, err, friend of Michael's." Cherry seemed to be having trouble keeping her eyes away from the gap between Lucy's breasts. "Can I get you a coffee?" She noticed Michael reaching for some money. "It's okay, it's on the house." She quickly climbed out of the booth and scurried off toward the back of the shop.

"Where did you meet her?" Lucy asked, sliding into the seat beside him.

"At one of her other shops, she actually owns this one. It was just after I found out I could... you know... affect people. We fucked in the back of her the coffee shop. You don't mind, do you?"

Lucy grinned. "I'm outraged! With tits that size and an ass like that, I would have liked to join in. I must get some pants like those."

Michael reached out and took a hold of her dog tag so that he could look more closely. He examined both sides and nodded in satisfaction. "Well, since you've been a good girl, and since Cherry was making rather appreciative noises over your physique as well, maybe we'll arrange it so you can have a turn at her." Lucy's eyes widened and Michael could see a slight flush starting across her upper chest. "Are you wearing anything under that dress?" he asked. Lucy shook her head and Michael smiled warmly at her. "Is your pussy wet from all the looks people have given you while you walked here?" Lucy swallowed and nodded. "I can see your nipples appreciate the leather against them. Just think of all those men staring at your swollen nipples. I bet that made you want to cum all the way here." Lucy nodded again. Her breathing was becoming harsher. "I bet you'd like me to take you right now, on this table, in front of all these people."

"Oh, god, yes," Lucy hissed. "I want you in me right now."

"I think that the waiting will be good for you," Michael told her, sitting back in the bench-seat just as Cherry returned with three coffees on a tray. She slipped into the seat across from them and grinned.

"There you go, fresh coffee. There's none better in the State." Lucy smiled and lifted her cup toward herself, taking a quick sip to hide her flustered state. "Where did you get that dress, Lucy? It's... I don't know, but I have to have one."

Lucy took another sip of coffee, collecting herself. This was country she was well able to handle herself in; fashion. "There's a little leather shop up on the third floor. It's easy to miss... I could take you up there, maybe, after our coffee?" she glanced at Michael to see if he agreed.

"If Cherry's free," he said, "I've got no plans."

Cherry's eyes flicked down to the inside curves of Lucy's breasts visible through the hole in her dress. "I'd love to," she said.

The shop was a small clothing shop with a half-dozen leather outfits ranging from full suits of clothes to skimpy bra-and-brief sets in the window. The clothing obscured the view of much of the interior, so Cherry had to take Lucy's word that she was not being taken to a sex shop. Once inside, the smell of new leather assailed their nostrils and Cherry breathed it deep into her lungs, gaining an appreciative look from both Lucy and Michael. The shop was simply filled with racks of leather coats, leather dresses, leather bodices, leather pants; leather of all kinds, black and coloured, for the delight and enhancement of those who liked leather.

"Now," Cherry began, "where did that dress come from."

"Oh, you don't really want a dress like this," Lucy told her. "It won't look good. You need something to really show off what you've got..." And with that she dived into the racks, followed by a bemused Cherry. Michael wandered toward the back of the store, to where there were a couple of changing rooms with a seat outside them.

The girl who was looking after the shop nodded politely to him. "They'll probably be a while, from the sound of it," she said.

"I suspect you're right," Michael replied. He settled into as comfortable a position as possible, while she went back to studying the rather large textbook she had been reading. From time to time they could here an 'ooh' or an 'ah' from the two shoppers. Finally, they emerged carrying half a rack of outfits and Cherry was bundled into the changing room to try everything on.

The first outfit was a copy of the dress Lucy was wearing, which Cherry had insisted on trying even if Lucy thought it would not look as good. Cherry emerged a minute or two later wearing the dress and looking miserable. "You're right," she whined. "My tits don't look as good as yours in this."

Lucy prinked over to the older girl like a gazelle that is happy with the day. "Never mind. Try something else on," and she pushed the next outfit into Cherry's arms and pushed her back behind the curtain.

Next was a bustier-style dress that hugged her body all the way down to just above mid-thigh. The built-in cups pushed her breasts up and out and Michael was reasonably sure that Cherry's nipples were barely hidden by the leather. He smiled appreciatively, but Lucy was not so impressed. "Not bad, but I think we can do better."

Cherry nodded. "I look a bit, well, plumped up," she said. Michael, who rather liked the plumped up quality, could not understand this, but a new outfit was needed.

It took another four goes before they were happy and the shop girl was ringing up the total on her till. "Are you sure you don't want me to bag that for you?" she asked as she took Cherry's credit card.

"No, I think I'll wear it. I could use a bag to put my other clothes in." The shop girl handed over the bag with a vague look of 'no way would I be seen in public wearing that' on her face. Cherry, however, had a flush to her face that suggested that her earlier statement about not having sex in public was undergoing a revision.

Michael had to admit that the new outfit looked very overtly sexy. Her top was a halter design with a Velcro-fixed choker neck. The back was low, and a side zip ensured that it fitted tightly around her ribs. The front had a long slit from the choker neck down almost to the hem, and Cherry's magnificent breasts were pressed into two beautiful globes by the fabric. To go with the top, the two women had picked a pair of shorts that really deserved the name. They were cut low across her hips and high across her bottom. They were fantastically tight and there was a zip that ran from the waistband down a strategically useful distance up the back. It was recessed enough in the leather to make it difficult to see, but not impossible. Every man who spotted it would be mentally unzipping it. What Michael knew and they would not was that the zip was two way.


Magic Lessons Part 2



Michael watched as the two girls walked out of the shop ahead of him. Lucy's hips twitched from side to side as she walked, swinging the fringe of her dress away from her legs. The almost bare flesh of Cherry's ass flexed under her shorts hardening Michael's cock with every stride. By now the only thought on his mind was how fast he could get the two of them to a bed.

As they walked into the more public areas of the wall Michael speeded up, cut between the two women, and wrapped an arm around each. His left hand, holding onto Cherry, rested on bare flesh which he began stroking lightly. Cherry let out a soft sigh and then suddenly jerked away. "Oh, Victoria's Secret. They've got these new bras out that I want to try on." She was swinging into the shop before Michael and Lucy could think.

The new bra was a French blue balconette design in stretch lace. Cherry grabbed a matching thong and headed toward the changing rooms. "Lucy, could you come and make sure this fits me okay?" she asked.

"Sure," Lucy replied glancing back at Michael. He found himself another chair outside the changing rooms and sat down to wait.

In the cubicle, Cherry was chatting as she unzipped her top. "It can be really difficult to get good bras that fit when you're a 34D." She reached to the back of her neck and parted the Velcro, releasing her breasts from the leather. "I think it's useful to have another girl to check there's no... unsightly bulges. Y'know?" She dropped the halter top onto a small stool and turned to look at Lucy.

Lucy pounced, catching both of Cherry's wrists and lifting them quickly over her head. Using the extra height provided her by nature and her boots, Lucy pinned Cherry's wrists to the back wall of the cubicle stretched well up above her head. Their bodies pressed together and Cherry started to protest. Lucy silenced her by pressing her mouth hard against Cherry's, her tongue probing between the older girl's lips. At first Cherry resisted, but not for long; the kiss rapidly became two-way and passionate. It was Lucy that broke it eventually, pulling away to nip her way down Cherry's jaw-line. Her teeth bit playfully at Cherry's earlobe and then she began to whisper into Cherry's ear, grinding her body against the half-naked woman as she did so.

"I want you, Cherry. I want to suck on those magnificent tits of yours. I want to lick all the way down your body from your tits and then I want to have you dance on my tongue until you cum. I want to squeeze your tits around Michael's cock and watch him sliding up and down between them. I want to see him cum all over you and then I want to lick his jism off your tits. I want him to push his long, hard cock into your pretty little behind while I eat your pussy, and then when he's cum, spurting all that hot juice up into your ass, I want to push my tongue in where he's been and make you cum 'til you don't know what day it is."

Cherry was panting. Her eyes were tight shut and her skin was flushed. "You want it too, don't you Cherry? You want Michael and me to fuck you. You want us to take you and use you. Don't you Cherry? Just the thought of my tongue in your pussy is enough to make you wet, isn't it?"

"Y-yes," Cherry moaned. "I want it so bad."

Lucy slid her hands down Cherry's arms until she was gripping her biceps, pressing them against the wall. Now she could reach Cherry's nipples with her mouth and she sucked first one, then the other in, lapping at the nipples with her tongue, and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her victim. She closed her teeth lightly on Cherry's right nipple and the little blonde's eyes burst open. Lucy straightened up and looked hard into Cherry's eyes. "Beg me," she said.

Cherry swallowed. "L-Lucy, please make me cum."

"Not good enough."

"Lucy, please, I beg you, please, I'll do anything. Take me somewhere and fuck me."

"You'll do anything?"

"Anything you, or Michael, want me to do, I'll do it if you'll just let me cum."

"Okay, since you've asked so nicely. Now, finish trying on your bra and then we'll go somewhere more secluded."

"I d-don't think I want the bra just now," Cherry whimpered.

"You'll try it on, missy. I'm not having you drag me in here for no reason."

Michael watched the two girls emerge from the changing rooms with a slightly bemused look on his face. He watched as Cherry followed meekly behind Lucy to the checkout, paid for her new bra and panties, and followed her over to where Michael was examining a rack of nightgowns. Lucy leaned toward Michael's ear and whispered, "Looks like you don't need special powers to turn someone into a sex slave."

"Um," Cherry said, her voice meek and unassuming, "I was thinking. There's a place I know of, a friend of mine told me about it. I've wanted to go there for a while, but I've never had someone I thought I could go there with. W-we could go there."

"Sounds... interesting," Michael said. "Let's try it."

Cherry seemed to lose her nerve a little as she had to walk outside in her skimpy leather outfit. Michael gripped her waist tighter and propelled her out into the sunlight. "If you don't keep walking," he told her in a low voice, "I'll open up those little shorts of yours and finger fuck you on the hood of your car." She stiffened slightly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"N-no," Cherry whimpered.

"Don't lie, Cherry." He slipped his fingers a little way into the waistband of her shorts and she gasped. "You're just a walking, dripping pussy right now. You'd do anything to get fucked."

Cherry let out another little whimper. "Oh, god, yes," she moaned. "Th-that's my car." She indicated a Ford saloon and started searching for her keys in her bag.

"At least it's bigger than Julia's," Lucy commented. Squeezing into the back of the sports car Julia Calvin drove had given her cramp on more than one occasion.

Michael climbed into the back seat this time. He wanted Lucy to sit in the front beside Cherry. As they drove south toward the place Cherry had mentioned, Michael leaned forward and whispered in Lucy's ear. She listened intently and, when he had sat back down, she pushed herself up off her seat, pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, and sat back down again. Cherry swerved the car suddenly, but dragged it back under control. "What are you doing?" Cherry asked. "Someone will see."

"Through the car door?" Michael asked.

Lucy was now stroking her neatly trimmed bush. She pushed her middle finger between her pussy lips and found her clit, stroking it lightly to get her juices flowing. She let out a soft groan and slid the finger down her folds and into her cunt. "Mmm, this feels good," she moaned. She slid her index finger in alongside the other one, then began to massage up and down between clit and cunt. "Ooh, Cherry, this is sooo good. I want you to be doing this," she pouted, "but you have to drive."

Lucy pulled her fingers out of her pussy and pushed them under Cherry's nose. Cherry breathed in deeply. "I w-want to be doing that, too," Cherry said in a small voice. Lucy could see Cherry's nipples struggling against the leather of her halter top. With a wicked grin on her face, she pushed a hand through the hole at the front and rubbed pussy juice over Cherry's straining nipple. "Oh, g-god!" Cherry groaned. "We're almost there."

Lucy pushed her hand back into her pussy, slipping all four fingers inside and stroking herself as rapidly as she could. "Yes," she hissed, "I am. Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!" Her body shook, held down by the seatbelt. Slowly she relaxed enough to pull down her dress as Cherry turned the car into the car park of what appeared to be a small, private club.

The name above the door was 'Restrain Yourself'. Looking very flushed indeed, Cherry led the way through the large panelled door and into an air-conditioned lobby. Behind the small reception desk was a tall blonde girl in an immaculate, white silk shirt. "Good afternoon," she said. "How may we help you?"

Cherry looked slightly abashed, but this place was her choice so she knew she would have to deal with it. "Yes, we'd like to hire a room for a while."

The receptionist smiled warmly and stood up, handing a sheet of paper on a clipboard to Cherry. "That's our tariff, if you'd like to select a suitable room for your needs I'll check that it's free." Cherry ran her eyes down the tariff. Michael and Lucy feigned boredom as she looked for what she was after.

"The, err, Jacobean Room looks good," she said, finally. "For two, no, three hours?"

The receptionist looked slightly surprised. "As madam wishes." She bent a little closer to Cherry and whispered, "Can they keep you busy for three hours in there?"

"Oh, I think so."

The receptionist raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Michael and Lucy. "Well, if you need any help, just buzz me. I get off in thirty minutes."

"I'll remember that," Cherry said pleasantly. "Now, if you could show us to the room?"

The receptionist nodded and led the way down a corridor to an oak panelled door with 'The Jacobean Room' on the nameplate. She pushed the door open, sliding a little 'in use' marker into place beside the lock. "If there's anything you need, just let me know," she said, and marched back to the lobby.

"Oh wow," Lucy said as she walked into the room. "This is great." The room was filled with bondage equipment: stocks, crosses, suspension frames. There were also several cupboards and, when Lucy opened one, she found that they were filled with numerous sex toys. Lucy looked over at Cherry. "You've been waiting to bring someone here? You are a naughty little girl." Cherry looked meekly down at her feet, while Michael closed the door, and Lucy reached into the cupboard, coming out with a long leather sheath. "Turn around, Cherry," she said. Cherry complied and Lucy slipped he sheath over Cherry's lower arms, strapping them tightly together so that her shoulders were pulled back. Her breasts strained forward at this, giving Michael a most pleasing view of the small blonde's body.

"Blindfold her and bring her over here," he told Lucy, indicating one of the suspension frames. Lucy found a padded, leather blindfold and strapped it over Cherry's eyes. Once Cherry could no longer see, Michael began to hunt through the cupboards. He located a few things that looked interesting, but Lucy was waiting for him with Cherry under the frame.

The arm sheath Lucy had chosen came with fixing rings and Michael attached these to ropes coming down from the frame. Pulling on the ropes hauled Cherry's arms upward at the wrists, forcing her head down. Michael stopped when Cherry's arms were a little above the horizontal. He retrieved a spreader bar with ankle cuffs from a cupboard and fitted them around Cherry's legs, spreading them to about three feet at the bottom. This pulled the angle of her arms a little higher and she let out a soft cry of pain.

"Take off her top, Lucy," Michael said. "Then take off your dress. Leave those boots on, your legs look stunning in them." While Lucy did as he asked, Michael undressed, wandering about as he did so to examine the other devices in the room. Naked, he turned back to where the two women were waiting.

Deciding on a course of action, Michael walked around to stand behind Cherry. Reaching down, he slowly unzipped her straining shorts from the back around to between her legs. Cherry let out a long, low moan as the leather relaxed across her bottom. Her ass cheeks were spread from the angle her body was at, and Michael now had full access to her pussy and ass. His cock twitched at the thought of burying himself in Cherry's pert little ass, but she was Lucy's slave... "Lucy, what do you think we should do with this slutty little cunt?" he asked.

Lucy ignored the whimper that escaped Cherry's lips. The older girl was panting again. Lucy reached into a cupboard and took something out, a small vibrator. "You come over here and fuck her face," she said. "I'll deal with that end."

They exchanged places, and Lucy was delighted at the exposed flesh revealed by the undone zip in Cherry's shorts. She squatted down behind Cherry and pushed her face into Cherry's sopping wet bush. Her tongue darted out to taste Cherry's juices and Cherry jerked forward, her mouth opening with the start of an "oh." Michael stopped it by grabbing her hair and pushing his cock down her throat.

Lucy's tongue set up a rhythm in Cherry's pussy, while Cherry began to hungrily suck on Michael's cock as he slid it in and out of her mouth. With each thrust he could feel her throat against the head of his penis, but he knew he could push deeper and determined he would as Cherry's excitement grew.

Lucy worked her tongue over Cherry's clit, sliding between her pussy lips, pushing into her cunt, and lapping rapidly. When she was sure Cherry was well worked up, she lifted the vibrator and slid it into Cherry's anus. It slipped in easily, but Cherry still jerked away from the sudden intrusion. The sudden action pushed Michael's cock straight down Cherry's throat and he kept it there for several seconds before pulling out. Now Cherry knew that each thrust would be deeper than the last. Lucy turned the vibrator on, and began to twist it lightly against the walls of Cherry's anus as Michael slid his cock once more down Cherry's throat.

Unable to see, disoriented, assailed in three holes with sensation she could do nothing to stop, Cherry felt her first orgasm building between her legs. It spread rapidly out into her body and her back arched as it racked her frame. It was followed rapidly by another, and another. She felt Michael's cock swelling in her mouth and knew that he would soon cum, knew that he would soon by pumping his juice deep into her throat, and the thought drove her to another orgasm.

She came out of it enough to relax her throat as Michael's swollen shaft drove deep into her throat and stayed there as it began to pulse and then to jerk with the effort of spewing jism into her body. She swallowed as hard as she could, feeling some of the juice running out of her mouth even as she did so.

Michael pulled out of Cherry's mouth, and she just had long enough to draw a single breath before Lucy's ministrations drove her to another, shattering climax.

Lucy and Michael relaxed the rope holding Cherry's arms up and she sagged to her knees, unable to stand without support. She could hear Michael and Lucy talking in low voices, but her addled brain could make no sense of the words. Suddenly she was lifted to her feet, the cuffs removed from her ankles, along with her sandals, the restraint removed from her arms. She expected the blindfold to be next, but it stayed on. Instead, she felt hands unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs. "This way, Lucy," Michael said, leading her across the room. "Step up," he added after a few paces and she felt a wooden board against her bare toes. She stepped up and Michael guided her another step forward until her ribs came in contact with a padded wooden bar.

"W-what's going on," she whimpered, but neither of them answered her. Instead her arms were stretched out and placed in cuffs, her legs were spread wide and also cuffed to something. She felt open, exposed. Then the bar against her rib cage was raised up until the upper surface, velvet covered and soft, lifted her breasts with it. The bar stopped right under the base of her breasts, pushing them up and forward. There was, she realised, a depression in the bar that was cupping her breasts a little, pushing them together. Someone placed a strap around her back, tightening it so that she could not possibly back away from bar, even as far as her arms would stretch. She thought it was over until she felt another bar closing down on the top of her breasts. It, too, was padded and there was no pain, but with the top bar closed down, her breasts were pressed closely together and out from her chest. With her legs spread lewdly and her tits squashed out on display, Cherry had never felt more like a slut in her life; and she had meekly allowed herself to be put into this position.

Michael slipped the blindfold off her head. It had to be Michael, because Lucy was standing in front of her, grinning in a manner that told her that this particular ordeal was far from over. Cherry glanced down and realised that she was clamped into the oddest set of stocks she had ever seen. Tit stocks! They seemed made for her large breasts, Lucy was too small and firm for them to take proper hold. She could see that the exposed skin of her tits was flushed with blood, and her nipples were more distended than she had ever seen before. However had invented this device clearly had someone like Cherry in mind.

"Now what shall we do with you?" Lucy mused. "Ah, I know." She dropped to her knees in front of Cherry, becoming immediately invisible behind Cherry's forward-thrust tits. Where she had gone became obvious, however, as Cherry felt thumbs pushing aside her pussy lips, followed rapidly by a tongue lapping quickly at her clitoris. Cherry let out a loud moan as Lucy began kneading her mons while tonguing her clit hard and fast.

Michael appeared around the side of the stocks, grinning brightly. He was looking down at where Lucy was at work and, as he watched, his cock rose from half-mast to near vertical. Cherry stared brazenly back at him, watching his cock stiffen. Her arousal grew with his shaft and she knew that she was going to cum soon if Lucy kept going. Lucy knew it too and, as Cherry's excitement grew to near crescendo, she stood up, pussy juice shining all over her grinning face, leaving Cherry to cry out in frustration.


"Not yet, little slut," Lucy said. She glanced over at Michael and he handed her a bundle of wire. From the bundle, Lucy extracted first one, then a second nipple clamp, settling each into place over one of Cherry's blood-engorged nipples. Each clamp had a little knob attached, allowing it to be tightened as much as was required, and Lucy tightened them until she heard Cherry wince. Then she would let go, and the nipple would be pulled hard down, stretched tight against the breast, by the attached weight. With both clamps in place, the reason for the connecting wire became clear as Lucy showed Cherry the little remote control. "Yes," she said as realisation dawned on Cherry's face, "they vibrate." Lucy turned the control knob on the remote and the little weights began to hum. Shivers of sensation burst through Cherry's breasts. Her nipples felt they had been hard-wired to her brain. She let out a long, low groan, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

A minute or so later, when Cherry had calmed down from the initial burst of sensation, Lucy dropped to her knees again, slid her thumbs up between Cherry's pussy lips, and began massaging her clit once more. Cherry felt another pair of hands, Michael's, sliding over her inner thighs. He slid his palms over her ass cheeks and then up her sides as far as the belt around her ribs. Small shivers ran through her body at his touch. She would cum this time, she knew it. She felt Michael's finger's twine into her hair and he pulled her head around so that he could force his mouth against hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, stroking along her upper teeth, skipping over the tip of her tongue. She responded, pressing her own tongue out against his. She could feel the start of an orgasm building between her legs. Her knees began to tremble.

Lucy stopped licking, stood up, and said, "Michael?"

Michael broke off the kiss and nodded to her before moving behind Cherry, out of her field of vision. The nipple clamps were still humming, but Lucy had turned them down so that the surge of sensation through Cherry's breasts had reduced to a trickle.

Cherry felt Michael's hands on her ass cheeks again. He slid them up her sides to the belt, but this time slid them back down, cupping her ass in his hands, pushing out to spread her wide. She felt the head of his cock between her cheeks. It was slick and slightly sticky; lubricated. The head of his cock found the narrow opening of her anus and her eyes widened. "No!" she gasped. "You can't mean to..." The pressure increased on her sphincter as he pressed on it. Involuntarily, she tightened her muscles, increasing the pain. "Oh, god, no," she moaned. "It hurts."




Magic Lessons Part 2



Then she heard Lucy's breathy voice in her ear. "Don't you remember what I told you," she whispered. "I told you I was going to eat you out while Michael fucks you in the ass." Cherry whimpered in recognition. "I said I was going to have him cum inside you, and then I was going to lick his juice out again. That's what I said, wasn't it?" Cherry groaned and nodded. The words made her feel wanton. She had agreed to those words, in a cubicle in Victoria's Secret, naked from the waist up.

Michael felt Cherry's body relax again and pressed the advantage. The head of his cock slipped through her sphincter, eliciting a yelp of pain from her. He stopped, allowing the pain to subside. As her muscles began to relax once more, he pushed in a little, then a little more. It took a little under a minute before he was buried to the hilt in Cherry's ass, and then Lucy turned the nipple clamps back up and began her clit massage once more.

As the pleasure through her nipples and pussy began to grow again, Cherry relaxed more, and Michael began to stroke in and out of her ass. He did it slowly, very slowly, enjoying the incredible tightness of Cherry's virgin ass. He leaned forward a little so he could whisper into Cherry's ear. "God, Cherry, this feels so good. You're so tight. It's like you've got your fist clamped 'round me. Except it's not your fist, it's your ass. I'm fucking your tight little ass with my big, thick cock. How do you feel about that, Cherry?"

Cherry groaned. "I... oh... -m a slut, a whore," she moaned incoherently. "Want more cock."

Lucy stood up at that. She did not turn off the nipple clamps and Michael continued his slow pumping of Cherry's ass, but Lucy went away for a second or two and returned with a huge, fake penis. She grabbed Cherry's chin and forced her to look at the magnificent latex shaft. "Not full enough yet, slut?" Lucy asked. "We'll try you with this then, shall we?"

Lucy vanished below Cherry's breast-obscured field of vision and suddenly Cherry felt the head of the dildo being pushed into her. It was, she realised, enormously think as well as long; she was being rent in half by the enormous cock being forced, relentlessly into her cunt. Michael's own swollen member was filling her ass while the latex cock filled her pussy. Her nipples were being assaulted by a combination of pain and pleasure that matched the sensations stemming from her behind. And the worst thing of all was that Cherry knew that all this humiliation was going to make her cum like she had not had sex in a decade.

Lucy was fascinated to watch the dildo as it pressed deeper and deeper into Cherry's cunt. She could actually see the skin distending to make way for the latex prick. She pushed it deeper and deeper, until she could feel more solid resistance, and then she activated the vibrator buried in the shaft. The effect was almost as electric on Michael as it was on Cherry. He could feel the vibrations throbbing through his cock, clamped as it was in Cherry's ass muscles. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating and Michael was unable to thrust for a while as her muscles clamped around the two cocks filling her body. "S-s-s-so f-f-full," she stammered. "N-never felt s-so full." Then Lucy bent forward and began licking at her clit and Cherry's world dissolved into orgasm after orgasm.

As Cherry's muscles alternated between clamping him firmly and allowing him free movement, Michael concentrated on fucking when he could and enjoying the incredible tightness when he could only stand still. He was sure the intervals between contractions of her muscles were getting shorter; soon she would lock him tight inside her and he would be unable to move until she blacked out. He did not reckon on the sudden spasms that began to rack her internal muscles. It was like being inside a milking machine as her muscles began sucking on his cock. Her head lolled back against him. Her eyes were open, but rolled back; she was barely conscious. Michael felt his orgasm growing from the root of his cock, which Cherry seemed to be determined to suck off and swallow through her anus. He came, thrashing desperately against her tightening ass, pumping jet after jet of cum into her body. Just as he began to think he could take no more, Cherry's body relaxed, and Michael slid free.

Michael crawled away to a small wash area hidden in a corner of the room and cleaned himself up. When he came back to the girls, he found that Cherry had been removed from the stocks, and fitted into a yoke of some kind that clamped her legs apart and her wrists closer together. Her arms were stretched down between her legs, but to keep that position, she had to have her knees bent up almost to her shoulders. Michael immediately worked out Lucy's objective, this exposed Cherry's butt, forcing her ass cheeks apart, and giving easy access to her anus. "You're really going to do that?" he asked her.

"As soon as she wakes up. I figure she'll cum so hard it'll pop her socks off."

"She's not wearing socks," Michael observed. At that moment, Cherry groaned and shifted her head. Michael looked around for somewhere to sit to watch the show, and found a seat in the perfect viewing position.

"You sit there," Lucy told him. "I'll make you more comfortable." The seat was a padded bench with a back rest and two arms rising up from the back. Michael sat down with the bench between his legs and, against his better judgement, allowed Lucy to cuff his wrists to the tops of the arms, his ankles to the end of the bench, and to strap a think restraining belt around his waist. "Now watch," she told him.

Lucy dropped to her knees behind Cherry. The older girl tossed her head around, and spotted Michael strapped to the chair. "Where's Lucy?" she asked, and was rewarded by the sensation of Lucy's tongue sliding up from the bottom of her pussy up to her anus and back down. Cherry let out a groan, followed by another as Lucy shifted position and began to probe into Cherry's ass with her tongue. The task was made much easier by the stretching the hole had already been given. "Uunngh," Cherry managed. "Lucy... oooh that feels good... no, you can't... oh, oh, oh." She carried on like that as Lucy rimmed her as hard as she could trying, it appeared, to lick out all the juice Michael had pumped in there.

Michael could not believe he was watching his girlfriend sucking on the ass of another of his lovers. His limp cock began to rise as he watched the display. This was what Lucy was after, he figured. She would eat Cherry out in front of him, get him hard again, and then fuck him while he sat, unable to move, on the chair. She was his slave, his fuck toy, but sometimes a slave had to know when to take the top role to bring greater pleasure to her master.

"Oh, fuck, Lucy, yes!" The climactic cry from Cherry signalled her latest orgasm. She strained against the yoke, trying as valiantly as she was able to wrench the oak apart. She failed, of course, but her orgasm was all the stronger for it. Lucy unlocked her then and turned to where Michael was sitting.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he replied. "I think she did, too." Cherry climbed to her feet and nodded dumbly. "What are you going to do now?"

"First," Lucy said, "we're going to gag you." She produced a ball gag from behind his chair and presented it to his closed mouth. "Open wide," she chimed. Michael opened his mouth as wide as he could, and Lucy still had to force the ball past his teeth. Buckling the straps around his head seemed redundant, but she did it anyway.

"Now we're going to fit this," Lucy told him and produced a plastic tube with thin hoses attached to it from behind the chair. As he watched dumbfounded, she slid the end of the tube over the head of his cock and turned something behind the chair. The tube was sucked onto his shaft and he could feel a lubricated latex liner wrap around his penis as the device latched onto him.

Then, as he and Cherry watched in growing dismay, the tube began to slide up his shaft. It cycled up for several inches and then slid back down again. Michael let out a loud groan of pleasure, somewhat muffled by the gag. It felt as though his cock was nestled in the tight-fitting pussy of a woman whose muscles were stroking up and down his shaft. The worst of it was that the thing was not touching the head of his cock at all. Like this it would take him hours to cum. From the way Lucy was grinning at him that was exactly what she had in mind.

"Next, Cherry and I are going to put on a little show for you," Lucy told him and, before Cherry could say anything about it, she turned to the older girl, wrapped an arm around her waist, and locked lips. Michael could do nothing other than watch as Cherry relaxed into the kiss. Her large breasts were pressed against Lucy's smaller ones, their arms intertwined as the kiss deepened. He could imagine the probing of female tongue against female tongue. He wondered what their breasts felt like to each other. His cock managed to get stiffer within the confines of the masturbation machine and he let out another groan.

Lucy and Cherry had dropped to their knees now, and Lucy had a thing of wonder in her hand. It was eighteen inches long and made of purple latex; a double-ended dildo with some kind of articulated skeleton inside it. When Lucy bent it into a U-shape, it stayed bent so that she could slide it (very slowly, Michael thought) up into her pussy, and then Cherry could slide onto the other prong of the U so that they were effectively stapled together. They went back to hungrily kissing each other, squirming to work the dildo inside them as they did so. Cherry was soon making little mewling noises into Lucy's mouth, and Lucy's breath was coming rapid and short.

Lucy pulled back slightly. "T-turn around," she ordered. "On all fours." It was not easy, but with some twisting and turning, they ended up facing away from each other, on all fours, with the dildo now passing in a more-or-less straight line between their two pussies. They rocked forward on their arms and knees and Michael watched as eight inches of purple latex appeared, as if by magic, from between them. They pushed back until their bottoms met, Lucy's back arching with the sheer sensation of driving the fake cock into her body. They pulled apart again, faster this time, closing the gap quickly so that their asses slapped together. A growl of animal pleasure escaped from Lucy's throat. "Faster!" she groaned, and Cherry complied. Soon they were driving the double cock in and out like a piston and Michael was seeing flashes of purple between them, little more. He groaned again as the machine stroked his cock into pleasant torment and he watched Cherry's tits bouncing with the rhythm of their fucking.

Lucy felt her orgasm building and knew it was close. It felt as though there was a slow explosion happening deep down in her stomach. With a burst of light that seemed blinding, her climax ripped through her body. She heard screaming and dimly recognised her own voice. Exhausted, she fell forward and felt the dildo slip out of her cunt. There was a brief instant of loss, emptiness. She rolled onto her back and looked up at Cherry, still bucking frantically against thin air with almost a foot of latex dildo sticking out of her reddened pussy.

"I'm, I'm not finished," Cherry wailed. "Oh, god, Lucy, please let me... make me cum." Michael knew how she felt, though part of his mind was wondering how many more times she expected to climax that afternoon.

"Turn over, Cherry," Lucy said wearily. "Lie on your back and spread your legs." Cherry complied as Lucy crawled toward her. Michael watched, amazed, as Lucy opened her mouth and slid the dildo into it, swallowing at least six inches and then clamping her mouth down on it. Then she began to fuck Cherry with the dildo. He watched too as the huge shaft pulled at the skin of Cherry's pussy. The sight of this happening inches from her face seemed to fascinate Lucy. In, out, in, out, over and over again. Cherry's finger dug into her calves where she was holding her legs apart and then her hips began to buck against the slow fucking Lucy was giving her with the dildo.

"Oh, oh, yes, I'm gonna..." Suddenly Cherry pulled down hard on her legs, almost bending herself in half. Her back arched up off the floor and Lucy pulled back from the dildo, grabbing it in one hand and driving it hard and fast into Cherry's climaxing body. After what seemed like ages, she sagged back onto the floor. Calmly, Lucy pulled the dildo out of Cherry, bent it double, and pushed it back in, one end in her pussy, the other into her ass. Cherry jerked at the sudden anal intrusion, but did not attempt to remove it.

Lucy turned to Michael. "Has my Master cum yet?" she asked in a plaintive voice. Michael shook his head. "Does he want to?" Rapid nodding. Lucy reached around to the back of the chair and turned something. The machine went from a slow, steady stroke to frantic pumping in no time at all. Lucy sat down on the bench between Michael's legs and watched as the machine pushed him rapidly over the edge into climax. His jism squirted over the inside of the tube, adding to the lubrication, but once he had cum the vacuum in the tube kept him hard and the machine kept stoking him until another orgasm ripped through his body. A minute or so later, Michael felt himself blacking out under the onslaught of his fifth mechanically induced orgasm. As his vision faded he seemed to fall sideways and found himself lying on the floor looking up at his own unconscious body.

"Oh dear," Lucy said, "he's conked out on us." She turned off the machine and began to unchain his body from the chair.

Yes, that would be about right. Figuring that his body would be out of the picture for a while anyway, Michael left the two girls to their own devices and slipped out of the room. It appeared that they were the only people using the place at that time as, much to his disappointment, Michael could find no one else to watch. Then he arrived at reception.

The receptionist had one hand up her shirt, the other in her panties. Her eyes were fixed to a small colour TV screen under the desk that was currently displaying a picture of Lucy and Cherry kissing. Under the TV, a VCR's indicator lights told Michael that their exploits were being taped. He frowned and focussed his mind on the receptionist.

"Use both hands on your pussy," he told her. The hand that was working a breast slipped down between her spread legs. "That's it. Take your panties and skirt off, you'll be more comfortable." Absently, the receptionist stripped off her clothes. She was shaved, something Michael had never seen before. "Push two fingers into your cunt. That's it, good. Now, you'll keep finger fucking yourself until we come out, but you won't orgasm until I tell you you can. When you've cum, you'll hand me the tape from the VCR." The girl began to work at her pussy and clit and Michael closed his eyes, willing himself back into his body.

When he opened his eyes he found Lucy looking down at him. "I thought you'd gone off for good," she said.

"Just taking a look around," he replied. He was propped up in the chair, but no longer tied to it. Glancing over Lucy's shoulder he could see Cherry bound to a low bench. Her wrists were tethered behind her neck and there was a ball gag in her mouth. He could not see her legs, but he figured they were also fixed down. "What have you got planned?" he asked warily.

"Well, there's just one more little thing I told her I'd do to her before we left." Lucy grinned mischievously and added, "You'll need to be a little harder than this for it."

Michael laughed. "After what that gizmo did to me, I'm not sure I'm capable." He knew he was wrong, he could already feel the stirrings of erection in his shaft, but he was not going to play easy to get.

"Oh, I'm sure we can do something to get you going again," Lucy said. She bent forward, lifting his cock in her hand and wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue flicked over the tip of his penis and he twitched at the sensation. He knew he was growing into her mouth as she sucked down on his shaft. She hummed quietly, sending shivers of pleasure down his shaft and into his body through the root of his cock. "There," she said, pulling away, "that's better."

She stood up and walked around to stand behind Cherry's head. The little blonde was stretched out like a magician's assistant waiting to by cut in two. "Come over here and straddle her chest," Lucy said. Michael got the idea quickly enough. He had been between Cherry's beautiful tits once before, but had never got to finish there. Now, he figured, Lucy was going to give him the chance. He tossed a leg over her body and squatted down a little, not resting his weight on her ribs, so that his cock rested between the globes of her tits. Lucy leaned forward, pushed Michael's cock down against Cherry's breastbone, and then wrapped him in glorious tit-flesh. She looked up at him. "I'm sure you know what to do now," she said.

Michael began to slide his cock, still wet from Lucy's mouth, up and down between Cherry's tits. Lucy was crushing them together with both hands and the feeling of pressure was wonderful. The friction of fucking something that did not self-lubricate added to the sensation. Lucy leaned forward further and began tonguing Cherry's sensitive nipples. Now Michael could feel Cherry writing under him as Lucy's tongue and lips drove her nuts. Only the recent session with the fucking machine was allowing Michael to hold his orgasm back for so long. He let out a long groan. "I'm gonna cum soon," he moaned.

Lucy released her hold on Cherry's breasts and pushed Michael more upright. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she began to furiously pump his cock with her hand. "Oh, god!" Michael groaned out and then he came, pumping rope after rope of jism out and onto Cherry's tits. Lucy was using him like a hosepipe, directing his cum left and right to get a good cover. Eventually Michael sagged back and climbed off Cherry's body.

"I told her I'd suck your cum off her breast," Lucy said, and began lapping the white sticky mess from Cherry's chest. Her tongue slid over the smooth flesh, pulling in mouthful after mouthful. Michael could see that Cherry was enjoying it. She was making little whimpering noises through the gag. He glanced down and noticed that Lucy had not removed the dildo from Cherry's pussy and ass. He reached out, caught hold of the latex, and began to slowly pump it in and out of both of Cherry's holes. A cry of indignation from Cherry was followed by groans of pleasure. Her body began to tremble and, by the time Lucy was finished cleaning the cum from her chest, she was cumming again.

By now the three of them were too tired to consider anything more strenuous than a walk to the car. They dressed and walked out to reception where the receptionist was waiting for them. Her eyes were wild, frantic. Her hands were a blur in her pussy and over her clit. "P-please, sir. Please can I c-cum?" she managed to force out.

Michael looked at her for a few seconds. "Yes, you can cum now."

All three of them were amazed at the explosion of orgasm that was displayed for them. The receptionist stiffened, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure as her head rolled back on her neck. Then her body fell forward again and she began to thrash wildly as her body released all the pent-up tension of waiting to cum. As her body finally calmed down she reached under the desk and there was the whir of some mechanism working. Her hand came up and she handed a video tape to Michael. There was pussy juice on the tape from her hand.

"What was all that about?" Cherry asked as they walked across the parking lot to her car.

Michael handed her the tape. "Nothing really, she was just repressing. Here, a souvenir of our afternoon. I wouldn't show that to your maiden aunt."




Magic Lessons Part 2



"They were taping us?" Lucy said, giggling.

"Like I said," Michael replied with a nod, "not family viewing."

They laughed as Cherry opened the car door and they all piled in. None of them noticed the tall man in the black trench coat that watched them from the shadow of a door across the street.



Magic Lessons Part 3



This story contains scenes of non-consensual, reluctant, and mind-controlled sex, including bondage, fetishism, male-female, and female-female sex. Readers below the age of eighteen should stop reading now. 

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Chapter Twelve

Julia turned on the radio of her hire car. A smooth electro-pop beat began to pipe through the quad speakers of the car, drowning out the air conditioning. She did not know the tune, but it was pleasant enough to drive to. An electronic purr curled through the background of the song, and then the lyrics kicked in.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

They were the kind of high intelligence lyrics Julia was used to in modern pop songs. Well, what the hell.

I just can't get you out of my head, 
Boy your lovin' is all I think about. 
I just can't get you out of my head, 
Boy it's more than I dare to think about. 

She turned the radio off and the music died a sudden death. Images of Michael surfaced in her mind unbidden. Images of him fucking her over the breakfast table. Images of him eating her pussy while Lucy looked in. Images of him buried to the hilt in Lucy's cunt as the blonde cheerleader rode him to climax.

She shook her head to try to clear it and turned the last corner into the parking lot of the hotel she was staying at. Thoughts of Michael were lost in the hassle of checking into a hotel.

Full from a very fine evening meal and pleasantly inebriated from a couple of glasses of a very nice Zinfandel, Julia pushed the door of her room shut with her back and kicked off her heels. She rubbed her feet and walked down the short hall into the room. Her dress was next, a conservative little number in her view, cut to below mid-thigh. She unzipped it at the back and allowed it to slide to the floor. She sighed as the air conditioned atmosphere of the room touched her bare skin, and then headed toward the bathroom, thumping a button (any button) on the TV remote control as she passed it. She made it into the bathroom before the TV kicked into life and sound started coming out.

I just can't get you out of my head, 
Boy your lovin' is all I think about. 

Julia spat water over the bathroom mirror and darted out into the hall. Was someone trying to mess with her head?

I just can't get you out of my head, 
Boy it's more than I dare to think about. 
Every night, every day. 
Just to be there in your arms. 

On the screen, a little blonde nymphet in a white, cowl-necked gown cut so that the front fell between her breasts to below her belly button, was bopping away in a manner that should have displayed her assets to all the world.

Won't you stay? 
Won't you lay? 
Stay forever, and ever, and ever, and ever. 
La, la, la... 

Julia had no idea who the girl was, but she had a body to die for. She looked a bit like the girl that ran the coffee shop, but with less chest.

I just can't get you out of my head... 

Flickering images of Lucy's face looking up with her tongue busy on Julia's clit danced before her eyes. She same image, but she could see Michael pumping into the blonde's pussy at the same time.

...it's more than I dare to think about. 
There's a dark secret in me, 
Don't leave me locked in your heart. 
Set me free. 
Feel the need in me... 

Julia let out a small moan and stabbed the off button on the remote. The voice died and Julia threw herself onto the bed. She reached for the phone.

“Michael,” his mother yelled up the stairs. “Phone. It's Lucy.”

Michael stretched and picked up the cordless phone from his bedside table. He waited until his mother put her extension down and then said, “Hi, lover, feeling wet?”

“Michael? Sorry, it's not Lucy, it's Julia. I didn't want your mother knowing it was me.”

Shit. “Um, sorry Miss…”

“Michael, please can we go back to you calling me Julia?” There was a slight note of pleading in her voice and Michael knew then that he had been forgiven.

“So, I thought you were in Atlanta?” he said.

“I am, thank goodness for AT&T calling cards.”

He grinned, though she could not see it. “You didn't have to call me just to tell me to use your first name, y'know.”

“True. Thing is, I'm being haunted by a blonde singer.”

“Beg pardon?”

Julia laughed, a musical, happy sound. Michael felt better about himself than he had all week. “I needed to hear your voice, Michael. Just talk to me. What have you been doing today?”

“Fucking mostly,” he replied. “I needed to make up with Lucy, like you said, and she very much wanted to do something depraved. We happened to meet a girl I screwed once, she runs that coffee shop at the bottom of the office building you took me to.” Visions of the coffee girl, breasts hanging out of a white gown danced before Julia's eyes. “Lucy and I went off with her and enjoyed ourselves a lot.” Michael knew his conversational skills were limited. Time to turn the tables. “What's your room like? Describe it to me.”

Julia looked around the room and sighed. “Typical Corporate America-style hotel room,” she said. “The walls are beige and papered. There's a band of patterned paper up at the top of the wall that's supposed to be decorative. Green and red swirls on it. I've got two paintings, well prints, to look at. There's an obnoxious little girl in a frilly pink dress, and a landscape, a Turner I think.”

Michael closed his eyes and began to imagine the room Julia was telling him about. “There are two queen-size beds. I don't like kings when I'm sleeping alone and I had no plans for picking anyone up this trip.” She sounded lonely then. “The headboard runs between both beds, there are stupid little cabinets that aren't much use for putting anything in. The main storage space is out in the hall, next to the bathroom. That's about it.”

“No TV? What about the lights? Don't you have windows?”

“Oh, yeah, there's a TV cabinet with some drawers under it. There's a desk in the corner with another phone on it and one of those high-speed network connection boxes. It's a fake-leather top thing, pretty tacky. Two spot halogen bulbs in the ceiling, but I've just got one of the bedside lights on. The whole wall opposite is glass. I suppose I should close the curtains.”

“What about you? Where are you sitting? What are you wearing?”

Julia felt her breath quicken as she thought about her answer. “I'm lying on the bed nearest the door. There's a phone beside the bed here and I'm calling you on that. I took my shoes off when I came into the room, they were high heeled sandals. I ate a lot for dinner so my dress was feeling a bit tight when I came in. I took that off, too. It was a little black thing with a scooped neck.”

“How long?” he asked. His voice sounded breathy.

“Mid-thigh. It's the longest one I have that isn't floor length. It's quite fitted though, and lined. I should have known it would get uncomfortable. It's on the floor beside the bed.”

“So, what does that leave you wearing?” he breathed.

“Thigh-highs with a three-inch lace pattern at the top,” she said. “A stretch lace thong. Black and skimpy. Oh, and a black lace bra that's cut quite low on my breasts. You can just see the tops of my areolas above the lace.” She could hear Michael breathing at the other end of the phone; it seemed a little harder than usual. She could understand the feeling.

“Mmm, yeah, I can just see you lying there, Julia,” Michael said. “You look good, I think.”

“Why thank you kind sir,” she replied with a giggle.

“I think you'd look better without that bra, though,” he said. “Why don't you undo it?”

“Okay. I have to sit up to reach the hooks. One gone, the second one. There, I'm free. I'm slipping the shoulder strap down one arm now. I have to swap the phone to the other hand so I can get the other strap off. Ooh! The air's cold on my skin, my nipples are standing up.”

“Are they hard?”

“Oh, very hard.”

“Touch one of them. Stroke it. Squeeze it.”

“Oh, yeah, that's good. What now, Michael?”

Michael was distracted by a need to unzip his jeans before his cock split them open. “How about you slide your hand down that lovely flat stomach of yours? Slide it down to your panties.”

“Yes?”

“Now slip your fingers into your panties.”

“Umm, yes.”

“Are you wet? Are you waiting for your fingers to find your clit?”

“Ah, yes.”

Michael felt like he could really see her stretching her arm down under the front of her thong, her fingers tenting the fabric. “Or would you prefer my cock inside you? Is that what you want?”

“Oh, Michael, yes, that's want I want. I want to feel that big swollen shaft of yours inside me.”

“Open your legs out for me,” he groaned.

“I've spread them wide apart,” she replied.

Here I come,” he said and, in his mind's eye, he drove into her pussy through the fabric of her thong.

In an Atlanta hotel room, Julia felt Michael's cock enter her pussy. It felt so good, lying there with her knees spread apart, to have him fucking her again that for a brief instant she failed to realise that he was not actually there. “Ooooh, yeah, that feels so good. Yes, Michael, fuck me hard.” His cock slid out almost all the way and then began a pounding rhythm in her vagina. She gasped in pleasure and surprise. “I can feel you, Michael. I can really feel you!” The pumping action did not stop, in fact it got faster. Julia's eyes glazed over. “Fuck me, Michael, fuck me harder.”

In his bedroom, Michael could feel the velvet gloved fist of Julia's pussy wrapped around his cock. He was, he knew, imagining it, but it felt real. He heard her voice asking for him to fuck her and he complied, driving his shaft deep into her cunt in a manner that would have been too violent if she had really been under him.

Julia pulled her hand out of her panties and grabbed hold of a nipple, pulling and twisting, trying to break it off. Her pussy felt as though it was being abused by a hammer-action drill and she loved it. An orgasm was building deep inside her and when it arrived she knew the neighbours would here her.

Michael had to drop the phone as Julia began screaming out her climax into his ear. He didn't stop his pounding into her imaginary body, however. He could feel her thrashing against him, her heels pressed into the small of his back as he rode her to his own climax. He sagged onto the bed and picked up the phone again.

“Th-that was incredible,” he said.

“You don't know the half of it,” he heard from the other end of the phone line. “I really must talk to you about doing the impossible, you know.” She sighed. “I'd better go clean up and get some rest,” she said. “I have a meeting in the morning.”

Michael realised he had cum in his shorts. “Yeah,” he said. “I think I need a shower myself.”

“I'll call you tomorrow,” he heard her say, “and you can do that again.”

Chapter Thirteen

Lucy opened her eyes to find herself looking at a pair of feet. This was pretty odd, but the fact that seemed to be upside down was stranger. She tried to rearrange the view, and found she could barely move, and that was when she realised she was hanging upside down in a suspension frame, her arms stretched out to the sides and her legs spread wide. She was also quite naked apart from her collar.

“Hi, Lucy.” It was Michael's voice, which was reassuring. She looked up (down?) and saw that the feet were his. “It occurred to me that the only person who didn't get tied up this afternoon was you,” he said. “So I thought we should rectify that.” He brought his hand around from behind his back so that she could see the cat-o-nine-tails-style whip he was holding. “And I thought it might be interesting to see what a little thrashing did for you.”

“No, Michael, I'm really not into…” He brought the lash down across one of her legs. “Oh! That… didn't hurt.” Actually, it had felt quite good, like a hundred tiny points of pleasure flashing down the length of her leg.

“I'll have to try somewhere else then,” said Michael, and he walked around to the back of the frame. “Here, perhaps.” The lash smacked into her back and Lucy lurched forward in her frame letting out a small whimper. “How was that?”

Lucy could not speak. The sensation had been a wonderful combination of stinging pain and intense pleasure. “N-not sure,” she got out before another stroke of the whip caught her over her lower back and bottom. “Ooh!” Another stroke in the same place and Lucy had a feeling that something about what was happening was not right. Her pussy was getting wet and her nipples were up. Each stroke of the whip seemed to drive into her pleasure centres as well as stinging her skin.

She was also feeling a little drunk. The blood was rushing to her head making her feel light-headed. Another strike of the whip caught her across the shoulders and she let out a moan. The next was high, wrapping around her inner thigh. It should have been painful, but the pleasure overcame the hurt, and Lucy felt an orgasm beginning.

Michael appeared in front of her once more, standing to the side. The lash came down across her stomach. “Oh, god, Michael, what's happening to me?”

He smiled, bringing the whip down across her breasts. Her eyes closed as the leather strips cut into the sensitive skin, but the sensation of pleasure was intense enough that she almost came. “This is a dream, lover, and here things work how I want. If I want you to feel pleasure from the whip…” It fell across her breasts again and Lucy's body thrashed in her tethers.

“C-can't take much more,” she groaned out.

“Really,” Michael replied, and brought the lash down between her legs. The leather felt like torture, biting into the skin of her pussy and ass, but it also felt like the best fuck she had had in ages. The lash fell again and Lucy's climax flared through her body like mains electricity. She thrashed in the frame as the lash came down once more, piling pleasure on pain on pleasure. Another stroke and her body stiffened, back arched, muscles locked in ecstasy.

She collapsed then, her breathing ragged and her heart pounding. The frame held her up and she was glad for it; she knew she could not stand. She managed to look up to see Michael smiling down at her, then the world seemed to twist and she was lying in a white bed among huge pillows, and Michael was beside her.

“God, but you're a wonderful bastard at times, Michael,” she whispered.

“Thank you, I think.”

“How about fucking my brains out now?”

Michael slipped on top of her and she felt the head of his cock settling between her pussy lips. “I think that could be arranged,” he said.

The following day Lucy met Michael at the mall, but today she was in jeans and a T-shirt. “Not your usual dressing-up clothes these days,” Michael commented as she sipped her coffee.

“No, but last night's dream had a result I wasn't expecting,” she replied. She pushed back in her seat and pulled the front of her shirt up so that he could see her stomach. Slim, red lines could be seen across her skin; whip marks.

“Shit! D-do they hurt?”

“Surprisingly, no. Even the ones across my pussy.”

Michael went bright pink. “Um, wow, I'm sorry, Lucy. It was just a dream; there shouldn't be any effects like that.” He took a gulp of coffee. “I'll ask Julia about it when she calls tonight.”

“She's talking to you again then?”

“Oh yeah.” He grinned. “We had a really interesting conversation yesterday evening.”

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.”

“Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.”

“This was in the dream world, not the astral.”

Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”

“Okay,” Michael said. It was not the answer he had hoped, but it would have to do, he guessed. “Where are you sitting?” he asked, a smile playing over his mouth. “What are you wearing?”

Julia shivered in anticipation at his words. “I'm sitting at the little desk, beside the window. I was late getting back after my meeting so I ordered room service and I've just finished eating. I haven't undressed yet; I'm still wearing my business suit. Sheer silk blouse, tailored jacket, skirt to mid-thigh, black, seamed stockings, and my heeled sandals.”

“Have you drawn the curtains yet?”

“No, let me just…”

“Stop! Stand up and turn to face the window. What can you see?”

She looked out into the Atlanta night. “About two hundred years away, across the hotel parking lot and the road, is another hotel. I can see various room lights on, some have closed drapes. One of the parking lot lights is right below me; it shines in through the window if I don't draw the curtains.”

“Good. Take off your jacket,” he commanded.

She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off one shoulder, swapping the phone to her other hand before allowing the jacket to drop to the floor behind her. “It's off,” she told him.

“Now unbutton your blouse. Don't take it off yet, just let it hang open.” He waited while her fingers undid the little pearl buttons. Her breathing was getting harder and Michael's mind filled with the view standing beside her looking out into the night. Her right hand working out of sight behind her body, only the movement of her arm betrayed what was happening.

“That's done,” she whispered.

“What are you wearing under it?”

“A white lace, half-cup bra,” she breathed. “It opens at the front.”

“Undo the hooks. Now put a hand up to one of those gorgeous nipples of yours.” In his mind's eye, Michael walked up behind her. “Squeeze it, Julia.” He heard a moan from the other end of the phone. “Squeeze it hard for me.”

“Um, yes.”

“Look across the street, Julia. Imagine all the eyes that could be watching you from the hotel. They're watching you squeeze on your tit. And now they're going to watch you take off your blouse and your bra. Do it for me, Julia. Do it for all those people watching you.”

Drawing in a ragged breath, Julia slipped her blouse off one shoulder, then the other. The bra came with it, and the two items of clothing dropped to the ground behind her making barely a sound. Michael imagined himself standing beside her, reaching around to cup her breasts in his hands. He reached out to gently grip her nipples, pulling on them a little, and Julia groaned. “All those eyes, Julia,” he whispered. “All those eyes watching me squeeze your breasts. Watching this wanton woman standing in a window while her breasts are fondled by a younger man. Take off your skirt.”

“Um, don't stop doing that,” she moaned, but her hands were busy at her side unhooking and unzipping her skirt. The pin-striped wool fell into a pool around her feet and she stepped out of it, kicking it aside.

“What are you wearing under it?”

“The stockings are a match for the ones I was wearing yesterday; stay-ups with a three-inch pattern. I'm wearing a white lace g-string with them, nothing else.”

“Take off your panties.” She hooked her thumbs into the strings at either side of her hips and pushed down the scrap of lacy fabric. She slipped it off one past one pointed heel, then the other and tossed it aside. Immediately she felt Michael's hands on her ass, squeezing the cheeks, kneading her flesh. “Spread your legs for me. I find the thought of you standing their in stockings and high heels very exciting. I'm sure all those other people in the other hotel are excited as well. Don't you?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered. She could feel his hands slipping down between her legs, parting her pussy lips. “The men are stroking themselves and wishing they were you, and the women are wishing they had your big cock inside them.”




Magic Lessons Part 3



“Like this?” She felt him slide into her. It seemed to take hours for him to fill her entirely.

“Oh, god, yessss. I can see them watching me.” She felt his hands return to her breasts, fingers sliding over her smooth skin and sending flickers of pleasure throughout her body. “They can see me with a hot stud between my legs, and they want to be me. All those hot stares, Michael. Oooh!”

“That's right, all those men wishing they were here, wishing they were fucking you up against the window.” He drew his mental cock out of her almost completely, and then began to pump into her, felling her inner muscles clench around him as he had done the night before. “Put your hand down between your legs, Julia. Play with your clit while I fuck you.” Her hand found the button he wanted her to press and began to stroke it feverishly. She was close to a climax. She felt the cold glass press against her breasts and knew she was leaning against the window, but she could still feel Michael's ghost-hands stroking the flesh of her breasts. The stroking became a firm grip as he started driving his shaft more rapidly into her cunt; he was close to orgasm, too.

Her fingers began to work frantically against her clit as she felt the first flashes of electric climax burst through her cunt. Her back arched, pressing her stomach against the glass, and her head rolled back on her shoulders. The telephone fell to the floor as she lost her grip on it, but now it did not matter. Her inner muscles were clenching uncontrollably and she felt Michael make one, last, stabbing thrust deep inside her before he came. She could feel his hot jism pumping into her. Rope after rope of burning fluid shocked her paralysed body. She felt like she wanted to stay this way forever.

But then it was over. Michael's ghostly body faded from her senses and she sagged onto the carpet, scrabbling for the phone. “Michael? Are you still there?”

“Body's here, not sure about mind,” he mumbled.

She smiled, she knew what he meant. “I'm going to go take a shower, I'll call you tomorrow.”

“'Kay,” she heard, and the line went dead. She returned her own receiver to its cradle and headed toward the bathroom. After stumbling twice she kicked off her heels and went the rest of the way in only her stockings. By the time she made it she was well aware of how wet she had got during her phone call.

She started the shower running and pulled off her left stocking. “Another new pair in the morning,” she griped, and then something about the wetness soaked into the patterned stocking top caught her eye. She looked more closely, frowned, and then reached between her legs. “Th-that's not possible,” she said after a few seconds of disbelief.

Chapter Fourteen

“Michael? Michael, wake up.” The voice was unfamiliar. Michael's eyes flickered open to see an olive-brown face looking down at him. Whoever she was, she was stunningly attractive. Large, brown eyes with an exotic shape he could not quite put his finger on. Firm cheekbones framing the kind of features a fashion model would kill for. Full, red lips, slightly parted now, with perfect teeth just visible. Her hair was very long and blacker than anything Michael had seen in his life before.

“Who… who are you?” he stammered.

“My name is Cleopatra. Julia Calvin asked me to pay you a little visit.”

“C-Cleopatra?”

“Well, obviously not the Cleopatra. No, she lived several generations after me and had no talent what so ever. Still, you seduce an emperor and everyone thinks you're fabulous.”

“A-after you? She lived after you?”

“Yes, dear boy, I've been dead for thousands of years.” She smiled at him as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Michael sat up, realising that he was no longer in his bed. The room was a perfect example (as far as Michael knew) of an Egyptian queen's bed chamber. The walls were painted in bright colours. The bed was a four-poster of ancient design, and huge, cushions scattered everywhere. There was a large window, without glass, through which Michael could see a city of some kind.

Cleopatra saw him looking. “That's Alexandria, or my memory of it. It's not real of course; I maintain this whole dreamscape just so I don't feel homesick. You'd think the first thousand years would rid you of that, but Egypt was so much part of my family's blood.” She shrugged.

“So, when you died, you were able to keep your… spirit going here in the dream world?”

“Well done, yes. It's not that difficult if you have the will power; most people don't.” Michael was now painfully aware that this very attractive, very exotic woman was also naked from the waist up. Her white skirt fell down to her ankles, her headdress was incredibly ornate, and she was wearing a beautiful pectoral of gold and lapis lazuli, but her breasts were bare, the areolas and nipples reddened with makeup. “Julia came to me because of something you did tonight.”

“Um, we just talked.” Quite why he was embarrassed to mention the sex in front of this woman, Michael did not know, but embarrassed he was.

“You had sex over a telephone line,” Cleopatra said bluntly. “More than that, you came inside her.”

“I had better control this time,” Michael said, a little smugly. “Last night I made a bit of a mess of myself, but I managed to stop myself this time.”

“No, you didn't hear me right. You did not stop yourself, you came inside Julia. You managed to… I don't believe I'm saying this. You managed to translocate your semen into Julia.”

“Trans-what?” Michael was a little confused.

“Translocate; move from one place to another without crossing the intervening space.”

“Sort of like the transporters in Star Trek?”

“Michael, I have never seen a TV set and, while I have heard of Star Trek, I have no idea what the 'transporters' do in it. Essentially, in a state of orgasmic bliss, you still had enough will power available to transport matter a considerable distance into an internal cavity of another human without causing damage to either of you. Julia believes that to be impossible, which is why she came to me.”

“And what do you think?”

“I think that you are a young man with a lot of talent. What you did is not impossible, but it does require a level of will and a kind of belief that is becoming increasingly lacking in the modern world.” She grinned. “You appear to be something of a throwback. You would have fitted in well in my time; sorcery was quite common in those days.”

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?”

“Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't change the real world just like that.”

“Julia said it used to be easier, um, to change things in the real world.”

Cleopatra nodded. “In my time magic was more common because it worked, even for people with no talent. People believed in it, so it worked. We used to use poppets, voodoo dolls, to bring harm to people. Our burial rituals were all based around magic and belief. It was a way of life.” One of her hands strayed across to rest on Michael's chest, her fingers playing lightly over the bare skin. “In modern times, people believe in nothing. Religion no longer raises the awe it once did, even to those who still say they believe. Life has become… mundane.”

Her hand had moved down across Michael's stomach as she spoke. Now it wrapped lightly around his naked cock, stroking the semi-hard shaft. Her little speech had distracted him from her body, but now the relaxation that had been overtaking his hard-on was thrown aside by the contact of her hand. He let out a low groan as her thumb grazed over his fraenulum and her fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing slightly.

“I find you very attractive, Michael,” she told him, her voice calm and low. “I know I'm a little older than you, but I hope you find me attractive?” Michael nodded dumbly as her hand began to slide up and down his shaft. “Good. When I was alive, my lovers were restricted by affairs of state. My advisers could not risk a pregnancy by anyone but a suitable mate. So I would come here to satisfy myself with anyone I wished.” Her free hand reached up and pulled her headpiece out of her hair. “Now, of course, here is all I have, but I have much the same… appetite.”

She bent forward, her exquisite mouth opening to kiss the tip of his cock. Michael gasped at the feather-light touch, and then her lips enclosed him in their warmth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the pre-cum that had formed at the end of his penis. He felt her lips sliding down the length of his shaft, her tongue sliding out to lick around the sides and underside as she took the whole length of him into her mouth. He felt her tonsils touch him, felt her push deeper until her nose pressed against his stomach. It felt like heaven. Slowly, very slowly, she slid back, raising her head until his cock slipped free of her ruby lips.

“Ooooh, my god!” Michael gasped. “How do you do that without breathing?”

Her hands were now clasped, one around his shaft, the other around his balls, the sensations driving him deeper into lust. “Simple really. This is a dream, we don't need to breathe. Maybe being dead helps you realise it.” Her thumb stroked once more over his fraenulum and he twitched violently. “I can deep throat a man until the cows come home.” Her head ducked down once more and she began another long, slow, drawn-out descent along his shaft until the head of his penis was buried in the back of her throat.

“I'm… gonna… cummmmmm,” Michael growled, and his hips twitched, pushing himself deeper into her throat. She hummed her agreement and squeezed his balls, pushing him completely over the edge. He felt rope after rope of cum erupting from his cock and into Cleopatra's throat. He was cumming down the throat of a Queen of Egypt and she was enjoying every second of it.

As his orgasm subsided, she slid off him, licking her lips, and grinning wickedly. “That was nice, you taste good.” She climbed up onto the bed, parting her skirt as she did so, and straddled his hips. “Now I want to see how you feel.”

“I don't think I can…”

“Of course you can, Michael. This is my dreamscape; men stay hard here for as long as I want them to.” She lifted his cock to her pussy and slipped him into herself without another word. She was right, he realised as she bore down on him, he would not go soft until she was finished with him.

He was amazed at how tight she was. Lucy had been tighter than Julia, and he had expected this to be a trend with older women. Cleopatra was about as old as he was ever likely to meet and her pussy was almost as tight as Cherry's ass had been. Her felt her ass come to rest on his hips and knew that he was all the way inside her. “How does that feel?” she asked.

“I-incredible,” he stammered out.

“How about this?” Suddenly her inner muscles were stroking over his cock in much the same way that the masturbation machine had worked him. This time, however, the head of his cock was being squeezed at the top of each stroke and Michael knew he would cum very quickly if she kept this up. His head pressed hard back into the pillow he was lying on and he gritted his teeth in an effort to avoid cumming. “Let it out, Michael. You can cum a dozen times and I'll still have your lovely thick cock to keep me happy.” Her muscles squeezed him down the length of his shaft and he came, his hips bucking against her.

She began to ride him then, sliding herself up until he was almost out of her, and then plunging down on him like a swooping falcon. Her pace quickened. She braced her hands on his chest to give herself better balance and drove herself up and down on his shaft, inner muscles rippling as she did so. Michael felt his third orgasm coming fast, and this time allowed himself to just go with it, bucking his hips up into her to counter her own actions. “That's it, lover,” she crooned. “That's so fucking good.”

As his third orgasm subsided, Michael pushed up on one hip, throwing her onto her back and leaving him, still inside her, on top. “Oh, Michael, so forceful,” she said, locking her legs across his lower back. “Fuck me, darling. Fuck me like the whore I am.”

Michael began to slam his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. With each thrust he felt the head of his cock butt up against the top of her vagina. Her muscles played with him every step of the way, teasing him, squeezing him, making every thrust a slightly different experience. He came again, but managed to keep his body pumping into her even through the haze of flashing lights that seemed to fill his skull.

“Unngh, yes, Michael, that's it. Nearly there. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, Isis, yesssss!” Every muscle in her body seemed to strain at the same time. Her legs clamped down on him, forcing him deep inside her, where her cunt grabbed hold of him and would not let go. Her back arched up, giving him a delightful view of her full, sweat-covered breasts with their rose-tinted nipples. He twitched his hips in an effort to move inside her, and her muscles rippled in response, wringing another orgasm out of him. Fireworks went off inside his brain and the world seemed to spin away from him.

Lying together afterwards, Cleopatra's fingers playing languidly around Michael's shaft, she told him one last thing she thought he needed to know.

“There are people who will come looking for you because of your talent. They have hunted the stronger sorcerers for years. Their intent will not be to invite you to an orgy. You must avoid them until you are strong enough to fight them.”

“And you will teach me?” he asked. Quite calmly, he reached out a hand and stroked one finger over her clitoris.

“Ah! Yes, if you keep doing things like that, I'll teach you anything you want to know. Come to me tomorrow night, we'll begin your lessons then. Now you have to go, it's almost dawn in the real world.”

Michael slipped out of bed and turned toward the door of the bed chamber. He figured that would be a good way to leave the dreamscape.

“Oh, Michael.”

“Yes?” he asked, looking back.

“Bring your little friend Lucy with you. There are things she should learn as well and…”

“What?”

“I haven't had a young woman in my bed for a decade.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Well, I say he got what he deserved,” Michael's mother remarked apropos of nothing at breakfast the following morning.

“Pardon, Mom?” Michael glanced up from his own section of the paper, the funnies. Ever since he had used his power on his mother, Michael had been feeling guilty about it. He had taken to eating breakfast with her at the very least, even though they hardly ever really said anything to each other anyway. At first she had been a little surprised at his sudden desire to be with her, but was actually starting to like having her son available to throw comments at now and again.

“Oh, there was a rapist caught, um, last week I think. He admitted to multiple rapes, claimed he was a reformed character, even gave away the bar he owned to one of his victims.”

“That sounds great, Mom.”

“He was found dead in his cell yesterday morning. It says here he died in his sleep of a heart attack.”

Michael swallowed. The Stalker, Mickey, was dead and it sounded a lot like he had died in a dream. “Yeah,” he said, “sounds like he got what he deserved. Look, Mom, I gotta go out.” He struggled out of his seat and rushed for the door, grabbing a jacket as he went.

“Yeah, yeah, don't break the door down.” The voice was muffled by the thick door of the bar. Michael had been hammering on it for five minutes. The door opened, stopped after an inch or two by a thick metal bar. An eye looked out at him. “What do you want?”

“Kelly? Is that you?” The space behind the door was in too much shadow for Michael to see who was standing there, but the voice sounded right.

“Yeah, I'm Kelly, who are… Oh shit, you!”

Michael nodded. “Me. I need to talk to you.”

“I guess you'd better come in.” The door closed, and then opened fully, allowing Michael to step inside. Kelly closed and locked the door behind him and he turned to look at her. She was just as sexy in real life as she had been in her dream, only now she was a confident woman, the owner of a bar, rather than the frightened creature he had rescued. She was dressed in a black silk wrap, tied loosely at the waist. It had shifted slightly since she had put it on revealing a long 'V' of black skin down between her breasts to her waist. Michael's cock twitched in his jeans.

“Have you seen the paper this morning?” he asked.

“Do I look like I've seen the paper? C'mon upstairs and I'll make some coffee.” He followed her swaying behind through a door at the back of the bar and up a slim flight of stairs to the apartment above the bar. He could smell new paint, she had redecorated the apartment as soon as she moved in, he guessed. Kelly went through into a small kitchen area and there was soon the sound of a filter coffee machine doing its work. She returned. “So, what's so important in the paper that you're knocking on my door at this hour?”

“It's nearly ten o'clock,” Michael reminded her.

“And I get to bed at about three in the morning,” she told him.

“Oh, I… hadn't thought. It's Mickey…”

“He's escaped?!” Her eyes flew open and her arms crossed over her chest.

“No, no,” Michael reassured her. “He's dead. He died in his sleep.” She blinked a couple of times as though she was not sure she could believe him. “Look, um, have you seen any strange people around the bar recently?”

“You are kidding me. This is a tittie bar, well, kind of. We get weird guys in here all the time. Look, you didn't… y'know?”

“I didn't kill him, not even in his dreams. I was actually going to reattach, um, what I cut off, after the trial.”

“Hmm,” she said, and returned to the kitchen. A couple of minutes later she came back with two mugs of steaming, black coffee. “Hope you don't want anything in this,” she said. He shook his head, taking the mug from her, and watched as she took a large gulp from her own drink. “Ah, that hits the spot. I only drink this stuff in the morning, but I really need it in the morning.” She slumped onto the couch and Michael got a flash of the space between her legs as she did so. His cock got more interested. “Well,” she said, “I can't say I'm sorry he's gone.”

Michael nodded. “I guess I can understand your point.” He sat down on a chair opposite her, not trusting himself on the same couch. “Thing is, I got told about some people who could be looking for me. I was wondering if they'd gotten to him and traced their way back here.”

Kelly bent forward, elbows on knees. Her wrap fell open allowing Michael to see her beautiful big breasts beneath it. “I've seen no real strangers here in the last week. If you leave me a number I can let you know if anyone does come asking.”

Michael swallowed hard, pulled his eyes away from her chest. “D'you have something I can write on?” She stood, wandered over to the telephone, and returned with an address book. Under the 'M' section Michael wrote down his number with 'Michael' written beside it. He showed her the entry. “Okay?” he asked. She was standing over him, looking down. He had to look up past the slopes of her breasts to see her face.




Magic Lessons Part 3



“That's fine, Michael. I, um, never really thanked you for what you did for me.”

Michael swallowed hard. He was trying to be altruistic here. “There's no need…”

She pulled open the bow on her belt and allowed the wrap to slip off her shoulders. Michael could smell the musky scent of her sex; she was wet and expectant. “Why don't you get out of those clothes?” she suggested.

He stood, reaching for his belt, and she began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon he was naked, standing in front of her like an expectant school boy. She reached down and took his cock in her hand. “You have a good dick, for a white guy,” she told him. “I want it inside me.”

Michael took in a breath, which seemed to take more effort than it should. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. A smile played across her lips and she turned around before dropping to her knees, and then leaning forward until she was on all fours. She spread her legs and Michael dropped to his knees between them. He could see her pussy lips glistening, and he slid his cock between them, pushing up so that he brushed over her clitoris, eliciting a moan from Kelly. He slid back down the length of her slit, then pushed the head of his cock into her and kept it there.

“Umm, yeah, more,” she grunted. He slipped another inch into her, and then pulled out again, sliding his cock up to brush her clit once more. “Ungh, teasing bastard. Put it in me.” He slipped a couple of inches into her pussy again, and pulled out once more. “Pleeease, Michael, I need it now!” He pushed in, and this time began to fuck her. His hand snaked under her body and began to play with her clit while he pumped into her.

Kelly's back arched, dropping her chest down to the floor, and changing the angle he was thrusting at. He felt her fingers on his, pushing him aside, and she took over the work on her clit. He could feel her cunt muscles fluttering around his shaft. He took a firm hold of her hips and began to pump into her hard and fast.

“Oh, god, yes Michael! That's it! That's what I need. I'm cummmmming…” He kept fucking her as her body exploded into orgasm in front of him.

As she came down, she sagged forward, slipping off him, and rolled onto her back. She looked at his throbbing cock and immediately spread her legs wide. “This way up next,” she said.

He moved forward, taking his weight on his arms and looking straight into her eyes as he pushed into her dripping pussy. “Ooooh,” she groaned. “You really are big for a white guy.” She was breathing hard and her breasts were putting on a fantastic display below him. Each inward breath pushed her nipples into his chest. Slowly, he began to slide in and out of her. He had half expected her to wrap her legs around him, but she kept her thighs spread wide apart, allowing him full freedom to slide in and out of her as deeply as he wished. It did not take long for him to feel the beginnings of his orgasm growing at the base of his cock.

“I'm gonna cum,” he told her.

“Do it, baby,” she whispered. Her hands came up to grip her breast, squeezing them hard. Her eyes closed and her back arched up, lifting her feet off the floor. He felt her muscles clench once more around his cock and the extra friction pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her once more, twice, and then he was unloading his balls into her body. She jerked with each spurt of cum, twitching to the rhythm of her own climax.

Chapter Sixteen

It had been two weeks since Cleopatra warned Michael that he might be in danger. Kelly had not phoned with word of strangers in her bar, and Cleopatra had never mentioned it again. She had taught both Michael and Lucy a lot about Michael's powers. Every night was a strain on Michael's mind, and every night ended with a three-way sex session that left both of them bleary-eyed in the morning. This morning, however, things were different. Cleopatra had sent them off early with a task to accomplish.

Michael had been learning the principles of possession. Now Cleopatra wanted him to try them out for real. A willing host was best to begin with, and who better than Lucy to be that host. She was now sitting up in bed, waiting for Michael to either take control of her body, or call to tell her he had failed. So far, nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

And then the world seemed to lurch sideways…

Michael looked down at Lucy as she sat in her bed. She was looking around as through expecting to see Michael appear from nowhere at any minute. Despite what she had learned recently, she still could not see into the astral plane, so she was not going to spot him.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on pushing himself into her mind. Cleopatra had explained the technique several times, but this would be his first attempt for real. He did not want to mess this up, even if the result would probably not harm Lucy.

He felt a sudden sense of displacement…

Michael opened his eyes and found himself looking out at the real world. In particular, that part of the real world that was Lucy's bedroom. It occurred to him that the viewpoint was her bed and he looked down to discover that he now sported a pair of tits, currently hidden under a cotton nightdress. He reached up and cupped them experimentally. Fascinated by the feel of his hands lifting this new set of body parts, and feeling those body parts being lifted, he was a little surprised to hear a cough come from somewhere behind his left ear. He looked around sharply, but there was no one there.

Shaking his head, he undid the top of the nightdress and was just about to look down the front when he heard the voice.

“Just what do you think you're doing, young man?” He looked round frantically, trying to find the owner of the voice, but he was alone in the room with Lucy's body. Then it hit him. “That's right, I'm still conscious,” she said, still apparently from just behind him. “Cleopatra did say it was possible to do it this way, and you obviously did it by accident.”

“Um, sorry Lucy,” he thought in her direction. “I guess I got a bit carried away by the thought of having breasts.”

“I'll forgive you.”

“Can you feel what I'm doing with your body?”

“Yes, but it feels a little distant, like I'm in the early stages of anaesthesia. I think you should forget about playing with my tits and practice being someone you aren't.”

“Okay. The plan was that I would walk you over to my house. Is that still okay with you?”

“Sure is, but I think you forgot some of the challenges that lie in wait for you.”

“Like?”

“You have to get me dressed for starters.”

Michael grimaced and climbed out of bed, almost overbalancing at the unfamiliar body shape. “Looks like standing up will be my first major challenge. I hope this kind of thing gets easier or doing this in anger could be really difficult.” He walked over to Lucy's wardrobe and opened the door. “What would you like to wear today?” he thought.

An odd sort of shudder seemed to run through him. “Why don't you… pick something you would like me to wear?” she replied.

He grinned. “You mean like… well, I could put on a bikini and have you walk all the way to my house wearing that. How would you like me to do that?”

Lucy moaned softly. “I wouldn't like that at all,” she said.

“What's the smallest bikini you've got Lucy?”

“I-in the bottom drawer on your right.”

Michael bent down and pulled the drawer open to find various bits and pieces of clothing that he had never seen Lucy wearing: a few very frumpy nightgowns, a couple of old T-shirts that looked several sizes too small, and a collection of one and two-piece swimsuits.

“The red one is the smallest I have,” she volunteered, so he reached into the drawer and took out a microscopic, shiny, red tie-sided bikini. He looked at the scraps of glossy fabric, slightly perplexed. Then he hung the halter strap of the bra around his neck, settled the tiny triangles over his nipples, and pulled the ties around his back. Then he stepped in front of a mirror. The nightgown spoiled the effect a little, but he got the general impression of how it would look.

“Maybe another time,” he said. “First, while I know it would be you walking around wearing almost nothing, it would feel like it was me. And second, I'm not sure I could figure out how to tie this thing on any time this week.” He took off the bra, dropped it back into the drawer, and began to hunt through the wardrobe.

Fifteen minutes later he had managed to figure out the intricacies of putting on a bra and was completing Lucy's outfit for the day with a pair of relatively low heeled sandals. He had wanted to try high heels, but she had pointed out that a sprained ankle would do neither of them any good. He was wearing the tightest little cropped top he could find, with the lowest front, so the bra was the quarter cup one he had had her buy when he first enslaved her. He had managed to find a very short, pleated skirt that showed off his new legs nicely, and had put on the skimpiest thong he could find in Lucy's underwear drawer.

Lucy still accused him of chickening out. “You had your chance to really humiliate me,” she said, “and you blew it.”

“You haven't seen what trouble I can get you into before I get you back to my house,” he replied.

He heard a mental gasp. “No, I suppose I haven't.”

“But first, I think you're hungry.”

Another gasp. “You'll have to talk to my Mom!”

Michael grinned. “Yeah, I suppose I will. What will she think of this outfit?”

“Oh, she won't mind that. You haven't met my Mom yet. Oh, go on, down the stairs and to the right you'll find the kitchen. I normally have a bowl of cereal. You'll find the bowls in the third cupboard on the left and the cereal in the next left from that.” Then she fell silent as Michael headed out of the bedroom.

The cereal and bowls were exactly where Lucy had said they would be, and Michael found the milk in the refrigerator and a jug of freshly made coffee sitting on the hotplate, but of Mrs Clayton there was no sign. Michael heard Lucy breath a mental sigh of relief as he settled her body down at the small breakfast table and began to eat.

“Oh, hi honey,” said a voice from the back door. Mrs Clayton had been outside, and she walked past her daughter, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as she did so. She was carrying a small basket of cut flowers from the garden. “I thought you were going to spend the entire morning in bed.”

“No, Mom,” Michael answered. “I’ll be going out after breakfast.”

Mrs Clayton stopped at the door into the rest of the house and looked back at her daughter, eyes scanning up and down. A big, evil-looking grin appeared on her face. “Looks like you plan to get laid by that mysterious boyfriend of yours. You really will have to bring him over some time so I can get a look at him. He must be some hunk to have you craving his cock like you do.”

Michael could feel Lucy’s mortification at her mother’s words. “Um,” Michael stammered, “Mom, if I wanted it that badly I’d just dress up in a bikini and heels and walk ‘round to his place. Wouldn’t I?”

Mrs Clayton’s laughter filled the kitchen as she turned to walk away. A few seconds later Michael heard the TV go on in the lounge. “Your mother is quite a looker,” Michael commented to Lucy. Mrs Clayton was something like an older version of her daughter, the same lithe body and beautiful features, but aged a decade or so. He noticed that her breasts were a little larger, even hidden under the loose, cotton shirt she had been wearing. Michael suspected that the older Clayton had not been wearing a bra.

“Yeah, I hope I grow old as gracefully. But her mouth!”

Michael grinned. “It’s… refreshing to hear such an open attitude between mother and daughter,” he said.

“It’s a shame Dad’s not the same, I guess. They don’t get on too well anymore. I’m afraid a lot of it is me. Dad doesn’t approve of you or anyone else who isn’t drawing a six-figure salary, dating his little girl. As for what we do in bed, well, let’s just say he thinks I’m still a virgin. Mom, on the other hand is quite happy for me to do anything sexual as long as I don’t get hurt. I actually think she’s tried to get some of my cast-off boyfriends on occasion.” There was a short pause. “You… wouldn’t be thinking of fucking her, would you?”

Michael blinked Lucy’s eyes in surprise. “No…” He trailed off, thinking about it. “I suppose if I’m honest I’d quite like to, but it would probably hurt our relationship, and I won’t risk that.”

Lucy seemed satisfied with his answer and remained silent while he concentrated on getting food from the bowl to his (her) mouth without spilling it. It was surprisingly difficult, and as for getting the coffee mug in the right place. “I am never going to take the simple act of eating for granted again,” he griped. However, by the end of the little meal he had Lucy’s arms and hands pretty well under control.

With breakfast over, Michael started out for his home. He kissed Mrs Clayton goodbye, and started out the front door, running straight into Janine Kirkbride and Martine Blakelock as he did so. “Oh shit!” Lucy muttered in the back of his mind. “It’s the glee club committee.”

“Lucy! Hi!” Martine bubbled. She was, Michael seemed to remember, like this all the time. The term bubbly blonde had been invented for her. Unfortunately, dumb blonde also fitted her perfectly. A little shorter than Lucy, she was no less attractive, with ample breasts and a trim figure. As with most of the cheerleading squad, she had long legs.

Hers were, however, nothing to Janine’s. Janine was the tallest girl in the squad at almost six feet, and her figure matched her stature. Her breasts were large, her hips wide, but well in proportion. The only thing that marred her appearance was the perpetual sneer her face wore. Looking closely at it for the first time, Michael thought that she would probably be stunningly attractive if she would only smile.

“Hello, Martine, Janine. How’s your holiday been?” Michael said. He was really unsure how to act around these girls; the cheerleading squad had never been somewhere he could hang out and survive.

“Three weeks in the Med does improve your tan,” Janine replied.

“We’re here about the party,” Martine enthused.

“I assume you’d like an invite?” Janine added. “Or should I be putting you down for two?”

“What party?” Michael thought in alarm.

“I forgot about it. Before the holidays started we all decided to throw a party at Janine’s place. We don’t have to go.”

Michael thought for a brief second. “Yes, put me down for two.”

“Ooh, who’s the lucky guy?” Martine asked, her eyes lit up like Christmas lights at the thought of new gossip.

“You’ll see when I get there,” Michael replied. “Now, I have to be going; I have a date.” He edged past them and started down the street.

“Hmm, yes,” Janine mused. “It certainly looks like you have.”

Michael looked back at her and tried to make his grin look as dirty as he could manage. Then he continued on his way. Behind him he heard Janine’s voice. “Well, I hope the little cocksucker enjoys herself.”

“Jan!” Martine admonished. “That’s no way to talk about a fellow squad member.”

“Put a sock in it, Marty. Who’s next on the list?”

The rest of the journey to Michael’s house went without incident and soon he arrived at the door. It was then that he realised that, without his own body, he did not have a key to let himself in. He rang the doorbell and waited for his mother to come to the door.

“Oh, hello Lucy,” his mother said on seeing her.

“Is Michael in?”

“Um, yes, but I think he’s still in bed.”

“I’ll go up and get the lazy so-and-so up, shall I?”

Michael’s mother smiled at her son’s girlfriend, and glanced down at her outfit. “Yes, dear, why don’t you do that.”

Michael hurried past his mother and up the stairs to his room. His body was lying where he had left it, on the bed, laid out like a corpse. “Made it,” he said and sat down beside himself. An evil thought crossed his mind and he got to his feet once more.

“Aren’t you going to go back to your body?” Lucy asked.

“Shortly,” he replied and began to undress. “One of those little curiosities I have is what it’s like for you when you cum.”

Lucy’s mind gasped behind him. “You’re going to make me masturbate?”

“Don’t make it sound so bad. I didn’t stop to do it in the street.” Naked, he laid her body down beside his own and slid her hands up around her breasts, stoking the skin, teasing the nipples. He let out a moan, and it coincided with a moan from Lucy. He carried on playing with her breasts for several minutes, revelling in the sensations that were so far different from those of his own body.

“God this feels weird,” Lucy gasped. “It’s like, ooh stop that a minute, like I’m playing with myself, and I can’t stop, and, oh yes, and it’s really someone else doing it.”

Michael slid a hand down between his legs, feeling the soft fur and the delicate skin. The feeling was incredible, like nothing he had ever felt before. He parted his pussy lips and slipped a finger down the length of his slit until he found the opening of his vagina. He was already moist from the breast massage and it was easy to slide his index finger down into the hole. It felt so good! He pulled out again and slid two fingers in. Oh yes!

“Hook your fingers up a little and push a bit further in,” Lucy suggested. “Ah! That’s it. Can you feel that?”

Michael was speechless for a second. He rubbed over the same spot again, feeling another intense burst of pleasure ripple through his loins. “Th-that’s what you feel when I hit your G-spot?” he asked.

“That’s it. Now try my clit.”

He moved his thumb up between his pussy lips until he found the familiar raised bump, and slid his slick thumb over it. His hand clenched involuntarily at the jolt of sensation, pressing his fingers into his G-spot and teasing his clit again. “Oh, jeez!” he moaned out loud. He slid his other hand down so that he could massage his clit and do a proper job with the fingers he had inside himself, and soon he was lost in the incredible pleasure of bringing someone else’s body to orgasm.

When it came, it felt different from his own climaxes. It started in the pit of his stomach and spread rapidly down his legs. Surges of sensation lashed from his pussy up to his nipples and back down, like lightning strikes seeking Earth. Then a wave of pleasure rippled out from his cunt, washing over his whole body. His spread legs stiffened and his back arched as his fingers continued their frantic work at his clitoris. In his mind he could hear Lucy screaming out her climax and his ears filled with her voice as he screamed out his own.

He collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. His body was covered in sweat and there was a delicious sense of exhaustion seeping through his limbs. “That,” he said, “was quite something.”

“Y-yeah,” Lucy stammered. “Next time we’ll have to try it with a multiple.”

Michael groaned and allowed himself to slide back into his own body. “If I have to go through that multiple times in quick succession, I’ll croak,” he told her. Then he slipped the covers off himself, moved on top of her, and slid himself into her sopping pussy in one easy motion.

Author's Note: For those who don't know, the lyrics and the video described in Chapter Twelve are from Kylie Minogue's “Can't Get You Out Of My Head”. I would imagine this is copyright to Polydor, her record label. No infringement of this copyright is intended or implied; I just thought the song fitted Julia's mode rather nicely. 



Magic Lessons Part 4



This story contains scenes of non-consensual, reluctant, and mind-controlled sex, including bondage, fetishism, male-female, and female-female sex. Readers below the age of eighteen should stop reading now.

Chapter Seventeen

When Julia returned from her business trip, Lucy and Michael had gone to her house for an evening meal, which had continued into a night of three-way sex. Everyone was forgiven their trespasses and their odd relationship appeared to be back the way it had been before Michael's little explosion. Now, for example, Lucy was lying on a sun lounger in Julia back yard wearing the tiny red bikini that Michael had found in her drawer the week before. Julia was kneeling beside Michael, her mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue stroking along the shaft in a delicate way that was driving him completely nuts. Supposedly, this was all to further his education.

"Which Cleopatra is she?" Lucy asked.

Michael concentrated hard, trying to clear his thoughts enough to reply. "The first one, I think," he thought.

"Hey! Very good." Lucy said. "The first, right? I don't know how you're doing that with your cock in her mouth. I know what she does to my pussy with that mouth of hers and I have trouble thinking straight, never mind projecting."

'Projecting' was what Cleopatra referred to it as; Michael called it telepathy. He tried some more. "She was a Syrian princess married off to one of the Ptolemys so that Syria got free of Egyptian control."

"Oh," Lucy said aloud. "You didn't answer my question about Julia's mouth."

Michael groaned in reply, his hips twisted as he tried to suppress the strong desire to push his cock up into Julia's throat. Lucy was right. It was something he knew he would never say aloud, but Julia was a much better lover than Lucy. Lucy made up for a lot with sheer enthusiasm, but he guessed that there were some things she would only manage with experience. Her ability to use her cunt muscles was getting better by the day; he knew that Julia and Cleopatra had been explaining a few things while his back was turned and Lucy had been practicing. There were methods of torture that Julia had perfected using her mouth, however, that Michael wondered if it were possible to teach.

"Sheer talent," he managed to project before his balls began to boil. "I'm cumming", he groaned out loud. Then Julia slipped him out of her mouth and did something, and he was not. "Oh, god, not again." Her mouth slid down his shaft again and he was off into pleasure too intense to handle.

"The party's tonight," Lucy reminded him.

"I remember. Should I pick you up from your place?"

Lucy listened to the words in her head and replied, "No, I'll walk 'round to you. Your place is closer to Janine's, and I want to keep you away from my Dad."

Julia's mouth left Michael's cock and she looked over at Lucy. "Lucy, try to just think things for him to react to. He has to learn to read thoughts as well as send them." She flashed Michael a grin and went back to work with her mouth and tongue. Michael's eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked again.

"Okay, what would you like me to wear tonight?" Lucy thought, trying to enunciate her thoughts carefully.

"Hey, wow, it worked!" Michael's thoughts floated through her upper mind. "Um, I don't know."

"Well, do I go for virgin, slut, or full-blown whore?"

"Did I hear that right?" he asked aloud.

"Yes," she thought.

He grinned as visions of what she might come up with floated through his mind and his cock pulsed in Julia's mouth. "Okay, go for whore."

"My master's wish is my command. I'll definitely need to wear a coat on the way out of the house; Dad would freak."

"That makes me all warm inside," Michael replied, and realised that it did. His body stiffened and Julia sank down so that the head of his cock met the back of her throat. He exploded into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed down what he gave her.

When he was done she lifted her face and licked her lips. Grinning like the cat that got the cream she asked, "What's this party you're going to?"

"The cheerleading squad organised something," Michael replied.

"It'll probably be boring as hell," Lucy added, "but I said I'd go way before Michael turned me into his personal sex slave. It's a prior engagement."

"And you're taking Michael?"

"Yeah. He's not exactly Jock material like most of the other guys will be, but he's my lover so he's going. Besides, I think he can hold his own against the dorks the other girls will invite." She sat up and swung her legs off the lounger. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed so I can go shopping. I have to get just the right outfit for tonight."

Michael could not wait to get Lucy to Janine's house that evening. She arrived at his place wearing a summer coat that fell to her knees that was buttoned up to her throat. Her hair was wound into a knot at the back of her neck. The sight of her feet made his cock twitch, but she refused to show him what was under the coat. She was wearing a pair of black patent shoes with two-inch platforms and six-inch spike heels. The heel strap on each shoe twisted into an ankle strap which was closed with a tiny silver padlock. As they walked the half mile to Janine's place, the exaggerated sway of Lucy's hips kept Michael hard the whole time.

Janine answered the door and Michael would have found the look on her face on seeing him quite amusing, if he had not been so keen to get Lucy's coat off. "May I take your coat, Lucy?" Janine asked, ever the hostess.

"I'll get it," Michael said and stood behind his lover as she unbuttoned the coat. He took the shoulders in his hands and slipped it backwards off her arms. She stepped forward and both Michael and Janine gasped.

"You look like a stripper," Janine said. She grabbed the coat from Michael as Lucy turned around.

"Oh? I was hoping for hooker." The dress revealed nothing, but left little to the imagination. It had string halter straps and a scoop neck. The bodice was held in place at the sides by two pairs of strings that, in turn, lead to an O-ring between her shoulder blades, with the halter straps joining the same ring from above. The bodice narrowed to a slim strip of fabric down her midriff, leaving her sides fully exposed. The skirt was long enough to be descent, but that was about all, and the back of the skirt was joined to the front by three large O-rings on each side. The flesh visible through the rings and the gaps in the skirt made it pretty obvious that the dress was the only thing Lucy was wearing apart from her shoes. She reached behind her to the knot of hair at the back of her neck and pulled out a single pin. Her hair rolled out around her neck and shoulders like a blonde wave and she shook it generating a throb from Michael's crotch that had him wishing he could have her then and there.

And I could, was what he thought. He could screw her bend her over, and push his cock into her pussy, and fuck her brains out, and he could make it so that Janine would not even remember the event. The dress would certainly not get in the way.

"Is it good for you, lover?" she asked him. "I left my collar off. I hope you don't mind, but it didn't go with the dress."

Michael swallowed, hard. "We'll have to get you a set of collars for all occasions," he croaked.

"You two had better come in and join the party," Janine told them.

There was a brief, but quite obvious, pause in the babble of conversation around the room as Michael and Janine walked in. To Michael it was pretty obvious that the women were having to drag their male friends' attention back to them and away from Lucy. Lucy had a large grin on her face as she walked toward the drinks table and scooped out too glasses of fruit punch, and Michael assumed it was the attention she was getting that was causing it. Instead she leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. "Janine couldn't keep her eyes off that bulge in your trousers. She'd probably love to fuck you. She goes with Brian Graham and from what I've heard he's not too big in the penis department."

Michael was a little surprised. For one thing, Brian Graham was in the defensive line of the football team and weighed in a little over the tare weight of a semi-truck. The idea that his cock might not match the rest of him was something of a surprise. For another, he had been too busy looking at Lucy to notice where Janine's eyes were, and he told Lucy this. She grinned brightly and sipped her punch. The grin turned to a grimace. "Someone's been naughty with the punch ingredients," she said. "They were a bit heavy-handed about it, too."

Michael took a sip of his own drink and understood what she meant. "Bourbon?"

Lucy nodded. "Mom has an extensive supply and I'll admit to having sampled." She shrugged. "I guess Janine's parents are out for the evening."

"They are away for the week," Janine supplied. Michael turned to see the tall girl standing behind him. He noticed her eyes flick down toward his crotch area.

"Brian been stopping over much?" Lucy asked with a smirk. Michael got the feeling that he was standing in the middle of a cat fight that had been going on for years.

Janine flushed a little. "Once or twice. You look as though you've been spending quite some time with, um, Mark here." Her eyes swept up and down Lucy in as dismissive a way as she could muster with red cheeks.

Lucy stepped around Michael and looked Janine in the eyes, something she would normally have had to look way up to do. Her voice was low. "He's called Michael. You'll want to remember that or you'll never get his nice, thick cock in you." She stalked off in the direction of the dining room where the dancing was happening. Michael blinked a couple of times, smiled as sweetly as he could at Janine, and trailed after Lucy.

"I'm going to have enough trouble hanging around your crowd without you pissing off the Prom Queen," he thought at Lucy.

She glanced at him with a look of irritation mixed with a plea for forgiveness. "Sorry, it's just that Janine's been getting on my tits since I was old enough to have them."

Michael grinned and swigged back the last of his glass of punch. "Now there's an image I could conjure with," he said aloud and, taking Lucy by the hand he pulled her into the crowd of people attempting to look like they could dance.

The third number was a slow one and Lucy made a point of pulling Michael in close as they shuffled around the other couples, swaying slightly. Her mound rubbed against his cock, he could feel her nipples pressing against his chest through her dress on the thin fabric of his best shirt. "These shoes were a mistake," she whispered.

"Feet hurting?"

"No, but I want to rest my head on your shoulder and I'm too tall."

Michael chuckled. "Never mind. I'm enjoying having my chin resting in your cleavage."

"Do you like the dress? Slutty enough?"

"I am enjoying the dress; every other boy in the room is enjoying the dress, but the girls..."

It was Lucy's turn to chuckle. "You've never seen some of the stuff that goes on in the girls' locker room." Michael felt his cock twitch; so did Lucy. "Feels like you'd like to see some of that stuff."

"What red-blooded male doesn't like to see naked cheerleaders?" he replied. "It's the American way."

The dance ended and Michael could feel the alcohol from the punch getting to him. "Let's get some air," he suggested, and they walked out into the garden. The summer night was warm, but there was a light breeze that swept cooler air into Michael's lungs, making him feel less dopey. It also stirred Lucy's hair in a manner that made him want her again. He followed her down the garden, watching her hips sway.

They arrived beside a pool that was sunk into the lawn. The only light came from the submerged lights, but Michael could make out a little pool house at the far end. Some of the kids had brought swimwear with them and a few were in the water, though none appeared to be swimming. Mostly they were paired off, talking or smooching. The various seats around the garden were also occupied with necking couples.

Lucy let out a soft moan. "God I need you inside me," she hissed under her breath. Then her face fell. "Oh shit, not Brian!"

Michael felt a lumpen hand land on his shoulder and he looked up to see Brian Graham grinning down at him. Brian was six-foot-five of muscle with enough brain cells to keep his bulk moving and that was about all. Still, he had a real genius for defensive plays and it was very likely that he would hook a sports scholarship. "So, Peters, how come you've managed to hang on to this little beauty all night?"

"He's my boyfriend, Brian," Lucy supplied, the expression on her face shrieking distain.

"That doesn't mean you can't give the rest of us a dance," Brian replied with a leer.

"I'd rather not have your grubby hands on my ass this time, Brian. I think I'll skip the pleasure. Why don't you go rub up against Jan?"

"Aw, come on, Lucy, you know you want to."

"I don't think she does, Brian," Michael said quietly, turning so that he was facing the hulking football player. "Why don't you leave her, and me, alone?"

Brian was not used to anyone smaller than him standing up to him, particularly not someone like Michael. He jabbed his finger into Michael's chest, making the smaller boy stagger back. "You gonna make me?"

It was a show of strength, not really a threat. In the part of his brain that was being rational, the part that was, in fact, sensing Brian's surface thoughts, Michael knew that Brian would not push it to a fight. Unfortunately, several other parts of Michael's brain were acting on years of suppressed anger at being pushed around by oafs like Brian Graham. His hand shot forward, palm open, so that the heel of his hand struck Brian squarely in the breast bone. There was a rush of air from Brian's lungs and then he was flying backwards into the pool.

There was a sudden feeling of exhilaration. Then, when they realised that Brian was floating on the bottom of the pool, thrashing wildly, there was a feeling of pure terror, and Michael was running. He dived into the pool and grabbed the footballer around the waist, heaving him toward the surface. Still submerged, lungs screaming for oxygen, Michael pushed Brian up onto the edge of the pool, standing on the bottom to do it. The punch had been fuelled by anger, but the extra power now came from the cool, calm realisation that he did not want Brian to die.

Michael surfaced, gasping for air, and hands grabbed him, hauling him out. Lucy was there, fussing over him, so were some girls in bikinis. If he had been more aware of what was happening to him, the pressing of young, firm, wet female flesh against him would have turned him on. As it was all he was worried about was Brian. He was dimly aware that Janine had appeared and that she was kneeling beside her boyfriend. Brian's chest was working up and down; he appeared to be alive.

"There are towels and a drier in the pool house," he heard Janine saying. "I'll sort Brian out in the house." Lucy led him down the garden and suddenly he was in a building and Lucy was taking his clothes off. Naked, he slumped onto a chair and a moment or two later he heard a machine start up.

"That was so cool," Lucy said standing in front of him, her legs slightly spread. He could smell her arousal and his cock twitched into life. She pulled up her skirt and straddled his legs, slipping him inside her and sinking his length into her. She groaned. "I've wanted you inside me since we got here."

Michael closed his eyes as she slid back up his shaft and then sank back onto him. He sighed. "And I want to be here, but would you wind making sure Brian is okay?"

She pouted, but she could see he was actually worried, and she slid off him. "Okay, I'll go, but you owe me two fucks later." Michael felt incredibly tired, he nodded. "And you'd better put a towel around your waist until your clothes are dry," she added as she headed for the door.

Michael found a towel, and a soft couch to lie on. He lay back, draped the towel over his lap and closed his eyes.

Minutes passed, he might have fallen asleep. He opened his eyes at a soft cough, expecting to see Lucy. Instead, he looked up into the face of Janine. "I, um, wanted to thank you for pulling Brian out of the pool like that."

"I threw him in; it only seemed fair."

"Yeah, well, still..." She trailed off, looking uncomfortable. She dropped to her knees beside him and licked her lips. "Look, there's something I wanted to ask you."

Michael felt as though he was floating and wondered if he had slipped into the dream world, but he was pretty sure he had not. "Ask away," he said.

"C-could I... Could I see your, um, cock?" Before he could respond, she reached out and snatched the towel away from him. "Oh!" she gasped. "It's so big." Her hand wrapped around his hardening shaft, lifting it, rubbing her thumb along the spine of it. "Ooh, could I..." She never finished the question, but her lipstick coated lips wrapping around the head of his cock made it pretty obvious what she was asking for.

"Lucy?" he thought. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes. Boy did you cause a stir. The whole place is talking about how you just picked him up and tossed him thirty feet into the pool and then pulled him out with one hand."

"But I didn't."

"Don't knock the power of exaggeration. Anyway, he's fine; wet, but fine."

"Well he might not be if he could see what Janine is doing to my dick right now."

He heard a mental snort of laughter. "Told you she wanted it."

"Will you please come rescue me?"

"Big strong lad like you shouldn't need a little girl like me to help you. Fuck her brains out."

"Lucy, please!"

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

Michael looked down at the brunette's head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. She was not very good, as it happened and Michael wondered if Brian really was as small as Lucy had said. He heard a click and saw Lucy slip into the room, locking the door behind her. It was apparent that Janine had not heard her entry since her face was still bobbing up and down on Michael's shaft.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Jan?" Lucy snapped.

Janine bolted upright, struggling to her feat. Her face was flushed, her silk blouse undone to the waist. She must have been playing with her tits, Michael realised. "I-I-I..."

"You were sucking Michael's cock." Lucy grabbed the front of the taller girl's blouse, holding her still as she tried to leave. "Is that what you were doing?"

"N-no, I mean yes, I..."

Lucy had learned things from Cleopatra about keeping her foes off balance. "You were sucking his cock and playing with your tits. I look like a hooker and you act like one. You're a slut, Jan, aren't you? Yes, that's what you are, a slut. What are you?"

"A sl... no, I'm not..."

Lucy slapped her across the face; a light flick of her wrist, barely a slap, but Janine reeled back as though she had been hit with a baseball bat. "You're a slut, a whore. What are you?"

"'m a slut," Janine mumbled.

"Louder," Lucy commanded.

"I'm a slut. I'm a whore." The tall brunette seemed to sag visibly on saying the words.

"Good. Now undress."

"What, I can't..."

"Do it, Janine, you know you want it. You're a slut and you want Michael to fuck your precious cunt with his big, thick, hard cock, don't you?" Lucy let go of Janine's blouse and the brunette began to undress. First the blouse fell to the floor, then her bra; her breasts were full with large areolas topped by thick, erect nipples. Then the zip of her hip-hugging pants was undone, sliding down between her buttocks, and the fabric was pulled down her legs leaving her wearing only a tiny white thong. As Janine reached for it Lucy stopped her, hooking her own fingers into the sides of the cotton garment and pulling it away from Janine's shaved pussy. "Naughty girl, Jan," Lucy breathed. "Shaving yourself like that. Little hussy."




Magic Lessons Part 4



Janine was breathing hard and her eyes were shut. Michael stood and moved behind her, running his hands up her thighs, over her hips, and up to the sides of her breasts. He looked at Lucy projecting, "I can feel the arousal in her mind."

"Do you want Michael to touch your breasts, Jan?" Lucy asked and got a nod in reply. "Then ask him to. He won't do it if you don't ask."

"Yes, oh god, yes, please. Please, Michael, touch me."

"Touch what, Jan?" Lucy prompted.

"M-my tits, please touch my tits." Michael's hands slid around and cupped her breasts. His fingers slid across the soft skin and Janine moaned in pleasure. He pressed her breasts together, kneading the flesh, and teased her large nipples between the first two fingers of each hand.

Lucy slipped to her knees in front of the brunette. Her fingers peeled apart Janine's naked pussy lips and her tongue darted out to flick over the clit that was exposed. Janine's knees began to shake. Lucy stood up, an evil smile on her face, and said, "Jan, what else would you like Michael to do?"

"F-fuck meee," she moaned.

"If you beg him, he might do it. If you tell him exactly what you want him to do and how you want him to do it, then he might agree to fuck you."

"I c-can't." Janine stammered, her voice low.

"Can't what, Jan? Can't beg? Is that your problem?" Janine nodded. "Too stuck up to beg, eh? I begged, Jan. I wanted his cock so much I begged for it." Lucy reached out her hand and slipped two fingers into Janine's pussy. Janine let a soft mewl, but said nothing. Lucy curled her fingers and began to rub where she knew it would do the most good. "Beg for it, Jan. You know you want it." And she pulled the fingers back out.

"Oh, god, no," Janine yelped. She turned and dropped to her knees in front of Michael. "Please fuck me, Michael. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me 'til I can't walk. Screw me hard, please. Please?"

Michael raised an eyebrow and looked down at the brunette. "You want me to fuck you?" he said.

"Oh, god, yes."

"You want me to use you, fuck you like the whore you are?" She could only manage a nod this time. "You want me to bury my cock in your pussy and make you cum?" Another nod. "I can't hear you."

"Yes, I want you to make me cum with your big cock."

"On the floor, on your back. Spread your legs as wide as you can." She complied instantly, enthusiastically. Cheerleader training once again paid off as she spread her legs more than Michael considered humanly possible. He dropped to his knees between them and grabbed her knees, lifting her long legs up so that he could position the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She felt the head sliding between her pussy lips and let out a soft moan. Her eyes closed in expectation of the coming sensation. Michael looked up at Lucy, standing near Janine's head and she nodded enthusiastically. He plunged in, burying his whole length into her in one go.

She was very tight. Only the fact that her pussy was flooded with cunt juices stopped the thrust from hurting the both of them. It was pretty clear she had never had a penis of any size inside her. He pulled part way out and slid in again, eliciting a groan from his victim. The stretching she was getting seemed to be of the enjoyable kind. Michael picked up the pace.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes, faster." Seeing that Janine was getting vocal, Lucy decided that it was time to gag her. Pulling up her skirt, she straddled Janine's face with her legs and pushed her pussy down against her fellow cheerleader's mouth. There was a brief moment of resistance, and then she felt Janine's tongue searching for her clit.

"Ah, that's it," Lucy sighed. "I knew you knew how to do this, slut. Oh, yeah, that's, ahhh."

Michael and Lucy looked up at each other as Michael pounded into Janine and Janine's tongue worked over Lucy's pussy. Their eyes looked, neither looked away. "It's like that first dream I was in," Lucy thought. "In the pool house, Julia sat on my face to keep me quiet while you fucked me. God, but it felt good."

"It was the first time Julia pulled me into a dreamscape," Michael thought. "I was dreaming of you the previous night, but it wasn't really you. Julia came and took over one of my dreams. Then someone arranged for both of us to be at that party. And now we're playing it for real."

"You dreamed of me before that time at the party?"

"Yes, often."

A little shiver ran up Lucy's body. "I'm gonna cum," she groaned and her head rolled back on her neck.

Michael felt Janine's inner muscles starting to ripple around him and knew that she was also about to climax. She was tight to begin with and the added pressure was enough to start his balls tightening. He rammed into her hard; once, twice, on the third stroke he came, pumping jet after jet of semen into Janine's tight pussy. Janine's back was arched and her shoulders were trying to dig there way through the carpeted floor. Her tongue had gone from lapping playfully to rigidly pushing up into Lucy's cunt as the blonde came down off her high.

Lucy stood and pulled down her skirt. Michael pulled out of Janine and wiped himself on the towel he had been wearing. Then he went to the dryer to pull out his clothes. Dressed, he glanced down at Janine and noticed the little white thong lying beside her. He picked it up and pushed it into his pocket. "I'll keep those," he said. "You'll spend the rest of the night without panties on. Janine shivered in humiliation, but remained lying on the floor, breathing hard. "Shall we go?" Michael said to Lucy and, arm in arm, they left the pool house.

Brian spotted them as the entered the dining room and rushed over. Michael groaned inwardly, but Brian's face shone like a happy puppy. "I gotta talk to you, Michael."

"Look, Brian, I'm sorry about..."

"No, no, no. Don't you worry about that. You gotta try out for the team next year."

Michael and Lucy both looked blankly at the footballer. "I have to what?"

"Try out for the team. Jeez, if you can knock me over like that... Okay, so I wasn't ready for you, so maybe you couldn't do that on the field so easily. Just think about it. You could plough right through a defensive line, no trouble. You gotta talk to Coach, you gotta!"

"My life just gets stranger," he projected to Lucy. "I'll think about it, Brian," was what he said aloud. Brian's face changed to kicked puppy; that was what you said when you would not do anything about it. "I really will think about it, okay?"

Brian grinned. "Coach is gonna love you." His face became serious. "In a manly sort of way. We don't do that... kind of stuff in the team."

"Unlike in the cheerleaders, it seams," Michael thought, which sent Lucy into a laughing/coughing fit. Brian rushed off to get her a drink and the night turned into a very pleasant one. Lucy's 'crowd' now seemed to think Michael was some kind of long lost friend who had been away and now come back, rather than the member of the lower classes he had been in the previous school year. Michael had to put up with Brian fawning over them a lot to make sure he tried out, and Janine was a little to attentive to the needs of her guests. Luckily, Brian thought this had to do with his own liking for the new offensive genius, rather than the fucking the brunette had received earlier.

When the first of the other girls had come to him asking for a dance, he had started to decline when Lucy had butted in. "Go on, Michael, dance with Bethany. I'm a lucky girl to have you and I should spread my luck around a little." Michael shrugged and allowed Bethany to lead him out onto the dance floor.

She danced close, very close, rubbing her leg against his crotch the whole time. Her breast pressed into his chest and she could feel hard nipples poking into him.

After Bethany, there was Jackie, and after Jackie there was Mary Jane. When Mary Jane departed, her hand lightly groping his cock as she turned to leave, Helen stepped in for a slow dance. She held him close and he could feel her mound pressing into his cock, grinding into his cock, through her microscopic skirt and his pants. "Janine's right," she whispered as the music faded. "That cock feels fabulous."

Michael scurried off the dance floor before another girl could claim him. Lucy was waiting for him, a wicked grin on her face. "Enjoy that, did you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure if enjoy is the right word."

"I certainly enjoyed it. Watching them try and fuck you out there with your clothes on was quite a turn on. And the best bit is: you're mine."

"I think Janine has been chatting," he told her.

"Janine gossips like an old hen. One of them mentioned your huge cock did they? I've heard the rumours; seems you have a penis that King Kong would be proud of." She smirked and sipped her drink. "Maybe we could try a few of the other girls for size over the next few weeks."

"I know I made you my sex toy," Michael said, "but I really wasn't expecting Madam Whip to emerge."

Lucy put on her best butter-would-not-melt-in-my-mouth face. "Who, little me?"

The problem, of course, was that Michael's shoes were not dry. He had spent the evening in bare feet, but walking home was going to be difficult.

Janine offered to drive them. Her parents had bought her an open-topped beamer as soon as she was old enough to drive it legally and she liked to show it whenever possible. Today, she was particularly keen to point out that the passenger seat reclined a long way. Michael climbed into the passenger seat while Lucy squeezed in behind Janine.

"Should I screw her again?" he asked Lucy silently.

"Yes, I think so, but let's find somewhere interesting to do it."

"Turn left here," Michael instructed Janine, and she swerved the car around the corner, thankful for the power steering and automatic gearbox.

"But I thought..." Janine began.

"Thinking is not what you are here to do," Michael snapped at her. "You are the chauffer and the fuck toy, that's all. Right at the next, then second left." Glancing right he could see the colour rise in Janine's cheeks. He could also see her breasts rising and falling in a very exaggerated way.

They drove for another three miles before Michael had Janine pull over onto the side of the road. The parking spot was quiet, the traffic very light, but they could not expect to go unobserved if they stayed there for long.

"Take off your clothes," Michael instructed Janine.

"H-here? Someone might see."

"Yes. Take them off, and then I'll fuck you."

Janine's eyes widened, but her hands began to work the buttons on her blouse. She had not put her bra back on when she had dressed after their earlier session, and her breasts sprang free of the thin silk as soon as the buttons were loose. "No bra," Lucy commented, "you really are a slut, aren't you, Jan?"

Janine looked up at the other girl as she began to unzip her pants. "Yes," she said, "but it's okay 'cause I'm gonna get fucked." She stood up on her car seat to peel her pants down her legs. It was not easy trying to balance and she had to use one hand on the seatback to stay upright while she worked the spray-on slacks down her legs with the other. Naked apart from her shoes, she sat back down on the seat.

Michael reclined the chair he was in. "Undo my pants," he told her and she complied with the eagerness her new position as fuck toy deserved. Michael slipped his pants and briefs down his legs and undid his shirt. "Get on top of me and then you can start fucking."

"B-but..."

"What's wrong now, slut?" Lucy snapped.

"I-if someone drives past, they'll be able to..."

"See you bouncing up and down like the little whore you are, yes. Get on with it."

Shaking slightly, Janine climbed on top of Michael Straddling his hips was easy in the wide seat. Her wet pussy made it easy for her to impale herself onto him; she groaned as she drove his length into her core. Slowly at first, she began to pump up and down on Michael's shaft. As the pleasure seemed to soak into her bones, she forgot about the danger of being seen and concentrated only on the pleasure. She looked down and found Michael and Lucy kissing passionately. They were ignoring her. She was being used only for sex. Used as a sex toy by this boy she would not have given the time of day to a week earlier. She groaned as the humiliation washed over her; it felt so good.

She was dimly aware of car lights and the honking of a horn. She ignored it and increased her pace, twisting her hips as she rose up and down in Michael's lap.

Michael had his hand between Lucy's legs, three fingers in her pussy, his thumb working her clit. Her tongue was pushed so far down his throat he swore she could lick the back of his tonsils. He could feel her coming orgasm in his mind and worked her pussy faster to push her over the edge. She screamed her climax into his mouth as another wash of headlights lit up Janine's bouncing tits and another motorist sounded his appreciation on his car horn.

Michael felt Janine's orgasm starting in a far more direct way as her inner muscles tightened around his cock. She became frantic, bouncing up and down on his shaft like a maniac. Her eyes widened in climax just as another car drove around the corner. She could see the man behind the wheel, eyes wide at what he was seeing. His wife in the passenger seat looked incredibly shocked. They could see her, see her breasts, see her fucking someone invisible behind the car body. Janine's head rocked back and she screamed out an orgasm so hard she felt like her heart would burst.

She came down and rolled off Michael into her own seat, noticing that his cock was still hard. "You haven't finished," Michael told her. "I didn't cum. Finish me off and then suck me clean." Her cheeks went flame red at the thought of not being able to make him cum. She quickly got on her knees, pulled her hair back, and wrapped her mouth around his cock. Her technique was still dreadful, but Michael was close enough anyway that he began to spew jism into her mouth a few seconds later. "Swallow it, whore," he ordered and she did her best to suck it all down. When he had finished, her tongue lapped around his slowly softening cock, cleaning their combined juices away. "Good girl," Michael told her, straightening his clothes while she sat meekly in the seat beside him. "Now get out."

"W-what?" Janine looked terrified.

Michael raised his seat back to its upright position. "Get out. I want Lucy to drive us to my house. You will sit in this seat."

"W-why?" she said, opening her car door and stepping carefully onto the tarmac.

"Because, slut, I'm going to play with your tits all the way back to my house."

"I-I'm going to be topless?"

Lucy had climbed into the driver's seat by now and started the engine. Michael climbed into the back and waited for Janine to get into the passenger seat. "You're going to be naked," he said. "Now get in before I change my mind and leave you here."

Janine hurried to get into the car, and Lucy pulled away before the brunette was fully in her seat. Michael's arms slid over Janine's shoulders and he pinched her large nipples between thumb and forefinger. Janine moaned in pain and pleasure; her hand went down between her legs. Lucy began to laugh. "Fucking slut," she commented as she drove through the night to Michael's house.

There was a car on Julia's drive that Michael had never seen before; a large, black sedan with New York plates. He shrugged, figuring it had to be a friend of hers staying for the night. He kissed Lucy and told her he would see her in the morning. Then he padded into his house, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Things were going to be all right, he thought. Perhaps he would try out for the football team; maybe he could get a place. Whatever, he would be among the popular kids at school, rather than one of the also-rans. He had Lucy, who loved him and adored his cock, and Janine (and probably half the cheerleading squad) would be happy to be humiliated any time either of them wished to use her. Yes, things were working out well.

The light was on in the lounge and he could hear the sound of the TV set. He walked in, wondering what his mother would say about the state of his clothes, and came to a sudden halt.

His mother was tied to one of the upright dining room chairs, a large ball gag rammed into her mouth. Bruises showed around her face and her dress was torn. Her eyes widened as she saw him and she seemed to be trying to tell him something as he rushed toward her.

Pain exploded across the back of his skull and he realised what her message was. Whoever it was that had tied her up was still in the house. Unfortunately by that time the world was fading rapidly to black and it was too late.

Chapter Eighteen

Michael woke up in a white room. At first he thought it was a hospital bedroom, but as soon as his senses returned he knew that this was a dreamscape. For one thing, hospital bedrooms had beds in them; Michael was lying on the floor. He was still wearing his party clothes, bare feet and everything, so the self-image had come from his current real-world status. He stood, and located a door that opened when he pulled on the handle. It opened onto a white corridor and Michael was beginning to wonder if this dreamer needed to get a new decorator.

He padded down the length of the corridor. All the doors he passed were locked, and anyway he somehow knew that the room he wanted was at the other end. After trying a few doors he gave up and ran down to the door at the far end of the passage way. He opened it and light flared around him causing him to cover his eyes.

The room that emerged from the light was large with oak-panelled walls and huge chairs padded with red fabric. It looked like a kind of court, something like he had seen on TV; the Old Bailey in London maybe. Except that no judge he knew of was a six-foot stick of a man dressed in a long, black coat with skin as white as chalk. Four other figures, who appeared to be quite similar, floated behind him. They appeared a little translucent as though they were not really there.

Several large men were standing around the room wearing business suits and sun glasses. They looked like Secret Service agents or FBI, but with a hint of menace that neither of those groups could muster.

Two of them flanked Julia, and the sight of her made Michael's heart drop in his chest. She had been winched into a leather corset that had to be breaking ribs. Her breasts were forced out the top of it in a manner that he would have found very appealing under normal circumstances. Her wrists were fitted through a yoke that had been clamped around her neck. Her feet, fitted into horrific looking eight-inch ballerina-style spiked shoes, were kept wide apart by the iron spreader bar fixed between her ankles. Her mouth was spread wide by a dental gag with a ratchet fitting that had been opened as far as it would go. Her face and arms were bruised, her nipples reddened and sore; there was dried spunk plastered over her face, breasts, and naked pussy. Michael had never seen her looking so... beaten.

"Mr Peters." The tall man's voice rang out across the room. "You have been called here to hear the judgement that has been passed upon you and those who know you."

"What judgement? I don't..."

"You will be silent before your betters. You are not required to understand, only to hear our judgement and to receive it."

Michael felt anger overcoming fear. "I don't know what you're talking about. What have you done to Julia? Was it your people who attacked my mother?" He took a step forward and two of the goons flanking the judge's throne stepped forward, drawing bulky-looking automatic pistols from under their jackets.

"We are the presiding judges of The Council," said the dark figure. "Ours is the power to seek out and pass judgement over all transgressors of the Council's Rule."




Magic Lessons Part 4



"I know nothing about your Council or its rules."

"Ignorance is no defence. Miss Calvin should have instructed you of The Council by the end of your sixth week of training..."

"I haven't been training for six weeks," Michael pointed out.

"Your obvious power denies that statement. Her transgressions will be punished as will yours. You will be taken from this place..."

And Michael realised that the man before him was afraid. All of them were. The suspicion emerging from the back of his mind was that he was what they were afraid of. These were the people Cleopatra had warned him of. They would come to harm him and those around him. But they were afraid of him. Michael's back straitened.

"...your mind will be destroyed. Miss Calvin will be placed in eternal servitude in one of the dungeon dreamscapes. Your mother and the girl Lucy will be killed since they have been affected by your power." Michael clenched his fist and lashed out with his will. The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow.

"I suppose you think you'll be able to do that, do you?" Michael growled. The goons drew their guns and fired, but Michael had seen this stuff in 'The Matrix' and there was not much different between a computer simulation and a dream. The bullets slowed to a stop feet away from him and hung in the air, spinning gently. Michael swept his hand out in a long arc and one of the goons flanking the spilled throne jerked violently sideways. He crumpled into a heap, his head at an odd angle on his neck.

Images were flashing through Michael's brain as the judges' fear grew. He saw people with his talent for affecting the real world being hunted for centuries. For all those years the mass of lucid dreamers and minor magicians had tried the few stronger ones for supposed crimes against the Rule of the Council. Everyone who had come into contact with them had been destroyed to keep the existence of magicians and sorcerers secret from the majority of dreamers and the public at large.

"Kill him!" one of the judges shrieked. "Kill him now."

Michael's anger flared white hot and he lashed out. Three of the goons exploded into showers of white light. Another began to twist slowly until his spine snapped as his head achieved looking a one-hundred and eighty degree turn. The others fired repeatedly, achieving nothing, until their guns exploded one by one throwing shards of hot metal into their faces.

With a wave of his hand, Michael banished Julia's bonds and helped her stand.

"Thank you," she said in a tired voice. "Why hasn't that one gone?"

The judge that had been on the throne remained standing while his fellows had faded when Michael began destroying the guards. The look of terror on his face was most satisfying. "I'm holding him here," Michael replied, "and now I'm going to pass my judgement."

He walked up to where the man in the black coat was standing and looked him in his black eyes. "I'm not going to kill you; death would be, as they say, too good for you. I'm going to seal you up in your body. You will never have another dream, lucid or otherwise. You will have no powers and, since I understand dreaming is required for sanity, I expect you'll go slowly mad. You'll end your days a gibbering wreck in a mad house, and you'll always know what power you once had." As Michael finished, the judge's body faded away, vanishing into the air as the others had done. But this one was screaming as he did so.

"We should get you back to your body," Michael said and the dreamscape melted around them. They were left standing in the astral projection of Julia's kitchen.

"I'm... afraid that won't be possible, Michael," she said.

"Sorry?" He had half-carried her into the lounge by now and suddenly he knew what she meant.

There were dead goons lying around the room; five of them, all naked. He recognised them as some of the men he had just taken apart in the dreamscape. On the floor between them was Julia's body, lying face down, her hips propped up on cushions. She had been raped, repeatedly from the looks of it, and then her neck had been broken. "Oh shit!" Michael managed to get out.

"Never mind now, Michael," Julia said. "Take me to Cleopatra and then help your mother. Then you need to get Lucy and get away from here. There's money in a draw in my bedroom. I'll tell you where as we go. You can catch the Amtrak from Charlottesville. Go down to New Orleans. There are people I know who can help you there."

"H-how can you be so calm?" he stammered. "L-look what they did to you."

"I suppose it's my body and I'm dead. Being dead gives you a new perspective. C'mon, you have to hurry. The Council will be sending hunters out after you and as long as you're here you're a danger to all those around you."

With a strangled sob Michael summoned his will and drove them upward into the land of dreams.

Epilogue

"Death is only the beginning." Imhotep the Mummy.

Michael watched the night passing by the window of the train. He was alone. His mother had been dead on arrival at the hospital and, despite attempts to resuscitate, she had stayed that way. It had been too much; taking Lucy with him would have put her in more danger. He had run without saying goodbye rationalising that he could contact her in her dreams once he was out of her way. So Michael was heading for New Orleans, alone with his sorrow.

The train pulled into Danville, VA, at around half-past midnight. It was keeping to timetable, which would have them pulling in to New Orleans at half-past eight in the evening. He supposed he should get some sleep, but sleep was the last thing he wanted right now. With sleep came dreams and Michael very much wanted to never dream again. The train pulled away and Michael watched the lights of the town fade into the darkness of countryside.

There was a knock at the door. Michael stood, walked the short distance across the compartment to the door, and looked through the peep hole. It was Lucy. He unlocked the door and flung it open, pulling the girl inside and wrapping her in his arms. She said nothing, but dropped the bag she was carrying and hugged him back.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked finally.

"I told you to catch this train," was the reply.

Michael blinked and pushed Lucy out to arms length. "Julia?"

"Shut the door, Michael. We need to talk." She walked over to the compartment's seat and sat down, looking out through the window. Michael closed the door and sat down beside her.

"Is Lucy aware? Can she hear us?" he asked after a short pause.

"Yes, she's been aware of what's going on since I took control of her. You should not have left without her."

"They killed my Mom; I didn't want them doing the same to Lucy. I figured if I was nowhere near her she'd be safe."

Lucy shook her head. "Lucy's mind has been altered by her contact with you, me, and Cleopatra. She's marked; they'll hunt her down as well. If she stayed with her family she would eventually let something slip and they would become targets. She had to run just as you did."

Michael looked down at his hands and began to sob. "This is all my fault," he moaned.

Lucy dropped to her knees in front of him and looked up into his eyes. He looked back and realised he could see a hint of Julia there. "This is not your fault. You tried your best to save your mother. You could not have saved me. If anyone is to blame, it's me. I should have gone to Cleopatra sooner; I should have told you about The Council. You are not to blame, do you understand me?"

Michael nodded. "I'm going to get them, though," he said. "I'm going to find them, and I'm going to destroy them."

"Perhaps, in time," she replied. "Look, I've got a limited time I can stay here, it's tiring possessing a body like this. There's something I need to do before I go. Sit back." Michael sat back on the seat, wondering what she meant. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Before he could think about it his flaccid cock was cradled in her hand. "I don't think I've ever seen it like this," she commented.

"Look, Lucy, err, Julia, I'm not sure I can..."

"Michael, you need to understand that I don't hold you responsible for my death. Being dead isn't a good thing, but it has opened up paths I never had while I was alive. Consider this a reminder that I'm not entirely gone."

She opened her mouth wide and took his cock into it. Her lips worked down until she could suck in his balls as well and her tongue played over him, seeking some indication that she was doing the right thing. With a sigh, Michael relaxed and his cock began to stiffen. As he expanded in Lucy's throat, she allowed his balls to slip out and closed her lips around his shaft. Her tongue and teeth were doing things to him that could not be ignored. He groaned, knowing that once Julia had him in her mouth there was no way he could deny her anything. She teased him and played with him for ten minutes, and then allowed him to build to climax.

Then, as the bliss began to overcome his rational thoughts, he heard Lucy's voice in his mind. "Oh, so that's how you do it," she said.