Pool Scene

The waves of pleasure subsided and then stopped far too soon. Without Brad’s touch or Naomi kissing her, and with June trying not to let any of it happen. Her orgasm was ruined. June was still writhing, panting with a small moan escaping her lips, all as her kids awkwardly stared at the three of them; Brad, Naomi and of course June.

“_Oh god Amy, I think Brad and I just made your mom cum. You really do have the coolest mom! Don't you think that was cool Amy?” Everyone had been drinking all afternoon and Amy was further gone then most. Her words came out in a slur. “My mom? She’s fearless. Seriously. She doesn’t… hic… doesn’t care what anyone thinks. She just… goes for it.”_

Darren sat quietly on a lounge chair just a few feet from his mother. He was loudly silent. Eyes downcast with a mixture of emotion, but everyone noticed the small tent forming in his shorts.

Naomi smirked with her arm around June’s daughter.

“That was super hot, June, but maybe you want to cool off inside?” Naomi said lightly. With the waves of sensation finally fading, it felt like the best idea June had ever heard. “…oh yes… I’ll just be a moment.” She slipped indoors on unsteady legs, trying to hold her composure together.

June’s eyes slid toward her little gold-plated pill case. Her hand twitched toward it, then stopped. Her head was already too foggy. Too many feelings, too many magical influences, too much humiliation and confusion to think straight. The last thing she needed was more “stress vitamins.”

She pressed her palms to the counter and **** herself to breathe. Naomi Wilde was a magical girl. A fallen one. And she was targeting June and her family. June needed a plan, a way out, but every attempt at clarity dissolved into emotional static. She closed her eyes and tried, just for a moment, to pull herself back together.

Brad walked in

They were in the cramped guest bathroom closest to the pool. He filled the tiny guest bathroom with sheer physical presence. The space was cramped, barely big enough for two people, and the heat radiating off him made the room feel even smaller.

June felt it……the closeness, the weight of the moment, the way his bronzed, sculpted frame crowded the cramped space. He was dressed in nothing but board shorts, water still dripping from his skin. His messing brown curls framing his chiseled face and strong jaw.

Brad, blissfully uncomplicated Brad, just looked at her. No judgment. No schemes. No knives hidden behind his smile. Just a warm, loyal himbo offering his presence like a gift from the gods.

Fine. Let me do one thing beautifully, disastrously wrong. “Come here Brad, don’t you dare spoil the moment by talking, just come here.”

June sank to her knees as she pulled the young man’s shorts down. His cock plopped out in a satisfying way. Brad didn’t disappoint. He was at least nine inches and quite girthy. June had a discerning eye for these sorts of things. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the site of it.

Slowly she lifted up the member and started to lick the head. It was already dripping salty precum. June slowly relished the flavor before sliding that monster cock into her mouth. June's jaw stretched to contain it as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. This. This was wonderful. It was what June truly needed, but it wasn't all she needed.

June let the cock slip out of her mouth and even used her hand to rub it on her own face. June was cock hungry like a school girl and needed it in every way. “Ok, big boy, time to earn your keep” June practically jumped onto the bathroom counter. She pulled Brad close, kissing him and letting him have a taste of his own manhood.

Slowly June's hand rubbed Brad’s cock against her dripping slit. Up and down a few times. She was already wet and very ready. But she wanted to savor every delicious moment of this. She inched Brad's cock into her waiting pussy. Slowly the head penetrated her, filled her, drove her wild. She came before Brad was even fully inside her, biting his peck and letting out a sultry moan.

But she wasn't done.

She wrapped her legs around Brad's waist. Pulling him deeper and letting her guide the pace. Slowly at first June rocked back and forth on the meat stick. Then a bit faster. Soon June was in a continual state of orgasm as Brad plowed her with enough **** that June worried they would break the tile of the bathroom sink. She moaned and screamed from the pleasure. 'What would the neighbors think?'

The sun was starting to set when the party finally wound down. There was no way June’s kids didn’t hear her getting railed by Brad. But everyone pretended that nothing had happened. And now thankfully Naomi and Brad were leaving.

June was exhausted. Exhausted from the booze and pills, Exhausted from the emotional toll the day had taken on her and exhausted from from smiling. At least Naomi and Brad were leaving, finally….. But Naomi approached her one last time. ‘’What now’ June’s mind cried in a silent whisper.

Naomi stepped close to June, well with inside the personal bubble of invulnerability that Junes persona normally allowed. It was one more violation. But June knew she was beaten… today. No need to make a scene.

“You did good today June, so our little secrets get to stay hidden… for now, But there is a little matter of all the set backs you had today. You failed as a magical girl and I witnessed it, so now I get to compel your punishment. You; June Matron, Magical Girl: Herra, will never cross me Naomi Wild, Dark Nebula until the end of time. And if you break your oath may you loose the powers of merlin”

June screamed in her own mind as she felt the compulsion take affect.

“Remember, Herra. I know where you sleep and I go to school with your kids. If you try and cross me, i will call down a fucking air strike on your little piece of suburban bliss. I am a fallen magical girl. All of the power none of the responsibility and I will tear your life apart if you interfere with my plans.”

‘Airstrike?!?! Would she? Could she? This didn't seem genre appropriate at all, but June somehow knew not to doubt Naomi’s threats.

“Great party June!” Naomi said in a loud cheery voice. “Maybe me and Brad will be back again….. Maybe we will bring friends. You were soooo good at hosting today.”

No amount of pills and booze could have numbed the feeling racing through June’s head.

But June Matron was a divine, elegant bitch. And true elegance meant knowing the correct time, place, and posture for a complete emotional collapse.

So she straightened her back.

Folded her hands.

Lowered herself gracefully to the cool tile floor and sobbed quietly until the world blurred out of focus.