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You feel the knob of what is undoubtedly James' penis begin to push against your vagina. You are in no way properly wet yet, and he is simply trying to **** his way in -- this is an outright painful experience! You have to stop looking through the book as he pushes in, because you can't even concentrate on anything else.

Unable to push in more than what feels like an inch or two, the invading member pulls back out and tries again, still nearly as painful as before, and with only a small amount of additional success. A third attempt yields the same result, and just as painfully. You're becoming very sore at this point, and want to nearly shriek with anguish.

You feel the penis pull out again, and not re-enter for a few seconds. When it does, it feels slicker. James probably got smart enough to lube himself up with spit or something. Unfortunately, your pussy is already sore enough that this does nearly nothing to ease the pain. You try to look through the book further, but with every slow thrust, you gasp with pain and have to pause.

You try to continue your search, but fail to find the spell again before you feel the invading dick swell within you, ready to spew its load. You curse James -- and yourself, for getting into this mess -- as you give up and drop the book. You grasp at your crotch, irrationally trying to remove the invading dick even though all that is there is your own smooth skin.

You feel James' dick twitch, shooting rope after rope of cum deep into your disembodied pussy. You're nearly ready to weep, fearing that you may have no way of getting your vagina back. You feel the penis within you pull out, and your battered pussy is grateful for the intrusion to be over. You pick the book back up to look through it again, and you suddenly feel a hot snapping sensation on your crotch. You wince, fearing that James might not be done with you and wait a few moments. It's then that you feel the tickling trickle of fluid out of your vagina and down your ass.

You know it's futile, but you reach down involuntarily to wipe up the phantom feeling, and are surprised to feel the juices come up in your hand. Even more wonderful is feeling your own sore vagina as you wipe your hand upward. You never thought you would be so grateful to feel your own labia. Unfortunately, you notice that you have, in fact, wiped up James' cum leaking from your pussy. Your fertile, not-on-the-pill, middle-of-your-cycle pussy.