The Magic Glory Hole (Jeannie’s Interlude)

It didn’t take much wandering the halls for Jeannie to find something to keep her occupied. A mystic being of her caliber is uniquely sensitive to the thoughts & feelings of those lower in the karmic cycle; though she did not particularly care ablut the humans around her, there was a certain novelty in immersing herself in their joys, cares, & worries.

Each human emotion carried its own sensation; difficult to find an exact analogy, but something like the different bottles behind a bar. She had been around long enough to know how to mix her favorites (a heady cocktail of arousal, lust, & glee), to have lost her appetite for the sickly sweetness of jealousy, to avoid the spicy heat of anger that some of her distant family had overindulged in before running through their entire stock.

To such a connosieur of the human condition, a college campus could almost feel like an overwhelming banquet. So many feelings building up & expressing themselves! She sensed the pride of an artist receiving a good critique, the panic of a student pinned down by a math test, the rush of a couple making out in the stairwell between classes. So many stories to tell, & so many opportunities for magical mischief.

Despite her inherent desire to fuck with mortals in ways she thought were funny, Jeannie was feeling rather generous from the success of the classroom orgy (& her new idiot pupil Johnny on his first day out.) Maybe humans weren’t so bad! Perhaps this was an opportunity to really help someone out, instead of just giving them magic powers that inevitably led to fucking the brains out of everyone they met. She scanned the building with a sympathetic mind in search of someone in need.

Hmm. Actually, there were quite a few people struggling, & most of them were kind of a drag. Teen angst was not one of her favorite flavors. Okay, so the philanthropy could wait another couple centuries: who in this building is horny?

Ah! This was more like it. So much pent-up sexual energy, it was amazing that the classrooms didn’t turn into delirious fuck-chambers more often. She sifted through the boys fantasizing about their teachers instead of listening to their lessons, the girls trying to sneakily check out the package of the guy giving a presentation, even a few startling cases of students reading dirty comics on their phones in class.

Still, one voice called out to her much stronger than the others, a mix of a long-running insatiable desire & a “fuck the world” mentality. This was a sexual frustration unlikely to fix itself without magical intervention—something Jeannie was very happy to provide! She snapped for fingers for a quick outfit change & headed into a nearby womens’ bathroom to meet her new prey— err, friend.

The room was small, clean, & empty, with the exception of a tall girl with curly hair fixing her makeup with a scowl. Jeannie stepped up beside her & smiled pleasantly at her in the mirror, reaching into her bottomless clutch bag to produce an entirely-too-elaborate golden brush & casually starting in on her flowing hair. She contemplated the best way to break the ice, before settling on a failsafe classic:

“Men! Right?”

The girl laughed, although it was difficult to say if she actually agreed or was just confused by the literal goddess who had apparently come into the bathroom to gossip with her. Still, whoever her new friend was, she liked the confidence & power that seemed to radiate off of her. She smiled back hesitantly, increasingly aware of Jeannie’s otherworldly beauty, but figuring it was probably just a really good skincare routine.

“Right?! Ugh, boys! Tell me about it. I’m Poppy, by the way,” she offered. “Actually, don’t tell me about boys, I don’t wanna know. But I am dying to hear what moisturizer you use!”

Jeannie let out a loud, clean, melodic laugh. “Oh, honey! It’s so simple, just a few vials of virgin blood & you’ll never have trouble again. Here, I’m sure I have a bottle in here somewhere...”

Jeannie rummaged improbably through her physics-defying bottomless purse, as Poppy wondered what company would willingly name a product “Virgin Blood.” Maybe it was a French brand she hadn’t heard of. When Jeannie finally did produce an elaborate glass decanter full of red liquid, Poppy politely decided not to question it — but did feel a considerable warming to the strange & generous beauty in the mirror beside her.

“Thank you, that’s very kind. So, um. Are you having boy problems, too? Or just busting into ladies’ rooms around campus to share your insanely fancy cosmetics?”

Jeannie took on the air of a wise & patient older sister handing down advice at a slumber party. “Poppy, let me tell you something. I never have boy problems. Every boy who became a problem for me is dead.”

Poppy felt that this was an unusual track to take, but chalked it up to art school theatrics & tried not to take it too literally. (Jeannie was, of course, simply stating the facts, but that’s not important now.) At any rate, Poppy definitely felt as though she had found someone to dish with about the rampant sexual inadequacy plaguing the university.

“I guess I’m just looking for a few good cocks, you know?” she began with a sigh. “I’ve met some sweet guys here, & a couple of real jerks, too, but none of them could fuck for shit. And afterwards you gotta hold ‘em & lie about how good it was, even if you really just want to get on tinder & find another one right away.”

“Kinda makes you wish you could just get the dick & throw out the man, right?”

“Yeah! Or, like, a whole row of them,” Poppy laughed. “Sorry, this is such a weird thing to say to someone I just met. I guess I just need to get laid. You get me...” she trailed off.

Jeannie smiled warmly at Poppy, turning a spell over in her mind & contemplating how best to reveal her divine powers. Sometimes it was better to just go for it.

“Well, my friend, have you heard the story about the magic glory hole on campus?”

Poppy blinked slowly, making sure that she had heard that right (& slightly starting to worry that her pretty new friend was some kind of criminal.) “I, uh... no, I haven’t heard about that...”

“Really?! I think we may have the solution to your problem in this very room,” Jeannie said with a sly grin, motioning for Poppy to come over to the second stall. After opening & closing the door to reveal a standard toilet, she made an elaborate show of knocking three times — humans were always more likely to believe in magic when it was accompanied by a bit of ritual — before opening it with a flourish to reveal a very different scene.

Poppy gasped. She had no clue how the fuck her friend had done it, but what had been an ordinary stall a second before had somehow been converted into a plush lounge with pillows on the floor, a huge screen playing filthy movies, & most importantly, a hole in the wall just large enough to suck a cock through.

Jeannie laughed again, taking immense pleasure in Poppy’s surprise. “I’m glad to see your mouth hanging open like that! Shows that you’re ready for what’s next.”

As if on cue, a huge 9” cock pushed itself into view through the hole, gently pulsing with what was clearly a very powerful erection. Poppy gave Jeannie a look as if to say “Is this real?” to which Jeannie only responded by waving her into the stall. She closed the door with a click & heard Poppy drop to her knees in front of it. A few seconds later, she also heard a slick sliding sound & gentle moans. Not long after that, the mystery man on the other side of the wall let out a long groan.

The door swung open & Poppy leaned out, pushing her hair back & licking cum from the corner of her mouth. The spent 9” cock retreated into the hole, only to be replaced a moment later by a slightly shorter thick black dick.

“Okay, girl, I don’t know if this is a dream or how you did this or... or WHAT, but I fully intend to ride this train as long as it goes.” She gave Jeannie a mock salute of appreciation before turning back & wrapping her lips around the head of the cock, savoring the dirty feeling of a second anonymous dick in her throat even as the first man’s load slid down her neck & onto her tits.

Jeannie smiled with the satisfaction of a job well done. “They’ll keep coming as long as you want them. Have fun!”

She left Poppy with a wink & a kissy face before letting the door close & heading back out into the hallway. Poppywas very entertaining, certainly, but she knew there was more fun to be had.

What happens next? How many cocks can Poppy handle? Is she joined by any friends or visitors? What other mayhem does Jeannie cause around the campus? Comments, suggestions, & new chapters encouraged!