A Witch

Jeremy grabbed the wand and his pants, at first starting to panic, but then remembering he could magic his way out of any problem. He pulled on his pants and opened the door with a self-confident grin.

His grin widened as he saw who had knocked. It was a seriously-stacked woman in her early thirties dressed in a curve-hugging grey dress with long, glossy dark hair and an angry scowl. Jeremy was confident his wand and his dick could turn that frown upside down.

And then his face fell when he saw what the woman was holding. It was a wand. And it was much, much bigger than the one he was holding.

“Amateur hour is over, Harry Potter,” the woman sneered. “Hand over the wand right now unless you want to finish up your pathetic life eating flies in a pond somewhere.”

“I…I just…” Jeremy stammered.

“You just started playing around with forces you don’t understand, no doubt thinking with your dick,” the woman said. “This is why we don’t let men have wands. They’re more irresponsible with them than they are with their peckers. The acolyte that you got that from stole a huge stack of lesser wands and is currently being sodomized by a demon of the third pit. Unless you want to be the demon’s fluffer, you’ll hand that wand over to me now.”

Jeremy thought for a second about making this incredibly curvy woman his love ****. His cock enthusiastically supported that idea. But reason won out, along with a serious aversion to demon dick, and he reluctantly handed his little wand over.

“Good decision,” the woman told him. “Now let’s see what you’ve done. If it’s easy to fix, I’ll let you off light.”

She climbed into the van and looked in disgust at Jizzy Lizzy and Jizzy Jessi. She waved her wand and cleaned his spunk from the girls in a sparkly flash and dressed them in matching blue sun dresses. The girls pouted.

“We wanted to fuck more!” one of them protested.

“HUSH!” said the witch and waved her wand. The girls eyes went wide and they stood smiling and swaying, oblivious to all around them.

“Are they really twins?” the witch asked.

“No,” Jeremy admitted. “I made one of them look like the other. I’m…I’m not sure which. Sorry.”

The witch rolled her eyes.

“Men!” she said in disgust. “I’ll just do a time reversal. How long since you started fucking with this bimbos. I mean with the wand, not with your prick."
 
“About an hour,” he said, though it felt like a glorious eternity.

“I’ll send them back two,” the witch said. “Just in case.”

She waved the larger wand at the jizzy twins and they were gone.

“Now, what to do with you!” said the witch, turning sharply towards him with a sadistic grin.

But she turned a little too sharply, not noticing that she had stepped into a large pool of Jeremy’s magically generous spooge.

“Fuck!” she screamed as she toppled forward into Jeremy throwing out her arms and dropping both wands. She hit him tits-first and together they fell to the sperm-spattered floor of Liz’s van. Jeremy looked to the left. There was the witch’s wand, just inches from his hand.