The Mundane, The Magical, The Middling

John finally pulled his eyes away from the idol and found his arousal mixed with suspicion. He must have worn it on his face, as June's smile began to falter. "That statue must have really caught your eye..." She leaned back on the edge of the bed, her hands gliding across the fabric as her breasts parted slightly.

Her legs opened, and John found his suspicion waning. "It's very... interesting," he decided. The pop-up about the Kingdom remained until he took a step towards June, and he nearly paced back to hunt for it. "The picture, though..."

"Yes?"

John used the excuse to near the statue again; sure enough, the prompt appeared once more. Maybe it's the vanity, or the photographs, or the statue, or just some point in space... but this is definitely where it is... John picked up the photo and stared intently at the two girls: his first instinct was to think June had spent her college days as a goth, just given the difference in chest size. But he narrowed his eyes at the nerdy teenager in the photo...

"Was this you?"

June blinked in disbelief, and muffled an honest laugh. Without the male gaze upon her, she very gracelessly jumped up from the bed and stalked over to her guest, only turning the seductive charm back on when her hands glided over his chest and stomach. She looked at the photograph, and her smile grew as he kept his finger on the flat-chested nerd. "Indeed it was... admitted at sixteen, already ahead in my classes... yet without a clue about boys or their..." The hand on his stomach glided down, and John did his best not to tremble. "... curriculum." He seemed attentive even as her fingers touched the base of his cock, so she continued. "But my roommate was different: in her twenties, hating most of her classes... and a bonafide pagan witch, if you asked her."

John flinched at that. June gripped his nethers gently. "A witch...?"

"Do you believe in witches, John? Blessings and curses... gods and goddesses-?" Her sentence ended abruptly, and turned into a happy sigh as his hands traveled backwards to caress her hips and ass. Her breasts squeezed between them as she inched closer, inviting his wandering digits. "She was really special, in her own way... she gave me this statue of her goddess, saying it would bless me, too, and... can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course..." John leaned his head back and kissed her neck. She has no mana, and even mundane folks have mana... but I still shouldn't trust her yet... He resisted the urge to read her thoughts, but the option came ever closer.

"I think it did." Her hands both wrapped around his meat, giving it earnest tugs as he leaned against her. "I always knew she was special... and if I had to guess..." She leaned her head against his, bringing her hot breath to tingle his ear. "... and I'm starting to think you're really special, too."

John cast read mind, and the tranquil, soothing roll of her thoughts swept low and soft into his inner-ear.

He's so big, and strong, and confident... where's the awkward freshman who signed up for my class? Where's the introverted author who teased me with his words, the promising "artiste amateur" whose skinny arms I studied in class? He's gone, June... maybe he eloped with sixteen-year-old you, wandering the lily fields of a humble past where the old Forms belong. But old John is gone without reason, just like old June... I'm convinced... he must have had the same experience... but so much faster- no... perhaps he's a "Morticia Moonshadow" in his own right.

John turned and tried to behave as if the thoughts were not gently lapping against his mind. He kissed her hungrily; she surrendered control, for now, and returned his eagerness with her own as her chest squished against his. As the unknown name rose in her mind, and with it the more intimate, ever more real image of the goth in the picture, he parted tongue and lips to meet June's eyes. "I'm nothing special, Ms. Summers."

A bad liar...

"Don't be so humble; I've been watching you, and watching you change. You're not the freshman who's attended my class when school started... you've changed in many, many ways... maybe more than I know." She grinned. I just want to know. "You realize that, don't you?"

Her hands continued to twist and urge another orgasm from him, but he kept control as he guided her towards the bed. "The only thing that's changed is my fortune... by being here, with you."

1:59PM, at Felicity's...

The incense had burned nearly down to stumps; where the statue once wielded fiery spears, it now held burning cobs of corn, each one buttered in ash. Smoke, steam, and the airborne moisture of three women and their violent, continuous orgasms made the room a foggy mess. No one choked upon the smoke; they inhaled it, absorbed it, and it was cleaner than air in how it invigorated and drove them.

Brenda Newman was on her back, her massive breasts spilling onto her with tortured nipples chewed and sucked so viciously as to warrant eventually leaving with band-aids on them. Spit and femcum stained her thighs, ass cheeks, and crotch in every direction, earned from laying or standing in every position she had taken to let foreign digits fuck her twat to irritation. The pain was pleasure, here, and she moaned almost mindlessly as her thighs continued to squeeze the head between them.

That head bobbed and worked hard on Brenda's clitoris while its now-familiar, slender left hand held onto her thigh and the other made efforts to shove itself entirely into the old mother's birth canal. The cone of fingers was nearly inserted to the knuckle; Brenda was bucking wildly at the vicious, welcome penetration, now only a bit more stretching away from leaving the MILF properly fisted. That same hard-working soul vibrated as she was pounded in turn; her cunt was a sopping mess, and fluid drooled from her as the strap-on ravaged it. The vibrator battery had died just minutes ago; all's the same, as the woman wearing it simply replaced the vibrations with ever-more vicious pounding. In total, the increased **** of their sex brought the fucker, the fucked, and the mentally-numbed housewife to another shared shriek of joint pleasure.

"God... she's..." Brenda struggled to catch her breath. "God... Moi... Moira... you're so fucking... good... at this...! Felicity, isn't she...?"

Felicity rose her head from Brenda's crotch, panting in-turn now that the thrusting had finally stopped. "She's... she's a natural... you... you should've brought her to me earlier!" she gasped.

Moira trembled, and let the thrill run through her as she slowly withdrew the dead toy from Felicity's puss. Moira stood at the edge of the bed, before the collapsed older women, with all the vigor of the Lady coursing through her along with the inexplicable pleasure. I had disarmed her so I could leave... but this feels rather... "... good..." Though the nub and almost hook-like vibrator pressed inside her own cleft was similarly dead, its rubbing still felt good as long as she thrusted hard. She had almost injured the panting woman before her, but even now they all wanted more. "But..." Moira tightened her gear, stretching the leather straps until they snapped back audibly.

"B-But...?" Felicity repeated.

Moira grabbed Felicity's butt cheeks, presented so temptingly as the shopkeeper remained on her elbows and knees before the Newman altar. "You still deserve punishment... for lying to me..." Moira spread Felicity's ass, and stealthily guided her glistening plastic cock towards the inviting little starfish.

"W-What kind of punishment?" The freckled brunette tried to turn and see, even as Brenda's hands urged her face back down.

The toy kissed Felicity's asshole, and Moira grabbed the poor girl's hips firmly. "Cardio."

Back at Summers'...

In the grand scheme of things, after the train of women John had enjoyed in a single week, what was a mere tumble with his art teacher?

Perfect, he would reply.

He buried himself inside her, mounting her left thigh while her right leg stretched cleanly before him, letting him bury his cock into her, raw and unprotected, as he battered her babymaker. He took care not to maul her breasts or offend her; he stroked slow and deep, caressing her perfect skin wherever his fingers could reach, kissing her shins and smiling down at her as he worked. She had worked him up quite a bit; even now he was close to coming, but she didn't show more than a blush as any sign that she was close to her own orgasm. If he came again, and kept going to try and bring her to orgasm too, she'd only grow more suspicious of him; this paranoia bought him all of three seconds of stamina...

"I'm... I'm going to..."

"Inside," she moaned, retracting her leg to hold it up with her hand. He didn't think further than her order, and quickened his pace. She seemed no closer to coming herself, but her excitement grew; she smiled toothily and winced as she worked her vaginal muscles. John had read about Kegel exercises, but had assumed he'd never meet a woman who actively practiced them; here, now, her vice grip threatened to cut off his cum even as it mercilessly jacked him off mid-thrust. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he shuddered, and she released him just in time to let the high-pressure hose off against her cervix, blasting her with another full-sized load. Cum began to spit out from the rim of her labia, and she gasped in surprise as she felt the surge flowing into her. How is he coming this much?! I've never gotten pregnant before, but I always make them come outside first. At this rate...

"You're not...?!" John gasped, and then cut himself off as he realized what he almost admitted. "... You're on the pill, right?"

Well, I've never gotten knocked up... "Of course." It was a lie, and he could taste it on her thoughts, but along with it was an almost innocent characterization, as if it were a lie without consequence. The goddess' blessing will protect me. It was an earnest thought; it confirmed, to a point, what John suspected.

He checked her status again: no pregnant warnings or anything of the sort. Better keep an eye on it, just in case... "That was... hoo..."

"Are you... are you still...?" June moved to dismount, but his cock chased her until he was buried inside once again, pushing more of his jizz out of her. He remained hard enough that she had to glance down again to make sure it was his orgasm she felt.

"Ah, sorry... I-I mean, yeah," he tried to whisper confidently, "but I can keep going."

"John... you..." He's so obviously blessed too, or else he's a... witch? A warlock? Wizard? I should've asked Mariana what male witches were called... The goth girl appeared again in June's thoughts; two names for the same college roommate, then. "... You sure are blessed." The word was loaded even without reading her mind.

"I... suppose I am." A pause between them.

I think he means it... I think he knows. Flexible as she was, she rotated with him inside her, snaking her legs from over and under him to hook them against his buttocks. With only the toned strength of her form, she lifted her torso up to him, completely wrapping his body in a hug of arms and legs as she brought her face close to his.

He continued to kneel on her bed, holding her up; their mixed fluids dripped onto the sheets from where they remained joined. "I've... been looking for someone like you, John... the truth is, I don't think you're just blessed..." It must have been him: the football team incident, the strange "illness" in the girl's locker rooms, the reason I can't quite... remember... yesterday... this whole, insane week. Who or what else could it be? "... I think you're... a bit more special than that."

"Like you?" he whispered, going to kiss her.

She leaned away from him and, when he looked hurt, quickly darted her tongue up his lips and nose with a grin. "More, I think..."

"What if I a-aaaaahm...?" She began to jack him off with just her muscular control down below, standing perfectly still even as he felt his length, from head to base, being massaged by her vagina. Her back arched, and her chest rested near his chin as if to tempt him to motorboat her while she motionlessly fucked him.

If he's toying with me- No; he seems sincere, even adorable... "Then I won't pry... today. I couldn't ask my roommate before she vanished, and I don't want to put that burden on you..." To think, that he really might be... "I just want you to enjoy yourself, today."

"I am-" John urgently began.

"I mean really enjoy yourself," she corrected. If blessings or magic are real... if I'm not just a bit crazy... then I've been stuck here in the middle, a part of it without being a part of it. If I could just get him to prove that I'm not crazy for believing all this... then... His mind filled with a cacophony of images instead of thoughts: of dreamscapes and beautiful, too-real renditions of some of the paintings they had passed. This was art in the artist's mind, as real as Springfield itself; these were the worlds and realities that June, no, that any artist wanted to see realized, but never could quite bring to fruition through any mere medium...

... at least, not without something as absurd and impossible as magic. He remained silent as he contemplated her.

"... and don't hold back just because you think I can't handle it."

A naked hunger for knowledge, then. It was an odd thirst to feel mid-coitus, even as she was already halfway to getting him off a third time. For all her libido, she now seemed barely able to focus on the sex. God, even when I try to have a normal, nice time...! John nearly cursed at himself aloud for the selfish thought. Think about her for a second, John: she's... clearly been affected by magic, but she has no idea what it is or how it works. It's obviously frustrating, so should I... should I really show her? Is that even wise...?