A Little Spell 4
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:52 am
Scott kept his eyes to the ground as he walked, not daring to look up and risk eye contact with anyone they passed. It was only four blocks to the entrance of a long nature trail that wound through their town, but it felt like four miles as Scott felt like every passerby noticed his erection. Angie kept giggling as she saw him wince every time they passed someone.
“Oh, honey, stop being so bashful,” said Angie, kissing him on the cheek.
“You’re not the one with your cock practically ripping out your pants!” said Scott. “Please, just stop playing with me, alright?”
“Oh, alright,” said Angie, and the phantom hand cupping his balls released him. By this point, though, they had reached the relative privacy of the trail and its wall of trees, so this was hardly any comfort. Nonetheless, Angie waited patiently for Scott to try and will down his erect, before moving on. It was another mile before they reached the point where they could exit onto the block where the diner was located.
As they walked, Scott let himself get more absorbed into their surroundings. This helped calm him down some, as did Angie hooking her arm around his and leaning into him a bit as they walked. For a moment, Scott was able to forget about the strange powers his wife now had and relax. He even gave her a kiss in return and she smiled warmly at him.
Of course, Angie wasn’t the only woman who had developed the strange powers that the internet was calling Sex Magic. They said that by now, almost every woman in North America had gotten the magic, even out here on the West Coast, and it was spreading rapidly across the other continents. Scott and Angie’s small town was, thankfully, spared the riots and protests and weird cult gatherings the major cities were dealing with, but it was already apparent most of the women of the town were eager to embrace the gifts.
Even as Angie gave him a break for a bit, evidence of the magic was clear with every couple they passed on the trail. One pair of joggers had stopped to rest on a bench. The woman had her feet propped up on her man’s lap, and he was massaging them lovingly. His erection was very evident in his tight running shorts, and from the dreamy look on his face, she was probably giving him a psychic footjob even as he massaged her feet. She smiled knowingly at Angie as they passed, and Scott swallowed hard, watching the scene, his cock twitching at the thought of Angie doing the same to him. Angie giggled, and winked at him, and for a brief instant, he felt the trace of a fingertip, or perhaps a toe tip, coax his cock to full erection again.
Another couple they passed were sucking on popsicles, the woman in particular seeming to be really enjoying hers. The guy seemed barely able to walk straight, and he, too, had a massive erection. Scott realized with a start that the way the guy was twitching, it had to be in response to what the woman was doing to the popsicle. “Oo, that looks fun!” said Angie giggling as they passed the couple, she and the woman sharing a wink. “Hey, baby, you want to get a popsicle after lunch?” She giggled as Scott said nothing.
The craziest group they passed, however, was a trio of young women who came flying down the trail. Literally, flying, or at least hovering, standing on a trio of nearly naked boys! Scott and even Angie gawked as they watched. The boys were all hovering a foot of their ground, their bodies seemingly locked in a rigid, ramrod straight state. They wore nothing but speedos, all tented lewdly by their erections. The girls, dressed in rather skimpy skater gear, stood barefoot atop them. As the girls leaned forward, the boys beneath moved forward, and likewise to any direction the girls turned, riding the boys like hovering surfboards. The girls had calm, rather disaffected expressions, typical of wannabe rebellious teens, but the young men beneath them looked completely lost in hazes of pleasure. The girls zipped by fairly quickly, however, so there wasn’t much time for a more thorough examination.
“What the fuck was that?” said Scott, actually stunned more than anything.
“Oh, wow,” said Angie. “I think I read an article online about it. Some surfer group in L.A. created it. They call it boyboarding or boysurfing. I thought it was a joke article.” She laughed. “Wow, that looks fucking awesome!”
“Unbelievable! You can use your magic to float?” said Scott.
“Apparently,” said Angie. She concentrated on Scott, and he felt his cock go erect as the phantom hands closed around his shaft and balls. Then he felt many more grasp all over his body. She raised her hand up and Scott, to his amazement, began to float off the ground. He felt as though he was being held aloft by dozens of hands gently lifting him.
“Holy cow!” said Angie. “I didn’t even think of this!”
“Put me down!” said Scott, wriggling, even though he was only a few inches off the ground.
Angie laughed. “Oh, I am so boysurfing you back home!”
Scott’s brow furrowed. “Good god, no! Do you even know how to surf?”
Angie kept laughing, but flicked her hand at Scott, and he dropped back down. She leaned against him, shoulders shaking. “Oh, my lord,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, the image is just so funny!”
Scott suddenly saw an image of himself, totally naked, Angie standing on top on him in a swimsuit. She was riding him as the girls did, only this was over the water, and one foot was pressed onto his cock, as if using it to steer a rudder. Scott shook his head and looked in wonder at Angie. “Did you just put that image in my head?”
Angie, composing herself, said, “Yeah, whew, sorry, I couldn’t describe it in words well enough.”
Scott swallowed, and then remembered how she’d made an illusion of herself appear to him just that morning. Was their no end to the things she could do, so long as he was hot and horny for her? A sudden horrified thought occurred to him. Was this why she wasn’t letting him cum?
“Come on, Scott,” she said. “I’m hungry!” She tugged gently on his arm, while another phantom hand gently tugged his still hard cock. She frowned as she looked at his morose expression. “Aw, come on, honey, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t use you like that.”
“Are you sure?” said Scott. “You don’t seem like your ready to stop any time soon.”
Angie caressed his cheek. “Well, I’m not, not by a long shot,” she said. “But I’m not going to terrorize you like that. Okay?”
Scott looked into her eyes, and he couldn’t help but believe her sincerity. He hugged her. “Okay,” he said. “But seriously, can you please stop messing with my cock in public? Please?”
Angie mock-sighed. “Oh, alright,” she said, and the phantom hand vanished. “For now.”
“Thank you,” he said. He waited a moment for his cock to go down. Teased as he was, it seemed to take longer each time. Finally, he no longer had a humiliating bulge in his pants, however, and he let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Okay!” said Angie. She linked her arm around his again, and they continued on.
“Oh, honey, stop being so bashful,” said Angie, kissing him on the cheek.
“You’re not the one with your cock practically ripping out your pants!” said Scott. “Please, just stop playing with me, alright?”
“Oh, alright,” said Angie, and the phantom hand cupping his balls released him. By this point, though, they had reached the relative privacy of the trail and its wall of trees, so this was hardly any comfort. Nonetheless, Angie waited patiently for Scott to try and will down his erect, before moving on. It was another mile before they reached the point where they could exit onto the block where the diner was located.
As they walked, Scott let himself get more absorbed into their surroundings. This helped calm him down some, as did Angie hooking her arm around his and leaning into him a bit as they walked. For a moment, Scott was able to forget about the strange powers his wife now had and relax. He even gave her a kiss in return and she smiled warmly at him.
Of course, Angie wasn’t the only woman who had developed the strange powers that the internet was calling Sex Magic. They said that by now, almost every woman in North America had gotten the magic, even out here on the West Coast, and it was spreading rapidly across the other continents. Scott and Angie’s small town was, thankfully, spared the riots and protests and weird cult gatherings the major cities were dealing with, but it was already apparent most of the women of the town were eager to embrace the gifts.
Even as Angie gave him a break for a bit, evidence of the magic was clear with every couple they passed on the trail. One pair of joggers had stopped to rest on a bench. The woman had her feet propped up on her man’s lap, and he was massaging them lovingly. His erection was very evident in his tight running shorts, and from the dreamy look on his face, she was probably giving him a psychic footjob even as he massaged her feet. She smiled knowingly at Angie as they passed, and Scott swallowed hard, watching the scene, his cock twitching at the thought of Angie doing the same to him. Angie giggled, and winked at him, and for a brief instant, he felt the trace of a fingertip, or perhaps a toe tip, coax his cock to full erection again.
Another couple they passed were sucking on popsicles, the woman in particular seeming to be really enjoying hers. The guy seemed barely able to walk straight, and he, too, had a massive erection. Scott realized with a start that the way the guy was twitching, it had to be in response to what the woman was doing to the popsicle. “Oo, that looks fun!” said Angie giggling as they passed the couple, she and the woman sharing a wink. “Hey, baby, you want to get a popsicle after lunch?” She giggled as Scott said nothing.
The craziest group they passed, however, was a trio of young women who came flying down the trail. Literally, flying, or at least hovering, standing on a trio of nearly naked boys! Scott and even Angie gawked as they watched. The boys were all hovering a foot of their ground, their bodies seemingly locked in a rigid, ramrod straight state. They wore nothing but speedos, all tented lewdly by their erections. The girls, dressed in rather skimpy skater gear, stood barefoot atop them. As the girls leaned forward, the boys beneath moved forward, and likewise to any direction the girls turned, riding the boys like hovering surfboards. The girls had calm, rather disaffected expressions, typical of wannabe rebellious teens, but the young men beneath them looked completely lost in hazes of pleasure. The girls zipped by fairly quickly, however, so there wasn’t much time for a more thorough examination.
“What the fuck was that?” said Scott, actually stunned more than anything.
“Oh, wow,” said Angie. “I think I read an article online about it. Some surfer group in L.A. created it. They call it boyboarding or boysurfing. I thought it was a joke article.” She laughed. “Wow, that looks fucking awesome!”
“Unbelievable! You can use your magic to float?” said Scott.
“Apparently,” said Angie. She concentrated on Scott, and he felt his cock go erect as the phantom hands closed around his shaft and balls. Then he felt many more grasp all over his body. She raised her hand up and Scott, to his amazement, began to float off the ground. He felt as though he was being held aloft by dozens of hands gently lifting him.
“Holy cow!” said Angie. “I didn’t even think of this!”
“Put me down!” said Scott, wriggling, even though he was only a few inches off the ground.
Angie laughed. “Oh, I am so boysurfing you back home!”
Scott’s brow furrowed. “Good god, no! Do you even know how to surf?”
Angie kept laughing, but flicked her hand at Scott, and he dropped back down. She leaned against him, shoulders shaking. “Oh, my lord,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, the image is just so funny!”
Scott suddenly saw an image of himself, totally naked, Angie standing on top on him in a swimsuit. She was riding him as the girls did, only this was over the water, and one foot was pressed onto his cock, as if using it to steer a rudder. Scott shook his head and looked in wonder at Angie. “Did you just put that image in my head?”
Angie, composing herself, said, “Yeah, whew, sorry, I couldn’t describe it in words well enough.”
Scott swallowed, and then remembered how she’d made an illusion of herself appear to him just that morning. Was their no end to the things she could do, so long as he was hot and horny for her? A sudden horrified thought occurred to him. Was this why she wasn’t letting him cum?
“Come on, Scott,” she said. “I’m hungry!” She tugged gently on his arm, while another phantom hand gently tugged his still hard cock. She frowned as she looked at his morose expression. “Aw, come on, honey, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t use you like that.”
“Are you sure?” said Scott. “You don’t seem like your ready to stop any time soon.”
Angie caressed his cheek. “Well, I’m not, not by a long shot,” she said. “But I’m not going to terrorize you like that. Okay?”
Scott looked into her eyes, and he couldn’t help but believe her sincerity. He hugged her. “Okay,” he said. “But seriously, can you please stop messing with my cock in public? Please?”
Angie mock-sighed. “Oh, alright,” she said, and the phantom hand vanished. “For now.”
“Thank you,” he said. He waited a moment for his cock to go down. Teased as he was, it seemed to take longer each time. Finally, he no longer had a humiliating bulge in his pants, however, and he let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Okay!” said Angie. She linked her arm around his again, and they continued on.