Boy Sorceress Pt. 02

Her fingers had been magic.

Her mouth was even better.

After kissing my pussy, her lips locked around my clit and her hot tongue bathed it with light, wet touches. The pleasure was so great I couldn't keep strangled sounds from coming out of my throat. Each stroke of her tongue made me lose more control of my body. When her fingers joined her mouth, my brain capitulated under the sensory overload.

I exploded in orgasm. My pussy clenched down on her invading fingers, making them feel like they were bigger and harder as they wiggled inside of me. The pleasure made my whole body shudder, from my pussy outwards. My skin was on fire and lightning arced between my pussy and my tits. I could barely hear my own scream from all the pleasure. My eyes were squeezed shut, but I could see explosions of colors in my mind.

I don't know how long I spent just lying there, shuddering with each tiny twitch of her fingers inside of me, but I only came to my senses when she loomed over me and smiled. I returned a dopey smile up at her and she leaned down to kiss me. I realized I could taste my own pussy on her lips and tongue. I guessed Ashley's pussy would taste the exact same and that made me happy, somehow. Just knowing what her pussy tasted like. I decided the taste was ok and returned Dakota's kiss eagerly.

I was quite surprised to feel myself bouncing with energy after a massive orgasm like that. If I were a guy, I would be made comatose by it. As a girl, I wanted more. No, I needed more. I devoured Ashley's mouth as I held the back of her head.

When she broke our kiss, I gasped, "That was awesome!" I started pushing her head towards my pussy at the same time.

Dakota resisted and put a hand over mine. She didn't seem angry as she smiled at me. "If you think that was awesome, wait till you get a load of this!" She tapped my hand and I let go of her head. She turned and reached over to her nightstand. She opened a drawer and took something out. I gasped when I recognized what it was. A vibrator. She put a hand on my shoulder and pushed. "Lie back. Lie back and relax. This'll do all the work for us." She brandished the vibrator and I complied.

She loomed over me again, letting her tits hang down and drag over my own. The touch made me writhe. "We have to warm it up, first," she said and placed the vibrator between my tits. I sucked in some air. It felt as cold as ice against my feverish skin. She lowered herself to mash our tits together around the sex toy. I hugged her close. I wanted to feel all of her body against all of mine. She felt so good. So smooth and so firm. I lost myself in the feel of her body over mine and her tongue in my mouth.

When she finally got up, I whimpered at the loss. "Nice and warm," she said, but I wanted nothing to be between our bodies. The air was cold against my skin. She picked up the vibrator and slid it down my belly. It was indeed warm against my skin, but it was a poor substitute for her. I grabbed her head and pulled her back down for another kiss. This time I plundered her mouth while she drew the hard, plastic sex toy over my labia.

It still felt a little cold and I was starting to have some second thoughts. I would have begged her to eat me out again, but my tongue was otherwise occupied. When she slid the end of the vibe into me, my pelvis instinctively flinched to try and draw more of it in. My pussy felt just like my cock, if it were wet, soft and more sensitive, and the vibrator felt like a hard, plastic pussy. All my instincts demanded I slam myself into it and drill away.

Dakota kept twirling the vibe and slowly plunging it deeper and deeper into my pussy. I wanted her to slam it all the way in, not tease me like that. I growled into her mouth. The vibrator went still in her hand. I broke the kiss and tried to reach down to grab it for myself, but then it came to life.

My belly turned itself inside out as a thousand pleasurable touches exploded along the length of my pussy/cock and began to tickle at my clit. Incoherent noises came out of my mouth. I was helpless under the sheer volume of pleasure that was assaulting my most sensitive flesh. Dakota drove the vibe in and out of me, dragging it directly under my clit, while I twitched as another huge release grew inside of me.

When the thumb of her vibrator-wielding hand tapped my clit, I exploded again. The orgasm was indescribably strong and the still shuddering vibrator kept increasing it every time my pussy clenched around it. The pleasure grew until it became almost indistinguishable from pain. My scream could fit either.

I didn't even have the time to catch my breath before Dakota pulled the toy out of me. She knelt above me, my mistress of pleasure. Her smile was predatory. "Now we get started," she whispered.

A brief panic shot through my mind. I was on fire, every nerve ending screaming joy at my brain, and this was just the pre-game show? My fears of dying in her arms returned, only I didn't find the prospect daunting. This was the way to go.

She turned off the vibrator and put it over my clit. I flinched and frowned. It was warm and wet from my juices, but even the air felt like too much on my clit right now. Dakota scissored her legs with mine and put her own pussy over my own. With the weight of her body behind it, the vibe on my clit felt like my cockhead was in a vice. I tried to buck her off, but my pelvis was only interested in downward motions, away from the intruder.

"Dakota," I yelled.

She began to slide the vibrator between our pussies and my discomfort vanished in an instant. She threw her head back and began to moan as she rode me and the vibrator at the same time. The toy slipped into me, making me tense up and gasp, then it would fall out to rub over her clit, then slip into her, then go everywhere in our groins as her hand jerked it and her hips pumped mine. When she turned it on, we sped to our orgasms and came together, our screams melding into one as our bodies shuddered to the same vibration.

Having witnessed her pleasure, I wanted to cause more of it. I was done with being her plaything and grabbed her tits to be her partner. We wrestled on top of her bed, grasping for the vibrator and each other's tits. I rode her, then she rode me, then I pinned her down, sat on her stomach and fucked her with the vibe until she came for a whole minute straight and screamed, "Sheila," at the top of her lungs.

I even forgot my name was actually Kevin at that point.

I lost count of the orgasms we had given each other, but I do know the vibrator quit at one point and we used it as a dildo. Her hands roamed freely all over my body, showing me where all my erogenous zones were. My hands concentrated on her big, beautiful breasts. She didn't seem to mind.

The time I spent in her bed was the best time of my life, but it couldn't go on forever. Gradually, our limbs stopped shuddering with pleasure and began to shake with exhaustion. We wound up lying on our sides, facing one another and kissing each other's pleasure-giving fingers in adoration. The sheets were completely soaked with our sweat and juices. The duvet was long gone.

I wanted to stay in her bed for the rest of my life. I wanted to die with her mouth on my pussy. She was so beautiful.

She raised her head and looked out the windows. "It's getting late," she said. She turned away from me and I whimpered at the loss of her warmth. She leaned over the edge of her bed, giving me a great view of her ass. I reached out and caressed it. She sat up on the bed with her phone in her hand. "Crap. I got a client coming in twenty minutes."

"Client?" I asked. She ran an occult shop. I knew she was a little pretentious, but I struggled to accept the fact that she would call her customers clients. Or schedule them, for that matter.

"Yeah, for the artwork. I think I can unload a few of the fertility statues on this guy. He represents a lot of art dealers all up and down the east coast."

"Oh," was all I said.

She patted my arm. "You can stay up here. I meant it when I said you were welcome to stay with me. I'll be an hour-tops-with this guy and then I'll come up again. You can order some food for us. I know I'm starving." She winked and jumped out of bed.

I was hungry, too, but the mention of food reminded me of the weight I had lost when I had spent the whole of last night as Ashley. It took three pounds of my real weight to change into her and back. Being Ashley for an hour, earlier in the day, had cost me no more weight, but I still had no idea what the price of being her for an extended time was. I needed to figure that out before committing to a lengthy stay in her shape.

"Um, I should go," I said.

Dakota stopped and turned on her heel, clearly disappointed. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. For all I knew, there was a real chance that spending the night in her bed as Ashley would get me killed for real. Or make me sick. I needed to get a better handle on this transformation stuff.

"Well, ok," she said and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. "Listen, I need to use the bathroom first and get cleaned up for this guy. You're going to have to wait until I'm done."

"Oh, no, no, no, I'll clean up at home."

"Okay then." She smiled and turned around. She walked towards the blue door in the corner of the apartment and pointed at the brown door next to it. "That's the door. You have to go down the hall and through the door at the bottom of the stairs to get to the street." She opened the blue door and turned around. "The shop's still locked."

I nodded and said, "Ok."

She disappeared behind the blue door and I got up to search for my clothes. I got dressed and walked over to the blue door. I could hear the water running behind it. "Uh, hey, Dakota?"

"Yeah?"

"About those symbols?"

"What?"

I frowned. "The symbols you're going to interpret for me?"

There was a pause and then she called out, "Oh, yeah! What about them?"

"Well, when do you think you'll be finished with them?"

She opened the door and stuck her head out. "Tell you what! You come by this bar tomorrow night and I'll tell you what they're called, ok?"

"Ok, but I need you to make an interpretation of them, too. You know, what do they mean when they're arranged the way I drew them on your notepad?" She looked at me with a tiny frown. "You remember, it's for my creative writing class, for extra credit?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember." She nodded her head. "I'm helping you put that fat asshole in his place."

She gives me the best time of my life and then she opens her mouth like that. Unbelievable.

I kept the scowl off my face as I asked, "So, you'll do it?"

"Of course, of course! You come by the 'Broken Axe Tavern' tomorrow night, around seven, and I'll have it for you. Ok?"

"Ok," I said, nodding.

"Ok," she said and pulled her head back into the bathroom.

"Hey, where is the Broken Axe Tavern?"

"Corner of Warwick Avenue and Third Street."

I nodded. I didn't know Springfield, but Google Maps would definitely get me there. "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow night. Bye!"

"Bye!" I turned to the brown door and opened it. Dakota poked her head out of the blue door again. "Hey, if you think you might be cold, take that shawl!" She vanished behind the door again and I looked to where she had pointed. There was a worn-looking shawl draped over the back of a leather chair. I had never before seen that color. It was kind of a cross between a very pale pink and a light gray.

I picked it up and realized it was over five feet long. I frowned. This was a great example of the kind of clothing I didn't want. Wrapping this thing around my throat was like begging the bad guys to strangle me with it. I left it where it was and went through the brown door.

The exit was right where Dakota had said it would be and I walked down the street to where I had parked earlier. It was cold enough to make me regret leaving the shawl behind. I soon found myself questioning my memory and my sanity, because my car wasn't where I had left it. I dashed back and forth, looking for it, until I came to the corner and looked up in frustration. Mounted very high on a post, a small sign proclaimed that this was a towing zone.

I screeched out a long string of curses as I kicked at the post with the sign on it. Of course this was a towing zone. Why wouldn't it be? The very first time I go with my decision to take action before running through a lengthy mental checklist and I wound up getting my Interceptor stolen or towed. I glared at the long row of cars parked right next to where mine had been. Of course it was onlymy car that went missing.

After throwing me for a loop with the reality-bending sacrifice, the universe decided to go for the good, old, Kevin-sets-a-toe-over-the-line-and-gets-his-fucking-head-chopped-off-because-of-it routine. Just one deep breath of the freezing air was enough to break my fugue and get me to think options and solutions again.

If my car was stolen, there was exactly fuck all I could do about it. Even if I turned back into Kevin and reported it stolen, the cops don't find cars, they just fill out the paperwork for the insurance companies. I wasn't insured against theft, so that was pointless. I guessed that I should report the Interceptor stolen, all the same. Just so the cops don't come looking for me if someone uses it as a getaway car.

If my car turned out to be towed, I was also shit out of luck. I couldn't pay to get it out. My wallet was in it, along with my clothes and all the money I had in the world. I had been poor before, but now I was truly broke.

Both options were made moot by my inability to turn back into myself. That would lead to me walking around town naked and freezing. My Ashley clothes were simply too small for my Kevin shape. Even the sweater could barely be pressed into service as an apron.

I rubbed my sides and skipped in place as I struggled to think of what to do. I decided that changing back into me wasn't an emergency. I didn't know how much weight I had lost sleeping through the night as Ashley, but it couldn't have been a lot. It couldn't have been more than I still had left to spare. I looked around and saw nothing I could use. I thought about going back to Dakota's place and asking for her help, but I didn't know exactly what to tell her and I kind of felt bad about lying to her so much already. I decided I would give her an hour with her "client" and then knock on her door.

I walked off in a random direction, looking for a bar, or someplace with locals I could ask about the towing and a phone I could use. I was beginning to shiver and I imagined what it would be like if my clothes were warm, as if they had just come out of the dryer. I really wished they had. They became toasty warm and I was able to stand up and walk normally, so long as I concentrated.

Two blocks over, I came across a bar and went in. I stopped imagining my clothes being warm. I was a little surprised not to feel them become ambient temperature in an instant and made a note of this. What I do with my power doesn't necessarily vanish the moment I stop pumping my will into it.

The bar was dark and smoky. There were two people sitting at the bar, two more at a table, and there was a pair of guys playing pool in the back. As I sized everybody up, I saw that the place was a dump, populated by strictly men. They looked kind of seedy, but I steeled myself and walked to the bar.

The bald barkeep sported a truly ugly grin as he looked me up and down. "What'll it be, Gorgeous?"

"Could I just use your phone, please?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Phone's for paying customers only."

The guy sitting three stools away from me said, "Give her a drink on me, Mike!"

Mike nodded at the guy and then nodded questioningly at me. I was quite dehydrated from all the fucking. "A big draught of Bud, please. And your phone."

Mike the barkeep went to pour me the beer and the guy that was buying it slid something across the bar towards me. It was a smartphone. "Here," he said, "use mine!"

"Thank you!" I picked up the phone and dialed 411. I asked the operator for the number and address of the Springfield impound lot. I called there and asked about my car. Sure enough, the assholes had it. I didn't bother asking how much it would cost to get it back. Fuck those assholes for towing my baby. I looked up the lot's address on the guy's phone. It was actually quite close, just six blocks away from the bar. I could walk there in half an hour and see about getting my Interceptor back.

I took a few really big gulps of my beer while I memorized the route to the impound lot. The beer was going down smoothly when a rough hand groped my ass. I nearly choked as I sputtered. It was the guy that loaned me use of his phone.

I knew chivalry was long dead, but I was kind of hoping that basic human decency was still on life support.

"What's the matter, darlin'," the asshat asked me, "got towed?"

I coughed as I nodded. His hand didn't move from my ass. I tried to step out of his reach, but his groping hand also forcibly kept me from doing that. I bit back my coughs as I glared at him. "Thank you for the phone and the beer, but I've got to get going now."

"Aw, don't go yet, darlin'. We's just startin' to get to know one another!"

"Take your," I said and coughed, "hand off my ass!" The man just smiled and leered at me. I coughed again and grabbed the wrist of his offending arm. I was going to pull his hand off me and use it as leverage for my following punch, but the man's arm wasn't budging a single bit.

Shit, I wasn't Kevin. I was Ashley and Ashley could barely beat up a kitten.

The guy groped my ass again and his finger slipped between my buttocks. My vision turned red and I willed myself to be as strong as I was as Kevin. I tugged his hand off my ass, but my shoulder suddenly started to hurt. I grit my teeth at the stabbing pains and put my other hand against the front of the guy's throat. His eyes went wide as I squeezed.

My glare was powered by the pain. "I said thanks for the phone and the beer, but I've got to be going now."

"Kurt, you gonna let a bitch do you like that?" someone asked from behind me.

Kurt's surprise at being overpowered by a tiny girl was swiftly beaten back by the humiliation of being overpowered by a tiny girl. With a small growl of anger, he tried to pull my hand off his throat. We were of pretty much the same strength, so he failed. That only made him more angry. He stood up and pulled me with him, like I was a rag doll. I realized the depth of my predicament. I could match him in strength, but not in mass. He would dictate where this fight went.

He illustrated the point by spinning us around. He used me to knock over a few stools and then slammed my back into the bar. The air exploded from my lungs. I lost my concentration and my limbs reverted to their weak state. I slid down the side of the bar to sit on the dirty floor. My shoulder still hurt from overpowering Kurt's arm. I could barely hear the cheers coming from his friends. Panic welled up inside me. I was going to get beaten, raped, mutilated, killed. My heart beat like a hummingbird and my whole body tensed up for action, but I couldn't think of a way to save myself.

Kurt leaned into my face. I could smell his foul breath as I gasped for air. He had a missing tooth on the left side. He said something, but I couldn't make out the words over the shouts of his friends and the whooshing in my ears. I tried to focus. A rough hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head upright. Another hand grabbed me by the boob and my head finally cleared.

I imagined weak electrical currents running through the air between my fingers at high voltage and willed it so. I curled my fingers around Kurt's elbows and his mouth flew open as his arms locked into place. He shuddered all over. I let go and he collapsed into a ball in front of me. A chorus of exclamations followed as all the men stepped back in surprise.