Hope

Hope left the truck running and came to the passenger side and pulled out her grocery bags, loading them on one arm so she could use her house key. "Thank you," she said.

"Fuck off," Emily gasped, still furious even as she looked like she was about to cum right where she sat. Hope sighed and obliged her. It took the girl a couple minutes to calm down enough to drive again once Hope got herself out of range. She made a point to obnoxiously peel out as she drove away, kicking up gravel and dust as she went.

Hope sighed, watching her go. That was the closest she'd had to company in months. Not pleasant, but she'd take what she could get.

THREE

As Hope lay down in her bed, she was suddenly aware of the attentions of a male's thoughts. Even this far from town, she could easily sense when a man was fantasizing about her. It was a common effect of the Sex Magic, alerting a woman to when a man was using her as fantasy fodder. The farther away she was, though, the less likely she was to pick up on the guy, unless it was a man she was particularly keyed into: either a lover or a devoted admirer who frequently masturbated to thoughts of her.

Hope could easily detect such signals even from men she had never interacted with, and even this far out from town. She supposed any man caught in her aura would count as being "teased" by her, so perhaps in that way, she made connections to the men without realizing it. She was thankful her Glitch condition didn't let her be overwhelmed by such signals; she could tune them out as easily as most other women if she chose. Curiosity got the better of her, however. After a trip to town, it was reassuring to know that not everyone hated her guts, even if they just thought of her as wank material.

Hope traced the psychic signal back. In her mind's eye, a window opened, giving her a clear view of a nude young man in bed. She recognized Sam from the grocers. She was a little surprised, and surprisingly flattered, to find him fantasizing about her; he was thinking about being in the grip of her intense sexual aura. Of course, in his fantasy, her aura wasn't as painfully overwhelming as in real life. The fantasy was strong enough that she had detected it without him even touching himself.

Poor guy. He lay in bed, trying to get some sleep. His penis had other ideas, however, and remained hard and throbbing, demanding attention. Hope glanced through the psychic network of his body and mind, her mystic senses tracing the web of signals representing men's sexual desires and responses. She saw the tightly wound conditions that prevented him from touching his penis or testicles when he had an erection. She saw the ethereal knots tied that blocked his orgasm, three solid blocks. Overkill in most cases, but it wasn't completely unheard of for some particularly persistent men to manage to break or loosen a block with enough effort and get relief. Sam's mother wanted no room for error when disciplining her son.

She thought again about giving the poor guy a break. She knew the boy would get in trouble if she did, but a quick check through his thoughts showed his bitch of a mother was going to find something to punish him for no matter what he did. No doubt she was going to chew him out just for fantasizing about Hope in the first place. So, really, a little mercy now wouldn't change anything other than to give the kid some rest.

Hope decided she would go for it. She had to do it fast, though. Unfortunately, if she tried to be sweet a take a little time to work him up with a nice blowjob or handjob sensation, no doubt his mother would sense it and promptly try to cut him off. Hope was pretty sure she could overpower his mother's magic, but she wasn't about to get into a "fight" through Sam's body. He didn't need that kind of treatment. So, okay. Just like town. All business. In and out and to the point.

Hope reached out with a tendril of her magic and quickly popped the blocks off the path of Sam's climax. Then, she wrapped his cock in a gentle, but firm grip. A warm, wet, silky feeling, not quite like being inside a woman, but close. She let this sensation soak into his penis, where she could sense the myriad tiny dots of his pleasure receptor nerves lighting up, like tiny lights along a net of thin wires. She reached out and clasped every nerve with her power, softly caressing them all with her mind. This technique gave a man pure, uncut pleasure, deeper and more sensual than any physical rubbing.

In an instant, Sam gasped, his head thrown back, and his hands flew to the sides of the bed, gripping them tightly. This wasn't the first time Sex Magic had stimulated him, but he'd never felt a technique quite like this. And Hope couldn't help but smile softly as she saw, in his mind's eye, his fantasy of being in her power coming sharply into focus. He had no idea who was doing this to him, but he imagined it was her. If only he knew. Hope couldn't help but feel a small, pleasant pride in that. Just to be sweet, she sent the sensations of a gentle kiss to his forehead and the tip of his penis.

Okay, no stalling. His mother was going to sense this any second now, if she hadn't already. Hope funneled the magic along his nerves, stimulating him deeply. Sam let out a cry that was almost a whimper as his every muscle clenched in the moment before orgasm. His body was rigid, his penis taught as a drum and quivering in the air.

And then Hope sensed another orgasm block suddenly ensnare his cock. She frowned and snapped it immediately, then imagined a protective sheath over Sam, blocking off any other women's spells. She could see him in his bedroom, sprawled on his bed, body frozen in the instant before climax, blanketed in her power. For a few breathless heartbeats, the moment seemed to go on forever.

And then, he was cumming, hard and long, thick ropes of semen launching out of his cock and splattering against his chest, face, and headboard. He let out a cry with every blast. As his climax subsided, Hope pushed her magic once more, and a second climax, even stronger than first, surged out of him. Sam's eyes went wide, almost panicking, but euphoric. Men didn't know what multiple orgasms were really like until a woman made them feel it.

Suddenly, Sam's mother burst into the room. Hope had a crystal clear view of the room and everything going on in it; she could easily see the fury in his mother's face. "What the fuck is going on?!" the other woman shouted. "Stop that this instant! You're not allowed!" She was throwing orgasm blocks on him like she was trying to plug holes in a leaking dam, but Hope's protection kept the spells off Sam. Hope decided to rub the bitch's face in it, and as his second climax started to fade, she spurred him into a third, right in front of her. This time, the semen he provided hit the wall above the headboard. Sam thrashed like a fish out of water, his cock swinging wildly, and the last few stray shots went wide.

One glob of semen struck his mother right in the face. She froze, utterly stunned, looking like she'd just been slapped. Hope decided that was as good a crescendo as any, and finally released Sam from her power. Sam collapsed, boneless, gasping, and smiling beautifully. Hope couldn't help but smile as well, even as the scene faded, her senses losing contact as Sam's sexual tension was relieved.

Hope sat back in her chair and smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. She realized she had grown wet. It had been awhile since she'd relieved her own tension, and Sam was rather cute, if young for her.

What the hell. A little time with the vibrator and thoughts of Sam would be a nice way to relax. She could have used her powers to stimulate herself, but she honestly preferred the use of her toys. Of course, she preferred an actual man even more, but with the way her powers worked, merely touching their skin was enough to knock them out. Touching their penises, much less having sex? That was almost enough to kill them.

The thought soured her mood as she contemplated. She had just stripped and settled down on the bed, about to turn the vibe on. Instead she frowned. Thoughts of Sam faded into thoughts of her ex-husband, of the ways he made her melt into a puddle of helpless climaxes in the first couple years they were together, before Sex Magic. Screaming with pleasure as he ate her out or fucked her hard from behind or gently caressed and teased her to the brink until she was begging for his cock. Then he'd give it to her, and her world would go white with ecstasy.

Then those memories segued into the few times, after her powers awoke, when they had tried making love, and he'd buckled under her touch in an instant. He couldn't even be near her without passing out. Almost desperately, he'd told her to just fuck him while he was unconscious, puppet his body if she wanted. She hadn't relished the idea, but they both wanted their love life back. So she'd tried, and in less than a minute, she'd needed to call the hospital because even the healing magic couldn't prevent him from having a heart attack from being inside her. A very healthy, fit man in his twenties going into cardiac arrest just from his wife's touch.

And then, of course, thinking about her husband led to thoughts about her son. Thoughts she immediately banished from her mind before she was tempted to do something self-destructive.

Hope sighed. She tossed the vibrator aside, the moment ruined. Why did she always spoil her moods with such thoughts? Going into town always left her in such a funk. So instead, she grabbed the book at her bedside and read until she fell asleep.

FOUR

Hope jumped up in her bed, startled from her sleep by her sexual senses. She could "hear" the psychic hum of three extremely hard penises outside of her house. In her sleep, her signals of arousal radiated without any restraint and she instinctively tried to reel the power in as much as she could. Then she reminded herself that this was her property, and people who came knocking on her door knew the risks going in. She wasn't going to strain herself in her own home. Especially since visitors tended to not be very nice.

Instead of dialing the power back, as little as she could manage, she zoomed in on the cocks with her senses, letting the signals open a visual of their owners and their immediate surroundings, directly to her mind's eye. She could "see" three teenaged boys, each walking stiffly towards the house. A quick scan of their thoughts showed they were being all but forced by their girlfriends.

Apparently the three boys had been put up to approaching her house on a dare by their girlfriends. Whichever boy got closest to her door without passing out from the intensity of his erection, the three girls were going to let that boy cum his brains out, all over the girls' tits, while the second closest would have his next orgasm allowance pushed back a week. The third boy would have his pushed three weeks back.

Lord, the games these kids played. This was the sort of behavior you'd expect from elementary school kids, "I dare you to ring the door bell of the creepy old guy's house." Instead, these three boys, almost twenty years old, were being put up to childish games by silly girls, no doubt newly awakened to the magic and delighting in the things they could make boys do.

Hope sighed. She went up to her door, opened it, and leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed. All three boys froze, mouths agape, each shaking where they stood. They actually seemed almost shocked Hope had come out to see them, and had no idea what she was going to do next. The farthest boy, behind his comrades by a good six feet, would have probably pissed himself if his erection wasn't so intense.

Hope cocked her eyebrow inquisitively at the three. "May I help you with something?"

"Oh, g-g-god... shit... s-sorry!" squeaked the boy closest to her, still a hundred feet away. He was breathless, Hope only really heard him thanks to her magic sensing his immediate thoughts. The panic in their brains was nonetheless drowned out by the psychic blaring of their full balls. Not one of them had cum for at least a month. No wonder they had decided to do this ridiculous game. If they refused, Hope was sure their girlfriends would have made all three wait another month.

"P-p-please, we d-didn't mean to disturb you—Ah!" the middle boy dropped to his knees. Hope decided to take some pity and dialed her aura back some. As usual, it wasn't enough to spare the poor boys much more than a few extra breaths.

"I don't like being bothered," she said, her tone of voice firm, but not unkind. "Tell your girlfriends they should find better pranks for you."

"S-s-sorry," gasped the middle boy. "W-we'll go." He staggered to his feet and th three started to limp over to the car parked just outside her reach.

Hope frowned slightly, a thought occurring to her. She debated if it was wise to keep tampering with other women's spells like this; it was an unwritten rule that you didn't mess with another woman's men. But if they were going to send their men to mess with her, even as she tried her best to minimize the damage of her presence, then she wondered if she really owed them any social graces.

"Hey!" called out Hope.

The three boys jumped and turned back to face her. Hope did a quick scan of their bodies and minds; she sensed the boys had orgasm blocks that all three of their girlfriends had worked together to make, much stronger than the average woman could manage. It would no doubt take all three of them to break one, so there was no chance some random girl who took pity on the three could give them a break.

Well, Hope was certainly not average. She gave the boys a small smile and a wink. The three boys gasped sharply as they felt a powerful, warm pleasure surging through their loins. Hope flicked a finger at them, and for a brief second, controlled their bodies so they could yank down their pants. The three boys then collapsed on their hands and knees, howling as the pleasure bloomed more intensely. It was overwhelmingly intense, and yet somehow felt like a loving caress. The boys reached the edge of climax and shot past it almost instantly. As they did, Hope snapped their super-tough orgasm blocks with the ease of snapping a twig.

The three nearly screamed as cum exploded from their dicks, firing long and hard, again and again. Hope's pleasure spell milked every drop it could from them, leaving the boys kneeling in a huge puddle of their own cum. Then she dropped the spell and let them collapse onto her yard, gasping and shivering in the aftershocks. With another thought, she used her power to levitate them in the air, made them pull their pants back up, and floated them back to their car. She set them back down, just beyond the influence of her aura, where their dicks could finally grow soft.

As their cocks went flaccid, she felt her control slipping, and she let them go. Leaving the three to recover, she shut the door and went back to her room. Almost seven in the morning, according to the clock. Time to get up anyway, and after receiving the energy from the boys' orgasms, she was more than energized to face the day. Twenty minutes later, when she left the house to do some yard work, she saw the boys and their car were gone. She smiled to herself. Maybe being the town boogeyman could be fun once in a while.

***

Unfortunately, the boys were not her only visitor that week. The very next day, as she was making herself some lunch, she sensed the approach of another man onto her property. She sighed and set her meal down, going to the door again. This time, however, it was no playful teenagers.

A man in his forties dressed in a business suit was coming up the driveway. He had parked his car only a few feet within her powerful aura, forcing himself to stop before the intensity of erection made him crash into her fence.

Hope once again leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. This time, she wore a slight frown, her expression calm and no nonsense.

The man, tall and swarthy, wearing mirrored sunglasses, a dark suit and red tie, shifted uncomfortably as he came up to the small concrete platform that served as a meager porch. He resisted the urge to adjust his pants, attempting to maintain a professional air. Hop couldn't actually remember the last time she'd seen a man in a suit like his, aside from on the news. Most men didn't have jobs that let them afford such luxuries, unless their wives wanted to dress them up.

"May I help you, sir?" said Hope.

"My name is Maxwell Corden," he said. "I work for my wife, Mary Corden. She specializes in Sex Magic related lawsuits. We usually operate out of Tulpa City, but we'll handle cases in small towns like this."

Hope blinked. Sex Magic lawsuits? Oh, no...

"You'll forgive me for not offering a handshake," Max continued. "I am led to believe that would not be pleasant. For me, anyway."

It was a wonder the man wasn't already on his hands and knees, clutching himself, but a quick scan showed he was protected by a mystic shield, the sort women might put on their husbands if they wanted to make sure another woman didn't touch them with her powers. It was holding strong, but it wasn't strong enough to fully block out Hope's aura.

Still, it was enough to keep Max from stuttering and gasping out his words. This was actually a rather refreshing change of pace from Hope's usual attempts to talk to men up close.

"I don't suppose you could turn it down some?" the man said, swallowing. His cock was tenting his pants quite far.

"I'm sorry," she said. "If you know enough to not try and touch me, you know about my condition. You'll have to just bare it or leave."

"Fair enough," he said. "Anyway, I regret to inform you that the town of Rungton has issued a demand for you removal." He held out an envelope with her name printed upon it. He swallowed hard as Hope reached for it. She made an effort to suppress her aura as she did, but even still, the man swayed a bit as her hand neared his. She plucked the envelope from his hand and opened it.

"Sexual assault and forced infidelity?" she said.

"It would seem your little stunts with some of the young men in town have drawn the ire of the women who have claimed them," he said. "As well, many of them are quite upset that your repeated jaunts into town have caused their husbands' or boyfriends' attentions to wander and their bodies to suffer without consent. A few of the women also feel rather violated that your aura affects them so."

Hope glanced at him. "I regret that my power has such effects," she said. "However, let's be fair here. Women pull pranks on each others' men all the time. Suddenly it's worth suing over?"

Max shrugged. "I don't pretend to understand the mysteries of female thought," he said. "However, if I were to wager a guess, it was not so much the casting of a few spells, but that you allowed the men to, ah, release afterwards." Hope just stared at him. He cleared his throat and looked aside for a moment. "It's, ah, not cheating if the man does not achieve orgasm. Or so my wife has informed me."

Ah, thought Hope. So, this had likely been brewing for a while, but making those four young men cum was the last straw, apparently.

She noticed Max shift a bit uncomfortably, sensed a flash of self-conscious panic, tinged with a bit of resentment, a dash of embarrassment, and a shame-inducing pinch of arousal. His thoughts leaked a bit through the shield, and Hope could see a little fantasy of her forcing him to cum, just like she'd done with those boys. It would apparently be his first release in quite a while. Hope pursed her lips, and took a deeper peak into his mind. It was tougher with the shield, but a hard penis meant a man had no secrets from any women who wished to look. And they didn't get much harder than when they were in her aura.