The Player Witch Augment 3: Sometimes They Come On Your Back
Written by D.

	It was the next day, and if Katrina wasn't a witch, she might find it hard to extricate herself from the Jell-O mold of come she'd so graciously slumbered in that night. She hoped her birth control spells could withstand the onslaught of that much semen.
	Katrina dismissed the basin and summoned a fresh one, and a tiny rain cloud to shower her in fresh water. She lathered herself vigorously and cleaned herself up for the day's work ahead of her.
	She picked another purple dress from her selection, another low-cut number with black lace on the shoulders and lots of wrinkles from never bothering to iron it. She unlocked the front and waited for the customers to come. She poured herself some sugary cereal she was definitely too old to be eating, but it's her store and she'll eat whatever the fuck she wants. The cereal plinked into the bowl as she poured it, then returning to the fridge for the milk...
	And in the most agonizing of ironies, she was out of milk.
	One unfamiliar with how magic works might wonder why this was a problem at all. All manner of tool and object were at her magical fingertips. If one were to ask the wisest magicians in the Council of the Oath, they recommend not creating food to eat for yourself. Once or twice would be fine, in moderation, but to rely on it would be to eat one's own magical energy over and over. The metaphor used by the Council was “like running a car on a dynamometer until the engine overheats and seizes into a solid block of steel.”
	Katrina didn't know how much they knew about cars, but she had heard stories of wizards who somehow were stranded or trapped somewhere and ate their magical treats until... well, it was ugly, to say the least. That stuck with her, and thus, she never made food for herself. It was the one lazy habit she would not indulge in.
	And that's why Katrina was sat here, chomping on dry pieces of oat and colored marshmallows like a fucking retard. She did not feel lucky at all.
	Her lip curled up in a smirk as she envisioned summoning her cock back just to make some hot come to moisten these marshmallows. But then again... was that eating her own magic, just in much more magically delicious form of hot sticky come?
	She let the thought go. It was probably fine. And besides, she'd reached the end of her disappointing oat crap, and more importantly, there was a customer.
	Over the next half-hour or so, she'd get to know a sweet man named Kris. With a K. He specified that in his introduction. He was twenty-two, a virgin, but deeply in love with his girlfriend. He felt he would turn out to be inadequate, so he wanted to get some assistance.
	As she was sat there, him with his pants down, she could definitely understand why. Kris' penis was remarkably small. Not that she'd let him know that he was that far down the pecking order, of course. She wasn't going to pretend it was 'fine.' All men here had come to grips with the fact that their dicks are not 'fine' in any way except that they work... usually.
	Kris' first measurement was three and three-quarters inches. He insisted he didn't want something 'huge.' Well, then he came to the wrong sex-crazed witch's shop, then. Nevertheless, maybe she could stand to use a different technique.
	First she combined a clear liquid in a jar with a blue powder and shook the bottle, holding the compound in with her thumb. It foamed vigorously, jumping eagerly out of the jar once she moved her thumb. She applied it around the cock and over the balls. It tingled as it foamed vigorously, like an antacid tablet. When the fizzing was done, the foam had completely evaporated... as had all his pubic hair.
	“Trust me. She'll like that.” Katrina insisted. She took a perfume bottle and pressed the atomizer, spritzing his penis with drops of a liquid that stung like alcohol on a wound. Kris wasn't sure if this was a comment on his hygiene, somehow. Katrina insisted it was not perfume, but a softening solution that would make his skin more pliable. This wasn't as harsh and dangerous as the orange stretching compound, which was only necessary for making the really really big ones, in the same way one doesn't make model planes out of titanium.
	Katrina had been through quite a bit of the stretching compound, but couldn't remember the last time she had to fill this atomizer.
	Now that the skin of his cock was softened, it could be manipulated and stretched with negative pressure. She offered to do this with her highly trained mouth, but Kris resisted. She retrieved her penis pump, noting to him how much dust had formed on it, indicating how long it was since the last time someone had turned down a blowjob from her that would make their dick bigger.
	The penis pump did not work on testicles, though, so Katrina had to insist that she perform the treatment on those herself. She opened her mouth and closed it around his balls, the shaft left out, sitting against her nose.
	Katrina sucked gently, at first, allowing the scrotal skin to expand first before focusing on the balls themselves. She sucked slowly, feeling them swell in her mouth, growing larger with every pull. She opened her jaw wider to make room, as they grew and grew. They reached their limit once they were beginning to bulge out of each cheek.
	Kris spasmed, and out burst a small streak of come across her face, forehead, and coming to rest in her hair. Katrina released the balls and  looked up (with one eye held closed). His hands were over his mouth. “I'm so sorry!”
	“Don't worry about it.” Katrina smiled. “It happens sometimes.” Had he not noticed her other hand going into her dress to fiddle with herself while his balls were in his mouth? He wasn't the only one enjoying himself.
	Katrina ran her fingers across the white streak on her face, none of it touching her 'war' paint. She drew her finger up to her hairline, took the small morsel of come and rubbed it on her tongue.
	This was the moment of truth. After drinking so much of her own jizz yesterday, would a man's come still taste good? She smacked it around her lips while she prepared the pump.
	It was still good, but not as good as she thought it was before she'd had her own. Mind, there was nothing wrong with it, but it was like comparing candy to a pretzel. A pretzel was great, but... sweet, it was not. Nevertheless, she wished there was more.
	What a spoiled brat she really was, she thought. The food's not good enough... and such small portions.
	Katrina put Kris' cock into the pump, leaving the much improved balls hanging below it like a beard. She closed a valve and worked the pump with the other hand. As the air left the chamber of the pump, his cock started to swell. Katrina had added her own markings on the side of the vessel to see how far along the growth was without having to relieve the pressure. Once the air returned, the cock would be set at the size she selected.
	Most cock pumps were horrible devices that left the user with a hard and mighty cock... that was discolored and lumpy and trapped in a cock ring to hold the blood in it to keep it hard... the continued use of which inevitably leads to complete impotence without using the pump. It was a source of great pride, reclaiming this terrible piece of technology into something useful through her knowledge of magic, arcane chemistry and meaty dongs.
	A few more pumps later, she stopped. The tip had reached the eight inch measurement, a number most would be satisfied with. She pushed the plunger a few more times. It swelled out until the end crossed the ten inch line. No woman would fail to be impressed with double digits.
	She pumped it once more, bringing it to ten and a half. She held the plunger still, wanting to keep going. But she remembered his instructions. Nothing 'huge.' Katrina flicked the suction release valve. The pump hissed as the air rushed back into the chamber, but the cock stayed the same size.
	Kris slid the pump cylinder off his cock and shook it around. It was heavy in the hand, like a sock packed with something heavy and dense.
	“Are you sure this isn't too much?” Kris looked at her. “This thing is ridiculous.”
	Kris looked at it, hanging out of his fly. It was definitely not 'too much.' Even if his girlfriend was a closet size queen, she should be perfectly happy with this. But Katrina had spoiled herself on larger entries than this.
	“If she thinks it's not enough, I'll give you a refund.” Katrina promised. “But if she wants less... she'll adjust. There's no way she's dating a sweet, shy guy like you and thinking, 'if his penis is too big, I'm breaking it off.' In fact, that's probably the first time that's ever been said in all of human history.”
	Kris dressed himself, reminding himself to buy the next size up of briefs. “How much do I owe you?” He pulled out his wallet.
	Katrina's pricing scheme was not standardized. If she used one of her more expensive materials, she might bump up the price a bit to offset that. She rolled her eyes to the top of her head, thinking of how much she should charge for what she considered to be a job only half-done.
	“Thirty.” She answered.
	“30,000?” Kris slipped his credit card out of his wallet.
	Katrina leaned back. “Thirty DOLLARS.”
	“That's it?” Kris sheepishly put the card back. “You have the permanent solution to male inadequacy and you charge the price of two pizzas?”
	“When you have magic in your life, most of your needs are satisfied.” Katrina said. “What would I do with thirty grand? The same thing I do with my phenomenal arcane magic; somehow spend  it to build lots of fat velvety cocks. But...” She hooked two fingers into his pants and pulled him closer. “If thirty bucks is too rich for your blood, Cornelius Vanderbilt... I'll give it to you for free if you fuck me.”
	“That's OK.” Kris leaned away. “I can't cheat on my girlfriend.”
	“I still have your come in my hair.”
	“That was an accident, I swear.”
	“Don't worry about it.” Katrina released his pants. “If you're that dedicated to her, she's lucky to have you.”
	Kris pulled out two twenty-dollar bills. Katrina didn't have change, so she let him have one of them back. When walking back to his car, Kris kept thinking... twenty dollars. Years of low self esteem, self-doubt and showering in a swimsuit at the high school gym, all this pain he thought he'd just have to live with forever... all gone for the princely sum of twenty dollars.
	It was almost enough to make him suspicious.
	Almost.
	The shop was quiet for a few hours after that. She occasionally plucked a goblin eyeball out of her jar with a pickle fork to nosh on between levels in her video game. Goblin eyeballs are meant to be very good for the eyesight, but she never learned why. Having them removed and pickled in vinegar and lime didn't help the goblin see any better, certainly.
	The door rang open. Katrina brought her legs off the table, set the controller down, and spat out the eyeball she was gently chewing into her enchanted vanishing spittoon. The eye rolled into the bottom of the bronze pot and disappeared, not helping anyone's eyesight.
	“Welcome to Mystical Solutions! I am Katrina, I'll be your witch doctor for today! What needs healing?”
	The man came up to the desk. Immediately, Katrina was uncomfortable. He was tall, lean and reasonably good-looking. He had a muscle shirt and colorful shorts with sandals. A pair of sunglasses hung from his collar and another tucked into his frosted hair. He wore a necklace made of tiny seashells.
	Katrina looked at him askance. This guy wasn't like her normal clientele at all. No hilarious anachronistic hatwear. No five-week-stubble. No unironic amalgam of cargo pants and kilt. No graphic tee of their favorite video game re-imagined as their favorite 80's cartoon. If this guy wore a t-shirt, it would probably bear a slogan like “Never 2 Funk To Druck.”
	“Hey.” The customer rolled his head back with a smirk that disclosed his lack of self-awareness. “Uh... I heard this place can make your thing bigger?”
	Katrina squinted at him. “No... I think you've got the wrong place. We do magic and potions here.”
	“Yah, but you're tellin' me there's nothin' you can do? There's no spell to make your thing bigger?”
	“We do spiritual healing here.” Katrina said. “If you think there's something wrong with you, show me, and I'll see if I can heal you.”
	The guy chuckled and his hands went for his fly. “Before you do, please tell me your name. I don't want to see it until I know your name.”
	“I'm Ted.” He said, dropping trou right after saying it. Katrina inspected his dong from a distance. It was an alright appendage, not in desperate need of any enhancement.
	“How big is it? I'm sure you've measured it.” She asked.
	“Seven and a half.”
	“That's fine.” Katrina could hardly believe what she was saying. But something about this struck her odd. It felt like walking into a trap, like the dick would electrocute her if she touched it or something. “You don't need any enhancement.” It was a true statement, in the sense that this guy's personality flaws were the flaw in greater need of repair.
	“Aw, come on. I need to be bigger.” Ted pouted.
	“No, you don't.” She insisted. “That should be enough to please the ladies.” Ladies that aren't me, she thought to herself.
	“It's not. Most ladies think I'm no good.”
	“Maybe you should try listening to them. Or foreplay.”
	“Nahhhh...” He sneered. Apparently, he knew what ladies liked more than her, a lady. Her sample size was admittedly small.
	Katrina continued, “Look, I'm not going to make you any bigger. Length treatments like that are for people who need them.”
	“Steroid are only for weak people, but when athletes take them, they become the greatest.”
	“I hope you're not using steroids. Maybe that's why you can't please them.”
	“Come on.” He persisted. “I need help.”
	Katrina growled quietly. “Your problems have nothing do to with your equipment, and everything to do with you not listening. Now go home. I can't help you.”
	Ted rolled his eyes, threw up his hands and left the shop with the obvious indignation of someone who thought he had tried his best and was perfectly reasonable.
	Once the door closed, Katrina felt obvious relief, but could still smell the lingering scent of his body spray. She was used to foul smells when brewing potions and ablating the warts from a Great Toad, but that smell always gave her a headache. Not much to do except light a few candles, burn a little Egyptian incense and eat a few more goblin eyes.
	Time ticked on, and now that it was past noon, Katrina had officially ruined her lunch. The day was half-over, and she'd only made one huge dick so far, and that was one wasn't even a full foot. Was she losing her edge? Was the market on cocks shrinking? It was a market where pretty much everyone needed it, right? Like cars or groceries, a market where almost everyone was involved.
	The door jingled as it opened. Katrina looked past her television to see who was walking in.
	At last. Speaking of groceries, the cute woman from the supermarket, who somehow made a green apron sexy, had appeared. She was athletic, with yoga pants and a sports top apparently counting as some kind of running gear. She had short hair with a streak of purple dyed into it.
	And everyone knew how much Katrina liked purple.
	“Hi, you're Katrina, right?” The cashier asked, taking her earbuds out with a single vertical tug on the cord.
	“I am.” She stood up. “Welcome to Mystical Solutions, where we make the difficult easy, and the impossible even easier.” She walked around her desk. “You're the cashier from the market. You had a nametag, but I forget what it said.”
	“I'm Lenore.” She smiled, a hand over her heart. “It's nice to finally meet you. What kind of magic do you do here?”
	Katrina normally introduced her magical crafting as “making big fat cocks for the whole family” or something to that extent, but... when was the last time she had a woman customer? It'd been a while. Most of them were looking for 'love potions.' The only love potion she was interested in creating was brewed in the balls of a man with a hulking, veiny cock.
	“I can do all sorts of stuff.” She opened her hands to the stuff on her shelves. “What do you have in mind?”
	“Well... what can't you do?” Lenore asked, hooking her fingers into her yoga pants, inadvertently revealing a bit of flank.
	Katrina's hand came to her chin. Her powers had immense latitude, but there was some things she couldn't do. “Well, I can't go back in time. I can't teleport, unless I can see where I'm going. Like, it's super-short range. I wouldn't even call it a teleport. It's more a move-through-this-wire-fence spell. I can't actually read people's thoughts, though I'd like to think I have very good intuition. And...”
	Katrina's mind stalled. How often does one think of the things you can't do?
	“I can't make chocolate sundaes.” She blurted out.
	“Excuse me?”
	“Yeah, every time I try, they just...” Katrina blew a raspberry and gestured something collapsing with both hands. “Doesn't work.”
	“That's a shame, because that sounds good right about now.”
	“Well, maybe with our powers combined, I can do it.” Katrina reached forward and took Lenore's hand. Katrina hummed a long ohm, then cast a spell at the desk. Two sundaes appeared in ornate carved glasses, spoons included.
	“Wow!” Lenore hustled over to them, taking a spoonful from one of them and eating it. “That tastes great!”
	“Yeah, but it's not chocolate.” Katrina said.
	“Yeah it is!”
	“No, that's fudge.”
	Spoon still perched in her mouth, Lenore glared at Katrina incredulously. She removed the spoon and said, “You're weird.”
	“I'm a witch doctor. It'd be weird if I wasn't weird.”
	Lenore looked at the untouched sundae. “You gonna eat yours?”
	“Nah. I'm not hungry.” She evaporated it with a gentle arcane word, leaving the other for Lenore's enjoyment.
	“Alright, enough of this.” Lenore set her spoon in the sundae and placed it off the desk. She advanced on Katrina, forcing her to back up against the desk. “So... you want to mess around or what?”
	Katrina felt a bit trapped, but stood her ground. “What?”
	“You totally gave me the eye at work yesterday.”
	“YOU gave me 'the eye!' ” Katrina countered. She wasn't totally sure what 'the eye' meant.
	“Yeah, but you did it first.” Lenore retorted. “Trust me, I have the finest-tuned gaydar in the state.”
	“Well, you got it wrong today, sweetie.” Katrina insisted.
	“No, it's never wrong.” Lenore insisted, putting her hand on Katrina's side, moving in closer.
	“Hold on.” Katrina dodged an incoming kiss. She pointed her finger at the lock and said something that made no sense to Lenore. The door's lock clicked shut.
	“Alright.” Katrina shrugged. “Let's give it a shot.”
	Lenore leaned in and kissed Katrina, It started gently, with Katrina a little hesitant, but Lenore pushed forward, landing Katrina on her back, on her desk. She'd done this many times before, but not with a woman. Lenore was beautiful, enthusiastic, her lips were very soft, but she didn't feel the searing burn she felt when staring down one of her handcrafted schlongs.
	As if to drive the point home, Lenore's hand went under her dress and found her slit. “You're not even wearing panties. You're so bad...” She kissed Katrina's neck and shoulder. It was nice to have someone who knew how a woman liked to be kissed, but...
	“Wow, maybe my gaydar WAS off. You're not into this at all.” Lenore said. “Which is weird, because you're wet as hell, but your body language is all tight.”
	“Fingering doesn't do anything for me.” Katrina confessed. “I need something bigger.”
	Lenore looked at Katrina, withdrew her two fingers and gently closed them into a fist. “No, no. Well, maybe. I'm talking about something else.”
	“You confuse me.” Lenore said, opening that hand again and placing the two fingers in her mouth as casually as anyone else would chew on the end of a pencil. She let out a gentle subvocal moan.
	“Maybe I should just show you.” Katrina brought Lenore into the back room. Lenore looked around the small stockroom. It was different than the front. Not only were the things in the front more for decoration (like that jar of plastic eyeballs), but they were the ingredients she needed most often. Here, everything could gather and sit in cabinets, shelves, books, and wherever else she could squirrel it away...
	Including a corner with a rumpled futon and pillow.
	“Do you live here?” Lenore asked.
	Katrina shushed her gently. “Don't tell the landlord. Trust me, I don't need any more space than this. If I feel like getting fresh air, I'll just go to that bar I like in Honolulu.”
	“You said you couldn't teleport.”
	Whoa. She's paying attention. “That's not exactly the same thing. I've got a totem hidden in Honolulu, so I can bring myself to the totem any time I want. It's more like totem-polling.”
	“What if someone moved the totem?”
	“Not this one. It's twelve feet tall.” Katrina said.
	“That's one way to stop it from getting stolen.” Lenore looked off. “What did you want to show me?”
	Katrina pulled her arms into her dress and pulled it off her. She was now entirely naked. Lenore could even see her ass in that full-length mirror.
	“Awesome.” Lenore grinned. “I already wanted you before you showed me this.”
	“This next part I'm afraid you won't like.”
	“What's not to like?”
	“You'll see.” She turned around and faced the mirror. Lenore stepped closer and placed her hand on Katrina's bare shoulder. She rolled it off. “You're going to want to stand back.”
	Lenore did so, watching as Katina's fist started to glow with unknown powers. She shouted an incantation and fired it at her reflection. The white blast bounced off the mirror and struck Katrina in the abdomen. She staggered back, going down to one knee. Lenore ran to help her to her feet.
	As Katrina rose, between her legs now hung a huge cock. Lenore jumped away from it like it was a spider.
	“That's what that spell did?!” Lenore cried.
	“I was afraid you wouldn't like it.” Katrina felt a little shame of her new appendage, but it was quickly overwhelmed with desire. Looking at Lenore now was like she did before, when she visited the supermarket the first time. Her beauty was amplified, like seeing her in high-definition.
	Climbing with the deliberate pace of a crane raising a girder, Katrina's cock slowly turned upwards and stiffened to its full height.
	Lenore stared at it with her mouth hanging open. Katrina bashfully summoned her always-handy measuring tape. “I'm sorry, I need to know the exact measurement.” She unfurled it along the top of her cock. “Eleven inches.”
	“You sound disappointed.” Lenore was even more confused. “That's not enough?”
	“I was hoping for more. I could cast it again, I guess.”
	“Not if you intend on coming at me with that thing.” Lenore stepped back.
	Katrina looked at her. “Who said anything about that?”
	“Why else would you make that?” Lenore backed away gently. “I don't know if I'm into that.”
	Katrina let out a sigh. “Oh, what irony. I wasn't especially attracted to you until I gave myself this thing by mistake yesterday, and you aren't attracted to me with it. Is this what you Americans call 'the gift of the mage-eye?' ”
	Lenore blinked. “No, that's nothing like that.” She stepped a little closer, looking at the magically created boner she was now wielding. Lenore's hand opened apprehensively.
	“You can touch it.” Katrina said, smirking. “In fact, I really want you to touch it.”
	Lenore turned her hand as it approached the center of the shaft. The heat coming off felt like the blacktop in the summer. She held it gently, and Katrina gasped, gripping the shelf behind her to steady herself. Lenore rose her hand up to the tip, and lowered it again. Katrina let out some panting moans.
	“Am I even doing this right?” Lenore asked. “Should I do something with the head?” She rose her hand and rubbed her thumb against the top. Katrina's body jerked at the contact. “Yeah, looks like I should keep doing that.”
	Katrina's body shook like a bicycle going down a flight of stairs, knocking over a few bottles of stuff on the shelf. “I can't take this anymore.” She took her cock back from Lenore. “You don't think it'd be a waste to just jerk me off?”
	“I'm not sure I want to do anything else.” Lenore confessed. “I've never done it like that before.”
	“You can't be afraid to try new things.” Katrina said. “Like the first time I tried goblin eyeballs.” She walked out, huge erection wagging side-to-side as she did, and showed Lenore the jar.
	“Oh, gross, those are real?”
	“And they're good, and good for you.” Katrina found her pickle fork and retrieved an eye from the jar, pointing it out to Lenore. “He likes you. He's winking at you!”
	“Ugh, no!” Lenore leaned back, eyes closed. “I'm way more comfortable trying the dick thing.”
	“Come on. It won't kill you.”
	“I have no idea whether that's true or not. I didn't even know goblins were real until right now!”
	Silence. Lenore opened her eyes. Katrina held the fork out still, her impish smile fading to a gentler one. Despite the drastic change, this was still the same woman that had intrigued Lenore from a glance. There was a playfulness and curiosity that permeated everything she did. This wasn't some sort of trick. Katrina just wanted to see if she would like goblin eyeballs.
	Hesitantly at first, Lenore leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, brought her teeth around the olive-sized eyeball, closed her mouth around it and pulled it from the fork.
	She chewed the eyeball once, immediately gagged and spat it out, the lightly chewed eyeball landing on Katrina's carpet. “I'm sorry.” She bent down to pick it up, but Katrina was already on it, using a spell to send it to her vanishing spittoon.
	“Don't worry about it.” Katrina said. “I'm just glad you were willing to try it.”
	“Is that what that taste was when we were kissing?” Lenore asked. “I wasn't going to mention it.”
	“It's probably the lime.”
	“Oh yeah. I hate lime.”
	“But the eyeball was fine, of course.” Katrina joked. “There's no accounting for taste. De gustibus non est disputandum, as they say. I don't know why I'm now so attracted to you when I have this cock, but I am. Now, can you really say you don't want to try this?”
	Lenore looked down at the slightly veiny tower of flesh emerging from Katirna's groin. She'd never once found the sight of a penis alluring or interesting. Then again, they weren't attached to adorable witch seductresses standing butt-naked in front of her.
	“I do.” Lenore whispered.
	“You do or you don't? I phrased that question badly.”
	“I came in here with full intention of convincing you to let me fuck you.” Lenore said.
	“Oh, how the tables have turned away. Is that the phrase?”
	“Close enough.”
	They moved together again, and resumed kissing. Lenore could already sense her increased enthusiasm, along with the hot iron rod against her abs. Their tongues twisted within their mouths, their hot breath making them even warmer.
	Katrina's hands came down to Lenore's buttocks, which were almost as firm as her cock. This exercise wear was not for fashion, clearly. Lenore didn't have a drop of fat on her anywhere that it wouldn't be appreciated.
	Katrina spun Lenore around and pressed her down on the desk. Lenore looked back up to Katrina, who pressed her cock into the space between her buttocks. She slid it up and down, the curve of her ass perfectly preserved in the yoga pants. Katrina pumped her hips back and forth a few times before losing control and spraying Lenore's shoulder blades and back with a load of come, forming a little lake on her back.
	“Already?” Lenore asked, trying to see this huge quantity of jizz that had been delivered onto her back.
	“Sorry. I've only had a cock since yesterday.” Katrina admitted shyly. “Don't get up. It'll spill everywhere.” Lenore sat still, unable to see what Katrina had planned. All she heard was a long slurp, like the sound of someone trying to suck up the last drops of Coke from a bottle with a straw.
	Katrina signaled Lenore with a pat on the back. She turned. Her back was dry... mostly. And Katrina's lips were puckered and her cheeks were bulging.
	This time, Katrina didn't even have to ask if she wanted to try it.
	Holding herself above Lenore by her arms, she opened her lips and let a gentle stream of come trickle out of her mouth and into Lenore's. Once her mouth was empty, Katrina slid her come-coated tongue into Lenore's mouth.
	When she could finally stand to part her tongue from Lenore's mouth, Katrina asked with a warm grin, “See what can happen when you're open to new things?”
	Lenore nodded dizzily.
	“Did it taste good?” Katrina asked.
	“Oh, yeah.” Lenore nodded. “There's no way everyone's come tastes that good.”
	“It doesn't. Well, I love the taste of jizz, but it's the difference between sweet and savory, beer and wine.”
	“Like snips and snails, and sugar and spice?” Lenore suggested.
	Katrina giggled at that. “I guess I've got some natural sweetness, in spite of my inky black heart.”
	“My clothes are all wet.”
	“Well, you should take them off, before you catch cold.” Katrina stripped the tight yoga pants from Lenore's lean legs as effortlessly as peeling a banana. Lenore removed her top and threw it to the floor. Lenore was now resting there, nude and legs spread apart, beautifully neat pussy in the center like a target. She was in the position Katrina had so eagerly found herself in over the years, performing what was called 'product testing' on her taxes because they wouldn't let her call it 'fucking her fucking brains out,' even if that description was unassailably accurate.
	Katrina's cock grew stiff again at the sight of this beautiful, lean naked flesh. They kissed again for a bit, but Katrina's mouth eventually found Lenore's somewhat understated breasts. Her nipples were no less sensitive for their smaller size, and Lenore giggled and purred involuntarily at the contact.
	Taking a step back, Katrina placed the tip of her cock on Lenore's slit. “Are you ready?”
	“I've never done it like this before.” Lenore said, bracing her hands on her thighs.
	“Me, either.” Katrina pressed in gently, not all the way. Lenore gasped. And she thought it felt warm... on the outside.
	Inappropriate Star Wars references she was making in her head aside, she adjusted herself as Katrina gradually pushed more and more in with each stroke. She was being gentle without even having to have been asked. A few strokes more, and she inched further and further in. Each time, Lenore wanted to tell her she was full, standing room only, no vacancies, and each time... she got that little more in until Katrina's balls came to rest beneath Lenore's pussy.
	“I can't believe it's all in.” Lenore said breathlessly.
	“I can. I've take bigger than this all the time. Not to brag or anything.” Katrina bent in closer and looked Lenore in the eye. “Are you comfortable?”
	“Yes.”
	“Entirely?”
	“Yes.”
	“Good, because I am going to fuck you like...”
	Katrina's imagination, capable of conjuring rainstorms, golems and Oscar victories for underdogs, somehow faltered when trying to think of something to end this sentence with while her cock was docked in this hot moist hanger.
	“Some kind of animal that fucks a lot.” Katrina concluded in a way that was totally unsatisfying to her, a rare occurrence.
	“Like a witch?” Lenore helpfully suggested.
	“Perfect. I love it. I'm going to fuck you like a witch.”
	And, as the American expression would have it, they were off to the racing track. Katrina took hold of Lenore's legs and held them upright and apart like the tines of a wishbone. She drew her cock back until just the head was still inside, and thrust the rest back in. The stuff on her desk rattled about at the force of it, Lenore having to hold the desk to avoid being pushed right off. She watched as Katrina's big breasts bounced, sweat trickling down her body and dangling tantalizingly off her nipples.
	Set to the beat of Katrina's balls striking Lenore's perineum, Lenore's breaths came and went in the same time. Gradually, Katrina picked up speed, now effortlessly plunging as deep as she could.
	This was so much better than the watermelon.
	Lenore's muscles clenched, her hands balled into fists and she came hard. Katrina was not done. She could have unleashed her delicious tsunami, if she relaxed and let it happen. But why should she rush this? She could be better than the once-and-done men she entertained. She builds them the best cocks in the entire world, and that was the best they could do? Maybe it had been a mistake to entrust them with those devices for so long.
	Katrina held back, her legs shaking, as she mercilessly pounded away. Lenore felt the rush of blood returning to her head, and was blindsided by a second orgasm, equally as intense as the first. They started to come more frequently now, like the cars involved in a multi-vehicle accident on a four-lane highway. She howled as a third, fourth and fifth hit her, her arms thrashing about, out of her control.
	Her muscles aching and her resolve weakening, Katrina felt like she'd made her point. She happily released herself, feeling the tight confines of Lenore's insides get tighter as she filled it with come. She didn't stop her stride, filling her up inside with every stroke out and forcing it all out with every stroke in, splattering it all over the desk and Katrina's thighs.
	And Lenore got her sixth as Katrina got her first. Well, second. Lenore caught her breath, unable to summon the strength to sit up, which gave Katrina the chance to strike. Her mouth latched onto Lenore's tender, slightly aching pussy, ignoring its silent cry for peace. She slithered her tongue eagerly within, rescuing what come she could and sucking at the hot nectar.
	And Lenore got her seventh. She moaned, stars in her eyes, wondering where the ref was to stop this. She was down by knockout in the second round. Was there no mercy?
	Her chin wet with dew, Katrina came back up for air and to deliver dessert to her previous course of dinner; come, nectar and spit swirled together in the martini shaker that was Lenore's pussy.
	This loving swap of body fluids terminated with a move that surprised even the mostly unflappable Katrina: a long, closed-mouth kiss on the lips of the deepest affection one could muster. This was the kiss that would wake up Sleeping Beauty. Today, the only beautiful thing woken by this kiss was Katrina's cock, engorging and standing up once again.
	“That was really nice.” Katrina said.
	“That was amazing.” Lenore moaned, helped up to a sitting position by Katrina. “You must have done that before.”
	“Not a bit of it.” Katrina said. “It's only my first time with my own cock.”
	“You've never even eaten a woman out, before?”
	“I was improvising. I guess I did all right.”
	Lenore looked down at the puddle of come Katrina was standing in, happily wiggling her toes into the wet carpet. “Am I going to get pregnant from this?”
	“I'm on magical birth control.”
	“For the penis?” Lenore pointed.
	Katrina suddenly felt very stupid indeed. “I don't know.”
	“Well, I hope not.” Lenore said.
	“You don't take birth control?”
	“Why would I? I only have sex with women!” Lenore shouted. “Not a lot of risk of pregnancy, or so I thought.”
	“It'll be fine.” Katrina said. “I got it out.”
	Lenore sighed, confident she was right. Katrina was a doctor, after all.
	With a dismissive wave of her hand and an incantation, the puddle of come disappeared. Katrina fired another spell at the mirror in the back room, barely able to see it from where she was. The spell reflected off it, bounced back and hit her in the dick, which shrunk away to nothing. If there was a less annoying way to get rid of her rod, she would like to discover it.
	Not seeing her dress anywhere nearby, she pointed her hand upwards, and a ring of fabric appeared, slowly forming into a simple dress. She looked down. With a part of her finger, she lowered the decolletage to a more acceptable height.
	“Can you do that for me?” Lenore asked. “Because my clothes are still soaked.”
	“I certainly can.” Katrina answered, casting a new spell. Black and red fabrics swirled around above Lenore until they came to rest on her body as a black-and-white striped blouse and a short red skirt.
	“Nice. Not fashionable with the running shoes, but this can get me home.” Lenore said, pulling her MP3 player out of the pack she'd kept it in. “These clothes, are they permanent?”
	“Most things made of magic will stay, but...” Katrina moved in closer. “You should know that at any moment, I could choose to end that suspension of energies you're wearing right now. Ever unwound a cardigan by pulling at a string, or getting it caught in a door? I've got your clothes on a long leash, and at any point, I could wave my hand and those clothes would disappear. I might not know right where you are, but you might be in your home, or in your car. Or maybe it'll be as you walk home, in a big crowd full of people. They'll all get a show just because I felt like turning your clothes into snakes or maybe nothing at all. You'll be clothed one minute, and naked the next, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.”
	Face-to-face, Katrina looked into Lenore's eyes. “Does this interest you?”
	Lenore nodded with a smile.
	“I guess you'll have to wonder if I'll actually do it or not.” Katrina smirked.
	“I'm glad you're still attracted to me without the cock.” She dipped in and kissed her.
	“They say your first is always special.”
	Lenore took her leave, unlocking the door as she went. Katrina went back to her chair and put her feet up.
	She unpaused her game, the frozen faces of ghouls in her video game forced to watch her fuck her brains out. Two good customers and one bad. What was the American phrase? Two out of three is sufficient?
	Something like that.