Disclaimers: This is NOT a Harry Potter riff. If you're under 18, do NOT read further.
This story contains lots of sex, orgasm control, excessive amounts of cum/semen/sperm, and mites of BE and PE as well.
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CHAPTER 1
Rhonda really liked the feel of the erection in her hand. It was like a stalk of a vigorous plant, growing toward the sunlight but rooted securely. Smooth, too.
Dan really liked the feel of her hand on his cock. She was smiling to herself, stroking him leisurely. But as Dan was 20, he was rock-hard from the first finger-tip touch! Rhonda was maybe just a friend, he told himself, but a really, really good friend.
They'd been pals since they were ten, and had seen each other through various crushes each had on other people. During a dry patch for them both, two years ago, they started having sex together. Not often, and seldom penis-in-vagina sex, but they did have a lot of fun. They told each other that it was to learn, to be able to be honest with someone in bed without worrying what honesty would do to a "relationship." And it WAS very cool to get a tutorial on cunnilingus any time he wanted, it WAS very cool for her to feel comfortable around a cock, to really know how they work and what they like best.
The fact that Rhonda was a sorceress was something that she simply wasn't going to share with Dan. Like 80% of the population, he was magic-deaf, and of course didn't believe there was any such thing as real magic. The other secret is that Rhonda had fallen for Dan. But she wasn't going to act on it until she knew he felt the same for her.
"So you like her?" asked Rhonda, while using a bit of pre-cum to slide her thumb around and around his engorged cockhead.
"Yeah, it's new, but she's . . . interesting. Different, for me." He had his eyes shut, drinking in the feel of fingers that weren't his own playing with his stiffy. He had passed the "oo, I could cum RIGHT NOW" part of excitement, and was in the "iron-man" phase where he felt he could keep hard and keep going forever.
"Different? You mean she's out of your league!" Rhonda's other hand circled the base of his cock and alternated squeezing and relaxing. She liked to see his cockhead turn colors, and the whole damn penis swelled tight when she squeezed him right.
"Out of my league? Well, okay – she's really something. Oh, right there, Rhondy . . ."
She tried judging how full his balls were. Hard to say, until he fired off, or frothed, or oozed – then she'd know. "You mean her titties are really something?"
"Please! Breasts are such wonderful things, they deserve more respect than to be called 'tits'." But Rhonda noticed that at the thought of Giana's mammaries, the pulsating prick in her hands grew a trifle longer, a bit redder.
"Okay, boobs. Breasts. Knockers. Cantaloupes. Or on Giana, her mammoth mammaries!" She was teasing, but she also was enjoying how his cock throbbed with each synonym she gave.
"All right, all right – I'm sweet on HER, not just her bod, okay? And yes, she has fab boobies, if you like. YOURS are lovely, you know that, right? You have terrific breasts." Dan may have had more blood in his cock than in his brain, but he was still smart enough to compliment the bra-less woman sliding her hand up and down his erect pole. Rhonda's medium-sized breasts had given him hours of fun and comfort!
"Thank you, Dan. And yeah, I don't know Giana really, but she seems all right. If big hair works for you." She opened her shirt a little more, she had plans for this masturbation session.
"Again . . . ah! It's not just about her . . . uhhhf . . . looks." Funny how he had been NOT near cumming, and then suddenly, he was. "I . . . I might make a mess if you keep that up. I'd be happy to give YOU some . . . some attention," he managed, but it was pretty clear his brainpower was waning.
"In a bit. I want to see what happens if I do . . . THIS." She mashed her really quite nice breasts to his face, but also – deliberately – stopped stroking him. She'd been waiting until he was getting close to try this move. She had a scientific curiosity about how he'd react.
Her young, smooth breasts had ALWAYS been able to make him lose focus – but this time the focus had been on his orgasm – and what young man can focus on anything else, when he's close?
He plunged his face in, seeking her nipples. Her v-neck t-shirt was loose enough to let him. And before he found one, he was – without planning to – humping against her hand. She held still and let him – it was a lot of fun to see how much he needed an orgasm, once she got him this close. He barely realized he was humping, his remaining consciousness was fixated on her boobs. So she realized - rather before he did - that he was cumming!