Justin laid on his side, staring at his bedside clock.
11:55
He wondered if it would take effect immediately, or be more gradual, like a limp “waking up” after sitting on it for too long.
11:56
God forbid she was doing something terribly painful with his poor manhood.
11:57
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’d actually do something good.
11:58
I’d rather just have it back, but I don’t think that’s possible.
11:59
This would have to suffice for now. Maybe forever. Fuck, that thought made his stomach tighten a little.
12:00
He turned over onto his back and sighed, waiting. He was completely hyperaware right now, and his room felt uncomfortably quiet and still. He held his breath, closed his eyes – and gasped, sitting up quickly as he felt something. It was right in the place where his dick should’ve been, different from phantom limb syndrome. It was stronger, more realistic. Hell, it felt like he had his cock back, like it had been reattached. He was sure he could reach down now and grab a handful of his own balls, and the knowledge that he couldn’t do that was fucking with his brain.
His cock was… lying down? Yes, it felt like it was resting on something, something soft and warm… oh fuck.
It was between Celeste’s tits.
Pleasure suddenly flooded his body at the realization, a thrill that shook him from head to toe. Before he knew it, static splintered throughout his body as he came. It was all he could focus on for a moment, not caring how quickly and suddenly it had happened, not caring where his load ended up. He was simply bathing in the joy of regaining feeling in his cock, and the ecstasy of an unhindered orgasm. Then, as he laid in bed and let the shockwaves subside, he started to wonder if his dick had responded to the climax as well – was the recovered sense of feeling only in his own body, or was it a two-way street? Oh fuck, did I cum on Celeste? This thought, and the worries that came with it, played on repeat until he finally fell asleep.
The next day went by uneventfully, except that Justin texted his best friend to tell her that the spell had worked, and to thank her a million times over. He purposely neglected to mention the impromptu orgasm – was embarrassing, and therefore unnecessary. Monday arrived, and in the morning Justin found himself squirming as he opened his eyes from a groggy slumber. Something was happening to his dick. It was being held and caressed and then – placed somewhere. Somewhere rough but not painful, as if Celeste was trying to be careful with it.
Weird.
Justin trudged through the long and boring day with nothing on his mind except for his dick. It was literally in Celeste’s hands, and he was still uncertain about her plan for him, if she had any. The bell rang to signal students to move to their final class of the day, and Justin felt dread start to worm its way into his belly as he thought about the class. No assignments, no projects, no presentations, but Celeste was there. Seeing her after avoiding her for this long – and possibly cumming on her tits and face without even being there – was going to be interesting at best, and devastating at worst.
But he had no choice.
The teacher was already droning on, two minutes before class was even supposed to start. Something about how they wouldn’t be using real chemicals for a while, but would be doing a digital simulation, and how they’d need to wear their lab coats when they did this in real life. Fuck, why did such a hard class have to be so damn boring? Boring classes were so much harder to pay attention to, and Justin already had to Google answers sometimes just to –
He suddenly gasped softly and gripped the edges of his desk as he felt his cock being stroked. First the tip of a soft finger, then a whole hand wrapped around it, as if he was being jerked off right here in the middle of class. A thought came to mind, but he pushed it away – there was no way it was true. There was no way Celeste had brought it to school, right? Doubt made him turn around momentarily, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized she was watching him. Her backpack was in her lap and her hand was buried inside. He must be right; she was jerking him off.
Too soon for his liking, she stopped and put her bag down, leaving him wanting more. Fuck, he’d give anything for her to touch it again. He was delirious with pleasure already, barely paying attention to the lesson, and he suddenly didn’t care about not having a dick attached to his body. Fuck it, he still had his dick. It was just in separate hands. Soft, delicate, skilled hands that he’d been dreaming about touching him since the very beginning.
The teacher continued to ramble about chemistry, to the point where Justin almost fell asleep. His ecstasy had faded and Celeste hadn’t touched him for a while, since the beginning of class. Still, the only thing keeping him awake was the anticipation for the next touch. When would it happen? Hell, would it happen again?
He jumped as he heard Celeste’s voice call the teacher’s name, who turned around from writing on the board and sighed at his student’s raised hand. “Yes, Miss Birch?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“Is it an emergency?”
Celeste giggled. “Yes. It’s, um… a lady emergency.” She pulled a smaller purse out of her backpack, tapping on it to indicate that the contents were very necessary for her trip.
The teacher made a disgusted face and waved her off, and Celeste smiled as she stood up. Her skirt flowed perfectly around her thighs as she walked past Justin’s desk, and – did she just wink at him as she passed? He thought maybe he imagined it, but then, she had kissed him not too long ago, and she’d been stroking his dick earlier. Maybe a wink wasn’t all too unbelievable.
It took him about two minutes to realize that the wink was definitely intentional.
Suddenly every cell in his body was fighting to keep him from hunching over and groaning in pleasure, right there in the middle of the classroom during an ever-boring lecture. The tip of his dick was pressed against something warm and wet, something velvety soft with a hard little nub. His heart started pounding in his chest as he gained some idea of what was happening. Celeste had locked herself away in the bathroom just to pull his dick out of her purse and rub the tip of it up and down against her clit. The lady emergency had been a lie so that she could hide away and play with him.
He bit his lip harshly as she pressed the tip against her hole, feeling her wet folds practically begging to take him in. She was playing “Just the Tip” with him, pushing maybe an inch deep before pulling it out and rubbing it over her clit again. Over and over, and he was fighting hard to look normal. He was in class, he couldn’t let everyone see that he was basically having sex right now. His heart skipped a beat and he struggled to turn a moan into a cough as he felt Celeste suddenly push the whole thing in, as deep as it would go. His balls pressed against her ass, and he could feel her hand wrapped behind them to use as leverage – a feeling he was sure no man had ever experienced. She was using him like a dildo. Toying with him. Using him. And fuck, he’d give anything to just lay back and enjoy it, but his only choice was to ignore the urge to groan and hiss and whisper her name, instead gripping the desk and fighting not to buck his hips as she fucked herself. He wanted to fuck her faster, harder, and she knew that, and was teasing him. He was helpless, and she knew it.
And just as he was about to cum, she fucking stopped.
She didn’t pull him out, but the sudden loss of movement made him want to hit his knees and whine for her to continue like a submissive little bitch. There was some shifting, slow enough to make him want to scream in frustration, then maybe thirty seconds of nothing, before she walked back into class. Her purse looked flatter than before, and her thighs were wet… oh, God. His dick was still inside her. Fuck, he didn’t know how he was gonna make it to the end of class.
But he did.
Despite the occasional moan he needed to bite back whenever she shifted her hips in her seat, he managed to remain calm and sat through the rest of the class, and when the bell rang, he gathered his things quickly and was almost out the door when Celeste caught him by the arm. “Oh,” he said softly. “Um… hi.” He wasn’t quite sure what else was acceptable right now.
“Hi,” Celeste giggled. “So… did it work?”
“Did what work?” he muttered. She squeezed her walls around him, and he groaned. “Yeah,” he said quickly, “yeah, it worked.”
She smiled at him, clearly satisfied with her work. “Listen, why don’t you come over after school tomorrow? We can have some more fun.” Her last sentence trailed off in a seductive whisper, and he could only gulp nervously and nod. He had thought the first spell would fix his previous issue, but he supposed this was an extenuating circumstance. Before he could even think of holding back, he shivered all over, and his cock twitched as it erupted. His face flushed as her eyes widened. “What… oh, my God, did you… did you just cum in me?” she whispered breathlessly.
Justin nodded shamefully. “It’s… it’s not the first time.” That was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He may as well be honest.
“I’ve made you cum just from talking to you?” Her eyes were wide, and she giggled excitedly. “Oh, you’re so coming over tomorrow! Holy shit, you’re gonna be a lot of fun to play with.”
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Justin sighed as he leaned on one hand, the other quietly tapping on his desk. He was trying his best to pay attention, he really was, but right now he could only focus on the tearfully-boring Chemistry teacher’s voice, and the abhorrently dreary lesson. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. He needed this credit, but why did Chem have to be so fucking boring? It might very well be his least favorite subject. He looked down at the worksheet he was doing – blank, and they were already almost done with class. Fuck, just twenty more minutes.
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