Chapter 24: Roof of the Magic Shop, Tomorrow

Pat looked up when he heard someone rap on the window of the limo. His face lit up when he saw it was Ethel. He quickly rolled down the window and asked, “Pethelator, what can I do for you?”

“You know how I said I wouldn’t do anything with you until after I had undone the effects of the magic gum?”

“Yes,” Pat replied a bit glumly.

“Well, things have changed. It’s your lucky day.” With one hand she reached through the window and grabbed Pat by the shoulder, and with the other she made an arcane gesture at the same time she swept her hand downward.

Pat felt dizzy for a moment and found himself standing in front of Ethel on a sort of rooftop garden. He looked around in confusion and asked, “Where am I? What changed?”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” Ethel announced as she grabbed for Pat’s crotch. He had become hard upon simply seeing the gorgeous sorceress, but feeling her hand on his cock was almost more than he could bear. Then he heard a ripping noise and felt a breeze and his pants shredded and fell off of him. He didn’t know what was happening, but the most beautiful lady he could imagine suddenly had a hand on his bare cock.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna...”

“Oh no you don’t!” Ethel interrupted. One of her fingers touched his forehead and even though he really needed to cum, he couldn’t. Pat grunted and tensed as his body tried to get the relief that being intimately touched by his crush demanded. Ethel’s magic won out over his body’s reflexes.

Gasping for breath, Pat demanded, “What did you do to me?”

“Don’t think about it, just enjoy this,” Ethel instructed. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Pat wasn’t sure if the sorceress didn’t wear anything under her skirt, or if she had magically done away with any undergarments in the same way she had discarded his pants. Whatever the cause, his hard cock was touching smooth, wet, hairless, female flesh. He felt himself begin to cum.

“Again?” Ethel wondered. Once again, he felt her fingers on his forehead, and once again, his muscles locked up trying to force an orgasm that by all rights should have already happened, but wouldn’t start. Except this time he was humping his hard cock against Ethel’s pussy. He felt like he was going mad. When the sensation that he should be cumming but wasn’t died down, it occurred to him that he wasn’t doing his part to hold Ethel up. However, once he started thinking about supporting the tiny sorceress’s weight, everything seemed wrong. He leaned back to support Ethel’s weight and started staggering backwards. “Easy there; where are you going?” Ethel wondered. Somehow she pulled him back in balance even though she didn’t have any of her limbs on the ground.

Then Pat started to stagger forward, once again losing his balance only to be pulled back into balance by Ethel.

Whatever are you doing?

“I’ve got to hold you up!”

Silly man. Watch this.

Pat felt Ethel’s hand’s grab his wrists, and she gently forced them off her ass where he had been trying to support her. Pat closed his eyes and stood ready to move in whatever direction he needed to to keep his balance, but he didn’t move in any direction. It didn’t make any sense, even though the woman was tiny, she had to weigh something. Even though Pat had seen Pethelator bend a crowbar over her knee, he hadn’t expected her to show him exactly how much stronger she was than him in that manner. She still had her hands on his wrists.

Is that a problem?

“No, but I still need to be a gentleman and hold you up if you jump into my arms like that,” Pat explained. Pat gasped as he felt Ethel unwrap her legs from his waist, and he tried to grab her to support her again, but she was far too strong to even make her arms flinch. He cautiously opened one eye to find the sorceress floating with her feet several inches above the rooftop and her hands holding his awkwardly positioned arms in place. Pat’s mouth fell open and he started to drool, more entranced by her beauty than recognizing that she was defying gravity. Pat groaned, and he felt the need to cum again.

I guess I should be flattered, but I really want to get you inside me before you go squirting your juices all over the place. Ethel had her head tilted at a funny angle and whatever she was doing was keeping him from cumming as effectively as when she had touched his forehead.