The Young Wizard–Part 4

Chapter 1

We slept for another two hours and when I woke Mandy was still lying on top of me. My cock had slipped from her pussy and she was leaking all over me, but I didn’t care. I was here alone with a beautiful woman who loved me as much as I had grown to love her. She stirred slightly and raised her head. “Morning, my love; I love you. I’m the luckiest man on the planet—no, in the universe. You know, you’re beautiful in the morning.”

“No, I’m not, Jeremy. My hair’s a mess and if I don’t get up soon I’m going to pee all over you.”

I smiled as I said, “promises, promises!” Mandy laughed and pushed herself up en route to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, climbing next to me. I rolled her onto her side and we spooned for several minutes as I warmed her body with mine. I raised her leg and entered her from behind. I moved slowly as I fondled her breasts, teasing her areolas and nipples, and nuzzled her tender neck. Mandy was moaning nonstop when she turned her head to kiss me. She pushed her tongue into my throat as our passion grew. My humping grew faster and harder; in response Mandy reached down to cup my balls. Her rubbing brought me along much faster than I wanted, but I wasn’t going to discourage her—it felt great! As she rubbed my balls I reached around her to rub her clit. I found it hot and hard, covered in her secretions. I rubbed and tickled her nipple until she started to move, driving my cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

“FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME HARDER! DRIVE YOUR COCK INTO ME!” Mandy was screaming, demanding in her lust. I was thrusting so hard I was afraid I was going to push her off the bed, but nature intervened and we both came—Mandy flooding me as she squirted for the first time while I was literally pouring hot sticky semen into her. Finally, we stopped. We were wringing wet, sweat pouring from us as we struggled to regain our breath. I looked down at the bedding—it was a good thing we were people of magic or my uncle was going to expect a new bed. This one was ruined.

I struggled to rise, pulling Mandy with me. We trudged to the shower and stood together under the hot rejuvenating water. “Damn,” I said, “I have to pee.”

“So, go ahead. You can get it on me. I won’t melt. Hell, I might even like it. Here, let me hold it for you.” So Mandy, my once demure virgin turned into a wanton woman, held my cock while I urinated. She deliberately directed the stream to her abdomen. “I like the warmth it gives me. Maybe we’ll do this again.” Finally my stream ebbed and we could wash each other. It was a long slow and loving process as we explored each other’s bodies. When the water turned cold we exited, dried each other off, and donned the robes.

I led her to the kitchen where I made coffee, bacon and eggs. As we ate I could see she was thinking. “A penny for your thoughts,” I commented.

“Oh, I’m just thinking how happy you’ve made me and how I don’t want this weekend to end. We don’t have to go home today, do we?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” I replied, “but we’d better let our parents know we’re staying.” We both sent telepathic messages to our folks letting them know we were OK, that the ritual couldn’t have gone better and that we were staying for another day. I was surprised—no, astonished—when I got a message from MP telling me that she was thrilled for me. When I told Mandy she just showed me her beautiful grin and led me back to the bedroom. “Hmmm, I don’t know if even magic can fix this mess.” The sheets were stained with a combination of our secretions. When I lifted the sheet I could see the mattress was soaked, too. Uncle Phil was going to be pissed if we couldn’t fix this. Mandy pushed me aside and uttered a spell. The sheets rose from the bed, were cleaned and pressed, the stains disappeared and the bed was remade. I looked at Mandy and she was blowing on the ends of her fingers, like an old-time gunfighter blowing the ends of two revolvers.

“C’mon, pardner, seems a shame to waste such a nice bed, doesn’t it? Let’s get in and get cozy.” We climbed under the covers and snuggled together. I pulled her robe off and shucked mine from my shoulders so we could lie skin-to-skin. Mandy’s skin was perfection—soft, smooth, and with no marks or blemishes of any kind. Her temperature must have been higher than mine because she always felt hot. I asked her about it one time and she told me I felt the same way. Magic? Maybe it was, but if so, it was the magic of our love for each other that made it happen.

That weekend we made love over and over until I couldn’t get it up any longer, and then Mandy took care of me in her mouth until I was once again hard enough to penetrate her. We kept odd hours, fucking and napping throughout the day and night. I don’t recall eating anything other than that breakfast. Too soon we had to leave. We strolled outside, enjoying the cool clear weather. We sat on the tree stump, recalling our first time together. Reluctantly, we finally turned and left. We drove home in silence, but holding hands the entire way.

When I took her home her mother hugged me and her dad shook my hand with a smile, welcoming me to their family. Mandy opened her suitcase, showing her parents the gown she had worn and the virginal blood staining it. They nodded in great satisfaction. Since they knew about our relationship we were free to have sex at any time either in her room or mine. It seemed they welcomed Mandy’s orgasmic vocalizations, which was good because Mandy was a screamer.


Chapter 2

The school year was almost over; exams were completed in mid-June when Mandy and I decided to drive to a neighboring town to see a first-run movie.