Chapter 3: Jenny's Ass
The air in Leonard Collins’ bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker—something electric, like the crackle of lightning before a storm. The room was draped in the golden glow of a single bedside lamp, its light casting long, shifting shadows across the walls, the bed, and the two women sprawled upon it. Molly lay sprawled on her back, her pale skin flushed with lingering pleasure, her dark hair fanned out like a halo of ink across the pillows. Her lips were still swollen from Leonard’s kisses, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as she traced the curve of her own breast with a slow, deliberate finger.
Jenny spun slowly in front of them, her hips swaying in a way that made her round ass clench with every step. Her ass was round and firm, the cheeks quivering slightly as she moved.
Leonard and Molly’s eyes widened as they saw it, their breath catching in their throats at the sight. The smooth, toned globes flexed with each step, the crack between them glistening with the remnants of their earlier passion.
"I bet he'd like to fuck that ass," Molly teased, her voice low and husky with arousal as she watched Jenny’s movements.
Leonard turned towards Molly in surprise. "What?" he stammered, his voice rough with disbelief as his gaze snapped from Jenny’s swaying hips to the smirk playing on Molly’s lips. His cock, already half-hard from watching Jenny’s performance, twitched at the implication in her words. He wanted to fuck her ass—badly—but the idea of doing it while Molly watched, while Jenny offered herself so shamelessly, sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
"No one has ever fucked me in the ass before," Jenny confessed with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Don't you want to fuck her ass, Mr. Collins?" Molly teased, her dark eyes smoldering as she watched Jenny’s hips swaying in deliberate slow circles, her glistening pussy still slick from their recent coupling. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest as she waited, breathing in the musk of their shared arousal.
"I do," Leonard admitted. "If she's okay with it." His voice was rough with desire, his gaze flicking between Jenny’s flushed cheeks and Molly’s knowing smirk. The thought of pushing into Jenny’s tight heat—while Molly watched, her own body still trembling from pleasure—sent a shudder through him that made his already hardening cock twitch.
Jenny looked at them nervously.
When Jenny first started exercising on social media, a lot of guys commented on her ass. So, she played it up. Wore tight shorts that showed off those curves, and the guys loved it. They still do. But, she's never let anyone fuck her there.
She's always been too nervous, too scared of the pain.
She's never trusted anyone enough to let them do that to her. But now, here she is, naked and trembling, offering herself to Leonard—willing to let him do whatever he wants to her. And she trusts him. She trusts him completely.
Leonard’s breath hitched as he watched Jenny’s fingers trail down her own body, her touch hesitant but deliberate, her eyes flicking between him and Molly. Her nervousness only made her more enticing—her athletic body trembling, her sky-blue eyes dark with a mix of fear and desire.
"Are you okay with it, Jenny?" He asked, his voice low and steady, his gaze never leaving hers. "You can say no. You know I won't try to force you."
Jenny’s breath hitched at his words, something inside her chest loosening at the sincerity in his tone. She knew he wasn’t using reverse psychology—she could feel the truth of it in her bones, the spell would have shown her any hesitation, any manipulation. He was genuine. He wouldn’t push if she wasn’t ready.
She swallowed hard, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on her own skin. "I want to try," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm scared."
Leonard nodded, his expression softening as he reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "That’s okay," he murmured. His thumb brushed her lower lip. "We’ll go slow."
Leonard's gaze flicked to Jenny, his cock already hardening at the sight of her naked body, her skin flushed with desire. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, the way her breath hitched as she watched him, her fingers still teasing her nipples.
He moved towards her, his gaze lingering on her body, the way her skin glowed under the lamplight. Leonard had two thoughts: he was about to take something all her male online followers wished they could have, and he was going to take it with Molly’s approval. Both thoughts made him really hard.
Jenny’s ass was perfect—round, firm, and just the right size. He had seen a few of her photos. He had never thought he would be the one to get to touch her there, to feel her tight, untouched heat wrapped around his cock. But here he was, standing over her, his cock already aching with anticipation.
"Please, Professor Collins," Jenny whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you to do it. I want you to take my ass."
Leonard's gaze flicked to Molly, who was watching them with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "You sure about this, Jenny?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "I don't want to hurt you."
Jenny nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "I trust you, Professor. I know you'll make it good for me."
Leonard's heart swelled with a mix of tenderness and lust.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to Jenny's, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, sensual dance. She responded, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body pressing against his as she deepened the kiss. He could feel her nipples, hard and erect, pressing into his chest, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he pulled back from the kiss.
"Get on your hands and knees, Jenny," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. He wanted to see her, to watch her as he took her, to see the way her body responded to his touch.
Jenny nodded , her eyes wide with anticipation as she turned around and got on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air, her back arched in a way that made her look like a fucking goddess. Leonard's cock throbbed at the sight, his balls already aching with the need to come.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, his touch gentle as he explored her. He could feel her body trembling under his touch, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he ran his fingers over her skin.
"Fuck, Jenny," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You look so fucking beautiful like this. Your ass is perfect, so round and firm." Leonard's voice was low and rough, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered the words, his fingers still tracing the curve of her ass. "Would you like me to spank you?" His question was not a demand, but a question. He could feel her body trembling under his touch, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he waited for her response.
Jenny’s breath hitched at the sound of his voice, the roughness of it sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear, the way his words sent a thrill through her.
Jenny had been spanked before by other guys—hard, rough, the sting of their hands leaving red marks on her ass that she’d traced with her fingers for days. She’d loved it, the way it made her feel alive, the way it had turned her on so much she’d come just from the memory of it. But the thought of Professor Collins doing it to her—his hands, his voice, his authority—made her wetter than she’d ever been. The spell had already made her feel things differently, but this? This was something else entirely.
God, she loved being used by a man who cared about her feelings, who was gentle and kind. She could thank the spell for shifting her attraction to a man's kindness instead of his youth, his handsomeness, and his wealth. She had never felt this way before, this deep, all-consuming desire that made her feel like she was on fire. She wanted to thank the spell, to thank Molly for helping put it on Professor Collin, for giving her this gift.
She wanted to thank him for being the first man who made her feel this way, who made her feel like she could be vulnerable, like she could trust him completely. She wanted to thank him for making her feel alive in a way she never had before.
Jenny’s breath hitched as she pressed her ass cheeks back against Leonard’s hands, her body arching instinctively as if seeking the sting of his palm. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, Professor. Spank me."
Jenny’s breath hitched as Leonard’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate line along the curve of her ass, his touch feather-light but deliberate. The air in the room was thick with the scent of their arousal, the lamplight casting long shadows across her skin. Leonard’s voice was low and rough, his words a whisper against her ear. "Tell me how hard you want it, Jenny. You’re the one in control." His voice was low, a rumble against her ear that sent a shiver down her spine. "You tell me how hard you want it."
Jenny's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered his words. She had never been in control before, never had a man ask her what she wanted, what she needed. The power of it was intoxicating, the realization that she could tell him to stop, to go harder, to slow down—it was heady, a rush like nothing she had ever experienced.
She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she said, "Hard enough to leave a mark, Professor. But not so hard it hurts." She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she didn't care. She wanted to feel the sting, the burn of his hand against her skin. She wanted to feel alive in a way she never had before.
Leonard’s breath hitched as her words sank in. He could feel the tension in his body, the way his cock throbbed with anticipation. He wanted to make her feel good, to make her feel safe and secure in his hands. But he also wanted to see her marks, to see the evidence of his touch on her skin.
He raised his hand, his palm open and ready. Jenny’s breath hitched as she felt the first slap land on her ass, the sting radiating out from the spot like a burst of fire. She gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her, her body arching instinctively as the heat spread through her.
"Oh God," she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. "That stings. It feels so good."
Leonard’s breath came in sharp gasps as he watched Jenny’s ass turn a beautiful shade of pink under his hand. His cock was rock hard, pressing painfully against his jeans, but he forced himself to take a moment to savor the sight of her flushed skin, the way her body trembled with each slap. He wanted to make sure she was ready for what was coming next.
"More," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I need more."
Leonard’s heart raced as he raised his hand again, this time with a little more force.
The sound of his palm meeting Jenny’s ass filled the room, a wet, smacking noise that made her gasp and her body jerk forward. Molly’s breath hitched as she watched, her fingers tracing circles on her own wet pussy, her eyes locked on the sight of Leonard’s hand connecting with Jenny’s flesh.
"Fuck, that’s hot," Molly murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "You’re doing such a good job, Professor. You’re making her so wet."
Leonard’s gaze flicked to Molly, who was watching him with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Her dark eyes were dark with desire, her lips parted slightly as she watched him work.
Leonard’s breath hitched as he felt the pull of her—Molly’s warmth, her scent, the way her fingers still traced lazy circles on her own body, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He wanted to kiss her again, to feel her lips under his, to taste the sweetness of her mouth. But he couldn’t stop now. Not when Jenny was so close to the edge, when her body was trembling under his touch, when the sound of his palm meeting her ass filled the room with a rhythm that made his cock ache with need.
Kissing Molly could wait. He'll kiss her again soon enough. He had to finish this with Jenny first. With Molly's encouragement, Jenny was his focus now, her pleasure his priority at the moment.
Leonard's hand came down again, harder this time, the sound of his palm meeting Jenny's ass echoing through the room. Jenny's breath hitched, her body arching as she pushed her ass back against his hand, seeking more of the sting.
"Oh, fuck, Professor," Jenny moaned, her voice thick with desire. "That feels so good. Please, don't stop." Jenny's voice was a desperate whisper, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she pressed her ass back against Leonard's hand. The burn was intense, a fiery sting that spread across her cheeks like a living thing, each slap leaving its mark. She could feel the heat radiating through her skin, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Please, Professor, I need more."
Leonard's breath hitched as he watched Jenny's ass turn a beautiful, deep shade of pink under his hand. His cock throbbed painfully against her thigh, but he forced himself to pause, his palm hovering just above her skin. He wanted to make sure she was ready for what came next.
Even though Leonard stopped, Jenny continued to feel it. The burn was still there, still radiating through her ass, a reminder of his touch. But then, Jenny felt something else—something deeper, hotter, sliding against her skin like a living thing. Leonard’s tongue, slick and warm, traced the path of his hand, licking the sting away with slow, deliberate strokes that made her gasp. The sensation was almost too much—her body arched involuntarily, her fingers clutching the sheets as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her voice raw with need. “That’s—oh god—that’s so good.”
Leonard’s tongue flicked over the heated skin of her ass, slow and deliberate, tasting the sting of his own hand. His fingers trailed down the crack of her ass, teasing the puckered entrance of her tight little hole. She was so wet, so ready—her pussy glistening with her own arousal, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
“You like that?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You like me licking your ass, Jenny?” Leonard murmured, his breath hot against the heated flesh of her cheeks, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around the puckered ring of her hole.
The air between them crackled with tension, the scent of sex thick in the room as Molly’s fingers stilled on her own body, her dark eyes locked onto the sight of Leonard’s tongue circling Jenny’s tight entrance.
Jenny’s breath hitched as she felt the wet heat of his mouth press closer, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear. She had never let anyone do this to her before—never let anyone be this close, this intimate. But with Leonard, she felt safe. She felt wanted.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed her ass back against his face, her body arching instinctively. “Please, Professor. Fuck me. Fuck my ass,” Jenny begged, her voice ragged with desire. Leonard’s cock throbbed at her words, his balls aching with the need to come. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her tight heat wrapped around his cock, to hear her moans of pleasure as he filled her.
He reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers generously, then pressed one against Jenny’s tight hole. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her body arching as she pushed back against his finger. “That feels so good. Please, Professor, give me more.”
Leonard’s cock throbbed at her words, his balls aching with the need to come. He wanted to give her everything she asked for, to fill her completely. He added another finger, stretching her tight hole, scissoring them inside her to prepare her for his cock.
“You’re so fucking tight, Jenny,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “I can’t wait to feel your amazing ass wrapped around my cock.” Leonard’s voice was low and rough, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered the words, his fingers still stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Jenny’s body trembled at the sound of his voice, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his body pressed against hers, the way his cock throbbed against her thigh, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he waited.
“Please, Professor,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I’m ready. I need you to fuck me now.”
Leonard’s heart raced as he heard the desperation in her voice, the way her body trembled with anticipation. He wanted to make her feel good, to make her feel like she was the only woman in the world. He wanted to make her feel she should be with only men who respect and listen to her, and that she would do the same with them. He wanted her to be attracted to men who make her feel safe and adored.
He leaned down towards her ear , his breath warm against her skin. "You're beautiful, Jenny," he whispered, his voice low and steady. "I want you to know that I see you, all of you. I see your strength, your courage, your vulnerability. And I want you to trust me, to know that I will always be here for you, that I will never hurt you." His words were a soft, gentle murmur, his voice barely above a whisper, but they filled Jenny with a warmth that spread from her chest to the tips of her fingers. She could feel the truth of them, the sincerity in his tone, and it made her heart swell with a mix of gratitude and desire.
Jenny’s breath hitched as she turned her head slightly, her lips parting to whisper against his ear, "You’re so goddamn hot, Professor. I’ve never been with anyone like you before." Her voice trembled with a mix of awe and vulnerability, her fingers curling into the sheets as she pressed her ass back against his fingers. "You're so good and kind. I adore you. And I’m so happy you found Molly. I’m happy you’re with her. And I’m happy you’re going to take my virgin ass." The words spilled out of her, raw and unfiltered, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she realized how much she meant them. "I know you won’t hurt me. I know you’ll make me feel good. I want to be with men like you—men who listen, who respect me, who make me feel safe and adored." Jenny’s heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and emotion.
Leonard and Molly shared a look of quiet understanding, their eyes reflecting the same raw honesty in Jenny’s words. Leonard’s breath hitched, his fingers stilling inside Jenny as he felt the weight of what she’d admitted—her trust, her vulnerability. His cock throbbed against her thigh, the spell’s pull making him ache to claim her in every way possible, to prove to her that he was exactly the kind of man she deserved.
"Are you ready, Jenny?" Leonard asked, his voice low and steady, his fingers still buried deep inside her ass. He could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she nodded, her eyes locked onto his.
"Fuck, yes," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I'm ready, Professor. I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to fill me up."
Leonard's cock throbbed at her words, his balls aching with the need to come. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. He grabbed the bottle of lube, coating his cock generously, his eyes never leaving Jenny's.
The head of his cock pressed against her tight, virgin asshole, the heat radiating from her body making him ache even more. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "I won't hurt you, Jenny."
As Leonard’s cock began to slide into Jenny’s ass, her breath hitched sharply, her body tensing as the stretch of her tight hole made her gasp. The sensation was intense, a burning heat that spread through her as Leonard slowly pushed forward, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Molly’s lips crashed onto Jenny’s, her tongue sweeping into Jenny’s mouth in a hot, demanding kiss that made Jenny moan into it. Leonard’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected contact, his cock throbbing as he felt Jenny’s body respond to Molly’s kiss.
He could see the way Jenny’s lips parted under Molly’s, the way her fingers clenched into the sheets as she moaned into the kiss. Leonard’s breath hitched, his own cock pushing deeper into her ass with a slow, deliberate motion. The tight heat of her ass wrapped around him, the burn of her virginity making him groan.
“Fuck, Jenny,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.” His hands slid up her back, gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her ass back against him, his cock sliding deeper into her tight hole.
Jenny’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the stretch of her ass, the burn of his thick cock filling her. Molly’s fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made Jenny moan into her mouth, her body arching as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
“Oh, fuck,” Jenny gasped, breaking away from Molly’s kiss. “That feels so good. So fucking good. Your cock is so big, Professor. It fills me up so perfectly.” Her voice was raw with need, her fingers clutching the sheets as Leonard began to move, his hips thrusting slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a wet, sucking sound that filled the room.
Molly's fingers continued to work Jenny's clit, her touch steady and sure, her dark eyes locked onto Leonard's. They stared at each other , their connection deepening as they shared Jenny's pleasure, their bodies moving in sync. Leonard's cock slid in and out of Jenny's ass, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her moan, her body arching as she pushed back against him.
"Fuck, Molly," Jenny gasped, her voice thick with desire. Your fingers, your mouth—oh god, Professor's cock—it's all too much. I'm going to come."
Molly's breath hitched, her fingers moving faster as she felt Jenny's body tense, her pussy clenching around her fingers. "Come for us, Jenny," she whispered, her voice low and commanding."Come on my fingers and the Professor’s cock—let us watch you fall apart." Her words sent a jolt through Jenny, her body shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around Molly’s fingers, her ass squeezing Leonard’s cock as she screamed, her voice raw and desperate.
Jenny's body trembled violently, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as she felt the first wave of pleasure crash over her. Her pussy clenched around Molly's fingers, her ass tightening around Leonard's cock as she cried out, her voice raw and desperate.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jenny’s body convulsed, her nails digging into the sheets as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Leonard’s hands gripped her hips tighter, his cock buried deep inside her, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
"That’s it, baby," Leonard growled, his voice thick with lust. "Fuck, you feel so good. I can feel you squeezing me, milking me."
His words sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Jenny, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm, her ass clenching around him while her pussy clenched around Molly's fingers. Leonard's cock throbbed inside her, his balls drawing up tight as he felt the heat of her orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, Jenny," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna come inside you. I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum." His hips jerked forward, his cock burying itself deep inside her as he came, his hot cum spilling into her ass in thick, pulsating bursts.
Jenny's body trembled around him, her ass milking his cock as he emptied himself inside her. "Oh, fuck, Professor!" Jenny cried out, her voice raw and desperate.
"Fill me up! Give me every fucking drop!" Her body trembled, her ass clenching around him as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, milking him for every last drop. Leonard's breath came in sharp gasps, his cock throbbing inside her as he emptied himself, his hot cum filling her ass.
As Leonard's cock softened and slipped out of her, Jenny let out a soft moan, her body feeling boneless and sated. Molly, still kneeling beside her, leaned in and kissed her again, her tongue sliding into Jenny's mouth, tasting the remnants of their shared pleasure.
Jenny moaned, her body still trembling as she kissed Molly back, her fingers tangling in Molly's long, dark hair. Leonard, his cock still slick with their combined juices, watched them, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of the two women, their bodies pressed together, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
"Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You two are so fucking beautiful together." His cock twitched, already beginning to harden again at the sight of them. Jenny broke away from Molly's kiss, her eyes meeting Leonard's, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
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Leonard, Molly, and Jenny shared a lazy, sweaty day in his bedroom, where they explored each other’s bodies with slow, deliberate hands and the kind of unhurried intimacy that led to climax after climax.
The day changed to night, and night deepened into the early hours of the morning. Jenny, with a soft kiss and a whispered "thank you," left for home, her body still humming with pleasure and her mind filled with new thoughts and feelings.
Molly, however, lingered. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay, to curl up next to Leonard and fall asleep in his arms. She wanted to wake up next to him, to see the sun rise over his face, to share breakfast and coffee and quiet conversation.
Molly was still there when two new women showed up on Leonard's doorstep.
He opened the door to find two women standing there, both of them looking a bit flustered and out of breath. The first was a woman in her late twenties, with a sharp bob of dark hair and glasses perched on her nose. She was dressed in a crisp blouse and tailored pants, looking every inch the English professor that she was.
The second was a young woman, barely out of her teens, with a cascade of curly red hair and freckles sprinkled across her nose. She was wearing a t-shirt with a used bookstore logo on it, her name tag still pinned to her chest.
"Um, where are we?" the older woman asked, her voice hesitant.
"I don't... I don't understand." She looked around, her eyes taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, her confusion evident.
Molly, standing next to Leonard, laughed, a warm, inviting sound that seemed to put the two women at ease. "Well, you're here for Leonard." She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, a playful smile on her lips.
"Leonard?" the younger woman asked, her eyes widening in surprise. "Who's Leonard?"
Molly chuckled, pushing off from the doorframe and gesturing for them to come inside. "Well, come on in. I'll explain everything."
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This went on for several days. Every morning, two new women would show up on Leonard's doorstep, drawn by the spell's pull, eager to spend the day in his arms. And every day, Leonard, Molly, and the two new women would fuck the day away, exploring each other's bodies, sharing pleasure, and learning about one another. The days blurred together in a haze of sex and laughter, of shared meals and quiet conversations. Each night, as the sun set, the two new women would leave, their bodies sated and their minds filled with new memories. And every morning, Molly would wake up in Leonard's arms, her heart swelling with a mix of happiness and anticipation.
On the seventh day, as the sun streamed in through the bedroom window, Leonard rolled over to face Molly, his eyes soft and serious. "Molly," he began, his voice steady and sure. "I know this is... unconventional. But I want you to know that I care about you. I care about you more than I've cared about anyone in a long time. And I want to ask you something." Leonard's voice was soft, his eyes searching Molly's as he spoke, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek gently. "Molly, will you move in with me?"
Molly's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked into Leonard's warm, brown eyes. She had been expecting this, had felt it coming for days now, but hearing the words still sent a jolt of surprise through her. She had grown to care for Leonard deeply, had come to see him as a safe haven, a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment. It was an easy decision. "Yes," she had said, her voice steady and sure. "I want to move in with you, Leonard."
Moving day was interesting, to say the least. Leonard had half expected Molly's dad to try to punch him, to give him a stern warning about taking care of his little girl. But instead, he found himself being greeted with a warm handshake and a hearty laugh.
The spell was so powerful that Molly’s mother, a woman who had always been reserved and proper, stood in the doorway of his living room with her husband beside her, both of them smiling. “Leonard,” she said, her voice rich with amusement, "I've never noticed how attractive you are until recently. And Molly tells me you’re a good man. So I was wondering," she said, her voice low and deliberate, her eyes never leaving Leonard’s. "If you’d be interested in a little… private time upstairs."
Her husband, a broad-shouldered man with a quiet confidence, stepped forward, his hand resting on her lower back in a gesture that was both possessive and protective. "She’s got a great pussy," he said, his voice rough with approval. "I’ve always said she’s wasted it on me. You’d enjoy it."
Leonard’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing with a mix of shock and desire. He had never been propositioned like this before—not by a woman, not by a married woman, not in front of her husband. The spell’s pull was undeniable, the way his body responded to her without his consent, but the way she was offering herself—it was too much. Too raw. Too real.
Leonard's eyes widened, his body tensing as he took a step back, his voice steady and polite. "I'm flattered, really, but I can't. I'm with Molly now. I care about her, and I want to respect her and our relationship." He looked between Molly's parents, his expression sincere. "I hope you understand."
Molly's mother blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looked away, her husband's hand still resting on her lower back. "Of course," she said, her voice soft. "We understand, Leonard. We just... we just wanted to make sure you knew what you were missing." She laughed, a light, nervous sound, as she turned to leave. "Come on, dear," she said to her husband. "Let's finish moving these boxes."
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A few days after Molly moved in, the women stopped coming.
Leonard noticed it first, the absence of a knock at the door, the lack of new faces in his bed. He mentioned it to Molly as they sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Molly," he began, his brow furrowed in confusion. "The women... they haven't been coming by. Do you think something's wrong?"
Molly looked up from her newspaper, her eyes meeting his. "No, Leonard," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I think the spell has reached its next stage. You can now freely fuck women in public, with their permission, of course."
"Really?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
"I think so," she replied. "Why don't you test it? We need to go grocery shopping anyway."
Leonard raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Test it?" he repeated, his voice low and teasing. "You want me to go grocery shopping with you and see if I can get laid in the checkout line?"
Molly laughed, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not exactly. But I think it's time you experienced what it's like to be the man you are now. The man with the power of attraction."
Leonard leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her words. "Okay, fine. But if I get caught, you're buying me a new pair of pants."
Molly stood up, her long legs stretching out in front of her as she walked around the table to stand beside him. "It won't matter if you get caught. They'll be okay with it, because it's you," Molly said, her voice soft and reassuring. She leaned down and pressed a quick, playful peck on his cheek. "Now, come on. Let's go. We need snacks!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from his chair, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
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The grocery store was full of people. The aisles were packed with shoppers, their carts brimming with bags of groceries, their voices a constant murmur of conversation. Leonard couldn't help but notice all the women stopping and looking in his direction. He felt their eyes on him, the way they lingered just a second too long, their gazes lingering on his broad shoulders, his strong hands, the way his casual button-down shirt clung to his chest.
Molly noticed it too, her fingers tightening around his hand as she felt the subtle shift in the air around them. She could see the way the women’s eyes followed Leonard, the way their lips parted slightly as he walked past them. She knew what was happening—the spell was taking effect, and it was working exactly as she had planned.
“Leonard,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the store. “They’re looking at you. They want you.” She could see the way his eyes flicked from side to side, taking in the women who were openly staring at him, their cheeks flushed, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
One woman, a tall brunette with a sharp jawline and a figure that made Molly’s own stomach clench with envy, suddenly caught his gaze. She didn’t just look—she unbuttoned her blouse, the top two buttons parting to reveal the swell of her breasts, the lace of her bra peeking through like a promise. Her lips parted, her eyes darkening with a mix of challenge and invitation as she held his gaze, her fingers lingering on the buttons as if daring him to look away.
Leonard’s breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt the spell’s pull tightening around him, the air between them suddenly charged with something electric. Molly could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, the way his fingers tightened around her hand before he forced himself to look away, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Molly,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “I think we need to talk about this. About what’s happening.” His eyes flicked back to the brunette, who was now openly staring at him, her fingers still lingering on the buttons of her blouse.
Molly smirked, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s there to talk about, Leonard? You’re attractive. Women are attracted to you. It’s as simple as that.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Choose one." Molly's fingers trailed down his arm, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "Or do you want me to pick for you?"
Leonard’s cock twitched painfully inside his pants, the fabric already damp with pre-cum. He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering back to the brunette woman who was now openly ogling him, her fingers still teasing the buttons of her blouse.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "I can't believe this is happening."
Molly laughed, her breath warm against his ear. "It's not happening, Leonard. It's you. You're the one who's irresistible now. And I think you should take full advantage of that." Molly's voice was low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Leonard's as she spoke, her fingers still trailing down his arm. "So, what's it going to be, Professor? Who do you want to fuck?"
"If I have to choose," Leonard said, his voice steady and sure, "I'd choose you, Molly. Always."
Molly smiled at him, her dark eyes softening as she reached up to cup his cheek gently. "That's sweet, Leonard. Really, it is. But there must be someone else in this store you'd like to fuck. Someone new. Someone different." She glanced around the store, her eyes landing on a young woman with blue eyes and auburn hair, standing behind the conveyor belt, her hands moving quickly as she bagged groceries. "What about her? She's cute. And she keeps looking at you."
Leonard followed Molly's gaze, his eyes lingering on the young woman. She was indeed cute, with a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and a shy smile that made her seem almost innocent.
But there was something else in her eyes, a spark of curiosity and desire that made Leonard's cock twitch in his pants. He looked back at Molly, who nodded encouragingly.
"Go on, Leonard," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Go talk to her. Find out if she's as interested as she looks."
Leonard took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he walked towards the conveyor belt. The young woman looked up as he approached, her cheeks flushing slightly as their eyes met. She was even prettier up close, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Leonard could see the way her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps. He leaned against the conveyor belt, his eyes locked onto hers, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face.
"Hi there," he said, his voice low and casual. "I'm Leonard. What's your name?"
The young woman swallowed hard, her eyes flicking down to his lips before meeting his gaze again. "Amy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Amy."
Leonard reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the bag she had just filled.
His touch was light, almost hesitant, but Amy felt the heat of it all the way down to her toes. She looked up at him again, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement.
"Thanks," she said, her voice barely audible.
Leonard nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "So, Amy, when do you go on break?"
"I can go on a 15-minute break in a few minutes. Why?" She asked , her voice trembling slightly as she looked at him, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of fear.
Leonard smiled at her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Because I want to fuck you," he said, his voice low and rough, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "And I think you want me to."
Amy's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she looked down at the conveyor belt. She felt her body reacting to his words, her nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath her shirt, her pussy clenching with a desperate need. She looked back up at Leonard, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
"Really?" She whispered, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. Leonard saw it, and it made his heart ache. He wanted her, yes, but not like this. Not with fear in her eyes.
"Hey, hey," he said softly, his voice gentle as he reached out and cupped her cheek. "It's okay, Amy. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe with me." His thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped her eye, his touch feather-light. "I just... I want you, Amy. But only if you want me too. And if you don't, that's okay. I'll respect that. I'll always respect you."
Amy's breath hitched, her eyes searching his, looking for any sign of deceit. But all she found was sincerity and kindness. She felt her body relax, her shoulders slumping as the tension left her.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Leonard's. "I want you too," she whispered, her voice steady and sure. "I want you so fucking much."
Leonard's breath hitched, his cock twitching in his pants at her words. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. "Then let's go," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "Let's find somewhere comfortable to fuck."
"The paper towel aisle," She suggested. "Let's squeeze the Charmin."
Leonard laughed, his voice warm and amused as he glanced down at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm surprised you know that old slogan," he said, his fingers brushing against hers as they walked toward the paper towel aisle. "I thought you were just some random bagger."
Amy’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her fingers tightening around his hand. "I like Charmin," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "It’s soft. And I like soft things." She let out a small, nervous laugh, her eyes flicking down to his crotch before meeting his again. "I like soft things in other places too."
Leonard’s breath hitched, his cock already hardening at her words. He pulled her into the aisle, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as they stepped into the narrow space. The shelves were lined with rolls of paper towels, each one slightly different in texture and absorbency.