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Moni watched their faces as she pulled, tugged and teased them with her hands, realizing that it was a first for her. She had never wrangled two cocks at the same time, but she was finding it surprisingly enjoyable.
Except for pubic hair coloring, there was little difference between them. Broody’s cock was perhaps a fraction of an inch longer when erect, but the turgid head of Luca’s trouser beast was larger in circumference.
Without warning, just as Moni was wondering what to do next, Luca’s eyes opened, though they remained seductively hooded by his eyelids,
“Gosh, Dr. Antimony, somehow I feel my condition had become worse under your expertcarehe told her. “How areyoudoing, Broody, my Bruh?”
“Oh, I wholeheartedly agree,” Broody said, his eyes flipping open. “And I think it might be the time to help the Physician heal herself… She seems a bit hot and bothered, don’t you agree?”
“For sure!” Luca agreed quickly. “I believe she needs an injection of some sort… Perhaps more than one, hmmmmmm?”
As if with one choreographed motion, they both arose and pulled her down to where they’d been lying side by side. Broody covered her mouth with his and Moni felt her legs being opened, first just a bit and then parted widely as Luca went down on her.
She abandoned herself to their lovemaking, because there was no other choice, even though in the back of her mind she wondered if she were being spoiled for life.
She had always been a young woman of many appetites and it seemed impossible that she would ever do the traditional thing and resign herself to one lover.
There was no question in her mind that she loved them both. And she loved Shady too. There was an undeniable attraction there as well.
Afterward, as she lay between Luca and Broody, with their entwined arms cradling her, she reflected that she had never felt so loved. And nothing had ever felt so right.
All three of them, Shady, Broody, and Antimony, nearly overslept the next day. It took a well-rehearsed Celerity Spell, which Shady cast into a breakfast bar and then split with the other two, to make sure they moved at the speed of light grooming themselves.
Even so, all of them showered at the same time to save even more time, their naked bodies enjoying a steamy shower together, were only a few nude flesh tinted blurs for less than ten seconds before all of them were dressed impeccably in their school attire and short capes with the embroidered emblem of Pitchfork Prep Academy emblazoned on the back.
They barely had time to grab coffees from the Student Center before sliding into their respective seats in their Conundrum Conjuring class.
Broody seemed to be daydreaming throughout most of the class, and it irritated Shady to no end that the teacher, Percival Prickens, called on both of the girls at least twice. It was especially galling that the Professor always seemed to favor Broody.
“What’s with all the favoritism?” Moni asked Broody just as the trio was leaving class. “Why does Professor Prickens kiss your ass all the time? Are you blackmailing him or something? I mean, everyone has noticed that he seems to have a crush on you!”
“Yes, hedoesfavor me, doesn’t he?” Broody replied. “And I promise, I have done nothing to encourage it, but I believe the old chap fantasizes about giving me face, if you get my drift. He is harmless, though. He would never make a move on me, it could mean losing his tenure!”
“But he’s disgusting!” Shady said in her inimitable blunt way. “I mean, he has hair growing out of his ears and birds could practically nest in his overgrown eyebrows. Why does he waste his time mooning over you? Is he delusional?
Broody, for once, answered her seriously. “Because he is human, and most humans, especially the males of the species, don’t notice they have aged until it’s a done deal and they’ve lost whatever appeal they once had. Old Prickens, he means no harm, but youth has a beauty all its own, and it is a beauty thatonce lost, cannot be recaptured! That’s why we need to figure out some sort of spell or potion to prolong life. Very few witches last past a hundred and twenty-five nowadays and are usually suffering from dementia and getting their spells all wonky before they actually exit the earth realm. I don’t mind getting older, I really don’t. I think I might age rather well, but I feel sorry for him, for anyone really, that wants something that is out of his grasp.”
“Well, Idon’tfeel a bit sorry for someone who shows favoritism foranyreason, much less some old perv that wants to get in my brother’s pants!” Shady practically spat. “I might just have to say something to him, like, ‘Look Professor, I am not the only one in this course that has noticed that you have the hots for my brother Broody, and you’d better knock it off or I am going to the administration.’”
Broody stopped walking and turned to Shady. “Please, don’t,” he told her. “Someday, that could be one of us, Shady. Especially with our libidos. I really think that inside ourselves we never feel any older than eighteen, not really. And I’ll tell you something else that I’ve never read any place but that I believe is equally true, having sex with someone is the fastest way to know who they are. Being naked rips away the veneer of who we present ourselves to be, allows us to relax and drift more deeply into our own psyches and communicate on a much more intense level, allowing us to express ourselves in visceral and raw ways that that are unmistakable.”
There was a silence after Broody spoke, and both of his young witch companions had their eyebrows raised in semi-astonishment.
All Shady could say is, “Well if that’s the way you feel about it, I won’t say anything to him Broody. I promise!”
Moni was nearly nodding off in her next class,Magical Hyperbole (and how to avoid it), when she noticed a messenger had interrupted the droning lecture of the Professor. As she watched, curious, the Professor engaged in a short exchange with the messenger and turned to look out over the classroom.
“Oh, you there! Miss Crockett! You’re wanted in the Proctor’s Office, immediately!”
As Moni gathered her books and secured them in her backpack, a few derisive tsking noises resounded throughout the classroom, led by Broody, who whispered in a tone of mock horror as she passed his desk,
“Moni, you introublegirl! What did youdo?” All of which failed to amuse Moni, and she purposely stepped hard on Broody’s foot as she walked past his desk on her way to the corridor.
“Do you have any idea what this is about?” she asked the messenger as they walked briskly toward the Proctor’s office. Usually, if someone was pulled out of class it had to do with plagiarism or cheating or notifying a student that they were failing some class or another. As far as she knew she had an A-plus average in every class she was enrolled in, and as far as the other two, well, it was much more likely someone else would be trying to copyherwork than the other way around.
The messenger shook her head. “They never tell us anything, but Iwilltell you that Proctor Reynolds seemed very agitated, so I don’t know.
At Pitchfork Prep, Proctors were not only present during exams but also responsible for following up on any studentconduct concerns. Reflecting on that, Moni started to wonder if someone had officially complained about something that had happened when she was in the company of Shady, Luca, or Broody.
