Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Dec 23

Yesterday morning, the faeries' daily gift was that anyone badmouthing me would instantly masturbate and wouldn't stop until he or she reached a climax, no matter the circumstances. Since I tend to be up very early (and Brooke doesn't), I had a fair amount of time to think about how I'd spend my day. Of course, Brooke would be the first on my list. There was no way I wasn't going to test this on her.

She got up around 9 AM, and by which I was ready for her. She joined me in the kitchen with her hair still a tangled mess and wearing a loosely fitted bathrobe that gave me a full view of her ample cleavage. She sat on a stool next to the kitchen island where I was preparing fresh coffee. I slid a full mug toward her, which she took without looking. (Her eyes were still half-shut from sleepiness.) She sipped from it and her lips curved into a pleasant smile.

"That's the stuff," she said.

Then I sprung the trap.

"You oughta cover those teats, cow," I said with a grin. "Who wants to see those this early in the morning?"

Brooke put her mug down, leaned forward, and pulled her robe wide open, just like I knew she would. I was kidding, of course—they were magnificent. She smiled at me with a wicked glint in her eyes.

"You should thank me, you simp! Without the faeries or me around, you'd still be a virgin. And not even a pretty one at that."

She grinned at her retort, which I knew was merely jest. The faeries' spell wasn't specific about sincerity, however. Any badmouthing would do the trick, and it did. As Brooke's right hand disappeared beneath the counter, her expression switched from smug to perplexed, then alarmed.

"What the fu--" she started, then her voice caught in her throat.

I knew precisely what she was doing, however, and took a sip from my own coffee.

"You were saying?" I asked.

By then, Brooke's fingers played with the little nub between her thighs. She scrambled off the stool and almost fell down. She rushed off, walking clumsily while her hands played with her cooch.

"Ah, come ON!" she shouted. "Haven't even had my fucking COFFEE yet!"

She retreated into her bedroom and I heard squeals and moans as the spell worked its magic. Perhaps fortunately, Brooke's heightened sexuality (from before she was even turned into a woman) meant that she can climax easily (and often). She was back after less than ten minutes, giving me a mock glare

"Okay," she said, "good one. You gonna tell me what just happened there? Was it the coffee?"

"Not the coffee, no," I said, slipping the coffee toward her again. "Words can cut, you know?"

"Seriously?" she asked. "Because of what I said?"

"You or anyone. Any time someone insults me or says something bad about me, that is going to happen."

Brooke looked surprised, then laughed. "Okay, that's cool. You know what happens next, huh?"

Boy, did I know! We were going to hit every shop or store in town and trick women into insulting me. It's something I'm good at by default, and I'm world-class if I do it on purpose.

There was a female client at a shoe shop who had an amazing butt. I stared at it long enough that she noticed and gave me the stink eye. When that didn't deter me, she muttered "pervert" to herself. That was enough! Both her hands slipped into her skintight pants, found their target, and started strumming her instrument. She blushed furiously and scrambled to the relative safety of a changing booth, where her moans told her exactly how close to orgasm she was—until she reached it.

At a lingerie shop (where Brooke modeled some sexy underwear for me), a leaned to the salesgirl and said "I'd love to see you in those..." When she started brightening up at the compliment, I finished my sentence. "...but you just don't have the boobs for them."

As soon as she called me an asshole, one of her hands lifted the hem of her skirt while the second one ripped her pantyhose and dove in for some sexy action. She froze, merely clamping her thighs around her hand and leaning forward breathlessly. She looked around for help, but none came. I watched as a crowd gathered to observe her (some people took photos and videos). When the orgasm came, she collapsed into a quivering mess on the floor.

We did a lot of those all afternoon, but the best one was a pair of girls sitting on a couch at a cafe. By then, I'd caused so many situations during the day that I was barely putting any effort into the preliminary setup. Confident that they'd react with hostility, I approached them from the back and leaned in, one arm around each of them. I reached for the closest breast I could grope and gave each of them a gentle squeeze.

"Nice boobs," I said. "Do you rent them or are they only for sale?"

I retreated immediately to join Brooke at a nearby table. "What an asshole," the first said. Her friend got up and chased after me. "Hey, fucker!" she began.

And immediately, the two launched into helpless masturbation. The one still on the couch couldn't get up. Hands down her pants, she writhed in pleasurable agony while her friend (the one who had chased me) fell forward. I caught her in extremis. She looked surprised, then panicked, then helplessly aroused. Her hands tore the flannel leggings she was wearing, ripped apart her underwear, and gave everyone behind her an amazing view of her performance. I held on to her while she shivered and squirmed. She came hard, much to the delight of the surrounding crowd. Brooke and I easily made our escape while management came to see what the commotion was all about.

And so, that was yesterday.

Today, I just heard from the faeries that since this was the last day, I could have anything I wanted. I jokingly said "peace on Earth," but they looked at me with serious eyes. "Too many humans," Grief answered. "Even if all the faeries worked together, we couldn't achieve that." So I gave it more thought. I didn't have to think very long.

"Hey, I still feel like I owe Priya for what she went through last week. Could you watch over her today and make sure everything goes her way? I'll leave the details with you."

Naughtybelle clapped merrily. "That's a WONDERFUL idea!" she shouted.

Suddenly, I'm a little worried I haven't given this enough thought. I guess I'll learn about what the faeries did later tonight.

--Jaycee