Sally opted to walk to the business district, only half a mile away from her house. Her town was small enough it didn’t really have a good “shopping area”, but the town square was sufficient for most. Among the stores was a bookstore where her friend Shelly worked.
Well, “worked” and “bookstore” might be overstatements. The store made more sales on coffee than it did on books, which most people read at the store anyway and there was usually barely any customer traffic during the weekdays. Still, the store kept puttering along. If nothing else, it was a nice weekend hangout, and the town liked their little comfort spots.
As she walked, she couldn’t help but sense more sexual activities through her mystic awareness. Her mother had warned her that the rush of sensations could be overwhelming, that she would need some time to adjust, but despite only having her powers for six weeks, Sally found she was already getting quite used to it all.
Rather than being shocked by constant sensing of hard cocks and male fantasies, like most women supposedly were, she more surprised to see just how active the women of her town were with their magic. Even growing up and seeing signs of the women’s teasing, and the occasional man forced to walk around naked as a punishment, she’d never quite considered just how constantly inundated the men were.
Maybe they would be horny all the time anyway, but Sally was quickly learning that it was probably impossible for the guys not to be constantly worked up, as she sensed just how much they were played with. Since getting her powers, she’d been sensing no less than a dozen guys getting utterly wrecked by their women throughout any given day. Growing up next to Jake, who’d been allowed regular orgasms, and with her half-brother, who had been permitted semi-regular releases himself, she hadn’t realized just how rampant the cock teasing in town was.
She’d assumed, for the most part, that guys were just naturally super horny all the time, and that provoked the women to play with them as much as they did. Turns out, horny as the guys were, it was the women who were really the provocateurs. Of course, it was more fun to pretend otherwise; it gave the women plenty of excuses, let them play coy and innocent while they scolded the boys for their “lack of self-control.” And if the boys tried to call the girls on their bullshit? Well, that just gave the women even more reasons to “retaliate.”