Janelle moves to wipe my cum from her face, but Raven stops her. She leans forward and licks it off her housemate.

I feel my penis attempt to swell again, but it's too soon.

"Definitely not a shower then."

I blush.

"Try standing," Janelle says.

I do, and there's no pain, just a dull throb.

"How?"

"It's a kind of magic,"

"Know any Love Spells?"

"Anything you put into the world is returned threefold. You don't want that."

"So you make someone love you and you love them back? Seems exactly what you'd want."

"You love them back three times as hard."

"Obsession," Raven gasps.

"Can I get dressed?" I ask.

"I don't think so," replies Janelle, "Do you?"

"No," Raven says abruptly.

"I think we need a selfie to remember this by."

"Sure," I say, not sure why.

Janelle gets her phone out, and holds out in front of us. I huddle in beside her and Raven huddles in beside me. A finger slides between my cheeks and there's a snap.

"What do you think?" she asks, showing me the photo. Both girls were smiling, me with a sudden shocked look on my face. My penis unimpressive at its post orgasm smallest. She could share this with anyone. Or everyone. I must get her to delete it.

"Can you..."

"Don't ask me to delete it."

"OK." As if I would.

"Come with me."

I follow Janelle into their bathroom where she wipes any of my residue from her face. She then kneels before me and cleans my willy. It begins to harden.

"Good," she says, "I'll want a full mast photo, eventually,"

I follow her to her bedroom and she makes me wait at the door. As I watch she lifts her t-shirt over her head. She's facing away from me, two half orbs appear either side of her back as she raises her arms. I'm now ready for the next picture.

She puts on another shirt, this one with buttons that she does up without turning around.

When we return to the lounge room, Raven is just in a shirt and those black panties. Nobody mentions it.

Janelle calls us over and we do another picture, this one with me with a raging hard on.

"You two've got off already," Janelle reminds us, "It's my turn."

She slides her tracksuit pants down her legs revealing a lightly hair pussy and beckons me over.

I kneel before her and she pushes my head into her sex.