My aunt, it turned out, was a witch. I mean, she had been called one often enough, and often also that other word, the one that rhymes, but no one who called her a witch ever believed for a moment that it could be true. No one believes in magic these days, after all. But there was definitely something weird about her, the way she seemed so much younger than her years, the reputedly endless stream of lovers, all the wacky shit she collected.
I liked her though, the few times we met. I would laugh as she quietly made fun of everyone and everything. It turned the most tedious of weddings and other such family events into a secret pleasure.
"I wish I had your looks," I said to her the last time we met. "I'm too much of a nerd. Good with exams but useless with boys - or girls, for that matter." Indeed, I left school still a virgin, despite everyone else, it seemed, fucking each other.
She'd laughed. "You don't need looks. You need more confidence, and fewer inhibitions. And maybe, just maybe, I can help you with both."
Then she died, and for a while I thought that offer of help died with her, but even as I mourned her passing, a package was delivered for me. It had been found in my aunt's house, ready to be sent, and the lawyer dealing with the estate had interpreted her final wish was for me to have it.
"Dear Raina," the note within said, "I made this for your eighteenth, but couldn't resist using it myself. Think of me when you wear it."
Excited, I tore open the rest of the packaging and stared in astonishment at a strap-on harness and a large black silicone dildo shaped like a real cock. I sniffed it curiously - it certainly smelled like it had been used. Also, intriguingly, there were mystical symbols etched into both the harness and the dildo. At the time I dismissed it as imagination, but just holding it in my hand gave me a thrill that made my clit throb urgently. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I wrapped my lips about the thick shaft, wondering whose pussy I was tasting.
Only to pull it out abruptly, shocked at the stupidity of exposing myself, for all I knew, to STDs.
And yet, my overriding thought was how real it had felt in my mouth, and how good it had tasted. It made me wonder what it would feel like inside me. Thrusting. Hard. Deep.
And I had never had anything in me before! I was still very much 'hymen intact'!
I was alone in my bedroom, no one to see me sucking on the strange cock. No one to watch me fuck myself with it, if I chose. I stripped quickly, but hesitated on the point of giving in, because surely this wasn't what my aunt had intended. Otherwise, what was the point of the harness?
The harness changed everything. The urge to fuck my mouth and pussy with the cock dissipated, leaving me still horny but relatively clear-headed. The sight of the cock jutting from my crotch gave me such a sense of power, and as I stroked the shaft lovingly, I could feel my clit being brushed by invisible, teasing fingers. Almost as if it were a real cock. Almost as if I were a man. (Which I most certainly wasn't.)
No question, though. The harness and dildo were magic. Magic was real. I had a real magic cock that had made me want to worship it. What would it do to others?
*
I shared a flat with Elizabeth, a popular girl with a steady boyfriend who often stayed over. She had two other lovers too who visited on occasion. They both knew about the boyfriend, but I wasn't sure if they knew about each other. Not that it mattered. All three were pretty hot. It had been a cruel twist of fate that I, nerd and virgin, ended up living next to everyone's favourite cheerleader.
The sex was loud! Even if the walls hadn't been so thin, I could hardly have ignored it. The girl had stamina.
She was nice to me, but distant, her thoughts always elsewhere. The flat was a good size, well placed for the college, and I didn't inconvenience her. That was all that mattered.
But I yearned for so much more. She was a blonde, blue-eyed vision of athletic grace, with curves to die for. I would lie in bed listening to her fuck, fingering myself through a series of orgasms, unsure whether I wanted to be her, or be the men fucking her. Maybe both, simultaneously.
She was, however, as straight as a die. Had she suspected for a moment my interest in her, our comfortable living arrangement would have been over. I would have been just one more 'lesbo' for her to sneer at.
I couldn't think of a better person to test my new dildo out on.
Though it did take me a while to find the courage. I still didn't entirely believe in the magic. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking and an overactive imagination. And yet...
And yet, I learned that its power worked through the senses. If the dildo could not be seen (or smelled or tasted, or of course felt), then the magic had no effect. I even tried wearing it around Elizabeth when we were together in the kitchen. I had on a baggy T-shirt and tight jeans, that together conspired to hide the dildo, and though she kept giving me puzzled expressions, and her nipples were very obviously hard, she didn't seem likely to throw herself at me for the chance to suck my cock.
But I felt encouraged, nonetheless. Then Wednesday came, Wednesday being the day Danny always came. Secret lover number one, Danny was the boyfriend of Elizabeth's best friend, Barbara, who worked Wednesday evenings. Danny liked to parade about the flat naked after sex, perhaps because the length of his cock could make any woman's belly flutter nervously, and he felt it was his duty to share that with the world.
As usual, by ten o'clock he was gone, and Elizabeth hummed happily to herself in the kitchen as she brewed tea. I joined her there, and like her I wore only a dressing gown - although in Elizabeth's case it was a green silk kimono (technically a yukata), whereas mine was a simple white bathrobe, and the dildo made a prominent bulge.
"What's it like?" I asked.
"What's what like?" Her gaze drifted down momentarily to the bulge, and she frowned in confusion.
"Fucking such a long cock." Despite my determination to sound bold and confident, my voice caught and I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
Elizabeth didn't notice, however; once again she was looking down at the bulge. "Great," she said absently, "once you get used to it. Um..."
I parted my gown allowing the dildo to spring out, a prominent black cock against the white cotton of my robe. "Do you like it?"
She stared at it transfixed, nodding slowly. "Um, why?"
I shrugged. "Just wondered what it was like to have a cock. Nice, actually. Nothing like the real thing, of course."
