Secret of Witchcraft Ch. 03

~~~~~ Chapter 3 ~~~~~

You should read Chapters 1 & 2 before reading this one.

To recap: Gwendolyn cast her spells into the world with the force of her orgasms. Loneliness led her to make a new friend and start forming her coven with an unanticipated act of eroticism.

I found Ms. Campin in her studio on Saturday morning. I barged right in and shut the door behind me. I wasn't sure how she perceived our spectral intercourse. It felt real to me, but what did she sense?

"This is awkward," I said.

The instructor tilted her head and squinted her eyes. "There's definitely something about you, Gwendolyn."

"Did you feel that 'something' while you were laying on the floor after class yesterday?" I kept my tone light, but sarcasm slipped out when I used air quotes around "something". That something was an invisible cock swinging between my legs.

"What do you know about that?"

"I was in the supply closet right below you doing the same thing. You used the African Fertility Totem."

"How dare you invade my privacy." Ms. Campin sounded angry, but I suspected she knew the injustice of her accusation.

I said, "That ceramic cock and I have a special relationship. I felt what it felt."

Ms. Campin stared at me speechless. I didn't expect her to believe me and waited for her to challenge my claim.

To provoke a response, I added, "In every way that matters, you took my virginity yesterday. I can never get that back."

I watched a cascade of emotions cross Mary's face. I detected a hint of fear. "I don't believe it," she snapped. "It's all ridiculous. You spied on me and invaded my privacy. I'll have you fired for it."

"You won't," I said with as much calm as I could muster. "What would you say? I spied on you masturbating at work?"

"Studios are private spaces like apartments. I can do what I like in mine."

"I'm sure you're right." I tried to be small and unthreatening. "I didn't spy on you. You know it, and you know something else, too."

"What's that?"

"I used our union to cast a spell. I'm not sure how it works yet, but you felt me inside you, and you felt my spell." I didn't know if my claims were true, and even if they were, I assumed Mary would deny them. I said it because I was weary of dancing around the facts as I knew them. If Mary was going to be difficult anyway, I had nothing to lose.

Her reply surprised me. She asked, "How did you do it?"

"It's a little involved," I said. "I use witchcraft to ask for things, and I usually get them."

"Show me."

I sighed. "It doesn't work that way. It doesn't like to be tested."

"Isn't that convenient?"

"Not especially," I replied. "I have to ask for something that can happen through coincidence. I asked to get into college, and soon after I started drawing in a style I had barely seen before. It could be coincidence. I could have had a hidden talent for expressionism all along."

"Give me another example."

"I asked for a ride to college. The next day, a girl backed out of a bus trip, and I got her ticket. See how it works?"

"You call random chance witchcraft?"

"I do. My requests are granted. When there are too many coincidences to explain any other way, I call it witchcraft."

"My neighbor's cat was hit by a car yesterday. The vet said there was a one in a hundred chance the cat will make it through the day. Make the cat get better."

"I don't have to prove anything to you."

"Listen," Ms. Campin said, and her tone softened. "Call me Mary."

"There's a bond between us. You can feel it." I stood stiff.

"Maybe," Mary said. "You can't expect me to believe you have magic powers when there's a much simpler explanation. You don't have to prove anything, but I don't have to put up with you."

"You know I'm telling the truth. You felt me inside you."

"Stop telling me what I felt. Do it for the cat. Make me believe."

"It doesn't like to be tested," I whined, "but, I'll give it a try."

"Show me," Mary said.

"I'll do it later. It's kind of embarrassing."

"The cat might not have a later." Mary acted like the hard ass I knew from class.

"At least give me some privacy. Let me use your studio for a couple of hours."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

I blushed. "I have to have an orgasm to cast a spell."

Mary looked around the room. "Is this a big joke? Did Susan put you up to this?"

"I don't know Susan. Do you want me to save the cat or not?"

"I'm going to watch." Mary smiled with an expression that wasn't happiness.

"I don't think so." I blushed again. "I have to have an orgasm."

"Right," Mary said. "You just accused me of taking your virginity. I think we're past modesty. You saw my orgasm last night. It's my turn."

"I've never done it in front of anybody." Nobody had ever caught me as far as I knew.

"Lay on the rug, and I'll sketch you while you do it. Every artist imagines the model putting on a show. We can't study a nude long enough to draw and not wonder what the model looks like when he or she comes."

I thought Mary was testing my commitment. She thought I'd back out, but I steadied my nerve and decided to do it. A premonition showed me dancing skyclad with my coven, and since it was going to happen eventually, I figured I'd get on with it.

I pushed the waist of my long white skirt to my knees and let it drop around my ankles. My panties had broad pink and black horizontal stripes. They looked pretty and highlighted the rise of my pleasure zone. Mary watched me tug my pink t-shirt over my head. I shivered even though it wasn't cold.

"Don't stop now," my coven mate said. "Don't be so uptight. We have nude figure models every semester. When we can't hire enough, I make the students model for each other."

I pulled my camisole over my head and tossed it to the side. My nipples stiffened under Mary's gaze. A moment passed while I hesitated to slip out of my panties. Mary cocked her head again in a gesture of skepticism. I swallowed and removed my last covering. How many other students had stood naked in front of the instructor?

I lay on my stomach with my arm under my belly and hand between my legs. I hoped for a bit of modesty, but Mary dragged her chair across the room to give herself an excellent view of my buttocks and parted thighs. I remembered the intimacy of thrusting into her twelve hours earlier. I told myself I didn't care if she watched.

I did care. Knowing Mary watched added an unexpected thrill. When I stripped, half my mind objected saying I wouldn't be able to get aroused. That turned out to not be a problem. A finger dipped easily into my folds. I couldn't see Mary without turning my head to an uncomfortable position, so I closed my eyes. I contemplated the experience of penetrating Mary in the role of a man.

I supposed every woman wondered what it would like to be a man with a swagger and a hefty swinging cock. I knew how it felt. I might have been the only woman in the world to know. I replayed the sensations of warm envelopment. I recalled the urgency I felt to come. My clitoris gave me more intense pleasure than the spectral penis, but I had enjoyed the sensation of pleasure extending into a shaft beyond my body.

Slow circles with varying pressure turned my breath into shallow gasps. The practiced motions of my finger worked their magic. I opened and closed my legs like scissors while I rocked my pelvis against my hand. As the crescendo approached, I clamped my thighs together and tilted my hips to lift my pussy away from the floor. My hand moved with urgency in the gap my posture created.

I almost forgot to cast the spell. I could tell the building orgasm would be a big one. I told myself, "She's watching you. You're masturbating. You're showing her your deepest secrets." The chill of taboo exhibitionism traveled up my spine. I begged the power who grants wishes to ride my imminent bucking orgasm. I asked for the cat to recover.

My sweaty panting body collapsed and trapped my hand. I lay still except for the movements of my chest filling with air. A strange impulse made me part my legs again and expose the sloppy mess I created. Air currents tickled my puffy labia.

"That was very nice. Now get out of here."

"What?" I asked.

"There is no cat. I made it up."

"You're lying. We are connected. You're part of my coven now." I knew I was right.

"Stop wasting my time. I didn't come in on Saturday to spend the whole day getting cheap thrills. I have a lot of grading to do."

She was determined to be a bitch, but something she said caught my attention. She said I gave her "cheap thrills", but thrills are thrills. My body had fallen half way down the slope from orgasm, but I had a plan.

I rubbed the hood over my clitoris even though the sensation bordered on pain. My body was well trained, and I reminded myself that I was thrilling Mary.

"That's enough already," Mary said.

I moaned. I worked faster and harder and asked for Mary to share my pleasure. I asked for her to feel every shock of delight originating between my legs.

"Stop it," Mary shouted, but her tone betrayed her lack of conviction.

I relished the knowledge that Mary could feel the intensity of my climb toward orgasm. I deliberately pinched my hood hard enough to make me wince, and Mary squealed. I thrust a finger into myself with a grunt that Mary matched. Our noises formed harmonies.

As the last of my rational mind faded, I considered asking for Mary to be my friend, but instead I asked for her to acknowledge the truth of our relationship. That would be enough. And the resulting orgasm made my body shake and my ears ring.

I rolled onto my side to see Mary sitting on the floor beside her chair. She opened her legs, and a noticeable wet patch discolored her tan shorts. She panted as hard as me. Her flush was even deeper than mine.

I might have slept a minute or two because I didn't remember details about Mary's journey to my side. She caressed my shoulders and neck with feather light touches. I smiled with contentment and enjoyed the petting in silence.

When I struggled to my feet a half hour or more later, I said, "Hand me my skirt." When I finished dressing, I said, "Come to my apartment when you're ready to talk - no more lying - no more fear - no more resistance."

I opened the door and left. The power I felt made my head float above my shoulders, but I reminded myself about the potential for witchcraft to bring sorrow. I congratulated myself for not compelling Mary's friendship. I had been close to breaking my vow not to compel affection. I made the vow imagining a male lover, but the spirit of my commitment included Mary.

I was half way through my weekly grocery shopping when Mary grasped the African Fertility Totem. I felt her hand encircle the shaft, and I started to walk bow legged. My invisible erection bumped into my hand basket with a painful jar. I looked down expecting to see the large ceramic phallus, but the front of my skirt lay flat as usual.

Mary put something warm and wet on my wand. She smeared it around with her hand in a way that put a goose in my step. I struggled to remain quiet in the checkout line as Mary banged the toy like a drumstick against a hard surface. The pleasant arousal I felt from her hand turned into wincing aggravation.

Either Mary still didn't believe I felt her use the totem, or she intended to hurt me. Both possibilities spurred my anger, and I have never been easy to anger. I worried she would do something worse to cause pain or shatter the thing.

My apartment was blocks away, so I discarded my grocery bag at the entrance to a narrow alley where I hid. I tried to masturbate, but the spectral cock between my legs proved too distracting.

I gave up the alley and fought to suppress the irritation and pain. My staggering half run back to the college must have been quite a sight. I winced with every step as the battered and bruised cock swung heavily from my groin.

Mary's door was closed and locked. I banged and kicked until a few people poked their heads out of other studios to see the spectacle. I didn't know what I would do if Mary wasn't there, but she eventually opened the door.

"You have a lot of nerve," she said.

"Give it to me," I demanded.

I pushed past the larger woman with every ounce of strength in my body and snatched my cock of the chair where it lay. I somehow knew Mary had been banging it randomly against the chair leg while she worked. "You have no idea how much that hurt." I mimed hitting the cock. My wand felt warm in my hands and smelled of lilac soap.

"Thanks for washing it," I said through gritted teeth. "You're lucky it hurt too much for me to concentrate. I fully intended to wish you two broken arms or worse. I'm taking this, and you better hope I'm not still this mad when I get home."

I shoved my coven mate out of my way again and walked with a brisk stiff legged gate to the stairs. I stopped as soon as I turned a corner. The pain faded to be replaced with something else. I felt my own hand encircling the sizable girth of the cock. I rubbed the tip gently against my hip. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine and heat to my loins.

My first thought was to masturbate the fertility totem and experience that intrinsic aspect of masculinity. My second thought was to fuck myself with the totem. Nobody had ever felt both sides of the same act, and I was eager to be the first.