He hoped to God, then, that her theory was true.
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With her door locked and her heart pounding, Trina stared at the cloth bundle on the pillow beside her. She was laid out on her side on the bed, her arms wrapped tight around one of her favorite stuffed bears as she gazed at the voodoo-dick with a cocktail of love, excitement, and fear stirring in her belly. She hummed softly to herself as she turned over on her back, imagining Alex was doing the same in his own bed somewhere. Was he thinking about today’s events as deeply as she was? Was he unable to sleep because of how horny he got at just the mere memory?
With a shiver, she closed her eyes and slid one hand down her belly, under the waistband of her pajama shorts. Her pussy was already warm and wet, waiting for her fingers to act out the dirty things she wanted Alex to do to her. She sighed softly, biting at her lower lip as her fingers moved in a few gentle circles over her clit before sliding into her needy hole. Fuck, she wanted him so bad. She had seen his cock standing up at attention in his pants during that damn class, no matter how hard he tried to hide it – and fucking hell, it looked big. She pictured him on top of her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy as she fingered herself to his image… but it wasn’t what she wanted.
She tilted her head to the side to stare at the cloth bundle again, her fingers sliding out unceremoniously. Why didn’t this feel right? She wanted him to fuck her, didn’t she? So what was so wrong here?
An idea popped into her head, and she huffed a little as she considered it, then grinned. Quietly, so as not to disturb her mother in the other room, she turned over so that she was on her knees, her stuffed bear now sat right between her thighs. The hard little button nose bumped delightfully against her clit as she positioned herself to slide her fingers in again, and this time, she used one hand to reach out and stroke the voodoo-doll in time with her own fingers’ thrusts. She couldn’t see him, no – if she was honest, she’d hardly ever spoken to him outside of class – but she knew that he could feel her, and she knew he was probably rock hard right now. Was he stroking along with her, her touch guiding his own hand as he succumbed to this delicious magic he knew nothing of? Shit, maybe it was evil, but she fucking loved it.
She lost count of how many times she got herself off that night. Over and over again, She let herself tremble as she sat there on her bed, riding her own fingers, her free hand gripping the little cloth bundle as she imagined riding Alex, making him cum inside of her and letting his load stay there for days… Shit, the power was intoxicating. She had never cum that many times before, or that hard, and she could still feel her inner walls quivering the next morning.
That was the night she truly decided that Alex was hers for the taking.
For days, Trina spent her time in class playing with her new boy-toy. She needn’t worry about paying attention to the lessons – she was the type to study ahead, and she knew the tests would be easy enough. Her vigorous studying had left her with plenty of free time to admire and toy with her crush, and she took full advantage of the opportunity.
Each day leading up to winter break, Trina watched through the corner of her eye as she fondled the cloth bundle in her sleeve, loving the way Alex squirmed as she played with the voodoo-doll. She’d reworked the spell a little, just adding balls to the shaft so that she could play with the whole of him. She liked watching the swell of his pants, and she liked watching the occasional pool of cum darken his pants. She especially liked that part, because she got to watch him struggle with the mess for the rest of the day.
Unfortunately, she had no idea how to take it any further. She wanted to, really, but she couldn’t find an in.
On the second to last day before break, she made it all the way home after school, and managed to shower and eat dinner and do a tarot spread before she realized the voodoo-doll was missing. She dug in her backpack for it, hoping to spend another night playing with herself, and her heart dropped when she realized that it was gone. She ended up dumping the entire contents of her bag onto her bed, but she couldn’t find it.
Panicking, she retraced her steps in her mind. The only place it could’ve gotten lost was at school…
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Trina barely slept that night, endlessly worried about the outcome of her mistake. She hated herself for it – she’d let herself get sloppy, and she was angry and embarrassed. She spent several hours that night flipping through her spellbook, praying to her deities that there was some sort of solution. This was just supposed to be her game, and she worried that if she couldn’t at least “turn off” the voodoo-doll, Alex could get hurt.
But unfortunately, she found nothing, and was forced to go to the final day of school with a pit in her stomach.
Even Alex seemed a little confused when she left him alone for the first time in over a week. There was no tingling today, no stroking, no squeeze around his balls. Trina spent the day in a haze of frustration, and her mind was so foggy that she almost didn’t hear her fifth-period History teacher call her name on the way out. She turned around, meeting the older woman’s gaze as best as she could.
Ms. Delaney was young for a history teacher, but still old enough that a lot of Trina’s classmates called her a “MILF”. She was average height, and fit, with good-sized tits and a shapely ass that swayed enticingly when she walked up and down the rows of desks. She had long ginger hair that she often kept tied up in a messy bun, and piercing green eyes with long lashes that would, admittedly, look incredibly alluring while she was on her knees in front of a man. Hell, Trina was pretty sure she was straight, but Ms. Delaney was definitely a reason to question that.
“Trina,” Ms. Delaney said firmly as the rest of the class dissipated, “I’d like to speak with you.” She took her black-framed glasses off, her other hand holding up something small and red.
The voodoo-doll.
“Do you mind explaining to me what this is?” she asked, leaning on her desk and glaring at Trina.
Say something, she urged herself. Anything. Fuck, what do you even say to that? Fuck it, play dumb. “I… um, no, I don’t… I don’t know -”
“You don’t know.” Ms. Delaney wasn’t asking for confirmation of what Trina had just said – she was repeating it firmly, disbelievingly. It was a statement that she threw to the air between them with utter disdain. “You don’t know what fell out of your backpack yesterday afternoon.” She lowered her head, and Trina let herself breathe at the break of eye contact. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that?”
“Ms. Delaney… with all due respect, I don’t know if you’d believe me if I told you. And it’s… kind of… inappropriate.” Though both were true, she was also very worried that she would be in trouble for it. But the teacher simply raised her head again to look Trina right in the eye once more, silently urging her on, and she sighed. At least no one was around to hear them. “It’s uh… it’s a voodoo doll.”
“And is there any reason it’s so phallic?”
Fuck, Trina couldn’t deny that part. The damn thing was shaped like some sort of weird cloth dildo. “Um… it’s… it’s for a boy. Like, it… I made it for a boy. Or, about him, I guess. I dunno.”
Ms. Delaney nodded slowly. “Alex?”
Trina blushed fiercely at the mention of the name. “No!” she stammered, “no, no, I don’t – I, uh -”
“Come on, Trina,” Ms. Delaney said, quirking an eyebrow. “Everyone knows you two like each other.”
“I – wait, he likes me back?”
“Not the point. The point is, you don’t need to construct some sort of fake voodoo-doll just to get closer to him, you can -”
“It’s not fake.”
” – I’m sorry?”
“It’s not fake.” Trina had felt a spark of anger at the unwitting challenge. She hated when people called her practice fake – she tried to ignore it, as most fellow witches told her to, but it pissed her off to no end anyway. What she did had real effects, effects that she had seen first hand, effects that couldn’t be explained away with “placebo” or “just your imagination”. It was real, and she didn’t like the condescension in her teacher’s voice.
But Ms. Delaney almost seemed amused at Trina’s defiance. “Trina, there’s no such thing as witchcraft. I have been trying to tell you this since you first started in my class.”
“But you’re wrong! Magic is real, it’s just manipulating the energies of the world around you.”
Ms. Delaney laughed. “So – so you mean to tell me, this -” She squeezed the cloth bundle tight by the balls – “is really connected to Alex’s penis?”
Trina flinched as she watched her teacher’s long, dark-green nails dig into the cloth, knowing it was hurting her crush. “Yes, they really are connected, and you’re going to hurt him, so please just -”
“Just what?”
“Just give it back, please -”
“No, I don’t think I will, young lady. Enough with this magic you claim is so powerful. This is not Alex Griffith’s dick, and I’m going to prove it to you. See? Nothing is going to happen.”
Everything happened so fast.
Alex, of all people, walked into the room – Trina knew he had Ms. Delaney’s history class for his final period, and that he liked to get there early – just as the teacher dropped his voodoo-doll on the floor, slipped her bare foot out of her sleek black heels, and stomped purposefully on the little cloth bundle.
Her toes pressed hard into the balls of the voodoo-doll, her heel landing right on the tip of it, and Alex suddenly gasped and collapsed just inside the doorway to the classroom. Both women immediately turned around, and Trina found herself rushing to help Alex up. “Alex! Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he stammered, “yeah, just – fuck, my stomach just started hurting.”
Trina looked up to see Ms. Delaney return her foot to its shoe, horror and shock written across her pretty face as she stared at her sixth-period student. For a moment there was silence between them – then she made eye contact with Trina, and suddenly there was an entire conversation and an agreement between them. Trina had felt Ms. Delaney’s entire vibe change. She liked this. She was turned on by this.
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