Enchanted Desire

Chapter 24

I slid the blanket off and adjusted my panties, which had been pushed to the side of my thigh and were now damp. I dropped to my knees and crawled a short distance across the floor to the tree. Reaching underneath, I retrieved the shoebox-sized gift. I gripped it in one hand, but it was heavy and required both hands to lift. As I looked this present over, I was certain I had not seen it before. It was elegantly wrapped, the shiny silver paper bound by a red velvet ribbon and an oversized bow. I inspected it for a tag. There was none.

Who could have gone through all the trouble of buying a gift, and then take such care to wrap it, only to neglect putting a name on it?

As I held it in both hands, I looked around the room just to be sure I was still alone, and then I shook the box gently to try to determine its contents. It was rather substantial and weighty, perhaps homemade fudge. Suddenly, the box jerked slightly and I almost dropped it. I was sure it was not the contents shifting, because I was holding the box steady at the time. Whatever was in there, it had moved on its own.

I did not know if the gift was for me or not, but I was going to open it, anyway. I brought it over to the recliner with me and placed it on my lap. As I took a sip of wine, something inside the box shifted by itself again, as if there were something alive inside.

It was only my imagination, I told myself, conjured by the wine and sex deprivation.

That’s all it was.

Turning my attention back to the mysterious gift, I was intrigued and curiously excited by what I might find inside. It was a feeling of anticipation I remembered having at Christmases a long time ago, when I was a little girl. I recalled the exuberance I experienced when I was nine and peeled open a gift with my first Barbie doll inside. I felt a tiny bit of that magic now as I carefully began to remove the bow and ribbon from the present. The paper easily fell away to reveal a smooth lacquer wooden box.

Whatever was inside, it had to be valuable. I

paused before going any further, my heart racing. The lid was loose. It did not have a hinge or locking mechanism of any kind, only the wrapping paper and the ribbon had been holding the lid to the box. I hesitated before taking the obvious next step.

Just open it, Shanna.

I took a deep breath, and then all at once I just lifted the lid quickly. Upon seeing the penis inside I let out a shallow scream of surprise and dropped the box, which fell back down onto my lap. I had instinctively closed my eyes, but a moment later, when I felt the box move ever so subtly, I opened them wide.

I stared down in amazement at the giant cock lying on a swatch of red charmeuse satin. Even though it was incredibly life-like, it was clearly artificial, made of some kind of new space-age silicone or latex.

All of sudden I smiled and let out a little laugh, figuring the dildo was a joke that Courtney had staged. She was probably secretly filming me at that very moment. I looked around the room, half expecting my sister to jump out with her phone recording my reaction to the gag gift, but the house was quiet.

As I took another look at the cyber skin cock, my jaw dropped when I realized that it was Kenny’s penis, an exact likeness, that is, everything from the shape, the proportion, the coloration, and even the tiny freckle on the tip that looked like a winking eye.

We had been together only once, but I knew every inch of his amazing member just from how he

felt when he was inside me, and when I had him in my hand. His intensity and passion was not limited to his erection, but that was where all his desire was focused, and as much as he was aching for relief, he wanted to please me even more. I could sense the desperate need he had to be close to me, not wanting it to end. It was an act of love as much as sex for both of us, a deep, emotional penetration as well as raw lust and physical desire.

With a flutter in my heart and a tingle in my crotch, I found myself reaching inside the box. At the instant of contact, the phallus reacted to my touch, growing harder and firmer as I took it in my hands. I grasped it firmly and massaged the base, watching the entire shaft thicken in my grip. It even changed color, as if the organ was filling with blood. I could feel the warmth in my palms.

I closed my eyes, and it was as if Kenny was there with me now. I could sense his excitement increasing with my own, his testicles swelling, and his semen starting to rise. I could hardly believe it when I felt a drop of wetness on the tip of the cock. It was actually leaking pre-cum.

I did not know how this could be happening, or what kind of sex toy technology could create such a realistic effect, but I couldn’t resist taking it another step further and bringing it to my mouth. I used my hand to slowly pump its full length while at the same time stimulating the sensitive skin just under the tip with my lips and tongue, kissing and licking the entire area and getting it all wet with my saliva. I felt the engorged organ straining to hold back.

Pre-cum continued to weep from it. I could

taste him and smell him as I took him deeper and deeper, my jaws stretched wide and aching as I accommodated his massive girth, gliding up and down on him faster and faster.

Out of the corner of one watering eye, I spotted the olive oil basket under the tree. Pulling the cock out of my mouth momentarily, I reached for one of the bottles, fumbling, but finally opening it. I poured the lubricant all over the dildo, feeling it heat up instantly as I worked the oil into the foreskin. It seeped between my fingers, running down my arm as I pumped faster, my hand gliding up and down furiously.

“It feels so good, Shanna. Don’t stop.” His disembodied voice was urgent, imploring.

I brought my other hand up and worked both of them together, pumping simultaneously, alternating twisting motions across the shaft, varying the grip, speed, and intensity.

I could hear him moaning. I knew he was getting close. It made me wet, and I reached one hand down to touch my pussy, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric of my panties, soaking my fingers. My clit was engorged and I began to moan, as well, as I stimulated myself. I imagined Kenny, wherever he was at that same exact moment, thinking about me as he masturbated. I imagined that I was there with him, watching him with his hard cock in his hand, drenched in olive oil, stroking himself in front of me, for this was his fantasy as much as mine. He desperately wanted to show me how much he lusted for me, desiring to embrace me, hold my face in his hands, kiss my lips

and jaw, and nibble on my neck and ears.

“I want to come inside you,” his lustful, quavering voice whispered in my ear.

“Oh, my God,” I said breathlessly.

In the next instant, my panties were down around my ankles, as if removed by a supernatural force. I spread my legs wide to receive him, and the phallus slide easily inside. He penetrated me slowly, inch by inch until he filled me. I felt the thickness at the base of his cock as he held himself in place there. His balls tickled my asshole, and I imagined his roving tongue there, longingly kissing and licking me.

As he pumped his cock slowly in and out of me, I rubbed my clit vigorously and began to buck my hips, increasing the rhythm of our lovemaking. My orgasm began to build quickly, but I held back.

“Come inside me now,” I begged. “I want to feel it.”

As he thrust desperately into me, he slowed down just before the point of release. For a moment he was motionless, still deep inside me, and then his cock began to spasm. My body was so sensitive, I felt him ejaculating. Already at the brink of my own orgasm, the pleasurable sensation his forceful climax gave me pushed me into such a state of rapture that I forgot where I was and started calling out his name. I came each time he erupted inside me, and it didn’t seem like either of us were going to stop.

All of my desire for him, the lonely days spent yearning for his kiss, his touch, and the fantasy encounters that played out in my mind up to, and

including now, none of it was the equal of the final full-body climax I experienced next. It started in my pussy and radiated outward, a welcoming wave of blissful agony that had my insides quaking and my limbs trembling spasmodically.

“Oh, Kenny!” I screamed, not caring if I woke up everyone in the house. “Oh, oh…”

As his fluid mingled with my own wetness, we were one.

“I love you, Shanna.”

I could not be sure if I heard that, but I certainly felt it. It was the sexiest and most beautiful thing I had ever experienced.

I held the enchanted penis inside me as my quivering legs slowly relaxed. I did not want to take it out. It felt so good, so right. After a few moments, the organ began to slowly diminish in size. It was partially engorged when I slipped it out gently, and shuddered at the sensation. I gently brushed the tip of his penis up and down along my labia, our juices running down the inside of my thighs and pooling beneath my buttocks. I allowed the head of the warm, wet organ to caress my anus, and dreamed of the possibilities and the next encounter with my lover.

As I put the dildo back in the box, smiling contentedly, I thought that this truly was a gift we both shared, even though Kenny was thousands of miles away.

Who said there was no such thing as Christmas magic? That’s what love is, a bit of magic and a bit of imagination. We had managed to bridge the distance between us and find a way to be together

this holiday despite everything that was keeping us apart.

I imagined my lover pleasuring himself as I had been, thinking about me as he made love to an artificial pussy in my exact likeness.

As I placed the lid on the box, I felt the tiny lettering engraved in the wood on the bottom and I turned it over to examine it more closely. It read:

Shanna,

Until we meet again, my love. Merry Christmas, Shima!

XOXX,

Kenny

I had to find a special hiding place for this. I did not want Courtney to find it and have to explain it to her. I could picture her wide-eyed in shock, her mouth hinged open as she stared at it, proclaiming it, “the gift that keeps giving.”

If she only knew.