The Devil?s Stone

Imagine a cube about four feet by four feet by three. It’s not a perfect cube since the edges and corners are fractured and uneven. On the top left there are four deep V-shaped scratches and a sharply pointed hole. Legend has it that the Devil made these marks with his left hand. 

Top right there is a shallow depression made, we are told, by the Devil’s right elbow. A little way along from the scratches on the left is a kind of undulating trough. Your left knee and shin fit into it nicely, while on the other side, almost at the apex of the right corner is a dent into which your right knee fits. Of course, this means your legs are spread widely. 

This is also called the ‘Initiation Stone” where young witches were said to make their pact with the devil. They perform the osculum inflame (kissing the devil’s arse) before he grants powers to the young witch by fucking her. His semen, ice-cold, carries his gifts to the witch. Each witch may ask for a particular dark gift. Some, so it is said, asked for the power to curse man and beast, others to enchant men, some requested power to bewitch animals and have them do their bidding. Whether each with got their request depended on how pleased the devil was with them when he fucked them. 

I must have walked past this lump of  rock a hundred times, and everyone around here knows of it and the legend. There are variations of course. Some say warlocks are initiated here too. Obviously anal sex is the only way for them. Either way, sex surrounds this stone. Interestingly, despite the climate here, no moss or litchen has ever grown on this thing, and around it, there’s a foot or so of bare earth. Not even grass will touch it. Witchcraft, maybe - or someone sprays a weed killer around now and then. 

I was 17. I must have been bored, or maybe I’d been reading too many Arthurian legends about Morgana La Fey. I left my parents home one night clad only in a white cotton dress. Nothing else. When I got to the stone, I shed my dress and assumed the position by crawling on top of it and placing my hands and feet in the required positions. This left my vagina exposed as my legs were stretched apart.

17. Naked at night away from home in a place rammed with mysticism and the occult. I think many girls go through an occult, incense-burning phase. I certainly did. Candles (not solely for used for providing light) littered my bedroom, and joss sticks wafted their scent around the place. Silk scarves of deep purple and red covered light fittings.

My mind, the wonderful Miss Brain filled in the gaps. I began to feel, I imagined, pressure against my vulva. Was the devil behind me? Was he about to push his icy cock into my virgin hole? 

Although my right hand was sticking uselessly up in the air, I quickly discovered that I could reach my clit with it. So I did. If the Devil wasn’t going to fuck me, I’d do it myself. (Part of me wondered if this foray into Satanism was as a result of my Catholic education. A little rebellion, perhaps?) 

At that time, I’d discovered the thrill of outdoor masturbation, but I’d never done anything like this. Following a ‘ritual’. The legend said that as the witch orgasmed, she could ask for a power to be granted her that was specifically hers, over and above the generic power of witchcraft. My orgasm built quickly as I knew it would. As I came I blurted out - shouted out….”Sex! Make me sexual! Give me the power!” 

The ritual ended, allegedly, by the witch peeing on the stone. I loved outdoor peeing as much then as I do now, so I was ready to comply.

Alone, in the dark, sounds of the night all around me, and Miss Brain, as vivid as ever, played the game to perfection. 

Today, the Devil’s Stone is also used as a location for that evening hobby knows as ‘dogging’.