Witches On Top

Witches On Top
By Beloved

AN: I just wanted to clear up any misunderstandings regarding the characters... all are witches from the Harry Potter series, albeit some are obscurely mentioned such as Eleanor Branstone below. Only Trista from the Foyer is semi-OC. I imagined that the Slytherin Quidditch player Bletchley was a witch in this series.

Disclaimer: Nearly all the people below belong to JK Rowling. The concept of my work is based upon Nancy Friday\'s novels (My Secret Garden, Women On Top, and Forbidden Flowers). I do not own nor am I making any money off my use/abuse of these characters and concepts.

The Study: Thrill of the Forbidden

Eleanor, Narcissa, Hannah, and Millicent

Eleanor

I’m a fifteen year old witch. I’ve always been painfully shy and rather plain in the looks department, so I’ve never had a boyfriend, or even a guy that was particularly interested in me. But the lack of a boyfriend hasn’t stopped the increasing amount of time I spend fantasizing or touching myself. This year on the train ride to my school, I was in that sleepy and aroused state, what with the gentle rocking of the train. The lights in the hallway kept flickering and going out and I cooked up this fantasy where I was walking down the dim hallway and a male schoolmate was just passing me.

Suddenly, the tracks curved and the boy is thrown up against me and I am pressed up against the wall. He doesn’t move away and I place my open palms on his chest to push him away. No effect. Then I feel one of his hands slide between the skin of my belly and my underwear/skirt, sliding down through my bush and between my legs. I’m so shocked when I feel his warm palm cup my moist heat that all I can do is squirm against his hand and clutch at his robes as his palm grinds against me. I would be glancing furtively down the hallways, ever conscious that someone could stumble upon us.

I never look up at him- even to see who he is- he’s just a hall, dark stranger pleasuring me. I pant as his palm rubs in slow, steady circles, and my clit comes into contact with it. I’m over-sensitized and I start to orgasm, my eyes rolling back into my head. The stranger starts to rub his palm quickly back and forth in jerky movements. I come so hard his palms begin to get wet with my juices and they begin to make squelchy noises. Then his hand stills, but remains there for several moments while the aftershocks rock my body and I’m still nudging my sex into his hand. Finally, he removes his hand and walks away and I imagine him licking my juices off his hand like candy as he goes.

[letter]

Narcissa

I am forty years old and am a pureblood witch from an extremely affluent family. I was married right out of school. My husband and I have similar interests, but we never truly got along. I gave him a heir and he’s free to satisfy himself with one of his mistresses. He’s called me frigid and incapable of pleasuring a man. I don’t know if that’s true, but I’ve been considering acquiring a lover on the side.

When I was young, my sexual fantasies were naive, only limited to my girlish dreams of a husband that accorded my every wish and made the ‘marriage bed’ nice and pleasurable. But now, I draw comfort from fantasies of a man that I once fancied but whom I was quite forbidden from associating with for numerous reasons. Number one, he was a blood traitor. Number two, we were cousins (second cousins, that is).

He was always a naughty child, and no less mischievous as a man, so I imagine him sneaking into the Manor right under my husband’s extensive wards and dragging me over to the dining room table and bending me over its length until my face is inches from my mother-in-law’s fancy Austrian china. He’d drag the hem of my dress robes up over my hips and pull down my undergarments. And then he’d take me and I’d watch the china jump and rattle until I finally came.

[letter]

Hannah

I’m a seventeen year old witch. I come from a very conservative muggle family that never brings up sex. But I know it’s expected that I not behave in a shameful manner (pregnancy out of wedlock). About three years ago, I heard some girls in my dorm whispering and giggling and talking about sex. The subject of masturbating came up and I became curious. So a few nights later, I put a silencing spell around my bed and removed my clothes and began exploring my body.

I came up with this fantasy to help me get in the mood. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a sexual contact was when I’m paying a visit to the doctor (a muggle mediwizard). So I fantasize that I’m on the examination table in one of those horrible hospital gowns that are very revealing in the back. The doctor is handsome, in his late thirties. He starts with the stethoscope (device with cold metal on one end of a long tube that connects to two separate tubes that go in the ears so muggles can pick up the vibrations of heartbeats and listen to patients’ hearts) and unties the back of the gown so he can really hear my heart. He puts the cold round metal on my back and asks me to breathe in and out deeply, then moves it again. To reach my front he has to drag the top of the gown down over my shoulders, which exposes my breasts (which aren’t much) to him. He puts the stethoscope over my left breast and places his other hand on the middle of my back to keep my posture straight and aid my breathing (I love the thought of a man putting his hands on my bare back, it makes me feel somehow vulnerable).

But for some reason, he’s having difficulty hearing my heart from the front so he has me lift my arms in the air (removing my gown from the arms) and he cups my left breast and gently holds it to the left, so the skin’s taut over my ribcage and heart. Puts the stethoscope there and can hear my heartbeat. I’m getting that funny/painful feeling in my body, especially between my legs and I can feel my face turning red. My heart must’ve done something different, because the doctor asks me what the problem was. I tell him that I have an ache between my legs that’s kind of painful.

The doctor seems to understand and tells me to keep my arms up– to interlock my fingers on the back of my head– because it’ll help. While I’m still sitting there he pushes my knees apart and slides his hands between my thighs. I’d jump when his fingers brushed my cunny and squirm as he gently, but insistently titillates my clitoris and labia. I would moan that the pain was getting worse and he’d just hush me and say in a comforting voice that it’d go away soon. And sure enough, I’d feel a sort of explosion of nerves between my legs and I’d rock my body along with his fingers until all the pain went away. I don’t think of penetration because I just haven’t been able to bring myself to... I think it’s just hard for me to imagine it right now.

[interview]

Millicent

I’m a seventeen year old witch, and I’m not one of the pretty ones. I’m tall and rather big boned, but still I’ve grown into myself and am no longer like I was in my second year. I’ll never be skinny but I’m not heavily overweight, thanks to my height. Even though I don’t have the body for it, I’ve always liked those old-fashioned undergarments like corsets, slips, and stockings held up by garters. I suppose where the corset is concerned, there’s this restricted sense of being... you can’t breathe fully and it’s almost like being bound.

I’ve had a crush on one of my housemates, Blaise, for years. In reality, we’re friends and schoolmates, but I like to pretend that we live in the nineteenth century and I’m at some do for a rich pureblood. I’m wearing a corset, stockings, and garters underneath my dress robes. In this fantasy, Blaise has become quite taken in with me and decides to seduce me. I’m walking, bored, through a hallway when an arm reaches out and drags me around a darkened corner. In those times, it wasn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be alone like this with another man, so what happens in the fantasy is extra naughty.

Blaise would hold my face in his hands and kiss me forcefully until I yielded to him. Then he’d drag up the hem of my dress robes while his lips assaulted the sensitive skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. As the hem clears the tops of my stockinged thighs, I’d be all breathing hard and quivering. Even more turned on since the corset was restricting my breathing, making me feel light headed and amplifying my arousal. Of course, true to the time period, I’d be offering token resistance- trying to push him away or pull down my robes. But he’d just keep going.

Finally he’d unbutton his trousers and insert his body between my legs. He’d touch the skin above my stockings and purr in my ear what a naughty witch I was and how much I must want him if I wore something like that under my dress robes. And then he’d plunge himself into my body and cover my mouth with his hand to muffle my moans. As he drives himself into me, making my body slam against the wall over and over again, I’d surrender to the orgasm, no longer caring about propriety or who could discover us at any moment.


[letter]

Next time... The Antechamber: Other women, starring Moaning Myrtle
After that... The basement: BDSM, starring Hermione, Gabrielle, and Bellatrix
Lastly, but not least... The attic: Younger Boys, starring Alicia, Minnie (McGonagall), Poppy, and Avera (Sinistra).

If you can give me some ideas regarding Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and maybe Rita Skeeter...I’ll give you credit for the superb ideas you send me! (Can be any previous room topic or a new one)