Witches On Top

Witches on Top
By Beloved of Salazar

Note to Reader: Some of these were compiled over a period of several years, so some of the ages are off. However, generally these were compiled during Harry Potter’s seventh year. All names are charmed so only Muggles such as you can see them, and all wizards-especially those mentioned down below, cannot identify themselves.

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 Foyer: Exhibitionism
(Trista, Penelope, Mandy, and Lavender)

Trista

I’m twenty-two, married two years, and a former Slytherin. I was also the only female on the Slytherin Quidditch team. That in itself brought on a lot of teasing by my teammates and housemates. There were inquiries into my manner and sexual preferences. For the longest time, I was pissed. I’m not ugly- far from it. My mum is Lucius Malfoy’s older sister, so I inherited the famous white blonde hair, grey eyes, and slender form. I have enough curves to be identified as female, so it was downright infuriating to always be treated like ‘one of the guys’. Yes, I know women are always championing for equality and all that, but I would’ve given it all up just to have one guy on the team rake his eyes over my body...

Me and my husband have a great sex life. We’re both more than happy to indulge in each other’s sexual fantasies. Recently, I confessed to him one of my most frequent fantasies from our Hogwarts years and he got so hot and bothered that we’ve added it to our repertoire. It goes something like this:

I’m in the Slytherin locker room showers, letting the hot water wash the dirt and sweat off my body. I suddenly have the sense I’m being watched. I open my eyes and there is the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood (I admit he was a fancy of mine) standing there, watching me. Why he was in the Slytherin locker room in the first place was never a concern of mine. Being caught in such a vulnerable state is so erotic, my nipples constrict and I feel a surge of wetness between my thighs.

Then Oliver corners me- away from the spray of the showers, of course- and pushes me up against the cold tile wall, his warm and hard body pressed up against mine. I feel his hot breath on my lips, then he’s kissing me. While we’re making out, his hands slide down my back to cup and lift my ass. Because it’s the only male attention I’ve had in months, I’m clinging to him and trying to get past his clothing barriers. He’s grinding his hard pelvis into mine and cupping my breast, flicking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger when the guys from the Slytherin tealk walk in.

Their faces contort into surprise, then rage when they see Oliver Wood there. I feel fear and anticipation as they stalk over to us and yank Oliver’s body away from mine. The captain, Marcus, orders the younger guys to take Oliver elsewhere and “teach him not to come into the Slytherin Locker room again”. I’m getting rid of Warrington, Derrick, and Bole because I was never fond of those hulking apes. But I kept Marcus, the chaser Adrian Pucey, and the seeker, Terrence Higgs. They turn from Wood’s departing figure to look at me. I feel their eyes roving over my aroused flesh. Marcus and Adrian are leering (“What do you know, she’s a natural blonde”) but Terrence is looking at me with this intense contemplation. It is Higgs who walks up to me, his Quidditch robes lightly brushing my right side- my right nipple. The torture is exquisite. My eyes are heavy-lidded because I’m too far gone to care one way or another. I feel his breath on my cheek and ear. His voice is an octave lower than usual. “Trista, did you allow Wood to put his hands on you?” I wouldn’t answer. Suddenly, Terrence slides two very long and tapered fingers up my cunt.

I am gasping at this sudden intrusion, grabbing ahold of the fronts of his green Quidditch uniform. “Answer me, Trista. Did you-” “Yes!” I shout, my hips bucking against his hand. “Were you enjoying it, Trista? Were you moaning like a whore for Wood?” “Y-yes” I manage to get out. The pleasure from his fingers mounting, becoming unbearable. “I think, Trista, that we need to teach you a lesson about fraternizing with the enemy.” He looks over at Marcus and Adrian who nod their approval. My lips are convulsing together at the thought of what is to come. Terrence feels this and turns back to me. “Like that idea, did you?” Then he removes his fingers and I moan, bereft.

He grabs my wrists in a vise grip and yanks me over to a bench and makes me lay on my back, my hips at one end, forcing my legs to hang open and down. The three remove their clothes. Terrence, Adrian, and Marcus share a look that makes slivers of desire pool between my legs. They are all erect. Terrence kneels between my spread legs . Marcus and Adrian stand on either side of me, simply watching. This seems to turn me on even more. They will see every expression, hear every moan of rapture- I am vulnerable. Terrence is running his hands up my inner thighs, lightly caressing the skin, then he’s touching the skin on my hips and belly, finally flicking my nipples. I’m moaning breathlessly, the fire being stroked in my belly.

Sometimes at this point, I’ll have Bole and Derrick drag an obviously beaten Oliver Wood back into the room and force him to watch, too. Terrence will suddenly grip my hips and drive himself into me. While he pounds into me, Marcus and Adrian jerk off. It never takes me long to cum with this fantasy. In case you were wondering, yes, I had a mad crush on Terrence Higgs. In fact, I ended up marrying him!

[Letter]

Penelope

I graduated from Hogwarts a couple years ago (Ravenclaw). I had a very strict upbringing, so I never masturbated until I was sixteen. I suppose that’s what attracted me to my boyfriend, Percy. He was a Gryffindor in my year- very brainy, but not big on displays of emotion. He is practically married to his work. Sometimes, I’d lie awake at night, infused with hormones, and fantasize. I would imagine that him and some other intellectual guys were experimenting on me, sexually.

I usually imagine being in a sterile room, strapped onto a steel table, like those muggle gynecological ones. They would have me strapped down “to ensure that my reactions would not affect the results.” This experiment, Percy tells me, is to observe the female sexual response to a number of things.

Nude and bound under their gazes is such a potent aphrodisiac for me. They start the experiment by ‘preparing’ me. Percy is standing between my legs and he inserts two fingers into my cunt. He slowly moves them in and out, all the while commenting to the other guys (with parchment and a quill) that I’m ‘secreting lubricant’ and that my vaginal muscles ‘are in strong form’. He pulls them out and I moan miserably.

He then pulls out the first appliance: what looks to be a muggle turkey baster, but different. It is filled with a purple colored slimy substance. He inserts the baster into my vagina and starts depressing the slime into my stretching cunt. At first it’s cold and uncomfortable to be stretched like this, but then the slime begins to heat up and I realize that it’s magical. The slime is causing my walls to contract around it, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. Percy and his assistants are intently examining me between my legs, and Percy thrusts the baster in and out of me several times before removing it and setting it aside. A bit of the slime hangs outside my vaginal lips and attaches itself to my clit. It begins contracting around the little nub, driving me into quivering fits.

The men watch me dispassionately as I contract myself into an intense orgasm under their gazes. When I’m coming down, my vagina still giving little gasps, they decide to remove the hardened substance. Percy and one of his assistants crowd between my legs and wrench my vaginal lips open in order to slide several fingers around the hardened substance. They are not paying attention to my whimpers and cries, which only serves to turn me on even more. Percy tells the other assistant to pinch my nipples so that “my vaginal muscles would contract and allow them to slide the substance out.” The pleasure/pain that this affords me does indeed cause my vaginal muscles to contract rather violently, and they manage to slide tow-pow-phallic substance out.

I often follow this fantasy with Percy undoing his trousers and using his own cock as a gauge of how tightly I can squeeze my vaginal muscles. In reality, Percy has no idea I fantasize about this.

[Letter]


Mandy

I’m a seventh-year Ravenclaw, and let me just say I’m so glad you’re doing a book on witches’ fantasies. I just had to write mine down for you, even though I’m supposed to be studying for the N.E.W.T.S. As a little girl, the only children near my age that lived in the neighborhood were boys, so it was inevitable that their curiosity about girls would one day be turned to me.

It started out rather innocently: my skirt bunching up around my waist and exposing my panties while playing with them, for example. Even then, I got a thrill when I caught them staring at my exposed panties. One day, they convinced me to take off all my clothes so they could see ‘what girls looked like’.

The boys (four of them) each put their hands on my naked little body, rubbing my still flat chest, my straight hips, and my hairless cunt. I remember shuddering violently from the pleasure; lying there with my legs spread and the four boys crowded between, looking at me. The wonderful tingly feeling I got that day, I searched for in the next few nights. That was when I started masturbating.

I’ve been a bit of an exhibitionist, even in my first year of Hogwarts. I would ‘accidentally’ forget to button my shirt the whole way or forego my bra. In my constant state of arousal, anyone who looked would be aware of it. I would keep my legs straight as I bent over to pick up something or tie my shoes, affording any nearby males a glimpse of my panties- plain white or black lace.

Age matters none- even today, I get wet when I do this around first or second years. I imagine I’m giving them some of their first fantasy material for masturbating. As for my own fantasies, I would imagine myself being ‘caught’ in revealing positions, usually by some of my male Ravenclaw housemates. For example, I imagine I’m touching myself on a couch in the empty common room, late at night, instead of here in my bed. I imagine that someone like Terry Boot or Roger Davies (when he was still a student) would walk in and see me. Just thinking of their surprised and pleased eyes upon my body sends me over. I also imagine being walked in on when showering. It never goes further than being watched.

I also imagine being caught touching myself by Stewart Ackerly, a Ravenclaw three years younger than me. He’s one of those sweet, baby-faced boys that you can tell is turning into a looker. In any case, I imagine (without my fantasy-self being aware he’s there) that Stewart/or Terry/Roger is so overcome with desire when he sees me moaning, my skirt around my waist, that he unzips his trousers and starts jerking himself off.

I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends, and I’ve fooled around with all of them. My very first date in my third year, with a fifth year Hufflepuff, I let feel me up. I’ve never felt guilty about exhibiting myself or fooling around with boys I’d only just started dating. I received just as much pleasure from these encounters, maybe more. I look forward to reading your book once it’s published!

[letter]

Lavender

My favorite fantasy involves the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match. The particulars vary according to my mood at the time. I am lying nude on the ground of the Quidditch pitch, with the game in full swing above me. The crowd is yelling and cheering- not just for the teams, but also for either Dean Thomas or Seamus Finnegan, whose heavy weights are on top of me, pumping in and out of me. Lee Jordan is commenting on both the game and our ‘progress’. If Dean/Seamus bring me to orgasm before Harry Potter catches the snitch, Gryffindor loses a hundred points. And so, while that wonderful cock thrusts in and out of me and the cool breeze teases my nipples, the pro-Gryffindor crowd cheers us on.

Sometimes, if I want to come hard and fast with this fantasy, I’ll change it around so that it’s Harry Potter on top of me and his goal is to make me come before Draco can catch the snitch. Because he loves the game and wants to humiliate Malfoy as much as he can, Harry is pounding into me roughly, trying to make me climax as quickly as possible.

Then, in the first fantasy, when Harry and Draco go into a dive for the snitch, our own movements become more frenzied. The angle of the thrusts change, making sure to slide against my clit. I hear Lee Jordan yell, “He’s done it! Harry Potter’s caught the snitch!” Everything tenses, then explodes and I feel the warm semen pump into me as my own walls pound out their release. Everyone is cheering and I come and come and come.

For the record, I\'m a seventh-year Gryffindor. I\'ve been dating Dean Thomas for about two years and I lost my virginity to him before our sixth year was completed. He doesn\'t know about my fantasy- I don\'t want to freak him out by making him think I fancy two of his best mates.

[interview]



Coming next: Room 2, “Don’t Just Stand There, Force Me!” featuring Lily, Ginevra, Katie, and Nymphadora.