Georgy-Porgy gets his wish, and more.

by jane700bond. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

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It
had started not long after the Double Necromancy lesson began. Only
Slither-In alumni tended to take Necromancy, because of its dark
reputation. It involves communing with dead spirits and summoning demons
and the like. Unlike the Divinity classroom, which had tables and
benches with enough room, as Ariella had discovered, for under the table
Kama Sutra practice, the Necromancy classroom had modern writing tablet
chairs. They were set in a curve in front of the teacher’s desk.

It
is said that the reason the Necromancy classroom was gifted with modern
furniture was that a couple of years back, the appearance of a
particularly fiery demon had incinerated the old furniture in the room.

Dr. Snake,
former House Master of Slither-In, was the teacher and Lucille, who had
already learnt much more advanced Necromancy from her evil genius
father than Snake would ever teach, found her mind wandering back to her
competition with Ariella, as to who would become ‘Sex Goddess of
Briarwood College’.

Lucille
had been introduced to Defence Against Dark Arts, Snake (or DADA as he
was affectionately known by his favourite students) when she had first
arrived the previous day. However, there were so many new things to look
at and take in that she had not taken much notice of this tall,
languid, saturnine figure. Now, Lucille, already bored by the lesson,
began to look at Snake properly and started to size him up. She knew she
would need him on her side if she were to win the competition, but she
was sure she had the necessary wiles and ways that would easily bind the
teacher to her cause.

There
were only four pupils in the glass, two other gals and a guy and they
sat with rapt attention as Snake stood and talked animatedly about
demons and succubus and their dangers. Lucille sat to the left of the
semi-circle.

From
the way his dark eyes seemed continually drawn to her, clocking the
small amount of skin exposed just above her pert breasts and then
looking away again, Lucille thought he was just the right sort of
pervert who willingly, or unwillingly, could soon become another one of
her slaves. All it needed was temptation to be strewn in his way.
Therefore, deciding to be decidedly wicked, Lucille silently formed a
glamour in her mind and, as she started to radiate her magical sex
appeal, she slid her ass forward a little in her chair so as to extend
the amount of leg she was showing. It was just by an inch or so, but the
movement caught the teacher’s eye and he appeared to be contemplating
the dark depths under her kilt beyond the honey-toned skin of her knees
and partially exposed thighs. “Naughty!” she thought.

After
a few minutes, Lucille lazily lifted a hand to the top button of her
blouse and, making sure Snake was watching, deliberately undid the top
button and pushed her taut bosom forward towards him, stretching the
cotton of her blouse and exposing the dark crevice of her cleavage and
the white of her bra. Snake, looked away and tried to concentrate on his
other three students, but they were not any competition to Lucille’s
sun-goddess beauty and the force of the glamour.

The
glamour was a spell her father had taught her some years ago and was a
way of becoming irresistible to her target. She had used it a lot since
her father’s arrest. The strength of her glamour was one of the main
reasons she had managed to escape the clutches of the
Gendarmerie Magique and seduce her way across the English Channel.

Inevitably
after a few moments cum-to-me DADA’s eyes were drawn back as Lucille
lifted a leg and crossed it over the other exposing an extensive amount
of the smooth tanned skin of her thigh and a hint of the curve of her
ass. Snake rallied with a question to one of the other two gals in the
class, but they were no competition to the glamour Lucille was exuding
into the classroom ever more strongly.

Snake
faltered in his speech and shuddered as Lucille winked sexily at him
while she pulled her kilt still further up her thigh, uncrossed her legs
and leaning further back pushed her nearly exposed pubis towards him.
The other students could not help but notice and they too stared
open-mouthed at the dame as she undid another button on her blouse and
blew Snake a kiss. Lucille looked around the class at her fellow pupils
to see if she had any natural allies among them. There were three,
Henry, a tall big hulking guy with a scarred face and crooked nose who
looked as though he had fought in more than just magic battles, most
likely a Quidditch player she thought. With a little frisson of
excitement, Lucille imagined that under his clothes Henry was probably
both well-endowed and muscular.

There
were also two dark-haired coeds, Priti and Sabrina, both slim and young
looking. Priti was the smaller, very underdeveloped with little showing
in terms of breasts. Sabrina, was a little taller and probably a 32 b.
They, in the same way the hulk was not the most handsome of guys, were
also not the prettiest gals. They both sported a mono-brow over deep set
dark brown eyes and had thin unsmiling lips. But Lucille reckoned that
all three of them had the potential to make obedient disciples. She
could tempt the dames with some magic beautification, it was amazing
what you could do with a wand. Cosmetic surgery was in its infancy
compared to her powers.

“Miss l'Astique,”
rallied Snake “are you too warm?” It appeared he could no longer resist
and came closer to her, dark eyes peering at the exposed cleavage and
the still hidden mystery covered with the white mounds of her bra.

Not
really wanting the teacher to make a pass at her as she sat in the
classroom, she lifted her wand surreptitiously under her writing tablet
and, when Snake was looking as though he might lunge for her, with a
sweeping movement she flung a spell at him. “Tempus non-flugit!” she
incanted quietly and Dr. Snake came to a halt arm half-way through a
movement towards her.

The
others pupils were aghast and the hulk started to rise from his desk.
“What the …” he started and stood up, but Lucille was pointing her wand
at him whilst his own was still in his bag.

“Quiet!”
she commanded. “This class is dead-boring and I thought that I
might liven things up!” She pointed at the hulk and incanted
her favourite disrobing spell “Pantus expeliamus!” At which Henry’s
large kilt flew way leaving him exposed as even more as
well-endowed than Lucille had imagined. The guy flushed and tried to
hide his exposed genitals with his large hands.

Lucille, could
not resist the follow-up spell “Gorgeous giganticus.” She intoned and
the Henry’s manhood shot its way from behind his hands and stood a good
sixteen inches out in-front of him, as straight as a dagger, and as
thick as a cucumber.

The two gals giggled and Lucille knew she had them on-side.

“Oi!” protested the guy, “Fuck you bitch, what you playing at!”

Lucille, pushed
her tongue out from between her lips and said huskily with the full hit
of her Gallic suave, “You said it! We are playing ‘fuck you bitch’! You
want to fuck all three of us? What about it, ladies?” That silenced
Henry who straightened and moved his hands away to let his manhood
standout with pride.

“Fuck all three of you?” Henry asked not believing his luck.

Lucille
started to undo her kilt fastener and then exposed her baby-smooth
pubis to the guy, who stood still and rampant and breathing rather hard.
She then undid her blouse and removed her bra to expose her perfect
pert breasts.

“Wow!”
said the hulk as Lucille approached and took his massive manhood in
both hands, giving it long strokes up and down the length.

The
other two dames stood astonished for the moment and then moved closer
to watch, standing on either side of Lucille, fascinated by Henry’s
enormous dong, all four of them ignoring the frozen statue-lie Snake
standing tall behind them.

Priti, very short and petite spoke first: “How do you fit something so big inside you?” She wondered.

Lucille
smiled and replied: “It’s amazing what you can do if you’re well-lubed
and really desperate for a fuck. The female of the species is amazing
when she wants sex.”

Priti
looked disbelieving at the rock-hard monster and swallowed. She loved
being fucked, but the thought of this whopper made her eyes water.

“Want
to feel it?” asked Lucille and the petite dame nodded eagerly, moved
forward and experimented with moving her hand up and down the hulking
shaft as Henry moaned in pleasure. The skin was soft and pliable and
Priti started to play with the head, gradually pushing back the foreskin
to reveal its glistening crown. Priti w