The professor's adventure continues with members of the coven.
This story is a continuation of my Halloween tale in which the professor took part in a fertility rite at a local Wiccan coven. I recommend starting there. All characters and situations are complete fiction, a product of my fertile imagination. Any similarity to actual people and situations is purely a coincidence. Any errors in the portrayal of Wiccan culture are mine and I apologize for any misrepresentation. All constructive criticism is welcome.
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Story recap:
The professor was teaching a course in comparative world religions for his college. One of his students, Amy, invited him to participate in her coven's celebration of the Great Rite which took place on the Wiccan feast of Samhain, also known as Halloween. In the days immediately preceding the holiday, the professor was visited by seven different witches from the coven who prepared him for the Rite with oral sex. When he arrived at Coven House for the Rite he was strapped down and had sex with seven of the members who were drawn, in theory, at random. He later learned that there were some interesting internal coven politics going on.
The professor was asked to respect the privacy of coven members and not attempt to meet any of them. This did not apply to Amy who was already his student. While he did not seek out members, two members sought him out: Bridget and Victoria. In the days after the Great Rite, the professor interacted with all three. Amy, his student, explained some of the coven's practices after their Wednesday evening class. Bridget came to visit the professor in his office and was taken on as a volunteer "research assistant." The professor had dinner with Victoria twice and had sex with her Friday evening and Saturday morning.
On Saturday, Bridget taught the professor how to make a spell, then he helped her research sexual magic. He induced an extended orgasm and Bridget reported that she had an out-of-body experience. She attempted to cast a sexual spell on him, but they aren't sure if it worked.
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I emerged from sleep surrounded by darkness. A warm, female body was snuggled up against me, tucked up in my arm pit, a head resting on my shoulder. I remembered having some amazing sex with Bridget. I could feel her breath on my chest and her breasts against my side. A leg was draped over my crotch, her pubes on my hip.
I gently stroked her hair and she groaned, "We've been sleeping my beautiful friend."
She groaned, "This is nice. Can I be your permanent research assistant?"
"I think that could be arranged. Are you hungry?"
"Now that you mention it."
I turned on the table lamp. Bridget sat up and stretched, the light bathed her lovely breasts in a warm glow.
I put on my robe, "I have one for you if you'd like."
"Sure."
Bridget stood, providing me with a full view of her body. I savored her red pubic hair and shapely hips. I held the robe and she slipped her arms in.
She turned around and put her arms around my neck, "Would you be opposed to me staying with you overnight?"
"A beautiful redhaired witch wants to sleep in my bed with me? Gee, that's a difficult choice."
"If I'm not mistaken, Daylight Saving Time ends tonight. We'll have an extra hour together."
"That's right. Even better."
"Would you mind if I made dinner? I have something in mind. Well, before I promise anything, I guess I need to see what you have available."
I laughed, "I'm sure your cooking is much better than mine."
"Well, you do have a kitchen witch now to help you out."
"And a redhaired witch to ensure I do things properly."
She smiled, took my hand, and we walked downstairs. Bridget was soon moving about my kitchen. She cast off her robe and my eyes were able to take in her lovely, naked body. Before me was a stunningly beautiful woman; her freckles and button nose were adorable. I suppose statuesque would be an appropriate description. Her full breasts had the perfect combination of perkiness and sag, pink nipples on pink areolae. A wild, red bush was framed by her flared hips. I assumed Bridget exercised from the defined muscles in her arms and legs. Freckles dotted her fair shoulders and chest.
Digging through my refrigerator she found a small roast, "I'm going to change course. Do you mind if I use part of this?"
"Not at all. Use all of it if you want."
Bridget seemed to conjure our meal out of nothing. She found some frozen vegetables that I had forgotten about. She sliced the roast into thin pieces and put it all in the oven along with some biscuits she made from scratch.
"Professor, would you mind helping with the sauce?"
"I'd love to."
She had what looked like some kind of cheese sauce in a pan, "We need to put sigils into it."
"Victoria told me about these. Magic symbols?"
"That's right."
I smiled at the memory, "Victoria put a 'V' and a 'R' plus a symbol for lust."
"We'll do something similar, but I was thinking of the symbol for love." Bridget turned around and put her arms around my neck, "I'm falling in love with you." She gently pressed her lips to mine, "Would you be okay with that?"
"I would have to check with the hiring ethical code, but as long as you are a volunteer, I think I'm allowed to fall in love with you as well."
Bridget kissed me again, "This makes me very happy. If I could be your research assistant for the rest of my life, it would be more than a fairy tale. It would be a dream come true."
"You must forgive an old man. Why on earth would you fall in love with someone like me?"
She pressed her body against mine, "I have many excellent reasons and I don't think you are old. First, you are kind, generous, and nonjudgmental. You are caring, intelligent, and chivalrous. You are an amazing lover and are confident in your abilities both in and out of bed. You are patient with me and my sisters and are accepting of our religious beliefs. Finally, you are incredibly handsome and ooze sexiness."
Holy shit! Am I really all of that? No way!
My jaw was open and she closed my mouth with her finger and kissed me.
She eased off and led me to the stove, "You look like you don't believe me. Please believe me. You're all that and more. Now, where were we? We're going to inscribe sigils into the sauce. I think this would have the most power if we were both naked."
I tossed my robe onto a chair.
Bridget started stirring, "You will want to come behind me and put your hands on mine."
I pressed myself to her back and cupped her breasts instead, "How's this?"
"I like that, but you need to put your hands on mine so that our combined power goes into the sigils."
My penis was growing stiffer and I placed it on her butt crack.
Bridget groaned, "Very nice." She pressed back on my erection, "As we stir the sauce, we'll make our sigils. Sort of like carving our initials in a tree."
"So, 'B' and 'R' with a heart around it?"
"Kind of. Those childish carvings were a form of sigil. Let's do this several times."
I kissed her neck, "As your hands guide me, I'm going to enjoy you." I saw goosebumps on her shoulders.
Bridget groaned again, "When we're done with the sigils, you'll find that you've made my nipples hard."
I gently sucked on her neck, "Mmmm."
When she felt we were done with the sigils, Bridget turned around and put her arms around my neck again, pulling me in for a kiss, "I had an idea, Professor."
I slid my hands onto her bare ass cheeks, "You can call me Rich if you would like."
"I prefer the formality. It suits my Wiccan sensibility."
"Okay."
"When we have eaten our dinner, I would like to see if my sexual magic has had an effect on you."
