In the afternoon. The mortuary.

I don't believe it! The redheaded witch thinks to herself. A virgin at her age! The girl had her dark baptism well over two years ago, by that time Zelda had experienced everything possible and there was a lot possible when you were a young attractive witch and surely her niece is that, she is a Spellman after all. No this will not do, not at all.

Zelda knew the girl had had two suitors at least and yet, she heard it from Sabrina's own lips, no sex had occurred. Harvey Kinkle and Nicolas Scratch both handsome virile young men and yet her niece had not desired to be carnal with either of them. This gave the mature witch pause maybe her niece has had enough of the male sex, she herself most certainly had after everything they had been through. Interesting. Maybe she should guide her niece like she guides the Order of Hecate, wasn't this the perfect time to lead her niece down the sapphic path?

Later that night. Mary Wardwell's cottage.

'Harder!' Zelda exclaims and Mary obliges, fisting the redheads hair more tightly while slamming into her from behind, the smacking sound it makes music to her ears.

Zelda Spellman certainly looks good from this angle Mary thinks to herself. The first time Zelda got on her hands and knees on the bed and told Mary to fuck her from behind, hard, she'd been taken aback slightly. Their carnal sessions were always rather wild because neither woman wanted to give up their dominance but as the months went by Zelda seemed to slowly let her walls down and she let Mary lead her a bit more. By now this was one of their favourite positions both women moving into place quite naturally.

'Oh Hecate Mary! Yes! Right there, right there, oh oh ohhh' Zelda moaned out as she reached her peak.

Mary slowed her movements and focussed on the sounds Zelda was making, she sounded so delicious all out of breath and satisfied.

When Mary carefully slides out of Zelda she loosen up the straps and the contraption disappears from sight. Zelda falls down on her front and Mary's eyes are drawn to the redhead creamy white buttocks, there are quite a few red marks on them but she hasn't drawn blood. She slaps a flat hand across the cheeks and they give a pleasant wobble. Zelda turns over immediately and raises her eyebrows at the school teacher, who has the decency to grin apologetically.

'Mary…' Zelda starts as she light a half cigaret.

'Hmmm.' Mary responds dreamily, she's having a well deserved rest, lying against the redhead sitting propped up in bed, one leg draped over her white thighs.

'Mary, I am worried about Sabrina.' Zelda continues.

'When are you not?'

'Oh ha ha, I am serious Mary.' She slaps her free hand down on Mary's leg.

'It would appear that my rebellious niece is still a virgin.'

This does catch the brunette's attention. She sits up to look Zelda in the face, surely she must be joking.

'Are you sure, how do you even know that?'

'Yes, I am sure, I overheard her on the telephone speaking to that mortal girl.'

'Well, I am surprised.'

'To say the least!' 'I can't have my niece be a virgin at eighteen, she is a Spellman for Satan's sake!'

Mary muses on Zelda's slip of the phrase Satan's sake, she must truly be upset by this. Mary thinks there are ways she could help but quickly pushes those thoughts from her mind. Zelda was a liberated witch but her lover fucking her niece that might be taking things too far.

Something of Mary's thoughts must've shown on her face because Zelda is now looking at her eagerly.

'You know Miss Wardwell, I was thinking maybe the problem isn't my niece but the company she kept.' She began slowly, stubbing out her cigaret on the dish to her right.

Mary nodded as if for Zelda to go on with her thought.

'Those two handsome young men…. And yet my niece had no carnal inclinations… I mean young Nicolas is a fine specimen, a most potent warlock.'

'Like I said surprised.' Mary answered.

'Yes, so now that we are the Order of Hecate I think it is only right we focus Sabrina on women, a certain woman in fact.' She said then stared the naked woman down to make her volunteer herself.

'You want me to… to what exactly.'

'Like you don't know what to do Mary Wardwell, hmmm.' Zelda said suggestively.

The next day after school. At Mary Wardwell's cottage.

'I brought you here because I want to show you something.'

The white blond girl sat her bag down and began removing her coat.

'What is it Miss Wardwell?'

'Follow me in here a moment.' And Mary lead the girl into her bedroom.

If Sabrina was surprised or uncomfortable it didn't show, she kept smiling at her teacher like she'd done all day.

'You remember the day I showed up at Baxter High looking quite different than the day before?'

Sabrina looked at her, should she admit she did, because of course she did, or play it a bit cooler.

'Yes.' She said deciding she wanted to know where this was going.

Her teacher and magical mentor smiles a very genuine smile.

'Of course I remember.' The young witch adds with a smile.

'Good. I was so ready to show my real self to the world and seeing that you and your family would undoubtable discover that your boring bookish teacher was in fact a witch very soon I felt the time was right to make the change. It was quite a transformations if I do say so myself.' Here she give her student a little smile.

Before she starts to speak again she reaches behind her. For a moment Sabrina wonders what she's doing but then sees the skintight dress Miss Wardwell is wearing loosen around her shoulders.

'I'll share my secret way of coping with the schoolmarm persona and corresponding outfits with you.' 'If you like.'

'Please.' Is the girls eager answer.

Carefully Mary lets her dress slide down her shoulders, she shimmies a little and Sabrina is completely taken in by the way the woman's rather large breasts shake. And then she can see black lace and a ribcage then a taut stomach.

'Lingerie.'

Sabrina tears her eyes away from her teachers body and looks into those icy blue eyes.

'It is as simple as that.'

Sabrina just nods, she seems a bit breathless so the teacher proceeds to push the dress down her hips and holding it steps out of it.

Her long legs are covered in the thinnest of silk stockings, ending in a black band being held up by her garter belt. Mary lets the girl look her full waiting patiently.

'It's beautiful.' She says after a while eyes finding her teachers once more.

'I am glad you think so because, see here.' She waves her hand towards her bed and Sabrina actually gasps.

That couldn't have been there before, how would I have missed that?

Because there, on Mary's bed, was a whole variety of lingerie laid out in a beautiful display of laces and silks.

Sabrina looks back at her teacher who is now pulling on a shiny black robe, she doesn't tie it shut however. She moves over to the girl who's eyes are wide with excitement.

'For you. Your aunt Zelda told me…'

'Auntie Z?' Sabrina cuts her teacher of upon hearing her aunts name.

'What has my aunt to do with any of this?' She demands of the brunette.

'She just mentioned…. never mind what is was she said, it lead to this.' Mary said her voice growing more stern.

'Oh well, thank you I guess.' Sabrina offered with a small smile.

Mary's face softened when she looked at those big brown eyes and smiled.

'Enjoy.'

'Thank you.' Sabrina said again and then quick as a flash grabbed the soft pink set off the bed and disappeared into Mary's en suite.

Mary was stunned and even more so when Sabrina reappeared in record time now wearing nothing but lace it seemed.

Mary swallowed hard as the girl padded to her, her face turned down looking up at Mary through thick black eyelashes.

'What do you think, Miss Wardwell?' She asked sounding as if she was merely asking her her opinion on a piece of homework. Without waiting for an answer she started a slow spin to show Mary precisely how well the little number fit her, making sure to give her ample time to look at her pert bottom barely covered by a peachy pink lace.

When she was face to face with her teacher again she was embolden by the deep blush on her face and decided to push things a little further. She kept eye contact with the hot teacher while slowly raising up her hands to run them over her bare stomach, her ribs until her fingers reached lace. The bra was low cut and the blonde, knowing she had her teachers eyes on her, proceeded to run her forefinger along the edge of the deep v.

'Very nice.' Mary whispered, eyes glued to the stiff little nipples very clearly on display even in the dim light of her bedroom.

'All dressed up and nowhere to go.' Sabrina pouted after a moment.

'You should go home but I have one last thing for you and I want to make sure you use it, I enchanted it just for you.' Mary said and lifted a box of her bedside cabinet, handing it to the girl.

'What is it?' Sabrina wanted to know.

'Where you want to go.' Mary answered cryptically.

Sabrina wanted to know more but something in Miss Wardwell's body language as she packs up all the beautiful soft colours into a box for her tells her not to ask any more questions just now.

'I expect a full report tomorrow.' Mary said tapping the mystery box with her red nails.

Sabrina agrees and Mary closes the door behind her.

A little while later. At the mortuary.

With great forethought Sabrina magics the two boxes in her arms into her bedroom before she steps into the house because sure enough there is her aunt Hilda chirping away at her.

'Hello love, where have you been, it's late, I have dinner ready for you, come into the kitchen, how was your day?'

Sabrina overwhelmed by the many queries fired her way in rapid succession just smiles and follows her aunt in the direction of those wonderful smells that hit her the moment she passed the threshold into their home. Dinner is great but Sabrina can't wait to get upstair and see what is in the mystery box. But being rude to aunt Hilda never feels nice so she tell her aunt about her day, well her day at school saying she and her friends hung around in the library after school. Hilda smiles and forces her to eat some dessert as well.

'Where is Aunt Z?' It is a perfectly normal question to ask yet Sabrina feels uneasy voicing her want to know because she knows why she does really wants, no, needs to see her aunt. Miss Wardwell all gorgeous and half naked in her bedroom gifting her the most beautifully sinful lingerie mentioning her aunt Zelda has her stomach squirming. In what way she isn't sure yet. The whole affair with Miss Wardwell has her on edge.

'She's in her room I believe, said she wasn't hungry, probably smoking her dinner.' Hilda says with a snort, amused at her own joke.

After quickly spooning her dessert down her throat Sabrina excuses herself under the guise of homework having have to been made.

Zelda hears her nieces footsteps coming up the stairs, they are quite easy to separate from Hilda's patter, and makes her exit.

Sabrina turns the corner into her aunts bedroom corridor and stops at the sight of her Aunt Zelda coming towards her.

'Ah niece, how was your day? Did your aunt Hilda feed you?' Zelda questions her.

'My day was fine and yes, dessert too.'

'Good Good.' She states but makes no motion to move on so Sabrina just looks at her.

She has seen her aunt Zelda in her night attire before but this number is quite different, not somethings she's seen her aunt wear before.

The dark green robe is so sheer it looks light green where there is nothing but skin underneath, and there is a whole lot of skin on display. The silky shiny emerald negligee she wears underneath is thinly strapped and ends well above her knees, the tops of her lace edged black stockings clearly visible. Her aunt sure has divine skin.

When Zelda is sure Sabrina has had a good looks she runs a hand down her middle making her niece look up at her.

'It's nice to make yourself feel good from time to time.' She purrs and with a small wink of her eye she steps past the white blonde girl heading for the grand bathroom.

Finally in her bedroom Sabrina's mind boggles with the amount of lingerie she has seen today, not to mention the beautiful curves of the women wearing them. She stands in front of her full body mirror and begins to take off her clothes, Miss Wardwell had packed up the underwear she had been wearing that day and so slowly pink lace began to reveal itself in her reflection. She stood there admiring her form for a while and how well the colour of this soft delicate lace matched her pale skin. Miss Wardwell had chosen well.

And then the box was in her hands and she opened it with slight trepidation. An item which Miss Wardwell had gifted her, enchanted just for her and wanted a full report on. Curiosity faded into shock when the tissue paper revealed a dark red vibrator. Miss Wardwell had given her a vibrator? But was it? She took it from the box and inspected the heavy shape, the colour reminded her of a certain pair of lips, it was completely smooth but then she felt it, it began to glow warm in her hand and then it felt like the object wanted to move. Instinctively Sabrina moved to her bed and slipped under the covers holding the deep red phallus shaped tool to her chest with both hands, and there it was again, a jerk of movement. Sabrina gave a seconds pause before she moved her hands away and the tool suddenly felt weightless. It began to glide down her chest, over her ribs down her stomach, Sabrina quickly pulled down the lace bottoms and kicked them off her legs.

The vibrator began buzzing nestled between her folds and she let her legs fall open. Soon the tool had found that special spot and began buzzing more avidly and then it seemed to decide Sabrina was wet enough because it slid down and penetrated her in one swift smooth move.

The young witch cried out and threw back the covers from her chest, heat rising fast. The wonderfully warm slick feeling of her pussy being fucked by a vibrator of Miss Wardwell's design had her panting in no time, she should be quiet but she couldn't help herself, never had she felt this way, as if the tool had found a secret place deep inside her that is kept hitting over and over again until she could almost not stand it, her pleasure on the edge of pain and then with one last thrust and the thought of Miss Wardwell is her underwear demanding her to tell her all about this made her fly over the edge, she screamed out.

'Oh yes Miss Wardwell yes!'

She was doing that again for sure, and she did but now she was freshly washed and dried and wearing a dark nighty and nothing else, she'd al ready kind of ruined the beautiful pink bottoms and somehow the matching top was looking a bit worse for wear as well.

She ran her hands down her body lingering on her breasts, palming her nipples through the smooth fabric until they were hard. Her mind wandered to Miss Wardwell and how absolutely convinced she was she would seduce her. Surely she would be successful she mused then her aunt Zelda popped into her mind, auntie Z wearing a similar, but profoundly more decadent, nighty standing there in the hallway as bold as brass. Sabrina thinks back to the words her aunt had spoken after she had happily let her niece rove her eyes al over her body, a prudish witch she was not.

''It's nice to make yourself feel good from time to time.'

Overwhelmed by her aunts sudden sexiness and yet more lingerie for her eyes to feast on and the urgent need to know what the heaven was in that box Sabrina hadn't really thought aunt Z meant anything other by those words then dressing up to make her feel good about herself. But that, Sabrina thought, wasn't what she said.

'It's nice to make yourself feel good.'

Why would a, as far as she knew, single woman, no longer sharing her bedroom with her sister, dress up in that wonderful manner if not for carnal reasons, but she was alone. Maybe Miss Wardwell wasn't the only witch able to fashion such a satisfying device. And suddenly the image in her mind changed and her aunt wasn't alone any more, there was Miss Wardwell, still in garter belt and stockings, sharp heels and red lips pouncing on Zelda, who immediately put her hand on the brunettes pussy. Then Zelda morphed into Sabrina herself and back again, the scandalous images in her mind chasing each other, there she was her head between Miss Wardwell thighs Zelda at the end of the bed looking on appreciatively then the scene flipped and it was Sabrina watching her aunt Zelda lick Miss Wardwell's slick folds. A lot of moaning ensued and soon it was only her own moans she could hear as she was tipped over the edge again by that most wonderful of objects.

The next morning. At the mortuary.

Sabrina times walking into the homely kitchen for breakfast perfectly while her aunt Hilda is there she is still cooking and doesn't notices her niece come into the room focus as she is on making her family a perfect meal to start off their day right.

So it is just aunt Zelda's eyes on the girl who so very carefully picked out her outfit for today.

The skirt she is wearing is white and it is is short. Zelda notices how the fabric dancing around her niece's thighs. Sitting down and scooting her chair as far under the table as possible Sabrina greets her aunt Hilda and the her left she can just see aunt Z disappear behind her newspaper again.

Hilda turns to greet her niece and start telling them exactly what it is she's prepared for them and as she sets it on the table in front of them, three perfectly made up plates, she motions for her sister to put her newspaper down.

They dig in and chew silently until Hilda, looking at her sister with a bright smile, comments on how her sister dear seems rather ravenous this mourn.

Zelda says nothing but slows down, deciding to drink her coffee instead.

If Sabrina isn't mistaken she can see a faint blush appear on her aunts cheeks. Actually she thinks to herself Zelda is looking positively radiant, the slight blush adding to the glow of her cheeks, her eyes seems their brightest green.

'You look positively radiant Zelda, penny dreadful for your thoughts?' Hilda asks toeing a very thin line with her sister now.

'I don't need a reason to look good.' She replies with an air that clearly tells her sister that she always looks good. She puts her glassed back on the end of her nose and disappears behind her newspaper again.

Hilda takes this as sign of defeat but she's had her fun.

When the pink lipped, blue eye shadowed witch leaves Sabrina hopes her aunt will engage with her again. And as if her aunt can feel her stare through the newspaper she puts it down and smiles at the girl reaching for her cigarets, accompanying holder and lighter.

'Shouldn't you be of too, niece?'

'Yes, aunt Zelda.' She answers rather childlike.

But there is nothing childlike in her movements as she gets up from the table and reaches for her schoolbag, making sure that her aunt sees just how short her skirt can get.

Just before Sabrina is out of her aunt sight and sure she had said her last words she hear her deep voice.

'Sabrina?'

'Yes auntie.'

'Be sure to be a good girl for your teacher now.'

The entire walk to school Sabrina can feel herself getting wetter and wetter at the thought of seeing Miss Wardwell and making her report to her.

After school hours. In Miss Wardwell's office.

If her friends notice a certain change in Sabrina's outfit this bright but windy morning they don't say anything nor do they say anything about their friend's frequent visits to Miss Wardwell's office.

Sabrina can hardly suppress the excitement she feels now that school is finally over and she is standing outside her favourite teacher's office. She knock and is invited to enter.

Mary greets her with a smile but stay put, seated behind her desk. The young witch looks at her with questioning eyes, needed the older woman to lead her. Miss Wardwell makes her wait a few moments more, scribbling something on a students paper her hair falling about her sharp face. With a flip of her hair she set the pen down and looks at her pupil.

'Begin.' Is all the red lipped woman says.

All through her school day Sabrina's mind had wondered away from her lessons and her friends chatter to this very moment in time and how she would handle it. She had fantasised about and practiced the things say was going to say and the way she'd move around the woman's space with an air of indifference in her head all day while Baxter High moved around her. But the cool persona of someone so sure of herself and her allure faltered under the gaze of her teacher blue eyed stare.

She could feel liquid heat between her legs, she had been feeling it all day but now that slick heat was seeping into her panties and oh how she wished the woman across from her would make that aching feeling go away.

Miss Wardwell cleared her throat bringing Sabrina back to herself from somewhere deep between sweaty thighs.

'I, um, I undressed in front of the mirror, I still had your underwear on and I thought about how well the colour suited me and how well you had chosen.' Sabrina began.

She had had another look at everything in the black bag Miss Wardwell had given her. There was so much to see, the delicate pieces of precious fabrics with their precise and tiny embroidery were truly beautiful to behold and as she examined them she thought about how much effort her teacher had put in selecting each and every item just for her. Making her way towards the woman's office however she realised it was pretty bold to assume this of her. Maybe her aunt Z had been more involved than Sabrina knew. And being her aunt, Zelda knew her niece's body better than Miss Wardwell did.

'Did you choose them?' She added quietly putting slight emphasis on the word did.

Miss Wardwell couldn't help but find this shy and needy Sabrina before her adorably cute. In her white little skirt, how innocent it made her look, quite the opposite from the Sabrina that came to her in her dream last night. Images of the girl in straps of shiny black leather strategically placed across her body flashed through her mind's eye.

'I did, however you aunt Zelda insisted on weighing in.' Mary stated.

'That explains the selection of black items then.' Sabrina grinned emboldened by the knowledge Miss Warwell had probably imagined what lingerie she might look good in.

Miss Wardwell grinned back at her.

'Very astute.'

'I like all the gift you gave me last night, Miss Wardwell, very much.' Sabrina said stepping that much closer to her teacher's desk.

'Elaborate.' Mary said and placed her chin on her fists giving Sabrina her full attention. Those penetrating blue eyes made Sabrina shift her weight from one foot to the other, her thighs clenching together.

'Well, the way it's colour reminded me of your lips was nice.' Sabrina admitted lowering her eyes to the desk. It was simply too difficult to keep looking into those seemingly endless blue pools.

'I was surprised and delighted when I realised it could move on its own.' 'That is some enchantment Miss Wardwell, I can honestly say I've never felt such pleasure.'

'Details, please.'

When Sabrina let her eyes make contact she saw nothing but calm encouragement.

'I was wearing the pink lace set still and I was in my bed but when it stared to work it's magic I had to throw the covers back I was so hot.' 'It found my….' 'It went right where I needed it most and it felt so good Miss Wardwell.'

Mary smiled an understanding smile at her.

'I could feel it slip inside me, Miss Wardwell, all warm and hard, buzzing, but I was so ready, so wet I felt nothing but divine pleasure when it moved inside me faster and faster and then I could see you and hear you, almost feel you then I came.' Her voice sounded different now.

Mary could see how the shyness evaporate when Sabrina had started to speak again, now she was moving, not much but the slow side to side of her hips was hypnotic not to mention the way she'd put flat palm to her thighs and shifted the white thin fabric over bare hips.

'Well, I am glad to be of help.' Mary said.

Sabrina couldn't be sure whether she meant help as in giving her the wonderful tool or help as in making her come serving as Sabrina's very own pin-up girl. Either way she was pleased with how she was able to somewhat alluring towards then end. Because this was the end of their meeting for today, she could feel it as sure as she felt the sticky wet mess her pussy had become.

Sure enough Miss Wardwell gets to her feet and Sabrina knows she is dismissed. But the woman does extend her arm, she comes up close to her and raises her arms to slowly land her hands on Sabrina's shoulders.

'You know…' Mary begins softly as she runs a hand through white blonde locks. 'Good girls get a kiss for every orgasm.'

Sabrina instantly rises up on the balls of her feet to meet the brunette's devilishly red lips and moans into the kiss.

When Mary pulls back Sabrina kisses her again and then again and then she licks her tongue across the woman's lips in hunger.

A knock on the door.

Then in rapid secession, a wide eyed look, a sad smile with a quickly muttered spell to follow and Sabrina finds herself standing in the mortuary's entrance hall.

Near the witching hour. Zelda's bedroom. Mary's bedroom.

'I saw her run up the stairs when she got back and I saw more of her then I should if she wore that to school.' Zelda voiced trying to sound concerned but Mary wasn't fooled.

'You didn't see her this morning? I thought you lot always had breakfast together….. doesn't Hilda delight in making her family home cooked meals?' Mary smirked at the redhead portrayed in her mirror.

'Yes well..' Zelda trailed of looking away from the smirking red lips.

'It's OK for you to enjoy but not… anyone else.' Mary finished Zelda's sentence for her.

Zelda chose to ignore this and focus on the previously divulged progress her lover had made with her niece.

'So if there hadn't been a knock, Mary?'

'Then yes, all sorts could've happened.' Mary said. Now she was the one to look way from her mirror.

'Could have happened?' 'Why do you say it like that?'

Silence.

'Mary.' Zelda purred.

'I, you know, you turn me on so, when you're like this Zelda Spellman.' Mary whispered close to the mirror. 'You're so pretty in this light, so milky white and flame haired, I lust after you.'

Slightly blushing Zelda shakes her head no nevertheless.

'Nice try Miss Wardwell.' 'Please tell me what has got you avoiding my questions.' The flamed haired beauty urged.

'You…' Mary sighed. 'You really don't see any issue, any issue at all at pimping your own lover out to your eighteen year old niece?'

Green eyes looked surprised then full of understanding and as she answered there was nothing but honesty in them.

'No, I really do not, Mary.'

'She was very adorable in her attempt at seducing me.' Mary admits after a moment.

'I bet she was, methinks our girl has a lot of potential.'

Mary smiled at the ginger woman's use of the term our girl.

'Oh and Mary one last thing before I let you go, I had a sneaking suspicion what your first move might be on my darling niece and therefor might have gone to investigate last night.

'Oh yes.' Mary inquired breezily.

But Zelda's smirk told her she could see the brunette's cheeks heating up, her eagerness apparent in her eyes now.

'Well, I could tell I was right.' She tells her.

'The moans of sheer pleasure told me I was.' 'She uttered a name upon arriving.' Zelda left her sentence dangling.

Mary did not dare to hope but one look at the other woman told her, it had been her name. Warmth spread through her body anew and left her with a satisfied smile. She gazed into her mirror happily and her eyes followed the movement of delicate pale hands tipped in blood red.

Zelda, wearing her own satisfied smile, lets her hands wonder over her body, trailing her them down from her throat leaving faint scratches behind, over her round breasts, pausing to squeeze the hardened peaks, before dropping them out of sight. She wanted to be in bed, close her eyes and let her lusty mind wander wherever it wanted.

Her pale skin did always look so tantalising framed by midnight blue silk Mary thought dreamily before Zelda brought her back.

'Four kisses you said, ah to be young.' And with that final tease Zelda ran her finger over her mirror in a perfect circle and hung up on Mary.

Seconds later. The mortuary after hours.

Zelda hesitated but only for a moment, figuring she had every right to snoop on her niece after all the girl had put the family through, she could very easily be up to no good. The fact that this wasn't really the reason she wanted to peer into the witch's bedroom was a thought she could easily push to the back of her mind.

She turned off the lights in her bedroom with a single movement of her hand and leaned forward to draw a circle on her mirror again this time she whispered her niece's name, Sabrina Spellman.

And there she was, standing near her bed with her back to her aunt's gaze. Zelda's eyes travel from the girls black pumps to the silk stockings covering her legs, being held up by a dainty little gather belt, to the bare skin of her back her sharp shoulder blades casting a shadow on her pale skin to the girl's now magically white looking blond hair.

When the young witch turns the redhead in the mirror gets a shock to the heart and a jolt between her thighs.

Her niece seems to be silently acting out some sexy scenario and from the way she's holding her chin up high, eyes cast down imperiously while pretend smoking from a silver cigarette holder Zelda knows precisely who she is pretending to portray, her.

A tingly feeling spreads through her body only to settle right there, where she is al ready moist. Zelda uncrosses and recrosses her legs, a hand smoothing down her own stocking, her hand hot on her thigh, she squeezes them together tightly.

She sits back however and lights a real cigarette, ready for a show.

Soon the girls dispenses of the silver item and setting it down on her bedside table she slowly slides down her black lace panties. Her bare bottom clear for Zelda to see looks very cute still with its suspenders holding up her stockings. Sabrina climbs on the bed and the black straps stretch over her ass and upper thighs. She even leaves the fuck me pumps on and raises her knees when she puts a her hand under her pillow.

Zelda can see the red object now, how big it looks in her nieces dainty hand. She soon let's go though and the object, as Zelda knew it would, moves towards her niece's pussy gliding over Sabrina's al ready undulating body.

Zelda can barely finish her smoke before she hears the girl reaching her crescendo, she must've been desperate, little tramps that she is. Blindly stubbing out her cigarette the older witch watches as the younger trashes around in her bed, a stream of oh's leaving her lips before she cries yes, yes oh Miss Wardwell, yes make me come!.'

Eager to come once more herself Zelda quickly draws another circle on her mirror and stalks for her bed but before she gets into it she sends a quick message to Mary.

Saturday morning. The mortuary's kitchen.

'You um, er… you look nice this morning, my love.' Hilda says to Sabrina when the latter joins her aunts for breakfast.

'Thank you aunt Hilda, so do you.' Sabrina can practically hear her other aunt smirk behind her paper, a German one today, and is glad her aunt Hilda can't read her sisters mind. That would surely mean triple the amount of trips she'd have to take to the Cain pit.

'Thank you dear.' Hilda says stroking a hand over the girl's head and setting a plate of waffles in front of her.

'More coffee, Zelds?'

'No.'

The rest of their breakfast passes in near silence, all three witches deep in thought. When Hilda Spellman gets ready to leave for work she demand a private word with her sister.

'I don't know what you are talking about sister.' Zelda says with her usual superiority.

'Oh come on love, it is obvious, her hair for one thing.'

'I thought it looked nice.' Zelda responds calmly, in contrast to her blood still tingling, her heart thumping that bit faster.

'You would.' Hilda accuses turning to leave.

'Jealous are we?'

But Hilda just closes the door behind her in her sister's face leaving Zelda to smirk to herself. Her sister was right of course, as she so often is, their niece did appear at breakfast today looking like her twin, a mini Zelda as she had put it. The older sister would never admit that she was thrilled by this turn of events even if her baby sister had no idea of her goings on with Sabrina or Mary.

One look at her niece still remained seated at the kitchen table she decides on a course of action.

'Come upstairs with me, Sabrina.' It is not a question.

Sabrina gets up, passes her waiting aunt to proceed her up the stairs.

'Your bedroom.'

Once in the room Zelda begins speaking to the girl kindly, or at least as kind as is possible for her to be.

'You do look lovely niece.'

Sabrina's face lights up at these words only to fall again at her aunt's nexts.

'However I can not have you looking this way.' She then pads over to the girl's wardrobe and searches for a moment, pulling out a very Sabrina like outfit, a playful yet neat set consisting of a shirt jumper and trousers in muted Fall colours. She lays them over the end of her niece's cast iron bed frame and steps to Sabrina standing closely behind her.

Sabrina can feel her aunt's breathing, her warmth and for a small moment she closes her eyes to wallow in the feeling of closeness to her stern aunt.

Zelda reaching for the zip on the back of Sabrina rather severe midnight blue dress proceeds to glide it down before she slides the dress down the girl's slim shoulders. Very carefully and with gentle hands Zelda helps her young witchling step out of it, a bit wobbly in those heels that just don't suit her quite yet.

She then points at the shoes and Sabrina steps out of them. Running her finger over the young witch's underwear she hums with appreciation.

'Very nice.' She smiles.

She bends and releases the garter belts clips holding up her stocking. One by one Zelda rolls the silk down her niece's legs then releases the belt and pulls it free from her body.

'There.' Her aunt says. 'Won't need these for now, will we.' Her aunt had selected for her to wear trousers after all.

'Now get me a tissue.' Zelda commands her niece her voice less sweet but with that edge of danger it so often has.

Zelda sits down on the large wooded chest at the bottom of Sabrina's bed and motions for the girl to come to her.

With Sabrina standing at her knees Zelda shuffles forward a bit, knees knocking into Sabrina, it makes the girl look down in time to see delicate hands grasp fabric and with one movement her aunt rucks up her skirt to reveal the tops of lacy stockings.

Her aunt's next move has Sabrina's colour rising. Moving her feet apart she pulls Sabrina to her and the young witch steps in-between her aunt thighs.

Zelda takes the tissue and raises it to her lips and wets it with her tongue. Sabrina leans in and lets her aunt rub of her lipstick. Her aunt Zelda's stare is intense while she wipes her nieces lips, that and the fact the wet tissues is her wet makes Sabrina's mouth water, her skin flushed with arousal.

She is not sure what is happening though and therefor just lets it. In the back of her mind she feels she ought to be tougher than this but something about her aunt has her as meek as a little lamb. She also isn't sure whether her aunt is angry with her or not, Sabrina has long learned that aunt Zelda's physical contact, whether it be the hugs and kisses Sabrina received when she was little or the way her aunt had comforted her after the whole Kinkle brothers affair wasn't a completely safe place. Her unbelievably harsh and sometimes very loud words could cut through you just a moment later. And she could stay angry for such a very long time, Sabrina had often suspected that aunt Hilda had told her sister to be nice to Sabrina even if she was still angry, just pretend, it's been weeks, she had overheard her aunt Hilda tell her sister in a rather exhausted tone of voice. And so her aunt had always been affectionate with her niece but Sabrina never completely let her guard down with her the way she did with aunt Hilda.

Zelda is done, she puts the tissue down. She looks into her nieces eyes who just looks back at her, dazed. Zelda lifts her hand up to the girls jaw and runs it forward into the girls perfectly coiffed hair.

'This style is for too neat for a wild bright young thing such as yourself.' And proceeds to run both hands through it to mess it up. Sabrina closes her eyes to her aunts soft touch, her nails softly scraping her scalp which gives her tingles al through out her body.

'You should only ever be yourself, niece.' She says and closes her knees pushing the girl from in between them and getting up.

'Now get dressed, Sabrina.' 'What are you up to today, you are leaving right, I mean you must have plans, no school, no academy?'

Sabrina buttons her trousers before answering.

'Yes, I am going to meet the gang in a bit.' She says. 'They are working on a new song and I have been wanting to hear it.'

A bit too fast and a bit too much detail to be entirely believable. Her plan might work then and with that pleasant though she wishes her niece a good time and exits her bedroom.

Sabrina looks after her thinking that if she wanted to be like either of her aunt, as sweet and helpful aunt Hilda is, she would want to be like her aunt Zelda for sure. She had always admired her though maybe not always agreeing with her but the older she got the more she wanted to be like her sensual and deadly powerful aunt. But maybe a bit nicer, it had taken Sabrina a long time to get over the knowledge that her aunt actually killed her sister from time to time. She remembered the casual way Zelda had spoken about it even though it was clear Sabrina was really upset. An image of her aunt Zelda bent over miss Wardwell's knees being spanked forms in her mind and she smiles to herself, just what the woman deserves.

Some time later. The Mortuary's front porch.

Mary finds the door open and hastily steps inside. There, on the middle staircase that leads to two more staircases each leading up to a different wing of the large house, stands Zelda Spellman in all her Hellish glory.

'Miss Wardwell.'

'Miss Spellman.'

'Oh god Zelda you look good enough to eat.' The longing in her lover's raw voice makes her burn with need.

'Be my guest.' She parts her legs just slightly running her hands down into a v beside her naked pussy leaving them to rest on her upper thighs.

Mary lunges forward, tearing her shiny black coat off to reveal a skin tight strapless tube dress in the deepest of crimsons.

She kneels before her ginger goddess and grabs a leg, her mouth going to her inner thigh at once to place wet kisses along it in heady lust as she swing it over her shoulder.

Her mouth finds the source of her need and latches on, she licks Zelda from entrance to clit and groans into her, the sound vibrating pleasantly into Zelda's body.

'Oh Zelda you are so wet.' The brunette manages to pant before returning to lap and suck at the redheads throbbing clit.

'I need… oh Mar Mar Mary, I need.' Zelda stuttered.

By Mary knew her lover well, in an instance they were on Zelda's bed, Zelda lying back, her legs propped up and open, Mary, now completely naked but for the single sweet red lace garter placed on her left thigh, between them, her head moving in tandem with her ass, hands gripping Zelda's dark and expensive bedsheets.

'Oh Mary yes, that's it Hecate yes Mar yes right there!' Zelda comes hard with a gush of wetness.

Mary wastes no time, panting hard but so turned on she can't stop, she flips the woman beneath her and her shapely pale bottom cries out for her to assault it and now. She lifts her arm and her hand slaps down hard right across the cheeks with some force, she doesn't pull it away but lets it feel the movement for a moment. But then she is reaching down until she can lick the place sweetly, is it sweet however, because the next slap hits that much harder on the wet skin. But then that tongue is on her again and Zelda moans in pleasure, she raises her hips of the bed when Mary starts biting her.

'Mary, again.' The flushed ginger sighs.

'Again Mary, how I like it.' But Mary didn't need those words, she knew, so she sat up on her knees and a second later a strap-on magically appeared, lying across the back of the witches stocking clad legs. Zelda in turn knew how much Mary liked seeing her like this, naked but for her garter belt, stockings and heels. And red lips of course but that was obvious, why the woman would ever wear a different shade was beyond Mary and she had told the redheaded beauty so, almost angrily. Beside which if the redhead did then they would always match and that left Mary with a giddy feeling swirling low in her tummy.

Zelda and Mary silently moved in position, Mary's ears trained on the other witches breathy little whimpers, she was so sexy once fucked and desperate for more. Her hips never stopped moving with need and by now her wetness was dripping down her thighs, Mary could see it clearly from her position behind her. She lifted a hand to the wet slit and gathered up her moistness to smear all over the dick now jutting up from her hips. Mary spread her knees just a little wider and Zelda canted her hips upwards to her and Mary slid inside of her. It was utter bliss, Mary felt Zelda insides clench around her pseudo phallus magic letting her feel everything. Soon she was pumping into the witch sopping wet cunt with wild abandon. She had to hold on to the redheads hips tightly and her sharp long nails were making crescent moons shapes in the delicate pale skin.

Mary loved Zelda's bare back, tiny freckles to be found if you looked carefully, she loved the red baby hairs curling at the nape of her neck from sweat and body heat.

Zelda fell down to her elbows and Mary following the movement plunged even deeper inside the woman's silken slick pussy, she felt that rushing feeling gathering all the pleasure from every single nerve ending she had to come together at place the two witches were connected and then she burst, she burst inside of her lover who was screaming her name in amongst the Hecate fucks.

Mary kept moving inside her lover until those hypnotic hips stopped moving back and forth.

Mary came to lie next to her, her magical dick magically gone, she urged Zelda to roll over to her side and snuggles up behind her. Only when Mary fucked Zelda this good and exactly how she liked it would she allow Mary to be big spoon to her little spoon.

Zelda reasoned Mary wasn't the sole reason for her utter completion just now but wants the woman to remain in a very good mood so she lets it happen. If she is honest with herself it feels kind of nice lying there post carnal with her lovers beautifully toned arms around her, holding onto her for dear life, breasts pressed tightly against her creamy back, their legs a tangles mess. However Mary and she were not an item and this sort of behaviour came dangerously closes to caring, to something more and that involved feelings and heartbreak, something Zelda had no interest in, displease you very much.

So after a few more minutes Zelda broke loose under the guise of sitting up to be able to smoke a cigarette. And smoke she did because she was finding it rather hard to find her voice just now.

In the end Zelda decided not to tell Mary she had accidentally on purpose made Sabrina aware of something happening to stick around for. She wasn't even sure the girl had really stuck around after all. No use in telling Mary something she might never need know.

Saturday afternoon. At Mary Wardwell's cottage.

When Mary comes home to her cozy cottage she find Sabrina soaped up and naked in her bathtub.

'I am so sorry Miss Wardwell, for letting myself in but I desperately needed a bath and my aunt Zelda banished me from the house.' Sabrina says looking up at her teacher with big doe eyes.

'I am almost done.' She continues. 'Just these left.' And she raises the wash cloth to her chests and starts soaping up her little pert breasts. Mary follows the movement of the witch's hands closely for her wash cloth free hand is caressing her the breast, up and over she goes, she milky white soap decorating her skin makes her glisten and Mary really wants to enclose her lips around one of the sweet pink buds. Sabrina moans softly and throws her head back, the young witch's throats is flushed bright pink and look ready to sink your teeth in.

Mary stays still no longer and rushes forward kicking off her heels and dragging the little wooded stool closer to the bath.

'Please, let me.' And Sabrina opens hazy eyes to Miss Wardwell and grins, handing her the cloth.

Mary dips the cloth in the warm water with bot hands and resumes where Sabrina left of, her little breasts feel so soft, like Sabrina Mary uses both hands and soon she want to feel more, she slides one hand up to rest at the nape of the witch's neck the other down her stomach. Sabrina's legs fall open and Mary's finger loosen on the cloth to plunge two fingers in the girl's pussy without warning. The white blonde spasms and groans deeply.

'Oh Miss Wardwell, yes!' She cries when Mary begins pumping in her doubly wet cunt.

She plays with her tits while soapy water sloshes over her stomach and elbows. In no time at all Mary has the girl rearing up, eyes tightly shut and panting. Mary adds another finger, twists her body around slightly, and now when she pumps three fingers into the girl the heel of her hand bumps into her clit and this has her warning her teacher.

'Oh I'm gonna.. I'm going to, Yes, Miss… oh yes right there, harder Miss, harder!' She exclaims her voice bouncing off the bathroom tiles.

Mary moves forward, never stopping her movements and kisses the girl whose tongue is immediately pushed into her mouth, but it is a very sloppy kiss because Sabrina is so close.

'FUCK!' Was what she shouted when she toppled over the edge into complete bliss, her pussy was throbbing madly and she could hardly breath but by Hecate did she feel good, every once of her body felt liquified as though she was one with the water, she could just flow away into oblivion.

Lips on her chest was the first tangible thing Sabrina was aware of.

Mary's eyes found hers and she blinked up at her repeatedly.

'You are a wonder, you truly are.'

Mary felt overcome with pride at her sexual prowess but tries hard not to let her face show it, looking away surreptitiously. Then she feels a wet hand on her cheek and their eyes meet again, the young witch lets her hand glide into the woman's frankly giant mane of hair, eyes following the movement, she is surprised by how soft it is, letting a quiet oh of wonder fall from her lips.

Mary could admit herself a smile at this.

'Miss Wardwell?' Sabrina began questioningly, she waited for the older witch to look at her again.

'Miss Wardwell, do I sound like my aunt Zelda sounds, when you fuck her?'

'I don't know what you mean.' Mary said but knew the lie sounded very feeble.

'uh-huh, sure, it's OK you know, I am pretty sure my aunt wanted to catch you two.'

'Catch us?' She asked.

'Yes My aunt Zelda wanted me out of the house desperately and wasn't dressed for breakfast like she always is, even on Saturdays, she was still in her pj's but her hair and make-up were as flawless as always.' Sabrina stated boldly.

Mary noticed post carnal Sabrina had a certain glint in her eyes, as if she felt powerful. And very much like her aunt Zelda she seem to have no qualms about being naked.

'And seeing the two of of you are intimate enough to discuss my intimates I figured there was a good chance you guys were fucking.'

Mary was observing the young witch in her tub and felt it had been a very sneaky thing for Zelda to do, sending her a message reading; I need you to put your face in my pussy, tomorrow morning, dress like the utter vixen you are. x your honeybee, late last night. How could she refuses such an offer. She had given the redhead that nickname one evening after Zelda and her wicked tongue had brought the brunette to orgasm in truly spectacular fashion, thrice. Zelda hated it and Mary could not help but tease her, little Zee, my cute honeybee she rhymed in a sing song voice, this had Mary sitting rather uneasily for two days, plenty of time to contemplate whether the red had hated the nickname more then being called cute. And whether she should call it her again if it resulted in such a deliciously harsh spanking.

'So, do I?' Sabrina asks again pulling her teacher out of her reverie.

'Do I sound like my aunt when I come?'

'Yes.' Mary admits shortly.

Sabrina beams and placing her hands on the edge of the tub for balance gets up and stands there, dripping with water, her skin shiny and flushed right in front of her teachers face.

Mary can see the swollen pink lips beneath silver blond curls and licks her lips and takes a deep breath in.

'Do you want to find out whether I taste like her too, Miss Wardwell?'

Mary groans then pulls the girl from the tub flush against her and carries her to the bedroom before throwing her on the bed.

Sabrina let out a giggle.

'That's a yes then!'