[MF] The Saga of Sally (Part 7) – My Little Witch (and Temporary Goodbyes)

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 7**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

We were coming up to the end of our final year at college. Life was wonderful. Sally had practically been living with me for half a year now and we found out that we only loved being around each other more. We’d watch television together. We’d curl up against each other on the couch and read books. We invented and played a form of strip Madden NFL – and Sally wasn’t great at that game which only made it all the better. If I scored 5 touchdowns then Sally would end up on her knees, her lips sliding up and down my cock. I nearly always scored 5 touchdowns. The sex in general was great. One day I remember coming home from class to find Sally cooking – I did most the cooking so this was already a surprise – in nothing but an apron. Her plump backside hanging out on show. I ended up bending her over right there and then, her hands grabbing her ankles, as I fucked her from behind. The chicken ended up being overcooked. It really was one of the best times of my life. And it was all coming to an end – we just didn’t know it.

At the end of our final year at college there was a costume party. Now here’s my little party trick. I do a passable Harrison Ford impersonation. I won’t pretend I’m anywhere near as attractive but with the right costume I would look pretty convincing. Obviously my first thought was to be Han Solo and have Sally dressed up as Slave Leia. But she refused much to my disappointment. She also refused Leia in her A New Hope costume. So with no matching date I thought fuck it – Han Solo isn’t even my favorite character. I’m going as Indiana Jones. Honestly I looked damn good. I got the costume just right, brought a plastic cheap whip and I could ever wear a fedora without coming across like a douche.

Sally had other plans. If I’m remembering correctly this was the spring of 2003. Harry Potter mania was starting to build. I had read the books and seen the films but only because of Sally. She was a big fan. I think only the first four books and the first two films were out but everyone was crazy for Potter. Sally went out and got herself a school uniform costume, a weird cloak thing that kind of served as a robe, a red and gold tie and then spent what felt like a decade sorting her hair. It took her forever but she came out with her normally straight red hair now curly and bushy. My first words were still: “you know everyone is going to think you’re the Weasley girl?” – like I said I wasn’t a big fan. Sally stuck her tongue out at me: “I’m obviously Hermione. Look at my hair!”. I pointed out whether her hair was bushy or not, it was still red and red was Weasley. She playfully punched my arm. Whatever character she was, she looked fucking hot. I flipped up her skirt and saw she was wearing the most boring pair of white cotton panties and somehow that was only sexier – it made the costume work. I tried to sneak in a quickie but Sally sent us off to the party.

The party was one of those insane college ones where some poor house is filled with about one hundred too many people. People were spilling out of every door. The front and back yards were full with people in various costumes. The bathrooms and bedrooms seemed to just be a revolving door of couples sneaking off to fuck. I was having a great time. People fucking loved my costume especially because I could do an ok impersonation. Basically that entire night whenever someone handed me a beer I’d say “that belongs in a museum!” and people would lose their fucking minds. Some guys even took their belts off purely to throw at me and for me to pretend they were snakes. Look. It’s a college party. We’re all drunk. Don’t expect great comedy. I noticed that there are also about ten other Han Solos and Leia’s so I made the right choice.

Sally was less happy with her costume response. Time and time again people refer to her Ginny and she has to correct them. At first I find it hilarious but then I realize that it’s beginning to actually upset her. My beautiful dork. She had spent so much time on getting her hair right and now she felt stupid. I started correcting people on her behalf. “Dude, it’s obviously Hermione you fucking idiot, look at the bushy hair.” This earns me brownie points. Points I intend to cash in because Sally’s costume is really starting to do it for me. She’s abandoned or lost the cloak thing – I can’t remember – so she’s just walking around in a school uniform now. The skirt has a ruffled hem and only reaches down to mid thigh and she’s wearing black knee lengths sock and sweet Jesus is that hot. All I want to do is slide my hand up the back of that skirt and get a handful of that meaty ass.

In a quiet moment I lean down to whisper in your ear: “why Miss Granger, do you want to find somewhere private and work on your spells.” She nodded eagerly. I thought it was just because she was drunk and horny. The truth was so much fucking worse.

We find an unoccupied bathroom and slip inside it locking the door behind us. We’re making out in seconds, our hands roving over each other’s body. Sally knocks my hat off my head and tells me she draws the line at being fucked by someone actually wearing a fedora and we laugh. My hand slips into the front of her panties and starts to glide up and down her sex, making sure she’s wet enough before I then lift her up and park her backside on the sink countertop. I push up her skirt and do something I’ve never done before. Instead of pulling her panties off I tug them awkwardly to one side revealing her pussy to me. Sally looks at me with her eyes going dark with desire. This feels naughty. I unbuckle my pants, drop them to my ankles and guide my hard cock inside her.

Obviously I love taking Sally from behind. I’d be mad if I didn’t. That jiggling ass, those wide hips, God it was perfection. But there’s something about being able to see Sally’s face as we fuck, to be able to kiss her. My hands dig into her hips to find the grip to thrust into her. Her breasts bounce inside her school shirt, her tie still around her neck. Each inward thrust draws a gasp from Sally, her lips parted just an inch or two. It’s an intoxicating sight. My eyes are locked on her face. I thrust again and again, watching those lips part, watching those eyes threaten to roll back. It’s too much and I lean forward to kiss her hard. We start wildly making out as I fuck her on the sink, our tongues sliding all over each other’s, invading each other’s mouths. This is the life. But I suddenly have an idea. A great, dirty idea. I pull out of her and Sally asks why, although I can tell by the tone of her voice I think she knows why.

“Do you think they have any lube in here?” I say. Sally actually fucking *roll her eyes*. She says: “you can’t be serious – you want to fuck my ass here? We’re at a party.” Now you might think this was a good point but my argument would be: I was drunk – I was horny – and we hadn’t had anal in two weeks. I think you all side with me now. I don’t make this argument to her. Instead I say: “now now Miss Granger, if you want the highest grade, you have to turn around, bend over and let me shove my wand up your bottom.” And then I realize the truth. The horrible truth. My girlfriend has a Harry Potter fetish. It’s obvious. Her face goes slightly pink at my words, her lips part breathlessly and she subconsciously does a tiny nod of eagerness. I genuinely take a step back in surprise. “Oh God, this is turning you on isn’t it?” Sally tries to deny it but it’s no good. The secret is out. I decide to use it to my own advantage. “Miss Granger, don’t lie to me. Now if you want a good grade what do you have to do?” Her reply nearly makes me cum there and then: “bend over and let you fuck my bottom.”

We’re now rooting around the bathroom cabinet trying to find some lube. Sally pulls out some aloe vera which I look suspiciously at. “Isn’t this going to burn my dick?” I ask. Sally looks at me like I’m an idiot. “You literally use this to soothe burns and it’ll be perfect for lube.” We then break out into laughter as we realize how stupid this is: we are in a bathroom, at a college party, dressed as Indiana Jones and Hermione Granger, arguing over whether aloe vera can be used as lube for anal. I take it from her and smear it all over my cock. Sally bends over the sink, her face reflected in the mirror as she pulls her panties down to her knees. I knew it was more comfortable for her to take them all the way off but that it makes her feel naughty to have them around her knees. “Look at you Miss Granger, like a slut with your panties around your knees” I say and I can see the shocked and pleased reaction on her face in the mirror. I tell her to spread her cheeks and then I start fingering her back door, lubing her up with the aloe vera. A minute or so later I’m stood behind her, watching my cock disappear into her asshole. As the tip of my cock goes in I whisper in my best Harrison Ford: *fortune and glory, kid, fortune and glory*. Ok. I didn’t say that. But how good would it have been if I did?

Usually anal is a slow affair for us. Sally doesn’t want to feel the pain and I don’t want to cause her pain. In that bathroom though I don’t think I have ever fucked Sally’s ass as hard. All the while I kept whispering in her ear making sure she was okay and she wanted me to keep going, she always nodded and moaned back yes. It’s important to check in on your partners, everyone. Even when you have your cock wedged in their ass. But my hips were slapping against her jiggling ass, my cock vanishing between her thick, pale cheeks. Jesus. I didn’t know if it was from her being turned on by the roleplay or the aloe vera being the perfect lube. If it was the latter I was intending on going out the next day and buying a thousand dollars of the stuff. It felt so good it was almost like an out of body experience, thrusting deep inside her derriere. It was only made better that I could look up and see her face in the mirror – her skin pink, her eyes nearly perfectly closed, her mouth almost forming an O at some point which was the sexiest thing I could imagine. My hands gripped her hips even tighter as I upped the speed again, fucking her asshole like it was her pussy. “Play with yourself, Miss Granger” I grunt.

That is how two minutes later, we cum at the same time. Sally with her hands between her legs, teasing her clit, me with my cock buried deep inside her ass. She might have came a second before me, her body clenching around me, but then I stood no chance. I empty myself inside her ass before I can even stop to think about where I want to cum. Sally moans a little too loudly forgetting where we actually are. Her eyes roll back. We’re both left panting against the bathroom sink. It takes us a few minutes to recover before I pull up my pants and Sally pulls her panties up over her backside again. I know they’ll be stained with my seed by the end of the night. When we leave the bathroom there’s a small group stood at the door. We both go bright red as they break out into an over the top ovation. We quickly ran away back downstairs. I still felt great. I always did when I fucked Sally’s ass.

I didn’t realize then that I wouldn’t fuck it again for nearly another five years.

Yes. You read that right. Unfortunately it’s time to come to our break-up. It involved no arguments. No one fell out of love. But at the end of college, our paths had different directions. For my field, I now needed to keep studying. I had even got accepted into one of the big colleges overseas. Sally meanwhile got an amazing opportunity. Her mom knew someone who knew someone who got her a job at this great gallery in New York. It was a dream come true for a would be artist. And so we spent a tear-filled week trying to figure out what to do. Sally said she could pass on the job and go overseas with me. I told her she couldn’t do that – that job was her dream. I said I could find a college closer to her and she refused. She didn’t want the person to keep me from this opportunity. So we were trapped by circumstance. My course was 3 years. It was too long for long distance. On the saddest night of my life we decided we would call it quits. Maybe one day we’d find ourselves together again but we couldn’t wait. I think now I made the wrong choice and I should have studied in New York. But I didn’t.

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