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Possessed by a Witch

By: sirhugs



"I sure hope that poor black cat over on the fence doesn't get tortured tonight."

"Why tonight?" I replied. Never having really liked trick or treating or dressing up, I liked to ignore the occasion. This was made possible by our rural location – no kids around for miles to come knocking begging for candy. Of course, not even I could miss the mass media blitz, or the frosty pumpkin patch outside my door.

"Because it's Halloween, sweetie, and some sickos celebrate by torturing cats. It goes back to medieval days, when the superstitious illiterates thought witches travelled inside black cats. By killing them, they prevented the witches emerging on All Saints Eve."

"Well, no witches in these parts," I said, before I turned to look at my guest. What I saw sent a shiver through my body. Cassandra was dressed from head to toe in black, even her lips were painted black. Her normally mousy brown hair had been dyed jet black. She had glued on five inch long black fingernails, which we wrapped around a the end of the broom.

"What the f...." I gasped. I did not know Cassie well. She had been my late wife's college room mate. Though they had kept in contact, Cassie had moved around the globe, seeking adventure, great jobs, and as my wife, Amanda put it, "enduring three marriages long after she discovered that great sex alone wasn't enough."

Mandy always made a point of mentioning the great sex. Apparently she and Cassandra had not been shy about sharing their room even during sex, and Mandy figured that Cassie was an all-star.

While Cassie trotted the globe, Mandy had met me at a fertilizer convention, married me a week later and settled on the family farm. What seemed like a recipe for unhappiness turned out just the opposite. Though we never had kids, Mandy had sung in the church choir, and won more than her share of bake-offs. Also, if Cassie was better than Mandy in the sex department, all of Cassie's men were very lucky, because my Many had curled my toes, and bounced her clit on the tip of my nose, almost every night we were together. 

Cassie however had no interest in spending any time in 'Hicksville, U.S.A.' as she called our home. So Mandy made regular pilgrimages to foreign destinations or convenient meeting spots to frolic with her pal. Knowing I would just be a fifth wheel, I always invented farm reasons to stay home, though I was always invited. After a while, I wondered whether Amanda did that to reassure me that she was faithful on her trips, but I never had worried about that. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I thought, and she always came home excited to see me again.

It had been a year ago tomorrow that a drunken driver – still dressed as a 'scary monster' according to the police report- had smashed my baby against a tree. The funeral had been Cassandra's first visit to my hometown, and I had assumed it would be the last.

I could never look at Cassandra without recalling a story which Amanda had told me, on our first Halloween night as husband and wife as it happened. With no trick or treaters in farm country, I was resting in my armchair, Fleetwood Mac playing "Rhiannon" in the background, when Mandy had come out of the kitchen dressed uncharacteristically like a Catholic Schoolgirl, and had sat on my lap as she started her story.

They had both been at a wedding, senior year of college, in a strange city. 

"Being at a party with no date, and no one who you were likely to see again, other than each other, for Cassie and me, was a very liberating experience," Amanda had explained. "We already had done the college room mate sex with our boyfriends in adjacent beds routine – and even swapped partners a few times, so neither of us was afraid the other might judge. I was waiting for grad school to start, and Cassandra was headed off to Brussels to work for the UN. It was a real 'girls just wanna have fun' moment. Since it was a Halloween wedding, the couple had decided that guests should come in costume. That just added to the whole sense of not being in the real world. I went as a catholic schoolgirl and Cassandra went as a witch."

Amanda had giggled as she said that, adding, "I expected you to say that Cassie as a witch was typecasting."

She had playfully poked my stomach at that point. I recall that the reaction fluttered through my abdomen until my cock twitched. I had blushed, wondering whether it was my bride's playfulness or images of Cassie as a sex crazed witch which my groin was enjoying. Luckily, Amanda kept talking without noticing.

I still recall how her cheeks glowed as she told the story, her grin beaming from ear to ear as she recalled the excitement.

"It was the most fun I had until I met you." She had continued.

"Good dancing?" I had asked, in mock innocence. I knew I had not married a blushing virgin.

"There was the usher dressed as a Gorilla whose wife had passed out at their table right after dinner. He danced with Cassie and me all night. With each waltz, we could feel his tumescence pressing harder against us. The contrast of the hairy suit with the meat in motion was weird. It was all we could do not to stop dancing and giggle out loud every time we made eye contact."

"Which of you did he end up with?" I had asked. Amanda seldom spoke about past lovers, and I recall not being sure about this story. My cock was very interested though, and she extracted it out of my pants before she replied.

"Why just one of us?" she had giggled.

She had then given my shaft a single pump as she said each word, and then pausing. She looked me deeply in the eyes, and then, silently, lowered her mouth to my semi hardness, puffing her cheeks wide and swallowing al of me in a single gulp. She locked her lush lips tight at the root, and slowly drew her head upwards, her tongue flat along the underside of my shaft. When just the helmet remained in her mouth, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the shaft again, twisting the slick outer layer of skin as her tongue bathed my head. Amanda loved oral sex, but this was a move she had saved for the wedding night.

"So it was a threesome?" I had managed to croak, my body stiff with the sexual excitement.

Amanda had let my cock pop out of her lips but had kept her head in my lap, her left hand holding my meat, a trace of saliva linking us. Her fist had slowly pumped me as she spoke again.

"Did I say that?" she had giggled.

I still remember the warmth of her moist breath filling my slit. The spit string had fallen to my thigh and she licked it up before speaking further.

"The Gorilla had a friend," she had added. "I don't know how he fit with the wedding party – he could have been a caterer, the groom's cousin, or the DJ, it didn't matter at that point. He was dressed as a clown. Cassie was ready to fuck right there on the dance floor."

"So, why didn't she just grab the Gorilla and go?" I had been still learning about my bride back then.

Before she had continued, Amanda had cleaned precum of my cock, and teased me with a quick corkscrew lick once around the shaft from top to bottom. Her lips had glistened with my fluid.

"She tried to, but it was me that the Gorilla really wanted. He refused to leave without me, so we each took one hand and we skipped out as if we were going for a smoke. Though of course, I didn't smoke, but in costume no one would know who I was."

"What was the clown doing?" I had asked, "Pouting in the corner? His rubber flower wilting, no one to spray? "

"Well, the Gorilla had whispered to him on the way out, so he used a side door and circled around to meet us by the ladies room. Now, this was back in the coke snorting decade, so Cassie had to duck in first to see how many gals were busy blowing rails, before we could blow the guys."

"So this was just oral sex then?"

Amanda had giggled, running her tongue all around my fat knob. "Let me tell the story," she had said, pumping my shaft.

"There's really never anything which is just oral sex, I don't think. I mean, it took a lot of hand action to get Mr. Gorilla's banana out from the fake fur, so you could say it was part hand job, especially with all four of us crammed into one stall in case anyone came in"

"Who did that part?" I was trying to visualize the scene. 

"The Gorilla had his face buried in Cassie's tits, so when she started trying to fish for his cock, she fumbled. I wriggled out from where the clown had pressed me up against the partition and helped her. It felt odd, my fingers sliding together with hers, interlocking around this half hard meat."

"Then what happened?" I still remember how my voice cracked at that point, as I had pictured this cramped, musty sex.

"I ...." Amanda had blushed, and bought time by licking my cock, "I had to guide his tip into Cassie's cunt, and then my hand got trapped between there bodies when he slid it deep into her wetness, because she was wide open and ready on the first stroke. Before I even thought about it, I realized that my thumb was brushing against her clit and my fingertips were caressing his balls."

At that point, Amanda had started her hips swaying as she circled her thumb and forefinger around the root of my cock, teasing both shaft and balls with a corkscrew motion.

"Sort of like this, but with two extra bodies pressing the whole mess together into a meaty sandwich."

I had known her long enough to recognize the squirming as a sign she was wet and ready to fuck. She was small enough that I could bend down, hook my palms under her thighs and lift her onto my lap. In the process, my face ended up buried in her cleavage, but she hadn't seemed to have minded. Her jeans however were rough against my cock, so we had to pause for a moment while she bounced back off my lap and disrobed completely.

This hardly interrupted the flow of her story. "I don't think you told me exactly what you were wearing," I prompted as I pulled her close and licked her ear.

"Like I said, I was the naughty catholic schoolgirl," my bride confessed. "Complete with sensible shoes, knee socks, white shirt, and short pleated tartan skirt." The same look as she had on as she told the story. "It was very easy for the clown to flip up my skirt and push aside my panties, Daddy."

Amanda had never before chosen to pretend I was her parent. If I had been asked, I would have said it would be too creepy, but when it happened unexpectedly, this made my rod even stiffer. She sighed as it throbbed before her. I read her grin and the twinkle in her eye as the result of her thinking about whether she preferred returning immediately to my lap, or playing with her meaty toy first. While she debated this silently, her fingers caressed her already erect nipples, and her hips undulated like a harem dancer entertaining her sultan. She closed the gap.

Amanda's tongue teased my peehole, flicking my precum into her mouth. Although the warmth of her breath bathing my shaft was delicious, I decided I wanted to hear more, rather than allowing her a mouthful just then. I went along with her game.

"Bad little girls shouldn't talk with their mouths full."

"If I'm really bad, will you spank me?"

"Maybe later, if your story is naughty enough."

She rolled her tongue around the rim under my cockhead, but then had pulled back and continued, my shaft still in her hand.

"I had not seen the clown's cock before he entered me. His baggy costume pants had left me totally unprepared for the thickness of my gift. He didn't sink it in all that deep, but he stretched me wider than anybody that I ever had before, or than anybody but you Daddy. He shoved the whole thing deep into my wetness..."

"Into your what?"

"My pussy, Daddy."

"What?"

"My, my, my...c...cu...cunt Daddy."

I had then caressed her chin line, and playfully slapped her cheek, giving her a taste of the flat hand she would enjoy on her asscheeks in good time. "Were you a well enough trained naughty schoolgirl to continue pleasing the others?"

She had resumed, after giving my rod a good pump to make sure I was well primed. "The clown pushed my tits right into the Gorilla's furry back. The fabric on my white shirt was pretty thin, and the fur felt great against my nipples, but I wanted more, so I arched my back, and asked the clown to rip my buttons open, since my hand was still trapped between Cassie and the Gorilla."

"Trapped where?"

"The thrust from the clown had driven a couple of my fingers right into Cassie's pu...cunt, Daddy, but I still had the base of the Gorilla's cock in my palm. I pushed hard against the Gorilla from behind so that each thrust back as he pulled in and out of Cassie shoved me back against the clown. If anyone else came into that ladies room, they must have had quite a treat, because the entire cubicle was rocking as the clown bounced back against the partition."

"Who came first?"

"Cassie. Her juices flowed out all over my hand and coated the Gorilla's fat cock. Then she slumped down, crashing with a bang onto the toilet, totally spent. The Gorilla's cock was still in my hand, and without even thinking I just kept right on pumping it, until a few great gobs of goo spurted out all over Cassie, mostly into her hair and on her face. I was shocked when one hit her in the eye, and I stopped then, even though his shaft was still throbbing, and I knew he had more to shoot."

"What did you do about it, naughty girl?"

"Well, Daddy, I dropped to my knees on that piss stained and vomit laden ladies room floor – most ladies rooms are nice, but this party had gotten out of hand- and sucked his fat dick deep into my throat, swallowing the whole thing in a single gulp."

"Was that the first time you had ever tasted Cassie's cunt juices?" I had asked. Amanda had then started bobbing up and down on my cock, recreated her scene, so it was a moment before she responded.

When she looked up, her cheeks were as red as apples. "Not exactly," she whispered, not meeting my eyes.

I reached a finger under her chin and raised it deliberately, until my glare locked onto her face. "What does that mean?"

"I had sucked it off other men's cocks, Daddy. I know I'm a nasty little bitch, and deserve to be punished, but you know how I like to suck cocks. When Cassie was my room mate, I used to wait until she fell asleep after sex, and then sneak over to her bed to lick her boyfriends' meat. Sometimes, they would still be awake, other times, I am sure that they woke up thinking it had all been a dream. Is that too naughty Daddy?"

I can still remember Amanda's girlish giggle then, especially because a trace of saliva ran from her puffy lower lip to the very tip of my cock. As she laughed, the string dropped, but she was deft enough to dip her head and catch the gob on her tongue and follow it back to my mushroom. She ran my length deep into her mouth in a single motion, her tongue flat, caressing the underside of first the swollen head and then the rod. 

Almost as if in a dream, she had then swiftly allowed me to pop out her cheek. Before the cool fall air in the draughty old house shocked me, I was distracted by the tip of her tongue teasing my balls. As my scrotum convulsed, she laughed harder.

"What was the clown doing all this time?" I gasped out, trying to keep from focusing on the oral activity. If Amanda was talking, she would have to slow down, and I wanted the moment to last. 

At that point, she had blushed redder than ever. "Well.....," she dragged out the word, "my butt was sticking up in the air just like it is now, and it was waggling and bouncing around just like now."

"It is a very pretty sight, but I'd rather have it nearer, so I could spank it. Is that what the clown did?"

Amanda's crimson cheeks could have lit up the sky. "Oh, Daddy, it was even nastier. That bad old clown was hard again already, and he used his fingers to scoop the mixture of his cream and my moisture off my thighs to lube up my virgin asshole and then he stuck his fat cock right up inside my bowels in one stroke. I was too busy licking the Gorilla cock clean to protest."

She had stopped worshipping my cock and was spilling out words as fast as she could recall the prior events.

"The clown kept thrusting his whole length deep into my bowels until I thought I would explode, except he exploded first. He pumped another load of cum into me until it was running down my thighs again. Meanwhile, the gorilla got so turned on, because I was deep throating him in tempo with the assfucking that he filled my mouth with his seed. "

Again she giggled. "Then it was Cassie's turn to do the cleanup. She started by slurping the excess of off my chin, and then gave the Gorilla and the clown each a quick tongue bathing, and helped them tuck their depleted weapons back into their costumes." 

Another deep blush, as Amanda looked off into the past, silently stroking my cock as if not even aware she still held it. Then she decided to continue.

"Cassie waited until after they left though for the long slow treat of licking the drying goo off of my thighs. Then, for the first time ever, but far from the last, she ran her tongue up my slit until she swallowed my clit. She attacked it just like sucking a cock. Even lying back on that gross damp dirty bathroom floor, the sight of her head, with the witch wig askew, bobbing between my hips was a huge turn on. I had never even thought of having sex with any girl, but I realized at that moment that Cassie and I were so close that sex with her was just like sex with myself, except better, because she could get her head down low where mine couldn't go. There was nothing gentle or romantic about it. No soft flicking of her tongue around my navel, no butterfly kisses on my inner thighs. She just attacked my clit and sucked it deep into her mouth like it was a baby cock, then clamped her teeth around the base while she rolled it around her cheeks. Then she spit it out, so that she could lap at my whole cunt...is it okay if I say that, Daddy?"

"You already did."

"Okay, then, I guess you can punish me later, after I finish."

Before continuing, Amanda had again licked the precum off of my cock, clamping her fist tightly at the base to restrain the urgent load waiting to burst upwards.

"She started with one long stroke up my cunt with her tongue dangling fully out of her mouth, pressing it flat against my flesh. When she reached the top, she took her time, but kept urgently drawing my button into her lips as my hips just started rising up off of that bathroom floor. I no longer cared whether anyone walked in on us. I had never come so fast or so hard. Afterwards, we straightened up and rejoined the party. I didn't return the favour of licking her until a few days later."

I was still focussed on the clown's activity. "But you never even let me fuck your ass."

"That's because the clown's cock up it hurt so much Daddy. But I guess I'm doubly bad for not telling you about it, and not trying your cock to see how it feels up there."

"Nasty and naughty, though if it hurt, I can understand why you didn't try again."

"Wellllll....," she drew out the word even longer. "I did try again. I figured that losing my ass virginity might be like the vaginal sort – both hurt a lot the first time. So I got Cassie to help me practice shoving things past the sphincter until it relaxed more easily. Eventually I could take a cucumber. Then I knew I was ready to try man meat again, so the next Halloween, I seduced a guy dressed as a robot, who turned out to be my History prof."

She had giggled some more. "I figure the "A" I got in his course was for 'Anal'. Was that bad enough to get spanked now Daddy?"

"Not until I fill your mouth first."

"What about my pussy?"

"Your what?"

"Ohh...my cunt, Daddy."

"If you are nasty enough to deserve a cream filled cunt, the spanking will be long enough for me to revive enough."


Possessed by a Witch



Without another word, Amanda had lowered her open mouth over my erection, swallowing it all again in a single gulp. She had closed her lips tightly just above her fist. When she relaxed her hand, my load exploded upwards,. She somehow managed to pull her head up at just the right speed that her lips caught the last spurt and she was smiling up at me with her cheeks full, lips glistening, and a strand of goo connecting her chin to my cock.

Amanda swallowed a gulp of seed, but still retained enough that her palate was dripping as she spoke. "Now, Daddy?" was all that she said, all that she needed to say.

She was tiny and lifting her across my lap was easy. As I turned her to face the hardwood, her skirt flipped up of its own accord. Her sodden panties were buried in her ass cleavage, so I left them in place, knowing that each stroke of the flat of my palm might drive the fabric deeper into that sensitive cleft, priming her for intense fucking.

I began by rubbing my well callused hand across the tender pink flesh, warming her for the punishment to follow. My fingers teased the cleft stuffed with silk, and trailed down along her wet cunt lips, as I wound up for the first blow. The echo of flesh on flesh filled the still country night, and although we were inside and the nearest neighbours were miles apart, I wondered who might have heard the perversion of our painful pleasure. As the last reverberation bounced off the wall, Amanda sighed contentedly. 

"You liked that, you nasty slut?"

"Yes, Daddy, because I'm naughty and know that I deserve it."

Her excitement spurred me on to strike even harder, drumming her taut rear with ever quickening swats. Sure enough, this had caused my cock to stir, until the head was rubbing up against her thighs. However, she was no longer in a hurry to be fucked.

"Keep ...going...Daddy..." she gasped, "I'm... al...most there."

I reached my other hand under Amanda and tweaked her erect nipple pulling it steadily away from her breast, and then releasing it as I struck her with all my might. This finished her. Her back arched up so quickly that she bounced off my lap, tumbling onto the floor in a heaving heap, her juices flowing so freely that they puddled on the floor. Luckily, hardwood cleans easily, and I had the foresight to have applied extra waterproofing.

"Fuck ...me......Daddy..." she panted, drawing up her knees and ripping her panties off. 

Her urging encouraged me to quickly shake my legs out of my jeans and drop to the floor between my bride's legs, and plough into her with my rigid rod. Her pelvis bumped up, slapping back loudly against the wood, each repetition faster and louder. Having just come, it took a while for the second load to marshal itself inside my balls, so I took advantage if the delay to take each nipple in turn between my teeth and twist them, causing further joyous screaming from Amanda, as I felt her abdominal muscles crunching and releasing through a series of climaxes. 

Finally, the dam burst and a goodly amount of thick white spunk flooded out my shaft into her depths, filling her womb. Still relative newlyweds, I wondered afterwards whether that sort of semen dump might promote impregnation, but it hardly helped that even before my weapon finished pulsing, Amanda had flexed her hips, bumping me out of her vagina, goo still oozing from my tip. 

"Eat me clean," she had demanded. I happily complied, since cream pie was always one of my favourites.

"Mmmm, better than pumpkin," I recall murmuring between licks as I snaked my tongue all over her body, bathing her. 

First, I cleaned her thighs, licking inwards towards the source. Then, I flicked my tongue briefly towards her anus, knowing that no seed was there, but practicing for the day which I knew would eventually follow, when her rose would be filled. I captured a trickle from the very bottom of her labia, and then rimmed the petals, working counter clockwise in decreasing circles until I was buried nose deep into her womanhood, my mouth slurping and sucking the mixed juices from deep inside. 

Amanda's midsection had continued writhing in response, until, just as I realized that I could no longer taste the saltiness of sperm, and was only lapping up her peachy nectar, she sighed again and collapsed on the floor. She was sleeping before I could lift my head, and I allowed myself to rest with my ear on her thigh. The nap lasted until the rooster crowed and the sun rose on the first day of that chilly November.

When I awoke, Mandy was just stirring awake as well, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The little girl outfit made her look barely legal, and my manhood swelled afresh in appreciation. However, whatever spell the Halloween moon had cast was passed, and Mandy quickly pulled herself upright, tucking the abbreviated skirt around her thighs and rushing towards the shower alone. 

I started breakfast, and then left her to finish once she emerged scrubbed clean like a virgin, and dressed like one also, in baggy overalls and sloppy T-shirt. I excused myself to do my chores, and we never spoke of that Halloween treat. 

That evening, we retired early, as farm coupes do. Amanda had then reached over, and found my hardness. Taking me in her hand, she had silently rolled over. Without a single word, she rode me, her hips straddling mine, the tip of my cock bumping deep into her womb. Each stroke, she pushed higher and crashed faster, her back finally arching in ecstasy. She placed her hands on my shoulders and grunted, grinding her pelvis around my wood until I spurted out a load. Then still without a word, she rolled clear, and slept with her head upon my shoulder.

In the months that followed, we had enjoyed a rich and varied sex life, but there was never role-playing, nor any mention of Amanda's premarital adventures. Gradually, the memory of that Halloween faded, though it never vanished to the pint of forgotten, and it always warmed my loins to think of that special night.

The following Halloween, I had no expectations of a repeat, but, to my pleasant surprise, Amanda came downstairs in the evening dressed as Raggedy Anne, looking for 'Daddy'. She entertained me by finishing the story of her history prof, and told about another adventure with Cassie. The night concluded yet again fucking on the hardwood floor. That year, I fell asleep with my cock buried in her ass for the first time ever.

Each year that followed, Mandy had come up with different costumes, but each played off the naughty daughter, and each year I learned more about her closeness with Cassandra.

Until the drunk driver had ended my Halloween fun.

Cassandra and I had both cried beside the grave, but when I had reached out an arm to hug her, she had recoiled in horror. "What sort of perv are you?" she asked, "trying to fuck your wife's best friend before the grave is even filled in?"

Which had not been my intent, but I guess in Cassie's world, hugging is reserved for foreplay.

Dressed all in black then as well, she had kept her distance from me, hanging with Amanda's family, and a few other school chums who had made the journey. I did not try to get up close. We really were strangers, having only met at the wedding and a few other occasions. There was a little voice in my head warning me that Cassie might tell me tales about Mandy's trips to see her that I would rather not know. Then, I was ashamed, as I thought about the possibility of my voluptuous blonde wife and this tall lean raven haired beauty double teaming some random young stud pick that they had picked up in a bar, that my cock started to swell. I had glanced at Cassandra to see if she noticed, though why I cared I had no clue. Fortunately, she was busy talking to Old Man Dalrympyle, the farm implement dealer, whose eyes were feasting on her well cantilevered cleavage, bursting a tad inappropriately out of her low cut dress. To make matters worse, that sight had made my tumescence grow harder, and I had quickly scuttled out of the community hall where the reception was being held.

Then a week ago, I had received a phone call from the airport. It was Cassandra. "I never realized Hicksville would rate its own airport. Mind you, a place where they unload all the luggage right beside the plane is hardly O'Hare Field in Chicago." She had said at the time. 

"We just need a place for the crop dusters to refuel." I had replied automatically, before I recovered to ask, "What the heck are you doing here?"

"I knew we would both be miserable about missing Mandy, so I decided we should at least be miserable together. Besides which, Paris is boring this time of the year. I wanted a good old fashioned American Halloween."

"Well, not much of that around here – a little kid's party at the Legion, a few pranks. You missed the pumpkin growing contest. That was yesterday."

"Did you win the pie eating?" Cassie jabbed back, perhaps a bit more pointedly than my remarks. Again, I wondered why she had come, since she really didn't like me.

"I'm not actually a big fan of pumpkin," I replied, treating her cutting remark as a light joke.

"A bad experience waiting for the Great Pumpkin, Linus?"

I chuckled. Peanuts had been a childhood favourite, I was amused that Cassie shared that spirit. Then she dashed the ship of fools upon the rocks. "Or did some girl refuse to let you get past second base in the pumpkin patch?"

"I always was more the Charlie Brown sort."

"Pooor baby. Good thing only a little bit of my hair is red."

"Say what?" That caught my attention. Cassandra hated me, I figured. How would she care about whether she treated me like the Little Red-Haired Girl treated Charlie Brown? I figured her more for Lucy, pulling away the football, so I was not about to get my hopes up. I noticed that my cock was rising up as fast and full as a harvest moon. A year of celibacy sure had a strong effect, with an erection arising with Cassie fully clothed, and though not hostile, not behaving seductively either.

"Do you like my hair?" she said, not quite explaining herself as she twirled across the room, dancing with the broom, until it slipped loose. She let it drop, and spun on, arms thrown wide, her locks spinning like a cloud around her head, obscuring her face, but then suddenly parting like curtains, revealing a wicked grin. The dim light caught the red highlights, which flowed with her movements, adding another layer of otherworldliness. 

"Spooky" I croaked, unsure just what was expected.

"We should have some fun," she continued, snapping her fingers. She danced closer, and then spun away.

"I'm not really up to doing much." I replied.

"Mandy would never let you be such a dud. She'd hate me for allowing it, too."

She spun faster, darting a bit nearer to my chair with each revolution, and not going quite as far away. On about the fourth pass, she paused and bent low, one claw equipped on each of my knees, her pale face inches from my nose.

"I might just cast a spell over you and eat you up like a gingerbread boy if you don't behave."

Finally, the loose end of her cloth belt slapped across my cheek. Without thinking, my hand rose up. Maybe the instinct was to guard my face from another slap as she spun, but my fingers closed over the flying strip of cloth. I did not tug at it; at least I did not think that I did. Probably, it was the force of Cassandra's own motion that pulled the tie loose. As she spun around again to face me, the wrap around dress flapped open, revealing that she wore a sheer black demi cup bra, which pushed her tits together, and half way up her chest towards her chin. She was rail thin, and in my brief glimpse, I almost had time to count her ribs. On the few occasions we had met I had always assumed she was flat chested, but the engineering of her undergarment maximized the effect of what she had. 

Perhaps I just imagined that her nipples were hard, pushing out against the lacy fabric that trapped them. My mind filled in a chocolate brown hue of puffy areola around each tip, but the colour really was disguised by the bra, if I really had time to see anything. Similarly, I recall her wearing lacy blood red panties trimmed in black, but in reality she twirled around again so fast that all I could swear that I saw was a flash of white bony hip, and my brain supplied the rest, deciding that she was likely wearing a thong.

Cassandra did not stop twirling just because her dress was loose, but one the next revolution, one claw held the front shut, fluttering in the breeze her motion created. She was teasing me, intentionally or not, with quick glimpses of pearly flesh, contrasted with the dark clothing and sexy underwear. 

From somewhere deep within my house, I heard Stevie Nicks singing "...wouldn't you love to love her..." I realized that I had not played the cd since she had died. Cassandra must have been going through Mandy's things while I napped.

"I think you are a lot like that poor black cat tonight...feeling alone and lonely, wanting to howl at the moon. Well, you aren't alone Daddy."

Did I hear right? Had Cassie called me Daddy?

While I was still processing this development, Cassie finished one lat twirl, her dance ending right in front of me. Her black dress still hung loosely, teasingly offering glimpses of her flesh. 

Without another word, she dropped to her knees as Stevie sang "she's like a cat in the dark..." Cassie placed a hand on each of my knees and pushed them apart as she rose between my legs.

"You are under my spell now," she whispered, like the wind.

Her hands roamed up and down my thighs, warming my flesh right through my jeans. Despite the weirdness, my cock was lonely indeed, and rose to the occasion, the blood filling it so quickly that I became even more light-headed. Was this just a dream? Perhaps I was just sleeping in my chair in front of a warm fire. If it was a dream, I hoped that I might awake to find that the past year had just been a nightmare, that my Amanda was still alive.

The breath warming my lap seemed too real for a dream, and Cassie's fingers on my zipper could not just be imaginary. The release of that constraining pressure allowed my erection to burst out upwards, sticking out like a flagpole. Cassie bent forward, the witch wig hiding her face. I didn't even have to close my eyes to imagine that it was my darling Amanda who said "If I stick that thing in my mouth, Daddy, that would be nasty. Then you might have to spank me."

"I bet that you would like that, you naughty slut," I responded automatically.

Cassie's tongue flicked tentatively across the tip of my head, like a kid forced to taste a strange flavour of ice cream. A single drop of precum glistened on her upper lip when she looked up, her fist now clenching my root.

In the background, Stevie still sang, the cd on repeat, "...will you ever win..." as Cassie pumped my shaft briskly.

"I'm not really that into guys, I'm just doing this =for our Amanda," she said, looking away, out the window. "I wonder whether her spirit is in that cat. Because if I hadn't seen it, I sure never would have had the nerve."

I was distracted and puzzled by how Cassie had first identified me with the cat, but now thought it might be Amanda. Maybe Cassandra really was a witch, because she seemed to read my mind. 

"I think that the cat connects that essential shared element that completed Amanda when she was with you, and the other way around," Cassie explained as she licked her lips hungrily. "She was always happy to head home after our adventures."

"Was she a naughty girl when she was away?"

"She was only nasty with you, Daddy."

Without another word, Cassie lowered her head and opened her mouth so wide that her lips barely grazed my ridge as my helmet slid into her throat. Her tongue teased the underside of my shaft, and she playfully nibbled around the base as I experienced her deep throat technique. For one who claimed not to like guys, she obviously was no rookie. But then I knew that from some of Amanda's tales.

"Come on now, after al those times you ate each other and fucked yourselves with dildos, you must have played together for old time's sake."

I thought I saw Cassie's head nod 'yes' as she tried to talk with her mouth full. I reached down the gaping open front of her dress and tweaked her left nipple roughly to capture her attention. She grunted in pain and lifted her face up, spitting my cock out. 

"What the...."

"Behave, naughty girl."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, remembering her role. 

"Answer my question now, please."

"Mandy liked to play with me, and I played with others. But her cunt belonged to Daddy."

I twisted her nipple harder. "How about her ass?"

"That belonged to me most of all. Even though she let you fuck her ass, Daddy, she found you too big. I had a strap on just the right size. Sometimes though she preferred that I use the two forked one, and the big vibrator head would stimulate her clit while the small rotating finger diddled her asshole. She came buckets then. Those were the only times that she said I gave her better climaxes than Daddy."

I got a little catch in my throat picturing my sweet wife howling in pleasure without me, and felt some resentment that Cassie had shared that all these years. My cock however, seemed to enjoy the image, as it grew even fatter, and my balls pulled up into my groin.

"I know that Mandy and I were naughty, not sharing ourselves together with you, Daddy, so I think you had better spank me." 

In a single motion, Cassie rose from her knees and slid the loose black witch costume to the floor. She turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles, presenting her bony ass half a foot in front of my face. Three thoughts raced through my brain. First, I compared Cassie to Mandy, whose athletically maintained figure had included a perfect heart shaped ass – enough to hold onto, or paddle, but not a spare ounce. Then, I had an urge to lick the glistening pussy lips dangling between the spread thighs. That gave way to a shudder of shame, which in turn reinforced the mandate to punish. 

My hand rose from its resting position on the arm of my chair, gaining momentum as it arced to meet Cassie's flesh. She was not well braced, and staggered slightly from the force of the blow, which landed a bit harder than I had intended. 

"More, Daddy, I've been very bad," she whined, bending deeper.

Intellectually, I felt shame and revulsion at my actions, but the precum leaking from my peehole, and the seed urgently ready to burst forward, suggested that at the basic instinct level, I wanted to hurt Cassie for some reason, especially since the pain seemed so pleasant for her. 

"Yes, Daddy, punish me," she begged, removing my hesitation.

I alternated hands, using my full arm to gain momentum. Each strike of flesh upon flesh rung loudly in the otherwise empty house. Cassie gripped her ankles tightly to keep her balance. Occasionally, she yelped from the pain, but mainly her squealing seemed joyous. 

"That's...uh...just...what I need...I mean deserve...I've been a very bad little girl."

After about a dozen swats, the moisture dripping from Cassie's pussy was puddling directly on the floor, her thighs soaked to her knees. I returned my hands to the arms of my chair. I noticed how heavy they suddenly felt, suggesting that I had been spanking Cassie much harder than I had ever punished Amanda. Still, though her ass was glowing red, she seemed to be happy, mewing kittenishly, her hips rotating, waiting for more.

Except I did not raise my arms. I could not resist any longer Gripping the arms of the chair, I used my hands to lever my upper body forward and without a word buried my nose between her buttocks, which allowed my tongue to slide up her open cunt like a stiff cock entering a ready and willing fuckhole. The gyrations drew me in deeply and quickly. My lips suckled her labia. I opened my mouth wider and nipped at her tenderness with my teeth.




Possessed by a Witch



"Yessss...." Cassie moaned, teetering on her high heels. I grasped her hips and steadied her, digging deeper with my tongue, as the fetid odour of her anus teased my nostrils. Mandy had never stopped being squeamish about anal sex, and other than my fingers, anal play was limited, so this scent was novel, and from the rush that spread from my brain to my groin, it was long overdue.

Tentatively, I slid my tongue out of her cunt, spreading her ass even wider with my strong farm trained hands, as Stevie Nicks sand " ....Dreams unwind...loves a state of mind..."

I flattened my tongue as I tasted the tiny strip of flesh that separated her two holes, and left it like that for a bold upwards pass deep inside the crevice of her ass, not penetrating her anus, but not teasing with kisses or licks along the edges either. I knew nothing about rimming, but Cassie screamed "Oh, Daddy..." so I guessed she liked it.

I did pause to roll my tongue into a tube and lick all around the heart shaped depression where the two rounds of her skinny bum met the small of her back. As I did this, I shifted my right hand down and stabbed three fingers up her cunt, using my thumb to open her anus. This provoked a startled yelp, and Cassie released her ankles and bolted upright, knocking me back into my chair.

Before I could react, Cassie tipped backwards with practiced grace, never looking, but seemingly aiming effortlessly so that my upright cock slashed directly into her wide open wet cunt. She bounced briefly in my lap but then sighed and said, "I really need you in my ass."

One her next upward cycle, she spread her own thighs wide and then angled herself so that on the next down stroke, the tip of my cock was aimed at her rear entry. A soft gasp of air sighed out of her ass as my meat shoved into the expanding passageway. Cassie paused, her flesh pressed deep into my lap, my length completely buried in her bowel. My girth throbbed excitedly. My load was more than ready to explode. She leaned forward and grabbed her broomstick up off the floor. Then, she sat upright, and pressed hard against my chest with her bony shoulder blades. I was trapped between the stuffed chair and the wild witchy woman. 

Over her shoulder, I watched as Cassie inserted the tip of the broom handle directly into her cunt, using it as a dildo. Her ass clenched, milking my cock as her vaginal muscles clamped down around the wood. The force of her fucking pushed me deep into my chair as she leaned backwards, her bony spine sliding along my chest and belly, trapping my cock in her ass as she fucked her own cunt.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck my nasty ass," she yelled. "I'm a bad little witch."

I was amazed as I peeped over her shoulder to see that her well used cunt could still be narrow enough to grab tightly on the wood, the surface grinding harshly against her flesh until it became well lubricated with her flood of womanly excitement. 

I reached around and grabbed Cassie's teeny tits, squeezing them with my palms. I started out doing this to hold on, but it soon became part of the fun, as I discovered that she screamed even louder when I pinched her long dark nipples between my fingers. 

"Bite me," she moaned as she thrashed in my lap.

Since her hair had started flying wildly about, I had to spit it out of my mouth first. I realized that the only handy body parts were her shoulder, neck and ear, so I began by closing my mouth over the fleshy pad at the outer edge of her collarbone.

"Harder," she demanded.

"Maybe next year, I'll dress as a vampire," I replied, and then bit down on her neck without warning. 

She leaped up in shock, almost bending my hard member in two, but I stayed deep in her ass. Once the pain passed, she sighed and nestled back into my lap, pausing just fr a moment to regroup. I kept that brief by first licking the tip of her ear, but then nibbling it with a quick sharp clamping of teeth.

"Yesss..." Cassie moaned, her entire body convulsing as she dropped the broomstick to the floor, "Daddy is the best Tom Cat for his little bad witch."

Then Cassie twisted her hips, rotating first to the left and then quickly back to her right, each movement turning almost fully sideways. With her muscles clamped tightly around my rod, this was the final straw that pushed me over the edge, and my spunk exploded upwards in a flood, banging deep into her bowel, so that it felt both slick and stuffed around my swiftly deflating cock. It had been two years since I had come in Amanda's ass. I had not realized how much I had missed the experience.

"She is like a cat in the darkness..." the cd played on. Cassie braced her hands on the arms of my chair and pushed. The 'plop' as my wet cock slid free was audible despite the music. 

"Now for some witchy magick," Cassie said. Without another word, she performed a remarkable gymnastic move, throwing her feet upwards and somersaulting so that her pelvis rose to my face as her head fell into my lap. "Eat your own seed out of my ass," she demanded just before she descended to devour my spunky cock.

I really had no say in the matter, since Cassie proceeded to lock her legs around my head, forcing her ass back so that my tongue was buried in the cleft. I probed deep into her wet ness, licking up the stream of fresh spunk between her buttocks. There were great thick gobs which she pushed out her colon, filling my mouth. I had no choice but to continue swallowing or drown. Only once I tasted nothing but flesh did I lick around her pinkest private flesh. 

As I did this, I felt Cassie's teeth scraping the drying remnants off of my cock, which was swelling afresh in response. My tongue was covered in tainted sperm, but I kept right on swallowing as Cassie rolled her tongue around my shaft and kneaded my balls with her fingers. 

I was worried that Cassie would get dizzy, hanging upside down, but before this happened, her glutes started clenching around my head and she lifted her head to howl, " Oh Daddy, you eat cream like a cat cleaning a saucer...."

A fresh gush of wetness rushed down my chest as Cassie road another wave of orgasms. The sensation was so intense that even without Cassie lowering her head back onto my cockhead, when she stuck a fingertip up under my ass and tickled my gland, another spurt of seed bubbled out of my cock, catching her right in the nose. 

She laughed and lowered her head to finish cleaning me, her knees resting on my shoulders so I could relax. 

Afterwards, Stevie still repeating on the stereo, Cassie snuggled in my lap.

"Hell, I think I'll sell the farm, and join you in Paree," I offered.

"Oh, Daddy, yes please. I think Mandy would have been happy to hear that."

I never thought I could have had such a Happy Halloween on the anniversary of my wife's death. No tortured poor black cat was I any longer. For I had found true love again.