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The Wicked Witch

By: mrpuk2u



This is my first contest submission. Hope you enjoy! 

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My mother and I had always enjoyed holidays - especially Halloween and Christmas. We were very close and enjoyed all the preparation and festivities that went along with them. I think part of it arose out of the bonding together and the make-believe that was tied into the loss of my father to cancer when I was 10. The celebration and fantastic nature was both fun and a way to push away reality. It had been 8 years since my dad died and we had gotten over the sadness though we still missed him, but we still really enjoyed the holidays.

This year Halloween was coming up fast and we hadn't yet prepared the yard and porch nor had we gotten our costumes. I had started college that fall, but the school was only an hour away. I lived on campus, but had come home the previous weekend to spend "Halloween week" with Mom and commuted to school.

"We're leaving it pretty late this year, honey," my mother said when I got home on Saturday "Halloween is next Friday - coming up fast!"

"I know, Mom," I replied. "Let's spend some time this weekend setting up the yard and porch. And we can figure out costumes too."

My mother thought for a moment then replied, "Honey, let me choose the costumes this year, OK?"

This was unusual, but I was OK with it and said sure. That weekend, we worked hard in the yard, cleaning up the usual fall debris, digging out the old plants and so on. It was unseasonably warm and I took off my shirt in the afternoon.

"My goodness!" my mother commented as she regarded me, "You certainly have filled out this past year young man! Look at you, a real hunk!"

It was true, up till that year I had grown up a relatively slim teenager, 5'10" and about 160 pounds. But between soccer and swimming teams and the associated weight training I had put on another 25-30 pounds and was looking pretty buff. I gave her a flex and she theatrically felt my bicep. She oohed and ahhed while I laughed, but there was an unexpected frisson as she touched my arm and gently rubbed it. I looked quickly at her and was struck again at how young and, dammit, sexy hot she looked! But I didn't think much about it until later. 

However, a pensive then impish look crossed my mother's face and she said "Ah, now I know what your costume will be… and I think mine as well."

"OK, what then?" I inquired.

"Oh, no no. It's going to be a surprise!" she rejoined and I had to be content with that.

We fixed up the yard and the porch with the initial decorations, we always waited till Halloween itself to put up the final touches. The rest of the week went by quickly as I had a lot on my plate and so did my mom. The one odd element that week was that our greetings became a little warmer, the hugs a little longer, our kisses a little more lingering. Nothing outlandish, but I noticed and I think she did too. 

It made me recall the frisson when she felt my bicep. Once again, I noticed how attractive my mother was. Not something I noticed all the time, just now and again. After all, she was my mom. And my friends might comment how hot she was - which got them pretty solid punches in shoulder and commands to shut up about my mom. Still, she was about 5'5", maybe 120 pounds with a really nice figure that she worked hard to keep up with running and visits to the gym. We had never been body conscious, but then we never paraded around in the nude either. Still, I had seen her in her nightie many times, which did little to disguise her figure. I had also seen her in bra and panties and had even once inadvertently come into her room when she was completely naked, so I knew how good she looked without clothes. But I had never really thought about her sexually … until now. Now these odd thoughts crept into my mind and I had thrust them away consciously. But a couple of times after a hug and a lingering kiss I was aware that I had a partial or even full erection. For my mother, OMG. If she noticed, she didn't say anything, but I did see her smile to herself a couple of times.

Then the big day came, Halloween! We both got home early from school and work and quickly put the finishing touches on the porch (hanging spiders, etc.) and checked that the eerie sounds from tape machine were ready and the candy in the bowl and coins for UNICEF.

Then it was time for the costumes! I was very curious about what she might have chosen. She had had given me no hints, but had smiled devilishly whenever I asked about them.

"Jeff, honey, here is what I chose for us. You are going to be in the Incredible Hulk and I am going to to be the Wicked Witch! Here is your costume. Please go try it on while I go up and put on my costume. Meet me back down here and we'll put on your makeup in the kitchen."

She handed me a plastic shopping bag and turned and ran up the stairs. I stared after her thinking The Incredible Hulk? Really? But once again I found myself admiring her ass and finely muscled legs as she trotted up the stairs OK, I could go with the flow, but what kind of costume did the Incredible Hulk consist of? I glanced in the bag and saw a white shirt, blue jeans and some bottles of makeup. Pretty simple costume. Oh well, simple is often best, I thought to myself and walked up the stairs to my room. 

I stripped to my boxers then pulled out the jeans. They turned out to be a pair of my old blue jeans, faded and worn, with fraying holes. They were also a bit tight since I had filled out since I last wore them, but not uncomfortably so. The shirt, however, was an old dress shirt of mine and definitely too small! I struggled to get it on but while I could barely get my arms in the sleeves, there was no way it would button up. Shrugging, I realized that was it for the costume. The Incredible Hulk never wears shoes - I guess they explode off his feet when he transforms from Dr. Bannister, eh? Chuckling to myself, I made my way down to the kitchen. 

It was now about 5 o'clock and I though Mom better hurry up because the youngest kids would get there soon. As I thought this I heard a rustle behind me and turned to see Mom enter the kitchen. I think my jaw hit my chest as I saw her costume! Wicked Witch indeed! A very naughty, wicked witch, I thought. It was like the Wicked Witch from Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood.

She had on a black blouse with a very deeply plunging neckline which revealed a very sexy cleavage. The blouse was itself gauzily transparent, revealing a sexy, half-cup black bra visible through the gauze. I thought I could even make out the shape of her areolae through the bra! Around her hips was wrapped a similarly gauzy long, black skirt that reached down to the tops of some black boots that reached halfway up her calves. Clipped around her throat was a floaty black cape and topping it was a classic black witch hat.

There was a long silence while I drank in this vision. My face felt hot and I could feel my cock stirring in the tight pants.

"I guess you like it, eh?" grinned my mother.

"Uh, yes, it's ... hot! I hope the moms and dads don't freak out."

"Oh, I think it will be OK - fortunately it's pretty dark out there when I open the door. The costume is more for you then them. Now, let's get your costume fixed up. First, let's fix that shirt." 

For me, I thought?

She walked over towards me and as she did I was mesmerized by her outfit, the way her breasts swayed as she walked, the light streaming from behind her silhouetting her legs right up to her crotch. My mouth felt dry and I couldn't say anything.

"We need to get those sleeves torn up as though those big arms just swelled right out of that shirt." she said. As she said this her glance dropped down as though checking out another swelling lower down and I blushed. She grinned evilly at me then reached out and grabbed the left sleeve of my shirt. She pulled hard on the two sides of the sleeve and with a loud ripping sound it tore up to the elbow.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed and grabbed the other sleeve and yanked. This one proved more resistant and refused to rip. "Grrr," she growled and stepped closer to get more leverage. As she did her left breast was pressed against my naked chest and, as she strained to tear the fabric it rubbed up and down across my chest. It felt wonderful. Then the fabric tore with a long ripping sound all the way up to mid-bicep. As it did, Mom stepped back and halted, breathing deeply from the effort. This caused her breasts to heave against the gauzy fabric, thrusting out her nipples, especially the left one which had rubbed against my chest. They were clearly erect, the stiff points making little peaks out the fabric. I couldn't help but stare.

"Well, that looks better doesn't it?" she said as she caught her breath. It wasn't clear to me whether she meant my shirt or her tits. Her tits certainly looked better to me. She saw the direction of my gaze and glanced down. When she looked up she had that evil, sexy smile again and her gaze dropped to my crotch again and her grin broadened.

"Well," she finally said still smiling "Let's work on those jeans. First off, you have to lose those boxers. The Incredible Hulk doesn't wear boxers."

I just stared at her, uncertain what to do.

"Come on, honey, it's getting late, get 'em off!"

"Right here?" I asked, uncertain, "Right in the kitchen?"

"Yes, right here. I've seen you naked before. If you're too shy to show me that big package, turn around and I'll try not to stare at your ass, or at least not too much!"

It was obvious she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Part of me did want to show her "my big package", which was definitely "big" at the moment. The larger part of me, though, was too shy to whip my hard-on out in front of my mother so I turned around and unfastened the snaps and tugged the jeans down. Because they WERE tight it tugged my boxers down with it and they ended up at my knees. I was rather embarrassed and did a little dance to get out of both the jeans and the boxers, ending up kicking the boxers away. 

"Oo-ooh, shake it baby!" called my mother, laughing. "Great buns, nice ass!"

And then I thought I heard her say sotto voce "And that's a nice big cock too!"

What? I thought, she can't see my cock - which was thrusting straight up to the ceiling. But then I realized I was standing in front of our big fridge, which has a glass panel on the right and I looked into the glass and found myself looking right into my mother's eyes! Mortified but also a little proud that my mom admired my body, I quickly pulled the jeans up my legs and hopped a little as I yanked the jeans all the way up. Then I struggled for a minute trying to get the zip up and fastened without getting my throbbing cock caught in the zip.

"Having trouble getting them closed over that 'bulge'?" she asked, sweetly.

"I'm OK now." I replied.

"Ok, I need to fix the bottoms of your jeans". Then she knelt down with big pair of what I realized were pinking shears and proceeded to cut off the bottoms of each leg a little below the knee. As she did so I was treated to a titillating view down her blouse, her beautiful breasts swaying gently as she worked. She glanced up at me and grinned. "Enjoying the view, big fella?"

"Uh, yes".

"So I see", she said, looking directly at my huge erection which was right in front of her face. Then to my astonishment, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on it. Then she rose to her feet.

"OK. That's done." my mother replied, "Let's put on the makeup."

She then rummaged in the bag and came up with the bottles of makeup I had seen earlier.

"Take off your shirt." she ordered. "We don't want to get green on it."

I slowly peeled off my shirt as my mother opened the bottle of green goo and poured some on her hand. 

"Close your eyes." she commanded and I did so. She stepped close to me and I could smell the faint scent of her soap. And I felt he breasts brush my chest, which didn't reduce by erection by any means. She then reached up to my face and slowly rubbed it over my face - cheeks, forehead and nose and neck. It smelled odd but wasn't otherwise unpleasant.

"You OK, honey?" Mom asked.

"Sure, not the world's most pleasant odor but I am OK".

"You can open your eyes now, sweetie." I did so and found myself staring into her smiling, dark green eyes. She kissed me lingeringly on the lips, her breasts brushing my bare chest. 

"You're looking very hulky already, honey. Now raise up and extend your arms."

I did so as she then took some more and she carefully did first my left arm then my right. "Now, don't move." she ordered. "It dries quickly but you don't want to smear it."

Then she began rubbing it over my shoulders and then down my chest. This was getting better and felt more than a little sensual - more than sensual to be honest and I started to get more turned on. I felt like Mom was feeling the same way as she seemed to be enjoying spreading the cream across my skin. She slowly spread the green ooze across my chest, rubbing it into my chest hair with a giggle. Then she slowly spread it across my pecs and my nipples rubbing them slowly and sensually, all the while staring into my eyes. Then she gently squeezed the nipples. I hadn't thought of my nipples as erogenous zones up to then, but it seemed to send bolts of energy directly down to my throbbing cock and I moaned in response.

"Feels good, doesn't it honey? I'm liking it too."

She then moved lower, spreading the green across my abs, wrapping it around to my back and down to the top of my jeans. Then to my surprise - as though this could get more surprising still - she delicately reached for the snap on my jeans and unsnapped them, pulling them down just a little.

"We don't want pink skin showing at your waist, do we?"

"Uh, no, I, uh, guess not" I mumbled. There I was standing with my arms held up, my jeans gaping open, my cock throbbing and my mom was rubbing green goo into my skin right near my cock!

She proceeded to delicately run her fingers within the waistband of my jeans, spreading the green makeup very delicately. She started at the side and worked her way in, converging on the zipper where my bulging cock made its considerable presence known. As she arrived at ground zero she leaned forward slightly and looked down. I did too and saw that the mushroom-shaped head of my cock was clearly visible, a pearl of precum pooled at the tip.

"Well!" she exclaimed. "What's this? We seemed to have another zone of swelling!" She raised her eyes up to me and giggled. "Seems like he better be camouflaged too - just in case he pops out at some point!". She giggled again and then delicately poured a few drops on her fingers then reached in to my jeans and spread the goo across the tip of my penis, mixing the green makeup with my precum. I groaned and my knees literally shook. I thought I might come right then, but she slowly withdrew her fingers and delicately closed up my jeans.

"I think we need to put him away for now, don't you think? The little kids will be here soon."

"Um, yes, er um" I mumbled. 

Then as if on cue, Ding-Dong! went our bell. Mom turned to go and said "Hold that pose a couple more minutes, sweetie." Then she paused, turned back to me and leaned into to kiss me. But this was not just a soft kiss, she really leaned into it and her mouth opened and our tongues swirled together. "Mmm, very nice" she whispered then hurried to the door where I heard her open it and start talking like the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz "Oh, what do we have here my pretties? Oh, a little goblin and a man from space! Oh my!" 

After a minute I heard the door close and she reentered the kitchen. She came up to me and said "I almost forgot - we haven't done your feet! Quick, sit down in the chair and stick your feet out" 

I did as she directed and she once again knelt in front of me and proceeded to rub the goo onto both feet and up my calves. It was again very sensual and I saw her gaze was mainly on my crotch. I was treated to another view of her swaying tits.

"There! All done!" she proclaimed. "Now just sit there for a couple of minutes."

Then Ding-Dong! again went the bell followed by squeals. "Ah, duty calls again." She leant forward and gave me another deep french kiss and as she leaned forward between my outstretch legs, she put her hand right on my crotch. This time, my hands were dry and I brought them up and cupped her ass and gave it a squeeze. "Oh my" she moaned. Then she turned and hurried to the door where I heard her greeting the next group.

Another minute passed and she came back. She reached down and rubbed my feet, giving me another cock-stretching view of her tits barely constrained in the bra and said "There all done! You're ready for prime time!" As if on cue, the door bell went Ding-Dong! "Your turn Hulkie!"

I stood and wrapped my arm around her and gave her another deep kiss then went to the door, belatedly realizing that my cock was still displaying itself very prominently. I tried to pull the shirt forward but it didn't cover much. I scooped up the bowl and held it in front of me as I opened the door. I growled "What have we here?" as I held the bowl in front of me. What we had was two little gremlins and a little fairy. I bent down and allowed them to each select a couple of wrapped candies from the bowl. Then they turned and scampered down the path to the sidewalk where their parents waited. I started to close the door but heard more voices coming closer. At the same time, I felt my mother behind me, her breasts against my back, then her hand caressing my ass then sliding under to squeeze my balls!

I am not sure what I said, but some sort of surprised sound came from me and the two ghosts on the sidewalk backed up a step. "It's OK" I growled, "No eat children tonight. Instead, have candy!" I said this in a deep voice though as I thought that might be appropriate for the Incredible Hulk, though I don't think he ever said anything in the comics. The ghosts took some candy and trotted back towards the street. I turned and closed the door and mom was right there. She took the bowl from me, put it on the table and then put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I once again grabbed that luscious ass and gently caressed it, pulling her pussy against my cock. She moaned into my mouth.

I paused for a moment and said "Oh God, mom, you feel so good, but you're being so wicked!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby!" And she pulled me back to her mouth. I ran my hands up her sides and slid them between us, cupping her full, firm tits in my hands. I could feel her hard nipples on my palms, then I brushed each nipple with my thumb. She moaned again and then Ding-Dong! went the bell. With a small moan of frustration, she pulled from my arms and turned to open the door.

The next 30 minutes were very busy as a stream of toddlers and then older, 8-10 year-olds came knocking on the door. Our town is very friendly and open so a lot of parents like to take their kids around. But the town strongly discourages anyone over 12 from trick or treating, encouraging them to party at home. Also, their is an 8 PM limit on trick or treating. It was now about 7 and the costumed kids kept coming. I began to wonder if we would have enough candy. And, worse, aside from a couple of squeezes and a quick kiss or two, Mom and I hadn't had an opportunity to kiss or fondle. 

Then, the stream paused for a couple of minutes and we met in the kitchen. We kissed like teenagers - which I was, of course. But I was getting so hot. We groped each other squeezing stroking. I fondled her tits then finally slipped my hand inside her blouse and under her bra. Her tit felt amazing, so firm, so hot, so smooth. She groaned and stroked my cock as I played with her nipple. Then I felt her fingers on my jeans and they popped opened her fingers stroked my cock. Again, my knees went weak and I trembled and groaned.


The Wicked Witch



Hannah was dead. Jack could tell because he'd heard the wicked witch chanting right before his older sister had sank first to her knees, then to all fours and finally slumped over. Blood oozed from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears pooling beneath her face. She wasn't moving, not even a little. She had to be dead.

Jack hoped. He didn't want to think about her suffering.

Jack hadn't been able to move either once the witch started her chant only he'd been sitting when it started so he hadn't fallen like Hannah. He was pretty sure he wasn't bleeding but he couldn't tell, not for sure. 

What he knew was that he was going to kill the witch. He'd rip out her evil heart and watch the eerie light fade from her eyes. She'd claimed earlier to be over two hundred years old. Jack vowed she wasn't getting any older than tonight. 

As soon as he could move.

"Don't strain yourself." The witch crooned over her shoulder. "There is nothing you can do." She was prancing through the kitchen wearing just an orange skirt that did more to call attention to her voluptuous curves than to offer even an illusion of modesty. The bottoms of her bare feet were coated with blood and left a trail on the floor that looked like one of those 'how to dance' diagrams. She started dumping the cabinets out onto the floor while continuing her destructive dervish dance and moving on to the pantry and fridge. "I fo-o-o-o-und it!" The witch exclaimed bending at the waist and scooping up a heart shaped pendant that had fallen from a box of Kashi brand cereal. 

She twirled on tip toe all the way back across the room and leapt gracefully onto the table looking down at Jack. "That was a really good hiding place. Did you think of it yourself? Don't answer." He wouldn't have even if he could. 

It wasn't whatever spell she'd cast on him that held his tongue, it was genuine ignorance. When his parents had died in a car accident two years ago they he'd moved out of his apartment and back into the five bedroom house. The house had been in the family for over seventy years so selling it was out of the question and even if it hadn't been it was his, left to him in the will. 

"Do you know what this is?" She plopped down on the table spreading her legs indecently wide and staring him in the face. Under normal circumstances this would have been a dream come true, a chocolate hued woman with a body like a goddess wearing nothing but a skirt. Right now she was a terror to behold and her spell didn't stop his heart from trying to beat its way through his ribs. "You don't do you?" She gently pressed her bare blood soaked foot Jack's face and leaving a perfect five toed imprint on the right side of her face. "Of course not, if you did. . ." She trailed off. "Get up, I want to get a better look at you." 

Jack wasn't in control of his body. It was the strangest sensation to feel his body standing up all by itself. He couldn't fight it, he couldn't even scream. "Well that's a good boy. Big and muscly, momma likes." The woman grabbed Jack's shirt by the collar and violently tore it open sending buttons shooting across the room. In a single motion she ripped the fabric from his skin and returned her attention to Jack.

He wasn't spectacular, he didn't have massive pecs or chiseled abs. Instead he had the very average body of young man blessed with a fairly good metabolism and a fairly lazy life. "I was hoping for a little better." She cooed before raking her painted black nails down his chest leaving angry red scratches in their wake. "But you'll do." She leaned forward and kissed his nipples one after the other, then bit down. 

As much as it hurt the only thing Jack could do was endure. His body wouldn't flinch or let him pull away. He could even hiss, it didn't matter how hard she was biting down or twisting at the sensitive bit of flesh the only thing he could do was endure. "You're delicious. Let's see what other treasures you've been hiding from me. Her lips traveled down h the center of his chest alternating between laying sweet kisses and harsh bites on his flesh until she reached his pants. The woman bit down on his fly and yanked it open, a moment later she captured the key of his zipper and lowered it. His black trousers sank to the floor and the woman followed close behind. She hooked her fingers into his boxers pulling those down as well.

Stop, don't! Jack screamed. Except no sound came out. The only action his body took was the completely predictable one. His cock reacted to her warm breath spilling over its head and started to harden straining towards her lips. It was moving like had a mind and will of its own. When it finally managed to make it to its goal she greeted it with a warm kiss.

"My gods it's magnificent. You're hung like one of my profane beasts." She was so close to his cock that Jack could feel her purring against the sensitive flesh. "I hope you don't mind." 

I mind you rancid bitch! No amount of screaming in his mind kept his cock from becoming even harder and it certainly didn't stop her from wrapping her lips around it. She managed to swallow him whole in a single go and her tongue slithered out against his scrotum. Stop, please stop! Jack pled mentally but he wasn't sure any longer if he truly meant it or was just trying to convince himself that the horrid witch wasn't giving him the very best blowjob of his life. He was only a few seconds from blowing when she eased off him. 

"Ravage me." Those were the first words she'd said that Jack could agree with. The motions his body were taken weren't entirely under his own control when he spun her around to face the table he tried to slam her head down on the table hard enough to crack her skull. Instead it was just hard enough that she winced. Winced and gasped in delight. "Just like that!" She squealed. 

"You want it to hurt?" Jack snarled. In the heat of the moment he hardly registered that he could speak again. "I'll ravage you bitch!" He dug his fingers into the pliable flesh of her hips and jammed his cock into her so hard the table groaned in protest. Jack was genuinely trying to tear the bitch in two with his thrusts but the table was the only thing protesting. The witch was shrieking in delight and meeting his brutal thrusts with hungry hips. "You're liking that aren't you?" Jack snatched her by the hair and tried to tear her hear clean off her shoulders. He only accomplished whipping her head back at an unnatural angle. 

"Yes, yes, yes. Make me your bitch Jackie, make it hurt!" She was howling. Jack felt his rage flood through his veins like liquid fire. His savage strokes continue until the legs on the far side of the table snapped. The new angle had the witch's feet a few inches off the ground helpless against Jack's onslaught. Pinned between Jack and the table the witch continued to scream, there was even a hint of pain that gave Jack a special satisfaction. Enough that he came inside her and nearly collapsed.

"Well you are quite the stallion. Now lay down." The witch command. The part of him that had been in control was instantly taken away and Jack's body followed her orders. "That's a good boy." The woman squatted over his face and pushed his semen out onto his face. "You look so cute after your facial. Isn't this what you were gonna do to Hannah? Speaking of which go get her we're leaving. Meet me in the car and put your little bitch in the trunk."

Jack obeyed the orders of the witch and scooped the still warm, still breathing corpse of his lover into his arms. She wasn't a corpse, she was breathing and warm. She was still alive. She just wasn't moving probably because of the same spell that made him obey the witch's every command. I'll find a way to save you Hannah. He swore to gods he hadn't believed in just a few hours earlier. He swore he'd save his lover and kill the witch.



The Wicked Witch



"Oh, Hulk, what a nice big cock you've got for this wicked witch. I may need to ride this broomstick soon!" I groaned again and then Ding-Dong! Our respite was over. She slowly took her hand out of my jeans, then bent over and ran her tongue over the head then whirled for the door. I stood there, my cock thrusting up out my jeans, the head swollen and greeny purplish, coated in precum and I heard her greet the kids in her wicked witch voice. In minute she came back, while I still stood there with my cock sticking out. 

"Mmm, that looks like a lovely candy bar for me!" But just as she approached, Ding-Dong! We both moaned in frustration this time, but she grinned at me devilishly. "Your turn, Mr. Incredible Candy Bar, I've got to go visit the Witch's Cavern."

I started for the door desperately trying to do up my jeans. I just made it and opened the door to a trio of aliens - I think they were aliens. As soon as they left two more groups came and then our sidewalk was at last empty. I closed the door and there was Mom. It was dark in the hallway, lit only by some candles. I put down the bowl and wrapped my arms around her. I noticed she had taken off the cape, but that wasn't all she had taken off! As my hands began to roam her body again, I discovered she no longer had a bra on. Her nice warm tits nestled into my hand through the gauzy fabric of her blouse. I couldn't wait anymore and roughly opened her blouse - I may have popped the button off but I was the Incredible Hulk, after all - and bent down to suck her right nipple into my hungry mouth. I sucked and gently nibbled on it as my left hand cupped and stroked her other breast. She moaned loudly and stroked my head and shoulders, digging her nails lightly into my skin. I then reached down with my right hand to her knee and slid my hand up between her legs. She opened her legs wider and my fingers traced up to her crotch and into a very hot, naked, wet pussy. We both moaned as my fingers entered her pussy and I backed her up against the front door. I kept kissing first one breast then the other as I finger-fucked her faster and faster. 

"Oh, God, Oh, Fuck" my mother moaned. "Oh God, don't stop baby, don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping as I managed to slip another finger into her then my thumb found her clit and rubbed it round and round. She shrieked so loudly it must have been audible out on the street and her legs clamped around my hand and she shook against me as she climaxed. "Fuck, oh sweet jesu, oh fuck honey, Oh…." She moaned as her trembling slowly ebbed. Then Ding-Dong! They were back. Mom remained leaning against the door as I opened it a little and handed out candy to the kids, holding the bowl in my slick, pussy-juice covered hand and doling out candy with my dry left hand to the two 8 year-olds on the stoop. But I was so turned on my what we had done I forgot to hold the bowl in front of me as the two kids scooted down the sidewalk to the two mothers who waited on the sidewalk about 25 feet away. 

As I turned to close the door I must have been silhouetted against the candle light and I heard one of the mothers say to the other "My God, did you see the package on the Incredible Hulk? That big boy is certainly packing!" And they laughed to themselves as they moved down the sidewalk. 

I finished closing the door to find my mother in front of me. "Yes", she said "The Hulk certainly IS packing!" as her hand caressed by cock through my jeans. "And I think it is time we had dealt with this big boy!" And now she backed me up against the door and slowly slid to her knees, then fumbled briefly with my jean's snap, then it gave and my cock popped free and she pulled on my jeans, tugging downward. After a little resistance since they were tight they came down then fell all the way to the floor where the pooled on my bare feet.

"Um-hm!" she murmured, "This was worth waiting for!" and she slowly ran her tongue up my cock and swirled it around the tip, licking the precum off. I moaned and leaned back against the door as she took my cock deep in her mouth, one hand holding my cock and the other caressing my balls. It was all I could do stay upright. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life. She slowly bobbed up and down on my cock and I slowly rocked back ad forth, sliding my cock into her hot mouth. "Oh, fuck mom, oh fuck, Oh God." I could feel my balls tingling and knew I was about to blow my load when Ding-Dong! Oh shit, they were back. 

I wanted to ignore them and get my release, but Mom grinned wickedly at me and let my cock pop out of her mouth, licked her lips and rose to her feet. 

"Just hold that big boy right there, honey. I'll be back in a jiffy!"

Then she opened the door with me behind it and went into her witch voice "Oh my little pretties! What have we here?" I stood there amazed ad stunned, the torn shirt hanging off me, my jeans on the floor, my huge throbbing cock glistening in the candlelight, dripping with saliva and precum as on the other side of the door my mother, clothed only in a gauzy blouse and skirt joked with the kids. After a bit more she handed out the candy then slowly closed the door.

She turned to me with a wicked grin and said "Now where were we? Oh yes, I was sucking the Incredible Cock!!" Then she reached up and tore the blouse down the middle and let it fall to the floor. SHe looked fantastic, her full breasts thrusting out, the nipples stiffly erect. Then my topless, wicked mother sank to her knees and slowly sucked my cock into her mouth and down her throat. I groaned so loud it could have been heard outside, but fortunately nobody was there to hear it. I couldn't bear another interruption! Apparently Mom didn't want one either as she attacked my cock with a vengeance, sucking vigorously, almost viciously sucking, licking, swirling until I thought I might pass out. Then my balls tightened and I came like a great wave, thrusting up with my cock and spewing great loads of cum as I groaned and cried out. Mom tried to swallow it all, but it was too much and she rocked back, cum trickling out of her mouth as the last ropes of cum landed on her naked tits. It was so titanic my knees were like rubber and I had to grab the doorknob to keep upright. 

I was panting and gasping and so was mom when Ding-Dong! went the bell. I hadn't even heard them come up the walk!

"I think" panted Mom, "I think, you … you had better get this one, honey." And she looked down at herself, topless, covered in cum and panting. I laughed and weakly bent down to pick up my jeans. I struggled to get them up and stuff my still half-hard cock into them. 'Careful with that big boy there, I'm going to need him again soon!" I smiled with pleasure as I finished buttoning up. Mom rose and slipped into the kitchen as I opened the door. 

I dealt with the latest group, hoping my disheveled demeanor was taken just as part of the Hulk act. As I closed the door, I felt a presence behind me and then Mom slipped her arms around me. I felt those awesome tits against my back and my boner began to rise once more. Then I felt her pull on the shirt and relaxed my arms and let her pull it off. She then hugged me again from behind, those marvelous breasts rubbing against my back. I put my hands back and ran them up her sides, realizing that she had taken off the skirt as well and was now completely naked!

"Mm, hm, you feel so good young man!" Then I felt her hands slide around my waist and trace up and down my rapidly stiffening cock. "Ah, youth, ready for action again, eh?" Then to my surprise I felt her snap open my jeans and tug them down, leaving me naked as she was. She gently stroked my cock, which provoked another groan from me and a sibilant hiss of pleasure from her.

"It's after 8, lover, why don't you go blow out the pumpkins while I shut off the outdoor lights and we'll hold our Halloween celebration?"

"Oh God yes, Mom, I'm on it!" 

I started to reach down for my jeans but she said "Don't worry about those, just go do it!"

"Naked?" I exclaimed.

"Sure, green boy, go wave that big package. It will only take a moment."

I turned to look at her and she was grinning evilly in the weak light of the candles. Then she kissed my deeply while stroking my cock. Pulling back an inch or so from my lips, she said "Go for it honey, it will be fun. I'm right behind you".

Somewhat disbelieving, but so turned on that I would do anything for her, I turned to the door and opened it. A quick peek revealed nobody on the walk or the street so I stepped out and quickly descended the stairs to the bottom. I ran to the end of the walk and snatched the top off the jack o' lantern and blew vigorously. The candle went out and I turned to head for the house. In the distance I could hear someone laughing and a small shriek. I turned again but nobody was there. As I turned back to the house the Halloween decorations on the porch went out. I could see Mom standing at the top of the steps, dim in the moonlight but clearly naked to the world. Emboldened now and feeling somehow even more turned on to be running around in our yard, naked with a big hard on, I strode up the sidewalk and slowly bent over and blew out the last two jack o lanterns. 

When I straightened up, Mom had descended the steps and leaned in to me and we kissed. I slipped my fingers between her legs as she grasped by cock. 

She moaned low, then said "Come with me, Hulkie" and towing me with her hand on my cock, led me across the lawn and around the corner of the house. What did she have in mind? We walked around to he rear patio, where the moonlight was streaming between the occasional cloud. There was a patio table and chairs and a large chaise-lounge covered with terry cloth that we used for sun-bathing. She pulled me over to the chaise and sat down on it, still holding my cock.

"God, you have a beautiful cock, honey, so perfect!" She ran her fingers up and down it, milking precum from it, which gleamed in the moonlight. "So perfect" she repeated, then leaned forward and ran her tongue up my cock and around the knob, lapping it like an ice cream cone. I stepped forward, thrusting my cock up and into her mouth as she greedily sucked it, bobbing her head up and down.

She raised her head and my cock slipped out of her mouth with and audible pop, the stiff throbbing member gleaming in the moonlight. "Ohh, that is so good, honey, but I've got to feel this big boy sliding all the way into my pussy.. now!" And she slowly laid back on the chaise and slowly spread her legs. I started to kneel between her legs, but first I reached down and slid my hands up her slim silky legs and bent to kiss the inside of first one thigh then the other, slowly working my way up to her lovely pussy. Even in the moonlight I could see the lips protruding, shining wetly.

"Ohhh, God honey" she moaned as I ran my tongue up her pussy lips as my hands gently kneaded her ass. It fell so good! I plunged my tongue into her pussy,slowly lapping up her pussy to her clit, which I flicked with my tongue. "Oh, god, fuck me that's good. But come on honey, fuck me now!"

I didn't need any more urging and moved up her body, briefly kissing and sucking each nipple then her mouth as my cock homed in on her pussy. Without any wait or hesitation my cock rubbed at her pussy lips then she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her. We both groaned loudly at the sensational pleasure we felt. A tiny part of the back of my mind wondered if the Stephenson's were at their windows about 50 yards away, watching us, but then I didn't care anymore as Mom and I started to slowly hump together, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. We slowly increased the pace, the sound of my cock bottoming on each stroke with a wet squishing sound, the chaise squeaking more and more as our rhythm increased. Mom had wrapped her legs around me and her heels were hooked behind my knees, driving me deeper and deeper into her. Then she let out a small shriek and stiffened against me and I felt a great warmth around my bottomed out cock as she came. She then slowly relaxed and reached up to cradle my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. 

I then began to slowly pump in and out of her again and she was running her hands up and down my body, saying "yes, oh, yes, God honey, oh" in a kind of sing-song rhythm. Again, our pace slowly built up, faster and faster and I felt my cock stiffening, growing, my balls tightening, then I went over the top and was cumming so hard I am not sure I didn't momentarily pass out! I certainly lost track of what was happening except the glorious sensation of my cock buried in her pussy, feeling her pussy squeezing and spasming around my cannoning cock as we reached orgasm together.

Slowly, the world came back, me lying on my mother, both of us sweating and panting. Sound came back slowly and I could hear insects chirping, far off a dog barked. I raised myself up on my elbows and looked down at my mother. Her eyes were shining and a crooked grin was on her lips. I probably had the same grin on my lips! I leaned down and gave her a feather like kiss on her lips, then bent further and ever so gently kissed each of her nipples.

"Oh, honey, thank you, that was so awesome! I'm not sure I have ever cum so hard!"

"Thank YOU, Mom, this was the most wonderful night of my life."

We lay there together for a little while, then Mom said "Let's go inside now, sweetie. It's getting a little chilly."

I slowly rose up and took her hand and helped her up. We were both a little unsteady and I took her in my arms for a few moments to steady us. Then she put her arm around my waist and led me across the patio to the door. We entered the family room and she took my hand and led me down the hall to her room and then into her bathroom. There was just enough moonlight coming in through the skylight for us to see where we were going. She opened the shower door and turned on the water. She has a huge shower about 6 foot square with glass sides and a big shower head. In a few seconds it was warm and we stepped in, letting the cascade wash over us.

We slowly washed each other with shampoo and soap, Mom carefully scrubbing me to get off all the makeup. She laughed when I pointed out that her tits were green too where the makeup had been transferred to her during our lovemaking. Eventually, we were both clean and just stood holding each other under the cascade of warm water.

"You know, honey," Mom murmured "I never intended for tonight to turn out like this. When I picked out the costumes, it was just supposed to be a joke, maybe a little flirty, but nothing likes this!"

"Well, I never expected anything like this either," I replied "but I'm sure glad it did!"

She giggled and kissed me. "Yes, I'm going to miss you even more now when you go back to school on Monday!"

"I know, me too. But we still have the rest of the weekend!"

She giggled again and said "And there's Thanksgiving and then Christmas!"

I laughed too and we kissed again as the water poured down on us.



The Wicked Witch's Wicked Ride



Halloween, ahhhhhh finally, her favorite holiday of all. She slips into her costume, smoothing the black stockings over her long legs, rubbing the bare strip just above the wide band of lace. She sighs softly, ohhhhhhhh, this will be fun tonight. She slips the gossamer gown over her shoulders, adjusting her breasts, taking the time to knead the sensitive tips, making them jut forward, pressing at the soft black fabric. Her hips gyrate, letting the gown swish across her bare ass. The sparkling necklace drapes at the V to her breasts, she fingers it absent-mindedly as she studies her reflection in the mirror. She nods, thinking that she will pass as a witch, especially once she dons the pointed hat and carries the twisted and gnarled broomstick.

She tucks the invitation inside the tight bodice of her gown, no need for anything other than the skimpy costume tonight, and to be sure she'll go unrecognized, the black lacy mask with the hooked witch's nose attached. A corporate masquerade ball to celebrate the occasion. All of her co-workers and bosses will be in attendance, the playing field level without the suits separated from the working class tonight.

She smiles as she slides into the taxi, pulling the too short skirt higher on her thighs, peeking in the rearview to see the driver looking back at her, his eyes wide. She licks her lips, then parts her thighs, letting her bare nether lips give their version of a sideways smile. She can tell by the wide eyed stare and the gasp that the driver can see her shaved pussy lips quivering. Oh, what the hell, it is a 45 minute drive to the hotel where the dance will take place, she might as well enjoy the ride. 

She puts her index finger to her lips and with a loud slurping sound sucks it into her mouth, noisily suckling before pulling it out and giving the driver the address. She waggles her wet digit at him, then lowers it to her gaping cunt. The juices already beginning to flow, she runs her finger alongside her swollen clit, leaning back in the seat, putting one foot on the back of each front seat, positioned dead centre in the rear seat...she masturbates frantically, rubbing harder and faster and with a groan, cums quickly, shivering ... rocking the car with the ferocity of her orgasm.

As she opens her eyes, she is staring directly into the open gaze of the driver, still sitting in her driveway, he has not put the car in reverse, he is mesmerized by the wicked witch in his back seat. She moans softly, then licks her wet finger, pulling her skirt ineffectively down over her trembling thighs. "Ohhhh, this just won't do," she grumbles, "I need a better seat." With that said, she climbs out of the backseat and slides onto the front bench seat, mere inches now from the driver, his breath thready as he watches.

She leans back against the door, pulling her skirt high, and spreads her legs wide, one foot on the headrest of his seat, the other tucked on the dash behind his meter. Her well lubed pussy glistening as the driver dares to look down. She slides her fingers down, rubbing at that swollen nub again, and with her free hand pulls the bodice of the sheer gown down to shelf her breasts, the nipples achingly tight, swollen. As he watches, she tweaks first one and then the other, moaning aloud, grimacing as she pinches them, pulls, stretches her nipples, her breasts lifting as she does and with a howl, the driver watches amazed, she cums again.

She leans back in the seat, her head thrown back against the window, she pants until she can once again speak, "Sorry about the mess on your seat, thank heavens for leather." her tinkling laugh fills the car, "But it's a long drive, maybe you can help me entertain myself. Can you drive with just one hand?"

The driver, coughs, choking on his own breath, as he stares at the masked witch, takes in her heaving breasts with pebbly nipples, lets his gaze wander back down to that quivering quim, and nods.

He eases the cab out onto the street, puts it in drive and slowly pulls away. He takes his right hand from the steering wheel and grabs her ankle, hauling her closer to him, until her ass is touching his hip. With a quick sideways glance, he smiles at her, his strong hand pushing down on the top of her mound, rubbing, making her clit dance in its hood. Her hands fly to her nipples, she pinches them hard, groaning as her back arches, hips lifting to grind at the heel of his hand. His two fingers stretch to peel her hood completely back from her pulsing nub, and then he pinches her, pinches her swollen clit as hard as hr imagines her fingers are tormenting those nipples.

His efforts rewarded with the sound of her dragging a ragged breath, shivering under his hand, her body bucking in the seat. He pulls his hand away quickly, as he pulls up to a stop light. Her hips still rocking, lifting up and down, her moans filling the car, so he puts the window down, letting a cool breeze waft through. 

As the breeze blows through the car, carrying the fresh air in, it carries the sounds of her lust out, and draws the attention of the truck driver in the next lane, he leans out his window, watching her as she masturbates on the front seat of the cab. He sits stunned as the light turns green, and neither he nor the cab driver attempt to drive through the intersection. With a wink at the truck driver, the cabbie drops his hand to that raised up cunt and plunges two fingers in deep, watching her buck as she is lost in another orgasm, the mask slipping down, effectively cutting off her vision, similar to a blindfold...and both drivers are transfixed, staring without breathing.

Her passion carries out of the window, and to the blaring of car horns the cab driver pulls away, his fingers still buried, her cunt squeezing almost painfully on his soaked digits, the heel of his hand grinding on her mound, her fingers still plucking at her nipples. He pulls his hand free, dripping with her cum, and reaches to grab a breast, squeezing it in his strong hand, watching as the nipple, already swollen, elongates and throbs. His hand tightens and he hears her gurgled growl, feels the trembling of her body.

His own breath ragged, he pulls his damp fingers down into his crotch, freeing his aching cock. Turgid, it pushes out of his trousers, rearing its head, looking to be fed. He strokes his cock, the smell of sex permeating the air, and he smiles. He reaches back to rub her pussy, mauling her clitty between thumb and finger, tormenting, pinching her hard, and holding, he growls, "I will let go at the next red light."

The bumps in the road magnified as her clit dances, she lifts her head to stare at him, whimpering as the pain encompasses her, puts her orgasmic trek momentarily on hold. She sees his cock seemingly waving at her, her throat constricts at the thought of stretching her lips around his massive organ. She feels the car slowing and braces for the stop. Knowing the pain will intensify before it starts to ebb away. The car lurches to a stop finally, and in the next lane is the same truck driver, watching the sexy scene unfolding once again. She does not seem to be aware of him at all, and as the fingers release her clit, she pulls in a deep breath.

Before she can exhale he brings his open hand down hard on her pussy, her erect clit catching part of the slap and her breath explodes in a scream, a howl of primal urgency and pain. He can feel the juices pouring out of her, and making eye contact with the truck driver, he lets his hand spank her wide spread cunt, the slurping wet slaps rising on the air, joining her scream. He holds up four long thick fingers, waggles them at the truck and then plunges them quickly, all the way to the webbing of his thumb. Her walls protesting, her hips rising up to meet him, and once impaled her body bucks and starts to cum again.

He starts to fuck her hungry cunt, four long thick fingers driving deep and then pulling back, her walls closing as he retreats, then over and over, he forces them to stretch once more, accommodating his fingers. She shudders, her mouth wide as she attempts to scream, but no sound comes out, her body thrusting hard to his fingers, as the cabbie strokes his cock, unable to tear his eyes away from the hungry cunt as it devours his fingers.

The truck driver has a look of agony on his face, his hand is also at his cock, stroking...unable to stop watching, taking in the crooked mask, the hooked nose, the wide opened screamless lips and ohhhhhhh that pussy, lips kissing the hand that torments it. He jacks his cock, licking his lips...and once again, there is a barrage of horns blaring at the two vehicles as they sit through a green light. The two drivers make brief eye contact and as they reluctantly stop stroking their cocks, drive slowly through the intersection.

The cabbie throws a quick sideways glance at the wicked witch, sees a smile curving her lips, and speaks, "I am going to force my fist up into your tight cunt, and pound you until we reach our destination. I want to hear your screams my wicked little witch."

Her head tosses back and forth, denying him, her feet push as she tries to wriggle away, but one hand slides down to rub her clit, making her moan, her slit oozing around his fingers. He watches her body shuddering and knows that it is silent permission to continue.

He steers into a back parking lot, and parks under the lamp post. The interior of the car is bathed in soft light, her features sharper in shadow, that hooked nose casting an eerie shadow. He smiles as the truck pulls up behind him, and he waits, those four fingers still impaling her convulsing cunt.

He pushes the button that lowers the passenger window and grins at the other man as he leans in through the open window. She senses the stopped vehicle, feels the presence of another and with a yelp she struggles to move away.

She gasps her surprise as strong arms grab her wrists, pulling them up and over her head, the night air caresses her wet fingers. The cabbie starts that pistoning in and out of her with four fingers and she hears a deep voice asking, "Are you going to push that big hand of yours into her tight cunt?"

"Funny you should ask, I was just telling this wicked little witch that I plan to pound her sweet pussy with my fist, until we reach her destination." his voice strong, as he answers, he punctuates it with a driving of his fingers deep inside her, wriggling them over her gspot.

She answers with a low groan and a rising of her hips, the smell of her sex thick within the car. Unable to resist that groan, the truck driver lets of her wrists, wrenches the door open and grabs her wrists again, smiling as her head lolls back, her mask slipping, the hooked nose pointing up at him. He uses one strong hand to pin both her wrists and twists the mask, so it still covers her eyes, but the nose is moved out of the way. He then unzips his pants, fishing out his throbbing erection and runs it across her lips, the tip oozing precum.

Her loud moan fills the car, and her mouth opens, tongue snakes out to lick at his oozing slit, making him shudder, grip her wrists tighter, his other hand trailing over her chest, until his fingers seize a nipple. The two men lock gazes and with a nod, they attack her body simultaneously. The cabbie tucks his thumb and starts to push hard, feeling the resistance of her tight cunt, but offering no respite, he keeps pushing...the truck driver pinches her nipple, and pushes his thick 8 inch cock balls deep, feeling her aborted scream, her throat constricting on his cock as her air is cut off. The jerking of her body,as she writhes, impaled by the two men, her muscles dancing, painfully tight on hand and throbbing rod, they both push harder, until his fist is buried in her, her swollen pussy lips kissing his wrist. 

Her body strains, hips lifting as the cabbie's fist starts to pummel her insides, his knuckles grinding on her gspot, the contortions of her body urging the men on. The truck driver starts to fuck her mouth, allowing her only small gasps of air before plunging in once again, tip to base, a non-stop plundering of her sweet witch's mouth. The thick drool gurgling wetly in her throat, it drips from her mouth, soaking his balls as they batter her nose.

With a strangled scream, cut off by the pounding of a cock, she cums, her body lifting clear off the seat, the wet splashing of her sweet girl cum forced from her cunt, squeezing out past the wrist that seals her entrance. At the apex of her orgasm, the truck driver releases her nipple, watches as it springs backwards, feels her twisting her wrists trying to get free...and then he starts to spank her breast, letting his fingers slap at that tortured nipple. As her body stills, the only movement the slight rise and fall of her chest as her mouth is force fucked, and the convulsing of her cunt as that fist continues to pound at her quivering quim.

With a tortured scream...she howls, both men withdrawing, the painful removal of his fist, stretching her wider before pulling all the way out, her cunt closes, convulsing on itself, and her lungs deplete and with a loud wet swallow, she fills them and screams again. Not giving her time to fully catch her breath, the truck driver pulls her from the car, and helps her to find her footing before propelling her to the hood of the cab.

She leans heavily on him, too weak to attempt to do anything but follow his lead. He spins her around, grabbing both wrists and pulls her to him, ducking under the hooked nose, he claims her lips, hard bruising kiss, he delves into her mouth with his tongue, searching out hers. The sound of the car door opening and closing, the cabbie arrives, tucking in close behind her, circling his arms around her, finding those hard pebbly nipples and starts to pinch and roll, making her quake and shiver. 

The truck driver feels her shiver, swallows her moans, and as he leans back on the hood of the car, he drags her forward, feels her sopping pussy lips touching his cock...and with an upward thrust, he impales her completely, pulling her tight to him. 

The cabbie reluctantly releases her nipples, and stands back for a moment...taking in the long pale back, swelling out to hips, then he tracks hes eyes over the swell of buttock and that perfect crack, he reaches forward and slides his finger down, until he finds her tiny pucker, feeling her shudder as he rolls over it. She parts her thighs wider, drawing her knees up, opening that forbidden door for his eyes to feast upon.

The truck driver remains buried balls deep in her clutching cunt, he moans into her mouth. The cabbie drops to his knees, leans in and inhales the heady scent of her ass, her sex and the surprisingly pleasant scent of cock. His tongue stabs forward, lapping at the tight pucker, feeling it pulsing under his tongue. She writhes on his tongue, the cock driving deeper, and when she relaxes that muscle just a bit, he pushes his tongue in, his eyes tearing up as it clamps down tight, squeezing his probing tongue.

He drools, letting it lube her ass, and drives a thumb in beside his tongue, pressing and wriggling, hearing her gasp, knowing that it is not just her ass muscle she is contracting as a low moan comes from the truck driver. She shudders and growls, his other hand snaking up between the two bodies, seeking her clit, and as he thumb and tongue fucks her ass, he tweaks her clit, feeling the vibrations of her body as she prepares to cum again.

He pushes deeper into her ass, his tongue can feel the throbbing of the cock in her cunt, and with a scream that rips through the night air, she cums, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, her muscles dancing painfully on his tongue. He pulls away and quickly stands...stroking his cock a few times, then bends his knees, spreads her cheeks and with her scream not yet dying on the breeze he drives his cock deep in her ass, catching her off guard as she spirals through her orgasm. 

The tightness overwhelms him, and for the space of several breaths he can only lean his full body weight on her, impaling her, two cocks buried balls deep in the wicked witch's depths. The groans of the truck driver carry on the air, finally bringing the cabbie some strength, he starts to fuck her wicked ass, feels the truck drivers body moving under her, and with the carnal thrusting of the two bodies, her screams turn to lustful moans, making the very air around them drip with the sounds of sex.

Grunts and groans, moans and whimpers, the coupling of animals are less ferocious, three bodies in perfect synch, giving and taking pleasure from one another. As she cries out, her body contorting, her arms still held in place by the truck driver, the cabbie uses both hands to spank her ass cheeks, and with a symphony of sounds already in the air, he screams out his own climax. Three voices peal through the night air, a triple decker of bodies writhing in blissful ecstasy, in unison with each other, moving as one mass of flesh.

The sounds fade to soft moans, the shifting of bodies, flesh sliding on flesh. The cabbie extricates himself from the depths of the witch's quivering ass, and stands back, admiring his hand prints standing livid on her pale cheeks. The smile on his face, contentment in his eyes as he tucks his cock into his pants and zips up. 

The truck driver eases forward, and she moves with him, the cabbie reaching to steady her as she wobbles on weak legs. She smiles and kisses the trucker as his cock slips from her trembling pussy. She smiles at him, her mask once more in place, her eyes bright in the lamplight. He reaches forward and grins, touching a finger to the crooked nose, and a robust laugh fills the air, "I must admit, I never thought spending time with a witch would be quite so pleasant, thank you." He takes her hand, turns it palm up and kisses her.

She pulls her dress down over her ass, covering her sopping pussy once again, adjusts the bodice, it covers her breasts but leaves little to the imagination as her nipples try to poke through the gossamer fabric. She turns to the cabbie and says, "OK, let's go, I have a dance to get to."

She climbs into the back seat, and leans back, sighing softly, still trembling as she thinks about the two men.

The trucker departs, and the cabbie soon finds his way back to the road and within minutes pulls up in front of the party. She pays him, tipping him and kissing him, she fairly floats up the stairs, her broom trailing in her hand, turns and blows a kiss just before disappearing inside. 

The party is in full swing, she hands over her invitation and makes her way to the bar, scanning the crowd. She can't tell who anyone is.

She orders a drink and climbs onto a stool, her broom balanced between her thighs, and she smiles, a shiver running along her spine.

The trucker, not happy at having to leave his wicked witch, still kicking himself for not following the cab to its destination starts across the crowded floor, his Zorro mask in place. He stops dead in his tracks, starting at the gnarled broom, his eyes travelling up and over those thighs that so recently hugged his hips. He feels his cock stirring, and he drags his eyes up, seeing those familiar nipples, still trying to poke free of the dress. His strides purposeful, he advances on the unsuspecting witch, his eyes dancing with lust. 

He grabs her broom, tosses it to the floor and jams his torso between her lovely thighs once more. He seizes the back of her head and brings her lips to his, kissing her, bruising her swollen lips even more..."My wicked, wicked witch, I must have you again, now, right here, or you can come quietly to my room, and this time, no sharing."

She gulps, nods, and falls into his arms.