My Delicious Little Witch

"Oh God, that's good," she moaned, picking up the pace.

I must be doing something right.

She kept one hand on the wall for balance but the other remained tangled in my hair. I slid my finger in and out, but only to the second knuckle. Didn't seem like she wanted more since she raised up on her tip-toes when I tried to slide any more in. How could she take a cock? Was it possible that, in this day and age, this sexy young woman could be a virgin?

Her moans grew louder and she ground her crotch into my face. Her damn panties kept getting in the way. I withdrew both hands and reluctantly took my mouth off her throbbing clit.

Instantly she demanded, "No! Don't stop now."

"Gotta lose these, honey," I said, tugging at her moist panties.

Without a word she raised her booted foot off the bench and put it on the ground. In the space of five seconds she shimmied out of her dripping panties, tossed them aside, and put her foot back on the bench.

My mouth again aligned with her gushing pussy, but this time there was no barrier between me and her deliciousness. I planted my lips on her engorged clit, but when I probed her hole with my fingertip she reached down and pushed it away.

"Just your mouth," she gasped.

So I used both hands to knead her firm, high buttcheeks as I worshiped her pussy with my lips and tongue. Getting a good seal on her moist mound, I gave just a little suction and lapped her clit.

"God, yes," she mumbled. "Lick it. Lick me, mister."

I happily obliged, picking up the speed and the pressure. She groaned even louder and I felt her thighs tense up. My gaping mouth made a perfect seal, enclosed her most sensitive parts from hole to bump. Sucking gently, I slathered her swelling clitoris with my tongue. Her groans got even louder. Like before, her whole body grew rigid and began to shake. Her fist tightened in my hair.

"Ah, shit yeah," she said, humping my mouth. "Yes! Oh shit, mister. Keep going, keep going."

I had enough sense to do as I was told, maintaining the same speed and pressure as she mouth-fucked me. In effect she was using me as a sex toy. I was so turned on I thought I might blow my load just sitting there.

"Yes, yes!" she shouted, get louder "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!"

And every muscle in her tiny body turned to stone. She pulled my head in tight, hips spasming as she ejaculated in my mouth. Her fluid flowed over my tongue, a warm and slippery lubricant. Even though I'd been expecting it, the intensity of her liquid orgasm took me by surprise.

Sure, I've seen those "squirter" videos where some tattooed skank spews milk from her hole and fakes an orgasm. But my witch was the real deal. Warm liquid ran in a slow cascade over my tongue, maybe a teaspoon of thick fluid very much like my own pre-cum.

"Oh fuuuuuck," she moaned, humping my mouth and practically pulling out my hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh yes! Keep licking, mister."

I felt her liquid spurt over my tongue and down my throat. Some of it escaped my lips, a warm trickle that ran over my chin and down my neck like olive oil. Massaging her ass with both hands, I kept up the suction and let her use my mouth as she pleased.

She groaned, "Oh yeah! Just like that. I'm still...mmmmm...cumming..."

Her young body shuddered. Humping my lips, I could feel her shaking with pleasure. My cock was throbbing almost painfully and I felt it sliding against the huge slick of pre-cum on my underwear. Glancing up her flat stomach, past her jutting tits, I tried to see her expression but her head was thrown back in passion as she orgasmed all over my face. Then movement drew my attention to the left, up high.

There, peeking over the dressing room wall, were Jeannie and Zombie, the witch's friends from the foyer!

Oh shit, I thought. I'm in trouble now.

My petite witch hadn't noticed them; she just kept riding my face and cumming like a lunatic. I felt like I was devouring a sun-warmed melon, its juices flowing over my face, neck, and under my shirt collar. If not for all the creepy sound effects masking her shouts, everyone in the building would know what was going on.

As I sat there teasing out my girl's orgasm, I made eye contact with the two spies. Both of them had ear-to-ear grins as they watched me work. In my current position I could do little except raise my eyebrows in inquiry. What are you going to do? I tried to ask with my eyes.

The buxom I-Dream-of-Jeannie girl made the "okay" gesture while her sultry undead friend gave me a thumbs-up.

Well, well, I thought. Seems they approve of the show.

Above me, the witch finally started to relax. Her hand loosened and she backed off from grinding her pubic bone into my face.

"Oh shit, oh shit," she mumbled.

I lightened on the suction and cut the speed and pressure of my licks, bringing her down easy. She put her hands on my shoulders and made slow hip-circles against my face. I backed off still more, transferring my licks to either side of her pulsing clit, tracing the shallow folds in her wet mounds. After a few more moments she took her foot off the bench and put it back on the floor.

She held out a hand to help me up. Taking it, I staggered to my feet. I wasn't which of us was more wobbly.

She pulled me close, clutching my shoulders and hooking one leg around the back of my knee. I hugged her tight. I could feel her chest rising and falling, and her breath panting in my ear. For such a tiny thing, she was remarkably strong. She radiated the spent sexuality of a woman who'd spent the weekend with an exceptionally energetic lover. Hard to believe I'd met his demure girl just half an hour earlier. I just held her as she came back to earth.

Clinging to me almost desperately, she planted little kisses on my neck. "God, that was amazing," she whispered in my ear. "I've never ever cum that hard before, not from being licked. I knew I picked the right guy."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I could not in good conscience allow this to go on with her friends watching. Who knows how they might torment her, now that they'd seen their meek friend mouth-humping a total stranger.

Moving my lips to her ear, I whispered, "Your friends are watching us right now."

I expected her to jump from my arms and look around, angry and embarrassed. Instead she whispered back, "I know."

Turns out I was the one to be surprised. I said, "What?"

"Sure," she replied. "How else would they know I really did it?"

"Did what?"

"You know, silly," she breathed into my ear as she rubbed my ass and ground her crotch on my thigh. "This."

So it was all a set up, I suddenly understood.

She said, "Don't be mad, mister. This isn't so bad, is it?"

My hands roamed her body and I said, "Welllll, I guess not."

She giggled and squirmed in my embrace. Then a new thought hit me. If she was aware of our observers but still kept up the pretense that she wasn't, maybe she wants them to see. Of course, I realized. She's giving a performance for her friends, showing them that she's not the meek little thing they think she is. Up until now everything has gone exactly the way she planned.

Well, it's time for me to take charge.

I gripped the back of her neck and planted powerful kisses on her startled lips. After a couple of minutes of heavy making out, I started licking her neck, then her ears. Finally I whispered, "You really want to give them a show?"

"Oh yes," she announced, as if only responding to my attention. "Keep going, mister."

So, we had two different conversations here—the private one between me and the witch, and the noisier one for the benefit of Jeannie and Zombie. This was so fucking hot I could barely contain myself. In fact, I decided it was time to stop containing myself at all. With my last ounce of self-control I breathed in her ear, "If things get too crazy or you don't like what I'm doing, just say 'margarita'."

"What?" she whispered back.

"It's a safe word, something to let me know you're not pretending. That you really want me to stop. Otherwise I'm going to do whatever I want to you. Understand?" My hands roamed her body and I nibbled her slender neck as I spoke.

"Ahh, I get it," she breathed in my ear as she unbuttoned my shirt and threw it aside. "Let's give those two something to talk about."

That was good enough for me. My fingers went to work on the laces of her bustier. I said, "Let's see what you've got here."

The silky top fell into my hands and I tossed it on the bench. Stepping back, I admired her luscious breasts. I was the experienced, older guy introducing a young lady to the carnal pleasures, so I had to stop myself from openly gawking at her audacious tits.

They seemed to defy gravity, poking slightly upward, smooth and dusky in the purple UV light. Medium size and without a trace of sag, they thrust out from her slender ribcage, begging for my attention. Not globes exactly, but more bullet-shaped. Their sleek contours looked streamlined, almost as if they were in motion. And her nipples—oh, God, I couldn't believe it. Perfect half-spheres the size of silver dollars capped her jutting breasts. Swollen pink mounds that protruded boldly from the curves of her firm, young tits. And the puffy areolas were tipped with engorged nipples that poked out even further, like sweet, pink gumdrops.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she thrust her chest out while looking coyly to one side. What a tease.

She obviously knew how awesome her tits were. I needed to be flattering but not overly impressed. Trying to act as if I saw glorious mounds like these every day, I move closer, gently cupped them, and said "Delicious."

Leaning over, I caressed them, careful not to squeeze too hard. These works of art could not be damaged. I sucked at one engorged nipple, then the other. She moaned softly and held my head with one hand while she rubbed my throbbing cock through my jeans with the other. Her tits were so arousing I again wondered if I might cum right in my pants.

After another minute of worshiping her magnificent breasts, I took a half-step back. Her hand continued boldly rubbing my crotch. Without a word I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my pants, and stepped out of them. The linoleum was slippery in my socks so I took them off too.

My underwear was clingy like briefs and came to mid-thigh like boxers. I don't cut the dashing figure I did in my twenties but I'm still a fit guy, pretty muscular, and women seem to like my hairy chest and tight, round ass.

But it was my sexual confidence I was counting on. These three chicks could only be a year or two out of high school. I bet they'd never been with a real man before, just awkward, fumbling kids bluffing it out as they learned their way around the female body and psyche. Trust me, the psyche is much more difficult to fathom.

I grabbed my nearly naked witch by her bare shoulders and moved her to the bench. "Sit," I commanded.

She obeyed. This put her mouth level with my bulging crotch. Perfect, I thought.

Taking a moment to lick a big streak of saliva on each of my palms, I again reached for her breasts. I caressed her jutting tits, gently kneading the breasts as I slid my oily palms across her nipples. She moaned and pressed her chest into my hands, and rubbed my dick more vigorously.

We were both utterly aroused. Knowing two other girls were watching, and they believed we each thought the other wasn't aware of them, made it even hotter. I'll give these two voyeurs a show they will never forget, I thought.

"Put your hands on your legs," I instructed her. I was showing everyone who was in charge, but it also reduced the stimulation of my dick. I had to dial it down for just a minute or I would cream myself, and that wouldn't do much for my image as the older, worldly guy. Wearing only netting armlets and thigh-highs, plus boots and a wig, she sat there gazing expectantly at my crotch.

Stepping up so my throbbing dick was about a foot from her pixie face, I slipped a finger under my waistband. Slowly I slid it left and right, inching my underwear down. My fully erect cock strained at the fabric, which was covered with a giant stain of pre-cum. I saw her eying it and whispered to her, "You're not the only one who's messy."

She nodded but her eyes never left my bulging crotch. I willed my balls to relax. After another few moments of tugging, my cock sprang free. The tension from the waistband had pulled it downward and it sprang out and slapped my stomach before settling in at 45 degree angle, pointing up at her open lips.

Her hands remained palms-down on her fishnet-covered thighs, her eyes on my cock. She's waiting for instructions, I thought.

I'm average hung, just over six inches, and I'm told it's a nice-looking dick. Curved upward a little, well proportioned, the head not too big or small. My balls are a bit oversize and I am a prodigious cummer. This witch was going to get the shock of her life when I gave her my enormous load.

I snuck a look at our two spies—they still hovered motionless, looking over the dressing room wall, enraptured by the steamy scene below them. The girl in the Jeannie outfit rested her huge tits atop the wall, like two fleshy bowling balls tipped by thumb-size nipples that strained against the fabric of her halter top. She frowned a little. I guessed she was the group slut and didn't like being upstaged. However, the zombie girl wore a big grin and seemed all too happy with the entertainment. She had a nice rack too: firm, softball-size breasts encased in a pink bra, clearly visible through wide gashes in her white dress. She had long, flowing auburn hair, an oval face, and narrow eyes that again reminded me of Taylor Swift. Her right hand cupped one breast and pinched at the nipple as she brazenly stared at my dick. I couldn't see her left hand but I noticed her shoulder jumping up and down as the hand busied itself with some unseen activity.

Holy shit, I thought. She's masturbating.

It was so insanely arousing, my knees got weak as I offered my cock to the little witch. I gave the zombie girl a smile and she licked her lower lip in reply. She's really into it, I thought.

To my sexy witch I said, "Suck it, baby. Suck my cock."

It was all so theatrical and I could tell she was as excited as I was. I moved a big closer. Fully half my shaft was shiny with the pre-cum that had been oozing out for the past half hour. A string of thick liquid dripped from the tip like a long, slow drop of honey. She leaned down and caught the drop with her tongue, lifting upwards and slowly licked the underside of my cock head. Glancing up at me, she took my throbbing dick in her hot, young mouth.

"Gently," I whispered. "I don't want to cum too soon."

She slurped me for a minute but then backed off and my dick popped free. I thought she was going to stop but instead she reached around, squeezed my ass, and pulled me closer. Her face dropped lower and she licked at my balls. If she thought that was less stimulating that sucking my cock, she had a few things to learn about male anatomy. I gazed down at her angelic face as she rubbed her cheek on my shaft. Then I realized she was just trying to hide her face from her friends so she could talk without them knowing.

She whispered, "Don't want the show to end yet?"

I shook my head.

"Good," she continued, sliding her lips along my shaft but not touching the head. "I'll take it easy, but you let me know before you shoot it, okay?"

I nodded again, even more aroused that she was so into the deception. Loudly, I said, "C'mon, suck it, baby."

"Okay, mister," she replied, now speaking for her friends again. "I'll take care of you, don't worry."

Her soft lips slid up and down my engorged cock, barely touching me at all. Her hand gripped me with a feather touch. I could barely feel her, which was the only reason I didn't shoot right on the spot. Either she had more experience than I thought, or every time she'd had a dick in her mouth it spewed in a few seconds. Based on her questioning look, I suspected the latter.

I groaned. "Oh god, baby, that's good."

She worked me for a few minutes, bobbing up and down, twisting her hand around the saliva- and pre-cum-moistened shaft. Only two-thirds of my length fit into her tiny mouth. I held her head and tried to force it into her throat but she gave me a venomous glare and I backed right off. I didn't need to hear the safe word to know that she was not going to deep-throat me. Besides, her enthusiastic sucking and deft hand work was wonderful. She smiled a little, knowing I had gotten the message.

I just put my hands on my hips and watched her pixie face slobbering on my cock-head with exaggerated slurping noises. Even over the sounds of cackling ghouls and shrieking female victims that filled the haunted house, I could hear her lips smacking on my dripping cock. I could hear other voices now, mostly women and children screaming at the different frights in the maze. Customers, I realized. Hopefully they would be too distracted to hear all the racket we were about to make.

My witch bobbed forward and back and looked up at me with lust and hopefulness plain on her elfin face. I knew she was looking forward to getting me off. I didn't want cum too fast and spoil the show, or wait so long that her jaw got tired and she started thinking she was doing something wrong.

"Oh, god yes," I said, watching her pouting lips engulf my cock. "Suck it."

She picked up the pace, moaning a little and squeezing harder. The suction increased. Gazing down at her big doe eyes, I thought I saw a sparkle of amusement. She's really enjoying this, I thought. I put a hand on her shoulder and thrust into her willing mouth with increasing force.

"Oh fuck, that's good," I said. "Keep going, baby, you're gonna make me cum soon."

She looked up at me, her anticipation obvious as my shaft plunged in and out of her mouth. She sucked harder and squeezed her fist tighter. I could feel her need to get me off. Tension started building in my balls. Won't be much longer, I thought.

I wanted to blast my load in her mouth so bad, just the thought made my balls swell even bigger. But if I came in her mouth her friends wouldn't see, and what's the point of that? I knew what I had to do.

"Oh god, that's fantastic, baby," I moaned. "You ready for it?"

She nodded and mumbled, sucking even harder and rubbing my balls.

"Ah fuck, I'm getting close," I said, making sure the spies could hear. "I'm gonna cum all over your face."

She kept up her effort but her eyes got big and round. Weren't expecting that, were you? I thought. I made eye contact and gave her a "last chance" look. Her eyebrows pinched together nervously but she kept up the suction, pumping even harder and giving my nuts rhythmic squeezes.

It felt fantastic and I knew I couldn't hold back any more. Her green eyes, enormous and almost fearful, gazed up at me expectantly and she sucked like her life depended on it. The churning in my balls passed the point of no return. Feeling my orgasm building, my thighs tightened and my body started to shake.

"Ah, ah, yeah!" I shouted. "Fuck yeah, baby. Here it comes!"

With some reluctance I pulled my cock from her saliva-coated lips and backed up half a step. I grasped my dripping dick and started pumping.

She gazed at my oily cock, her face a mix of excitement and fear. Her mouth hung open and her tongue danced nervously along her upper lip. She put her hands on her thighs and stared at my cock, her posture erect, like a schoolgirl waiting for her lesson.

I'd give her a lesson she'd never forget.

"Oh my god!" I shouted, fist flying up and down my rigid shaft. "I'm gonna cum!"

I could hold back no more and spewed a massive rope of semen. I nearly passed out, it felt so good to unleash my balls across the face of this lovely young girl. The first squirt laid a thick line up her slender throat, over her chin, across her open lips, ending with a splat on her wig. She blinked at the force and heat of my cum, but she also seemed genuinely surprised.