My Delicious Little Witch

Could this be the first time she'd ever taken a load on the face? I wondered. But then I noticed something and I understood her confusion.

My cum glowed a radioactive green.

What the hell is this? I wondered, even as the second squirt rocketed up my tube. But then I understood it was only the UV light. I recalled those CSI shows talking about how ultraviolet light revealed bodily fluids. I guess it just hadn't occurred to me.

The second blast of semen squirted from my cock, thick and copious and florescent. Some of it splattered across her plump lips but most of it disappeared down her throat. Then the true force of my orgasm overtook me.

"Oh god," I moaned, my fist pumping. "Oh shit, that's good."

I sent a third blast across her face, up one cheek and across the bridge of her nose. The next one went on the other cheek. I felt my knees go wobbly and I wondered if I would just collapse.

"Oh god, mister, that's a lot of cum," she moaned. "Keep going, keep going!"

My slut witch was eating it up. Literally. Her jaw moved in helpless pleasure and her tongue swirled around her lips, slurping up all the sperm within reach. Her dusky skin was so sexy in the UV light—smooth and flawless and criss-crossed by stripes of glowing green semen.

I backed up a bit more and stroked out a blast on one of her perfect torpedo-tits, right across her gumdrop nipple, and then squirted the other one. Just the sight of so much cum seemed to make more of it re-generate in my balls instantaneously. With my feet planted wide and my cock throbbing with each intense release, I just stood there and ejaculated like a madman.

"Aw fuck," I shouted, my cock engorged to the bursting point and firing almost painful blasts. "Oh god, baby..."

All this time she'd sat there with her palms on her thighs, but now she reached up and grabbed my ass with one hand. She pulled me closer and leaned forward. Her mouth began to close over the end of my spurting cock while my hand pumped frantically. Another stream of cum splashed across her lips as her other hand reached up to replace mine. She instantly started stroking, matching the same tempo I'd been using. Her warm lips clamped onto my cock head and she took my weakening cumblasts into her mouth.

"Oh, shit!" I yelled. "God damn, that's good."

Just then I glanced over at the two spies.

The two girls still watched, goggle-eyed in disbelief. They had no idea their friend had it in her, I thought.

The I-Dream-of-Jeannie girl gripped the wall and leaned over so far I thought she might fall. Zombie girl twisted one nipple as she stared, her mouth hanging open and her eyes bulging out. Her other arm was still out of sight behind the wall, her shoulder jumping up and down like a sewing machine, jerking off for all she was worth. I wondered if she was working her clit, or fingering her hole, or maybe both. I gave her a smile and she smiled back, her hand working frantically at her crotch.

"Aw, fuck," I shouted. "Swallow it! Drink my cum, baby!"

The witch stroked me like a fiend and mumbled, "Mmmmm, mmmmm!"

I just stood there and emptied my balls into her willing mouth. My spurts grew smaller but the pleasure did not. I grabbed the back of her head and made a big show of thrusting my cock into her mouth. In reality I only put it in a couple of inches but it felt divine and gave the impression that I was throat-fucking her. I knew better and so did she, but we were both going for the big finish.

I shouted, "Fuuuuuuck, baby! I'm still cumming!"

I managed to produce a couple more small spurts. The mouth-fucking hid just how much spooge I was delivering.

"Swallow it! Swallow it!" I yelled.

She flailed her hands around like Dracula being skewered through the heart. I fucked her mouth with half my length and howled like a crazy man. I kept my hand on her head and gave her everything I had left.

Eventually I slowed my thrusts and she stopped waving her arms around. Her head bobbed back and forth and she moaned softly. Pressing the tip of her tongue against the tube on the underside of my cock, she pulled forward and extracted the last few drops. She put her hands on my hips, ran them around to my ass, then up and down my thighs.

Ah fuck, I thought. I haven't cum that hard in years.

My half-hard cock slid in and out of her mouth. At last she pulled away and gave me a shy, proud smile.

"Did you like that?" she asked needlessly.

"Oh baby, you were spectacular," I assured her.

I offered my hand. She took it and wobbled to her feet. We stood side-by-side and gazed at our reflections in the mirror.

She wiped at a streak of semen on one of her breasts and said, "Wow, that's a lot of cum, mister. And it's green."

"You got me so turned on it changed color," I said.

She giggled. "It's just the light, silly."

"Still, you look hot. You should swallow the rest of it."

She looked at me like she was considering it. Her eyes drooped half closed. She licked her lips and said, "Will you help me?"

I wasn't expecting that, but seeing how this once-demure girl had turned into a raging orgasm machine, I shouldn't have been surprised. Smiling, I reached out and swirled two fingers in the cum on one of her magnificent breasts. I pushed it off her puffy areola and swollen nipple, up the firm slope of her chest, over her silver necklaces, up her neck and to her full, pouting lips. She turned her head, took my fingers in her mouth, and sucked them clean.

I withdrew them, shiny with her saliva but devoid of any green cum. I repeated the process with her other tit. My dick was already starting to get hard again.

Noticing my swelling cock, she said, "Ummm, you know I have to get back to work, right?"

"In a minute," I replied, pushing another pile of sticky green sperm toward her lips.

Again she cleaned my fingers. She got in on the action too, scooping warm cum off her face and licking her fingers clean.

I pointed to the big blob in her wig. She took it off and sucked it right out of the hair, then handed me the wig. I put it on one of the clothes hooks. Sure enough, she was a redhead. Her hair was short and she wore it one of those tousled-on-purpose styles, swoops of thick red hair going this way and that. Reminded me of a 1920's flapper girl cut. With her triangular pixie face, oversize eyes, and pouting lips, she was very pretty and very enticing. I knew I wasn't finished yet.

Leaning forward, I kissed her, long and slow and deep. A languid kiss of spent passion, but also with the promise of more to come. One hand reached between her legs and I gently pinched her swollen clitoris.

"I...I really should be going," she stammered.

I countered with, "You think you've got one more in you?"

"Another one? Shit, mister, you've just about wrung me out."

I slipped the first joint of my middle finger into her sopping hole and said, "I bet I can get you off in under three minutes."

She squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand. "I don't know..."

"Three minutes," I insisted, sliding my finger in deeper and cupping one firm ass cheek with the other hand. "Call it an encore presentation," I added with a whisper.

She moaned softly and squeezed her thighs on my hand. She whispered back, "Not for them. But I'll do it for you."

I kissed her again as I fingered her dripping hole.

Louder, she said, "Well, okay, mister. But you better be quick, I have stuff to do."

I withdrew my hands and stepped away. "Hands on the wall," I ordered.

She dutifully put her palms flat on the wall, on either side of the full-length mirror.

"Step back a little," I said.

She complied. This put her sexy black boots about three feet from the wall, her upper body bent at a forty-five-degree angle at the waist. Her lingerie model ass thrust backwards and her long, fishnet-clad legs spread almost twice her shoulder width.

I said, "God, you have a great ass."

She peered over one shoulder and said, "The clock is ticking."

I dropped to my knees behind her, running my hands up and down her long legs. Normally I would take a few minutes to kiss and lick up and down her thighs before I ever got near her pussy, but this was timed event so I dived right in.

I placed my hands on the firm globes of her magnificent ass and slid my thumbs between her slippery mounds. Gently, I spread her pussy, revealing her engorged clitoris. Her entire crotch was shiny with natural lubricant. Her inner thighs glistened and a single drop dangled from her moist hole, hanging like liquid spider on a strand of webbing. Licking my lips to ensure a good seal, I planted my open mouth around her clit.

This was no time for subtlety. I couldn't finger her from back here, but I didn't plan to. I would ignore her sopping vagina and focus entirely on her throbbing clit. I applied some suction and ran my tongue up and down her bump. She moaned.

I love eating a woman from behind, assuming she's clean. After all, my nose could only go one place, poking right at her butthole. But my little witch smelled like fresh pussy on a warm spring morning, slightly earthy, with some kind of floral scent. It was strong, no doubt about it, but it was a clean, sensual smell. I increased the suction a little a lapped my tongue up and down, up and down.

There was another advantage to being on my knees behind this spectacular ass: I was looking right up at Jeannie and Zombie. The big-titty blonde seemed even more unhappy. I think she coveted the orgasms her witch friend kept getting. I don't know why she didn't take matters into her own hands, so to speak, like the saucy zombie chick. The brunette in the torn white dress had both hands out of sight now. One shoulder jack-hammered up and down while the other barely moved. I guessed she was frantically fingering herself with one hand and working her clit with the other. She stared right at me, shamelessly masturbating and getting a thrill that I knew it. Everybody's cumming around here except blondie, I thought. Maybe she's not quite the slut she pretends to be.

My witch moaned louder and pushed her ass back against my face. I increased the intensity another notch.

I think women enjoy being eaten from behind for the same reason so many prefer doggy-style fucking. It felt primitive, like something cavemen do. Plus I suspected they could imagine whoever they wanted back there. Anonymous pounding has a visceral appeal that was, in my experience, almost universal.

I intended to make good on my three-minute promise, though if she got half as excited as last time I doubted she would call me off if I went a little over. I sped up my lapping, slathering her throbbing clit full length. I made my tongue into a firm point and flicked it rapidly on one small area.

"Ah, yeah," she said. "Like that."

I could feel a firm node beneath her supple skin. The highest concentration of pleasure nerves was right here and I focused my efforts on it.

"Ah, ah!" she moaned. "Oh yeah, mister. Just like that!"

I dutifully worked this one small area, increasing the suction and licking a bit harder. Her hand suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head in tight. Keeping her dripping mounds parted with my hands, I sucked and licked like a truck stop hooker, my cock now fully erect. Her moans grew louder and she mashed her ass against my slippery face.

"Yeah, mister! Do it!" she yelled, her legs starting to tense up. "Fucking bring me off!"

Based on her past orgasms, I knew she was getting close. I thought I might actually make the three minute mark. Her ass cheeks clenched up and her long legs began to shake.

"Ah! Ah!" she cried.

Time to finish her, I thought. I flicked my tongue as fast as I could, keeping it firm and hard, focusing on her most sensitive spot. Doubling my suction, I gripped her ass and tensed my legs, pushing my whole body forward to take the shock of her orgasm.

"Oh shit," she shouted. "I cumming, mister! I gonna fucking cum!"

I glanced up at Zombie girl and she silently mouthed the words, "Me too." Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered like a dog shaking off water.

Beneath my mouth, the witch's petite body when rigid as a statue. Slippery fluid spurted from her hole and over my chin. Her fist squeezed in my hair, pulling face against her pussy as she ejaculated again.

"Oh fuuuuuuck," she moaned.

Her sweet liquid trickled over my chin and dripped onto my chest. I just held on and kept the licking and sucking at the exact same pace. Mid-orgasm was not the time for me to do something different.

She moaned and spasmed, her pubic bone grinding against my face. My nose poked at her clenched butthole. I kept licking and she kept cumming.

"Oh god, mister," she said, finally starting to relax a bit. "Keep going. Ah! I'm still...ah!...cumming..."

Zombie girl's mouth hung slack and she nodded in agreement. Her shoulder still jumped and a broad smile curled her lips. Her nipples looked like they might tear right through her frilly pink bra. She bit down on her tongue tossed her head from side to side. I'd been with two women before but never quite like this.

My witch's orgasm seemed to go on forever. I just held on and let her fuck my mouth however she liked. My cock was so hard it almost hurt.

At last her fist relaxed in my hair. Her drenched pussy pulled away a little. I lightened the suction and reduced the licking, bringing her down easy.

"Oh god, mister," she moaned as she wiggled her perfect ass left to right against my face. "That was amazing....mmmmmm...."

She was still cumming a little, or maybe it was post-orgasm euphoria. With women it was hard to tell. I released the air-tight seal my lips held against her mounds and lightly licked the whole length of her crotch, from her dripping hole, over her swollen clitoris, and back again. I slowed the licks, let them grow lighter still. At last I pulled my pussy juice-covered face away.

She remained bent over, both hands back on the wall. From my perspective I could see her bullet-shaped breasts swinging with her heavy breathing. Her head hung down and I saw her looking at me, her smiling face upside down beyond her tits. Liquid coursed down her thighs, over the fishnet hose, with a couple of trickles disappearing into her boots. She reeked of pussy juice and satisfaction.

I could hold back no more.

I stood up and rubbed my rock-hard dick along her moist crack. This was all the warning she was going to get. If she didn't want to get fucked she only had a couple of seconds to use the safe word. But she just looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh hell yeah, mister, go for it."

I aligned my cock, already covered in pre-cum, with her dripping slit. No need for lube here. With one thrust I pushed it in about half way.

"Oh yeah," I moaned.

"Mmmm hmmm," she agreed and pushed back against me.

In spite of all the wetness, she was tight as a three-foot-tall virgin. I wondered if I could even last two minutes in her steaming hole. I pulled out almost all the way and willed myself to relax.

"Come on, do it," she said.

"Oh god yes, I just don't want to shoot it too soon."

"Don't be shy," she replied. "I've been cumming like a freight train all night, so don't hold back, mister."

You asked for it, I thought, and with one firm thrust I crammed my cock in as far as it would go. It filled her tight, clutching hole.

"Yeah, that's it," she moaned. "C'mon, fuck me."

I pulled out and rammed her again, then again, not caring if I spewed. Maybe not caring relaxed me because I pounded her good for a couple of minutes. I said, "Oh fuck, that's good. You like that, baby?"

"Oh yes, mister stranger," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

I had one hand on her narrow waist and the other clutching her neck, holding her in place while I slammed her tight hole. Her grip was so strong it almost felt like anal sex, except with ass-fucking there's just one squeezing opening before it opens up. This was like her whole vagina was made of gripping, muscular tissue.

I felt my balls start to tense up and knew I wouldn't last much longer. Well, she'd told me to go for it, so I would. I said, "Oh god, baby, I'm getting close."

She thrust back against me and shouted, "Do it! Do it!"

I wasn't sure if she expected me to pull out again or if she wanted me to cum inside her. It was both dangerous and rude to make that kind of assumption but I only maybe a minute until I spewed. I said, "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna fill you up!"

"Oh yeah," she panted.

"You ready for my cum?"

"God yes, mister! C'mon, fuckin' shoot it," she demanded. "Fill my pussy with your cum!"

She got nastier every minute. This chick was sure into it, talking trash like a porn star. She was probably a librarian or something in real life and never got a chance to let it all hang out. I guess that's what Halloween is for, right?

I gripped her hips with both hands and fucked her dripping hole with everything I had. My heart was pounding and my breath came in ragged gasps. I had to spew before I passed out. The delicious tension built in my balls as I passed the point of no return.

"Oh god, baby," I shouted, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes! Yes!"

I slammed her a few more times and then locked my hips to hers as I ejaculated deep in her pussy. "Oh god, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming in your pussy!"

"Do it! Do it! Fill me up, mister," she shouted.

I pulled out halfway and slammed in again, releasing another blast of cum in her slippery hole. I shot another thick squirt and then another, moaning like I was dying and digging my fingers into her pale hips.

"I can feel it," she said. "Mmmmm, I can feel you shooting it inside me."

"Oh god, baby, you feel so good," I moaned as fired another thick stream of semen deep in her sopping hole.

I looked up at the two spies. Jeannie scowled with ill-concealed jealousy but the saucy zombie just kept working her pussy. Both her shoulders jumped as she vigorously fingered herself. Her eyes drooped half-closed as she brazenly brought herself to another orgasm. Her jaw hung slack and she twitched like she'd grabbed a live wire.

I fired another bolt of cum up inside my witch. Everybody was moaning except for Jeannie, who just glared. I licked my lips at her and said, "Here's some more cum for you, baby," as I shot more sperm into my girl's dripping hole. Jeannie didn't seem impressed but Zombie grinned and rubbed herself even harder.

Finally my spurts began to lessen. I pushed my cock all the way in, grunted, and emptied my balls deep inside her.

"Oh wow, mister," the witch said, "I can still feel you spurting."

A couple more small squirts and I was drained.

"Oh shit, that was amazing," I offered, holding her in place as my dick softened.

"Mmmm hmmm," she agreed, moving her ass up and down against me. "You sure have a lot of cum. I can feel it way up inside me."

I started sliding my half-hard cock in and out just a little, relishing the feeling of her cum-filled pussy gripping me. A thick mix of my semen and her natural lubrication trickled from her slippery hole, running over my balls and dripping to the floor.

"I'm gonna pull out now," I said. "You probably want to squat straight down so it doesn't run all down your legs."

She giggled, "Yeah that would give us away, huh? With the black light, I mean."

"Yeah, you'd look like a wicked witch for sure."

"Well, I kind of am," she replied and wiggled her ass again.

I said, "You ready?"

She nodded and I backed away, letting my cock slip from her dripping hole. She immediately squatted as a fountain of glowing green cum gushed out. It splattered the linoleum like that stuff inside chem-lights, a florescent emerald goop that made a spreading puddle beneath her.

She peered between her legs curiously. Slipping one finger into herself, she coaxed out another thick splat, and then another. The puddle grew to nearly a foot across and she shook her head in disbelief.