Scripts- The Wicked Witches
Chapter One - Preliminaries
Halloween is my girlfriend's favorite holiday. In our household, Halloween ranks even more important than Christmas or birthdays. Dee spends weeks getting ready for Halloween, buying and preparing decorations, selecting outfits, and by the time she's finished every year our house has been transformed into a wicked witch's castle.
As Halloween closes in, Dee's libido starts building, and her lingerie becomes increasingly sexier. Halloween night always go well into the early morning hours, and after the Trick-or-Treaters head home, and the Halloween Party breaks up, Dee is what can only be described as frantically horny. All right, let's be blunt, Halloween is a mind-boggling fuck fest at our house, with crazed intercourse under every conceivable lighting, in every imaginable position, and throughout the house beneath various altars of haunted decorations.
As can well be imagined, I was looking forward to this year's Halloween with great anticipation. Halloween was on Saturday night this year, and Dee intended to extend this year's Halloween festivities into a two-day event. The first inkling I received as to the extension of Halloween into Halloween's Eve came late on Sunday evening the weekend before. We were both sweat-soaked and lying on top of the sheets. I was drained, and several shots of my still hot, wet cum were decorating Dee's back, whose similarly sweat-soaked body was lying atop of mine.
Dee whispered into my ear, "This year, I have something really spectacular planned for Halloween."
I nodded my head, "OK..."
She continued, "This year, we are also going to celebrate Halloween's Eve, Friday Night."
I was definitely interested, "Oh, really?"
She kissed my ear, "I'll send you texts all Friday building up to the scenario. It's really going to be hot."
And now for the kicker, "And, honey, no coming until Friday night. Trust me, for this year's Halloween, you're going to need all the cum you've got...."
So, of course, I immediately rolled Dee over onto her back, and got in one more round before the week's build-up commenced!
The week seemed to drag past at a glacial pace, and I was as horny as I have ever been, wondering with expectation just what my devious Dee had conjured up to celebrate Halloween's Eve and Halloween, our first ever two-day (or should I say, two-NIGHT) Halloween celebration.
Finally, Friday, Halloween Eve, arrived.
At Noon precisely the first text arrived, from a hitherto unknown user, "Wicked Witch of the West".
The profile picture was of Dee, in a black witch's hat, her long blonde hair streaming out of the bottom of the wicked pointed hat and across her bare shoulders, with green lipstick and green rouge. To my regret, that is precisely where the profile shot ended. I couldn't hit the "Accept Text from Unknown User" button on my smart phone fast enough.
Wicked Witch of the West texted: "The Halloween's Eve Obedience Spell will be in effect the moment you enter my Castle, Wizard. And enter my Castle on Halloween's Eve you must."
I responded, "Yes, Witch. I am bound to visit your dark domicile every year, the night before Hallowed Night."
Wicked Witch of the West: "When you enter the portal of my castle, you will lose all free will, and must obey your demented Mistress for the night, until dawn frees you."
I succinctly typed, "I must enter your Castle, and I will, come what may."
The messages ended for a couple of hours. Dee knew I had a standing, and quite important, staff meeting right after lunch on Friday and she didn't dare disturb me while I was trapped in it.
About 3:30 I was again at my desk, and wasn't disappointed when the Wicked Witch of the West returned, "My sister is going to assist me tonight."
I knew that Dee didn't have a sister, so I played along, "The Wizard does not know that your sister is again within his realm."
And almost immediately a second text arrived, from yet another new user, "Wicked Witch of the East." With an accompanying profile photograph.
I recognized Johanna, known as "J.O.", one of Dee's closest friends from the local Curves gym where she worked out. Dee and I had gone out with J.O. a couple of times, drinks, dinner, a movie once, a couple of plays, and she was hot, smart and funny. She had a ring on, but barely mentioned her husband, and I had never been able to ascertain if she really did have a husband that she played around on, or just wore the ring to hold the wolves down. Needless to say, after every friendly night out with her, her ample curves nicely packaged, legs always displayed to considerable advantage in stockings, smelling her perfume, and after a friendly hug and light kiss with Johanna, I couldn't wait to get Dee home. We barely got through the door when I was tearing her clothes off. Dee liked things wild and crazy, so she had no complaints whatsoever. I tossed Dee onto the nearest piece of furniture, for in this emergency getting to the bedroom would take far too long, and as quickly as I could I fucked Dee like a wild man while fantasizing that it was Johanna. Dee knew exactly the effect that J.O. had upon me, for while I was pounding into her she asked if I was fantasizing about her hot redheaded friend. But much to my dismay my relationship with Johanna to date had been strictly platonic.
This was a side of J.O. that I had fantasized wildly about, but never previously seen even a hint of, for J.O.'s photograph was a glamour shot both sensual and erotic. She was adorned in a witch's pointed black hat identical to her "sister witch." However, in contrast to the blonde Wicked Witch of the West, J.O. wore scarlet makeup and lipstick, so dark that it was almost black, her long curling bright red hair cascading in ringlets across her bare shoulders, and a handmade straw broom barely concealing her obviously exposed breasts and nipples. One look at the profile photograph of the Wicked Witch of the East, and my cock twitched with a shot of adrenaline as I realized that all of this was going to change tonight.
Wicked Witch of the East: "I am the Scarlet Witch, and I have received special dispensation to cross into my sister's realm just for this Halloween."
Wicked Witch of the West: "This will be a Halloween that you shall never forget, my Wizard."
Wicked Witch of the East: "Our preparations are now complete, and what we have planned for this year's Hallowed Eve and Night will never be effaced from your mind.
Wicked Witch of the West: "The memories we will create tonight will haunt you forever."
Wicked Witch of the East: "I promise you, this will be a life changing pair of nights for your Kingdom."
Then finally, Wicked Witch of the West: "I command you to return to the Castle at 5:00 p.m. sharp, Wizard."
I typed, my heart pounding, "I must obey, oh Witch."
Chapter Two
Into the Castle
At precisely 5:00 in the afternoon, nearly to the second for my anticipation was so great, I stood before the portal to my house. We live far to the north, so evening was already beginning to gather. A magnificent orange and red sunset painted the western sky.
I turned my key and entered, and almost immediately had my breath taken away.
The familiar, comfortable house from which I had departed this morning had vanished, to be replaced by the dark, dimly lit interior of a witch's castle. The entire room was illuminated with large candles. The windows were covered with black, heavy drapes. The corners were revealed by dim, colored concealed bulbs, cobwebs filling them. Fog drifted across the floor, causing the candles to flicker. The walls were now stone, adorned with erotic gargoyles. Family pictures had been replaced by artwork of lovely women in distress, submissive beauties, attractive ladies trapped in leather, girls bound and helpless.
The Wicked Witch of the West stood before me. My blonde MILF had long blonde hair that normally was perfectly coiffured. Tonight it was tangled and loose as it flowed from the folds of her large, pointed, black witch's hat. She wore an emerald green corset highlighted by black lace, the corset matched her makeup, her shaved pussy barely protruded from beneath the hem of her full-length corset. She wore thigh-high green and black horizontally striped stockings, with emerald green spiked heels. Her arms and hands were concealed beneath black elbow length gloves. She held a glistening, sinister witch's wand.
The Wicked Witch of the West commanded, "Wizard, for the entirety of this Halloween Eve, until I release you from my spell, you will do what I command, and whatever I command, and nothing but what I command."
I knew that I was now the Wizard of Oz, trapped like a fly in dark amber and helpless in the witch's spell, "Wicked Witch, I will resist with all of my might, and you shall live to rue this night."
The Wicked Witch of the West gave an evil chuckle, "And let me introduce my assistant for the evening, my sister, the Wicked Witch of the East."
The second Wicked Witch emerged from the shadows and stood next to her sister.
She was the scarlet witch to the golden witch of the West. Her long, wildly curled scarlet hair seemed to extend her black witch's hat to her breasts and back. This witch wore a dark scarlet camisole, closely fitted, with spaghetti straps that barely held her breasts in place, tightly fitting, black lace adorning the bottom ending at the top of her thighs. She wore identical striped stockings and spiked heels as the Wicked Witch of the West, save that her stockings were red and black striped, and her heels were the deepest, darkest red.
There was incense burning, a harsh cinnamon or sage, that charged the room with a thick, musky scent.
The Wicked Witch of the East commanded, "Wizard, remove your clothes for your dark Mistresses, we wish to view your Wizard Cock with no further delay."
The only thing I really wanted to do was to rip my clothes out of the way and to jump these two scorching hot women. But I was starting to get into the scene. I slowly untied my tie, slipped my sports jacket off, unbuttoned my shirt. I told the witches, "Soon I will regain my power, and you two Witches will regret ever using your dark forces upon me." I pulled my shirt out of my trousers, reached to the floor, kicked away my business loafers and peeled my socks off my feet.
I hesitated, "I warn you wicked witches, halt now and release me from your spell while you still can, and I will show my mercy upon you."
The Wicked Witch of the East replied, "As our plans unfold, you may never get the opportunity, Wizard. Now stop talking and get your cock out."
I undid my trousers, unzipped them, and dropped them to the floor. My erection was bulging inside my boxers, and the head of my cock was protruding from the waistband.
The Wicked Witch of the East was clearly impressed, as she had never seen my cock before, "Oh, my, Wizard, very impressive."
The Wicked Witch of the West rested her hand on her "sister's" bare shoulder, "This is the Wizard Cock I've been telling you about for some time. Tonight, Sister, you're going to be able to experience it. Now, Wizard, entirely naked."
I stripped away my boxers and tossed them to the floor. I stood before the two witches, my arms at my side, already sporting a thick, hard erection.
The Wicked Witch of the East was fixated upon my cock, she couldn't tear her eyes from the strength and power and size of my erection. I well recognized the look from wanton, wayward women. She yearned to be filled and stretched by this cock tonight, her body was screaming at her to be possessed by this cock tonight.
The Wicked Witch of the West interrupted her revelry, "Wizard, hold your arms out."
I haughtily replied, "For one last time, I warn you, wicked witches. Stop now and save yourself from my wrath."
The two wicked witches just laughed. Each witch stepped up and secured a heavy leather cuff around my wrist, one emerald green and one deep scarlet. Each witch then clipped a short black leather leash to "her" cuff.
And they led me to the bedroom. When we opened the door, I was not surprised in the least to see our entire room transformed. All of the furniture save the four-poster bed had been removed. One large chest dominated the center of the floor, illuminated by dim red and green beams, with a pair of large candles atop it. An ornate chalice, a glistening golden cup large enough to be a bowl, was centered upon it. It was decorated with numerous nude couples intertwined in pornographic positions. I noticed that futons had been placed to the side of either bedpost, at the foot of the bed.
The rest of the room was flickering orange shadows, harsh stone and wood, cobwebs, dense fog filling the corners and concealing the edges of the bedroom. It was impossible to tell how large the bedroom was at this moment.
I was unceremoniously led to the bed by the two witches, forced to kneel upon the foot of the bed, facing away from the headboard, my knees at the edge of the mattress. Simultaneously, each witch secured the leather cuffs and wrists to one of the posts, red to the left, green to the right.
The Wizard was now entirely vulnerable, unable to escape whatever perversions the two witches intended.
The Wicked Witch of the West leaned in front of me, lifted my chin, and explained my fate for the evening, "Wizard, we have tired of your powers, and your rule of this kingdom. We are sick of your goodness, your honesty, your fairness. The people of Oz are ecstatically happy with your reign. All of that changes tonight. We have cast powerful spells over Oz, but they must be activated tonight, as their powers will fade at first light. In just a few moments, my sister and I will milk your cum out of your balls and cock. Once we are in possession of your male seed, we shall cast our overreaching spell. The instant that our spell is culminated, the women of Oz will forget themselves, they will lose their chastity, their purity. They will become desperate for fucking, frenzied for a cock to fill them, their only thoughts hedonism and sensuality. The men of Oz will respond precisely as you might expect. Wizard, on Halloween your empire will collapse in crazed orgies and nightlong fuck sessions in every house and bedroom of the Emerald City. We shall exert control over the women of Oz, and they in turn will control the men. You shall no longer command Oz. The Witches of the East and West will return to domination, as is our right. And your cock will have unleashed the change. And now, Wizard, behold two women of Oz, formerly chaste and decent. You will see them transformed before your very eyes this eve, knowing that every female of Oz will share their fate this Halloween."
While the Wicked Witch of the West had been educating me, the Wicked Witch of the East slipped out of the room, unnoticed by me, as I was absolutely enthralled by the Blonde Witch's scenario that she was painting. The Scarlet Witch now returned, leading two extremely attractive women into the bedroom by leashes, secured to leather collars around their necks, their hands bound behind their backs, leather ball gags filling their mouths.
It was now the Wicked Witch of the East's turn to enlighten me, "As we consummate the spell, you shall see and enjoy these lady's transformation into sluts. You will fuck both of these women, and they shall desperately plead for more from you."
I vaguely recognized the two women, they were two clients of Curves, like Dee and J.O., although I had never met them. I had seen them entering or leaving the gym on those occasions when I dropped or picked up Dee. The first woman was an absolutely gorgeous blonde, maybe 30. Her blonde hair was extremely thick and full, and barely reached the top of her shoulders. She was beautiful, with a spectacular body, but her most impressive features were her full, prominent breasts that dominated her chest and her body. The second woman was older, probably in her late 30's or early 40's, also beautiful, with long, curly dark brunette hair that reached to her mid-back. She had a spectacular smile and a gorgeous face, somewhat marred by the black gag filling her mouth, with long legs and an amazing ass, but not particularly large breasts. Her body reminded me of Dee's in many ways.
The Wicked Witch of the East continued, "These two beautiful women were hand selected by us to serve as the conduit of our spells. I selected the older brunette because her body so resembles that of my sister. The Wicked Witch of the West picked the hot blonde, because she knew her gorgeous rack would entice you. We abducted these women, and have captivated them. Now they are bound, helpless to prevent the changes that we shall impose upon their bodies. And you shall have the distinct pleasure to observe their transformation as the spell is consummated, with your unwilling participation of course."
I felt the Wicked Witch of the West settle in closely behind me, "I think it's time to begin the procedure, don't you Wizard?"
I remained in the scene, "Never, I shall not let you defile my body."
Then the Wicked Witch of the East reached for my cock, and began to knead it. My response was automatic, as my cock began to pulse and tense while it grew to its full power.
The Wicked Witch of the East released the most hideous, demonic chuckle, "Oh, I don't think so, Wizard. Your head and heart might resist us, but your cock and balls will give us what we need."
The Wicked Witch of the West, as if on cue, started to massage my balls, whispering into my ear so that the scene wouldn't be broken: "Lift your ass up, wizard, spread your legs for me, good boy, what you want to do now is to relax."
Loudly enough for everybody to hear, the Wicked Witch of the West announced, "Wizard, I have cast an arousal and ejaculation spell upon my wand, which I am now going to insert into your ass. The wand will stimulate you, to give us a monster ejaculation. Because we want all of your cum, Wizard. For the spells we intend to cast, we want, we need, we desire every drop of your cum."
The Wicked Witch of the East started to stroke my cock, "And we do want all of it, Wizard, and we mean ALL of it." I drew in an involuntary gasp, as I felt the tip of the wand hesitate for just a moment at my ass.
The Wicked Witch of the West gave a superb wicked witch's cackle, "I'm now going to take your ass, Wizard, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
I cried, in scene, "No, NO!!!"
The wand slipped steadily into me, relentless, determined, until it found its spot. I don't know what Dee had done, but either the wand was coated with some substance or it had a mild electrical charge, for my entire ass, balls and cock began to tingle, and I began to involuntarily gasp. It was blunt and thick and forced its way inside me without mercy, stretching my ass to its very limits.
The Wicked Witch of the West began to work the wand in a slight circle, slightly pressing, then barely relaxing, then rotating in the other direction. She chuckled, "You, see, Wizard, resistance is futile. My wand is controlling you, your ass will accept my wand and enjoy it, Wizard."
By now the Wicked Witch of the East was working my cock with both hands. Her left hand massaged my head, her thumb underneath it, teasing it. Her right hand was giving me slow, steady, consistent, firm strokes. She whispered into my ear, "I've wanted to have your cock in my hand since the first time I saw you."
More loudly, she proclaimed, "That's right, Wizard, enjoy my strokes. Let that big load build up in your cock, for this evil Wicked Witch to stroke out of it in a huge explosion. I think you like my hands on your cock, don't you Wizard?"
I replied, a bit desperately, "No, no, I don't like it, and I won't come for you."
She repeated her own distinctive, sinister chuckle, "That's what your lips are saying, Wizard, but your cock is telling me a different story."
She kept stroking me with one hand at full length, all the way down to the balls, then up the shaft, working the purple of my cock as if it were an erotic gear shifter. And, trust me, she was working hard to polish the knob. To keep with the scenario, I was exerting every ounce of self control I could muster to avoid from exploding onto her hands.
Tendrils of misty smoke were drifting around me, encircling the two women and my bound body, causing the candles and spotlight's illumination to flicker wildly, throwing sensuous shadows everywhere.
Then the Wicked Witch of the East turned up the heat even more, as if that were possible.
She pulled the blonde woman of Oz forward by her leash. She was covered by a loose black robe, which the Wicked Witch of the East stripped away in a single violent movement. The blonde was wearing a red gingham dress, the fabric that any Kansas country girl might wear, but form fitting with red spaghetti straps over her shoulders, barely covering her full breasts. It was obvious that her breasts were so firm, and the dress so tight, that no brassiere was necessary. The Wicked Witch of the East for a brief moment stopped working my cock, slipped her dark red, nearly black fingernails underneath one strap of the blonde's dress, and peeled it away and down, exposing the full glories of the lush curves of a single breast.
The Scarlet Witch reached behind the blonde's back, lifted her forward towards me, "Wizard, why don't you feast on this breast, that should get your cum boiling."
With that, her hand returned to my cock, as I eagerly began sucking that glorious nipple into my mouth, and began devouring the entirety of her breast with my lips, tongue and teeth. The blonde began moaning through her gag.
Sure enough, that did the trick, for the Scarlet Witch exclaimed, "How wonderful, the first drops of pre-come."
With that she ceased rubbing the knob of my cock, and pulled the brunette woman of Oz forward. She reached her hand behind the brunette's head, and unbuckled the ball gag. The brunette's eyes were wide open with a look of astonishment. The scarlet witch commanded, "Mouth open, dark woman of Oz." The brunette opened her mouth and licked her lips, the look across her face turned from wonder to anticipation. The Wicked Witch now instructed, "Tongue out, woman." The brunette never hesitated, and pushed her tongue erotically forth from between her still pursed lips.
The Scarlet Witch used her index finger to gather the dribling of my pre-come, placed it upon the brunette's tongue, and ordered, "Swallow." The brunette took my first drops of cum upon her tongue. When she withdrew it into her mouth, what happened amazed all of us.
The brunette's entire body swayed as she tasted my cum. Her neck arched and her lips opened involuntarily in a shuddered gasp. She was out of breath, and we could barely hear her whisper, "So good, what I wanted, so good, so wonderful." I really wondered if she had climaxed just at the taste of my cum. She leaned her body against the bed to steady herself, and closed her eyes tightly shut as sheer bliss swept across her face. She looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary.
Dee whispered into my ear, "This is a huge fantasy of hers. Your cum is the first cum she has ever tasted in her life besides her husband. She has been fantasizing for years with me about swallowing strange cum, and you just gave it to her. I think she climaxed simply tasting your cum upon her tongue."
I boggled, and returned to the wonderful breast in front of me, using my teeth to bite the other spaghetti strap, pull on it, and release her second breast. Now I had a glorious matched pair to maul.
I knew I was starting to build and couldn't possibly hold off much longer, and wanted every second with those breasts that I could conceivably get. I sucked one nipple hard into my mouth, drawing an exclamation from behind the ball gag, then bit lightly, pulling her nipple out from her breast, shifting instantly to the other one, sucking as much as her tit as I could get into my mouth, then beginning to nibble, then lightly bite, then attacking. From the noises that she was making, I knew that the blonde would be fingering her clit to orgasm if she wasn't bound, and that the frustration and lack of control was driving her frantic.
Now the Scarlet Witch started speeding up her strokes, long, fast, firm, drawn out. She was openly milking me now.
With her free hand she reached forward for the chalice, "You know, Wizard, something tells me we're going to be needing this in just a few moments."
Behind me, the Blonde Witch stopped massaging my balls, she gripped them firmly, and began to knead them. At the same moment, she began to openly fuck me with the wand up my ass.
I knew I was right on the edge, and shouted out, "No, NO, I won't!"
The familiar voice of the witch behind me urgently commanded, "Come for us now, Wizard, come for us."
The scarlet witch joined in, "We want to see your cum, Wizard, give it to us, give in to us, surrender, surrender, yield, let it go, let everything go."
I heard the brunette woman softly whispering, under her breath, in a quiet voice of the Deepest arousal, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh yes...."
I drove my head in between the two delectable breasts, savoring her perfume, and suddenly I was beyond any scene. I gasped out, "I'm coming, I'M COMING! Don't stop, make me come, MAKE ME COME!"
The Wicked Witch of the East began giggling, "Well, Wizard, I think it's time for the chalice."
The Blonde Witch of the West started chanting, "Yes, come for us, come for us right now, Wizard, surrender your cum to the witches, give it to us, right now, NOW!"
I felt the cool metal of the rim of the cup beneath my cock, and then gloriously I was exploding. I began grunting in ecstasy and intensity. The Scarlet Witch kept stroking strong, steady, powerful shots of cum exploding out of me.
As I sagged, completely drained from the strength and duration of my continuous string of intense cum shots, I felt the Wicked Witch mercifully withdraw her wand from my well stretched ass.
Chapter Three
Spells Cast
The two Wicked Witches opened the heavy lid of the massive chest (which I had never seen previously, it had obviously been obtained by Dee specifically for this scene), and dense clouds of mist and vapor issued forth. The Wicked Witch of the West reached in, and emerged with a small, pitch black cast iron cauldron, smoking the moment it emerged.
The chalice, still filled with my monstrous load of cum, fit perfectly into the cauldron.
The light Wicked Witch and scarlet Wicked Witch began chanting (obviously inspired by Shakespeare's famous witch scene from Macbeth):
Round about the cauldron go
Filled with the Wizard's power flowed.
Mixed with the seed of oyster fresh
Emissions of Women tensed
Chocolate added bitter and hot
And earth beans nectar quite a lot.
They added a simple clear liquid, then the witches rubbed the wet pussies of the two other women from Oz with their index fingers, which they used to mix the contents of the chalice. Next they inserted two dark objects, which from the aroma was nothing more than chocolate and coffee in reality, but highlighted beneath the flickering light and smoke looked both sinister and wicked.
Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn, and chalice bubble.
Women of Oz, modest and chaste.
Purity and faith fly, make haste.
Now replaced with need, desperate and hot.
Former virtues allowed to rot.
Pussies now itch
And clits too throb
Marriage vows no longer shall hitch
What they desire is any man's knob
Double, double toil and trouble
Fires burn and chalice bubble
The Wicked Witch of the West now lifted the chalice, raised it to the lips of the Scarlet Witch, who opened her mouth and tilted her head back. The Scarlet Witch turned her eyes towards me. The Blonde Witch poured a portion of the contents of the chalice into her mouth. I watched the Wicked Witch of the East work her throat as she swallowed.
The Blonde Witch now transferred possession of the chalice to the Scarlet Witch. In turn, the Wicked Witch of the West obediently parted her lips, locked eyes with me, and tilted her head back. In a moment, the Wicked Witch of the East raised the chalice, and deposited some of the contents down the throat of the Blonde Witch.
My mind staggered at the eroticism of the scene, played out amidst tendrils of smoke and vapor, illuminated by wildly shifting shadows and orange glare.
They resumed their chanting:
Fevered and frantic, moistened and damp
Any bed or couch shall serve as their ramp
Man's cock shall scratch their itch
Man's emissions shall make their bodies rich
Lovely wives transformed into sluts
Sexual pleasure and lust fulfilled they must
The Wicked Witch of the West, her long blonde hair shimmering in the erotic lighting, moved to the Brunette Woman of Oz, who stood motionless and quivering before her, helpless and doomed. The Scarlet Witch held the chalice. The Blonde Witch reached her thumbs into the chalice, lifted her wet digits to the brunette's temples, and lightly pressed the Woman of Oz's head back all the while rotating her thumbs, with dark and demented verses:
No longer your wedding vows shall weld
With any hard cock you desire to meld
Your pleasure is all you seek
Transformed into harlots this evening you will
This spell unless broken shall last one full week
Man's semen your drink you can't get your fill
The brunette started to openly moan and shiver. The Wicked Witch of the West received the chalice from the hands of the Scarlet Witch, raised it to the hapless woman before her, and fed her the contents of the chalice. The brunette woman reacted as if electricity was running through her.
The scene was so amazing, so perverted, so sexual, that I believed it just might be true. And, at that very moment, fantasy had transcended to become reality.
After the Blonde Witch had her way with the darker of the pair from Oz, the Wicked Witch of the East stepped forward to the remaining victim, who similarly remained frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, her breasts still exposed with hard nipples, about to be sacrificed in some terrible manner, and utterly unable to save herself.
The chalice transferred to the hands of the Blonde Witch, the red-haired witch similarly dipped her thumbs into the remaining concoction, lifted her wet thumbs to the beautiful blonde whose chest was heaving, and used her thumbs to push the blonde's head back until she was staring at wherever the ceiling was hidden deep in the shadows:
Virtue and purity now cast aside
A strong masculine stud you seek to ride
All parts of your body he may seek to rend
Great pleasures will in you become then un-penned
Your flesh most intimate to man you shall lend
Fevered and frantic, coupled you shall together in frenzy spend.
The Wicked Witch of the West handed the chalice to her sister Witch. The blonde woman of Oz was whimpering and begging, "Please...please." The chalice was raised by blood red fingernails, placed at scarlet open lips, its base elevated, and the remaining contents deposited down the throat and into the hungry stomach of the other woman of Oz, who had surrendered herself to perversions dark and demented without hesitation or pause.
At this moment, the air crackled and pulsed with sexual intensity. It was so electric and heated that I could barely breath. We all knew at this instant that the four women, two blonde, one brunette, and one red-headed were overwhelmed with the need to be stretched, filled, rubbed and stimulated until their bodies exploded.
Spells had definitely been cast over all of us....
Chapter Four
The Women of Oz
The two Wicked Witches turned to my side, unfastened my wrist restraints, and pulled me onto my back and up the bed. They clipped leashes to my wrists from the opposite posts, such that my hands were bound right by my head. I could move them a few inches in either direction, but not far enough to get up from the bed or escape my position. Each woman of Oz now had possession of one of my feet, and secured them spread-eagled.
The Scarlet Witch sat on my chest, facing me, and knelt forward to talk intimately to me, while the Wicked Witch of the West settled in between my legs. The Blonde Witch began stroking my cock again, not particularly needed as watching the hot scene as a voyeur had already gotten me hard again. My last double fucking of my girlfriend five nights ago was a long time ago, and one cum shot, no matter how hard and powerful, was barely enough to take the edge off. I still had a lot of energy built up inside of me, which I desperately needed to release.
Unfortunately, I shortly ascertained that the two Wicked Witches had very particular plans for me and my cock, of a radically different nature. With my hands and ankles securely trapped and the Scarlet Witch sitting astride my chest, I was completely pinned to the mattress like a trophy butterfly.
The Wicked Witch of the East leaned into me, and opened her mouth to share some deep soul kisses, with considerable tongue work. Meanwhile the other Wicked Witch steadily and surely brought my cock to its full attention. The Scarlet Witch, following our intimate make-out session, slipped out of scene, but quietly enough that the other three women couldn't hear.
She taunted me, "Dee told me that after our evenings out together, she barely got inside the door before you practically tore her clothes off, and fucked her like a wild animal. That's how you wanted to fuck me, wasn't it?" She lightly kissed me and I responded, "Yes, every time I'm near you I want to drive my cock hard and rough into you until you scream for mercy." She continued, "You want to fuck my hot body rough and nasty, don't you Wizard?" I looked into her eyes, "That's exactly what I want to do to you, I want to see how deep I can pound my cock into your hot body, every possible way I can take you."
The first fantasy of the night was now revealed, "Next weekend Dee and you and I are going to have a three-some, and that hot blonde mistress of yours is going to watch you do your best to fuck me into oblivion. Then I'm going to rub my clit while you do the same to her, and Dee told me how demented and perverted you are."
That sounded really good to me, and I told her so with a passionate kiss.
That fantasy brought my cock to its full size and stiffness again.
The Scarlet Witch turned and looked over her shoulder at her Witch sister, "Prepare the Wizard for the next step, sister. I believe the Women of Oz are starting to react to the spell, and are discovering needs that must be fulfilled. And we wouldn't want to disappoint our guests, now, would we? Dear Sister, ready the Wizard."
The Wicked Witch of the West fondled and manipulated my cock with expert hands. Then she grasped my balls firmly, and wrapped a band around the top of my balls. Without a moment's hesitation, she bound the base of my cock in another tight band.
The Blonde Witch gave a sinister chuckle, "Now the Wizard cannot come until I release him from his bondage."
With that, the Wicked Witch of the East wrapped a blindfold around my eyes, so that I could not ascertain who was doing what to my helpless body.
I heard the Wicked Witch of the West pronounce from between my spraddled legs, "Women of Oz, mount the Wizard, one ride his cock until you are exhausted, the other straddle his face until the other has reached her limit of Wizard cock."
With that, it began. I very much wish that I could relate what transpired over the next hour or two. In the first place, I was blindfolded, and had no concept of time...just of a jumbled succession of tight pussies gripping my cock and frantically jerking and twitching as they came wrapped around it. At the same time, a second succession of horny pussies writhed across my face, wet, hot, squirting more frequently than I would have hitherto imagined.
Two moments were unbelievably memorable.
An incredibly erotic smelling, sweet tasting pussy descended upon my mouth. I don't know what brand of perfume she was wearing, but it was enticing, earthy, spicy. It was the first one, so per the Wicked Witch of the West's instructions, I knew that it was one of the Women of Oz, but whether the smoking hot young blonde with the superb chest, or the extremely sensuous older brunette with the hungry eyes and teasing smile, I would never know. I worked her pussy slit and clit hard with my tongue and lips, and she responded almost immediately. I could hear her moans and whimpering, synchronized perfectly with the tremors that were running through her pussy. Her pussy began twitching against my face, and her thighs began trembling on either side of my face. Suddenly she called out frantically, urgently, demanding, "FINGERS!" I knew what she wanted, and instantly slipped two fingers into her demanding pussy, and inserted my thumb up her ass. Her entire body went frantic and then exploded against me. She was so far gone that she could only emit a strangled groan as she came. I could feel her entire body quivering atop and around me, then she suddenly called out loudly, firmly, without any hesitation, "AGAIN!" So this time I started actively fucking her asshole with my thumb, pressing my two fingers hard against her G-Spot. She only lasted an instant longer the second time, and repeated her sexual climax. Suddenly she popped up from me and I could feel her body bounding down the bed, causing the mattress to bounce. She sounded absolutely crazed and desperate, "I NEED HIS COCK IN ME NOW!" A hot, tight pussy descended upon my mouth almost immediately, and I suspected it was the Scarlet Witch willingly giving me a pussy that I had wanted to taste and bring to climax since the first moment Dee had introduced me to her. The Wicked Witch whispered into my ear, teasingly, "Guess what, Wizard?" At that very moment a second hot, tight pussy, a pussy that was very wet indeed, was without warning driven hard down upon my cock. So, needless to say, I became badly distracted from that instant forward.
Later, much later, another incredibly hot, tight pussy was wrapped firmly around my cock, riding me efficiently and expertly, when suddenly I felt an extremely odd sensation. I realized that it was a wand, possibly the same one that had fucked me up the ass while I was receiving a demolition handjob, and it was being inserted up the ass of whichever woman was riding my bound cock. I suddenly felt the pussy absolutely go wild and frantic around my cock, and I heard a woman's unfamiliar voice literally scream, "COMING!" Her hips suddenly drove down on my hips, and as I felt the wand plunder her ass, her pussy gripped my cock desperately, tensing and pulsing. My cock was suddenly soaked, and I realized that the anal penetration by the wand had taken this woman to a nearly instantaneous squirting orgasm. The wand remained up her ass and kept fucking her, and another scream, almost in agony this time, "AGAIN!"
And repeat....
It wasn't as if I could take notes, and this went on for a long time, as the Wizard's cock and mouth existed merely to provide titillation to four women.
It was pure bliss, and it seemed to last an eternity. But, eventually, all four women were entirely fucked out, and my cock and balls were aching.
The Wicked Witch of the West made the call, "Well, ladies, I believe we have all had more than our fill of Wizard cock and mouth. I believe he has earned a release, don't you?"
The Wicked Witch of the East was back at my head, stroking my hair, "Absolutely, Sister Witch, why don't you do the honors?"
The Blonde Witch became commanding again, "Women of Oz, time for your reward, place your heads on the Wizard's stomach."
I felt two heads settle in, below my waist and just above my cock.
With that, the Scarlet Witch removed the blindfold. The room remained barely illuminated with candles, and a few drifting tendrils of smoke or fog still lingered in the room. The Wicked Witch of the East held my head, nestled in between her ample, perfect breasts. All that I could see in front of me was a mound of intermingled blonde and brunette hair, spread in a wave over my body, covering me like a sheet.
Without ceremony or warning, the blonde Witch stripped away the bands preventing my balls and cock from spraying cum all over the four women before they were finished with me. My cock and balls began tingling as if needles were running through them, as blood returned.
My own personal Wicked Witch taunted, "Don't worry ladies, once his cock recovers, he'll be blasting cum in a shower in just a few moments. He's supercharged."
She began fondling my balls, and then her fingers found my cock, and went to work.
By now I had already recovered, and I knew she was entirely correct, I was right on the edge, and those sensations were conquering my cock and balls.
Each Woman of Oz had her own hand buried deep at her crotch, and were clearly furiously masturbating themselves.
The Wicked Witch's hand kneading my balls opened, and her fingers slipped beneath me. I suddenly realized what was coming next. This time, my pleadings were real, "No, please witch, not that, please witch...no...." Just as before when my pleadings were faked for the scene, the Wicked Witch of the West ignored me, and penetrated my ass with her wand again.
The Blonde Witch gave her sinister wicked witch cackle, "You have no choice, take my wand up your ass, Wizard. As it stimulates your ass and balls, it will consummate the spell that has been cast with your cum over the Women of Oz. All over the Emerald City right now, the Women of Oz are riding cocks, on all fours taking cocks from behind, on their back with legs spread wide, their pussies being pounded by hard cocks. "
With that, she began firmly stroking my cock, and fucking me with her wand. As before, my thighs were trembling, my hips arching, balls and cock tingling.
The Wicked Witch of the West in real life well knew her way around my cock, and after having my cock being ridden to oblivion by not less than four smoking hot women without coming, it only took a few moments.
Sure enough, those talented hands that I knew so well, tonight with dark green fingernails, stroked me off in record time. Holding out any longer was simply inconceivable. I couldn't have lasted a minute, before I was bellowing like a berserk bull. I pressed my head into the pillowed breasts that were cushioning my head, dug my heels into the bed, roared and delivered what felt like five minutes of lightning shots of cum everywhere.
I felt total exhaustion begin to overwhelm me, but I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to observe the two Women of Oz arise from my stomach.
The brunette Women of Oz must have taken my first blast, for a thick, prominent shot of cum extended across her face, beginning with her chin, adorning her mouth and nose, up her cheek, decorating her ear, and into her hair.
The blonde Women of Oz had clearly taken the remainder of it, for her entire face was cum-covered, with liberal quantities of my cum smeared, splashed and dribbled all over her chin, mouth, lips and face.
What a mind boggling sight to fall asleep to!
Chapter Five
A Midnight Spell
Hours later, I woke up again. The hour must have been late for the house was empty, except for Dee cuddled up against my body. I felt that she still had her stockings on, but nothing else. All the light, candles and smoke were out in the house. It wasn't the Wicked Witch's castle anymore, it was just my house again, at least until Halloween tomorrow.
It was extremely common for Dee and I to have a middle of the night fuck session, unscripted, unplanned, spontaneous, pitch black, no lights, just our naked flesh, possibly a few lace scraps of silky fabric wrapped around her more intriguing curves, frantic crazed couplings in the middle of the night, the time unknown, the duration uncertain, the sex incredible, the climaxes amazing, deep sleep always following.
So I was not surprised when I felt Dee stirring beside me.
I knew where we were going when she began to lightly stroke my cock, building it up to the granite state that she so desired, as it always afforded her the rough, vigorous, driving fucking that she relished, and which never failed to pummel multiple climaxes from her body.
She supplied the dialogue, "So how did you like your visit with the Wicked Witches, dear?"
I responded with the obvious, "Absolutely unbelievable. I didn't know that I could come so hard and long."
She gave a little, light giggle, "And I can promise, you, wizard, that Halloween will offer you a whole lot more."
That was all it took, as my cock rose to full hardwood.
She uttered a little noise, half gasp, half breath drawn in, and leaned forward to commence nibbling upon my ear, "You horny bastard you, you've been wanting to fuck Johanna since the first moment you set eyes upon her. And you do know, she fucked you tonight, without you knowing it?"
I sighed Deeply, "Oh, yes, did she ride me?"
Dee kept up her ministrations, "The Scarlet Witch rode the Cock's wizard and face anonymously, and I might add that she seemed to enjoy both a great deal. She came extremely hard, but kept quiet so as not to give herself away. You should have seen the look on her face as reached her climax using your cock. The Wicked Witch of the East appeared to be quite well satisfied with Wizard Cock...well enough satisfied that next weekend we're going to give you a threesome. But you have to promise me to save something for the Blonde Witch, while you're fucking Mrs. Johanna into oblivion. J.O. wants the full treatment from you, Mr. Wilson, I told her how you've been fucking me after our nights out together. So, how does a couple of drinks Friday night for happy hour sound, followed by multiple happy hours at our home together immediately thereafter?"
I gave the Blonde Witch her answer, by violently yanking her astride me, putting my straining cock at the entrance to her pussy, grabbing her ass cheeks, and pulling her onto me. This wasn't the Kama Sutra with carefully scripted sensual positions. This was the hard, rough, animal fucking which both of us needed.
There were no complaints, I might add, except for a strangled, "Oh yeah, so good, SO GOOD!"
Dee began slowly riding me, as she always did, starting slow and steady, permitting things to heat up. I reached out for her breasts, kneading and massaging them, pinching her nipples, precisely the way she wanted, "J.O. knows how you've been fucking me fantasizing about her, and wants you to fuck her without restraint, using her any and every way your dark, perverted mind can come up with."
I told her in no uncertain terms that this was a really good idea....
Dee leaned into me, her pace starting to increase, and she began to lightly thrust her hips down upon my cock. Her breathing became slightly more forced and shallow and ragged. She was still a long way away, but we were well along our journey together.
She kept arousing me, "And how did you like my blonde friend with the great breasts, wasn't she hot?"
I replied, fervently, "I only got to suck her tits, I really wanted to watch them bounce as I fucked her, and I really REALLY wanted to slide my meat in between them until I decorated her neck with my cum."
My blonde witch continued, "We met at Curves, and I convinced her to come play with us last night. And, if you're lucky, stud, the Blonde Woman of Oz is going to show back up for Halloween. Funny, I almost forgot, I have something extremely fascinating to relate to you. You, my stud, are going to find this so fascinating. The blonde's name is Mrs. P.J., and she has an extremely demented fetish she wants us to fulfill."
I could barely gasp out, for Dee had started to increase the pace and intensity of her ride, and we were both starting to lather up, "Tell me more..."
Dee gave her little sexual giggle, "Well, it seems as if P.J. has an anal fetish. She wants to get her ass fucked, and wants to experience some intense anal play. P.J. has a nice, tight virgin ass. Her husband thinks anal sex is dirty, and won't even give her his finger up her ass. "
I tried to ask, "Does she..." but Dee filled in my thoughts, "I explained to Mrs. P.J. what surrendering her ass to you entails, and she didn't even hesitate. She wants to wear your tattoo on her lower back for the rest of her life, and her pussy squirted all over my face as she promised to surrender her ass to you for all eternity. And she wants for me to become very intimate with her. That's how we're going to spend Veteran's Day weekend, Mr. Wilson, wrecking that hot blonde's virgin ass. Her husband is out of town on business, and she wants her fetish fully satisfied, with no restraints. No matter HOW MUCH she might plead for mercy."
She stopped her action for an instant, "Don't you DARE come, hold it, hold it good, I'm going to take MY pleasure now, and no coming from you."
Sure enough, Dee's pelvis and pussy suddenly went crazy atop and around me, she began pounding me like a piston that was out of control, but not for long. She uttered a strangled screech that cut off as her entire body tensed, pulsed and went absolutely rigid atop and around me. I could feel her pussy throbbing as she came, and I could feel her pussy juices running down my thigh as she squirted all over my cock.
It was all too familiar, but it was a sensation that I never, ever tired of. I could feel her entire body trembling, as tremors ran through her pussy muscles, then she began to slowly, imperceptibly, move again, building towards a second and final climax that would dwarf this first one, no matter how intense and powerful it had seemed at the time. And, of greatest significance, I would be permitted to join Dee's repeat performance.
I couldn't stand it any longer, and just had to ask, "And the brunette MILF?"
The Blonde Witch was out of breath, but she managed to gasp, "That gorgeous hot brunette is Mrs. Laura. Did you like her?"
It was my turn to gasp, for Dee was beginning to speed up to terminal fucking intensity and velocity, "Oh yeah, she was smoking hot. I wanted to do her."
Dee started laughing, "Wizard, you fucked and licked to orgasm all three women for Hallowed Saints Eve, my hot friend J.O. that I know you've been wanting to fuck so badly, and P.J. with the big tits, and that hot older brunette Laura. You just didn't know who, or when, or in what order. Did you like coming on P.J.'s and Laura's faces?"
I was approaching the point where I could no longer think intelligently, "You know I did."
Dee initiated her endgame, her serious riding that only led us together down one road. Her pussy felt absolutely amazing wrapped around me, it belonged to me and I belonged to her, we were perfect together. Absolutely perfect.
I grabbed her tight ass and guided her body in just the way I wanted, precisely the way WE wanted, "I want more Witch and Oz pussy."
She responded, with more than her voice, "And that is exactly what you're going to get for your special Halloween present."
I didn't want to come, I didn't want for US to come, before I had one last question answered, "Tell me, tell me now, what is Laura's fetish?"
Dee grunted it out it between my thrusts, "Laura wants cum...she wants cum all over her face...over her breasts...in her hair....filling her mouth....her husband thinks coming on her face is disgusting and won't do it...she wants to wear men's cum....she wants to wear your cum."
By now I was straining and grunting in term, "Did she like me coming all over her face tonight?"
Dee was straining and grunting herself, her body was slick with sweat. I knew, for by now I was holding her waist in a death grip as I drilled her pussy down upon my cock, "The Wizard fulfilled her lifelong fantasy but she wants more. The first weekend of December...oh my, OH MY, that is so good...Laura wants bukake...she wants to be your bukake slut."
Both of us were nearly to the point that we could no longer speak, "When...when...."
Dee nearly sobbed, "Weekend of Thanksgiving, just you and I, your cum all over Laura's face and tits, then the first weekend of December."
It was all I could do to hold back from blasting into Dee before she came her second time, "The swinger Christmas party...tell me...tell me...."
Dee was openly grunting with the intensity of her body pounding around and upon me, "Laura will be our guest of honor...all male guests have to shoot all over her as their admission...imagine her hot brunette MILF face wearing multiple cum shots...I want to see you coming on her hot face....your cum in her mouth....on her tits...she wants it...I want it....I'm coming...I'm COMING!"
And that finished us off for the night, in a wave of orgasms, sweat, pussy juice and my cum spraying and mixing everywhere.
We shifted to avoid the wet spot that we had just created, and together collapsed into the arms of Morpheus for the remainder of the night.
For tomorrow was Halloween.
Chapter One - Preliminaries
Halloween is my girlfriend's favorite holiday. In our household, Halloween ranks even more important than Christmas or birthdays. Dee spends weeks getting ready for Halloween, buying and preparing decorations, selecting outfits, and by the time she's finished every year our house has been transformed into a wicked witch's castle.
As Halloween closes in, Dee's libido starts building, and her lingerie becomes increasingly sexier. Halloween night always go well into the early morning hours, and after the Trick-or-Treaters head home, and the Halloween Party breaks up, Dee is what can only be described as frantically horny. All right, let's be blunt, Halloween is a mind-boggling fuck fest at our house, with crazed intercourse under every conceivable lighting, in every imaginable position, and throughout the house beneath various altars of haunted decorations.
As can well be imagined, I was looking forward to this year's Halloween with great anticipation. Halloween was on Saturday night this year, and Dee intended to extend this year's Halloween festivities into a two-day event. The first inkling I received as to the extension of Halloween into Halloween's Eve came late on Sunday evening the weekend before. We were both sweat-soaked and lying on top of the sheets. I was drained, and several shots of my still hot, wet cum were decorating Dee's back, whose similarly sweat-soaked body was lying atop of mine.
Dee whispered into my ear, "This year, I have something really spectacular planned for Halloween."
I nodded my head, "OK..."
She continued, "This year, we are also going to celebrate Halloween's Eve, Friday Night."
I was definitely interested, "Oh, really?"
She kissed my ear, "I'll send you texts all Friday building up to the scenario. It's really going to be hot."
And now for the kicker, "And, honey, no coming until Friday night. Trust me, for this year's Halloween, you're going to need all the cum you've got...."
So, of course, I immediately rolled Dee over onto her back, and got in one more round before the week's build-up commenced!
The week seemed to drag past at a glacial pace, and I was as horny as I have ever been, wondering with expectation just what my devious Dee had conjured up to celebrate Halloween's Eve and Halloween, our first ever two-day (or should I say, two-NIGHT) Halloween celebration.
Finally, Friday, Halloween Eve, arrived.
At Noon precisely the first text arrived, from a hitherto unknown user, "Wicked Witch of the West".
The profile picture was of Dee, in a black witch's hat, her long blonde hair streaming out of the bottom of the wicked pointed hat and across her bare shoulders, with green lipstick and green rouge. To my regret, that is precisely where the profile shot ended. I couldn't hit the "Accept Text from Unknown User" button on my smart phone fast enough.
Wicked Witch of the West texted: "The Halloween's Eve Obedience Spell will be in effect the moment you enter my Castle, Wizard. And enter my Castle on Halloween's Eve you must."
I responded, "Yes, Witch. I am bound to visit your dark domicile every year, the night before Hallowed Night."
Wicked Witch of the West: "When you enter the portal of my castle, you will lose all free will, and must obey your demented Mistress for the night, until dawn frees you."
I succinctly typed, "I must enter your Castle, and I will, come what may."
The messages ended for a couple of hours. Dee knew I had a standing, and quite important, staff meeting right after lunch on Friday and she didn't dare disturb me while I was trapped in it.
About 3:30 I was again at my desk, and wasn't disappointed when the Wicked Witch of the West returned, "My sister is going to assist me tonight."
I knew that Dee didn't have a sister, so I played along, "The Wizard does not know that your sister is again within his realm."
And almost immediately a second text arrived, from yet another new user, "Wicked Witch of the East." With an accompanying profile photograph.
I recognized Johanna, known as "J.O.", one of Dee's closest friends from the local Curves gym where she worked out. Dee and I had gone out with J.O. a couple of times, drinks, dinner, a movie once, a couple of plays, and she was hot, smart and funny. She had a ring on, but barely mentioned her husband, and I had never been able to ascertain if she really did have a husband that she played around on, or just wore the ring to hold the wolves down. Needless to say, after every friendly night out with her, her ample curves nicely packaged, legs always displayed to considerable advantage in stockings, smelling her perfume, and after a friendly hug and light kiss with Johanna, I couldn't wait to get Dee home. We barely got through the door when I was tearing her clothes off. Dee liked things wild and crazy, so she had no complaints whatsoever. I tossed Dee onto the nearest piece of furniture, for in this emergency getting to the bedroom would take far too long, and as quickly as I could I fucked Dee like a wild man while fantasizing that it was Johanna. Dee knew exactly the effect that J.O. had upon me, for while I was pounding into her she asked if I was fantasizing about her hot redheaded friend. But much to my dismay my relationship with Johanna to date had been strictly platonic.
This was a side of J.O. that I had fantasized wildly about, but never previously seen even a hint of, for J.O.'s photograph was a glamour shot both sensual and erotic. She was adorned in a witch's pointed black hat identical to her "sister witch." However, in contrast to the blonde Wicked Witch of the West, J.O. wore scarlet makeup and lipstick, so dark that it was almost black, her long curling bright red hair cascading in ringlets across her bare shoulders, and a handmade straw broom barely concealing her obviously exposed breasts and nipples. One look at the profile photograph of the Wicked Witch of the East, and my cock twitched with a shot of adrenaline as I realized that all of this was going to change tonight.
Wicked Witch of the East: "I am the Scarlet Witch, and I have received special dispensation to cross into my sister's realm just for this Halloween."
Wicked Witch of the West: "This will be a Halloween that you shall never forget, my Wizard."
Wicked Witch of the East: "Our preparations are now complete, and what we have planned for this year's Hallowed Eve and Night will never be effaced from your mind.
Wicked Witch of the West: "The memories we will create tonight will haunt you forever."
Wicked Witch of the East: "I promise you, this will be a life changing pair of nights for your Kingdom."
Then finally, Wicked Witch of the West: "I command you to return to the Castle at 5:00 p.m. sharp, Wizard."
I typed, my heart pounding, "I must obey, oh Witch."
Chapter Two
Into the Castle
At precisely 5:00 in the afternoon, nearly to the second for my anticipation was so great, I stood before the portal to my house. We live far to the north, so evening was already beginning to gather. A magnificent orange and red sunset painted the western sky.
I turned my key and entered, and almost immediately had my breath taken away.
The familiar, comfortable house from which I had departed this morning had vanished, to be replaced by the dark, dimly lit interior of a witch's castle. The entire room was illuminated with large candles. The windows were covered with black, heavy drapes. The corners were revealed by dim, colored concealed bulbs, cobwebs filling them. Fog drifted across the floor, causing the candles to flicker. The walls were now stone, adorned with erotic gargoyles. Family pictures had been replaced by artwork of lovely women in distress, submissive beauties, attractive ladies trapped in leather, girls bound and helpless.
The Wicked Witch of the West stood before me. My blonde MILF had long blonde hair that normally was perfectly coiffured. Tonight it was tangled and loose as it flowed from the folds of her large, pointed, black witch's hat. She wore an emerald green corset highlighted by black lace, the corset matched her makeup, her shaved pussy barely protruded from beneath the hem of her full-length corset. She wore thigh-high green and black horizontally striped stockings, with emerald green spiked heels. Her arms and hands were concealed beneath black elbow length gloves. She held a glistening, sinister witch's wand.
The Wicked Witch of the West commanded, "Wizard, for the entirety of this Halloween Eve, until I release you from my spell, you will do what I command, and whatever I command, and nothing but what I command."
I knew that I was now the Wizard of Oz, trapped like a fly in dark amber and helpless in the witch's spell, "Wicked Witch, I will resist with all of my might, and you shall live to rue this night."
The Wicked Witch of the West gave an evil chuckle, "And let me introduce my assistant for the evening, my sister, the Wicked Witch of the East."
The second Wicked Witch emerged from the shadows and stood next to her sister.
She was the scarlet witch to the golden witch of the West. Her long, wildly curled scarlet hair seemed to extend her black witch's hat to her breasts and back. This witch wore a dark scarlet camisole, closely fitted, with spaghetti straps that barely held her breasts in place, tightly fitting, black lace adorning the bottom ending at the top of her thighs. She wore identical striped stockings and spiked heels as the Wicked Witch of the West, save that her stockings were red and black striped, and her heels were the deepest, darkest red.
There was incense burning, a harsh cinnamon or sage, that charged the room with a thick, musky scent.
The Wicked Witch of the East commanded, "Wizard, remove your clothes for your dark Mistresses, we wish to view your Wizard Cock with no further delay."
The only thing I really wanted to do was to rip my clothes out of the way and to jump these two scorching hot women. But I was starting to get into the scene. I slowly untied my tie, slipped my sports jacket off, unbuttoned my shirt. I told the witches, "Soon I will regain my power, and you two Witches will regret ever using your dark forces upon me." I pulled my shirt out of my trousers, reached to the floor, kicked away my business loafers and peeled my socks off my feet.
I hesitated, "I warn you wicked witches, halt now and release me from your spell while you still can, and I will show my mercy upon you."
The Wicked Witch of the East replied, "As our plans unfold, you may never get the opportunity, Wizard. Now stop talking and get your cock out."
I undid my trousers, unzipped them, and dropped them to the floor. My erection was bulging inside my boxers, and the head of my cock was protruding from the waistband.
The Wicked Witch of the East was clearly impressed, as she had never seen my cock before, "Oh, my, Wizard, very impressive."
The Wicked Witch of the West rested her hand on her "sister's" bare shoulder, "This is the Wizard Cock I've been telling you about for some time. Tonight, Sister, you're going to be able to experience it. Now, Wizard, entirely naked."
I stripped away my boxers and tossed them to the floor. I stood before the two witches, my arms at my side, already sporting a thick, hard erection.
The Wicked Witch of the East was fixated upon my cock, she couldn't tear her eyes from the strength and power and size of my erection. I well recognized the look from wanton, wayward women. She yearned to be filled and stretched by this cock tonight, her body was screaming at her to be possessed by this cock tonight.
The Wicked Witch of the West interrupted her revelry, "Wizard, hold your arms out."
I haughtily replied, "For one last time, I warn you, wicked witches. Stop now and save yourself from my wrath."
The two wicked witches just laughed. Each witch stepped up and secured a heavy leather cuff around my wrist, one emerald green and one deep scarlet. Each witch then clipped a short black leather leash to "her" cuff.
And they led me to the bedroom. When we opened the door, I was not surprised in the least to see our entire room transformed. All of the furniture save the four-poster bed had been removed. One large chest dominated the center of the floor, illuminated by dim red and green beams, with a pair of large candles atop it. An ornate chalice, a glistening golden cup large enough to be a bowl, was centered upon it. It was decorated with numerous nude couples intertwined in pornographic positions. I noticed that futons had been placed to the side of either bedpost, at the foot of the bed.
The rest of the room was flickering orange shadows, harsh stone and wood, cobwebs, dense fog filling the corners and concealing the edges of the bedroom. It was impossible to tell how large the bedroom was at this moment.
I was unceremoniously led to the bed by the two witches, forced to kneel upon the foot of the bed, facing away from the headboard, my knees at the edge of the mattress. Simultaneously, each witch secured the leather cuffs and wrists to one of the posts, red to the left, green to the right.
The Wizard was now entirely vulnerable, unable to escape whatever perversions the two witches intended.
The Wicked Witch of the West leaned in front of me, lifted my chin, and explained my fate for the evening, "Wizard, we have tired of your powers, and your rule of this kingdom. We are sick of your goodness, your honesty, your fairness. The people of Oz are ecstatically happy with your reign. All of that changes tonight. We have cast powerful spells over Oz, but they must be activated tonight, as their powers will fade at first light. In just a few moments, my sister and I will milk your cum out of your balls and cock. Once we are in possession of your male seed, we shall cast our overreaching spell. The instant that our spell is culminated, the women of Oz will forget themselves, they will lose their chastity, their purity. They will become desperate for fucking, frenzied for a cock to fill them, their only thoughts hedonism and sensuality. The men of Oz will respond precisely as you might expect. Wizard, on Halloween your empire will collapse in crazed orgies and nightlong fuck sessions in every house and bedroom of the Emerald City. We shall exert control over the women of Oz, and they in turn will control the men. You shall no longer command Oz. The Witches of the East and West will return to domination, as is our right. And your cock will have unleashed the change. And now, Wizard, behold two women of Oz, formerly chaste and decent. You will see them transformed before your very eyes this eve, knowing that every female of Oz will share their fate this Halloween."
While the Wicked Witch of the West had been educating me, the Wicked Witch of the East slipped out of the room, unnoticed by me, as I was absolutely enthralled by the Blonde Witch's scenario that she was painting. The Scarlet Witch now returned, leading two extremely attractive women into the bedroom by leashes, secured to leather collars around their necks, their hands bound behind their backs, leather ball gags filling their mouths.
It was now the Wicked Witch of the East's turn to enlighten me, "As we consummate the spell, you shall see and enjoy these lady's transformation into sluts. You will fuck both of these women, and they shall desperately plead for more from you."
I vaguely recognized the two women, they were two clients of Curves, like Dee and J.O., although I had never met them. I had seen them entering or leaving the gym on those occasions when I dropped or picked up Dee. The first woman was an absolutely gorgeous blonde, maybe 30. Her blonde hair was extremely thick and full, and barely reached the top of her shoulders. She was beautiful, with a spectacular body, but her most impressive features were her full, prominent breasts that dominated her chest and her body. The second woman was older, probably in her late 30's or early 40's, also beautiful, with long, curly dark brunette hair that reached to her mid-back. She had a spectacular smile and a gorgeous face, somewhat marred by the black gag filling her mouth, with long legs and an amazing ass, but not particularly large breasts. Her body reminded me of Dee's in many ways.
The Wicked Witch of the East continued, "These two beautiful women were hand selected by us to serve as the conduit of our spells. I selected the older brunette because her body so resembles that of my sister. The Wicked Witch of the West picked the hot blonde, because she knew her gorgeous rack would entice you. We abducted these women, and have captivated them. Now they are bound, helpless to prevent the changes that we shall impose upon their bodies. And you shall have the distinct pleasure to observe their transformation as the spell is consummated, with your unwilling participation of course."
I felt the Wicked Witch of the West settle in closely behind me, "I think it's time to begin the procedure, don't you Wizard?"
I remained in the scene, "Never, I shall not let you defile my body."
Then the Wicked Witch of the East reached for my cock, and began to knead it. My response was automatic, as my cock began to pulse and tense while it grew to its full power.
The Wicked Witch of the East released the most hideous, demonic chuckle, "Oh, I don't think so, Wizard. Your head and heart might resist us, but your cock and balls will give us what we need."
The Wicked Witch of the West, as if on cue, started to massage my balls, whispering into my ear so that the scene wouldn't be broken: "Lift your ass up, wizard, spread your legs for me, good boy, what you want to do now is to relax."
Loudly enough for everybody to hear, the Wicked Witch of the West announced, "Wizard, I have cast an arousal and ejaculation spell upon my wand, which I am now going to insert into your ass. The wand will stimulate you, to give us a monster ejaculation. Because we want all of your cum, Wizard. For the spells we intend to cast, we want, we need, we desire every drop of your cum."
The Wicked Witch of the East started to stroke my cock, "And we do want all of it, Wizard, and we mean ALL of it." I drew in an involuntary gasp, as I felt the tip of the wand hesitate for just a moment at my ass.
The Wicked Witch of the West gave a superb wicked witch's cackle, "I'm now going to take your ass, Wizard, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
I cried, in scene, "No, NO!!!"
The wand slipped steadily into me, relentless, determined, until it found its spot. I don't know what Dee had done, but either the wand was coated with some substance or it had a mild electrical charge, for my entire ass, balls and cock began to tingle, and I began to involuntarily gasp. It was blunt and thick and forced its way inside me without mercy, stretching my ass to its very limits.
The Wicked Witch of the West began to work the wand in a slight circle, slightly pressing, then barely relaxing, then rotating in the other direction. She chuckled, "You, see, Wizard, resistance is futile. My wand is controlling you, your ass will accept my wand and enjoy it, Wizard."
By now the Wicked Witch of the East was working my cock with both hands. Her left hand massaged my head, her thumb underneath it, teasing it. Her right hand was giving me slow, steady, consistent, firm strokes. She whispered into my ear, "I've wanted to have your cock in my hand since the first time I saw you."
More loudly, she proclaimed, "That's right, Wizard, enjoy my strokes. Let that big load build up in your cock, for this evil Wicked Witch to stroke out of it in a huge explosion. I think you like my hands on your cock, don't you Wizard?"
I replied, a bit desperately, "No, no, I don't like it, and I won't come for you."
She repeated her own distinctive, sinister chuckle, "That's what your lips are saying, Wizard, but your cock is telling me a different story."
She kept stroking me with one hand at full length, all the way down to the balls, then up the shaft, working the purple of my cock as if it were an erotic gear shifter. And, trust me, she was working hard to polish the knob. To keep with the scenario, I was exerting every ounce of self control I could muster to avoid from exploding onto her hands.
Tendrils of misty smoke were drifting around me, encircling the two women and my bound body, causing the candles and spotlight's illumination to flicker wildly, throwing sensuous shadows everywhere.
Then the Wicked Witch of the East turned up the heat even more, as if that were possible.
She pulled the blonde woman of Oz forward by her leash. She was covered by a loose black robe, which the Wicked Witch of the East stripped away in a single violent movement. The blonde was wearing a red gingham dress, the fabric that any Kansas country girl might wear, but form fitting with red spaghetti straps over her shoulders, barely covering her full breasts. It was obvious that her breasts were so firm, and the dress so tight, that no brassiere was necessary. The Wicked Witch of the East for a brief moment stopped working my cock, slipped her dark red, nearly black fingernails underneath one strap of the blonde's dress, and peeled it away and down, exposing the full glories of the lush curves of a single breast.
The Scarlet Witch reached behind the blonde's back, lifted her forward towards me, "Wizard, why don't you feast on this breast, that should get your cum boiling."
With that, her hand returned to my cock, as I eagerly began sucking that glorious nipple into my mouth, and began devouring the entirety of her breast with my lips, tongue and teeth. The blonde began moaning through her gag.
Sure enough, that did the trick, for the Scarlet Witch exclaimed, "How wonderful, the first drops of pre-come."
With that she ceased rubbing the knob of my cock, and pulled the brunette woman of Oz forward. She reached her hand behind the brunette's head, and unbuckled the ball gag. The brunette's eyes were wide open with a look of astonishment. The scarlet witch commanded, "Mouth open, dark woman of Oz." The brunette opened her mouth and licked her lips, the look across her face turned from wonder to anticipation. The Wicked Witch now instructed, "Tongue out, woman." The brunette never hesitated, and pushed her tongue erotically forth from between her still pursed lips.
The Scarlet Witch used her index finger to gather the dribling of my pre-come, placed it upon the brunette's tongue, and ordered, "Swallow." The brunette took my first drops of cum upon her tongue. When she withdrew it into her mouth, what happened amazed all of us.
The brunette's entire body swayed as she tasted my cum. Her neck arched and her lips opened involuntarily in a shuddered gasp. She was out of breath, and we could barely hear her whisper, "So good, what I wanted, so good, so wonderful." I really wondered if she had climaxed just at the taste of my cum. She leaned her body against the bed to steady herself, and closed her eyes tightly shut as sheer bliss swept across her face. She looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary.
Dee whispered into my ear, "This is a huge fantasy of hers. Your cum is the first cum she has ever tasted in her life besides her husband. She has been fantasizing for years with me about swallowing strange cum, and you just gave it to her. I think she climaxed simply tasting your cum upon her tongue."
I boggled, and returned to the wonderful breast in front of me, using my teeth to bite the other spaghetti strap, pull on it, and release her second breast. Now I had a glorious matched pair to maul.
I knew I was starting to build and couldn't possibly hold off much longer, and wanted every second with those breasts that I could conceivably get. I sucked one nipple hard into my mouth, drawing an exclamation from behind the ball gag, then bit lightly, pulling her nipple out from her breast, shifting instantly to the other one, sucking as much as her tit as I could get into my mouth, then beginning to nibble, then lightly bite, then attacking. From the noises that she was making, I knew that the blonde would be fingering her clit to orgasm if she wasn't bound, and that the frustration and lack of control was driving her frantic.
Now the Scarlet Witch started speeding up her strokes, long, fast, firm, drawn out. She was openly milking me now.
With her free hand she reached forward for the chalice, "You know, Wizard, something tells me we're going to be needing this in just a few moments."
Behind me, the Blonde Witch stopped massaging my balls, she gripped them firmly, and began to knead them. At the same moment, she began to openly fuck me with the wand up my ass.
I knew I was right on the edge, and shouted out, "No, NO, I won't!"
The familiar voice of the witch behind me urgently commanded, "Come for us now, Wizard, come for us."
The scarlet witch joined in, "We want to see your cum, Wizard, give it to us, give in to us, surrender, surrender, yield, let it go, let everything go."
I heard the brunette woman softly whispering, under her breath, in a quiet voice of the Deepest arousal, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh yes...."
I drove my head in between the two delectable breasts, savoring her perfume, and suddenly I was beyond any scene. I gasped out, "I'm coming, I'M COMING! Don't stop, make me come, MAKE ME COME!"
The Wicked Witch of the East began giggling, "Well, Wizard, I think it's time for the chalice."
The Blonde Witch of the West started chanting, "Yes, come for us, come for us right now, Wizard, surrender your cum to the witches, give it to us, right now, NOW!"
I felt the cool metal of the rim of the cup beneath my cock, and then gloriously I was exploding. I began grunting in ecstasy and intensity. The Scarlet Witch kept stroking strong, steady, powerful shots of cum exploding out of me.
As I sagged, completely drained from the strength and duration of my continuous string of intense cum shots, I felt the Wicked Witch mercifully withdraw her wand from my well stretched ass.
Chapter Three
Spells Cast
The two Wicked Witches opened the heavy lid of the massive chest (which I had never seen previously, it had obviously been obtained by Dee specifically for this scene), and dense clouds of mist and vapor issued forth. The Wicked Witch of the West reached in, and emerged with a small, pitch black cast iron cauldron, smoking the moment it emerged.
The chalice, still filled with my monstrous load of cum, fit perfectly into the cauldron.
The light Wicked Witch and scarlet Wicked Witch began chanting (obviously inspired by Shakespeare's famous witch scene from Macbeth):
Round about the cauldron go
Filled with the Wizard's power flowed.
Mixed with the seed of oyster fresh
Emissions of Women tensed
Chocolate added bitter and hot
And earth beans nectar quite a lot.
They added a simple clear liquid, then the witches rubbed the wet pussies of the two other women from Oz with their index fingers, which they used to mix the contents of the chalice. Next they inserted two dark objects, which from the aroma was nothing more than chocolate and coffee in reality, but highlighted beneath the flickering light and smoke looked both sinister and wicked.
Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn, and chalice bubble.
Women of Oz, modest and chaste.
Purity and faith fly, make haste.
Now replaced with need, desperate and hot.
Former virtues allowed to rot.
Pussies now itch
And clits too throb
Marriage vows no longer shall hitch
What they desire is any man's knob
Double, double toil and trouble
Fires burn and chalice bubble
The Wicked Witch of the West now lifted the chalice, raised it to the lips of the Scarlet Witch, who opened her mouth and tilted her head back. The Scarlet Witch turned her eyes towards me. The Blonde Witch poured a portion of the contents of the chalice into her mouth. I watched the Wicked Witch of the East work her throat as she swallowed.
The Blonde Witch now transferred possession of the chalice to the Scarlet Witch. In turn, the Wicked Witch of the West obediently parted her lips, locked eyes with me, and tilted her head back. In a moment, the Wicked Witch of the East raised the chalice, and deposited some of the contents down the throat of the Blonde Witch.
My mind staggered at the eroticism of the scene, played out amidst tendrils of smoke and vapor, illuminated by wildly shifting shadows and orange glare.
They resumed their chanting:
Fevered and frantic, moistened and damp
Any bed or couch shall serve as their ramp
Man's cock shall scratch their itch
Man's emissions shall make their bodies rich
Lovely wives transformed into sluts
Sexual pleasure and lust fulfilled they must
The Wicked Witch of the West, her long blonde hair shimmering in the erotic lighting, moved to the Brunette Woman of Oz, who stood motionless and quivering before her, helpless and doomed. The Scarlet Witch held the chalice. The Blonde Witch reached her thumbs into the chalice, lifted her wet digits to the brunette's temples, and lightly pressed the Woman of Oz's head back all the while rotating her thumbs, with dark and demented verses:
No longer your wedding vows shall weld
With any hard cock you desire to meld
Your pleasure is all you seek
Transformed into harlots this evening you will
This spell unless broken shall last one full week
Man's semen your drink you can't get your fill
The brunette started to openly moan and shiver. The Wicked Witch of the West received the chalice from the hands of the Scarlet Witch, raised it to the hapless woman before her, and fed her the contents of the chalice. The brunette woman reacted as if electricity was running through her.
The scene was so amazing, so perverted, so sexual, that I believed it just might be true. And, at that very moment, fantasy had transcended to become reality.
After the Blonde Witch had her way with the darker of the pair from Oz, the Wicked Witch of the East stepped forward to the remaining victim, who similarly remained frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, her breasts still exposed with hard nipples, about to be sacrificed in some terrible manner, and utterly unable to save herself.
The chalice transferred to the hands of the Blonde Witch, the red-haired witch similarly dipped her thumbs into the remaining concoction, lifted her wet thumbs to the beautiful blonde whose chest was heaving, and used her thumbs to push the blonde's head back until she was staring at wherever the ceiling was hidden deep in the shadows:
Virtue and purity now cast aside
A strong masculine stud you seek to ride
All parts of your body he may seek to rend
Great pleasures will in you become then un-penned
Your flesh most intimate to man you shall lend
Fevered and frantic, coupled you shall together in frenzy spend.
The Wicked Witch of the West handed the chalice to her sister Witch. The blonde woman of Oz was whimpering and begging, "Please...please." The chalice was raised by blood red fingernails, placed at scarlet open lips, its base elevated, and the remaining contents deposited down the throat and into the hungry stomach of the other woman of Oz, who had surrendered herself to perversions dark and demented without hesitation or pause.
At this moment, the air crackled and pulsed with sexual intensity. It was so electric and heated that I could barely breath. We all knew at this instant that the four women, two blonde, one brunette, and one red-headed were overwhelmed with the need to be stretched, filled, rubbed and stimulated until their bodies exploded.
Spells had definitely been cast over all of us....
Chapter Four
The Women of Oz
The two Wicked Witches turned to my side, unfastened my wrist restraints, and pulled me onto my back and up the bed. They clipped leashes to my wrists from the opposite posts, such that my hands were bound right by my head. I could move them a few inches in either direction, but not far enough to get up from the bed or escape my position. Each woman of Oz now had possession of one of my feet, and secured them spread-eagled.
The Scarlet Witch sat on my chest, facing me, and knelt forward to talk intimately to me, while the Wicked Witch of the West settled in between my legs. The Blonde Witch began stroking my cock again, not particularly needed as watching the hot scene as a voyeur had already gotten me hard again. My last double fucking of my girlfriend five nights ago was a long time ago, and one cum shot, no matter how hard and powerful, was barely enough to take the edge off. I still had a lot of energy built up inside of me, which I desperately needed to release.
Unfortunately, I shortly ascertained that the two Wicked Witches had very particular plans for me and my cock, of a radically different nature. With my hands and ankles securely trapped and the Scarlet Witch sitting astride my chest, I was completely pinned to the mattress like a trophy butterfly.
The Wicked Witch of the East leaned into me, and opened her mouth to share some deep soul kisses, with considerable tongue work. Meanwhile the other Wicked Witch steadily and surely brought my cock to its full attention. The Scarlet Witch, following our intimate make-out session, slipped out of scene, but quietly enough that the other three women couldn't hear.
She taunted me, "Dee told me that after our evenings out together, she barely got inside the door before you practically tore her clothes off, and fucked her like a wild animal. That's how you wanted to fuck me, wasn't it?" She lightly kissed me and I responded, "Yes, every time I'm near you I want to drive my cock hard and rough into you until you scream for mercy." She continued, "You want to fuck my hot body rough and nasty, don't you Wizard?" I looked into her eyes, "That's exactly what I want to do to you, I want to see how deep I can pound my cock into your hot body, every possible way I can take you."
The first fantasy of the night was now revealed, "Next weekend Dee and you and I are going to have a three-some, and that hot blonde mistress of yours is going to watch you do your best to fuck me into oblivion. Then I'm going to rub my clit while you do the same to her, and Dee told me how demented and perverted you are."
That sounded really good to me, and I told her so with a passionate kiss.
That fantasy brought my cock to its full size and stiffness again.
The Scarlet Witch turned and looked over her shoulder at her Witch sister, "Prepare the Wizard for the next step, sister. I believe the Women of Oz are starting to react to the spell, and are discovering needs that must be fulfilled. And we wouldn't want to disappoint our guests, now, would we? Dear Sister, ready the Wizard."
The Wicked Witch of the West fondled and manipulated my cock with expert hands. Then she grasped my balls firmly, and wrapped a band around the top of my balls. Without a moment's hesitation, she bound the base of my cock in another tight band.
The Blonde Witch gave a sinister chuckle, "Now the Wizard cannot come until I release him from his bondage."
With that, the Wicked Witch of the East wrapped a blindfold around my eyes, so that I could not ascertain who was doing what to my helpless body.
I heard the Wicked Witch of the West pronounce from between my spraddled legs, "Women of Oz, mount the Wizard, one ride his cock until you are exhausted, the other straddle his face until the other has reached her limit of Wizard cock."
With that, it began. I very much wish that I could relate what transpired over the next hour or two. In the first place, I was blindfolded, and had no concept of time...just of a jumbled succession of tight pussies gripping my cock and frantically jerking and twitching as they came wrapped around it. At the same time, a second succession of horny pussies writhed across my face, wet, hot, squirting more frequently than I would have hitherto imagined.
Two moments were unbelievably memorable.
An incredibly erotic smelling, sweet tasting pussy descended upon my mouth. I don't know what brand of perfume she was wearing, but it was enticing, earthy, spicy. It was the first one, so per the Wicked Witch of the West's instructions, I knew that it was one of the Women of Oz, but whether the smoking hot young blonde with the superb chest, or the extremely sensuous older brunette with the hungry eyes and teasing smile, I would never know. I worked her pussy slit and clit hard with my tongue and lips, and she responded almost immediately. I could hear her moans and whimpering, synchronized perfectly with the tremors that were running through her pussy. Her pussy began twitching against my face, and her thighs began trembling on either side of my face. Suddenly she called out frantically, urgently, demanding, "FINGERS!" I knew what she wanted, and instantly slipped two fingers into her demanding pussy, and inserted my thumb up her ass. Her entire body went frantic and then exploded against me. She was so far gone that she could only emit a strangled groan as she came. I could feel her entire body quivering atop and around me, then she suddenly called out loudly, firmly, without any hesitation, "AGAIN!" So this time I started actively fucking her asshole with my thumb, pressing my two fingers hard against her G-Spot. She only lasted an instant longer the second time, and repeated her sexual climax. Suddenly she popped up from me and I could feel her body bounding down the bed, causing the mattress to bounce. She sounded absolutely crazed and desperate, "I NEED HIS COCK IN ME NOW!" A hot, tight pussy descended upon my mouth almost immediately, and I suspected it was the Scarlet Witch willingly giving me a pussy that I had wanted to taste and bring to climax since the first moment Dee had introduced me to her. The Wicked Witch whispered into my ear, teasingly, "Guess what, Wizard?" At that very moment a second hot, tight pussy, a pussy that was very wet indeed, was without warning driven hard down upon my cock. So, needless to say, I became badly distracted from that instant forward.
Later, much later, another incredibly hot, tight pussy was wrapped firmly around my cock, riding me efficiently and expertly, when suddenly I felt an extremely odd sensation. I realized that it was a wand, possibly the same one that had fucked me up the ass while I was receiving a demolition handjob, and it was being inserted up the ass of whichever woman was riding my bound cock. I suddenly felt the pussy absolutely go wild and frantic around my cock, and I heard a woman's unfamiliar voice literally scream, "COMING!" Her hips suddenly drove down on my hips, and as I felt the wand plunder her ass, her pussy gripped my cock desperately, tensing and pulsing. My cock was suddenly soaked, and I realized that the anal penetration by the wand had taken this woman to a nearly instantaneous squirting orgasm. The wand remained up her ass and kept fucking her, and another scream, almost in agony this time, "AGAIN!"
And repeat....
It wasn't as if I could take notes, and this went on for a long time, as the Wizard's cock and mouth existed merely to provide titillation to four women.
It was pure bliss, and it seemed to last an eternity. But, eventually, all four women were entirely fucked out, and my cock and balls were aching.
The Wicked Witch of the West made the call, "Well, ladies, I believe we have all had more than our fill of Wizard cock and mouth. I believe he has earned a release, don't you?"
The Wicked Witch of the East was back at my head, stroking my hair, "Absolutely, Sister Witch, why don't you do the honors?"
The Blonde Witch became commanding again, "Women of Oz, time for your reward, place your heads on the Wizard's stomach."
I felt two heads settle in, below my waist and just above my cock.
With that, the Scarlet Witch removed the blindfold. The room remained barely illuminated with candles, and a few drifting tendrils of smoke or fog still lingered in the room. The Wicked Witch of the East held my head, nestled in between her ample, perfect breasts. All that I could see in front of me was a mound of intermingled blonde and brunette hair, spread in a wave over my body, covering me like a sheet.
Without ceremony or warning, the blonde Witch stripped away the bands preventing my balls and cock from spraying cum all over the four women before they were finished with me. My cock and balls began tingling as if needles were running through them, as blood returned.
My own personal Wicked Witch taunted, "Don't worry ladies, once his cock recovers, he'll be blasting cum in a shower in just a few moments. He's supercharged."
She began fondling my balls, and then her fingers found my cock, and went to work.
By now I had already recovered, and I knew she was entirely correct, I was right on the edge, and those sensations were conquering my cock and balls.
Each Woman of Oz had her own hand buried deep at her crotch, and were clearly furiously masturbating themselves.
The Wicked Witch's hand kneading my balls opened, and her fingers slipped beneath me. I suddenly realized what was coming next. This time, my pleadings were real, "No, please witch, not that, please witch...no...." Just as before when my pleadings were faked for the scene, the Wicked Witch of the West ignored me, and penetrated my ass with her wand again.
The Blonde Witch gave her sinister wicked witch cackle, "You have no choice, take my wand up your ass, Wizard. As it stimulates your ass and balls, it will consummate the spell that has been cast with your cum over the Women of Oz. All over the Emerald City right now, the Women of Oz are riding cocks, on all fours taking cocks from behind, on their back with legs spread wide, their pussies being pounded by hard cocks. "
With that, she began firmly stroking my cock, and fucking me with her wand. As before, my thighs were trembling, my hips arching, balls and cock tingling.
The Wicked Witch of the West in real life well knew her way around my cock, and after having my cock being ridden to oblivion by not less than four smoking hot women without coming, it only took a few moments.
Sure enough, those talented hands that I knew so well, tonight with dark green fingernails, stroked me off in record time. Holding out any longer was simply inconceivable. I couldn't have lasted a minute, before I was bellowing like a berserk bull. I pressed my head into the pillowed breasts that were cushioning my head, dug my heels into the bed, roared and delivered what felt like five minutes of lightning shots of cum everywhere.
I felt total exhaustion begin to overwhelm me, but I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to observe the two Women of Oz arise from my stomach.
The brunette Women of Oz must have taken my first blast, for a thick, prominent shot of cum extended across her face, beginning with her chin, adorning her mouth and nose, up her cheek, decorating her ear, and into her hair.
The blonde Women of Oz had clearly taken the remainder of it, for her entire face was cum-covered, with liberal quantities of my cum smeared, splashed and dribbled all over her chin, mouth, lips and face.
What a mind boggling sight to fall asleep to!
Chapter Five
A Midnight Spell
Hours later, I woke up again. The hour must have been late for the house was empty, except for Dee cuddled up against my body. I felt that she still had her stockings on, but nothing else. All the light, candles and smoke were out in the house. It wasn't the Wicked Witch's castle anymore, it was just my house again, at least until Halloween tomorrow.
It was extremely common for Dee and I to have a middle of the night fuck session, unscripted, unplanned, spontaneous, pitch black, no lights, just our naked flesh, possibly a few lace scraps of silky fabric wrapped around her more intriguing curves, frantic crazed couplings in the middle of the night, the time unknown, the duration uncertain, the sex incredible, the climaxes amazing, deep sleep always following.
So I was not surprised when I felt Dee stirring beside me.
I knew where we were going when she began to lightly stroke my cock, building it up to the granite state that she so desired, as it always afforded her the rough, vigorous, driving fucking that she relished, and which never failed to pummel multiple climaxes from her body.
She supplied the dialogue, "So how did you like your visit with the Wicked Witches, dear?"
I responded with the obvious, "Absolutely unbelievable. I didn't know that I could come so hard and long."
She gave a little, light giggle, "And I can promise, you, wizard, that Halloween will offer you a whole lot more."
That was all it took, as my cock rose to full hardwood.
She uttered a little noise, half gasp, half breath drawn in, and leaned forward to commence nibbling upon my ear, "You horny bastard you, you've been wanting to fuck Johanna since the first moment you set eyes upon her. And you do know, she fucked you tonight, without you knowing it?"
I sighed Deeply, "Oh, yes, did she ride me?"
Dee kept up her ministrations, "The Scarlet Witch rode the Cock's wizard and face anonymously, and I might add that she seemed to enjoy both a great deal. She came extremely hard, but kept quiet so as not to give herself away. You should have seen the look on her face as reached her climax using your cock. The Wicked Witch of the East appeared to be quite well satisfied with Wizard Cock...well enough satisfied that next weekend we're going to give you a threesome. But you have to promise me to save something for the Blonde Witch, while you're fucking Mrs. Johanna into oblivion. J.O. wants the full treatment from you, Mr. Wilson, I told her how you've been fucking me after our nights out together. So, how does a couple of drinks Friday night for happy hour sound, followed by multiple happy hours at our home together immediately thereafter?"
I gave the Blonde Witch her answer, by violently yanking her astride me, putting my straining cock at the entrance to her pussy, grabbing her ass cheeks, and pulling her onto me. This wasn't the Kama Sutra with carefully scripted sensual positions. This was the hard, rough, animal fucking which both of us needed.
There were no complaints, I might add, except for a strangled, "Oh yeah, so good, SO GOOD!"
Dee began slowly riding me, as she always did, starting slow and steady, permitting things to heat up. I reached out for her breasts, kneading and massaging them, pinching her nipples, precisely the way she wanted, "J.O. knows how you've been fucking me fantasizing about her, and wants you to fuck her without restraint, using her any and every way your dark, perverted mind can come up with."
I told her in no uncertain terms that this was a really good idea....
Dee leaned into me, her pace starting to increase, and she began to lightly thrust her hips down upon my cock. Her breathing became slightly more forced and shallow and ragged. She was still a long way away, but we were well along our journey together.
She kept arousing me, "And how did you like my blonde friend with the great breasts, wasn't she hot?"
I replied, fervently, "I only got to suck her tits, I really wanted to watch them bounce as I fucked her, and I really REALLY wanted to slide my meat in between them until I decorated her neck with my cum."
My blonde witch continued, "We met at Curves, and I convinced her to come play with us last night. And, if you're lucky, stud, the Blonde Woman of Oz is going to show back up for Halloween. Funny, I almost forgot, I have something extremely fascinating to relate to you. You, my stud, are going to find this so fascinating. The blonde's name is Mrs. P.J., and she has an extremely demented fetish she wants us to fulfill."
I could barely gasp out, for Dee had started to increase the pace and intensity of her ride, and we were both starting to lather up, "Tell me more..."
Dee gave her little sexual giggle, "Well, it seems as if P.J. has an anal fetish. She wants to get her ass fucked, and wants to experience some intense anal play. P.J. has a nice, tight virgin ass. Her husband thinks anal sex is dirty, and won't even give her his finger up her ass. "
I tried to ask, "Does she..." but Dee filled in my thoughts, "I explained to Mrs. P.J. what surrendering her ass to you entails, and she didn't even hesitate. She wants to wear your tattoo on her lower back for the rest of her life, and her pussy squirted all over my face as she promised to surrender her ass to you for all eternity. And she wants for me to become very intimate with her. That's how we're going to spend Veteran's Day weekend, Mr. Wilson, wrecking that hot blonde's virgin ass. Her husband is out of town on business, and she wants her fetish fully satisfied, with no restraints. No matter HOW MUCH she might plead for mercy."
She stopped her action for an instant, "Don't you DARE come, hold it, hold it good, I'm going to take MY pleasure now, and no coming from you."
Sure enough, Dee's pelvis and pussy suddenly went crazy atop and around me, she began pounding me like a piston that was out of control, but not for long. She uttered a strangled screech that cut off as her entire body tensed, pulsed and went absolutely rigid atop and around me. I could feel her pussy throbbing as she came, and I could feel her pussy juices running down my thigh as she squirted all over my cock.
It was all too familiar, but it was a sensation that I never, ever tired of. I could feel her entire body trembling, as tremors ran through her pussy muscles, then she began to slowly, imperceptibly, move again, building towards a second and final climax that would dwarf this first one, no matter how intense and powerful it had seemed at the time. And, of greatest significance, I would be permitted to join Dee's repeat performance.
I couldn't stand it any longer, and just had to ask, "And the brunette MILF?"
The Blonde Witch was out of breath, but she managed to gasp, "That gorgeous hot brunette is Mrs. Laura. Did you like her?"
It was my turn to gasp, for Dee was beginning to speed up to terminal fucking intensity and velocity, "Oh yeah, she was smoking hot. I wanted to do her."
Dee started laughing, "Wizard, you fucked and licked to orgasm all three women for Hallowed Saints Eve, my hot friend J.O. that I know you've been wanting to fuck so badly, and P.J. with the big tits, and that hot older brunette Laura. You just didn't know who, or when, or in what order. Did you like coming on P.J.'s and Laura's faces?"
I was approaching the point where I could no longer think intelligently, "You know I did."
Dee initiated her endgame, her serious riding that only led us together down one road. Her pussy felt absolutely amazing wrapped around me, it belonged to me and I belonged to her, we were perfect together. Absolutely perfect.
I grabbed her tight ass and guided her body in just the way I wanted, precisely the way WE wanted, "I want more Witch and Oz pussy."
She responded, with more than her voice, "And that is exactly what you're going to get for your special Halloween present."
I didn't want to come, I didn't want for US to come, before I had one last question answered, "Tell me, tell me now, what is Laura's fetish?"
Dee grunted it out it between my thrusts, "Laura wants cum...she wants cum all over her face...over her breasts...in her hair....filling her mouth....her husband thinks coming on her face is disgusting and won't do it...she wants to wear men's cum....she wants to wear your cum."
By now I was straining and grunting in term, "Did she like me coming all over her face tonight?"
Dee was straining and grunting herself, her body was slick with sweat. I knew, for by now I was holding her waist in a death grip as I drilled her pussy down upon my cock, "The Wizard fulfilled her lifelong fantasy but she wants more. The first weekend of December...oh my, OH MY, that is so good...Laura wants bukake...she wants to be your bukake slut."
Both of us were nearly to the point that we could no longer speak, "When...when...."
Dee nearly sobbed, "Weekend of Thanksgiving, just you and I, your cum all over Laura's face and tits, then the first weekend of December."
It was all I could do to hold back from blasting into Dee before she came her second time, "The swinger Christmas party...tell me...tell me...."
Dee was openly grunting with the intensity of her body pounding around and upon me, "Laura will be our guest of honor...all male guests have to shoot all over her as their admission...imagine her hot brunette MILF face wearing multiple cum shots...I want to see you coming on her hot face....your cum in her mouth....on her tits...she wants it...I want it....I'm coming...I'm COMING!"
And that finished us off for the night, in a wave of orgasms, sweat, pussy juice and my cum spraying and mixing everywhere.
We shifted to avoid the wet spot that we had just created, and together collapsed into the arms of Morpheus for the remainder of the night.
For tomorrow was Halloween.