Season of the Witch

Part Three of 'Seasons'

By HawkEye

Copyright © 1993

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters herein, and any real people living or dead, is purely because I draw from many sources, real and imaginary. Chew on that.

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Summer turned out to be long and tiresome like I had expected, but it was pleasantly broken up by a few weekend visits from Lisa. We seemed to do pretty well at that long distance commuter relationship. At one point I suggested that maybe we should keep it that way, because she cost me a lot less money when she was only around once a month. She laughed at me and said that it wouldn't be such a problem if I'd gotten myself a real job. I glared at her.

In September, she came back for the start of classes. We thought about finding another couple to do a 'room swap' with: the 2 men and the 2 women would each put in roommate request cards--if it worked, that would net us a pair of doubles, one for each couple. We decided to pass on that idea, though, in favor of keeping our singles. We made a lot of excuses about why, but we both knew perfectly well that we were afraid to try living together.

Despite our reservations, we got through September and October with frightening ease. I had the not altogether pleasing impression that we were getting like an old married couple, each knowing what the other was going to say before they said it. I thought that was fine if you _were_ an old married couple, but it was a bit too early for us to stop surprising each other.

Our sunny October turned cold at the last minute, just in time for Halloween. Lisa had a plastic pumpkin in her window that she called "Sam". I had a cardboard witch on my door that I named "Lisa". The movie crew was active again, and we were helping plan the "Friday Night Bloodbath" party.

Outside, it looked just like what you would expect. The trees were looking stark and bare, and a chill wind made the leaves blow rattling along the streets. I was walking home from an 8pm recitation, and I was whistling my tuneless imitation a song I'd heard on the radio that morning.

There was a big eerie looking moon overhead. It cast a cold white light over everything, and turned the trees into giants with taloned hands. I started to imagine cold voices on the wind, calling me to come visit them in their shallow graves--there was plenty of room for me...

I stopped by a big pile of leaves, heaped high as a burial mound, by the side of the walkway. I was suddenly not so sure that I was imagining those voices...

I said "Whoooooooo's there?" Suddenly a pair of hands reached out from under the pile, and grabbed me by the ankles. I fell into the leaves, thrashing my legs to get free. As I crashed around, I uncovered a platinum blonde head, with leaves stuck in the hair. It was the witch!

I quickly grabbed her, and began stuffing leaves down the back of her jacket. She squealed, and tossed armloads of them in my face, until we both fell down, and disappeared. Eventually, after much kicking and screaming, we each emerged from the pile. We called the battle a draw.

As I brushed the leaves off her back, and rubbed at some peculiar marks on my fingers, I reminded her that biting was a heathen act, and severely punishable. She cackled evilly.

We went back to the dorm, and combed the rest of the dirt and leaves out of our hair.

Friday afternoon, we were still prepping for the 'Bloodbath'. The people in charge of music and refreshments had done their work, but the decorating crew had run off on us, for a week's vacation in Florida. So Lisa and I took upon ourselves to finish the decorating. All the walls of _Ground Zero_ were covered with thick layers of construction paper, and we were pretty much free to go crazy with paints and markers.

Lisa could could draw passable human and animal figures, and I'm a genius at making things look like a gory mess. So she went around drawing people in Halloween costume, and I went around cutting their throats and giving them hideous bodily deformities. She said I was sick, and I goosed her with a wet paint brush. She had a set of markers in her hand, and before you knew it we both looked as bad as my paintings.

At last, we had the place ready. It was almost 8, so we hurriedly ate dinner and got into our own costumes. Lisa was a cat; she had dressed in a fuzzy grey body suit, and pasted on straw whiskers and a black button nose. I was a barbarian, with a plastic sword I had bought at the toy store. I borrowed a leather miniskirt from a (very tall) girl in the dorm, which I insisted upon referring to as a 'kilt'. Everyone was calling me She-Ra, though, and asking me where I'd left my bronze brassiere. I shook my sword threateningly at them.

At 9, we headed down to Ground Zero. The place was still empty, except for some movie crew people who were hanging out and admiring the fruits of their labors. The place looked like a disco from hell. The sound and lighting people had done an awesome job--the huge stereo system was mostly deep bass, which gave you a heavy beat without hurting your ears or making it hard to talk. The lights were red and black fluorescents, synched in with the music, so that the place seemed to throb with life. I loved it.

Lisa and I hung out and did a little dancing out on the empty floor, then sat on one of the perimeter couches and watched the crazy lights until about 10. By then, the place was actually filling up. We had signed up to help out with refreshments until midnight, so we did that for a couple of hours; pretending to check IDs under flashing black- lights, and occasionally offering the campus cop a glass of punch that we knew he couldn't accept.

We got a good crowd. Some of the lame-o's showed up out of costume, but after looking in on our Monster Mash, they turned and ran off to see if they could still dig one up at this time of night. I had the drink station staked out for myself, since that meant I got to talk to just about everybody in the place. I was just waiting for Elvira or Catwoman to get thirsty.

Let's talk about Elvira. Her real name was Gabriella Lansing. Gabe was a tall, 'well proportioned' girl with beautiful honey blonde hair. That night, it was hidden under a shoulder length black wig, which made for a rather striking contrast with her milky complexion. Add that to the fact that she was wearing black eye shadow, blood red lipstick, and a painted-on dress that didn't quite close in the front, and it was small wonder that I found myself absent mindedly staring at her.

Gabe 'glided' her way up to my table, forced into taking tiny steps by the narrow ankle length skirt she was wearing. I don't think the dress forced her to move her hips that way, though.

By the time she got to me, I was feeling cocky enough to ask her the question that had been plaguing me. "Are you wearing a bra?" I asked. "I'm sorry, I've just gotta know."

I grinned. Good thing I had a couple of drinks in me already. Ok, more than a couple.

She smiled wickedly at me. "Would you like to see?" she asked. Oops. Well, time to put or shut up.

"Err, no," I said, with a sidelong glance at Lisa to see if she was listening. "Ummm, I was just--curious..."

Gabe took hold of one of the front panels of her dress, and peeled it off of her skin. It made an audible rasping, as the tape or whatever came loose. She rolled the breast-cup back a few inches, to show that the material wasn't reinforced or anything. And that there was nothing under it. I swallowed nervously, and glanced at Lisa, to see if she had been taking note of our little game of show and tell. She looked preoccupied with handing out cups of coke and apple cider.

Gabe pasted the dress back down and smiled broadly at me with those blood red lips. "Well," she asked, "satisfied?"

I wasn't, but I gulped, "Oh, definitely!" to forestall her doing anything else that might get me in trouble with my little blonde witch.

Gabe held out her hand, "C'mon Conan, you need to get out and dance." I looked around. Lisa looked back. I was about to decline, when Gabe added, "Lisa, you don't mind if I borrow this big lug for a minute, do you?" Lisa smiled. "No, of course not!"

Trapped. I followed Gabe out to dance floor, and we did that modern dance thing for a while. I was buzzed enough to think I was looking subtly at the way her lovely breasts moved. So when she said, "You really like those, don't you?", it took me a moment to realize what she was talking about. Once I did, I turned a bright, hot shade of crimson. I also stopped dancing. "Nonono... don't stop dancing," she said. "You wouldn't want Lisa to see you standing there all red like that."

I wasn't too sure about the logic of that, but I was feeling sufficiently cowed at the moment that I just did as she asked.

Then the music changed, and a slow dance started. Gabe took my hand, and I just sort of reflexively slid an arm around her waist. And then I just sort of habitually pulled her up real close against me. And it just seemed natural that I would get an erection, as I felt those amazing and wonderful tits moving softly against me, and the warmth of her breath on my bare chest.

"Sammmm," she mumbled against my chest. "Yeah?" I asked, feeling a little dreamy as the alcohol played tag with my brain. She said, "Is that your sword I feel poking me?"

"Uhh...," I said, fishing desperately for the perfect save. There wasn't one.

"Yeah, I thought so. It's ok. Just don't think this means we're married, ok?"

Whew. "Thanks, Gabe." It took a really great effort of will not to give her a friendly little kiss. I settled for just giving her a friendly little squeeze of my arm, which was a much safer and more sensible thing to do. She squeezed me back.

So, I escaped from the dance floor with my life, which I probably didn't deserve.

I went back to my drink stand, to find that my replacement and Lisa's had arrived. I was free! And damned hungry for something.

I looked around. There she was, the little witch, making time with Chewbacca. I sneaked up behind her, and picked her up by the waist. She squeaked, and told me to put her down. I gave her a little half spin, and threw her over my shoulder. I grinned at Chewy, and waved goodbye to him.

"Hey! Sam, put me down! This is embarrassing!" She sounded so cute when she was embarrassed. I knew she looked cute too, even though I couldn't see her face right then. She always turned cherry red from her jaw up to her temples.

I carried her right out of Ground Zero, across the courtyard, and into the dorm. She protested all the way, "oh my god im so embarrassed i cant believe youre doing this how am i going to face everyone tomorrow im going to get you for this i feel like an idiot oh god sam please put me down" etc etc etc.

When we got to her room, I opened the door with my free hand. I carried her into the room, and kicked the door closed behind me. Then I let her down off my shoulder, ready to block with my arm, in case she tried to clock me one.

She didn't clock me.

She put her arms around my neck and dragged my mouth down to hers. Her breath was hot on my lips, as she sucked my tongue out of my mouth. God, that felt good. I pulled her against me and squeezed her hard as we kissed.

I reached a hand behind her shoulders, and yanked down the zipper of her catsuit. I stepped a pace back from her, pulled it off her shoulders, and she slid her arms out of the sleeves. I ignored the bra for the moment, and I got on my knees, and pulled the suit down her thighs. When it was bunched at her knees, she stepped out of it. I stood up and removed my own costume, what little of it there was.

I stood back a little, then, and surveyed what I had in front of me. A gorgeous little platinum-blonde witch, with a propensity for biting. Dressed in a bra, panties, button nose, and straw whiskers. Well, a few straw whiskers. 3 or 4 had fallen off when we kissed. I pulled the rest off, took her head in my hands and kissed her again. I took the black button nose in my teeth, pulled it off, and spat it on the floor. She licked at my neck, and bit my shoulder.

I reached around her torso, and undid the clasp of her bra. She let it fall forward onto the floor. I looked down at her. Her face was upturned, watching me. Below that, her lovely breasts were swaying slightly with her breathing.

The sight made me dizzy with desire.

I whispered to her, "You know what used to happen, back in the old days, to little blonde biting witches?"

"What...?"

"They got eaten alive. By hungry wolves."

Her eyes suddenly looked dazed and smoky. She swallowed visibly, and licked her lips. "Really?"

"Really." I added, "You should lie down... you might be safer if you don't make any sudden movements."

She swallowed again. "Maybe you're right."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her breasts swaying a little as she moved. I loved that sight, I could watch it all day. Then she lay out full length, her head on her pillow.

I climbed onto the bed beside her, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "At first," I said, "the wolves are friendly."

I kissed her ear, and slid my tongue behind the earlobe. Then I worked my way wetly, inch by inch toward her mouth. I kissed softly and repeatedly at her lips, until she parted them and offered me her tongue. I sucked her tongue, and kissed all around her mouth, her throat, and her collarbone, and left a trail of wet kisses down her chest.

I put a hand to the underside of one soft tit, and moved it gently, testing the weight of it. Her nipples visibly engorged as I touched her. I flipped my thumb back and forth across one partly aroused nipple, and felt it harden and swell underneath. I took the breast in my hand, and began to gently knead it like dough. She closed her eyes in concentration, reacting with gasps and small moans of pleasure to what I was doing.

"Then," I said, "the wolves start to get hungry."

I attacked her with my teeth then, licking and kissing her softly wherever I nipped her, until her skin was slick, and her nipples were red and inflamed. We were both hot and perspiring.

I kissed my way down her trembling belly then, until I reached her hips. She jumped slightly when I touched her.

I pulled her panties down her legs and off of her ankles. Then I crawled slowly up the length of the bed, between her thighs.

I put my hands on her hips and lowered my head until my nose was just brushing the damp curls of her hair. I inhaled the deep, musky odor of her body, and I felt her muscles tense under my hands.

"At last," I said, "the wolves are ravenous, and they eat you alive."

I lowered my mouth through the wet thatch of hair, and ran my tongue gently over the crease of her lips. I slid the tip of my tongue slowly up and down the length of the crease, until it opened and my tongue traced the slickness of her inner flesh. My senses were overpowered by the raw, musky smell of her womanhood.

I used my thumbs to pull back the lips of her cunt, to better reach the sensitive flesh inside. I ate her with a mixture of tenderness and violence, as I licked and lapped gently at her, and then attackedher vigorously with my tongue and fingers.

She began to tremble, her thigh muscles twitching as I drove her crazy with my hands and mouth. I penetrated her with my fingers, then, and massaged the walls of her vagina as I licked and rubbed and sucked her clit.

Finally, her breath rushing in and out in a panic, she started to moan loudly, and then to scream. She grabbed a pillow and bit down hard on it, using it to muffle her shrieks. Her hips bucked under me, as she tried to thrust herself harder into my mouth, rubbing her flesh wantonly against me. I pinned her legs under the weight of my body, and held her down until I was done with her.

When we finished, it was hard to say which of us was more exhausted. The wolves were pretty much run ragged.

After I had cleaned myself up with a towel, I went to lay beside her. She was laying there with sleepy, self-satisfied look that made made me immediately recall her discarded cat costume. So, as we lay there, I pulled her against me, and kissed her mouth, to remind her that this wolf was still hungry. She kissed me back, and her tongue reawakened the taste of her body that still lingered in my mouth.

I put my arm around her, then, and felt my way down the length of her spine, until I got to her soft backside. I caressed her, and squeezed her flesh in my hand, kneading her and spreading her cheeks with my fingers. She moaned and rubbed her hips against mine.

I whispered in her ear, "You know what else they used to do with witches, don't you? If they survived the wolves?" I squeezed her ass, and slid a hand between her cheeks. I traced the crack of her ass with my finger.

She licked and kissed my throat. She asked, in a subdued whisper, "What?"

I found the little puckered indentation of her asshole, and I moved it in a slow circle with my fingertip. I spoke right beside her ear, so close that her hair tickled my lip, "They impaled them." I pushed my fingertip against her closed rear entry, and repeated in a softer voice, "...they impaled them."

Lisa looked at me. She saw the desire smoldering in my eyes and glanced away quickly. She put her mouth to mine in a hard, quick kiss. She whispered against my throat, "Be gentle. Ok? Be gentle." And she rolled away from me, and lay down on her stomach, with her head pillowed on her arms.

I went over to her dresser, and got out a tube of lubricant gel that we had occasionally had reason to use. I sat on the edge of the bed, and gazed up and down the curving white length of her body, and especially at the soft swell of her backside. I squeezed a good amount of gel onto my hands, and worked it between the cheeks of her ass, and onto the length of my cock.

I pinched her bottom then, and said, "On your knees, witch." She got up onto her knees on the bed, with her hands gripping the front of the iron bedframe. I kneeled behind her. I tapped the insides of her ankles with my fingers, and she obligingly moved them farther apart.

She bent over then, until her head was down close to her knees. That pulled her bottom tight, and exposed her. I reached down with one hand, still slick with gel, and rubbed her asshole with my fingers. I used my other hand to guide my cock there. I pushed gently against her.

Nothing happened. She was sealed tight. I put my hands on her hips, and pulled her back towards me. Still nothing. I was questioning whether she was just too nervous, and if it wouldn't be better to forego it for another time, when she began to move against me.

She rolled her hips in a small circular motion that rotated the head of my cock against her sphincter. It was pleasurable enough that I felt myself losing my concentration as she did it, but I retained enough presence of mind to help her with what she was trying to do. I leaned in against her, alternately hard and gentle, until I felt her stiff resistance begin to yield.

She groaned from deep in her chest, as her body opened to admit me. I slowly pushed my way past her defenses, until I had a couple inches of my cock seated inside of her. Then I stopped for a moment, both of us panting and sweating. I rubbed her back softly, and asked her, "How are we doing?"

"I'm ok," she replied, slightly out of breath. "Keep doing what you're doing."

I pushed into her again. Her initial barrier having been breached, she pretty easily took the rest of my cock into her. When I had seated myself fully, so that my loins pressed her buttocks flat against her body, I began to move slowly back and forth inside her.

I had intended to work gradually up to this; starting out with a slow, almost imperceptible in and out movement, and working my way up to what would hopefully be a vigorous back-slapping fuck. But I hadn't counted on the heat of her inner body, or the muscles that were pulling and squeezing at my cock. I was already deeply aroused by the sight of my cock buried to the hilt in her ass, and when she began to flex the muscles in her lower torso, it was like being squeezed repeatedly by a hot fist--too pleasurable to bear.

I swiftly began to lose control of my state of arousal. I pulled and pushed against her a couple of times, as I tried to get into the rhythm of the stimulation she was giving me, but it was fruitless. I gasped, and seized hold of her hips as my orgasm peaked. My loins squeezed, and I shot my come into her body.

I rocked back and forth a little as I came, unable to move with the violent in-and-out fucking motions that I wanted to. I let my breath slowly escape from my lungs as my orgasm subsided into a pleasant afterglow. I edged back from her, then, and slowly withdrew my cock from her.

I lay down next to her then, exhausted but immensely satisfied. She said to me, "You know, I heard they had another solution for witches that survived the wolves *and* the impalement." I looked over at her. "What would that be?"

"Water." She smiled languidly, but with a hint of pixie-ish mischief.

One of the neighbors bitched at us the next day about making so much noise in the bathroom at 2 am. Lisa put a hex on her, and she failed a test the next week.