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The doorbell rang stridently.
Jack took a fortifying sip from his tumbler and sighed internally. Sure enough, a few moments later Lisa’s voice echoed from the bedroom. “Can you get that?”
“Sure thing hon,” he replied with little enthusiasm, getting off the couch impatiently.
“Oh, come on, you are such a wet blanket!” his girlfriend called back teasingly. “It’s getting late – this is probably the last group of trick-or-treaters. And then it’ll be time for your treat…”
Jack huffed a laugh, but moved with somewhat more alacrity down the short hall to the front door. His and Lisa’s love life had been depressingly dry of late, with one or the other of them always not in the mood when the other was. He’d begun to fear that this was the natural end of the relationship, and what had started out so passionately would end with nothing more than a whimper. But she’d promised to dress up in some sexy lingerie if he helped her decorate the house for Halloween and cater to the sugar-mad terrors which ranged the city tonight looking for their next fix.
Holidays weren’t his thing, but hey, give a little, get a little. And honestly, he was hoping to get a whole lot. Finally. He was already half-hard thinking about it. Quickly adjusting himself in his pants so that he didn’t traumatize any children on the other side, Jack pasted a smile on his face and opened the door.
An attractive young woman was standing stock-still on the other side of the door, staring at him with an impassive expression. A black sack lay on the porch by her feet. She was dressed largely in unrelenting black and wore a cute witch’s hat on her head. Her sleek black skirt reached to her ankles, and her velvety blouse was buttoned up the front and had a stiff white collar. The generous curve of her bosom seemed to indicate maturity, despite her short stature. Her shoes were of shiny dark leather with silver fasteners on the sides and low heels. Her face was pretty and might have been sweetly good-natured if she had any sort of pleasant expression, but instead her flat stare and dark eyes were slightly unnerving. Her dark hair was braided into two pigtails which settled across either shoulder.
“Uh, happy Halloween,” Jack offered after a silent few moments. “Um… nice hat. You’re a witch?”
She blinked at him. “Of course.”
“Well – uh, well you are the prettiest witch I’ve seen all night,” Jack complimented her. Her cast a reflexive glance over shoulder as he said it. He was only trying to be pleasant, but Lisa had a jealous streak a mile wide and tended to blow up whenever he said anything positive about another woman.
“I am likely the only witch you’ve seen all night.”
He frowned. “Ah, no, there’ve actually been quite a few.”
“The only real witch.”
Jack didn’t quite know what to do with that.
“Give me your candy,” she ordered after another few moments, her voice very firm.
He chuckled and reached inside for the bowl. It was full to the brim with sweet and chocolatey goodness; Lisa had refilled it after the first few busy hours, right before the trick-or-treaters had largely petered out. “Well, what do you say…”
“NOW,” the young witch snapped at him.
Jack paused, no longer as amused. “You know, I don’t think I like your attitude.”
“I know I don’t like yours,” she retorted. “Since you haven’t yet given me all your candy.”
Ambitious little thing, wasn’t she? He was back to being amused. “Well, maybe I only give candy to witches that ask nicely.”
She pursed her soft pink lips at him in annoyance. “If you do not give me all your candy at once, I will curse you!”
He laughed. “Baby girl, I served a term in the military. Curses don’t bother me a bit – especially not from such a cute mouth.”
She huffed out an exasperated breath. “My name is Wednesday, not ‘baby girl.’ And I do not have a cute mouth.”
“Pleased to meet you, baby girl. I’m Jack.”
The young witch bared pearly white teeth at him. “Give me the candy!”
He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head. “Not ‘til you ask nicely.”
Wednesday crossed her arms and pouted, looking away and seeming to think it over. “Oh, fine,” she said finally. Her little white hands went to the buttons of her blouse and began to swiftly unbutton it. Jack’s eyebrows shot up and he nearly swallowed his tongue. By the time he’d verified, by pinching himself, that he was awake and this was really happening, she’d unbuttoned down past her navel and pulled her blouse open to reveal her bra-encased tits. They were full and perky, riding high on her chest; smooth, pale flesh straining out against a black lace bra.
After allowing him a minute to look, which he did in stunned silence, the witch tilted her head imperiously. “So, give me the candy. NOW!”
He blinked at her incredulously. “Ah, you thought that I wanted you to… uh, baby girl, that really was not what I had in mind. Please put those away – you’re very pretty but you are going to get me in so much trouble!”
She looked him blankly for a few more moments, making no attempt to secure her gaping blouse, then gave a short nod. “I see. I suppose I underestimated you. Very well, I accept your terms.”
Jack rubbed his forehead, feeling some new miscommunication had just happened. “Terms?”
That was when she stepped closer, reached out to his crotch, and began to tug down the zipper of his pants.
The candy bowl tumbled from his nerveless hand as small fingers brushed his cock. He jerked backwards with a gasp and tripped over the threshold, falling backwards onto the hall rug. Wednesday was on him at once, capitalizing on the confusion of his fall, a predatory light gleaming in her dark eyes. She tossed the hat into a porch chair and lowered herself to straddle one of his legs, putting her pale face down close to the bulge in his pants. Her hips began to rub her core against his leg – after only a moment he could feel her damp heat soaking through the fabric. Meanwhile she wasted no time in latching onto her target.
He groaned as her lithe, strong hands pulled his member out from his boxers and pants to meet the chill night air. She immediately began to stroke him, bringing him to full, aching hardness in short order.
“Mmmm, looks tasty,” she hummed, and ducked her head down to suckle the tip into her mouth.
“Oh, GOD,” he exclaimed. Hot, wet pleasure enveloped his prick. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had a blowjob, but he was pretty sure every blowjob he’d ever gotten paled in comparison to this. Her mouth was tiny, and soft, and slick, and fierce. She slurped a little as she bobbed her head slowly up and down, drool trickling from a corner of her pink lips. Pulling back, more slipped down her chin as she stared at him hungrily. It was like she was so cock-hungry she was salivating for it.
Her little pink tongue lapped at him, teasing the swollen head and dragging up and down his shaft in long languorous strokes. Then she sucked him back in her mouth with a sexy whimper, suckling at the tip like a kitten seeking milk. Choking a little, she forced herself almost half-way down his penis, her tongue caressing him hotly. The tight clutch of her throat muscles was almost more than he could take. He felt himself swelling dangerously.
“OH, oh, GOD.”
Wednesday pulled back off him with a pop before he could explode. One of her small hands began to softly stroke his shaft, while the other gently played with his tightening balls. “Oh, yes, fuck, baby girl, that’s so good,” he panted at her.
“Let us come to an accord,” Wednesday said calmly, if a little breathlessly. “You have two options. Option one: I finish asking you nicely, you get to cum all over me, and I get all the candy.” She emphasized by making several short, sharp caresses to his aching prick right below the engorged, purple head. His hips lifted off the ground as the first spark of a huge orgasm began deep in his twitching balls. But then she stopped the milking motion and squeezed him firmly, expertly edging him back off the edge of pleasure.
“Fuck, ah, fuck,” he panted heatedly. “Fucking tease.”
“Option two,” she continued. “I ask cruelly. That involves getting my scissors out of my bag there, and then separating this nice, fat dick from your body. It will come in handy for any number of potions or rituals. Then, you bleed to death, and I get all the candy.”
So maybe he was a little twisted, but hearing her threaten him with castration in a deadpan voice, with a slightly fierce look on her sweet little face while her soft fingers milked his surging prick good and slow… he’d never been hotter in his life. “You let me cover you with my cum, and fill you up with it, and I will give you any goddamn thing you want. Any. Goddamn. Thing.”
She shivered at his growled words, sending a delightful ripple through her ripe titties. Her hands stroked him a little harder. “I get all the candy?”
“Every fucking piece. And then if you want, I’ll buy you some more.”
“You’ll do anything?” she pressed. One little hand had begun jacking him right below his cockhead again, and it was driving him insane.
“Ah, GOD! L-let me have you, and I’ll d-do fucking anything a-and e-everything for you!”
“Deal,” she purred, and then her mouth closed on his prick in a glory of slick fire, as one hand massaged his balls and the other jerked his shaft off into her. He convulsed, a few seconds of unimaginable pleasure passed, and then he felt the sperm welling up in his balls. With a strangled grunt, his erection throbbed even harder as it began to pump his cum into her mouth. Humming in pleasure, Wednesday immediately took his spurting member out with a wet gulp as she swallowed down the cream he’d shot across her tongue. He squirted a pearly strand across her pink lips and white teeth, another into and across one of her glossy dark pigtails, and a third up across her cheek almost to her ear. A small spurt splashed across her nose as she moaned, and then she began avidly lapping at his dick again as his orgasm wound down, his final squirts hitting her greedy tongue or smearing across her chin.
“Fuck!” Jack panted at he came down from one of the best highs of his life. Groaning, he looked down to where Wednesday continued to suckle wetly on the tip of his dick, preventing his erection from abating even slightly. Meanwhile, one small hand fondled and caressed his heavy balls, sending shivers of delight down his spine.
He didn’t want to move, but it had to be done. Grabbing her pale shoulder, he pushed her back and off his straining member. She pouted a little as it left her mouth and looked up at him quizzically.
“But I want more…” she whined sweetly in her soft voice.
“And you’ll get more,” he assured her immediately, pushing his erection back in his pants and struggling to his feet. “As much as you can fucking take. But we need to get inside the house, baby girl. I’m not keen on having a visit from the police for public indecency.”
Spotting her witch’s hat on a porch chair he grabbed that, scooped up the still half-full candy bowl while ignoring the sweets scattered around the porch and entryway, and ushered her into his house. Wednesday went without protest, occupied in licking strands of cum off her messy chin as she walked. Between that, her gaping blouse and shifting tits, and the sway of her tight ass beneath her skirt, Jack nearly fell on his face at least three times before he got her into the living room.
Setting the candy bowl down on the coffee table, he waved vaguely at the room. “Make yourself at home. Candy’s all yours. Take whatever you want. I just need to kick my ex-girlfriend out of the house, and then I’ll be right back. Sound good?”
“Mmmm,” Wednesday hummed, selecting a cherry-red lollipop from the bowl, tearing off the wrapper, and popping it in her mouth. “S’good.” She plopped down onto the couch, sucking avidly on the treat, her legs spread lewdly. Her skirt rucked up and gave him an eyeful of her panties; black and silky, they gleamed wetly at the crotch, the sodden fabric outlining the puffy lips of her dripping young cunt in an alluring cameltoe. The fresh, sweet smell of her musk began to fill the room.
Jack had to pinch his arm and remind himself he needed to get Lisa out of the house to forestall his instinctive urge to get on his knees and bury his face between the little witch’s legs. Letting out his breath in a harsh groan, he forced himself out of the living room and headed to the bedroom.
Lisa was waiting for him there, on his bed. She was dressed only in lingerie and was striking what he assumed was supposed to be a seductive pose, propped up on one elbow, chest thrust forward, and legs arranged deliberately to display what lay between. Even in his current state of overwrought lust, with his cock hard as an iron bar in his pants, the sight left him completely cold. His immediate reaction was to compare her to the cute little witch who’d assaulted him on the porch, and his now ex-girlfriend came up short in every possible respect.
Lisa’s face wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as Wednesday’s. It also had begun to show her age, and the fact she hadn’t been taking care of herself lately, which she was trying to hide with cosmetics. Unsuccessfully. Her tits were bigger than the little witch’s, but also flabby, sagging unattractively even in the tight, hot pink bra Lisa had confined them in. Her stomach pouched out noticeably, compared to Wednesday’s sleek, but soft figure. Lisa’s legs and especially her thighs had substantially bulked up in the past year. Finally, her pussy, visible through the sheer (and again, hot pink) underwear she had on, was a messy, tangled wilderness of bush and gaping, sloppy cunt-lips.
The scene made him feel nauseated. Jack suddenly felt like he could look clearly at what had happened to his relationship – Lisa had checked out. For whatever reason, she’d decided she felt secure, and no longer needed to keep trying to maintain her appearance or body. This had been going on for a while now, but he’d always made excuses in his head, feeling guilty for judging her based on physical traits, and thinking that maybe this was just a phase that she’d work through and get back to who she’d seemed like when he first met her.
But he realized now that this was who Lisa was, truly. She’d fooled him into a relationship by pretending to be someone other than she was, and once he was invested, she felt safe enough to finally let the mask slip. She didn’t care about him, or at least not enough to put herself to any trouble. Even dressing up to supposedly give him a fun night in the bedroom as a reward, she hadn’t cared enough to remember, after knowing him for nearly three years now, that he hated hot pink and the color was an instant turn-off for him. She certainly hadn’t cared enough to attempt to keep herself desirable to him – instead her idea of the dynamic seemed to be that he should be grateful whenever she let him sleep with her.
Jack decided he couldn’t get this dead weight out of his life fast enough.
“Hey hon,” he greeted her, the endearment burning like acid in his mouth. “Let’s hit the pause button on the bedroom stuff real quick – I have just got to show you something outside. It’ll just take a couple seconds – throw on your robe and you’ll be fine.”
Lisa rose slowly from the bed, her face rearranging itself into harsh lines of displeasure. “Seriously, Jack? What the hell is so important you need to pull me out of the house NOW to look at?”
“I am so sorry, hon!” he exclaimed, laying it on a bit thick now he no longer felt any guilt about getting rid of her. “I know you went to a huge effort to get everything set up just right for this, and, I have to say it really shows. But you will not believe the costume on this girl! Some girls are just so desperate for attention they’ll wear, or, I guess, not wear in this case, just about anything! Seriously, I don’t know how her parents could have let her go out like that.”
Suddenly interested, Lisa grabbed her robe and began to pull it on. “Really? What’s she wearing? Oh, I knew this was going to happen! So many girls are just little whores nowadays! Not that it’s always their fault, some of them don’t understand how they are being objectified and used.”
Hook, line, and sinker. He’d known appealing to her prudish sense of self-righteousness would get her moving. Lisa was, as he’d discovered after getting in a relationship with her, was one of those unpleasant people who liked publicly berating those whom she felt had overstepped the bounds of common decency. Only somehow, the “bounds of common decency” always seemed to come down to Lisa’s pet peeves and insecurities. She’d become increasingly insecure about her appearance, and one of the results was her crusade against anything she deemed too provocative or sexualized.
“Well, I honestly haven’t been able to figure out what she’s supposed to be dressed as,” he replied, chivvying Lisa towards the door, and slyly picking up her purse along the way. “And I don’t want to look too close, you know. It’s a whole lot of what I don’t want to see, and I don’t want people to think I’m ogling her. I mean, the last thing I want to see when I’m looking forward to a great night with my girl is some skank’s disgusting body, right?”
Jack left unsaid that his girl was now Wednesday (for as long as she’d have him), and the disgusting skank he was referring to was Lisa.
“Oh, of course!” Lisa exclaimed with a pleased smile as they headed down the hall towards the door. “You are such a good boy, Jack! Yeah, let me see what this little hussy is parading around in, and then we can forget about her and get back to our night.” She looked up at him with what she probably thought was a seductive expression. “And I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”
He felt nauseated again, even though he knew it was a lie. What she meant was she’d do anything she wanted, and he was supposed to pretend that whatever that was, was the sexiest thing ever.
“She shouldn’t be too far away, I spotted her group coming up the other side of the street,” he said, holding the door for her. He peered into the darkness, and then brightened his face like he’d found what he was looking for. “Oh, I think that’s them behind that bunch of trees over there! See, right there!” He gently encouraged Lisa, who was gazing into the night with a look of bafflement, forward with a hand at her back.
She took a few steps forward and squinted. “I – I don’t know if I can see-”
Jack faded backwards quickly and quietly. Pausing for a bare moment to silently place her purse on the porch, he fell back into the house and softly closed the front door. Then he locked and bolted it for good measure. Quickly, he made his way around the house, avoiding the living room for the moment, and made sure all the windows and the back door were shut and locked, and all the curtains were drawn. As he came back down the stairs, he could hear a muffled thumping sound from the front door, and Lisa’s voice raised in whiny tones.
“Jack? What’s going on! Open this door right now Jack!”
Fuck her. Her car keys were in her purse. He didn’t think she’d make too much of a scene, considering she was out in a chill October night dressed only in lingerie and a bathrobe. At some point he’d gather the junk she’d moved into his place over the last few years and put it outside so she could get it, but that wasn’t important right now. He hurried back into the living room, heart beating faster in anticipation of what he would find there. Luckily, he knew the windows were already locked and the curtains drawn in that room, as he was certain most coherent thought processes would stop once he saw Wednesday again.
He was right.
He stopped in the doorway to soak up the scene. Wednesday was laying back on the couch, holding her cherry sucker in one little hand and a chocolate treat in the other, happily worshiping the candy with her mouth in ways that would get her kicked out of most anywhere for public indecency. The little witch lapped at the chocolate bar with her soft pink tongue, now streaked with chocolatey brown, then closed her plump lips around one end and began to suck on it wetly, a line of drool escaping the corner of her mouth.
Driven by a feeling of desire so strong it felt like it took control of his body, Jack moved over and knelt between Wednesday’s spread legs. She smelled utterly intoxicating, clean young woman mixed in with the sweet, spicy, salty musk of her arousal, overlaid with tones of sugar and chocolate.
Little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, he said to himself, semi-deliriously.
He brushed the skirt up the taut lines of her legs and stroked her damp inner thighs. She made a pleased humming sound in the back of her throat. Gently encouraging her to lift her ass off the couch for a minute, he pulled her panties down and off and tossed them to the side. He groaned low in his throat as her slick young pussy was revealed to his hungry gaze. It was tight and pink and pretty, glistening with evidence of her arousal. He ran one long finger from the bottom of her slit to the hidden pearl at the top, provoking a tiny grunt from her lips as her hips jerked at the sensation. Giving up on sucking off the chocolate bar, she bit the tip off with strong white teeth, then placed the bar to the side on the arm of the couch before licking her fingers clean and popping her cherry sucker back in her mouth. Running her slightly sticky fingers through his hair, she gripped his head and pulled him down towards her eager core.
Jack was happy to oblige her. Diving in, her delicious scent enveloped him as he assaulted her outer lips with broad strokes of his tongue. The taste of her was addictive, hot and sweet. She began making cute little whimpering noises as he continued lavishing oral attention on her tight cunt. He could feel the muscles in her legs twitching involuntarily as she built towards her peak. A minute later her thighs clamped around his head and she let out an innocent squeal of delight as an orgasm crashed through her.
“Yes, yes, y-” her soft moans cut off, and when he glanced up at her face, he saw it was scrunched up adorably, eyes tightly shut and mouth open and gasping. A few moments later, as the strokes from his tongue grew firmer and began to dip inside her folds, she found her voice again.
“Oh, oh, OH! J-j-jack, mmmm, good, g-good, good, oh yes so perfect!” She was panting, her full hips rolling and jerking as she squirmed under his attentions. “Yes, NOW! Like that, keep going, oh Gods, oh G-gods, magic, m-magic, y-y-you’re magic Jack, so gooood, f-fl-floating, it’s – OH – sooo gooood!”
Wednesday’s muscles jerked and locked again as another tide of pleasure hit her. She let out another series of happy squeals. Her cunt twitched and gripped at his tongue, squirting creamy girl-juices over his mouth and chin. He backed off then, satisfied that she was as close to losing her mind as he was his. He lapped slowly at her entrance as she came down from her latest little death, drinking her sweet excitement and gently teasing her engorged clit. After a minute, when she was fully present again, he drew back and smiled down at her.
“Hey beautiful,” he said softly.
“Mi carino,” she whispered breathlessly in return.
He didn’t know what that meant, but the tender, sweet tone of her voice and fiercely burning eyes got her message across clearly. Leaning in, he captured her soft lips in a searing kiss, then got to his feet. Her eyes were fastened hungrily on the bulge at his crotch. As he pulled off his clothing and revealed his hardness to her once again, he heard her whimper softly, and saw her small pink tongue dart out to wet her lips.
Kneeling before her again, he pulled her hips forward to the edge of the seat. Her legs immediately hooked around his waist and began trying to pull him closer. Positioning himself carefully, he rubbed his engorged member up and down her opening, covering the head in her slippery juices.
“Put it in me,” Wednesday chanted softly, one small hand stroking his bare chest as the other fisted itself on a throw pillow. “Put it in me, put it in me, put it in me…”
With a low rumble, Jack set his hips and thrust inside her. He thanked his lucky stars that she’d already gotten him off once, because otherwise, the tight grip, wetness, and blazing heat of her cunt milking at his tip would have caused him to erupt immediately. As it was, he uttered a strangled groan as she closed around him, brow furrowed as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. Withdrawing until her sex was just kissing his tip, he drove forward again, penetrating a little deeper this time, then repeated the motion, slowly working his way deeper into her constricting yet welcoming depths.
This was unquestionably the tightest cunt he’d ever experienced, and the hottest girl he’d ever slept with. The feeling was incredible, not just in his steel-hard member, but across every inch of his body. He felt like he was on fire, but instead of pain each flare and swirl of the flames brought only pleasure. He gritted his teeth as he finally buried himself within her. The little witch’s eyes opened wide and a plaintive squeak escaped her lips as she felt him push against the entrance to her womb, prodding and teasing her cervix.
He stilled his motions for a minute to allow her to get used to his size. He wasn’t sure if she’d been a virgin or not – she was very aroused and had been loosened up with some intense orgasms, so he might have broken through her barrier without either of them noticing. Even if she hadn’t been a virgin, however, she was clearly inexperienced based on her exquisite tightness and her cute reactions to the sensations caused by his penetration. While her instincts were clearly on point and her enthusiasm was unquestionable, he wanted to make sure this was a mind-blowingly positive experience for her to encourage repeat performances. Since he was fairly sure the little witch was in the process of ruining him for all other women, he wanted to maximize his chances of fucking this perfect girl again and again moving forward.
Leaning down, he captured her soft, reddened lips with his, drinking her quick little pants of sweet, warm, chocolate and cherry-laced breath. Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he gently bit and sucked on it, the wonton whimpers dripping from her mouth only serving to spur him on. Wednesday responded with equal passion, her little tongue licking at his lips as one hand curled around the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Finally, she pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and wet. Cupping his face in her hands, she gazed into his eyes and flexed her legs around his waist. “Come on, Jack…” she whispered, low and hot. “Give it to me. I want everything, e-everything you are. Don’t hold back… I n-need you now. T-the only t-thing in t-the world keeping m-me from – ugh! – f-falling out of existence is that beautiful, p-perfect, th-thick prick. So, so, sooo g-good mi carino!”
She was so gorgeous and uninhibited, he felt impelled to place a kiss on her forehead. “Hmmm, sure thing, baby girl, so long as you show me those cute tits you’ve been hiding.” He glanced down to her still bra-covered chest significantly. “I want to touch and taste every inch of you, so deeply that some part of me will always be with you… in you…” He rocked his hips, shifting his length in and out just a fraction, and grinned ferociously at the strangled gasp that escaped her at the motion.
Thankfully, it turned out her black bra was fastened at the front, and between the two of them they got it off in short order. He began exploring his new playground at once, lapping at her stiff nipples and suckling on the rosy peaks. Her teats were as perfect as the rest of her, flawless and perky, soft and firm, jiggling deliciously as he began to thrust into her. She mewled in his ear, digging her heels into his ass and caressing the back of his head as she babbled scraps of nonsense and broken endearments in English and Spanish.
“Oh, fuck, Wednesday, so perfect!” he groaned as he sheathed himself to the hilt in her tiny, grasping pussy. She squealed and contracted around him again, milking him hard with her exquisite inner muscles. Her young pussy hugged his cock tightly, bathing it in fresh, creamy girl-juices to show its affection for the hard cock that was bringing it so much pleasure.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. He considered it a minor miracle, in fact, that he’d lasted this long. The pace of his thrusts began to speed up.
“Ah, FUCK!” he gritted out. “So, fucking, good baby girl! So perfect around my dick! You fucking little slut, you’re going to make me cum! I-I’m going to cum!”
The warning seemed to bring some momentary awareness back to the little witch, who had been getting fucked progressively sillier as their intense sexual encounter developed. She surprised him when she locked her ankles behind his ass, preventing him from withdrawing. “Give it to me!” she snarled up at him, eyes feral and teeth bared. “Fill me up! Ohhh, I NEED it! Plant your seed deep in my belly, mi carino! Pack me so full my tummy swells! Oh, oh, OH, I need to feel it in me, I need you in me! Want it, want to feel you spurt into me!”
A flashflood of howling lust tore through him, taking Jack completely by surprise. Up until now, he’d already been more turned on than he’d ever been. He thought it couldn’t get any hotter, but her plea for his cum quickly turned him into a mindless, rutting beast. Growling low in his throat, he began to slam into her swollen twat with every bit of strength he possessed. Each time he drew back, the puffy outer lips of her sweet young pussy clung to his length, holding on for as long as they could in an effort to prevent his escape, only to part in welcoming rapture as he drilled back down into her. Creamy girl-cum spurted from her twitching slit and she clawed at his back, either experiencing a series of intense orgasms or one long, endless high.
Either way, she was being fucked utterly stupid. Her little pink tongue lolled out of her mouth as she drooled shamelessly, her eyes rolling back to show the whites. Panting whimpers, guttural grunts, and wordless cries escaped her mouth in an endless stream. The sheer eroticism of the sight drove him even further into madness.
“OH, my god, baby girl, here it comes!” he panted. He could feel his balls tightening, and the bell end of his prick swelling as it prepared to launch its load into her fertile young womb. “Oh, oh, OH MY GOD! Oh, oh god that tight little pussy! I love it! It’s SO good, so TIGHT and HOT around me! AH, ah, ah, oh fuck, oh f-f-FUCK, FUCKKK!”
His balls clenched and his prick launched into a series of contractions so hard it left him unable to feel anything else. Fully encased in her clutching depths, he rocked his hips into her insistently, not drawing back but instead pushing forward again and again, battering against the entrance to her womb. A moment later he began to squirt thick streams of his cum deep inside her. Wednesday arched her back and screamed in bliss, every muscle in her body locking for a few seconds before her cunt relaxed enough to begin avidly milking his spraying member, eagerly aiding the injection of his essence into her ripe belly.
Jack could feel the young witch’s cervix against the tip of his jerking cock, and jammed his spurting member as hard as he could against that small hole. He groaned in ecstasy as his thick seed shot straight up towards her womb, filling her. She cried out in delight, rocking her hips against his to encourage every last drop from him.
“Yes, yes, YES, YES!” she squealed in his ear.
It took them a while to come down again. For a long while, as their orgasms abated and their senses began to reassert themselves, they remained joined, slowly rocking into and caressing each other, occasionally letting out small sounds of pleasure.
At long last, he withdrew from her tight body, letting out a grunt as his sensitive flesh left her delicious warmth. A trickle of their mixed cum slowly ebbed from her swollen sex and dripped down across her thighs. Amazingly, he was still hard, although much of the urgency of his desire was gone. Then he looked up at her, catching her dark, intent eyes shining at him above flushed cheeks, and he didn’t think it was so surprising anymore.
Wednesday made a guttural little sound of interest and desire, pushing herself up on the couch and getting him to sit down next to her. Leaning over his lap, she took the still somehow intact cherry lollipop from her mouth. Then, taking the sucker in one hand and his erection in the other, she began to lavish sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on his moist shaft. Jack grunted in pleasure, his heartbeat hammering in his chest again as he felt the hot, wet suction on his prick. With such a rich visual smorgasbord laid out for him, he didn’t know where to concentrate his gaze.
The little witch’s pretty, cum-stained face was intent as she lapped and sucked, first on his cock, then switching over to her sucker. Her mouth was lush, reddened, and swollen from kisses and her oral assault. Her small pink tongue worked busily, teasing and caressing his sensitive flesh or gliding voraciously over her sugary treat. Her bare tits jiggled and rippled with the eager movements of her body, rose-colored nipples crinkled into hard points of desire. And between her legs, her tiny, puffy cunt glistened wetly, slowly leaking his thick cum down her soft thighs.
He groaned as his balls twitched and tightened, signaling another building load. Running his fingers through her glossy dark hair, he felt a mixed wave of affection and lust course through him. “Such a good little girl,” he told her hoarsely. “Such a – uh! – good little cocksucker.”
The corner of Wednesday’s mouth curved upwards at the praise. She moved away from his throbbing dick for a few moments as she licked the diminishing lollipop again, and then turned back to focus her attention on the engorged, purple head of his member, which was beginning to spurt precum that dripped down over her strong fingers as they sensuously jacked up and down his length. The young girl slobbered over the pulsing tip, messily kissing, sucking, and lapping, uttering little hums and grunts of enjoyment as she gulped down his precum.
That was the last straw for Jack. With a strangled shout, he felt his whole body tense, shuddering, as the explosion built in his balls. “W-Wednesday!” he gasped. “Fuck – UGH! best little cocksucker – fuck! – gonna, gonna make me, gonna…so hot, so good – FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YOU LITTLE FUCKING SLUT TAKE IT ALLLL!”
As his cock surged and began pumping his seed into the young witch’s mouth, she made an avid, greedy sound and fastened her lips around his spurting member. Her hips rolled and shifted as she drank down his essence, and her sodden pussy twitched and squirted fresh girl-juices in approval of the hot meal. As Jack’s orgasm began to wind down, she swiftly pulled back. Moving her cherry lollipop over, she aimed his cockhead at the treat, and the last few squirts of cum splattered over the shining red surface. With another hungry little grunt, Wednesday licked her lips, her eyes shining as she firmly milked his penis with her soft, strong hand, coaxing every last trickle and drop of his pearly spending onto her sucker. Then, with a satisfied hum, she gave one last, lingering swipe of her tongue to his prick to catch the last bead of cum welling from the slit, and then popped the cum-covered lollipop in her mouth.
Leaning back on the couch again, Wednesday sighed in happiness, rolling the hard candy around her mouth. A minute later, she pulled the once again shining red lollipop from between her lips and looked at him solemnly.
“Your seed is quite tasty,” she told him evenly, with an imperious lilt to her voice. “I will be requiring more from you, later on.”
Jack grinned at her. “Whatever you want, baby girl.”
She pouted at him cutely. “My name is Wednesday, not ‘baby girl.’”
He leaned in closer and caught her eyes with his. “I know. Here’s the thing – when I call you baby girl, it’s because I’m picturing pushing my cock into your cunt and fucking you insensible, until the only thing you can do is grunt stupidly and babble babytalk as your hot little pussy squirts and cums again and again.”
“Guh,” Wednesday responded intelligently. Her nipples hardened even further, and her eyes rolled back slightly as a mini-orgasm washed through her. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, her eyes refocused on him again, slightly dazed. “You may call me baby girl,” she conceded breathlessly.
He kissed her then, hard and hot and long, and shockingly felt his over-worked member start to stir back to life once again. She was just too utterly enticing. He smiled hungrily down at the little witch again, his eyes full of promise, and her lips curved upwards in response.
“Wednesday, I think this may just be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”