Britwitch's Hallowe'en Party 2011

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf comes, dressed as her opposite...

The party has been going on for days...but real life has a way of intruding and keeping one away from tiny little house parties.

No matter, the wolf is here now...in red latex and crinoline. She looks demure...but not.With a sigh, shifting her basket from left hand to right, she reaches for the knob and enters, the door giving a very low creak.

Witchling does know how to go for atmosphere.

 

[Britwitch]

Comes through from the kitchen, re-tying the ribbon that holds her bodice together. Hair a little tousled, eyes sparkling. Things to return to but first...a much awaited guest to greet.

Hello there Lady Luna...

A warm embrace and kiss to cheek

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A hint of nutmeg, of fall air and coolness, of wind swept trees and the trace of sun warmed male skin and seed.

My nostrils quiver knowingly, grin wicked and wide.

"Hello pretty Witchling, you look...."

Eyes stare her up and down, eyes glinting golden...

"good enough to eat..."

Presses a nip to a pale throat.

"Nice party. Won't stay long...not now but wanted to drop in and say hello."

 

[Britwitch]

A hint of nutmeg, of fall air and coolness, of wind swept trees and the trace of sun warmed male skin and seed.

My nostrils quiver knowingly, grin wicked and wide.

"Hello pretty Witchling, you look...."

Eyes stare her up and down, eyes glinting golden...

"good enough to eat..."

Presses a nip to a pale throat.

"Nice party. Won't stay long...not now but wanted to drop in and say hello."

A blush, cheeks growing warm

Thanks for saying so, you look pretty edible in that get-up yourself...

Blue eyes sparkling as they travel over red fabric and black lace

...and I'm so glad you got to stop by too, hopefully you can come back again before the party winds up tomorrow night...

A sigh at the nip, and a shiver, fingers stroking yours sides

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A blush, cheeks growing warm

Thanks for saying so, you look pretty edible in that get-up yourself...

Blue eyes sparkling as they travel over red fabric and black lace

...and I'm so glad you got to stop by too, hopefully you can come back again before the party winds up tomorrow night...

A sigh at the nip, and a shiver, fingers stroking yours sides

Low growl, small hand grasping fingers, holding them still.

I shall return pretty Witchling, of that have no doubts...

After all...

every fairy tale needs at least one witchling and one Wolf to be proper.

Raising fingers to lush red mouth and suckling...just one, tongue twirling around the tip...eyes gleaming.

Til next time, pretty.

Step out, and slip down the path...I will return...and she knows it is so...I owe her.

 

[Britwitch]

Low growl, small hand grasping fingers, holding them still.

I shall return pretty Witchling, of that have no doubts...

After all...

every fairy tale needs at least one witchling and one Wolf to be proper.

Raising fingers to lush red mouth and suckling...just one, tongue twirling around the tip...eyes gleaming.

Til next time, pretty.

Step out, and slip down the path...I will return...and she knows it is so...I owe her.

Teeth catching on lower lip, watching those lips as they envelop my finger...

I'll be waiting...

I stand and watch her leave, captivated...as people usually are by the striking Wolfen one...

With a sigh, I check that my remaining guests are happy before returning to the kitchen and a half finished meal...fingers working to untie my bodice so that I return in the same state in which I left...

 

[Seranova]

Teeth catching on lower lip, watching those lips as they envelop my finger...

I'll be waiting...

I stand and watch her leave, captivated...as people usually are by the striking Wolfen one...

With a sigh, I check that my remaining guests are happy before returning to the kitchen and a half finished meal...fingers working to untie my bodice so that I return in the same state in which I left...

By the time she returns, he has had a few minutes to regain his stamina, as it were, so the smile across his face grows slightly when she is once again before him. But he doesn't let her slip to her knees just yet, as he has other plans for her, and he won't be denied his own tastes of her abundance.

Mouth falls to breasts once more, this time freely nibbling, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting the nipples and surrounding flesh, lavishing them with attention. His nails rake up fishnet covered thighs, teasing past the edge of skirt, but not quite reaching the desire hidden at the apex. Finally, his mouth breaks contact, and lips meet her ear as he whispers quietly, yet firmly.

"On the table, my dear... head down... ass in the air... Its time to dig in..."

Fingers curl in her hair and pull back so that he can kiss and lick her throat for a mere moment, and a hand squeezes a mound of flesh, before releasing quickly and stepping back with a wicked smile and a gestured hand, giving her a chance to comply.

"Oh, and lose the panties..."

 

[Britwitch]

I feel as though I've barely set foot back into the kitchen when his mouth is against my flesh. Every inch of my chest feels the heat of his mouth, the tug of his teeth. My back arches and I present myself almost wantonly, fingers raking through his hair, my own head tossed back. Feet fidget as fingers trail over my thighs, drawing soft whines from my lips.

His whisper makes me shiver, although from anything but the cold. His breath dancing over my ear, my neck. A gasp as hair is pulled, stretching my neck before his mouth, another as breast is groped. Then the contact is gone.

A shy blush at the final part of his instructions and I rather coyly put my hands up under my skirt and pull down my underwear, stepping out of it but being careful to keep myself hidden beneath the fabric. Leaving me in nothing but my fishnet stockings beneath the skirt. Biting my lip, without any attempt at questioning and with no hint of refusal on my part, I climb up onto the table, on my hands and knees, before lowering onto my elbows, laying my cheek against the table, leaving my rear high above me.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

Ready.

 

[Seranova]

A sigh of appreciation is drawn from his lips as he circles back and forth behind her for nearly a full minute. Fingers trace fishnets and the skin beneath just above the tops of leather boots. He is trying to be patient, trying to savor the offered meal before diving in recklessly. But it is getting tough to even deny himself the tastes. Slowly, his hands drag up the backs of her legs, higher and higher upon thighs, slipping under skirt, passing tops of stockings, and continuing their path along curved ass, lifting skirt out of the way, and revealing the desire to his eyes.

"Beautiful... Delicious... I think this meal is really more a decadent dessert, and as such could use some toppings."

A small kiss is placed at the very top of thigh, directly akin to heated mound.

"Maybe some honey..."

Teeth graze the opposite side.

"Some chocolate drizzle..."

Nails drag slowly down full curve of plump behind.

"Some cream?"

Hot breath falls directly on her exposed sex, then he pulls away with a chuckle and a playful, yet firm smack across pale cheek. Then he turned to glance eyes over the various food items on the counter nearby. There had to be something usable among all that.

"Hold still for a moment. I'm going to see what I can find to add to this dessert..."

 

[Britwitch]

The seconds drag by. It feels like a small eternity has passed since I climbed onto the table before I feel him touch me, although it can only have been a minute or two. Tickling fingers, behind my knees, makes me want to fidget but I fight the urge and stay still. My breathing shallow.

I blush, the wood beneath my face warming up, at his comment on what he has lying before him.

The kiss makes my leg muscles tense.

The teeth causes my already moistened sex to grow wetter.

The feeling of nails makes my back arch down a little, towards the table, pushing my rear higher.

Then breath against my sex stopping my own breathing for a second or two. The slap resulting in a muted yelp, and a slight wiggle of behind.

"I'm not going anywhere..."

I eventually manage to reply, my words a little muffled from the position and shaking...ever so slightly...with anticipation.

I remain, as I am, waiting. Hearing his footsteps echo on the tiled floor. My mind racing with possibilities.

 

[Seranova]

Eyes search over the various items located upon the counter before him, and every once in a while, glance back over his shoulder at the beauty on the table. A bottle is picked up, mused over, then placed back. Not sweet enough. A jar is lifted, and again studied. Perfect. After placing it in the crook of his arm, he resumes his search for more. A canister is chosen, and another bottle retrieved. Maybe...

A slight pondering noise from his throat as he studies a pair of canisters.

"Cinnamon or sugar, do you think?"

A slight chuckle follows, as he tucks one and places the other back. Whether or not she had answered didn't matter, the question had only served the purpose of teasing.

Upon his arrival behind her, he places the varied toppings and a small basket of fresh cut strawberries to her side; just happens to be the side her head is facing, purely by chance. Maybe. Probably not by chance at all. Dipping chocolate, powdered sugar, a small jar of honey, a canister of whipped cream, and a drizzling spoon all sit at the ready upon the polished wood.

"Now... where shall I begin?"

Both hands soothe at her ass, up and down, softly, randomly squeezing, then another firm smack, and resumes soothing. Thumbs brush the outsides of puffy nether lips, then pull away completely. He picks up the jar of honey first, and with drizzling spoon, allows a few drops to slide right between ass and slowly over sex.

The following lick is slow, tedious, flat, and rises fully up her folds and between plump rises of bottom until the honey is consumed in a single motion.

 

[zydrate]

bounces in, her 'tail' swinging behind her and little pointy ears at the top of her head, Zy's ready to party for Halloween

"Hey everyone!" Waves and holds out her little treat bag, "Trick or treat!"

 

[Britwitch]

There is a clink of jars, the sounds of things being moved. I try to think back to what condiments and cooking supplies have been left lying around but after all the baking I've done to prepare for the party, I can't begin to imagine what he's looking over.

"Depends on your taste, I suppose..."

I hear him walk back towards me and my eyes widen as an array of items are laid out near my face.

Warm palms slide over my rear, massaging almost before another smack stings my flesh. Then more stroking, feeling. A moment of excitement as his fingers near my sex but just as swiftly they are gone once again.

A short, sharp, exclamation as something cool begins to drip down between the cheeks of my behind and down over my lips. It's slow, almost painfully so, progression again makes me want to shift my position but I hold still. I don't know how I manage it, but I do.

Just.

Then a long, low moan as tongue touches my body, removing whatever he had decorated me with in one long swipe. My own tongue mimics his action, running over my lips, my fingers stretching out across the table's surface, nails digging in as he cleans me. My mind wondering just how much more of a mess I will be before he is finished.

 

[Seranova]

A strawberry is picked up between smooth fingers, and the cold fruit glides up and down the folds of her sex for a moment, before his thumb centers the berry and slides it to sit just barely peeking from her entrance. More honey is drizzled lazily down the meet of cheeks, over puckered hole, and down to coat berry and folds in sweetness. But he doesn't lick just yet. Instead, finger and thumb close over hooded nub at the end of sex, and give it a firm pinch, then hold as tongue slides up from that point to the end of valley between ass. When is pulls away, so do the pinching fingers.

"Such a delightful mixture of tastes, little one. I could enjoy the appetizer all day. But I know you have a party to get back to, else I would draw this out as long as possible..."

The berry is drizzled with a few drops of chocolate and his mouth meets folds to suck the sweet fruit from its current home slowly. Once out, he chews appreciatively on the treat, then pulls out another strawberry.

"Want one?"

It too, is slid into position just inside her entrance, but his fingers twist and prod with the cold berry, collecting generous portions of her natural sweetness. Then, it is slowly removed, laden with a few drops of chocolate, and pressed towards her lips.

As he waits, a line of chocolate cascades down the skin of her ass, produced from the bottle in his free hand.

 

[Britwitch]

I watch as his fingers come into view, select a strawberry, and then vanish out of my sight once more. I suspect it's destination mere seconds before the fruit touches my sex. I feel it push up and down and then inside.

"Oh my..."

The words are murmured before tailing off into a whimper as my clit is pinched firmly, causing my hips to jerk and my insides to clench around the cool strawberry nestled inside.

More liquid is dropped onto my sex and the fruit before warm lips surround it and eases it from within the lips of my sex.

"I'd love one..."

I part my lips as he picks up the strawberry only to watch it disappear behind me and my cheeks blush a little brighter as I feel it enter me. This time it is pushed deeper, moved around, twisted, making my hips twitch and easing more of my body's natural lubrication to leak onto my thighs.

Soon the glistening fruit, topped with chocolate is before my face. I open my mouth and my tongue slips out to guide it into my mouth. I can taste myself, the sweet fruit, the rich chocolate and traces of honey.

Thank you, that was delicious...

I reply, looking up from the table. I can feel something else, something slightly warmer flowing down onto my rear, dripping down onto my sex and threatening to run down my legs.

I hope you're enjoying your dessert so far...

 

[Seranova]

"It is exquisite."

He replies simply, with slight humor in his voice, before his head dips to lavish the chocolate-coated area with his mouth and tongue. At first, his mouth saves dripping folds until ass and thighs are cleaned, but then, it dives in to suck the remaining sweetness from her sex, then continues to lick, suck, and nibble on the offered mound hungrily. A few groans leave his mouth to vibrate against pussy, as his lips eagerly indulge in the different kind of sweetness they were tasting.

Fingers grip ass, nails dig in, then release as he squeezes the plump flesh randomly. He continues this for a full few minutes, tongue dipping, lips sucking, teeth grazing, until he finally pulls away and lands two more playful smacks upon her ass.

"Almost ready for the main course, my dear? Since you have been so well behaved, I will let you pick where my next treat for you is deposited, for your full enjoyment..."

He grins wickedly and allows his re-hardened member to brush against fishnet-covered thighs, while his fingers toy aimlessly at clit. He leans over gradually and growls directly into her ear.

"Stand on the floor, spread your legs, and bend over the table, little one."

 

[Britwitch]

Fingers curl into my palms as his tongue works to clean my sex of the various goodies he has applied to it. Every swipe, every probe of his tongue, every suckle of his lips, makes my hips roll ever so slightly. My clit is tingling incessantly and my sex is flooding with arousal.

A giggle as his own sounds of enjoyment thrum against my sex, making my body shudder in response. Hips bucking ever so slightly as fingers grope and finger nails graze. Their movements growing more pronounced as slaps land upon my ass.

My eyes flutter shut as his fingers focus lazily on my clit. The small bundle of nerves almost throbbing beneath his touch. I am so damn turned on I can barely register anything but his touch. His growling tone against me ear makes me jump, so lost was I in the sensations he was creating.

Without a word I slip down from the table. Booted feet spreading apart, upper body bending over the table. I look back over my shoulder at him, my expression one of expectation tempered with a little uncertainty and a lot of need.

 

[Seranova]

He gazes appreciatively for several moments, then places his feet directly inside each of hers. Hardened, pulsing, twitching shaft settles to run along her folds slowly, and his hands caress and squeeze flesh methodically.

"You never answered me, little one... Where would you like your next treat, when it is ready? That hot cream you so enjoyed before... Where do you need it?"

Hands slip around and beneath her, squeezing at breasts, kneeding, massaging, fingers pinching and tugging at nipples, then back around. Nails rake down shoulders, fingers rub at neck, lips graze ear, teeth grip the lobe, fist closes around hair. And all the while, heated shaft slides back and forth outside of nether lips, collecting arousal, feeding need, twitching in impatience.

Finally, the bulbous head is lined up, and inch by inch slowly disappears into tightness. A gasp of approval.

"So hot, so wet, so tight... Someone is very excited... Ready for the main course, my dear? I've been looking forward to this."

His coat still hangs open, heavy brass buttons swaying as his hips begin to roll, sliding inches of stiff flesh within her. Then, the length in nearly withdrawn fully, till only the tip remains inside. A pause for a few moments, and a shove of hips forward, forceful enough to buck her into the table firmly.

 

[Britwitch]

I watch him come closer, then look away just as I feel his shaft make long awaited contact with my sex.

"Inside...deep inside, please...I need, I want, to feel you fill up my needy little pussy with cream..."

I groan, my hips pushing back wantonly against him. My groans grow louder as his hands explore my body, feeling, teasing. Then that delicious tightness against my scalp as his hand takes hold of my hair once more.

Then he pushes inside. My mouth opens but no sound comes out. My lips stretching to accommodate him, inner walls clutching greedily, trying to pull him deeper. Always deeper.

"Yes...oh, yes please..."

I barely recognise the voice that answers him. The words laden with lust.
I hold my breath as his shaft begins to retreat, waiting with bated breath to feel that incomparable feeling of fullness again. Then a cry as his hips thrust forwards, burying him to the hilt inside my tight sex and pinning me against the table.

"Mmmm...Th-thank you..."

I whimper, my voice shaking, breathless. My hips even then pushing back, trying to get him as deep as humanly possible.

 

[Seranova]

"You're welcome, little one..."

He whispers softly, then pushes a bit harder, shifting his hips down to gain a bit more depth. Hands slide along ass, then fingers grip and dig into hips, as the first real thrusts of passion are delivered. Each brings the pulsing girth deep, pelvis smacking against thighs and ass each time.

"Look at you... bent over a table, needy, clothes disheveled and exposed... so delicious... and getting exactly what you want..."

The pushes intensify, thrusts speed up, and with each, he pulls against her hips, rocking her back to meet with him. Growls fall from his throat, as his passion overwhelms him.

"I'm gonna be filling you soon..."

 

[Britwitch]

"I'm...I'm a lucky...a lucky little...little one..."

I groan out between thrusts that take my breath away. His hands pull my hips back and they rock in his fingers, grinding back on the thick shaft every chance they get.

The table buffets my hips again and again but I don't care. All I care about is the wonderful feeling of his cock filling my pussy, stretching it. My clit repeatedly bangs against the table's edge, crushing the throbbing nub and sending waves of pleasure that are rapidly increasing in strength.

Fingers reach out, unsuccessfully, to try and find purchase in the table's surface to help me push back even more. My back arches, tilting my hips, affording him even deeper access to the inner most reaches of my slickness.

 

[Seranova]

Tightness, wetness, altogether too much, too good, too intense for the sensitive head of shaft. A groan leave his lips as he continues to push, rocking against her firmly, forcefully, savagely. He is taking and giving all at once.

His feet spread a bit more, pushing hers out ever further. Fingers grip beneath pushed up skirt even harder. Each buck of hips lands him deeper and even more filling of her tight confines. The canal is nearly milking him, as if pleading for his gift to erupt into her. So close.

A few more...

Hands abandon hips, one snakes up her back to grip her hair, and tug with every push of hips. The other grasps at a breast, fingers closing around nipple at the peak, pinching as the palm closes around fleshy mound.

Almost...

With a few last, ever more savage thrusts, he stops and gasps.

"Cum with me..."

Then one more push after the pause, and his cock explodes, pouring stream after hot stream deep inside of her impossibly tight confines. Twitching, pulsing, filling, until he deposits the last, and pants heavily to catch his breath.

 

[Britwitch]

It's animalistic, it's nothing but lust.
It's amazing.

My body writhing between the table and him, hips rocking lewdly, internal muscles tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing. Every punishing push into my body, jars the table. Causing jars upon it to tinkle, candle flames to waver.

His fingers hold me tightly, not that I have any intention of trying to stop what's happening. His powerful thrusts are rapidly overwhelming me. Secretly, I'm glad we're doing this over the table, my knees are growing increasingly weak and if the wood wasn't there for me to lean on, we may well have spilt onto the floor by now.

Back bends as hair is pulling, clit pulsing with need.
Three words. I don't need telling twice.

Crying out loudly, my voice bouncing back off of the walls, I cum hard. My sex milking his spasming shaft, milking it, draining it. My body jerking and bucking beyond my control, again I'm glad of the table's solidity beneath me.

When the pulsing, thrusting, pumping stops. We both fight for our breath.
My brow is beaded with sweat, my thighs beaded with other secretions.

I raise my head and look back at him, hands still in my hair and on my breast. Blue eyes meeting green, a breathless whisper delivered with a smile.

"Please, give my compliments to the chef..."

 

[Seranova]

A chuckle, post climax humor, always so appreciated. Hands release hair and breast slowly, and softening member is gradually withdrawn from depths. A playful pat to ass, and he moves to help her back up to sit upright on the table. A light kiss, green eyes alight.

"So glad you enjoyed, my dear. We'll have to do it again, soon. I'm always hungry, you know..."

Firgers pinch at a nipple, and another kiss is placed upon her lips, this one deeper, more possessive.

"Soon..."

 

[Britwitch]

"Soon..."

I repeat with a nod and a mischievous smile.

"Definitely!"

I return the kiss, tongue sneaking out to stroke his before sitting back and letting my eyes roam over him. Fingers reaching out to straighten his shirt, and gently tuck him back into his trousers. Lastly, I work to fasten the shining buttons on his jacket.

"And, er...keep the uniform...it suits you..."

A wink as my fingers now work to adjust my own costume.