Britwitch's Hallowe'en Party 2012

[Scuttle Buttin']

His brow arched at the groan from their side, the freckled one still so desperate for release, her arousal still coursing through her. His eyes didn't waver from the one in front of him, though, and he did not hesitate as his fingers moved against her, his hand moving easily with her shifting hips. Even over the needy and desperate sounds coming from the Witch, the other girl's moan was easy to hear, and as he looked at her, he knew that she was aware he heard it as well. She may fight, but her body would betray her. It was simply a matter of time.

His eyes shifted to the Witch, and he shifted his body so it was perpendicular to Dream's, facing the Witch. His head nodded, indicating the ground at his feet, and as his fingers teased a new sensitive bud, he spoke two simple words.

"Come. Kneel."

 

[Britwitch]

"Come. Kneel."

It's embarassing how quickly my body responds to those words. To his instructions.
It's as if that lust crazed part of my mind that's in control at the moment is clinging on to the promise of release, of climax.

There's barely a beat before my shaky legs move into action and I find myself dropping onto my knees before him. My less than graceful descent cushioned by the grass beneath me.

I'm so ashamed of myself as I look up at the man before me, and the one currently experiencing his 'talents' first hand.

"...please..."

My tone is soft, my voice shaking, my need obvious.

 

[BeautifulDream]

Her eyes slammed shut as his fingers rubbed her sensitive clit. Her body shaking, her knees growing weak at the sensation. She forced her eyes to open at his words, her sight moving to the now moving Brit.

"No..." She shook her head, struggling against him. "Don't torture her anymore. Okay, I'll obey." She glanced toward the blushing Brit, the look of shame easily readable on her face. Why did she have such a soft spot for the Witch?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The contrast between them so apparent in that one instant. The Witch moved and knelt without a moment hesitation, the one with her breath being restricted fighting still. The sight of the other kneeling, perhaps mixed with her own body's betrayal, begins to show the cracks in her will.

At her words, the only answer Dream receives at first is a slight shake of his head, and a redoubling of his work on her body. His eyes drop to the one kneeling before him as his fingers, arm stretched across his body, begin to make quicker, tighter circles against Dream's clit.

"Unfortunately for you, little Witch, she wanted to fight me. So you have to wait longer." He pauses, glancing at the other girl as if to emphasize this point, and then his eyes return to the one kneeling before him. "You get to suck me while you do, though. And maybe, if you impress me, I'll shorten your wait..." His words trail off, leaving it open ended as to whether he would or not, and his gaze shifts to the one he teases now. He'd not planned to come to the party yet, his trip here an impromptu one, and so it is only jeans and boxers that Witch will have to contend with this time.

 

[Nyte_mare]

~ As usual with her, she curls up in the corner, in the shadows, to watch... enjoying the show with Dream and the Pretty Witch ~

(Given the weather here, I will watch and not play because I may just disappear if Hurricane Sandy decides to eat my power or internet connection... anyways... I likes to watch.... hehe)

 

[Britwitch]

"Unfortunately for you, little Witch, she wanted to fight me. So you have to wait longer."

I want to tell Dream that it's ok. That it's not her fault, none of this. But I can't.
I can't do anything but watch...and listen...and, apparently, obey...

"You get to suck me while you do, though. And maybe, if you impress me, I'll shorten your wait..."

My eyes move from his face to his groin, then back. There are no more words. Nothing more to be said. It wasn't a request. It was a fact.
Shuffling forwards slightly on the grass my fingers work to open the front of his jeans, fingers now trembling from excited nerves fishing within the fabric to find their goal.

Stiffening flesh is found and drawn out into the cool air. My lips part to envelop the head and a wisp of condensation rises from my mouth. Curling gracefully into the air as I push my head forward and feel the pressure of him resting on my tongue.

A soft sigh. Almost in thanks. Something to take my mind off of just how god damned turned on he's made me.
Suckling softly, I try to concentrate on what I'm doing and not on the sounds and actions happening so near to my head.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She hissed, her body trembling at his touch, her hips jerking to pull away. She watched at Brit obeyed silently, her hands pulling him free and beginning her task. She wanted to tell Brit to run, to escape but she knew the truth. It wouldn't happen.

She felt presences near by, other watching. A small growl rumbling through her as none of them helped. The growl quickly faded into a loud groan, her fingers moving to tug at his wrist.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes fell closed for a moment as he felt warm, soft lips close around him, the heat of her mouth a clear contrast to the cool air. He had been growing hard already - who wouldn't be? - but there was still more arousal to pull from him, and the pressure and movement of her mouth on him begins to do that easily.

When his eyes open again, they are on the one he teases still, watching as her own arousal builds despite her fight against it. Her hand on his wrist spurs him to further action, though, and this time it is her that is suddenly filled by two of his fingers, against the contrast in cool air and the warmth of her body quite apparent.

 

[Britwitch]

Little by little more of him is taken into my mouth. Wet warmth embracing him again and again.
My hands resting lightly on his thighs as I suck with ever increasing pressure and speed. My head rocking back and forth making my curls dance slowly down my back.

At that moment I can't think of anything except the hard flesh in my mouth and the vague promise of relief if I please him.

Deeper. And a little deeper still.

 

[BeautifulDream]

His fingers entering her made her jump, her mind falling into the pleasure. Completely lost, completely overran as the thrust. She groaned against her will, her hand losing her grip on his wrist. Her eyes opened, taking in Brit on her knees before him.

Her legs twitched, the muscles in her thigh clenching against his hand. She shouldn't feel pleasure, she wanted to fight, but she couldn't. Her body doing all the things she didn't want, but not the things she did.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He can feel the Witch's lips moving down his length, drawing in more and more of him as he grows quickly hard on her tongue. The rush of blood mingles his heat with her own, and even as Dream groans his own mixes with it, hips rocking forward slightly. His fingers, slick with Dream's arousal as well now, move inside her, slow curls and strokes.

Using his grip around her throat and the fingers buried inside her, he pulls her off the wall and close to him, his eyes intent on her own.

"Are you ready to do as you're told now?" He pauses, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth and resisting the urge to push deeper into the Witch's mouth, and he doesn't wait from an answer from her. "On your knees. Help her." He waits, watching her, waiting to take his hands from her until he sees her moving to kneel before him. And ready to make her suffer as the Witch has if she doesn't.

 

[Britwitch]

I can feel his hips starting to move a little. The motion slight but discernible.
Enough to give me hope that I'm doing as I was told. That I might be impressing him, pleasing him.

"Are you ready to do as you're told now? On your knees. Help her."

I look up, lips stretched around him, my action slowing slightly but not stopping. Ready to withdraw my mouth and allow Dream's to join mine...waiting until she's beside me to do so. A tiny part of me hoping she doesn't, hoping she resists. That one of us manages to do so. The rest of me already shifting slightly to the side on my knees to make room for her.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She felt her back wanting to arch, wanting to stretch in the pleasure, let her hips meet his thrust. But she didn't, she was doing her damnedest to stay still, to not let her body betray her anymore. Her lips closed, her eyes squeezing shut, don't moan...

His jerk made her gasp, his fingers pressing inside of her, the squeeze on her throat. Her eyes opened, staring at him as the words sank in. Her eyes glanced down toward Brit, who was occupied with the cock in her mouth. She wasn't being tortured and Dream didn't have a problem taking the beats if it kept her pleased.. Her eyes met his, a slow smile forming on her lips. Her will becoming strong. Her voice soft, weak, but sinister. "I'll never obey... bite me."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Her slow smile was echoed by his slowly spreading grin, and he nodded just slightly at her words, at least on some level expecting them. Perhaps even hoping for them.

He was hard, throbbing, and it was with a small amount of reluctance that he shifted his hips, and pulled himself from the Witch's mouth. Using his grip on Dream's throat and his fingers inside her, he pushed her back against the wall, his hold tightening on her throat. His eyes were on the one kneeling, though.

"Up.. back against the wall next to her."

He knew she'd listen, knew she wasn't going anywhere without the release she so wanted, and he wondered in a distant part of his mind if she knew her friend had just delayed the release yet again. He slid slick and coated fingers from the one already against the wall, and then he pressed close to her, using his weight to keep her there. His hand left her throat finally, allowing her full breath again, and he reached down, his hands sliding around her thighs to lift her, spread her legs, and lower her down onto his length.

And the poor Witch could only watch.

 

[Britwitch]

He leaves my mouth at her words and somehow I doubt things are going to go the way I thought they might.

"Up.. back against the wall next to her."

Licking my lips I stand, shakily, and move to stand against the wall. Watching almost curiously as he rearranges his hold one her. Feeling my mouth drop open as he lifts and lowers her, onto him.

While I might not be at the lusty heights I was not long ago, I still need...still want...and he knows it. I could run now, he has his hands full - literally, he wouldn't chase. I could so easily make my break for it and succeed.

Then why don't I...

The thought runs through my head time and again as I am apparently incapable of doing nothing more than watching the couple beside me.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He's been watching patiently, the quintessential voyeur. But the sight of the one impaled on solid flesh is the straw that breaks his back. Or rather, pushes him to step from the shadows. His suit is form-fitting and clearly shows the bulge that has grown from the goings-on he's witnessed. From this angle, the other man would have to turn to see him, and that would lose him the leverage the wall provides him.

His eyes are glinting in the dark, the various lanterns giving an eerie glow to the maze. He catches the witch's eye, full of lust and want, and beckons with a crooked finger. Mouthed words tell her that it's her chance to escape, to get the release she's wanted. The other man's wrath might follow, but for now, she would get what she needs...*

 

[BeautifulDream]

She was expecting punishment, how could she not when she was so disobedient. But what happened was really not what she was expecting. Her body pressed against the wall, he was there, pressed against her. Holding her between the walls his hands left her throat allowing her the chance to breathe. Her lungs expanding drawing in a deep breath.

It didn't hold long.

She hissed, her hand moving to push against his shoulder as he entered her. Her walls clenching, trying to deny him access. But in the end her body gave way, opening, allowing him entrance. Her eyes moving to Brit, giving her the apologetic look this time. This is what she hope for...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes are on the face of the one he's lifting, but with the Witch's positioning he can see her expression, and the sheer shock he catches there is rather satisfying. His attention is quickly stolen from it as Dream sinks down on him though, gravity helping to bury him to the hilt inside her.

A shudder climbs his spine, ending in a short and low groan as he feels her hot and wet and tight around him, and he pulls her legs around his waist. His chest is pressed to her, breasts crushed against his chest, and he only gives her a moment to adjust before he's moving, taking her with long, slow strokes.

 

[Britwitch]

Movement draws my eye from the coupling in front of me and I see a figure appear, almost from no where.

The costume and darkness conceal his identity for the time being but one thing it doesn't hide is the arousal he's sporting.

A finger is crooked. A silent invitation given.

Blue eyes flicker from him to the pair I'm stood beside and back.

I promised I wouldn't run. I'm no more in the mood to find out what he defines as 'unpleasantness' than I was earlier.

Needs need attending to and how much longer I can resist remains to be seen...but my eyes are once again drawn back to Dream and him, to him filling her again and again...feeling my own already wet sex growing even more so.

 

[BeautifulDream]

A soft groan escaped, the feeling of fullness making her shiver. The small strokes making her thighs squeeze against his waist, her head falling back against the stone wall.

Her eyes fell toward Brit and then the movement in the shadows. She bit her lip, nudging the one next to her before tilting her head toward the figure. A silent 'go'. Her hand moved, gripping onto the shoulder of the one who was inside her, nails digging deep. She'll keep him here while she escaped.

It's the least she could do after taking the release Brit should have gotten, but not by choice.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He moaned low in his throat as he moved within her, his cock slick and hard, throbbing and filling. His lips moved near the ear of the one he was taking, on the same side where the Witch leaned, and he spoke low and slightly breathless in her ear.

"She doesn't want to go anywhere... she wants what you haven't given her." He sank deep into her again, and held himself there, his hips against hers as he turned to look at the Witch next to them. "Isn't that right, little Witch?"

 

[Britwitch]

"She doesn't want to go anywhere... she wants what you haven't given her."

I want to say no, to prove him wrong, to 'run'...but I don't. I won't. He knows it even if I don't entirely understand why.

"Isn't that right, little Witch?"

My cheeks answer for me, flushing with humiliated heat. My expression almost guilty, like a child caught doing something they know they shouldn't. I feel myself nod, leaning a little more heavily against the wall as his thrust inside her draws another groan from within me.

I want to touch myself, touch him...touch her...to be touched...

And yet despite that need, that burning need, I just stand and watch. Letting him torment me without even making contact.

 

[BeautifulDream]

Her hand clenched, the soft gasp passing her lips at each thrust, his words made her jerk. Caught... She couldn't see Brit's reaction. She couldn't see her face. Just him.

Her breath caught as he buried deep and stopped, her walls contracting, eager to have the thrusting again. Damn her body for reacting this way. Damn him. She pressed her head as far as she could to the wall, turning to try and glance toward Brit. Her words shaky and panting. "Then let me give it to her..."

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Striding back in to the house with a slow grin. He noticed right away the three who were already occupied and he gave a soft chuckle of amusement. Trouble, trouble, trouble.

He nodded to fr33k, then settled in to enjoy the show. When in Rome...

 

[fr33ks33k]

Striding back in to the house with a slow grin. He noticed right away the three who were already occupied and he gave a soft chuckle of amusement. Trouble, trouble, trouble.

He nodded to fr33k, then settled in to enjoy the show. When in Rome...

Heh, You just missed most of the show. Brit's gone to bed. Though, these two are still quite fun to watch...*grins*