| Tricks & Treats: Witchy Woman {My thanks to Androgyne for the core premise of this story, and to her, Pulsar, and Anime Lover for support and some ideas. Constructive comments will be taken into consideration for future work, and flames respectfully ignored. Happy reading, everyone!— Cat =~_^=} "You know," said little Janie Stack, "they say she's a witch!" "Yeah, and they say a bloody lot of other things about her!" added her littler friend, Darleen Mitchell. "Like she likes women, 'specially little girls!" "And that she gives out whole candy bars!" "Hey, keep up, back there!" The teen boy leading the group, Dennis Mire, clad like a slim, toned California surfer complete with tan, shaved chest, surprisingly short shorts, sandals, and a small surfboard, wasn't happy with the tween-age girls lagging behind. "If you get lost, your moms'll have my ass— and then yours! You brats might want a spanking, but don't get me one!" As they closed the distance, taller dark-haired Janie, in her little black-cat costume whispered, "Notice he doesn't say whether he'd want one for something else." Her relatively modest velveteen top and pants fought off the chill of the evening well enough, but the springy tail was still a little awkward. The most comfortable part of the costume, in her opinion, was the catty make-up on her nose and cheeks, with the cat-ear hairband second. Blonde Darleen snickered, using the hand carrying her demonette-costume pitchfork to cover her mouth, her other hand toting her candy-bucket. In her revealing cherry-red shirt and tiny skirt, with tail, hairband-horns, and tights, most any lesbian pedophile would find her absolutely scrummy— and even her friend wondered what it would be like to touch her! She muttered back, "Dressed like that, he probably wants someone to feel up those pretty legs, too!" "Honestly!" said 'Denny,' "The next time you fall behind, I'm just leaving you; I don't care what your moms do to me!" The two girls, still at the back of the trick-or-treating troupe, burst out giggling. When they got to the woman's great oaken door, in her fairly large house set back a way from the street on a hillock, the smallest girl in the group took her turn ringing the doorbell. All the trick-or-treaters had their shopping bags and plastic pumpkins ready when "Ol' Lady Leeds"* answered. "Trick or treat!" {*Actually, she was probably only in her 20's, maybe early 30's; chalk the nickname up to childish misunderstanding of single, grown women in big, old houses.} "Oh my!" she exclaimed, pulling the hood back on her form-fitting black robes, decorated with golden mystic sigils in the trim. Short but attractively styled fire-red hair flared from her head, framing a kindly, handsome face. The top of her costume revealed a great amount of her generous cleavage, and her broad chain-belt emphasized the sizes her heavy bosom and ample hips. "What wonderful outfits! Now, let's see what we have for this motley crew of candy corsairs!" As Janie and Darleen got up to the door, Ms Leeds gave them a wink and TWO candy bars each! The redhead woman complimented, "Such a cute little pussycat, and a darling imp!" "No, I'm a Darleen-imp!" "Well, pardon me! Now, you best get along!" "Byee! And thanks!" said the pair as they started to walk away. After they heard the door close behind them, Darleen asked, "Wanna ditch, J?" Her cohort answered, "I thought you'd never ask, Dar! Let's see if any of the other rumors are true!" They hid behind some bushes there at Cara Leeds' home, under a lit window, until Dennis and the group were a few houses down. Stifling giggles, the girls peeked into the window and looked around. The interior was only a little eerier than homes they were used to: there were more candles than the one or two obvious scented, all in black and red, a little of the decor had imagery the girls didn't understand, and a skull sat on one of the bookshelves, but there was still a television and recognizable furniture that looked soft and cozy. While they spied, a warm, grinning face leaned in the opening. They were caught! Before the panicking pair could decide whether to run, they heard the door open again. "Why don't you girls come on in and take a closer look?" Chagrined, Janie and Darleen worked their way out of the bushes and to the door, rosy-cheeked from more than the nip in the air. Once they had entered, Cara ushered her guests to the plush couch. "Care for some tea, my curious kitten and daring demon?" "Sure!" exclaimed Darleen, though her shyer comrade anwered, "If you don't mind." "No trouble, I was about to fix myself a little something anyway." From the kitchen, while she set some water to heat up, the girls heard her mutter, "...and a pinch of powdered housefly imported from Madrid..." "Hey, Dar," the pseudo-catgirl whispered, "why would she need some spanish fly?" The other girl snickered. "I'll tell you later!" Still brewing in kitchen, the woman called out, "So, what are you doing here? Looking for some more treats, you greedy girls?... or maybe a few tricks?" After a shoving contest to determine who should answer, Janie spoke up, "Well, we were wondering if what they say is right." "Oh? And just what do they say?" Cara queried from the opening, the base of her silky black robe hanging open to show one of her bare legs. "Umm," stammered the feline one, "They say you're a witch, Ms Leeds." "Please, call me Cara, and is that so? Well, what do you say?" Darleen spoke up, "I bet you're a real witch, but a cool one like on TV!" Then Janie responded, "But I'm not sure. And what are you dressed as, anyway?" "A sorceress, but it seems the two of you are more enchanting than me!" Cara smirked. After they drank some hot tea, with Darleen having more sugar and Janie more cream, she leaned in close. "You know what they say about curiosity and the cat!" On an impulse, Darleen kissed her right on the lips, and Janie followed suit! Cara froze, stunned, so they went in for another smooch at the same time. They held it until she relaxed and kissed back a moment, finally breaking off. "So," asked the mature woman, "you're both nubile imps at heart!" "Well," started Janie, "they also say you like kissing women, and maybe girls, and I wanted to find out for sure." Darleen said, "I just wanted to kiss you!" With a grin, Cara wondered, "And is that all you want to do?" After exchanging glances, Janie kissed the woman again, and Darleen started grasping her mounds. Holding Cara's face in place, Janie practically tried to swallow her lips, soon felt a tongue worm its way into her mouth, and tried to do the same. To the girl, Cara tasted like tea, a distinguished sort she wasn't familiar with, and somewhat sweet and creamy; the woman noticed slight syrupy sweetness as if Janie has already sampled some of the night's take, and could identify fruitiness of hard candy like a lollipop, and a hint of chocolate. Slowly getting bolder herself, Darleen not only tested how heavy her new friend's breast was, finding it free of brassiere, but started massaging it, and exploring how the nipple part felt funny. It wasn't just stiff, like hers had been some times, there was something else hard there! By then, Cara was moaning gently, and knew that her knees would buckle if she didn't sit down soon. After breaking the kiss, leaving Janie with her tongue out of her mouth, she nestled between the girls. "Are you two hot? I am." Getting nods from her new little friends, she snapped both her hands. Hearing a sound near the door, the girls turned to see the coatrack now had three clothes hangers: one bearing the sexy, almost mystic robe Ms Leeds had been wearing, another with Janie's dark but shiny cat-suit and tail-bearing belt, and the final holding the red, long-sleeve top, tail-belt, and tiny, scarlet skirt of Darleen's outfit. Below them, the little girls' shoes stood, a set of black sneakers and pair of bright red 'mary janes'. Their eyes widened; when they looked at their own and Cara's bodies, they realized they were practically naked! While Darleen kept studying her own and Ms Leeds' bodies, Janie looked to the window; she could have sworn the drapes weren't closed a moment ago, but they certainly were then! She said in confusion, "What the—?" "What a cool magic trick!" exclaimed the little blonde. "If your tricks are that good, I bet your treats are awesome!" When they really noticed each others' bodies, there were several curious things they found out. Janie's chest had curiously large, dark nipples, and her panties (slightly outgrown, emphasizing her bubbles-like bum and her pronounced pudendum) and socks had a cute cartoon cat on them. "That's so cute, J!" squealed Darleen. Like the pot that called the kettle black, Darleen's own body looked sweet as a Shirley Temple (both the mixed drink and the actress when young). Silght tan-lines emphasized her feminine parts, and especially her cute pink nipples. Instead of normal tights, Darleen wore sheer red stockings suspended from a garter/suspender belt; who would have tailored a set in her size was anyone's guess. What the others found truly surprising: she had no underpants, be they called panties or knickers! Astounded, Janie asked, "How in the world did your mom let you go out like that?!" "She dressed me; Mum's cool like that. She likes it, a lot!" Darleen smiled naughtily. With a considering expression, the witch said, "Sounds like someone I should meet!" Similarly, Janie blurted, "Me, too!" Then the girls got a good look at Cara, who was completely nude. "Wow, so that's what was going on with your boobie!" remarked the blonde girl, touching Ms Leeds' stiffening nipples, pierced with silver rings that had animal heads crafted in, one wolf and one owl. "Wild," started Janie, "It's like you have handles!" Janie brushed a hand up the nearer heavy breast to feel her smooth skin, rougher nipple, and shiny jewelry, then grasped the ring and tested its sturdiness, tugging it sometimes upward and some outward. As Darleen manipulated the other one similarly, mostly plucking, they elicited sighs and moans with a special tone from the self-professed witch. "Oh, girls, that's nice!" she complimented. "Would you—Oh, yes!" Cara cried out, when Darleen twisted one and Janie pulled the other harder. Enthralled by the caressess and other sensations administered by the tween-agers' little hands, she decided to return the favor and with half-lidded eyes reached up to explore the girls' chests. Her well-cared-for be-ringed digits flicked and plucked two sets of little excited nubs, tiny rose-colored pebbles and longer puffy cones of black leather. "Aaah! That tickles!" Janie lost her grip a moment, startled. When she started playing with the woman's mounds and peaks again, she wasn't as surprised at the strong stimulation returned on her; she managed to withstand it, but squinted her eyes shut and squeaked. The other girl was nowhere nearly so overwhelmed, but seemed to be enjoying it considerably. She moaned in a high pitch while kneading and tweaking the breast entrusted to her. Not long after, she leaned in and started licking and suckling the crimson peak of flesh, even nibbling and tugging with her teeth, causing the woman's groans to lower an octave. "Oh, Goddess! Where did such a young lass learn to do that?" asked the erstwhile enchantress. "Um," stammered the normally quick-witted Darleen, "you could say I have a good teacher!" "Well, you're doing it good! Now, keep doing it— Ohh, yeeeesss!" Slightly peeved at seeming to be outclassed, Janie wanted to do more, but wasn't sure how, and merely copying Darleen wasn't her style. Realizing that Cara had shifted her body, squirming under the girls' ministrations, she noticed a glint of metal between the woman's thighs. Sure to keep one hand on the breast to balance out Dar's mouth work, she slid the other down Cara's soft and slightly bulgy tummy to check out the hidden treasure. Like Darleen, Ms Leeds had been wearing no knickers, and was just as smooth as Janie's own crotch. Janie had seen her mother nude a few times, and had hair she kept trim, so Cara must have shaved hers off. At her touch, the older woman moaned anew, and shifted again, granting better access. Emboldened by the response, the girl explored further, finally feeling the metal. It was another ring, sticking out from Cara's cleft with some sort of adornment, but she couldn't tell what it looked like. As she investigated, she got even more activity from Cara. The strong yet soft hands expanded their caresses, to massage the girls' backsides, one working its way under Janie's panties. Recalling one time she saw her mother touching her privates, and how much she liked watching, Janie tried to do it to the woman, though distracted with her own pleasure. Enjoying the soft, almost squishy feel of the woman's flesh, she rubbed back and forth and in circles, playing with the little folds and the ring. From the grunts and phrases Cara was uttering, harmonizing with Darleen's and Janie's voices and the wet pussy accompaniment, she enjoyed it greatly as well! "Wait, my little treats, stop a moment!" cried out the wanton witch. When they pulled back, she tried to catch her breath. Soon, she snapped her fingers, sending the girls' remaining clothing to folded piles on their shoes, with Darleen's garter and hose still connected; they were left wearing only their hairbands. "Girls, I have another trick for you, if you like." "Yes, please!" agreed Janie, and Darleen exclaimed, "After that, I'll try anything you want!" "Good. Now, hold still, this might feel weird!" With each hand, she traced odd shapes on the girls' chests and tummies that glowed a little; when she had done a few, she ran a finger of each hand along their cunny-creases— as if the first part weren't ticklish enough! Continuing, she drew several more, dipped her fingertips again, and pressing in, drew the symbol of Venus and femininity. Setting her palms against the girls, she whispered a word they couldn't make out, and the final symbol glowed brightly. As the light faded, the girls did feel a little weird. They weren't as giddy and hot as when they were playing around with the woman, and they felt like they weren't wearing their costume hair bands any more, but that was far from all. For one thing, they had tails! Janie's was soft, black, and furry, already twitching in curiosity. Darleen's crimson tail curled around to the front of her body, where she twisted an area near the end into a tight circle, loosened it, and used it to grasp one of her pinky fingers; it was prehensile, and sensitive all the way to its fleshy arrowhead-tip! She was amazed, "This is so cool!" Each girl felt other things different about their bodies, but weren't quite aware of particulars, except for their heads. Where Darleen's hairband had been, she felt blunt little horns, as red as her tail noticed the other females. Movement atop Janie's head attracted the attention of the others; jutting from the top of her head, two dark, fuzzy ears came to points, turning slightly. Checking to make sure her original ears were in place, she moved her fingers up until they touched the new ones and flinched, and then ran along those fragile edges. "Oh, that's freaky!" No sooner had the brunette said that, than she squeaked when the blonde's tail brushed up against one of the new ears. "How did you do that?" "It's sex-magic; I call it 'eroturgy.' Well, now that's done, let's retire to my bedroom. Mustn't make a mess all over my sofa!" suggested Cara. This time, when she snapped her fingers, the girls suddenly realized they were no longer standing in front of the witch sitting on what could be referred to as a love-seat, but standing in front of her sitting on a bed! For some reason, the comforter and blanket had already been moved off the bed. "Were you going to bed or something?" wondered Janie. "Actually," smiled the enchantress, "you could say a little birdie told me to expect a guest or two on this mystical night!" "A bird? Where?" asked Janie, looking around, her ears perked up. "Easy there, pussy-cat!" chided Cara. "Not an actual bird, just erotomancy, sex-divination." Janie looked curious. "Like, using sex to predict the future, or doing something to predict sex?" "Sometimes one, sometimes the other." Meanwhile, Darleen hadn't been completely idle. She tried moving her tail around, and even got it to go in her mouth and rub her tongue; with the weird feelings in the smooth tail tip, she could tell something odd started happening, and soon controlled it as well, to save it as a surprise. Inspired, she bent it to touch her crotch. The smooth skin of her tail glid easily over her labia slick with her first beads of juice. With it, she found her reawakening clitoris quickly, and then flicked it with the pointy tail tip; she whimpered at the sensation. Naturally, that brought the attention of the others. "And what, pray tell, are you doing starting without us!" demanded Cara. Darleen smiled naughtily, waving her tail around to brush up against Cara's and Janie's nipples then her own, painting them with her girly-lube as they stiffened to her touch. "Practicing!" Cackling, Cara swept the girls up and tossed them on the bed close together. "Then how about we have a real treat?" Janie giggled, and Darleen 'ooh'ed. After kissing each passionately on the lips, with Janie using her tongue sooner. Cara noticed Janie's tongue had become flatter, more flexible, and the top rougher; and Darleen's was now more slender, slicker, with the end split nearly into mini-tentacles; the enchantress was pleased with this part of the transformation. The girls were also pleased enough to moan in their squeaky little way. After warming them up kissing and gently caressing their ticklish bodies, teasingly avoiding the most sexual areas, she kissed down their necks, alternating between them. Meanwhile, both girls' tails caressed the woman's back and neck, the contrast of fuzzy and slick making her feel even more naughty. Each girl also clasped her, by he shoulders, arms, whatever they could reach, sometimes each other. Then, she brought a hand up to pluck and tweak Janie's dark nipples, while she focused her mouth on Darleen's pink ones. Licking, kissing, sucking, she teased those hard little nipples longer and wider, then even longer. As they turned crimson, they became larger than those of most grown women; then Cara nibbled on them, grazing her teeth on them, letting them slowly slide out of her mouth, and they grew easily three times as long as the witch's own at full erection! In this time, little Darleen's moans turned into groans at the fiery sensations focused in two tiny points, interrupted by the occasional, "Oh yeah! A little harder! Suck my titty! Please, more!" The witch suckled on those engorged nips as if she were giving head to tiny penises. Finally, Darleen squealed and bent back like a bow, squirting a little clear liquid onto Cara's generous chest. She gritted her teeth, squeezing out the single word: "Cum... ming!" Janifer Stack was absolutely amazed. It was only the second time she'd seen such an event, and in the first, her mother had been in the bath touching herself, trying to keep from making enough noise to alert Janie herself. She again felt just as funny in the cunny as that time. To sooth the little imp as she came down from her sexual high, Cara gently kissed and licked the girl's chest, giving only enough attention to her nipples to keep her from fainting. "Well, it seems we have sensitive nips! And only someone already in love with sex and titty play would cum from that, even with the magic!" "Well," began the devilish Darleen, stroking a teat with one thumb and finger, "I've liked my bitty-bumps for a while, but not this much!" Both the others giggled. "And now," announced the witch, "Time for the pretty kitty's titties!" With that, she focused on Janie's chest, much to their mutual delight. Janie had already been feeling more swollen in her pre-budding breasts and puffy, dark nips. As Ms Leeds licked, pinched, sucked, and massaged the tween's chest, she felt even more ticklish, firm, and warm. Unlike with Darleen, heat permeated Janie's body from neck to stomach, but was still strongest in her nipples. Her sighs and moans excited both Cara and Dar, and in a way reinforced Janie's own arousal. Already recovering from her cummy, Darleen turned on her side. She caressed her friend's arm draped over the woman, while bringing her tail to stroke Cara's back, hair, and even tickle her ear, and especially Janie's super-sensitive cat-ears. Watching those ecstatic expressions on the bewhiskered face, she called out, "Hey, Janie!" Barely aware enough to respond, the cat-girl turned her head, eyes barely open, and managed a "Uhhh?" Darleen couldn't help but kiss her, as passionately as she had anyone. In their mouths, rough danced with smooth, forked tickled flat, and fruity saliva mixed with cinnamon-tinged. When Cara worked her way in to kiss the imp, giving Janie a short break, Dar tasted something different in the liquid the witch shared with her: it was slightly sweet, creamy, and warm, much more than her earlier 'swapped spit'. She paused, smacking and licking her lips while the enchantress went to work on the taller, slightly darker girl's other boob. That's when she realized, "Janie, you have boobies now! And they're nice! With those and the ears, I should call you Janie-fur Stacked!" "Says the girl with peenees for nips!" the girl managed to retort, once Cara pulled mouth off her right swollen, shiny nipple. Then the witch latched their mouths together, and fed her a fluid as if they were mother and daughter in the days before manufactured baby food. Janie absolutely enjoyed it, swallowing it then lapping up as much as she could from the woman's tongue and cheeks. Breaking the french kiss to gasp for air, she said, "That's awesyummy! But where'd you get milk?" Cara chuckled. "From you, love!" With that, she squeezed Janie's newly half-lemon-sized breasts, ejecting two white streams to meet in the air above her breastbone. Darleen leaned in, snaking her tongue out and gathering some of it to savor. To the little devil, the sex-sorceress commanded, "You take over here." Following her advice, Dar started suckling and playing with Janie's chest, even bringing her tail up to flick, jab, and wrap around nipple and breast. Soon, she maneuvered to bring her distended dark red nipples to Janie's mouth, in a variant sixty-niner. As well as she could, Janie even slathered and sucked clean both teats at once! Pleased, Cara trailed her mouth down Janie's slender body, to kiss her pronounced girlish mons. Already emerging from her camel-toe puffy outer and tight but dewy inner lips, Janie's dark-skinned clitoris had grown larger than most at her age had a right, and it wasn't done. With the witch sucking life into the feminine member, it grew nearly as large as the end of the girl's thumb, with slightly prickly bumps. All the while, with her legs around the woman, the cat-girl massaged her shoulders as a kitten pumps its mother's tummy, and practically purring. After running her tongue up and down the cat-girl's dampening 'kitten' and sensing how little the girl was, Cara brought her hand up to the little cunny. Janie must not have played with herself yet, because it was quite a job teasing it open enough to work the very tip of her pinky finger inside. Due to the transformation, she loosened quickly of course; before long, she could tickle the girl's insides with her whole pinky, and switch to her index finger to prod her G-spot. (Judging from the merest shred of hymen present, the cat-girl must have broken it in an impact.) Thrusting and massaging the girl's pre-menarche vagina brought slight squishing noises, acting as a counterpoint to her squeaky moans and sending the no-longer-virgin girl to higher arousal. Sensing her need and fear, the enchantress knew she needed a 'shove' to finally go over the edge her first time, so went back to the engorged clit head and BIT! "NYAAAAaaauugghhh-aah-uaaah! Grrrraaah!" shrieked the cat-girl, spasming and flailing, feeling like reality exploded. The witch sensed what was beginning to happen in Janie's cramping belly and moved to suck her cunny like a lamprey, after giving her clit another tug. Swallowing some of the thick, creamy ejaculate released from her vagina (as opposed to an area near the urethra when Darleen squirted), the witch kept a gooey mouthful to bring up to the girls, knowing how much they had liked the milk. After getting the demon-girl to move out of the way, she held Janie's dazed face in place and dribbled the girl's own juice into her mouth. "Oh, cool!" exclaimed Darleen. She promptly lanced her tongue into the flow and twirled her tongue-tips to gather some for her own taste-test; she liked it. On the other hand, Janie luxuriated in the sensation, complementing her afterglow. Cara went back down to gather as much more as she could, causing the girl to gasp, and when she returned to share some of her find, the ear-y girl greedily lapped up every scrap she could reach in the woman's mouth with her sandpaper-tongue, and the horn-y one reached more with her tendril-like extensions. Janie collapsed to the bed again, satisfied for now. Beside her, still frenching, the witch pushed the little demon down to the bed again. Breaking off, Cara started down the girl's body, giving each of her outstanding nipples another slurp. When Cara reached her new destination, she slathered the smaller girl's crotch in her own juice and the woman's saliva, and slurped it clean, only to smear the liquids around again. This girl's clitoris swelled as well, with a much smoother surface, and her inner labia exposed their plump crinkles. Largely back to earth, Janie whispered a request to Cara. Smiling at her, the witch climbed onto her bed, lay back and opened her legs to the girl. "You can try what I did, and I'll tell you what I want, OK?" "Uh-huh," she nodded, reserved but eager. At that, the woman coaxed Darleen to straddle her face. Cara warned, "Now you're in for it!" leading Darleen to squeal in anticipation and swing her tail, which was now toward the other girl. She wasn't kept waiting long, as the woman buried her face in the girl's crotch, licking her lubricated lips and gnawing her nether nub. Meanwhile, Janie started exploring the mature folds confronting her. The first thing she noticed was the jewelry adorning this treasure, the clitoris piercing she felt earlier: a shiny gold ornament, in a shape similar to one of the symbols the witch had traced on her belly, with the circle at top stretched to an upside-down teardrop, its point where the lines crossed. (She wasn't familiar with the 'ankh' symbol, this one with the round part much larger than the crossed lines.) That led her to admire the woman's perfectly shaved sex, from the top of her mons all the way back to where there was no obvious hair anyway. She found that fair skin to be smooth, soft, and pliable, as she kneaded the outer lips and parted them to further expose the woman's labia minora and clitoris head, which peeked at her in shades of scarlet. Remembering that 'labia' meant lips, and seeing how hers resembled a set, Janie kissed them. She frenched them. She even sucked them into her mouth, and pulled, eliciting a deep groan of desire. "Bite me, girl!" When she did so, Janie heard, "That's the stuff! Keep exploring, and don't forget I'm not a delicate flower." Encouraged, she gnawed a little more, letting the juicy flesh slide between her sharp kitten-teeth, before licking and sucking again. A random thought occurred to her— is it cannibalism when a cat eats pussy? Whether or not, she liked it, and she was pretty sure it wasn't because of the transformation! Then, she had a decision: to investigate higher or lower. Hoping it would work out, she brought a hand up top first. The woman's clit had not only swollen larger than its hood of foreskin could contain, it pointed upward somewhat. Janie was reminded of a baby's penis, the part at the end at least; she hadn't wanted to play with one before, but this was just too naughty, too sexy to resist stroking and squeezing, and using the gold ornament as a handle to tug and twist the stiff flesh. Sometimes, she grabbed the tail waving her direction and used it to play with the woman-wood, occasionally trying to loop it through the clit-ring; it was difficult, because the arrowhead-tip had apparently swollen, but she made it Only by guessing and keeping an ear out for painful cries did the girl hope the woman's writhing hips were a good sign. With her other hand, she traced the outlined opening at the base of the woman's vulva. It seemed so inviting, she touched the inside. Finding it slick, she slid her finger in and wiggled it around, before pulling out to see the slippery fluid. With her sensitive cat's tongue, she cleaned it off, and enjoyed the forbidden feel and flavor. In an instant, she dipped two fingers, stirring to coat them well for her enjoyment. Only then recalling how wonderfully intimate it had felt to have part of Cara inside her, and seeing the woman like having the tables turned, she intentionally thrusted and scissored her fingers. "Do it, love! Put more fingers inside!" Easily she pushed in three big-girl fingers, then four, and went for her thumb; still, it seemed the witch wanted more. She pushed deeper, until even her knuckles were swallowed while caressing the woman's innards. Feeling a curiously rough patch, she rubbed her knuckles against it, massaging the glands beyond it. Meanwhile, Darleen felt her favorite button swell as the witch ate her out. When the woman surrounded it with her lips, the clitoris grew to reach even the roof of her mouth. As it changed, it seemed to try to point up, in a line from the rest of her cunny. She wanted to keep it in Cara's mouth, so she tilted her hips. Inadvertently, this gave the woman's hands access to her backside and pussy; they took advantage, tickling the holes, which pulsed with need. Soon, the girl was humping the woman's face, her transformed penis-like clitoris seeking entry to her throat, which opened up for her. Darleen was in absolute ecstasy! Down at Janie's end, she had a few ideas. With Darleen's thrashing tail keeping the woman's throbbing clit busy, she slathered some of the woman's juices on fingers of her other hand. With one hand buried to the wrist, she inserted one, then two, finally three fingers in the woman's anus, having read something about certain people liking it; the way she humped and shouted, "Fuck yeah!", Cara must be one of those people! For her other idea, Janie withdrew her hand only to reinsert it, after making it a fist. Seeing some of the woman's liquids dribbling onto the bedclothes she started licking up the juices of that mature fruit on and around her hands, the lips and clit, mystic clit-ring, and Darleen's trapped tail. When Cara's lower belly began spasming, Janie didn't know what to do, not realizing it had happened to both her and her friend already, except this time she saw the clit-ring glow. She gave a few more pumps, but then both the woman and Darleen cried out, so she pulled out, spooked. Immediately, she was sprayed with Cara's clear woman-cum, and almost instinctively covered the pussy with her mouth to catch the love-shower and swallow what she could of each pulse. Darleen's clitoris throbbed in the woman's mouth, and her cunny spurted on her chin and neck. Cara grunted around the member, sending more waves of pleasure into the girl. After several moments of thrusting, her clit in the woman and the woman's fingers in her sex-and butt-holes, the imp collapsed to the side, as if her brain had short-circuited, overloaded, and blacked out. Raising her head from licking the adult pussy clean, Janie was aghast. Panicked, she couldn't get any words to come out, so she just looked questioningly, terrified, from Dar to Cara and back. The witch just gave her a comforting smile, a wink, and the be-quiet sign. Only a moment later, the unconscious girl stirred, and lazily opened her eyes. "Whoa." "Welcome back, Darleen," greeted the generous sorceress. "What the heck happened, are you OK?!" demanded Janie. "I'm absolutely wonderful! And I feel good, too." "Don't worry," assured Cara, "sometimes women pass out when they orgasm really hard." "Oh." Extremely relieved, Janie sighed, and then noticed some things she had never seen before. "What the heck are those?!" "Mm? Oh, these." The witch acted as if she'd seen it all before. "Well, as part of Darleen's transformation, her clitoris became somewhat like a penis." Impishly, the girl waved her mostly flaccid she-member as if saying hello. "I'll call it a 'click', you know, because it's like a clit and a dick!" "Which reminds me, Janie might have broken her hymen in an accident, but this little devil must have had sex already! What would your mum say?" Cara accused. "Remember who dressed me without knickers? I'm not saying another word!" said the girl. Janie stated, "All I can say is, we should hang out more," setting the others to giggle. "But that still doesn't explain this!" she complained, for emphasis licking with her rough tongue the new penis sprouted from the woman's mons. "Ooh!" said the enchantress. "Well, you two aren't the only ones I can change with my magic." "Cool!" exclaimed Darleen. "Does it work?" "Find out yourself. But would you two get your bums up this way, while you do?" With that, the girls situated themselves into a sort of side-by-side-by-side 69, playing with the lady-cock and allowing their privates to be played with. Cara felt two little mouths on her magical masculinity, two hands fondling her folds, and two tween-child crotches sopping in her hands, little holes getting softer and little girl-cocks harder. In short order, everyone was ready for another round. (Apparently, magic harnessing their sexual energy restored their bodies' abilities, even if it would run out eventually.) "Girls," announced the witch, "I need you, NOW!" First, she coached the feline female to descend on her turgid member, impaling her enhanced sex. When she reached the base, Janie took some shuddering breaths to adjust to the feeling of being so full. Rubbing a hand over her lower tummy, she could swear she felt a speedbump from the girth of the intruder. Any longer, it felt like it would jostle her ovaries. What amazed her most: she adored the sensation, and wanted more! Then came time for Darleen. For reasons unknown to her partners, she basically knew what to do. Easily she slid her 'click' into the woman, as if she'd had practice; however, it must have felt different, because this time her eyes crossed at the sensation. "Ooh, this is amazing, Cara! Ohhh! That's even better!" she cried out, as the woman flexed her pussy muscles, as if sucking on Darleen's real-dildo. Cara agreed, "I like it too—now do me, both of you!" At first, Janie was unsure, but with a little coaching from Ms Leeds, she soon caught the concept and got creative. Starting out going up and down, and loving every second, she tried stirring her hips, rocking them, and leaning forward enough to drag her bumpy, engorged clit along the woman's sweat-slick stomach. That drove her nuts, so she did it more, and a little faster. The magic woman was writhing around, almost ready to lose it. These two naughty darlings were having sex with her! One was inside her, and she herself was inside the other! It was like being a man and a woman at the same time! Burying herself in little Janie's taut, freshly deflowered body, with Darleen's girl-cock inside her, was wonderful! She grabbed one of the cat-girl's hands to start it mauling her breast, while the woman did the other herself, and used her other hand to milk the girl, catching some milk in her mouth. Then Darleen did some things Cara wasn't expecting: for one, she drew Janie's furry tail through her clit-ring, the fur tickling her to no end. Pulling out of the woman, Dar brought her tail up and inserted its now-swollen tip; that was a wild feel for both of them! After she started it pumping, twirling, and massaging her G-spot, she pushed the woman's legs until they were pulled back. Then she put her little 'click' at the back door. Cara was so into it, the member went into her in a single thrust, and Darleen fucked her front and back at the same time— at Cara's demand! "Fuck me girls, let's fuck 'til we cuuu—oh, gawdesssss!" She wasn't the only vocal one, just the only one whose utterances could be spelled easily; both the girls screamed as deeply as their bodies could. All three stiffened and jolted like crazy, awash in pleasure, and washing each other in girl-cum. They went so wild, both of the intercourses were broken, and Dar's she-member almost went inside Janie! When the girls fell to bed and snuggled up to the witch, everyone still trying to catch her breath, Janie noticed something on Cara's belly. It looked rather like the cat-ear girl's own creamy fluid, but it was slightly thicker and brighter, so she scooped up a sample. She found it as delicious as anything she'd tasted! Finding a little energy, she wiggled down to lap it up, and some of the other juices splattered around. "Mmmm!" she said, slurping like she was eating soup. She went ahead and cleaned up the magicock while she was at it, recognizing her own flavor and that of the new substance. When she was cleaning the tip, while Cara sighed again, she finally realized its origin; she was relieved her first taste was from someone she admired so much, not to mention a woman. Weary, Janie finally fell asleep, hearing the others gently snooze. (They snoozed gently, while Janie snored off and on.)
"Um, sure?" replied Janie, rubbing her eyes. "You bet!" said Darleen. That's when a knock came from the door. The witch predicted, "That would be for you!" When the door opened, Dennis Mire stood there, looking somewhat abashed, Mrs Stack and Ms Mitchell flanking him. "Oh good! I'm sorry if the girls bothered you, Ms Leeds!" apologized the teen. "Actually," said Cara, "I'd like to thank the three of you for letting these darling little angels keep a spinster company. They were no bother at all!" "Hey Denny," commented the imp, "what happened with your bum?" "Aw man, are my briefs showing again?" He reached behind him to pull the back hem down, and froze. "Oh, I must have left them at— never mind!" he said, shifting glances at the smirking mothers, who shared a conspiratorial wink. To his surprise, his lower body spasmed forward when the back of one leg felt a fondling hand and his rump felt a pinch! Janie reminded him, "You haven't answered the question yet, about how scarlet your backside is!" "Well, I told you your moms would have my... rump... if I lost you. But after all, humiliation is a virtue." Slightly confused, the witch started to ask, "Don't you mean 'humility'?" The boy looked at her askance, and the other women gave her the gesture that meant 'please don't!' "At any rate," she changed the subject, "I do hope you ladies will bring the girls over for tea!" Darleen's mum gave her a wink, while Janie's mom gave a simple, clueless grin and nod. "That would be a treat, Ms Leeds!" "Lovely! Oh!" Suddenly Cara realized, "I have a special token for you girls!" She rummaged in the bottom of her candy bowl, and produced two rainbow-colored items. They were cigar-shaped lollipops! "Use them wisely, young ladies." "You know," commented Dennis, "I don't remember your outfits being so realistic; they're really good; I can't even see those things you put in your hair with the ears and horns on!" When the girls looked in their trick-or-treat bags to see again the final candies they'd get for the evening, there were the hair bands and tail belts from their costumes. And yet, each clearly felt the extra attachments. "Hey Mom," asked Janie, "can we have Darleen and her mom over for the night? And Ms Cara?" *the end =^_^=* |