Note: I am not the author of this work.  He used an anon.penet.fi address,
which has since been shut down.  I am posting this whole archive by request
of an earlier message.

Personally, I believe this to be the best series i've ever seen on
alt.sex.stories.  Please, Enjoy!

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  This story is part of a series that I've entitled 'Seasons'.  The
series as it stands so far:

 1. Hazy Shade of Winter
 2. Summertime Blues
 3. Season of the Witch
 4. April Showers
 5. The Cruelest Month
 6. The Real World
 7. A Time to Cast Away Stones <still in the works>

Email is always appreciated.  In fact, it provides a large part of
my incentive to write.  :-)

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

(c) 1993 Pure Blue Enterprises.  All rights reserved.  Explicit permission
granted for electronic re-distribution, without changes.


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                         Season of the Witch
                        (Part 3 of 'Seasons')
                             by Hawkeye

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

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

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

+++

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

+++

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

+++

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

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

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

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

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

  She didn't clock me.

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

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

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

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

  The sight made me dizzy with desire.

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

  "What...?"

  "They got eaten alive.  By hungry wolves."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

+++

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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