Good is Relative

Glinda stepped off her bubble chariot and sighed. Being a good witch was hard work. She needed a nice break after the rigors of counseling confused little girls obviously in need of a life lesson.

She could visit the candy mountain, there was a certain chocolate troll there with a truly delicious penis. She scryed him discretely and raised her eyebrows. He was busy with a dozen gumdrop sprites. Oh my.

Glinda loosened her bodice while she watched. Her official good witch regalia was unnecessary while she was on a personal outing. She stepped out of her heavy pink skirts and touched herself through her light shift. She moaned, watching two sprites wrapping long tongues around the thick chocolate shlong.

Ah, well, spying wasn’t all that ‘good.’ She banished the vision from her pink coral cauldron.

Now she was restless and horny both. She needed another idea. How about Hugh, the gentle giant. She slipped out of her undergarments while she waited for the vision to reform. Oh my.

Hugh was busy too. In fact, she would say the role of bondage submissive suited him very well. Glinda massaged her breasts, they were happy to be free of constriction. Too bad she didn’t have the temperament to give Hugh what he clearly desired. She banished the image.

Glinda used her wand to send her headpiece to the closet and her clothing to the dressmaker’s stand where her invisible servants would tend it. She began to flip idly through possible outfits while her fingers idly flicked her clit.

A magical chime distracted her from deciding between a pink negligee and a pink tracksuit. She had a message. She turned back to the skrying cauldron and saw it was actually a reminder she had set for herself. Today was Halloween!

Glinda twirled in a wide circle. She loved Halloween better than any other mundane holiday. She just needed a costume. She giggled, what costume did a good witch choose for Halloween? A bad witch, of course!

Glinda pulled her bad witch costume from the back of her closet. The black silk was not just bad, it was naughty too. The hat was crooked, the hemline was tattered up to her hips and the neckline plunged way past decency. The pointy-tipped high heels went perfectly with the green and black striped thigh high stockings.

What she liked the best about her costume was that underwear was completely optional.

Now all she needed was a party with plenty of masculine creatures. She set her skry to scanning and watched the results.

There. Oh my.

Ghosts and goblins, togas and fairy wings. There was nothing quite like a frat house Halloween. She cackled in a rather unconvincing manner and disguised her wand as a broom. It was part of the costume.

She arrived in Kansas discretely on the roof of the frat house and rode her broom down while nobody was looking. She transformed the broom into a glittering green necklace that perfectly fit her risqué neckline.

The party was in full swing. There were dozens of young costumed people drinking beer from red cups and moving in time to the music. There was sex in the air. The girls rivaled her for naughtiness. The boys had a slightly predatory gleam in their eyes.

Glinda twirled, knowing that at least one of the men here would pounce on a really bad girl. Her fluttery skirt raised higher the faster she moved. When she was dizzy she stumbled a little and found herself pressed against a studly young man who had conveniently placed himself in her path.

She smiled up at him and switched her dancing style to dirty. She writhed against him with a naughty challenge in her eyes. He took up the challenge by sneaking a hand between the tatters of her skirt and grinding back. He danced her towards a dim hallway and Glinda smiled up at him, feeling the insistent throb of his cock against her matching damp desire.

He backed her into a bedroom, someone had left the bedside lamp on. 

Glinda pulled the front of her skirt open and lifted the young man’s toga. Lack of underwear was something they had in common. He grunted as he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. Glinda loosened the ties at her sides and peeled the front of her dress open. Her lover grunted his approval as he roughly grasped one of her revealed tits.

Glinda opened her throat and vocalized as the young stud vigorously serviced her. As she expected, a second young man appeared in the open doorway before the first finished. Glinda met his eyes over the shoulder of her current lover and smiled.

When he was done, her Roman emperor straightened his laurels and left, discretely slipping his frat mate a low five.

Glinda sat up and slid her arms out of her sleeves. She welcomed the pirate in front of her with open arms and legs. She hadn’t climaxed from one untutored young man, she thought it might take three or four tonight. It would be fun to find out.

A frat house on Halloween was better than a woodland orgy with nymphs, fawns and satyrs.

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