Every Witch Way

TITLE: Every Witch Way

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 2

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Chloe, Lois, Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za


CHAPTER ONE

It had been a weird couple of days. More so than the "normal weird" that generally permeated his life. Finding out that magic is real and that he was vulnerable to it, but finding this out because, Lana, Chloe and Lois had been possessed by witches just gave it that extra bit of weird.

Then, there was the party. He hadn't remembered much about it beyond blowing off the interviewer from Princeton, but things had started coming back to him and now he couldn't look at Lana, Chloe or Lois without blushing or worse getting a hard on.

It hadn't really been them, not really, but his recollections didn't make those distinctions. Whoever had been in control, he could still recall exactly what each woman tasted and felt like, both outside and... in.

He should be burying those memories. These were his friends and they had no idea what they had all done together. Damn it. He was alone in the barn and his parents wouldn't be back for hours, Lex was away on business and the girls had gone off to Metropolis on a shopping spree. There was no one to bother or interrupt him. He'd indulge himself just this once and then banish the memories to the deepest darkest corners of his mind for the sake of his friendships and his sanity. But, for now, he lay back on the couch, unzipped his jeans and let the memories come and hopefully himself too.

He hadn't been happy that Lois had roped him into throwing Chloe's birthday party in his family's barn. He would have gladly helped out but, parties on the Kent farm, specially ones thrown by Clark had a distinctly bad track record. Some would even say, disasterous. It was too late now, everything was set up and everyone had pretty much shown up already, except of course, the guest of honor and her escorts Lana and Lois. He checked his watch again for the third time. He should have known then. He really should have.

When they arrived, they really made an entrance. No one had told Clark it was a costume party and no one else had shown up in costumes, but seeing Lois, not to mention Lana and Chloe in all that black tightness, fishnets and those boots kind of short-circuited his alarm system. He had started making his way down from the loft, when he saw Lana speaking to Jason and then he stormed off, not looking very happy at all. He watched as the girls spoke amongst themselves. He had just reached the foot of the stairs when they turned and he could have sworn there was some kind of purple burst of light, but then he simply didn't care.

He was there to party and his friends looked fine with a capital F, especially Lana. He hadn't really associated the term fuckable with his childhood sweetheart, but he did then, and the way Lois and Chloe were looking at him... He had rapidly started running out of room in his shorts as his dick sprang to attention.

The music had suddenly kicked up a notch and everyone was getting busy. He felt giddy and free and just went with it, greeting his friends with big, enthusiastic hugs and when Chloe, the first one he hugged, squeezed his ass he felt obliged to return the favour, as when Lois ground herself against him he thought nothing of doing the same. And, then... then there was Lana.

He didn't even get to hug her as she grabbed his collar and dragged his lips down to hers. The kiss was deep, hard and all tongue and not just hers. She broke the kiss with a wild laugh and then almost negligently tore open his shirt, showering bystanders with buttons. He shrugged off the ruined garment and immediate felt caressing hands on his arms, chest and back. His smile widened, those weren't just hands. He reached behind him to fondle Lois' ass as she nipped and sucked at the muscles of his shoulder while he tongue wrestled Chloe whose arms were wrapped around his neck. But, again it was Lana that took it to the next level. Capturing his eyes with the intensity of her gaze she stepped forward and almost non-challantly ran her hand up the length of the crotch of his bulging jeans. He'd groaned into Chloe's hungry mouth.

Her lips twitched into a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. "My... My, what do we have here?" she asked rhetorically lightly caressing the throbbing tube in his pants that twitched in response. She took her gaze off him and looked at the other women. "Why don't we take this somewhere a little more comfortable? A little more private? Somewhere we could have some... real fun? Hmmmm?", her inflection added all manner nuances and interpretations to the words real fun, " Ahhhhh. I believe there's a hayloft right above us. Isn't there?" she asked feigning ignorance while running her fingernail down the middle of his chest. "Hay's always good. It's soft and smells good." Lois added. "Definitely." Chloe chipped in. He had absolutely no problem with their suggestion. His mind had already been running a mile a minute with the possibilities it presented, so when Chloe grabbed his hand he let her lead him as she followed Lois and Lana up the stairs to the hayloft. He'd never quite noticed before how fine Lois's ass was.

Halfway up the stairs he heard someone call his name and felt, reluctantly obliged to stop and answer. It was the interviewer from Princeton, A Mr Jenkins it turned out. He had been too distracted to even consider the consequence, what with Lois rubbing herself seductively against his back, Chloe doing the same to his front and Lana writhing to the music just above them. He just told the guy to join the party and turned shooing Lois up the stairs and now pulling Chloe along as Lana led the way with a sultry sway in her step.

Surprisingly the hayloft had been empty, but now with hindsight, considering Lana's powers at the time if she'd wanted it empty it would have been. Chloe and Lois' hands were all over him once again and he reached out and brazenly fondled them as well. They weren't wearing anything under their dresses and he felt their nipples strain against the tight material. He tweaked the hard nubs drawing groans from his friends before their lips found the bare skin of his chest this time drawing groans from him.

His eyes found Lana as she watched them with predatory delight. She seemed to have been waiting for his attention as the tip of her tongue peeked out between her full lips and made a light circle, wetting them, making them glisten. He'd watched in awe as she lightly, oh so seductively caressed her own breast. His dick jumped in his jeans, which suddenly felt about two sizes too small for him.

She started to pad over to them and nimble, feminine hands relieved his distress as either Chloe or Lois or possibly both undid his belt and jeans. He couldn't tell which as he couldn't tear his eyes off Lana as she approached with cat-like grace and sensuality. Her did not remember removing his shoes, but he wasn't wearing them when the two girls pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time. He stepped out of them without the slightest hint of self-consciousness at his complete nudity as Lana came to a stop in front of him.

He watched as her eyes traced his body, leaving heat behind as if her gaze were a physical touch. Her smile broadened when her inspection reached his crotch. She smirked past him at the other two girls. "I think I am going to like this new world. Not only do the men bathe regularly, they also grow them... pretty big." She stated with a laugh.

Her petite hand slid forward and wrapped itself around his pulsing shaft. The shock made his knees wobbly, but he quickly found the support of two lithe female bodies pressed against his back. Two lithe, naked female bodies, Chloe and Lois must have removed their clothes while his attention was fixed on Lana. He could feel the flesh of their breasts pressing into the muscles of his back and the soft fur of their sex against his thigh. He simply had to close his eyes to better enjoy the experience of their touches as Lana slowly skimmed her fist up the length of his shaft.

He felt himself being drawn backwards by Lois and Chloe. He drew Lana with him as she had not let go of his erection. The backs of his legs came up against a hay bale and they continued pulling causing him to sit down heavily, but any shock was soon soothed away by soft feminine hands and lips as Chloe and Lois explored his now seated form. Each touch left a tingle behind on his skin. They nipped and sucked at his ears and neck, whispering suggestion as to what they would like to do to him and what they wanted him to do to them. He watched Lana watch them indulgently, the way one would watch a basket of frolicking kittens, but he could see hunger in her eyes.

He watched as she reached behind her back and the sound of her zipper lowering seemed impossibly loud considering the noise and music coming from the barn below. With, a shrug, the dress fell from her shoulders and down to her waist. X-ray vision had been a tremendous temptation to satisfy his curiosity about Lana's breasts, but he had never wanted to invade his friend's privacy in that way, but now his days of speculation were over and it had really been worth the wait.

The word perfect came to mind. Full, but not large, in perfect proportion with her slim, lithe frame topped with two hard, slightly upturned, dark brown nipples nestled in the middle of dusky areola. He watched the little pebbles harden under his gaze, just inches from his face. With, a little shimmy she got the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor. She stood before him wearing nothing but a pair of black boots that ended just below her knees and an absolutely sinful smile. The movement had caused her breasts to shimmy slightly as well and he couldn't help himself. He reached up and cupped the firm globes in the palms of his hands to still them. They felt warm and smooth in his hands and he massaged them lightly. She pressed them into his palm and he massaged a bit harder. His thumbs found the hard pebbles of her nipples and he rolled them feeling them harden and extend even more. She murmured her approval.

He felt hair tickling the sides of his face and weight resting on his shoulders and back. A, quick flick of his eyes to either side showed Lois and Chloe with their chins resting on his shoulders eagerly watching. The pillows of their breasts were a soft heat against his back and sides, except where their hard nipples pressed into his skin in hot little points.

Two hands wrapped themselves around his hard shaft and he could see both Lana's in front of him so he knew it was Lois and Chloe. They squeezed and stroked lightly, slowly and steadily. His hips jerked thrusting into their pleasure creating fists and he groaned.

He watched as Lana slid two of her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them lightly and nipped at them playfully as she pulled them free. His eyes widened as she moved her hand between her legs and slid the two fingers over her clit for a moment before sliding them inside herself. Her eyes fluttered, but did not close as she probed herself. His mouth suddenly felt very dry and he swallowed hard trying to draw some moisture into it.

She withdrew her fingers and they glistened with her juices. She waved her cream coated digits, chuckling when he moved his head to track the scent. He found that the smell of hay and the scent her arousal complimented each other. Both spoke of life and warmth, but she added a sense of spice and adventure and pleasurable possibility. Saliva flooded his dry mouth when he caught her scent as if he was a starving man who'd just smelled steak.

When she thrust those cream coated fingers in his mouth he sucked on then hungrily, cleaning then thoroughly before she removed them. She tasted better than she smelled and he savoured the flavour. Lois and Chloe were a delicious distraction as they kissed, nipped and licked at his neck and shoulders while grinding their hot, nubile bodies against his back and sides, still continuously whispering their desires and suggestions into his ears.

Lana wrapped one arm around his neck, causing Lois to move away and moved her knees up onto the hay bale. He reluctantly released her breasts as she closed the space between them. He ran his hands down her sleek sides feeling the ridges and valleys of her rib cage and then reached around to cup her ass cheeks. The firm, smooth globes fit comfortably in his large hands and he squeezed them testing their resilience.

She pulled herself towards him by tightened her arm around his neck and shifting her knees forward. She lifted up, keeping herself above his shaft that was still being lovingly caressed by Chloe. He took a firmer hold on her ass massaging the firm flesh. She raised up on her knees and drew his head to her breasts burying his face into them. One of her hands was buried in his hair and she guided his lips where she wanted them, which was on one of her nipples. He sucked in as much of her tit-flesh as he could before nipping at it with his teeth and swirling his tongue on and around her hard nub or flicking it back and forth.

She shifted, moving her head past his and pressing her breast even further into his mouth. His cock twitched hard as he heard wet kissing sounds right next to his ears. He flicked his eyes up and to the side and saw one of the most erotic sights of his young life. Chloe and Lana were slowly and sensuously making out over his left shoulder. He could see their tongues dueling as their heads twisted to slide their lips together. Lana's movements shifted her breast in his mouth and he was forced to shift to keep the sweet nub of her nipple in his mouth and he did, sucking, nipping and licking harder which she seemed to enjoy if the noises she was making were to believed as well a her fingernails pressing into his scalp as she held him closer.

He'd lost track of Lois for a moment, but she made her presence felt and then some, making him groan around Lana's tit-flesh when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She bathed his dickhead thoroughly with her tongue before she slowly worked her way down his shaft. Her head bobbed and then his head disappeared down her throat as he nose burrowed into his pubic hair. Whoever had been in possession of Lois' body had some mind-blowing oral skills. It had taken all of his willpower not to lose his load right then and there.

Chloe was grinding against his back while she made out with Lana over his shoulder and he reached around behind him with one hand to fondle her buttocks and whatever other parts of her he could reach. Her hands toyed with the muscles of his back, occasionally massaging his unoccupied shoulder or reaching round to rub his chest and play with his nipples.

Lois pulled her lips off his throbbing shaft with an audibly wet pop and he groaned loudly as the air felt incredibly cool on his saliva coated shaft compared to the heat of her sucking mouth, but he wasn't left out in the cold for long. Lana turned her full attention back to him finally breaking her kiss with Chloe. He felt Lois' hand wrapped around the base of his dick, holding it steady. He felt Chloe shift and move away from his back. He again marveled at how warm a nude female body could be in the contrast of her absence, but he wasn't allowed to ponder too much as Lana lowered herself and Lois slid the tip of his penis back and forth through her full, swollen slit coating it with her copious cream.

She pulled his head off her breast and held his face in both her hands, staring deep into his eyes and lowered herself onto his shaft. He had let out a hissing breath as her tight, wet warmth enveloped him. She let out a slow breath as she let gravity slowly impale her on his length. He was oblivious to anything else except the feeling of being surrounded by a woman's flesh for the first time, he had been over-stimulated by sight, sound, taste, smell and touch that he was quickly hurtling towards his release. He could feel his balls tightening and was powerless to resist. It just felt too good. His eyes were still locked with hers and he saw purple fire flare in her dark pupils and she said: "No. Not yet. Not until I say so.", in a voice of pure command and his orgasm retreated as if by magick, which he now realized it actually had.

She let out a contented sigh, her breath sweet against his face, when she finally settled onto his lap, rocking back and forward gently to seat him fully inside her. "I believe I am definitely going to like it in this time and place." She told him with a grin and a speculative narrowing of her eyes. He hadn't understood what she meant, and he hadn't cared. His orgasm might have subsided, but his dick was almost painfully hard and the pleasure of the friction from her hot, slick, clenching pussy played havoc on his nervous system in unrelenting waves. It was hard to breath and impossible to think.

She kissed him with a probing tongue and explored his mouth, while keeping his at bay. She started to break the kiss and when he tried to recapture it she held his head in place with amazing strength and caught his lower lip between her teeth. She pulled, stretching it to the point of pain and then let it go. She chuckled when he ran his tongue over his abused lower lip. She slid her hands from his cheeks, down his neck and onto his shoulders. She tested the corded muscles she found there and seemed satisfied as she took a firm grip on them and then started to rise. Her hot, tight sex gripped and sucked at his shaft with torturously pleasurable friction as she rose along his length. "Oh fuck." He breathed. She leaned forward and nipped at his earlobe. "In a moment. I promise. Be patient." She whispered with wicked little laugh and licked the shell of his ear.

She hovered over him, poised and teasing with only the head of his shaft still in the warm, wet confines of her. He could actually feel a trickle of her juice slide down his shaft, leaving a feather light tingle in its wake. She laughed wildly when his hips jerked as he tried to bury himself deeper and she playfully rose to compensate and deny him. She teased him for a few moments more before relenting. They both groaned as she lowered her self fully on him again. After that she made good on her word and rode him like they were running the Kentucky Derby and she was intent on winning it.

Their hips found a steady rhythm as he thrust up into her down stroke, their bodies making a fluid slap each time they met. His breath was coming in superheated gulps, burning in his lungs and always seeming to be not quite enough. He had never known that he could feel so powerful and helpless, all at the same time. She encouraged him with unbridled glee, telling him how he was making her feel, when to go faster or harder and the simple mantra of: "Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Yes!!!!" which echoed into the rafters.

His lips found either of her nipples when they could, sucking and nipping until they passed out of range. His hands kneaded and gripped her firm buttocks, adding pressure when she ground and guidance when she rose. He felt as if he would burst. He was right on the cusp of orgasm, but his body would go no further while Lana's thrusting, rolling, grinding hips continued to pile sensation after sensation on his already over-stimulated nervous system. Pain and pleasure mixed as he strained, now, almost beyond desperately in need of release.

Her fingernails drew ten fiery trails across his shoulder blades and then she forced her hands between them. With, a hard shove she pushed him onto his back as she ground down on him. Her hands splayed on his chest, fingernails digging into his flesh as she used them for leverage to continue her wild ride.

His eyes found her face and he found a familiar stranger. It was Lana, but in way he had never seen or imagined. Her expression had been one of pure, wild abandon. Pearly white teeth alternated between trapping her full lower lip to being fully bared when she cried her encouragements. Her eyes flashed fire, widening as she basked in her pleasure and narrowing when she concentrated on her movements, a wiggle here or a rock there, that would send even more intense spikes of pleasure through him and by her satisfied reactions, herself. Her mane of raven hair shifted and swirled like a living thing, creating a dark halo with errant, sweat-damp curls clinging to her forehead and cheek. Her skin glistened with perspiration and he watched as a fat drop made a slow juddering path from the hollow at the base of her throat, down her chest and disappeared into the valley of her swaying breasts.

Finally he found himself begging: "Please!... Please!... Please!..." on each panting breath, his teeth gritting between hungrily gulped breaths. But, his hips still strained to meet her, stroke for stroke, beyond his ability or real desire to stop. She bore down on him, leaning forward, grinding her clit into his pubes. "Almost. All...most!... NOW!!!" She shouted before throwing her head back and laughing wildly in satisfaction as her sex clenched and flooded around him, hard, while his hilted hard-on swelled and subsided with each jerking spasm of ejaculation. Every muscle in his body tensed and locked causing his hips to slam up into her driving him, impossibly, even deeper inside her.

His muscles unlocked for a mere moment only to tense and lock even harder with each spurt. Fire raced along his nerves in wave after wave. Pure pleasure, rushed through his system erasing all else. He had actually seen spots before his eyes and then behind his eyelids as he felt his entire being draining into her hot, rippling, sucking cunt. He heard little whimpers and realized they were escaping his lips and it felt like ages before his muscles truly unlocked and the hard bow of his back relaxed only to arch again as she rolled her hips. His eyes shot open and Lana filled his vision as a wicked, sweat-glistening, dark-haired goddess, who, with a satisfied sigh and a Cheshire cat grin slumped forward to drape herself across his chest and granted him the desperately needed gift of immobility allowing his final descent into boneless relaxation.

TO BE CONTINUED...