Dick or Treat

There’s a rumor on the farm.

A rumor about the haunted pumpkin patch. Every year, on Halloween, when everyone is sleeping, strange sounds are heard coming from our family’s pumpkin patch—sounds that’ll make the devil smile.

It’s my favorite story to tell my siblings, scaring them into locking their doors and cowering under the sheets from dusk till dawn.

It’s my way of getting them off my back, a foolproof plan to ensure I can slip away unnoticed.

The door closes with a silent thud behind me, and I clutch the flashlight in my hand, illuminating a path through the thick shadows of the night.

I walk along the familiar path to the back of our house, my steps as light as possible. At this time of the year, the fields are full of bright orange pumpkins, ready for harvest.

Halloween is right around the corner, and tomorrow we’ll decorate the house and barn with streaming lights and pumpkin heads to show some good ol’ Halloween spirit.

I walk the long stretch of road until I can see the tree line leading into the woods. Glancing behind me to make sure I’m alone, I speed up and disappear under the cover of the large trees.

I walk for a bit more before pausing and looking around. A frown tilts my lips.

“Hello?” I call out, shining my camera on a rustling shrub.

A twig snaps behind me, but before I can turn around, a hand covers my mouth and pulls me back into a hard, solid frame. The flashlight is knocked from my hands.

I swallow my gasp as I feel something poke my ass, twisting my stomach into knots and sending shivers down my spine.

Lips brush my ears before lightly biting on my lobe. “Early as always, aren’t you? How needy.”

His words have my pussy leaking with the evidence of my arousal, and I arch into him, murmuring against his big, meaty hand.

He moves his hand from my lips to trail my arms until he grips the edge of my old, grey T-shirt. His hand slips under and trails my skin, tingles erupting everywhere he touches.

I can’t help but lose myself in his tender strokes, loving the way he caresses me with such gentleness before making an absolute mess of me.

He cups my breast in his hand, his finger lightly flicking the hardened pebble and causing a mewl to creep from my lips.

“Shhh, not too loud, baby.”

I nod, leaning my head back to rest against his shoulder with my eyes closed, allowing him to have his way with my body.

His lips trail my neck with ghost-like kisses as one hand fondles my breast and the other bunches my skirt up to my waist. I spread my legs further apart so he could have better access.

My body shivers as the wind caresses my exposed sex, cooling the liquid already drowning my clit.

His fingers easily glide over my wet folds, and he chuckles. “No underwear this time? You must have really missed me.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my hips jolting when he presses down on my engorged clit, sending pleasure straight through my lower tummy. “I missed you so much.”

“Good,” he hums, driving his finger through my lips before pushing it into my tight folds. It sucks him in greedily, and I cry out in pure ecstasy as he continues to tweak my nipples.

He doesn’t waste any time and slips another finger in, scraping against my insides in a way that has me on my toes, moaning for release. His thumb glides against my clit as he pumps his fingers into me vigorously, the wet squelching sound music to my ears as my body trembles, on a high I never want to get down from.

I can feel my orgasm building inside me, and I bite my lip to keep the noise to a minimum.

Oh, this feels so good.

My entire body is alight with pleasure, and I try to reach my hand back to grab his neck, but he quickly catches my hand and redirects it to my other boob. “Touch yourself for me. Make yourself cum.”

I do as he says and cup both of my breasts, lightly twisting and tugging at my sensitive nipples as his fingers thrust into me with purpose.

My toes curl as I cum hard around his fingers, my moans reverberating through the trees and washed away by the wind.

My breaths come in short pants as I try to catch myself, but he doesn’t give me the chance to. He grips my waist and pushes me until I’m leaning up against a tree. My palms are flat against the thick trunk, and my legs are spread wide with my ass pushed back and open to his torturous hands.

With my skirt bunched up at my waist, he kneads my ass cheeks in his hands and groans. “So fucking perfect.”

A light slap on the two mounds has me jumping, and I bite my lip and lean my forehead against the tree.

“Fuck me hard, baby. I want to feel you deep inside my tummy.” I say, eager to feel him again.

It’s been an agonizing year waiting to feel his touch, and now that I’ve felt it, I want to feel all of it. His hands, his body, and his agonizingly large cock. I want it all.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hands disappearing from my body as the sound of clothes rustling fills the air. A few seconds later, his hand grips my waist while the other presses down on my back, making me bend lower.

In the dead of night, pushed against this tree like a depraved animal, I dig my nails into the tree as I feel his cock push against my tight folds.

He takes me in one solid thrust, my moans increasing in volume as he smacks balls deep into me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” He moans, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, my boobs jolting on my chest and just hanging there.

I can’t help but place a hand on my tummy, feeling the slight bump there that shows me just how deep he’s gotten.

I love feeling him this deep in me, scraping my walls and scratching that itch that no one else has ever been able to.

I’m almost sad to see this end.

The sound of our quick fuck reverberates through the cold air as he continuously plows into me recklessly, not caring for anything else but the release that’s building in our guts.

He pulls back out and slams back in, jolting me against the tree. I cling to the tree for dear life, a splash of pain barely recognizable through all the spine-tingling pleasure drowning my body.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Cum,” I moan. “I want your seed in me. Spray me with all of it!”

“Fuck, yes,” He groans, his tight grip on my waist increasing as his pace becomes more erratic.

We’re both almost on our toes now, climbing higher and higher to topple over that beautiful edge.

I cum hard, my walls spasming and squeezing tight around him.

He groans, his pace slowing down as he shoots his hot load into my throbbing pussy.

Our heavy breathing is all we hear as we stay in that position for a while, trying to come down from a high neither of us wanted to come down from.

The feeling was too good.

It ended way too quickly.

Soon enough, he finally pulls himself out of me, and I straighten up, trying to fix myself as best as I can with my back still turned to him.

After a bit of rustling, he sighs. “Same time next year?”

The words send a dose of excitement pooling in my stomach, and I nod readily. “Yes!”

“Good.”

Then the place descends into silence.

A horse suddenly neighs, that same familiar sound I’ve heard every year, at this exact time.

I take a deep breath and gain the courage to turn around just in time to see a dark figure jumping onto the back of a horse quite a distance away.

I can’t make out anything but their outlines, but the man on the horse’s back seems to be headless, and there’s a round object clutched under his arm. If my guess is correct, he’s holding a pumpkin.

I stare at the image in a daze, my body still reeling from the pleasurable massage I’d just given it.

The horse suddenly stands on its hind legs and neighs loudly. A strange laughter drifts with the wind and caresses my ears.

“I look forward to being inside you again, my lovely friend.” The words tickle something in my mind as the horse suddenly starts trotting away.

I continue watching until they fade into the distance. After a few more seconds, I blink, the image of the mystery man already leaving my mind.

“Same time next year,” my lips part in a whisper as I dazedly turn around and start walking back to my house.

The next day, my siblings sit at the breakfast table with our parents, enthusiastically talking about the strange noises they heard coming from the pumpkin patch the night before.

I can’t help but smile to myself as I listen to the terror in their voices.

God, I love Halloween.