He has been staring at me all night. This time I’m going over to him and asking what his problem is.
He is just standing there. In his stupid red skull mask, black button-up, and black dress pants. We talked about him being one of my fantasies for Halloween this year. But, since he decided to fuck off with his friends rather than be with me, the whole night is ruined.
Selfish fucking prick.
I wait for the last group of trick-or-treating kids to pass by and set down the candy bucket on the chair. I walk across the sidewalk, check for cars, and cross the street. It takes me 11 long, stomping steps to reach Steve. I throw my arms up, expecting to shove his ass into the woods, shooing him like a rodent. It’s over.
His hands come up though, each one grabbing my wrists, and he holds me still in front of him. What the fuck? I try to pull my arms away from him, but it’s no use. I don’t budge.
“Steve!” I yell at him, lashing out again. "Let me go you asshole!"
I try swinging again, but his grip on my wrists is too strong. He won't let go, and I can't get my arms back. After a few more jerks and pulls, I let out a big sigh, defeated that I couldn't get out of his hold.
I stare up at him. My breathing is strong and fast at my failure to get my vengeance on this asshole. He still hasn’t said anything. I try again at pulling my arms, but I don’t use all of my strength this time. It’s more of a small gesture.
I am getting weird vibes from him. Maybe he is trying to make it up to me. Maybe this was his plan all along. The night that I wanted...
My breathing starts to slow, intimidated by his game. Letting out another breath, I repeat his name,
“Steve?”
But I still don’t get a response.
My eyes catch a glimpse of his hands holding my wrists. They look different. They don’t look like Steve’s hands… Steve doesn't have tattoos on his hands. Maybe they are the fake ones. But still, these hands... Suddenly, my heart is beating faster.
I try to still myself, my eyes wandering from his hands to his chest. I notice black ink on his chest where the top of his shirt is open. Steve doesn’t have a tattoo there. But again, maybe it's fake.
I look up at his mask, noticing that my head has to tilt higher to match his gaze. Steve is not this tall. He also has brown eyes... This man's eyes are blue.
Now I can feel my heart beating harder and my breathing is faster. Who the fuck is this. My fight or flight starts to kick in and I start tugging away from this man again. I pull harder and harder,
“Let go of me!” I yell at him.
I pull again, putting all of my weight into it, “Who the fu-”
He cuts off my words, pulling me into him and pushing me behind the tree, slamming my back into the trunk. A gasp leaves my chest, feeling close to having the wind knocked out of me. I take a deep breath, shaking off the reality that I just got body slammed. I'm ready to scream but one of his hands holds both of my wrists and another covers my mouth.
Oh, this fucker and going to feel my wrath.
I struggle at first, trying to get out of his hold, trying to kick my legs in any direction, but it is no use. His body is heavy against mine, pushing me hard against the tree. After a few tries at escaping his hold, I quit struggling. This man is much stronger than me... than Steve. I can’t get free.
I stare up at him, as he just watches me. Watching me struggling physically and breathing quickly like a helpless lady who just got her purse stolen and isn’t fast enough to catch the bandit. He isn't breathing fast or hard at all. He is calm.
His head tilts to the side, and I watch as his eyes start to look over me. He presses into me harder, and my breathing hitches. We stand there for what seems like hours. What does he want with me?!
As the reality of not being able to get away from this asshole sets in, my muscles start to relax, and I start to calm down, feeling my breathing start to slow. The grip he has on my wrists lessens, and his hand leaves my mouth. I don’t pull away this time. I can accept defeat.
I’m frozen between him and the tree. His hand moves to my chin, pressing underneath and pulling my head up to meet his gaze. My eyes struggle to meet his, but they find them. His eyes look sane, they look satisfied, and they also look like they want something. What does he want?
His hand still holds my chin up as I feel his thumb move up under my lower lip. A slight warmth comes over me. He traces over it, moving my lip slightly to the side, and then pulls it down. My breathing hitches. Ok, that feels nice.
One of my hands is freed and settles on his chest. It’s firm, and I feel his muscles move under my hand. His chest expands and contracts with his breaths. I feel his heartbeat, and warmth spreads down through my body. My thighs clench from the static between us. I take a breath, feeling his thumb pull down my lip until it releases. What is my body doing?
His hand shifts under my jaw and I feel his fingers lead their way under my ear, settling along the side of my neck. He keeps me in his hold. I come back to sanity, trying to pull myself away from him again, but my body doesn’t move an inch. He has me pinned, and I stay there. Trapped.
He presses into me further, guiding my hand over his shoulder, and my other hand follows. They settle around his neck, holding my body up to his. His other hand comes around my back, down over my ass, and around the inside of my leg. I feel pressure and a shift in my leg. Before I can stop him, he pulls me up and lifts me. I gasp and hold on tight to him as he lifts me up, bringing my torso level with his. My legs lift instinctively, wrapping around him. He keeps me held up, bracing my body against the tree and him. My back winces at the pain of the tree, but I’m too distraught to care.
My breathing is a little faster as we continue to stare into each other's eyes. What is supposed to happen now? Why does my body fail me?
Just as I can assume he can read my mind, his hands settle around my sides, close to my ass cheeks. His lower body presses into mine and I can feel him. A fucking log presses into my lips below and rubs up into my clit. I feel my cheeks redden and my thighs ache. I take a long shaky breath, tightening my arms on his shoulders. I pull my body up, away from him, but then settle back down on him, finding him again with my lower half. I want to see if it’s still there, to feel it again. Why? What am I doing?!
I take a shaky breath as he watches my body struggle against his. Even with his hold on me, I might look like I have Tourette’s. When I can’t seem to find sanity against him, one of his hands comes up to my face again. He holds the side of my face and my neck, pushing his thumb under my chin. He stares into my soul, using his body to settle mine. His breathing is deep and slow. He leans down, putting his face next to mine. I can feel his breath against my neck. I hear his mouth open, but he doesn’t say anything. Then I hear his teeth click shut and he pulls himself away from me.
This time, my arm pulls away from his shoulder and my hand settles on the side of his neck. I feel like I know him. Which sounds fucked up. But his energy is so strong. I feel like I've been with him. Like I’ve belonged to him before. I pull him in close, pulling his face to mine. Our breathing is almost in sync. I search his eyes, but I don’t know who he is.
He shifts before I can get closer, and I feel him again below me. I press my lower half into his instinctively and hear him take a deep breath. I want to feel more of him, but that would be wrong. What the hell am I doing?!
I think for a moment. He still won't say anything. But at this rate, my clit throbs from his dick massaging it, and wetness is starting to pool out of my lips. All I manage to say is,
“Ok.”
At that his hands come to my waist, finding the top of my shorts, pulling them open and they rip away. Fuck.
I feel cold air hitting me below. He lifts me higher against the tree, fiddling with his belt and pants below me. I hold myself up, betrayal starting to sink in. But fuck Steve. I'm not even thinking of him. He isn't on my fucking radar. My own body is betraying me. I thought I was in control, but no. What is control?
I feel his arms settle on either side of my legs again, his hands gripping the sides of my ass cheeks. He grips them, pulling me away from the tree slightly, then guiding my body down on his. I feel his head at my entrance and he pauses. I look up into his eyes again and take a deep breath. My breathing is becoming erratic, and I can feel his chest rising and falling deeply and slowly.
He continues to guide me down, staring at me. His head makes it past my entrance. And I immediately regret this decision. He doesn't fit. He shouldn't be allowed to put his dick in anyone. I feel like I'm being spread open for a pap smear. Shit fucking hurts.
I think he notices my pain because he slows to a stop. I breathe in and out, but before I can tell him, never mind, he keeps going. My eyes go wide as he presses further, his width starting to become impossible. I might be wet, but that doesn’t mean you can lube up a gourd to fit through a straw. This guy is fucking crazy if he thinks this will work. He pulls back a little and presses into me again, getting a little further this time. I tighten the grip of my arms, until I start to hit him in his back,
“No, nope,” I tell him and I try and lean away.
But he doesn’t move or let me down. He replies by pushing himself in deeper. I let out a yelp and throw my head back against the tree. My body shakes this time, and I can barely keep myself held up.
I find his eyes and he looks into me, now serious. His eyes blink and he takes a deep breath. Almost like he is telling me to be ready. I feel him pull out of me and as I exhale, he pushes himself into me until he can’t get any deeper. I moan so loud, gripping his shoulders hard. I can feel all of him. Every fucking inch filling me. He can’t get any deeper, he will rip me open!
I feel like I can’t breathe as he holds himself deep inside of me. But he just stands there, completely fine and still alive.
I take a deep breath and lower my head, taking in the gruesome scene. He pulls out and I can see him. His cock is half the width of one of my legs. The sight is frightening and I look back up to meet his eyes again. He tilts his head to the side. Does he want me to say something? Is he going to say anything? I pull myself up slightly into him, ready for the thrust of death again.
He pushes in and this time, I feel warmth through my body. I feel sensations building below. It feels… good. He pulls out and thrusts in again, and my body immediately fails me. My orgasm is already at its tipping point. He holds himself as deep as he can and I hear him let out a deep moan. My head leans forward, and the forehead of his mask meets my forehead. Both of us breathe deeply, erratically, looking into each other’s eyes. I want to keep feeling him, does he not feel how impossibly too big he is for me? I open my mouth to say something, what that is, I'm not sure, but I hear myself out loud,
“Don’t stop,” I breathe shakingly against his mask, “Please.” ... What?!
He keeps his face pressed against mine and starts the thrusts again. This time he is faster, deeper. He pulls out, and pushes in, holding my body up all the while.
I feel warmth spreading through my body again. Electricity builds from the sensations. A moan releases without my permission.
As the sensations build, my head starts to fall away from his, and my eyes feel like they are going to roll back. Death by overfill. My head tilts back into the tree. The explosion leaves my body as my vagina tightens down on his cock. He thrusts inside of me, in and out, over and over, letting me ride out the orgasm. My hands hold tight on his back. I try breathing, deep breaths over and over. Moans slip out in the process.
His head tilts down beside mine, and one of his hands leaves my side and slams into the tree above my head. It’s startling, but I feel him below me, getting harder, getting deeper. His breathing is becoming erratic and I finally hear a sound come out of him, a low moan. My body cripples from the sound.
I watch his body tighten against mine. Parts of the tree are breaking off and landing on my shoulder. His body holds himself deep inside of me as his cock gets it’s hardest. He lets out a stern moan again, and I feel it. The warmth of his cum filling me, deep inside. His thrusts continue, slow and deep, until he can’t move anymore.
He finally comes to a stop and we both breathe slowly and deeply. His hold on me becomes weak as he tries to hold me up with one arm. My legs are giving out from around him, from the beating my vagina just took. Slowly, he leans back, giving me one last look into my soul before helping me to the ground. His cock slides out of me slowly, dripping wet from both of our cum. He sets me down and holds me at my waist until he knows I can stand without my legs giving out. My arms release his neck and feel down his chest until they fall back to their sides.
We both stand there. I don’t have pants, and his cock hangs erect.
After a few moments, my mouth opens,
“Who are you?”
But he says nothing in return…
He reaches down tucking his cock into his pants and buttoning himself up. He leaves his belt undone, stepping away from me before he turns and walks into the woods…
I’m left here, leaning against the tree and no pants on. I hear children in the back, toward the houses, yelling and screaming as they all trick-or-treat.
I turn around to look toward Steve’s house. He and the guys are back, wrestling in the front yard. I swallow. Fuck.
He is in his mask and black clothes. Just like the man who just took me to another dimension. The thought of him barely fitting inside of me makes my thighs tighten, and my vagina ache. I feel warm wetness running down the inside of my legs. Gross. But it makes me want more.
Should I follow him into the woods? Wait, the fuck?! No! Is this even happening?!
Ya, ya it is... the streaks of cum going down my legs prove that.
How the fuck am I supposed to get over there with no pants on and wet legs...
And who just made my fantasy come true?