Midnight Spell in the Woods

A Halloween night I will never forget

I stood in front of the mirror one last time before slipping out the back door. The black witch hat sat crooked on my head, my long braid falling over one shoulder. The tiny crop top barely held my chest and the little orange trimmed shorts were already riding high. I had decided weeks ago that this Halloween I would be the witch. Not the cute cartoon kind. The kind that walks into the dark and takes whatever finds her.

The forest behind the old neighborhood was quiet except for the wind moving through the bare branches. A full moon hung low and cold above the trees. I walked deeper than I meant to, the soft dirt cool under my boots. Every step made the shorts climb higher until the bottom curves of my ass were completely bare. I liked the way the night air kissed the skin there. I liked knowing anyone could see.

I heard him before I saw him. A low breath behind me. When I turned my head the world went still. He was huge. Dark skin catching the moonlight, thick cock already heavy and hard in his hand. No costume. No mask. Just a man who had been watching me walk through the trees like I was already his.

I should have run. Instead I stayed right where I was, looking back over my shoulder with my mouth slightly open. My heart hammered but my body stayed soft and open. The witch hat tilted as I arched my back just a little more, offering him the full view of what I had been teasing the whole walk.

The Witch Takes What She Came For

He stepped closer without a word. One big hand settled on the small of my back while the other guided that heavy black cock between my cheeks. The heat of it made me shiver. I reached back and pulled one side of the shorts further to the side so nothing stood in the way. The blunt head pressed against my tight hole and I pushed back to meet it.

The first stretch burned in the best way. I bit my lip and breathed through it while he fed more of that thick length into my ass. Inch by slow inch he filled me until I felt stretched wide and claimed. My glasses fogged a little at the edges. The braid swung against my bare side with every careful thrust. I kept looking back at him, watching the way his body moved in the moonlight while he buried himself deeper.

He started fucking me in earnest after that. Deep strokes that made my whole body rock forward. The wet sounds of him taking my ass mixed with the soft night wind. I braced one hand against a tree and pushed back to meet every thrust, greedy for the way he stretched me open. My clit throbbed untouched. My chest bounced inside the tiny top. The witch costume was half ruined and I never wanted it fixed.

When he finally bottomed out and held still I could feel every pulse of that big black cock deep inside me. I clenched around him and he growled low. One more hard thrust and he started to fill me, thick ropes of cum pumping into my ass while I shook and came just from the feeling of being so completely used. I stayed bent over for a long moment after, hat still on, shorts pulled aside, dripping and open under the moon.

I walked home later with his cum slowly leaking down my thighs and the smell of the forest still on my skin. Best Halloween I ever had. Next year I already know what costume I am wearing again.