Rub My Pumpkin

by Linda Mooney

  “Until last night, you never believed witches really existed, either.”

  “True. So, what is a heart call like?”

  “It's like this,” she told him, laying a hand on his shoulder and firmly pushing him down onto the quilt. Her mouth covered his in a soft but cold kiss, and Rick immediately felt his body responding to the contact. His arms went around her, sliding her body upward until she lay on top of him.

  Their kisses quickly grew warmer and more intense, until they found themselves groping for zippers and closures. Rick found her breasts and was delighting in the way they filled his palms when Kimberly suddenly broke away.

  “Wait...”

  He propped himself up slightly to find she was breathing as heavily as he was. His cock was back at full attention, waiting to feel her rubbing against it again.

  “We have... Rick, I can't make love to you unless you pass the sex hex.”

  “The what? A sex hex?”

  “It's the way we weed out potential suitors. If you don't pass it, it means we weren't meant to be.”

  “To hell with the test,” he argued. “I know we were meant to be, and I'm not saying that just because I want to make love to you. I can feel it inside. You're like a drug, and I'm the addict.”

  She nodded, tucking her long, loose hair behind her ears. “I feel the same way, Rick, but I have to be certain. Please understand.”

  “I do, I do.” Taking a shaky breath, Rick righted himself into a sitting position, although his jeans refused to give any more to accommodate his hard-on. “I have to keep reminding myself that, because you're...”

  “A witch?”

  “Different. Because you're different, winning your heart may be a bit more complicated than normal.” He saw a strange expression cross her face. “What? What's wrong?”

  “Nothing. You said you wanted to win my heart, and I felt it. I can tell you're telling me the truth, not just what you think I want to hear. You really do...” Her dark eyes sparkled, and he suspected she was close to shedding tears.

  “Do you mind if I ask if you've done this sex hex thing with any other guys?”

  She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. “Yeah. Two other times.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “Two other times? But they didn't take?”

  “No.”

  He wanted to ask her what had happened. Why the other two guys had failed the test, but he felt she might dodge the question. It didn't matter anyway. Those men no longer counted. She hadn't been destined for them. She was meant for him.

  “Well, you know what they always say. Third time's the charm,” he teased, earning himself a grateful smile. “Sooo, what do I have to do to pass this sex hex of yours?”

  Kimberly sniffed. “First, you have to go out into the field and find a pumpkin.”

  “Okay. Easy enough. Then what?”

  “Then you have to take off all your clothes.”

  He stared at her in disbelief. “Naked and holding a pumpkin. Do you realize what kind of kinky images I'm already imagining?”

  Laughing, Kimberly motioned with her hands for him to leave. “Go. Hurry up, though. This all has to be done before midnight, or else we'll have to wait a whole 'nother year before we can try again!”

  Rick was up and moving without further questioning.

  Chapter Eight

  She told him to pick a pumpkin. Rick looked around the field that was filled the orange gourds. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe. The clouds drifted away from the moon, and the accumulating frost made them glitter in the milky light.

  “Does it matter how big?” he turned around and yelled at her. He froze in shock to see her standing on the quilt and already removing her clothing. Her upper body almost glowed.

  “It has to be your decision,” Kimberly yelled back.

  His decision. His call. His pumpkin. His sex hex test.

  “Shit. Don't screw it up now, Carr,” he muttered. It had to be his decision, which meant whichever one he chose would be a critical component in the test, obviously.

  He continued walking, giving each pumpkin a moment's glance before going on to the next one. How would he know which one was the right one? Did it have to be perfectly symmetrical? Did it have to be ripe?

  He stepped over a row, nearly twisting his ankle. Stumbling backwards, he almost tripped over a small group of pumpkins. Rick gave them a cursory look and almost passed them by when something about them struck him as being odd. A look back, and he realized why.

  There were five of them, nearly identical in size, and almost sitting in a straight row. Except the second and third one were slightly smaller, about the size of a soccer ball. Something Kimberly had told him last night came to mind.

  “I have four sisters. Actually, Sandy is my twin.”

  “Hey, Kim?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You and your twin sister, were you two born second in line?”

  There was a pause. “Yeah. Tammy's firstborn. Sandy and I came next. Why?”

  “You and Sandy, who came first?”

  “Me.”

  He grabbed the second pumpkin in the line and hurried back to the quilt. Kimberly was already naked and sitting on her knees. Rick stared at her, unable to believe how beautiful she was. Between her thighs he could see a small patch of darkness, proof she didn't shave, which suited him perfectly.

  “Are you going to stand there all night gawking?” she smiled. “Take your clothes off.”

  He set the pumpkin on the quilt and stripped. His jeans took a little effort, as his erection and nearly frozen fingers made it difficult to manipulate the zipper. But he managed to shed everything and stand before her without wasting too much time.

  The cold was devastating. Rick could feel himself beginning to shrink, in spite of the fact that he had a waiting and willing goddess kneeling in front of him.

  “N-now what?” He'd accomplished parts one and two. How many parts were left?

  “Now, rub my pumpkin all over your body.” Her eyes dropped to his pecker. “Pay special attention to your genitals.”

  “Rub. Okay.” Hefting the pumpkin, he proceeded to rub it against his skin. It was like scraping a dry piece of cloth over himself. Kimberly immediately got to her feet and walked over to him.

  “No, no, no. You're using it like you're brushing dirt off of you.” Placing her hands over his so that they both were holding the gourd, she slowly wiped it across his chest. “Pretend it's body oil. Let it ooze over you. Spread it and knead it into your skin,” she murmured in a low, husky voice. She let it slide over his nipple until it pursed into a tight little knot, then pressed it harder against his pecs, letting it rotate against the muscles, massaging them.

  The pumpkin dipped to his belly, until the bottom of it was stopped by his cock. He was so hard, he felt he could almost balance the heavy fruit on it. Rick looked down to where Kimberly had knelt before him again, and continued to help guide his hands.

  “Rub your penis with it, Rick. Rub my pumpkin everywhere. Let me see you get turned on.” If the sight of her naked body wasn't enough to keep him rock hard, her sexy voice made all the blood rush straight to his groin.

  With slow, deliberate movements, they let the pumpkin glide around and over his cock. It tickled his balls, lifting them and moving them aside as the gourd eased from one thigh to the other. Rick gritted his teeth against the exquisite torture. As freaky as it sounded to be rubbing a four-, maybe five-pound pumpkin against his crotch, it was an unbelievable turn-on.

  “Do you feel anything yet?”

  He looked down to see her smiling up at him. A hopeful smile. “Feel anything? Like what?”

  This time he got a worried, yet puzzled expression in reply. “I... I don't know.”

  Well, of course she wouldn’t know, knucklehead! No one’s ever passed this test before!

  He brought the pumpkin back around his cock and pressed the fruit against the head, teasing the bulbous helmet. His hips bucked slightly
, pretending he could punch a hole into it. Imagining what it would be like if he could penetrate it all the way into the center. Slide his extension into the pumpkin's warm, wet cavity, while pretending it was her pussy—

  Rick started. Wait. The pumpkin's warm cavity? “Pumpkins aren't warm,” he muttered.

  “What?”

  He looked down at the fruit. “This pumpkin shouldn't be warm. It should be freezing cold.”

  Kimberly released his hands and laid her palm against the fruit. A delighted smile burst across her face. “Oh, my gosh! You're right! It's warm! Quick! Break it open!”

  “How?” He didn't have a knife, not even a penknife. His next action was purely instinctive. He threw it down. Hard.

  There was a loud crack as the gourd hit the blanket. Kimberly crawled over and gingerly finished splitting the melon with her nails. The scent of warm spice curled up on the steam that came from within.

  “What the hell?”

  Kimberly brought half of the broken pumpkin over to him and held it up for him to see. The definite scent of spice, like cloves and cinnamon, hit his nose. She reached inside and scooped out a portion of the orangish interior and smeared it across his nipple. It was warm, almost too warm. Rick hissed as she leaned over and began licking the stuff from his skin.

  “What does it taste like?”

  “Like pumpkin pie,” she confessed. “The best tasting pumpkin pie I've ever put in my mouth.” Her tongue tickled his nipple. She reached behind his head to coat his shoulders and upper back, and Rick groaned as his cock felt the hairs of her mound rubbing against it. Moving around him, her hands continued to slide down his back where the silky confection's warmth slowly enveloped his skin and muscles with heat. Another dip into the shell, and he felt her fingers glide over his butt cheeks, insinuating themselves into his crack, and passing over his anus where her nails lightly scraped the tight little hole. He groaned, throwing back his head as his need began clawing inside his abdomen. His cock literally hurt, it was so stiff. He heard a giggle, and Kimberly pressed her fingers between his legs, silently urging him to spread his thighs until she could reach the underside of his sac.

  “Mmm, you have a nice ass, Mr. Carr.”

  “The better to hump you with, Miss Blakeney.”

  The hand disappeared from between his thighs. Rick looked to see her standing off to the side and cradling the pumpkin shell beneath her breasts. Her eyes were riveted on the rigid pole aiming in the direction of her navel. She licked her lips, and before the image could pop into his mind, Kimberly sunk to her knees in front of him.

  She coated his cock with the spicy warmth, making sure she covered all of it from root to tip. Glancing up at him, she gave him an impish grin and dropped an extra dollop on the head.

  He was totally unprepared for her to grab his cock with both hands and shove it into her mouth like an enormous pumpkin-flavored candy bar. Her teeth closed down around it, and for a split second Rick steeled himself for a little pain to go with his pleasure. Instead, she slowly pulled her head back, letting her teeth scrape over the skin and raised ridges. When she reached the cap, she reversed direction and pushed her face into his groin. It was a sensation like no other, and Rick could feel his balls tightening, signaling his imminent release.

  His cock filled her mouth, the flushed head hitting the back of her throat. Retracting it slightly, she slid her tongue across the taut skin, and a purring “Mmmm” vibrated in her throat.

  Rick grasped the sides of her head, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of her giving him his fantasy blow job. Her rough little tongue swirled around the helmet head again, and this time she clamped down with her whole mouth.

  She sucked once, hard and firm, and Rick cried out. His knees went weak, and he nearly fell on top of her, but she wasn't finished yet. Kimberly kept the vacuum pressure tight on his cock as she started pumping him. Her mouth made wet, smacking noises as she increased speed. Her head bobbled forward and back, and her fingers kept a firm hold around his root. One hand released his cock and cradled his nuts in her palm, but he was oblivious to everything except the action going on below his belly button.

  He wasn't going to last. As his brain sent the signal to his dick that he was on the verge of ejaculating, Rick found the strength to pull her mouth off of him. She reluctantly let go with a loud pop.

  “You tasted fantastic,” she said.

  He bent down to where she'd laid the bowl-shaped shell, reached out, and coated the tips of his fingers with the stuff. “Thank you. Now it's my turn.”

  Without waiting for her to respond, he pushed her away enough so that he could slather the side of her neck and shoulder with the goo. He caught the smell of cinnamon as he got down on his knees and dipped his face to lick it off of her.

  “Oh, God.” She was right. He wasn't a big fan of pumpkin pie, but this creamy mixture was rapidly changing his mind. The simple fact that pumpkins normally didn't contain this kind of concoction, much less serve it warm, was inconsequential. Kimberly's hand continued to stroke his cock, and that was all the proof he needed that he had passed the sex hex. With flying colors. Or, in this case, flying taste buds.

  A heated sensation met his shivering skin. His prick expanded in her hands as she smoothed more of the stuff all over it, rubbing it into his scrotum and matting his pubic hair. His hips bucked, and she giggled.

  “God, I want to eat you up,” he muttered into her ear.

  “What's stopping you?”

  She sank to the quilt, holding her hands aloft to welcome him. Rick dropped to his knees and filled his palm with the pumpkin cream. He could see she was not immune to the cold, and spread the warmth from her breasts, across her belly, until little wisps of steam floated above the amber goodness. Another handful, and he coated the soft skin inside her thighs before wiping the rest on her pussy lips. Kimberly moaned and lifted her knees. Rick spread her further, dipping his face into her succulent center.

  Heaven help him. Her womanly cream was the perfect topping for her pussy pumpkin pie. He lapped at her, making sure he tongued every inch of skin between her swollen lips, and taking care to investigate every crease before latching onto her clit.

  Her fingers grabbed his hair the same time her hips lifted off the quilt. Rick scrabbled across the quilt to find the pumpkin, and realized the gourd was nearly empty. But, he reminded himself, it was only half of the fruit. The other half lay a few feet away. Scraping the bottom of the melon, he placed his fingers at the entrance to her pussy and dabbed the still-warm stuff over her. Now he could relish eating her and the cream simultaneously. He could shove his tongue deep inside her, sucking and licking the delicious milky residue created when her natural juices mixed with the spicy goo. He didn't realize he was grunting with pleasure until he felt her pulling on his hair, urging him to move up over her. Reluctantly, he gave her clit a final hard suck and started licking his way up to her breasts.

  “Rick.” Her voice was breathy. Her body writhed beneath him.

  “Let me fuck you,” he begged. The head of his cock was already buried between her pussy lips. All it would take to slide into her would be a simple push.

  “I want to fuck you, and then I want to love you.”

  “Please. Yes.”

  It was all he needed to hear. Rick plunged into her, breaking the thin barrier, and digging himself in, all the way to his balls. Immediately her inner muscles squeezed him like a two-handed grip, and he nearly passed out.

  All thought of the cold was gone. Their bodies were warmed by the pumpkin goo and their own feverish foreplay. He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. Kimberly opened her eyes to see him smiling.

  “What?”

  “I want to see your face when I make you come.”

  He started to pump her, keeping steady and even strokes. Forcing himself so deep within her hot, tight pussy, he could feel her clit scraping the upper length of his cock. He was about to reach back and lift her knees, when she raised
them automatically. A quick adjustment, and he allowed his body and nature to take over.

  He began riding her harder and more forcefully. Kimberly dug her fingers into his shoulders, shrieking from the intense pleasure filling them both. The sound keening in his ear sparked some deep, primal rutting instinct buried inside his brain, and Rick lost all ability to think.

  Faster and harder, they were rocking on top of the quilt. Oblivious of the night, the time, and the weather, they screwed like the last two beings on the face of the earth. His lungs were on fire as he gasped for breath. His arms and knees were on the verge of giving way, when his balls crammed themselves into his body cavity, and he spewed like a fire hose into her womb.

  Her body went rigid as his body jerked during his orgasm. The thick, pulsing cock filling her sparked that last rising bit of momentum, sending her over the edge into her own release, and she screamed.

  Once he got control back, Rick continued to pound her. Her body was too perfect to let go. Not yet. Not until everything started to wind down with a slow, swirling sensation, like water going down a drain.

  His muscles felt like gelatin. Fearful of crushing her with his weight, he pulled out of her and fell face-down onto the quilt next to her. Presently, he became aware of their surroundings and her own deep breathing. He turned his face in her direction. “Kim.”

  She grunted in reply. Although she had rolled onto her side in his direction, her eyes remained closed.

  “What's my final grade? Think I passed your sex hex test?”

  This time she looked at him, and a loving smile lifted her lips. “I have no doubt you did,” she murmured throatily.

  “So, what happens next?” he whispered.

  “Well, Daddy would like to meet you.”

  “I figured as much. Bet your sisters are curious about me, too.”

  “Yeah.” She nodded slightly. “Are you in a big hurry to get up and get dressed, and go to the house?” she asked.

  He grinned. “Not really. Why? What have you got in mind?”

  “Oh, not much. There's still the other half of this pumpkin we haven't used.”