It was a dark night in October; the 30th to be exact. Walking home from campus to my apartment couldn’t have been any more frightening. The fog was setting in, and it was hard to see past five feet in front of you. Nonetheless, I knew my way home well, as I had walked it each day for two years. This night was far different than many nights, because it was the first year that kids on campus were encouraged to dress up for the first annual costume contest.

All around me were ghosts and ghouls, vampires and witches. Just about any horrific monster you could imagine was walking around you, popping out behind the fog. My heart was beating so hard in my chest that I thought it would explode. Nonetheless, I hurried my way home, for it was a half an hour walk in pitch black darkness.

I finally came to the end of Park Blvd., the long road that led to my apartment, when someone tapped on my shoulder. “Hey Stefanie, wanna play?”  the male voice asked in a creepish manner. I knew the voice, I just couldn’t match the face. He almost gave me a heart attack when I turned my head to see him, as he was wearing a costume of a bloody clown with a knife stuck in his skull.

It must be Branden. He’s always playing pranks like this, even when it isn’t Halloween or April Fool’s Day. I began to walk with him and engage in conversation, but somehow Branden kept turning our small talk into erotic conversation. He had his arm around my shoulder as he whispered “Wouldn’t a gorgeous girl like you like a nice thick cock in that wet pussy? I know you’re getting wet Stefanie. I can taste that pussy already.” He took a deep breath as we walked through a layer of fog, “Look, I can fuck you right there on that table. No one comes to this park anyway.”

I can’t lie to you, I was getting a little wet, and the offer was more than inviting in my mind. The thought of a stranger in a scary costume taking control of me had been a secret fantasy of mine since the night I watched my first horror film at a Halloween party two years ago. Of course, I didn’t expect it to be a bloody clown, but it would have to do for now – That is, if this guy is really serious.

“Cut the shit Branden!” I said in a rude voice as I snapped back to reality. Things like this just weren’t normal. I didn’t even know if it was really Branden. It could be a random man; a stalker, or even a murderer.

“Maybe I am Branden, but maybe I’m not. You don’t get to find out until you let me have a piece of that ass. I’ll be nice, and I promise you won’t regret it. I can walk you home if you’re more comfortable with me fucking your brains out at your apartment.”

His offer was becoming too much for me. This was my fantasy – My wet dreams coming true right before my eyes. Take it or leave it, but I know I want it… I thought to myself. I put my hands in his, and he led me away to the table underneath the large oak tree. Thank God no one was around, or we could get in some serious trouble.

I started to realize that this indeed was not Branden by the way he began to talk. His voice was deeper than I had realized, and my mind was going insane trying to figure out who he was… Tyler, Dylan, Joseph, Peter, or maybe Sullivan… I went over each guy I knew in my mind, but it’s almost impossible to place a voice with a face when you talk to so many guys. I was the trainer for the football team that year, so I came across tons of guys each days. But I definitely knew that voice, I just couldn’t figure out who it was yet.

The mystery man put my hands behind my back as he bent me over that wooden table. “Hush, hush, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear you,” he said as he tied my scarf around my face to form a makeshift gag. I was getting more and more excited by the minute, and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock deep inside of my now dripping pussy.

I heard his zipper as he unzipped his pants, and when he pulled them down, his hard cock hit me in the ass as it flung out of his pants. It was so huge, and I could tell because it was almost touching the lower area of my back. I knew I was in for a wild ride out there in the dark, but I was definitely ready to get it on with this bloody clown.

He started to hold his dick and rub the head up and down my wet slit, making sure to smack the head against my clit, which was bulging and hard from all the excitement. I anticipated for him to penetrate me, and made small movements to try and insert his cock myself when it was in place, but he only spanked me when I tried.

“Be a good girl or I might have to hurt you,” he whispered into my ear after he licked slowly up my neck, gripping my ass so hard that his fingernails dug into my skin. I was scared, but excited at the same time. Hurt me motherfucker, hurt me. I want the pain. I wanted to say that out loud, but the scarf was keeping me from talking.

Finally, after what seemed like half an hour of sucking and biting my nipples, spanking my ass, and rubbing his dick up and down my dripping pussy slit, he finally penetrate me – slow and hard. I clenched my teeth as the tip of his cock entered my pussy; just the tip itself was so thick that I felt my tight pussy rip a little. I knew I would be bleeding when all was said and done, but that’s what I wanted.

I took deep breaths through my nostrils as he slowly entered each inch of his huge cock. He struggled to get all the way inside of me because he was just too large. I started to wonder if he was Joseph from Literature class. Everyone always stared at his dick, because even flaccid, it was easily visible through his pants and down his thighs. “Uggghhhhhhh!” I moaned – He was all the way inside of me, pounding against my cervix over and over.

He held my ass, while I gripped the edges of the table, spanking me whenever I made a sound. He started off slow and hard, pounding as deep as he could, and then switched to fast, violent fucking. I felt myself drip down my legs, and I wondered if I was bleeding. He was so large that I was already feeling sore 10 minutes in.

He let go of my ass, and slowly removed his dick from my pussy, still hard and ready for more. I wondered why he was stopping, but when I turned around he had removed his mask. I found out that it was Tyler, the quarterback from the football team. We talked almost every day last semester as I helped heal his broken foot, yet I never would have thought he was a kink…

To be continued…