The Pumping King

It was late Sunday afternoon, sometime at the end of October and the light was already fading away. It was only 3 something but looked like it was way later, maybe 6:30 or so. I was alone reading some erotica passing the time thinking about the shit workday of Monday when I heard a knocking on ma door.

“Who the feck could that be” I said out loud.

I opened the door and there s,tood something that freaked me out so much, I fell backward into me small family room. He was tall about 7 feet or so and had a pumpkin on his head cut with a traditional Jack-o-Lantern face. Everything else below him was a flowing black cape and tattered black suit. There was a fine mist about him and he stepped up onto my threshold.

“Does ye have any salt”? The Pumpkin thing asked.

“What?” I screeched

“Well? Invite me in dear boy”!

With my mouth a jar, laying on me back, I fumbled out, “Ahh… Yeah, right. Come on in… Sir”.

“I’m sure you’ve been waiting for me” he said. I shook my head getting up off me back, not knowing what to do.

“You’ve asked for my services, and here I am”. He entered my front room and stepped over me taking off his cloak. “I’m sure you don’t mind if I make meself comfortable, then we’ll get down to business”, he said, “Soon as ye be ready”.

He entered my front room and sat by the fire and warmed his hands leaning in rubbing them together.

“So!” Ye’ve asked for my help. And here I be”, He said lasciviously looking around at me.

I got up onto me feet and said, “I’ve never seen ya before, and have never asked for ya help”.

“Ah, Dear Boy, did ye not? Just the other night, WISH that ye would have someone whom ye could copulate with… that would foul ye… with lustful abandon… whilst ye had a wooden staff buried deep within ye hindquarters”?

I thought about the times I had been flagellating meself with a wooden scabbard I had whittled and put in my ass whilst I pulled on me cock.

I made sure the drapes were drawn and kept quiet as I could whilst I rode the fake cock I had created. Up and down I had ridden this wooden dildo lubed up with loads of beef tallow. I thought no one had known about it. Yes, I had wished that I had a true lover to thrust into me bottom in the throes of lust, but never did I ask for a demon Pumpkin thing to visit me.

“Ok, dear Boy, come suckle on my wanton desire and I will make your dreams come true”!

He flipped his coat over his head, unbuttoned his breeches, and pulled out his phallic knob.

I was wild-eyed for I had not seen a cock as long or thick as this in me lifetime. And his was only slightly aroused. He continued to look at me and narrowed his eyes and all I could think was, I either put his cock into my mouth or he might kill me right then and there.

I am not telling no lie, when I say that I have laid with many a man. Some with thick swollen sausages, some with long narrow ones, some even bent in all directions and a few, actually quite large, but never, any as long, or as thick, or as handsome as this gentlemen's. (if you could call him that).

“I’m waiting”!!! He said as he grinned a monstrous smirk. His scabbard seemed to be getting larger by the minute.

I waddled over on all fours and rest my hands carefully upon his knee. His sheath was fully engorged and seemed to be about 10 inches in height and a slight orangish in colour. I looked up into his black void eyes and he said, “Don’t worry, it won’t bite ye! But hopefully, ye won’t gag on me beautiful magnificence.”

I have never heard a man call his cock anything by such a name but then, I have never seen such a sight as this large orange phallic monstrosity.

I reached out and grabbed hold of his orange phallic knob with my trembling hand and slightly squeezed it getting used to the size of it. Creeping closer, I ran my hand up and down the overly large cock and got close enough to put the big sausage tip into my mouth. The foreskin pulled back and I licked the reddish-orange head of the mushroom head tip until a dollop of white cream came out.

“Yesss, Dear Boy, suck on it as ye told me ye would.” I pulled the cock tip out of me mouth and shook me head side to side saying, “I will, but beg your pardon kind Sir, I have ne’er said a word or seen ye before.”

“Dreams do tell, dear boy, dreams do tell”.

I shook me head and put his throbbing member back into me mouth, going down on it as far as I could before gagging.  I felt his hands on my head as he guided me up for air.

“Enough, Silly Boyo”! That will be fine, Me’s tinking me ready for what ye’ve been needing”.

I released his cock from my mouth and before I could get to my feet he whipped his arm in a round motion up over his pumpkin head and I was completely unclothed and fell back again on me ass.

“Wha… what are ye going to do?” I stammered.

“Everything ya wanted. Everything yev asked fur. And everything ye be needed”!

The Pumpkin thing grabbed my legs and tossed them up over his shoulders leaning into me. Although I couldn’t see his man dagger, I surely could feel it. He ran the head of it up and down me crack until he came upon me hole. Pushing in I could tell he had some kind of lubricant but his thick-headed knob stopped about an inch and a half into me. He pushed a bit more but then stopped.

“OH! Dear Boy, let me in now. Relax and it will all be worthwhile, no different than your wooden friend”.

He kept pulling out slightly and pushing into me backside and with quick thrusts he finally pushed past me inner ring and I felt fullness like I’ve never felt before. At first, it was very intrusive, but after a bit, I started to loosen up and then really enjoyed it.  His cock was so much bigger than anything I’ve ever had in me backside and it felt softer than me wooden staff, but yet still so full. It was also hitting my best spot and I could tell I would cum soon.

“Ya fecking rag slut ya are Boyo! The pumpkin thing squelched down at me. “Ya want me seeds and I’m a-going ta give’em to ya!”

The Pumpkin thing grabbed my shoulders and held them while he drilled into my ass harder and harder.

“Aw feck me! I’m a cummin and ye get me seeds in ye, ya slut cunt bitch!”

I couldn’t help it, but he was hitting me sweet spot in my ass and suddenly I started to cum in large globs out me cock. I grabbed me knob and pulled it up and down, me cum flew out and landed on me neck, chin and face.

“Oh yeah! Squeeze me you cunt, yeah! Oh fucken hell, I’m a-going to cum in ya, ye sweet boy bitch”!

Like I’ve said, I’ve had me share of men buggering me hole before, but nothing felt like this. Me ass was getting loaded with his cum and it felt so full. It was quite a load.

“Enough!” He screamed. Before I could freak out about this abrupt ending, he flipped his arm across his head again and vanished. Completely gone!

The only thing left in the room was my heavy breathing. My wild eyes looked from right to left and as I started to calm down my eyelids grew heavy and I fell fast asleep.

Early the next day I awoke and thinking to myself that I had the strangest dream. I rushed out to the back outhouse to do my morning business. I almost fell down a couple of times thinking I wouldn’t make it in time. After my morning constitutional I wiped meself and looked at what I had wiped from me bum hole, I freaked out, seeing pumpkin seeds all over the paper.