Every Halloween I always end up having chosen the witch, never the mummy, skeleton, warlock or others! And she is a sexy witch with pointy hat and too much on show above those precarious high-heeled boots and suspiciously short black dress!

Of course they always said I was the bustiest dude with a woman's butt. "My bitch's got a flat ass, I need to get me some of that!" Towel flicking and horse play were the usual gym shower activities and I was rather embarrassingly bouncy!

   Flashing red panties is one thing but I'm a dude and that blonde wig and lippy's going too far, but oddly I seem to not mind so much this year. In fact I never minded and I think they knew that I knew that choosing hat was rigged!

Another thing is I'm the lone female at this boozy Halloween piss up, fake or not I have danced and been groped by them all! The last two or three groping and slapped or replaced hands later and I was in the arms of a skeleton who for once was taller by an inch or two with me still in heels! His hand slid down to my butt fairly quickly but I didn't remove it.

   This skeleton is our new student of African descent, Zulu prince he says but we all think he's pulling our legs! His hands are pressing into my barely covered buns pulling me close as the slow number plays and the drunken wolf whistles start! "Take ‘er up the aisle!" and "Pluck that ripe tranny-fanny!" were a couple of remembered drunken shouts before the music pumped back up.

He danced well, even lampooning a ‘skeleton' dance that had me laughing too much before he pulled me close and I found his thick and kissable lips pressed over mine! I jumped back but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back and we danced close his hand having a good grip on one butt cheek!

   So close I could feel his strong athletic muscular body through that thin lycra and foam bones. He guides my hand over another long bone but this one is warm and flesh! He whispers things I want to hear, things I didn't want to acknowledge, my deepest and most secret desires. How does he know such things? He runs my hand over the hardest of bones letting me feel what his whispering lips are offering, my own tucked penis struggling to stiffen as I shake sweating even as I wear so little! He has led us by the door near the back of the house his hand on the latch as the other reaches out for mine. A deep shaky breath and I follow him outside into the darkness...

   Moths orbit that dull yellow lantern as our lips meet again. I am not a girl, neither am I queer but I never held back as he pulled me close. Were we snogging? I wasn't sure butt he seemed to steal my breath all too easily as my heart hammered in my ears. His warm tongue was in my mouth and I was falling fast, my knees had never felt so weak. Was love heavy?

   He turned me as I held onto that utility pole the light shaking ever so slightly as above my pulled down pantyhose and panties a thick brown penis slid between shaking white flesh! He was bigger and thicker than Mum's gold vibrator and I could hardly catch my breath until he rested fully inside me. "Breath my horny witch... This is just the start. Soon you will be my breeding bitch but first taste is for you tonight my queen!" He chuckled as I bit down on my lip.

   With my legs parted he pushed that brown utility pole of his own deep inside my anus pulling back and ramming forward as my cries were drowned out by those party sounds emanating from those open back windows. From my screams and cries anyone would thought I was being raped but it was so very consensual on my part, secretly I had wanted this and this prince knew that when even I couldn't ask of it!

I was bent over now that utility pole and its winding ivy dug into my left shoulder as I withstood that deep hammering rod of flesh and those heavy swinging balls bouncing up and under into my own flaccid junk! I really was the girl here. My slapped ass was starting to sing its own song as he pounded me without rest his big hands sometimes on my hips pulling me back or other times crushing my chubby boy tits!

I called him all manner of disgusting things as that sexual and admitting drunken fever took me, screaming out all sorts as he rode my butt hard for what felt like hours! But seven minutes later I was on my knees my ass up and spluttering wet fanny farts of fresh semen as my prince pulled up his skeleton leotard his mission complete, job done, witch impaled and burnt on his stake!

The party goers crashed out of the opened door as my prince vanished and finding their witch prone and defenseless took advantage and I found myself unable to get off the ground for the drunken cocks pinning my ass down! I even found myself drinking booze enriched jizz straight from their dicks as I became a real whore of a witch! At one point there were two up my butt as I sucked another I was so carefree and careless I let them do anything!

But when the sun near blinded me as I woke up outside tied to that utility pole my hands high and a wine bottle up my ass hole stretching it painfully wide I realized how foolish I had been last night. The bottle was roped into position and my feet were bound too! I could call for help but did I want to be found by someone other than those idiots lie this? Struggle as I might I was securely fastened to that pole and ivy which I was thankful wasn't the poisonous type!

My big coat, trackie bottoms and sneakers were propped beside my stilettos outside the locked back door and shuttered windows, those bastards had left me like this! I could be raped or killed, sliced up and turned into art like in those sick horror movies! Or raped by a bear or Bigfoot's big dick... A forest bride? Such ridiculous thoughts were halted as a small, gigantic in my panicked eyes, spider surmounted the curve of my left moob and I screamed loud enough to wake the dead!

"I'll get yer down iffen you be my gal for the day." The old man had quite the story and he seemed genuinely pitiful and he was freeing my bounds with his huge and sharp hunting knife! . "Not known a lady's touch in so long." I was not in a position to argue with this heavily armed hunter and smiled politely. "They tied you to lure the old man of the forest? I been at his spore for a long stretch but ‘es a witching devil is old sassy!"

Did this heavily armed loon know I was not a woman? He had two guns over his shoulders and that huge broad hunting knife he cut me loose with looked even more disturbing glinting under the warm humid sun! He gathered my clothes up as the humidity became darkness and heavy rain and I had no choice but to follow my rescuer.

The coat was too warm but kept me dry as I walked cautiously after that old hunter's wavering light in the dark wet woods, my caution triggered by my stiletto heels he had given me to wear instead of my sneakers? "Such a dark storm to find such a pretty damsel in need of her knight... And what an old crumb of a nit she found huh?" His laugh was a little infectious or I was a little drunk still!

An hours walk in high heels later and we arrived at his cabin in the woods. "Run" I told myself but I had agreed and I would stand by my word and he had a nice shower. I wore the wig as he liked blondes with the black dress and red panties. Some of his late wife's lipstick covered my lips as I swept the floor barefoot and cleaned house. I was his maid it seemed!

I cooked dinner, hunters stew using recently dead critters which, thankfully he gutted and prepared and we ate together as he told some pretty ribald semen's tales! He was in quite the groping mood as I washed up but I had promised this so I didn't complain and kept it humorous.

I had him sit in his easy chair and as the log fire warmed my bare back I took his penis in my mouth hoping the old git didn't have a heart attack but it was me in trouble! His penis grew so fucking big I was choking so soon, coughing as he apologised! That pierced head with its thick silver ring was already too big for my mouth and this old git's horse cock was way bigger than that bastard princes!

He was gentle in bed but a cock of that size was anything but, it brutalised my butt hole like nothing I could imagine as I fought for breath on that creaking bed. "It's too much young lady?" But I took it and thanked my lucky stars that old man couldn't thrust like that prince but he did deliver a king's ransom in thick warm semen from huge hairy balls!

He drove me to the bus station in his pickup I swear was an original model-T flatbed. "Thank you son, that lady was a godsend... If ever she wants to she can visit me again." He shook my hand awkwardly and I got on the coach in my trackies, sneakers and big coat.

A year later I got off that same coach and hiked up to that cabin my long hair now dyed blonde and those hormones having swelled my breasts enough for a good c-cup under-wired bra which I wore under my woolly top. The wind blew up my skirt at the station but I had pink granny pants under my pantyhose for modesty! I was dressed femme to surprise that old man and ask to spend some time with him and his donkey-sized penis. I was so the slut!

"Can't say I recall you missy, but my memories fulla holes these days." He smiled as his old slacks grew tight. "I do recall that sacrificed witch but she was a dude if I recall right, me old dipper remembers all righty Miss!" I laughed pulling down his old worn jeans and was on his musty cock in an instant, that shank's door still open as I did my best to swallow it deep, my year not without much practise!

"Still am a little dude Samuel but for you I want to be the perfect lady." I lay on my side naked as that thick donkey dick resided deep between my smooth reddening butt cheeks as my hand felt its ringed head in my moving belly, his hand over mine. "I prefer whore to lady my Sabrina." His breathless words made me moan. "I like slut to whore Sam... now fuck my wet cunt like your health depends on it! Who wants Bigfoot when I got Big Dick!"

That night I slept so soundly after a wonderful session on that huge donkey dick and wonderfully filled with his tasty thick semen. Oh yes I would stay with this old man. His smelly farts and old man pissy smell and breath that could rot fresh fish could not detract from that world class pierced donkey-sized penis or those huge grey-haired balls that delivered such a copious delivery of thick warm semen! I slept in his arms my bottom raw and my stomach sated. Oh yes I could swallow him deep now!

The next day I slept wearing his mother's gold wedding band on my finger, wedded under a starry Moonlit sky as he went down on one knee in the moist swamp, croaking critters our witnesses! My growing breasts spilled from that old mouldy wedding dress of his mother's as I got down on two knees and took my husbands seed deep down my open throat as he howled to that leering Moon!