Pumpkin Patch Horror

It was a grey and foggy October afternoon when my brother and I went down to the old farm to pick out pumpkins for Halloween. We had been going every year since i could remember but this year felt different. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something strange might happen and boy I was right.
We’d been walking for about 20 minutes when I spotted something peculiar out of the corner of my eye. There, on the outskirts of the patch sat the strangest looking pumpkin i’d ever seen. It was enormous and flatter than most pumpkins it was also off in color and it’s bottom half seemed to curve up into a sinister smile if you looked at it just right. It was wonderfully strange and creepy and it was the one I wanted. My brother wrinkled his face in disgust.
“That’s the pumpkin you want? Really?” He asked.
“Yes this is it!” I replied cheerfully.
“It’s ugly and looks rotted already, let’s keep moving.”
Just then a large vine started wrapping around my brother’s legs. It was moving so fast I barely had time to react before two vines shot up and trapped each of my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back locked in a painful, twisted knot. I cried out for help but was quickly silenced by another vine wrapping itself around my head like a gag.
I looked down at my brother, now almost completely encompassed in pumpkin vines. He was screaming and writhing around in his green prison unable to move any of his limbs anymore.
“ODESSA HELP! HELP MEEeeeeee…..” He cried, trailing off as the last vine found it’s way into his open mouth. Blood poured from the gaps between the vines covering his face and my heart filled with dread. I knew there was no one here to help me anymore and I was next. What I didn’t know is that the pumpkin patch had a very different plan for me.
I layed in the dirt as the pumpkin vines forced my legs apart and began crawling up my thighs. They moved my knees up over my head and with my dress skirt now up around my chest I began to feel very exposed. I felt a vine start to move it’s way around on the outside of my panties and I must admit my fear was starting to get replaced by arousal. The vine was gentler than i’d expected and I felt very connected to nature in that moment. It creeped its way to the edge of the fabric covering my pussy and pulled it aside.
I felt a soft green vine sprout out of the gnarled edge of the intruder and it slowly started to twist and grow all across my smooth wetness tickling my lips and clit. It was startlingly pleasurable and I found myself pushing up against it with what little mobility I had left. The lush plant went on like that for a good long while and I came more times than I ever had before, each time more powerful than the last. Suddenly I felt something bigger start to touch me there. It was strong and hard, but also smoother than the original woody vine that had my limbs trapped. I looked up between my stuck thighs and saw a large gourd that resembled a zucchini coming right for my tight hole. I started to struggle to get myself free. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside me no matter how wet it made me before.
I started panicking again wondering if it would hurt or if I would like it like I liked the vines and the leaves. I felt it push up against my wet hole. To my surprise, the tip slipped inside me and was able to get most of the way inside before I really started to feel the stretch. The base of this gourd was much wider and my excited little pussy just kept taking more and more. It moved in and out of me for hours while little sprouts and leaves continued to stimulate me from the outside. It was such a surprising and erotic experience and gave me a whole new reason to love Halloween.
Now a year has passed and i’m wondering who to sacrifice to the pumpkins this year so that I can experience it again. Maybe you could be my sacrifice. I’ll have them go slow with you so you can at least watch me unlike my poor brother.
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