Curbita, or Bita, as most people called her, had a father that was a Chilean farmer, and a mother that was a pumpkin. Yes, A PUMPKIN. The orange things that my family enjoys defacing every week before Halloween.
In most cases, the seed of a man and the inner workings of a pumpkin, were never meant to produce offspring. But in Bita’s case, this impossible had become possible, since her father’s unnatural romance had been the magic the pumpkin needed to bear him his only child. The pumpkin, Bita’s mother, exploded immediately after delivering Bita to the world. Her father wept for hours, as he ate what was left of his first true love.
I was on my back now, wondering what this girl would do to me next. We were in an abandoned barn by the woods, a place she had lead me to right after the Halloween dance at school. Her curly green vines of hair tickled my bare chest as she dry humped me, her hard orange shelled skin pressing against my open fly.
She stopped, then asked me, “Do you like this?”
I hesitated before replying, “Yeah, yeah, I like it.”
“I’m not! I’m not!”
“Then why aren’t you moaning?”
“I don’t know…is that what I’m supposed to do?”
“Duh! Maybe this’ll help.”
She quickly took off her purple rubber clamshell bra; she had dressed up as a mermaid for the dance. Two pomegranate-sized mini-pumpkins were there, but where the stems would be, were green, fuzzy nipples.
She took my hands, and rubbed them on her green teats. They felt like crushed velvet. I let out a barely audible moan.
“Take off your costume,” she said, before getting off of me. She stood a foot away, watching me anxiously tear off my SpongeBob costume. As I threw off the yellow foam covered box I’d made, I wondered why at my age, seventeen, that I thought it was such a good idea to make something better suited for someone who hadn’t already hit puberty.
Bita walked up to me, completely unclothed; she had tossed the mermaid tail on the far side of the barn while I was working up a sweat trying to get that damned yellow box off of me.
She had curly green pubes that matched her hair, except they weren’t as loose. If no one knew any better, they may have thought that Bita was growing her own version of a Chia Pet. Her smooth and slim orange-shelled body looked amazing against the slivers of moonlight shining through the cracks of the old barn. All of her head vines hung past her shoulders, cascading over her mini-pumpkin breasts. She gazed at me with hungry yellow eyes, her red painted lips pouted, and head tilted to the right. It was amazing how gorgeous she looked with that pumpkin head and figure of hers. Never in a million years would I have imagined that a fruit could look so good.
She climbed back on me, and lowered her body onto my naked one, which was damp with sweat. She lifted her head, and looked into my inky eyes. Even though I’m not a pumpkin person, I am my own oddity: a human guy with black eyes; my irises and pupils are indistinguishable.
She kissed my lips gently, then slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I jabbed mine at hers, and they sparred for a moment, until I felt a cool hand cup my testicles. The hand gently massaged them, then moved on to my massive erection. As Bita kissed and stroked me, I couldn’t help but moan, and think about how this couldn’t get any better, until she sat up, and inserted me inside of her warm flesh. We both sighed as our bodies connected, my penis enveloped by her warm, sweet pulp.
She rode me for a while, then I positioned her doggy style, pulling her rounded orange bottom towards my belly. She screamed, a lot. I guess it was her first time too.
I came after about a minute, and I felt embarrassed. I had hoped losing my virginity would’ve lasted longer, but I guess you shouldn’t expect to be a stud right off the bat. Bita looked a little disappointed, but she lay there next to me, looking into my night eyes, as if to ask me, “Is that it?”
After a few seconds of cuddling, I said, ”Sorry.”
Bita looked confused, “For what?”
“For not…holding out.”
She chuckled, which confused me, and made me a little angry.
She stopped laughing long enough to notice the frown on my face.
“Hey! Chill. I know how you can make it up to me.”
My face perked up a bit. “How?”
“You like apple pie?”
“My pumpkin pie is better. Taste it,” she said, after spreading her legs, and exposing her greenery.
I looked at her vaginal vines, then at her moonlit face, and inched my way downward. I’d never performed oral sex on anyone, and I was nervous about trying it.
Bita whispered, “Go ahead, it won’t bite.”
I closed my eyes, and darted my tongue inside the orange crevice of a foreign territory.
The next morning, I woke up in the barn. The early sunrays stung my eyes into awakening. I looked on each side of myself, then stood up and searched the barn, but only saw pieces of the discarded mermaid ensemble Bita wore the night before. No way she walked home naked. Did she?
I dug through the hay, hoping to find a note, anything that might’ve told me why she left without telling me.
As I uncovered the hay, trying to ignore the agony of having a swollen belly, I noticed bits of pumpkin everywhere. I felt something fall off of my face into the hay–a pumpkin seed. I wiped my mouth, and more pumpkin seeds hit the hay.
I guess I really do enjoy the taste of pumpkin.