Zack's Halloween Adventure

-by Alvo Torelli, Halloween, 2020

(Mg, con, Halloween)

Author’s Note: This story is my version of a classic story that has been told for as long as there have been stories. Moreover, a friend suggested that I give us all a break from the awful pandemic and pretend that Halloween 2020 was a normal Halloween – so that’s what I did.

Saturday, October 31, Halloween

Zack sighed, but he didn't complain. It wasn't like he had a hot date to take to some cool Halloween party. Hell, it wasn't even like he had an ugly date for a lame Halloween party. He had nothing. So, what the Halloween, he might as well be the one who took his two little brothers out around the neighborhood to trick-or-treat.

“Come on guys,” Zack sighed. “The sooner we get you out there, the more candy you’ll score.”

“Thank you, Zack,” mom said and kissed him on the cheek before he could duck away from her and get out the door. “And if you run into Mr. or Mrs. Bellingham with Cody, it’s okay to let the boys go off with them.”

“Sure, mom,” Zack sighed, again.

His brothers were comically dressed as Thing One and Thing Two from The Cat in The Hat, their favorite book. He had to admit, they looked pretty great. Zack, on the other hand, wore no costume other than his usual jeans and a flannel shirt, with his varsity letterman’s jacket for warmth against the slight chill of the Halloween evening.

Zack and his brothers had only visited three houses in the gathering darkness before they came across a little girl in a stunning costume, standing forlornly on the sidewalk. Despite the impressive makeup that gave her a deathly white pallor - with streaks of blood and dirt and dark, almost black lips – her young beauty was striking. She wore a long, old-fashioned dress that was nearly in rags. Her long red hair was braided into pigtails that frayed down near her waist.

“Hey there, are you okay?” Zack asked the little girl. She didn’t look to be any older than nine or ten, barely older than the twins, and too young to be wandering by herself.

“Oh, sir,” the child said. “I have lost my mother. She told me to meet her here, but nothing is familiar.”

“Wow, you really have the corny speech down,” Zack said with a smile. “But, you probably shouldn’t be by yourself out here. Why don’t you come trick or treating with us, just around the neighborhood? Your mom’s sure to show up.”

“You are so kind, sir!”

“Ah, it’s just Zack. And those guys ahead of us are Bob and Cam. Don’t worry about telling them apart. So, what's your name?"

“Gia, sir. Gia Thomas.”

“Well come on then, Gia Thomas, let’s get you some candy!”

Zack couldn’t help noticing how pretty the little girl’s big green eyes were when they flared with surprise.

“Trick or treat!” Thing One and Thing Two yelled at the next house.

The door swung open and a middle-aged woman stepped out with a big bowl of candy. “Ooh!” she squealed. “Look at you two! Right out of a book you are. And oh, my, aren’t you just the sweetest little ghost I’ve ever seen! Harry, Harry, come and see.”

Bob and Cam happily grabbed fistfuls of miniature candy bars, but when the bowl was presented to Gia she hesitated before taking a single lollipop. She curtsied in her ragged dress and said, “Thank you most kindly, mistress.” Her pretty young voice seemed to tinkle on the wind.

“Oh, my god! You are just precious.”

At the next house, the boys rang the bell and shouted their Halloween threats, and everything changed. Even Zack was surprised when all the lights went out, a spooky recorded voice cackled maniacally from all around them, and a skeleton, lit from within, suddenly came to life and danced grotesquely before their eyes. The boys screamed and clutched one another before breaking into howls of laughter. Little Gia gasped and plastered her small body tight against Zack’s side, grasping his hand in both of hers.

The scary performance lasted only seconds before the lights snapped back on and a tall smiling man opened the door with another big bowl overflowing with candy. The boys whooped and grabbed as much as they could get, but Gia refused to come out from behind Zack. She trembled against his side.

Kneeling beside the pretty child, Zack said "Hey, it's okay. It was just a Halloween decoration. It was supposed to be funny. Nothing out here can hurt you, I promise."

“I’m sorry, sir. It was just so frightening!”

"Don't be sorry, it's okay." Zack looked up to see his brothers already halfway to the next house on the block. "Hey, guys! Hang on." When he looked back to Gia, her face was downcast, so he gently took her chin and turned her head back up so she would see his reassuring smile. Big green eyes, glistening at the edge of tears looked back at him. Zack started falling into those eyes. She blinked long, fine lashes, and his chest twisted.

Despite the rags, the skinny, immature body, the streaks of blood and dirt, and the deathly pallor of her makeup, Gia was the prettiest thing Zack had ever seen.

“Oh, man, you’re really cold.” The hand and the delicate chin he held were both icy. “You should have worn a warmer costume, you silly little thing. Here, you can wear this until we find your mom.”

Zack’s jacket dwarfed the little girl.

“You are so kind, sir.”

When she darted forward and kissed his check her lips were still cold, but Zack only felt a tingling thrill that lingered as he stood. He didn’t hesitate to take Gia’s delicate little hand in his, intertwining their fingers as they headed down the block.

Zack found his brothers at the corner, horsing around with their best friend Cody. Cody’s father was more than happy to take the twins off his hands, promising to return them home once their bags were stuffed with candy. As he watched them all walk away, a wave of relief caught Zack by surprise. He was relieved to be left alone with the pretty little girl! And there she was, smiling up at him.

“I guess we better try to find your mom.”

“I think, perhaps, she is this way, sir,” Gia said and pulled gently to guide Zack away from the center of the neighborhood.

Zack and Gia didn’t bother to stop at any more houses for candy. There was an infectious eagerness in the pretty little girl as she led Zack down one street and then another. Mesmerized, it didn’t occur to him that they were moving farther and farther away from his recently-built neighborhood into older parts of town, much older. But when the child turned off the sidewalk to try to lead Zack through the gates of an old, wooded cemetery, he balked.

“Hang on,” Zack said. “We’re not going to find your mom in an old cemetery, Gia.”

Gia didn’t answer him. Instead, she stepped closer, pressing her small form against his body. She looked up along his chest, batted her big eyes. She parted her lips and tilted her head to one side. Her free hand clutched at Zack’s side. The invitation was obvious. But she was so young…

What was happening to him? Zack knew better, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned down to kiss her.

Just as their lips brushed together, Gia darted away and flitted between the barely open iron gates of the cemetery. Her tinkling laugh followed her into the darkness. Zack didn’t hesitate to consider what a bad idea this was – he darted after her, slowed by the need to push the heavy gates open a few inches wider. By the time he was through, she was gone.

What the hell? He was chasing a pretty girl into a gloomy cemetery on Halloween. Wasn’t this the part of the movie where the audience was yelling ‘don’t go in there!’? But the girl was so pretty, even if she was far too young. And she had his letterman’s jacket. And… and he wanted to kiss her more than he’d ever wanted anything. What the hell?

The graveyard was gloomy, but it was at least partially lit from the streetlights. The trees, bushes, and old, crumbling monuments threw long, indistinct shadows. Zack heard that wonderful, tinkling laugh again, teasing him. He pulled his cell from his back pocket, flicked on the flashlight, and ran deeper into the old cemetery.

In seconds, any light from the street was a memory. His phone flash was bright but threw strange, wavering shadows. Zack stumbled over a root that reached out into the ill-defined path. The tinkling giggle came again, from his right, and he had to leave the rough path, pushing his way through bushes. But he was getting closer! Those big green eyes burned in his mind – those pretty, cold lips, made to look so dark. Her frail, thin form, shivering… He tripped again, steadied himself against a tree, and her laughter was closer. It seemed to come from every direction – there, no there, no…

There! Almost close enough to touch! Zack forced his way past branches and leaves, unable to see where he was going. He burst through, but his phone went flying. He had one moment to see the small clearing, several tombstones, and a monument, then nothing but darkness as his phone light went out.

When she giggled close behind him, Zack whirled around in terror. Instinctively, he started to scream. But she was somehow already in his arms, already wrapping her thin arms and legs around his neck and waist as he tumbled backward into thick, yielding grass. Before any sound could leave his lips, the little girl’s lips were pressed to his. The shock disappeared as quickly as it had arrived; the adrenaline of fear turned to the adrenaline of desire. He kissed her back.

They kissed for a long time, hungrily, like lovers who’d been apart far too long. Zack threaded his arms under the jacket to wrap them tight around her trembling little body. He let one hand slide down to cup her shapely ass. Some little part of his brain kept yelling at him, extolling him for his weakness and stupidity. He was kissing a little girl! A child. He didn’t even know her. But god, he wanted her much!

She lay atop him, held him tight, and kissed him back with just as much desire.

Zack finally broke off their kiss and pulled his face back, trying to look into Gia’s face. There was barely enough light to twinkle in her big eyes, glistening orbs that seemed to hang there, suspended above him. But the illusion was shattered by the small fingers that clutched the short hair at the back of his neck, and the feel of her little ass in the palm of his hand.

“Gia, you’re so…, I shouldn’t have… you’re too… but you’re so pretty… I’m sorry!” Zack started to lift the little girl away, appalled at his own behavior.

Her little-girl voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. "No! Sir, no!” She clutched at him with the strength of a tiger. She kissed him again. He lost his balance and they rolled in the soft grass. He was on top of her, bearing down on her small form. His jacket was their blanket. Her arms wound around his neck.

Somehow Zack’s hands found bare skin. His nostrils flared with the earthy, sexual smell of her. She held his lip between her teeth and her tongue, daring him to pull away again. He was too weak to leave, but not too weak to advance. He forced her mouth open. His hands ran across smooth skin, flat chest, tiny nipples… naked thighs. She arched her back under him when he touched her tiny sex. She mewled and Zack’s chest twisted again.

He managed to stop kissing her but only because he wanted to hear her tinkling voice again. “Gia,” he whispered into the darkness, “you should make me stop. I shouldn’t be…”

“Sir! No, please,” the little voice cried out.

“Say my name, please! I want to hear you say it.”

She paused. Zack’s heart nearly burst; waiting was torture. The clouds chose that exact, dramatic moment to part, revealing the full moon overhead. Moonlight burst forth, illuminating the little girl's ghostly, beautiful pallor. "Zack," she said, "oh, my Zack.”

“Oh, fuck,” Zack said without thinking. He couldn’t think. He could only swim in the sight of her as his name on her beautiful lips sent shivers to his core.

“If you insist, sir,” the gorgeous child said. Her dark lips formed a wicked smile on her pale face. The moonlight twinkled in her big eyes. Her fingers worked frantically at the buttons of his shirt.

Zack couldn’t remember unbuttoning his jeans or wriggling them down around his knees, along with his boxers. He couldn’t remember the rags of the little girl’s costume being tossed aside. But he couldn’t be bothered with such mysteries. There was a desperate need flowing out from the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. It enveloped him, drove him on, wiped out the objections of his rational mind before they could even be formed. There was no chance to question how or why such a young, sweet little girl could be so overflowing with lustful desire. There was only need, his and hers, a matched set.

She mewled in anticipation as he spread her thin legs open and forced her knees back. The sound made him crazy. He didn’t hesitate. He lowered his body. Her little hands grabbed his cock, fitted the head to her wet cunny. Electric shock tore through them both as her delicate lips stretched aside and enveloped the excited, throbbing flesh. His chest tried to explode. He barely waited for her to bring her arms out and clutch at his sides.

Zack thrust into Gia’s tiny, tight pussy. She started, grimaced, and arched as he tore through her hymen. She mewled again and he shivered. He pushed deeper. He forced her legs back further. Her bare little feet quivered. Every tendon tightened. Zack paused. She was so small, so young! “Are… are you okay?” he whispered.

Gia grabbed him tighter and pressed the side of her face into his broad, muscular chest. “Yes! Oh sir, yes!”

He trembled as he slowly withdrew his cock into the cold air until only the tip was nestled in her embrace. He was still uncertain. But Zack’s caution was no match for their combined desire. He thrust forward. The little girl’s loud gasp of pleasure was even more wonderful than her tinkling laugh. His body responded before his mind could catch up.

Zack fucked the quivering child fast and hard, slamming again and again into invisible barriers. His heart beat faster than it would in a rowing sprint. His chest burned from exertion. But nothing was going to stop him from fucking his gorgeous, tight lover.

“Yes, yes, sir, ah, yes!” little Gia cried out. She grunted with every thrust as the young man fucked deep inside her small body.

It didn’t take long. Gia began to shake. Her mewling and grunting became frantic. Orgasmic pleasure seemed to make her glow in the moonlight. “Now, now, please, sir, Zack, now!” she screamed.

Zack came. His cum gushed from his cock. Wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through his body. It amazed him. Better than he’d ever imagined. And his pretty lover’s pleading and mewling turned to tinkling laughter. She giggled with pure joy as she took his essence into her tight pussy. Soon, Zack was giggling right along with her.

They lay in each other’s arms in the grass. Giggling gave way to soft murmuring. Gia gently traced patterns on Zack’s broad chest. Zack kissed her forehead.

The moon went back behind a cloud.

Zack knew he was screwed. He was in love. He couldn’t help it. But she couldn’t love him back, she was just a child. So, he was screwed.

“I… I should probably help you find your mom,” he whispered.

Gia stiffened. “No, not yet! Please.”

“She’s probably worried.”

“No! Please, sir…, Zack. A little longer?”

Ah! The sound of his name in her sweet voice! He kissed her again. And she tilted her head up to kiss him back. And her little hand found its way between his legs in the dark. And he shivered, ready and hard.

Gia giggled and said, “Catch me first! Sir.”

Zack stumbled through the semi-darkness again, chasing the beautiful, sweet laughter. He laughed back. He couldn’t help it. She was such a joy. And when he caught up with her again…! The moon disappeared once more, but he’d found his cell phone in the grass. How did she find her way with no light?

He tripped. He fell headlong, banging one knee. He nearly lost the fucking cell phone again. For a second he lay there, winded. Why was he out of breath from a few minutes of running? He rolled over and banged his shoulder into something hard. Coming up, he saw by the light of his cell that it was a tombstone. He read the words carved into the cold, rough stone as a chill filled him from toe to head.

No. No, no, no, no, no! It isn’t possible. He read the words over and over. He let his fingers trace the carving. It had to be a mirage, a joke, a terrible mistake! But he’d seen how pale she was, the streaks of blood, the tattered dress. It wasn’t makeup. It wasn’t a costume. The speech wasn’t an act. No wonder she was standing there alone, confused, frightened.

Zack had fallen in love with a ghost.

The distraught young man understood that the little ghost had led him to her tombstone on purpose. It was the only way she could tell him what she really was. And now she was gone. Was he the first young man to fall desperately in love with her? The first to chase her around in this old cemetery on Halloween night? Were there others? How many? A few? Dozens? Oh god, had the little slut seduced some poor young man every Halloween for a hundred and thirty years?

No! It didn’t matter. Stop thinking such things. It only mattered that she wasn’t there, that she wasn’t real. That he couldn’t love her. Zack could barely breathe. His cell phone sputtered and went out, dead. He was cold. It was all he could do to get to his feet. He followed the sound of the city, stumbling along in his grief. The moon grew stronger, throwing sharper, sinister shadows.

His eyes blurred with tears. A ghost. She was only a…

“Sir? Zack?” The tiny, unsure voice came from the moon shadows. “You no longer wish to play, sir?”

Terror gripped Zack’s chest. “No! Stay away from me. You’re… you’re… You’re a ghost!”

“A ghost?” the little voice asked. “Truly, no, sir, I am not!” Gia stepped from the shadows.

“But your headstone! I saw it! ‘Taken too soon.’ So many years ago. And I… I really… so beautiful.”

Gia stepped closer. "Oh, sir! What has frightened you so terribly? It cannot be me, sir. How can you think it? There are no such things as ghosts. There are only foolish girls who like to dress up on the eve of All Hallows and play make-believe. It was all a jape, a pretense – until I lost my mother.” She was barely an arm’s length from the confused young man. “And then a lovely young sir came to rescue me.”

“But… but you’re so pale. And your speech is so…”

The smile that lit up Gia’s face twisted Zack’s chest yet again. “Oh Zack, you’re so silly! I’m not a ghost! I’m just me and… and I really like you and I liked…” Gia looked down, embarrassed, then looked back up and blinked her big green eyes at him. “I liked what we did.” She reached out and touched him and electricity flowed between them as the moon shone fully once again. “Let me prove I’m not a ghost, silly,” she whispered.

The young man was too undone to stop the little girl from unzipping his jeans. A moment later he was too excited to stop anything.

Gia’s delicate little fingers seemed to know just how to stroke Zack’s cock to overcome his grief and confusion. Her petite mouth had to stretch wide to let her lips slide over the end, and then even the chill of the night air couldn’t keep Zack from arousal. He moaned. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet as Gia bobbed her head and stroked her small hands along his impressive cock.

"Oh god, ah, Gia!" Zack moaned. One hand rested gently behind her head, the other wrapped one of her long red braids around his palm. "Where did you learn…? Yes. Oh, fuck!"

Gia pulled her lips from Zack's cock and craned her neck back to look up into his face. "That was the idea, silly!" In the next second, she was on her hands and knees in front of him, presenting her cute, round little ass to his shocked and adoring gaze. She looked over her shoulder, her face even paler in the bright moonlight; she coyly bit her lip. She arched her back and spread her knees wider in the soft grass, yet again sending Zack an unmistakable invitation.

Zack didn't hesitate. She was alive! He felt so stupid for thinking she was a ghost. But he wasn't so stupid he was going to pass up this opportunity. Down on his knees, he gripped Gia's hips, then shifted to one arm around her waist. She was so small, he nearly had to lift her off the ground, but nothing so trivial was going to stop him now. The gasp she let out when he slotted his cock into her entrance gave him that strange twisting feeling in his chest.

He hesitated. The little girl was so spontaneous and playful, and such a flirt! Suddenly, he wanted to tease her a little, maybe even torment her – show her he could play that game too. Zack swirled the big head of his cock around and around through the sensitive, wet lips of her pussy. He dragged it hard across her clit again and again.

"Ohh! Zack, please! Agh!" Gia mewled. She tried to thrust backward, to impale her tight cunt on his cock, proving that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But Zack was too strong, too determined. He withdrew completely. "Noooo! Zack, please! Put it back!”

But Zack was having too much fun turning the tables on his little lover. He let his big cock slide into the valley of the little girl’s butt, then reached forward to find one of her small nipples. Gia gasped and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but she had no chance. He tickled her flat chest and tiny nubbins with no mercy, hoping to hear that wonderful, tinkling little laugh again. First, she screamed, and then she burst forth with uncontrolled giggles. She collapsed forward, writhing and twisting in his arms as he held her up and continued to tickle her.

Tickling turned more intimate when he held Gia tighter and nibbled at her neck. His fingers found her wet little pussy and teased her clit, even as he tickled her throat and tortured her nipple. Her giggles became throaty gasps and pleas for mercy. Her small body writhed. She begged. He teased her more.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled her back up to her hands and knees. She was so small! Zack lifted, probed, found her entrance. And the next second he was deep inside her, fucking her fast and hard from behind as Gia moaned with intense relief. Orgasm swept over the young girl. Her pussy clutched even tighter at his thrusting cock.

Zack’s hands looked so big where they gripped Gia’s tiny waist. His cock looked huge as it plunged in and out of her tight cunny. He thrust on and on; he reveled in the way she trembled and moaned. She gasped his name, over and over and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. He wanted to fuck her forever. He wanted to be with her forever. He wanted to cum deep in her little body – forever!

He came, finally. The orgasmic pleasure raced through him and nearly exploded his chest. Then they collapsed, together, into the grass. Zack’s heart raced faster than after any race he’d ever rowed. How was this moment possible? How could it be so perfect? He didn’t care. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and pulled her tighter.

With his phone dead, Zack could only guess it was well after midnight. He hoped his mother wouldn’t be angry. Surely she’d excuse him when he explained about trying to find Gia’s mother.

Zack and Gia walked hand in hand up the street until they paused just off the porch in front of his house. Zack knelt on one knee to look into her moonlit face. His jacket enveloped her. The sleeves were rolled up to let him hold her tiny hand. She was so very pretty.

Up above, Zack’s twin brothers Bob and Cam, both wired on too much sugar, peered down from the dormer window of their bedroom.

“What’s he doing?” Bob whispered.

“I don’t know, but I think he’s saying something,” Sam whispered back. “Crack the window open so we can hear.”

With the window open, the words of the boy kneeling near the front porch were just audible to the twins.

“… don’t understand how this could happen. I shouldn’t have done what we…, but I couldn’t help myself. You're so beautiful and sweet and… And I love you!”

Cam and Bob looked to one another with confused, big eyes.

“Who’s he talking to?” they whispered at the same time.

The end, and Happy Halloween!

Please let me know what you thought of this Halloween story. If you include your contact information I'll try to respond. If the comment form doesn't work you can use the email link below. -Alvo

Email here: ediestud69@protonmail.com