Every 300 Years

The woods around the house had been 'strange' lately. The trees moved without reason. Objects that had an ordered place by the well were discovered the next day no longer by the well but on the edge of the pine forest. He had heard from his forefathers that strange things happened in these woods every 300 years, and this coming October, right on the thirty-first, Halloween, would be the 300th day.

He'd already gotten his mask to protect himself from spirits who wanted to enter his body and take it over. He'd made sure the mask covered his entire face. Any opening at all would allow the spirits to enter his body and take it over. He knew the rules for all hallows eve. He'd already placed talisman around his property to protect it from whatever lurked in the woods at night. He had no fear for his wife and daughter's safety. These spirits were only attracted to men. All he could do now was wait.

Time seemed to pass slowly. The dying sun crept behind the clouds like an old dog searching for his buried bones. Everyone he saw that day was wearing a mask for protection. No one wanted to be used by the spirits for anything. In some cases, he'd heard about, death happened if you were still possessed by morning.

Just as the moon passed by the sun on its way to bed, he arrived home. He rushed his horse into the barn and took off the saddle. His wife and child would already be in bed by now. He'd stayed out later then he'd planned searching for seeds for the up-coming season. He'd stopped by the old walker place on his way home and helped John with some repairs to his wagon in exchange for a few quarts of fresh goat milk. That was always a real treat come winter, when he could line the cup with snow and add salt and pepper to taste. He licked his lips just thinking about that winter-time-treat. It made his stomach tremble. He felt it was just like eating ice cream.

He patted the horse's nose with the palm of his hand; then he walked towards the barn doors as he yawned. It was long past his bedtime, and he was glad nothing seemed to be happening. All was still in the air around him. He started walking towards the house as he added up the bills, in his head that, he'd be making while getting ready for the summer harvest. He felt assured that they could handle them. A twig snapping in the distance intruded into his thoughts; his head jerked up.

What was that? He glanced towards the well. In the distance, he saw a pure white lady standing by the old well before it went dry. It had been torn completely down. In his youth, a new well was dug in a different location closer to the house. He never knew why. In her hands he saw the tools that were always left by the well. She'd been using the cup to get a drink of water. Who was she?

He started walking in her direction and she dropped the cup into the well. Now he knew how all the equipment got left by the pine forest. She started walking towards him. He couldn't help himself, his feet walked towards her as well. He glanced back at the house, but the house had vanished. He was alone in the woods. The white figure started to change. Reality seemed to be setting in. Where she was white color started to appear. Her hair changed from white to a long, long black. Her skin faded into a pale whitish color and her long, totally, white dress faded into a country girl's gown filled with holes, dirt and stains. It was his neighbor's wife from down the lane. She was possessed!

The talisman he'd placed around the house wasn't helping him and neither was his mask. The house he'd built no longer existed. The yard was gone. The barn was gone. His fields of corn and wheat were gone. Nothing existed except the well and the woman. Images flooded his mind. The days of long ago took possession of him. An argument stirred in his memory about house and family.

She came into his arms and he found himself kissing her. He owed her a child. The child they never had because of her tumble into the well and her death. She wanted to make a baby. His hands began undoing the buttons on her dress. His lips found her lips and filled them with warm hungry kisses.

"I love you, Simon," she whispered into his mouth as he kissed her. "I want your baby."

They weren't married he realized as he backed her up into a tree. They'd also been neighbors who'd fallen in love and were forbidden to marry because of religious backgrounds. They backed towards the well. He felt his pants slipping down his legs. Easily he walked out of them and helped her climb on the edge of the well so that she was seated.

He tried to resist the urge to fuck her, but his cock was already hard as a staff. She opened her legs to him waiting for him to sink inside her and make a baby. He didn't wanna do this. He didn't wanna....

His mouth slipped down to her neck and kissed the outline of her breasts, and he undid her top and forced her already hard nipples into his mouth. God, she tasted good! He pulled her forward and slipped inside her as she dangled over the edge of the well with her arms wrapped around his neck.

He began to pump inside her. Her little pussy sucked him in tighter and tighter. God, she was a great fuck! He wanted to cum already. He tried to control himself. Memories of the original fuck entered into his mind. He heard her moans of desire.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He opened his eyes and gazed into the eyes of his neighbor. He knew he had cum and she had cum. He didn't know what to do. She looked at him in the same way he was looking at her. He got up and fixed his clothing. She stood and fixed her clothing. They looked at each other in confusion. She ran away into the woods without saying a word.

"Wait," he'd yelled after her. He felt just as confused as she did.

He went into the house. He'd just fucked his neighbor's wife and had no idea why he'd done that. This wasn't good. His wife would never understand. What if his neighbor told her husband? He decided to wait and see what happened. It was better not to make a big deal out of it. As long as nothing more happened they could just ignore it, he hoped.

Days changed into weeks and weeks changed into months and he heard nothing from his neighbor, John, or his wife. He started to think the whole thing was just some sick dream he'd had and tired to forget it.

He had to make another trip into town to pick up the seeds he'd ordered. Perhaps, he's stop by the Walker's place and see how that wagon was holding up, on his way back home that evening. He could check on Mrs. Walker while he was there. Perhaps apologize for the incident.

He loaded up the wagon and began his trip towards the city. The day was beautiful and already the flowers along the trail were appearing. He smiled as he passed by the Walker's place. John was outside helping his wife hang out the laundry. He slowed down. Why not ask now since he saw them outside. It was odd to see John helping with chores.

"Howdy, John," he called out and waved his hand in his direction. John waved back and ran down the driveway towards him.

"Howdy, stranger," yelled John. "Did yea know my little Mrs's is with child!"

"What?" he felt as if he were going to throw-up. That just couldn't be real. They'd only had sex just the one time. And he wasn't positive of that. Perhaps, it had all been a bad dream. He knew that John couldn't produce kids, or that's what they told him anyway. So, he couldn't have made that baby.

"Yeppers, the doc said we couldn't have any and wham bam she turned up loaded with a child!"

He glanced toward Nelly and Nelly glanced back at him. That was his child. It had to have been made the day they'd fucked on the well. The white woman, from days long ago, must have fallen in and drown. She'd wanted that baby so much. She must have stayed around to make sure it was produced. They'd broken the curse, but now they'd created a new one.

As John continued to talk to him he felt his own cock growing stiff. The memory of her tight little pussy filled his mind with desire. He shifted in the seat and threw a blanket over his lap. He was so embarrassed. She was a better fuck then his wife. Was he going to go mad with desire every time he saw her? She moved away from the clothes line and into the house. He felt his feet rising and knew he wanted to follow her and fuck her brains out. He swallowed hard and found his mind racing with ways he could get between her legs again.