Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

If I were in charge of story time, everyone would be sharing adventures with masked men who give out hand necklaces and call you Princess. Unfortunately, I’m not, so it’s a night of fright and chills.

Maybe it’s the full moon, but something feels different about this Halloween. It’s like the air is crisper, everything is more pronounced. The clouds look like they’re waiting for a witch to fly along their foggy wisps. The leaves sound crunchier underfoot.

“Oh shit,” the person sitting to the right of Claudia lets out a low whistle. “I remember hearing about a girl that went missing out that way.”

“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,” Chris carries on in a deep and menacing tone.

We sit in silence yet again, her pondering what I said, and me wondering what an appropriate time frame for leaving is when you’re consoling a stranger. I’ll just say I need to go to the bathroom or something.

lol

“Yes, you would be perfect for this! It’s such a brilliant idea! Oh my gods, thank you so much for coming up with this plan!” Tears of gratitude and relief shimmer down her flushed cheeks as we hurry through the hallway.

Didn't you just claw someones face for saying it twice in feont of you not 5 minutes ago and now this girl is here and she's the perfect one to help you?!

Little birds hide beneath the occasional leaf, and I always thought they were being respectful of my privacy as I peed.

Oh, my gourd,

🤣

His engorged gourdhood’s orange surface is slicked with froth, like a whipped topping on a pumpkin spice latte. Inch by inch, I stare in awe at his immeasurable length that dangles in front of me. The fluted base curves away from his body, jutting out like a butternut squash. Under a layer of pumpkin foreskin I can see the tip of the stem wanting to poke out.

uncircumcised seedhole.

ABSOLUTELY WILD

Somehow, what I thought was a trick is turning into a treat.

I’m acutely aware of how close three veggiehoods are to my body.

But, I’m currently in a Hallowpeen sandwich, all I can think about is how close their pumpkins are to my pie.

STOOOOP

“Are you saying I’m nothing but a shell of a man?” The gentle hands wiping my tears drop down to my neck, tightening only a hint around my throat. “Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”

oh my

"Alright, Pumpkin, I'll do my best to be more gentle. It's not something that comes naturally to me, but I'll make an effort for you. I still plan to rearrange your guts, though."

I need to figure out exactly what being here means for me, and it’s clear their only plan is to fill me like a glass of pumpkin juice.

But all I want to do is get back in the middle of their pumpkin patch and have them plow my field deep into the night.

“Let’s take her inside and show our new guest how we peen in Peentown.”

Long, and thick, it looks like something straight out of a garden patch. All natural and homegrown, the bright orange surface shines in the firelight. But what I didn’t see before are the greenish veins, pulsing and filling his cock as his arousal grows. Meaty and vine-like, they rise from his shaft, ribbing the entirety of his surface. The hint of a stem pokes from his foreskin the more engorged he becomes. It looks like a clawed hook, beckoning me to sink down and let the grooved edge lock into me. At the very tip runs a frothy whip that sends tingles to my tongue as I long to lick it off like he’s a stick of candy.

“You look like you want to be that candy, Asha. Do you want us to devour you like the treat you are?” Gordy’s voice is a low purr against my neck as he nuzzles against me, brushing my hair to the side so he can burn kisses along my goose pimpled flesh. My hum of need is met with six hands unwrapping me like a Halloween sweet.

“Hey, Jax. I don’t mean to interrupt the trick-or-treater-pumpkin-eater experience, but I think our girl is ready.”

My only answer to him is the wet smacking of my lips as I suction around his butternut balls. Plump like acorns, my tongue lazily rolls them around my mouth.

I’ve always been a coffee girl, but being tea-bagged like this is more electrifying than any seasonal latte.

“Please,” I continue to beg, “Claim me like a ghost takes hold of a haunted house.”

Perched over Jax's pumpkin pleasure pole, my pussy drips, coating the tip like butter so my body can be stuffed like a turkey. He strums my clit with that strange stem poking up from him.

MA'AM

An explosion of frothy sweetness, hints of nutmeg and cinnamon mixed with toasted pumpkin, pours from his cock as I’m filled with his pumpkin seed. Literally, I realize. As I drink down every drop, I notice that his cum is made of pumpkin seeds the size of mini chocolate chips. They are easy to swallow down by the mouthful, thanks to the pool of spiced milk, like a pumpkin latte, that they swim in.

this is fucking WILD

“You ready to take this load? I’m gonna pump my seed up in your guts so fucking hard you’ll swear you were born a pumpkin, too.”

Fuck me, his filthy words have me dribbling on Jax’s balls so hard it’s like I’m trying out for the basketball team.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I crave feeling Jax fill my pie with his pumpkin spice.

My mouth waters at the sight of his candyhood, the tip of his jawbreaker popping free right as ManCandy drops his skirt. He’s rock hard for me, literally because his cock is made of crystalized sugar. He strokes his hot pink sugar stick as he climbs back onto the bed. The way the edges jut out in every direction like a geode has me anticipating the way he's about to excavate my cave.

that sounds like it would hurt

I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. My eyes refuse to blink as the ribbed candy cock sheaths itself into my bubbling cauldron. Like melted chocolate pouring into a mold, he fills me so completely that I wonder if this is an act of fate.

He feels so good, the only cavity he’s guilty of is the one he’s thrusting his cock into.

He reaches under his plastic skirt, and with a quick, fluid motion he rips his condom off his rigid form. A latex pop fills the air as a gigantic bag of gummy bears comes out, neatly packaged in his wrapper.

I savor my monster’s cummy gummy while he pulls me back upright and holds me close to him.

Oh. My. Gourd.

Because I’m not quite sure I want to eat candy cum.”

Asha leaves the sweets behind too, both of us wary after seeing ManCandy rip off his condom and feed his sweet release to Kaysie.

“I have a feeling she’s stocking up on pre-paid credits for us now.”

lol...NO WHY IS THIS THE END OF THE STORY?!?!?

Enjoy this Quickie from Holly Wilde about a second chance romance between a sentient nose and the face he belongs to.

WHAT?!

When you don’t let anyone in, no one can hurt you. But what happens when an ice cube thaws your frozen heart?

AN ICE CUBE?!?!