Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

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

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.

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.”

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

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.

“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.”

More and more spills out as he rests inside of me. It’s so heavy, like someone shoved a to-go bag in my snatch filled with a combo meal and a large drink.