Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

He’s clearly strong as fuck, with biceps the size of a small tree trunk. But the biggest part of him isn’t his arms. It’s his cock.

His engorged gourdhood’s orange surface is slicked with froth, like a whipped topping on a pumpkin spice latte.

uncircumcised seedhole.

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

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

Pressing two fingers into my opening, he scoops like he’s expertly deseeding me.

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

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.

“Mmm, looks like you like the way I touch your jelly bean.”

I do want this, and it’s not just because he’s made me hornier than a deviled egg.

I love the feel of us, the way his candy coating glues our skin together as we cling to each other.

My eyes refuse to blink as the ribbed candy cock sheaths itself into my bubbling cauldron.

It’s so heavy, like someone shoved a to-go bag in my snatch filled with a combo meal and a large drink.

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