Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,”

I guess time can play tricks on you when you're about to summon a demon.

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.

“My eyes are up here, Boo.”

My cheeks redden even deeper as I pull my stare from his uncircumcised seedhole.

Shaking off the sudden rush of lust coating my panties,

Fuck, it is going to be hard to focus on finding her when I have a massive pumpkin pecker pushing up against me.

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

My mouth dries out as all the moisture in my body floods between my thighs.

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

At the stroke of midnight, if there is a single piece of candy left in the dish, ManCandy comes to give you a tricky-treat of his own

“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”

I don't think the ache between my thighs could affect the weather, but I swear the humidity just increased, making the night air feel moist as fuck right now.

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.

Three hard bodies and three even harder cocks giving all of their attention to me is tough to turn down.

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

I don’t think I can wait much longer until I’m buried in that sweet cunt of yours.”

“Not a chance, Gourd-ous,”

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

“Claim me like a ghost takes hold of a haunted house.”

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.”

I don’t know what kind of treat he has in store, but I’m starting to be open to the idea of cuddling with this candy cutie.

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

It’s just me, my torn fishnets, and candied rope, laid bare before my sugar daddy.

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.

right now my kitty is practically drooling while ManCandy wraps his morsel.

I’m ready to turn over my soul and let his saccharine ways corrupt me inside and out if it means that I can enjoy his candy caress tonight.

“So fucking wet for me.”

Whoever said candy is bad for the body clearly never hooked up with a candy monster. He feels so good, the only cavity he’s guilty of is the one he’s thrusting his cock into.

Luckily for me, my candy monster’s dick RSVP’s yes, his rock hard cock starting the party in my pussy once more.

His features are pinched like he’s trying to solve a difficult problem, but the only problem here is that we are both about to come.

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.