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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.
My eyes bounce around in my head like basketballs traveling down the court, and I don’t know who to look at, or where to stare. From head to toe, these men are raw muscle.
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. “My eyes are up here, Boo.”
“Are you hurt, Pumpkin?”
“Don’t you ever say that you belong to another, or I’ll show you just how thoroughly you belong to us.”
“Do you really want to go back, Pumpkin?”
“I hate seeing you cry, Boo.”
“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”
"Alright, Pumpkin, I'll do my best to be more gentle.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, Boo."
"I'd hit that anytime, anyplace, Boo,"
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. "You're so beautiful when you blush. Pink is a good color on you," Hal says,
Three hard bodies and three even harder cocks giving all of their attention to me is tough to turn down.
“Oh, Pumpkin. I’m gonna eat you as part of the seduction.”
“Not a chance, Gourd-ous,”
“You look like you want to be that candy, Asha. Do you want us to devour you like the treat you are?”
“Eat our girl like she’s your last meal. I’m not gonna let you come up for air until she’s come all over your pretty, pumpkin face.”
“You like watching them play, don’t you, Boo?”
But hands down, being poised between two pumpkin partners, with a third watching the festivities, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever been privy to.
“Tell me you want this, Boo.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.”
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.
It’s a tangle of tongues and limbs as we lick, kiss, and fuck each other into the sweetest oblivion.