Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

“My eyes are up here, Boo.”

“Don’t you ever say that you belong to another, or I’ll show you just how thoroughly you belong to us.”

But what really catches my attention are my men. Towering over the room, their massive forms dominate the space. From each of them hangs one of the largest peens I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, swaying gently as they prepare a makeshift bed for us.

“That’s it babe,” Hal says, pulling Jax’s face even deeper into my need, “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.”

Reaching over to Gordy, my fingertips tingle with delight as I touch his pumpkinhood for the first time.

“It looks like you’re ready for a taste, your mouth’s watering for some dick almost as much as your sopping cunt.” he roars. ​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.

“Tell me you want this, Boo. Beg me for this Hallowpeen.”

“I didn’t even know I needed this, but now that you’re here, the thought of being pleasured by pumpkins is all I can think about. Please, I’m aching for your Hallowpeen.”

Both hands gripping the sides of my face, he plummets his pumpkin pecker harder and faster, chasing that wave until the moment finally arrives. 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.

Three of us are practically punishing each other as we fuck. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I crave feeling Jax fill my pie with his pumpkin spice.

The ground shakes beneath us as we explode together, Hal plowing Jax, Jax sowing me, and Gordy holding me up as I quiver.

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.