Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

Oh, my gourd, the carved pumpkins lining the stairs have come to life!

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.

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

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

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.

Though he might resemble an oversized pumpkin, I suspect there are no GMOs here, just pure, organic power packed with devilish delights.

If dowsing for water worked with those things, their cocks would be pointing straight at me, given how soaked I am right now.

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

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.

I know what I ought to want, and it isn’t hallowpeen. I came here to find another person, and I should be begging to get back home. But what I found instead was the chance to have the ultimate pumpkin spice experience, three horny and attentive men of legend who only want me.

Holding me and thrusting into me, I relax to the way these gourds invade my garden.

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.

I’m no stranger to orgasms, I even have toys that would make a porn star blush, but what these three jack-o’-lanterns do to me is the stuff of legend.

“Mmm, looks like you like the way I touch your jelly bean.” I don’t know how I feel about my clit being referred to as a jelly bean, but I don’t have much time to ponder because he deftly reaches between my thighs and rips a giant hole in the crotch of my fishnets, slips my undies to the side, and presses the toy directly on my aching mound. The

He’s going to rot way more than my teeth if he keeps this up. 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.

I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. My eyes refuse to blink as the ribbed candy cock sheaths itself into my bubbling cauldron. Like melted chocolate pouring into a mold, he fills me so completely that I wonder if this is an act of fate.

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.