“Dreaded Mav of the Pumpkin night hear my plea and come before my sight” I said those words, facing a mirror. And that’s when she appears. Horrifying yet beautiful figure of a naked woman. She slowly approached paralyzing me. Then her cold lips touched mine. While her tongue wrestles with mine, her hand guides my erect dick to her pussy. The moment I’m inside her pussy, it felt as if I found eternal bliss. With every thru...

After my husband died, I thought I'd never find love again. I did eventually–from his brother. Our shared grief turned into mutual comfort, fondness… then… lust. The sex fills me with shame, but I can’t stop. Yesterday evening, I had to sit on his lap during a hayride, and he… toyed with me. Even with family nearby. I’m afraid my sixteen-year-old might have seen. “What was Uncle Dave doing with his hand yesterday?” Vaness...

She scratched my back with her long sexy nails that she had painted black. It really hadn’t sunk-in What she wanted to do with that pumpkin. Did I mention my wife’s a witch? Not a bitch, a real-life witch. I cheated on her last year When she found out she said, “You will pay my dear”. A year went by, and I figured, I had nothing to fear, the coast was clear! Never once thought she would shove a pumpkin…in my rear.

Carved into a massive pumpkin, glowed the outline of a half-naked woman; a portrait of Miss Candy, the mistress of the house. The jack-o’-latern glowed as I rang the doorbell under the “Adults Only” sign. She answered with silk and lace, cleavage and hips exposed. “Trick or Treat?” My voice trembled. As she gazed up into my eyes, Miss Candy unzipped my pants, seized my hard cock, and paused. “Treat?” She purred, waiting....

Within the ethereal shadows of All Hallows' Eve, their bodies intertwined with an intoxicating, all-consuming rhythm. His lips, a cauldron of desire, met hers in a spellbinding kiss. The flickering candlelight revealed the sultry curves of her costume, each touch unraveling layers of inhibition. Her Pumpkin-scented seduction lingered in the air, as the garden witnessed a symphony of whispered cravings. Beneath the moon's...

"Your pumpkin spiced latte," I say, tapping the shoulder of the woman I'm serving. She turns, her dark eyes catch mine. I try to look away, but I can't move. I try to speak, but can only whimper. A veil falls and I'm somewhere else. A dark room, the air rich with unfamiliar scents, shadows dancing by candlelight. And the woman, looming over me, her eyes like midnight pools. She smiles and I'm enchanted. I want this. Her l...

After Cora's bedtime story with her eight-year-old daughter about the pumpkin-headed monster, she went back to her room. She lay in her bed and tried to sleep. From the balcony, a pumpkin-headed man entered and slowly crept to her bed then took off her garments. Cora felt dreaming as she opened her eyes and saw him. The lonely days without her husband made her titillated. So, she let him ravish her body. He ate her. The p...

The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on. The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock. The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, mul...

"Trick or treat," I say after she opened the door. A devilish smile spreads across her face; she pulls me inside. She drops to her knees as I unzip my pants. Greedily, she takes my erect shaft into her mouth, unbuttoning her shirt. I feel my head penetrate her throat. Her gulps and gags are the only sounds heard in the house. She removes her shirt. Her breasts adorned by mischieveous jack-o-lanterns painted on them. "Spra...