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....
From my vantage point on the table, I watched her enter the room and drape herself over the couch. Spreading her thighs revealed her glistening, shaved pussy and the ruby gleam of a butt plug. My eyes widened as she inserted a vibrator into her silky wetness, pushed a button, and allowed the vibrations to carry her from climax to climax. Her final orgasm sent juices spurting, and she collapsed off the couch, bumping the t...
Halloween. We're wearing half-assed costumes. I'm SEX OFFENDER BATMAN. I have only the mask, with a sleazy trench coat. You're GUIDANCE COUNSELOR WONDER WOMAN; you have the tiara, bracelets and red boots, paired with a pencil skirt. We go to a Pumpkin Patch scare maze out in the county before hitting the party. Some dickhead Wolfman leaps out of the corn. I leap into action! BIFF! SOCK! POW! OOF! "Oh, fuck, sorry," I say....
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...
A woman emerged from the darkness, a pumpkin in her hand. “You're now eighteen. Fuck my pumpkin, but don’t cum. I want your seed inside me” Taking out my cock, I slammed that pumpkin's mouth. About to cum, she pulled the pumpkin away. "On your back, give me your seed." Her pussy plunged down my cock, all too soon my seed filled her up. She moved above my face, and I was told to open my mouth. A pumpkin shake taste spilled...
"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...
It's late morning. The early autumn sunshine is pouring in through my bedroom window. My sheets are flung back. I'm stroking my cock. It's big. Thick. Throbbing. I love the way it feels, slithering in my left hand. Oh, Maria. I'm moaning your name as my male excitement builds. Yes, Maria. Yes, yes, yes ... Pumping my dick up and down, up and down, up and down, fucking my hand for you, wishing you were there to see what yo...
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...
"What were you doing up there?" Jane asked over the phone, very suggestively. It really caught me off guard because I know I kept things very quiet when I went upstairs in Jane's townhouse that weekend. I know I kept the sheets on her guest bed clean. I didn't leave a drop of cum or baby oil on your sheets, Jane, Scout's Honor! I had a towel under my ass to make sure there were no stains. The sound on my laptop was all th...
A strip of leather, with a tassel at either end, each made of about two-dozen eight-inch long leather strips bound with cord. I'd removed it from a bag I'd bought in a charity shop, because I don't like fussy detail on things. It lay on my sewing table waiting for an alternative use. It wasn't long before it had one. Idly, I picked it up, holding it between the two tassels, and slapped my inner arm. A pleasing sting. Not...
The dark room flickered with light from the computer screen. I stripped from the waist down, just like she told me to do. She started with my feet, gliding her smooth fingers along my arches. Her hands gripped my ankles and squeezed. I met her eyes, smiled, and she smiled back as she lubed up the wand. “Hold still.” An uneven exhale escaped my lips as a snail’s trail of warm lube slid up my calf, in the shallow behind my...
Megan lay on her front, legs spread, as her FWB Scott fucked her from behind. Her phone buzzed. "Hey, Babe. What's up?" "Not much. Just calling." "Checking on me?" "No. We covered that in counseling." "Anyway, I saw someone who looked a lot like you with Scott at Starbucks when I was out." "How funny…but I've been home since…uhaaaahh…" Scott leaned down, whispered in her ear, and then gave several deep thrusts. "...droppi...
