As I entered the room, I only had one thought on my mind
“I need to fuck this pumpkin.”
Stretched out on a bed of straw, was my lover. Jack was his name, and from the moment I met him, I knew he was the one for me. A 6-foot-five sexy stud of a gourd with hunger in his eyes, He only wanted one thing in life. His face, while carved in a devilish grin, conveyed lust like I had never seen before. However, my attention had been drawn to something a bit… say, further down. This veggie was packing, with two voluptuous fruits underneath a 9-inch squash with juuust the right amount of curve in the middle. It was lengthy, but that’s not to say that it lacked in girth. All I needed in that moment was to have that inside me. It was no trick and all treat. I was so fucking erect just looking at it.
He gestured to me, and I hastily waltzed over. I sat down in his lap, using his fifth appendage as a bench. He lifted me up higher as the tension filled the room. My god, it was warm. I could feel it throbbing as it rose underneath me. Finally, he got on his knees, forcing me off his member.
“Happy Halloween.”
The moment I longed for finally came. He lubed himself up with pumpkin butter, and pushed his way into my hole. At first it hurt, but practice sessions and previous years had prepared me for this. My asshole had been stretched to its utmost limit, and was perfectly shaped for the veggie cock to slide right in. I came instantly, of course. Feeling him pound my nut button was too much, even after all that practice. However, he continued. The ridges in his squash gouged out my fleshy insides. I felt the webbing near the base slide in and out with every thrust. He leaned in, and seductively whispered into my ear:
“You want a pumpkin-creampie?”
It was too much. I painted the strawbed white yet again, mixing my fluids with droplets of pumpkin butter that had managed to be tossed from the storm of love. I could feel him getting close to finishing as well.
Here’s the thing about pumpkins. They have seeds, and goop, and when one decides it’s the alpha in the relationship, you better believe that you’re going to be getting some of that stuff pumped into your body. Jack tossed his head back and let out a powerful roar, flooding my anal cavity with his seed. As he removed his member from my hole with an audible moist pop, seed after seed slid toward the exit in a stream of orange slime. He took a finger and slid it up my ass, pulling out a large buildup and inserting it into my mouth. The taste of fall. I gulped it all down with tears of joy streaming down my face. His pumpkin spunk was full of pumpkin gunk, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Jack, purpose fulfilled, reverted back to his natural form as a pile of pumpkins, awaiting the cold winds of fall that would come in another year’s time.
As for me, I laid there twitching with pleasure for the rest of the afternoon. As the sun began to set, I came to my senses and pushed out the remaining seeds. I couldn’t just let them go to waste, so I gathered them all and took them home to be roasted. Pumpkin carving is never complete until you roast the seeds afterwards. The fact that the pumpkin was carving you out shouldn’t matter. What can I say? I like quality seeds, and my neighbors have always enjoyed my “special” recipe.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dkp968/pumpkin_seed