The Original Pumpkin Spice Latte

*** HALLOWEEN 2026 ***

*** This is my first attempt at a contest on Lit... hope you enjoy reading it ***

I'm the kind of girl that wastes a bit of her time in old bookshops and witchcraft shops. Not that I'm utterly convinced by all the things I see and read about witchcraft, but I feel attracted to the idea. And about a month ago I came upon a book that caught my eye (it had a lovely leathery cover) and my attention (all sorts of witch recipes). I bought it and brought it home. That's only when I got to read it in more details that I found a recipe presented as the original Pumpkin Spice Latte, not the one distributed in some Coffee chains around the world, but a powerful drink meant to help witches develop their powers, only to be drunk on the Witching Hour (midnight during Halloween eve), and necessitating a very special ingredient : the semen of a prisoner.

I let you imagine how that turned me on and how quickly I built a scenario in my head. And I could not prevent myself from discussing the potential scenarios with my two best friends with benefits, namely Camille and Zoe. Camille is a long time friend, who introduced me to the pleasures of lesbian sex, she's tall and pulpous, while Zoe is a more recent friend who was my sports trainer at the gym, and more like me, she is petite, slender but definitely more sporty than I am, and she has a chest I'm dying for. We share many things, and I have already shared my boyfriend Tom with Camille (and gosh, that was a lot of fun and pleasure for the three of us). Zoe has not yet met Tom though. As for Tom, well, he is part of our group of common friends with Camille, and one day he was all broken physically after a bike accident, I took advantage of him and broke him psychologically and made him discover new less manly ways of having wild sex. But basically, the two of us are switch, we enjoy, in turns, taking control of the other's pleasure.

Coming back to our girls night out with Camille and Zoe, I spilled it all. I wanted to try this original recipe and the upcoming Halloween was the perfect opportunity. I was not surprised at all that both Camille and Zoe were fond of the idea and joined in. Both are into esoteric stuff, new experiences, and Camille wants to play once again with Tom while Zoe, having heard all I said about him, really wanted to get to know him. We agreed that we would not inform Tom of our plan, we'd organize a girls night out on Halloween - I knew Tom was not fond of these festivities and would have a stay at home night, and to be honest I am not fond of Halloween either, but this year I'd make an exception, we'd meet at Zoe's place which is five minutes away from Tom's place and we'd take this from there.

Halloween night at last. We've kept exchanging messages with the girls on how to organize things, what to wear, what to bring and so on. It kept our minds very busy on our particular plan. When I arrive at Zoe's, Cam is already there. As most witches would tell you, if you could recognize them and thus question them, a witch doesn't dress as a witch, she is a witch. You don't appear a witch, you are a witch. Even more on Halloween Eve. So our disguises had nothing to do with the stereotypical black gown and pointy hat. Camille had opted for a cop attire, a very sexy cop, with an amazing cleavage, her blond hair in a bun under her kepi, handcuffs and baton attached to her belt. Zoe was the devil incarnated - evil horns in her black hair, red lace top that did nothing hide the fact she did not have a bra, a very short red skirt that let a devil's tail protrude behind her. As for me, I was a slutty nurse in a short nurse blouse, cleavage even though I had not much to display there, fishnet stockings and garter. I even, for once, wore heels (but not very high ones, I'm not used to them).

We gather all we need in a large handbag and soon find our way to Tom's house. On the way, we have fun seeing young dads accompanying their children for door to door trick or treat as they ogle us. We line up in front of Tom's door and ring the bell. It takes him a minute or so to reach the door and he opens it. He is wearing a t shirt and jeans and holding a plastic pumpkin full of candies, ready to offer them to children. When he sees and recognizes us through our disguises, he is more than surprised. Camille, the cop, steps forward before he has a chance to speak :

"Sir, search on seizure, on suspicion of possession of illegal candies... please step back inside and let us in..."

She firmly pushes him back inside and we follow her. I lock the door and unplug the door bell so that we will not be disturbed. Poor Tom is taken aback by the tone Camille is using with him, our disguises, this new face he seems to recognize in Zoe but apparently can not situate, and the overall sexiness of our attitudes. Camille grabs his elbow and pushes him towards the middle of his living room. He has been watching TV before we arrived and I switch it off, we do not need that distraction, and I dim some of the lights, we do not need that much brightness.

"Sir, we have been informed that you hold illegal candies in here, will you turn round with your hands in your back! "

Tom obediently turns around and offers his wrists in his back so that Camille can place her handcuffs on him. I see him wince at the cold metal tightening on his flesh. She turns around to us with the biggest grin of satisfaction (and evil) I have ever seen on her face :

"I will let my devil colleague take care of the body search!"

Zoe steps forward on cue and walks towards Tom. As she starts searching him through his clothes. She seems a bit set off

"I think I have already seen that man... I'm pretty sure he was a patient of mine in physiotherapy..."

Camille and I look at each other bewildered. That was not part of the plan. So Zoe has taken care of Tom after his accident. We knew she was a sports trainer and physiotherapist, but it never crossed my mind she could have been in contact with Tom. And even when I mentioned my friend Zoe to Tom, he never made the link between my sports trainer and his physiotherapist. Well, that promises to be even more fun, then. With an evil grin, Zoe continues

"but to be sure, I have to verify some details..."

and she literally tears Tom's t shirt to expose his chest. She lets her fingers graze on his hairless chest (did I mention I love that his chest is bare, just as much as further down?)

"mmmm, that seems to confirm what I suspected... let me check further..."

Both Cam and I are dumbstruck, Zoe is in her character, in the part that she has been assigned, but pushing it further than expected, using this unexpected incident when she could be uncomfortable in such a situation with a man that used to be her patient. I guess she had at some point fantasized about him. She kneels in front of Tom and starts unfastening his trousers and pulling them down to his ankles. Tom obediently lifts one foot after the other to help her pull the pants away from his ankles. Camille examines his legs, letting her fingers trail along his calves, then his thighs. Still on her knees, our little devil looks up to meet Tom's eyes :

"I confirm this is the suspect... and oh... that's a mighty sugar cane that you are hiding here..."

She points at Tom's shorts. He has an impressive bulge in them and there is nothing he can do to hide it with his hands cuffed in his back. Zoe traces the outline with the tip of her finger

"That seems to be pretty hard sugar..."

She hooks her fingers on the elastic band and pulls down Tom's shorts. Her jaw drops. She can see I have not been exaggerating on his cock (yes, girls talk about their boyfriend's cock on girls nights out). Just the right length, girthy, veiny, circumcised with a magnificent red hot mushroom head. All three of us are entranced by the scene. Tom is letting us take control, and in particular that little devil dressed girl that has been his physiotherapist. Maybe he too has had fantasies about her and he did not mention it to me from fear of jealousy.

Zoe wraps her fingers around Tom's cock, she is in awe, and I can see lust in her eyes. Both Camille and I are clearly wetting our panties. Well, not Camille, since she rarely wears any. But my black lace thong matching my garter belt is already drenched. Moreover, as I watch Zoe kneeling in front of my boyfriend, something odd catches my eye. Her skirt has risen a bit and exposes her bum, and it is clear that the devil tail is not attached to the skirt, but comes out between her bum-cheeks - the little devil is wearing a devil tail butt plug. Oh my, that is even hotter, little minx.

As Zoe starts stroking Tom, Camille and I nearly forget our mission. I grab our large handbag and search it to extract the glass container we want to use to collect my boyfriend's semen for our little experiment. Both Camille and I join Zoe and kneel, one on each side of Tom. Sure he is under our control, but he has three vixens kneeling in front of him and he seems quite happy about it. And clearly, Zoe's massage on his manhood is giving his shivers of pleasure. And good lover that he is, since I have promised I would stop by his place the day after Halloween, he has kept himself from masturbating in the past few days, so that I can enjoy more of him.

Zoe uses her hands to cup Tom's balls and he loses it at that point. He starts shaking uncontrollably, his cock oozing precum. Camille brings the glass jar close to his cock, ready to catch his spurts of cum. And she does it skillfully. I can see a bit of disappointment in Zoe's eyes as none is wasted and all of it goes into the jar. Still, after Camille removes the jar to a secure place, Zoe wraps her shiny red lips around Tom's cock, he is oversensitive from his first orgasm and moans desperately as she sucks the last drop of his cum. She then goes back up on her feet and bows to him slightly

"That will be all for my body search, but I'll let the nurse do her job..."

She steps back and indicates me to take her place. I slide on my knees in front of Tom. In the corner of my eyes, I see Cam and Zoe getting close to each other. Camille tugs on Zoe's tail and she whimpers. So I was right and Cam has seen it too. Those two will be having fun while it was my turn to play with Tom.

"So, Mr T, I am going to have to inspect a little deeper..."

I look up at him, he knows where I am heading to, and the thought of it makes his cock jerk. Even though he has just cum and given us some of his precious liquid, I can see his manhood regaining some volume and rigidity. Pulling out a small phial out of my blouse, I let him see me pour some lube on my fingers.

"Sir, part your feet and spread your legs for deeper inspection, please"

He grins and obeys. It is amazing how he can regain hardness from simple words and expectations. I can hear the girls next to us. Zoe keeps whimpering and I can only imagine that Camille is playing with her butt-plug tail. Tom can see their little game and that obviously helps him getting harder. He is as naughty minded as I expected - I have never tested him with lesbian sex in front of his eyes - good to know.

I direct my fingers coated with lube between his thighs and towards his bum crack. He is used to me doing this and lets my fingers explore, find his tight hole and massage it to help the muscles relax. My finger penetrates him slowly and he moans in anticipation. I made him discover that delightful sensation of a finger massaging his prostate. The moment my finger gets in contact with his p-spot, he groans deeply and his cock twitches in front of my eyes. I can't help but take his cock-head between my lips and taste his already oozing precum. I hear Camille

"Hey, Nurse Cass, you're not meant to drink him... you know the deal..."

I release Tom's cock from my lips, reluctantly. Slowly I massage his insides. He can't stop moaning. That turns me on so much. And hearing the two girls fooling around behind me. I sense that Tom is already loosing it and I have to break the girls spell and call out

"Girls... jar!"

Both of them react immediately and jump to attention, bringing the jar. I keep massaging inside Tom and he whimpers; his cock jerks one more time and starts flowing his white cum. Zoe is holding the jar and letting the hot creamy stuff pour inside it. Tom's groaning is intense and so arousing. We are all three so in awe at the scene that we do not notice that Tom is losing his stability. Camille is prompt and strong enough though to catch him before he falls on his knees, and Zoe fast enough to grab the jar and pull it away from any risk of tilting and spilling its precious content.

I pull out my finger, stand in from of him and kiss him tenderly on the lips

"My handsome, you are doing great, but we need more of your candy's sugar..."

With Zoe's help, we help him get on his knees and unlock his cuffs. He is barely recovering his breathing, rubbing his red marked wrists. He is too absorbed in recovering and doesn't see Camille getting ready for the next step. She has her strap-on from our large handbag and is already fitting it around her hips. Last time she took Tom's ass, she had a feldoe, but this time, it is a strap-on, slightly girthier, more veiny. Tom has not seen her when she walks around and kneels behind him. Zoe and I help him get on his hands and knees. Camille takes some lube and wanks her strap-on before pressing it on Tom's tight hole. He whimpers, it is bigger than anything he has ever taken.

But Camille knows her ways around a man's ass (as well as around a woman's) and slowly pushes her artifact inside Tom. He is petrified, half way between pleasure and pain as it stretches his ring further than ever before. Zoe, on his side, is bending towards the floor. Her hand sliding under Tom's body and her fingers wrapping around his shaft. I whisper to Tom

"We want more of your cum, handsome, and you will give it to us..."

Tom nods. I have told my friends Tom is an abundant cummer, and that he is fast recovering after an orgasm. So far, he is not disappointing. He is already hard again in the hand of Zoe and she strokes him regularly, keeping his cock-head above the jar opening, while Camille is slowly pounding his ass, the strap-on hitting his prostate at each thrust and making him grunt deeper and deeper. I can't help but notice Zoe's bum wiggling as she leans to masturbate him, her tail wiggling above her bare ass. My hand is irrevocably attracted by her ass. At first I caress her bum cheeks, but soon my fingers find their way to her glistening pussy lips, she is so wet my finger slides inside her effortlessly.

I am whimpering, I could just come from watching this wild scene. Zoe is moaning to feel her pussy fingered. Tom is grunting from being pounded deep in the ass. Camille is groaning as she sees all of that and that strap-on hits her on her mound at each thrust inside Tom. Tom's cock starts drooling its juice inside the jar. Giving us more of his precious juice. His pleasure not stopping, his juices flowing endlessly. How long can he keep going like this. Zoe's body shudders, her pussy clamps around my fingers, she is cumming and her sweet juices drool along my fingers. I guess her orgasmic cry startles Tom, and he cries out too in a last fit of pleasure. I barely have time to grab the jar of his juices before he collapses on the floor, Camille collapsing with him.

I look at the three entangled bodies on Tom's carpet and smile. I hold the precious liquid with me.

"I'll let you recover while I prepare our potion"

Taking our handbag and the jar with me, I head for the kitchen and start my preparation. Some pumpkin juice, a shot of whiskey, a few drops of ginger extract, stirred. In the jar where we collected Tom's pure power, I whip Tom's cream like I'd do for normal cream and I'm surprised it does turn into a white foam. Scooping it to top the three glasses of zested pumpkin juice and sprinkling the whole with cinnamon powder. I check my watch, it is close to midnight. Perfect.

I walk into the living room and find the three of them have started recovering. Tom is sitting on the floor, bare ass, t shirt torn, a silly smile of content on his face, Camille and Zoe are on the couch, half dressed, half naked. I give each of the girls a glass of original Pumpkin Spice Latte, keeping one for me. Turning to Tom

"Sorry, handsome, that's not a cocktail for you... but I promise you'll have your drink in due time."

I turn to the girls on the couch and raise my glass

"Time to drink, my witch friends... may the power be with us!"

They in turn raise their glass and repeat the mantra and as the church down the road rings midnight, we take our first sip of our cocktail. A bit surprised at first by the texture of Tom's whipped sperm, but the taste is delicious, spicy, sweet... and spermy. We all take another sip, then another, till our glasses are empty. I turn to Tom

"Thanks, sweetie, for giving us your liquid strength, you shall be rewarded!"

Winking at him. He is a bit confused I guess. He did not know that side of me. I feel invigorated by the drink and extend my hands towards my two girl friends. They grab it and I help them stand and join me in a sorority hug. I kiss Zoe on the lips, then Camille, then Zoe kiss Camille, we feel strong, we are powerful women. We break the circle to face Tom. His mouth is partly open in amazement, cross-legged on the carpet, and even after we have milked him without mercy, watching us hold hand and kiss is getting him hard again. That man has stamina. Maybe that's why I want to keep him.

"Now your turn to have a powerful drink!"

Camille caught me off guard. She pushes him on his back and stands above his head. Slowly stripping off the strap-on, that she hands to Zoe, then stripping off her police pants, she exposes her bare mound and kneel above Tom's face.

"Your manly juices make us powerful, our womanly juices will make you stronger "

Her pussy lips, swollen with arousal from so much playing, hover above his mouth. He parts his lips and his tongue reaches for her glistening labia. Slowly licking them, tasting her juices. Camille can't help moaning. I am fascinated by this scene and Zoe takes me out of my reverie by nudging me. Tom is fully hard again. I want his cock in me, he is my man, that cock belongs to me. I unbutton my nurse blouse, revealing my drenched black lace panty and garter belt. Zoe pushes me gently till I squat above Tom's stomach. I place my hands on Tom's chest to find stability.

I then feel Zoe's hands pushing my lace panty aside with one hand, while her other hand grabs Tom's cock, making him groan on Camille's pussy, and guides his red hot mushroomy cock-head towards my wanting pussy. I descend slowly and impale myself on my man. He feels so hot inside me, I sense my inside stretching to accommodate his girth. Slowly riding his cock. I moan on him, he moans on Camille's pussy, Camille moaning and losing it too. But Zoe, not wanting to be left aside, is already caressing my tight rosebud with lube. I guess none of us three others has seen her, she has already strapped the strap-on around her hips and she is guiding it towards my tight hole. She pushes firmly and penetrates my ass, cutting my breath. I sense that Tom is also feeling this intrusion inside me, the girthy dildo rubbing along his cock inside me through my thin inner walls.

Zoe being wild and ferocious starts pounding me, deep and hard, making me scream helplessly as I feel my orgasm building inside. The view must be tantalizing for Camille, as she squeezes her thighs around Tom's head, screaming too. Poor Tom is suffocating on Cam's pussy - I have never thought of trying to prevent him from breathing to make him cum harder, but he does, I feel his hot juices spurting inside me, he is cuming again after all that we have milked from him. And that makes me cum too, hard, screaming.

We all four collapse in a pile of panting bodies on the carpet. It takes us some time to recover, we are all spent. Tom is the first to utter something coherent "I guess you three got me tricked and treated... happy Halloween girls!"