pumpkin demon

The waitress boy found a book. He read it, hoping it contained an erotic story. Instead, it was a huge tome of spells.

He had never studied magic; Mombi often told him that his goose-like brain was better suited for a submissive role, yet he had no trouble understanding the magical language the book was written in. He read about a powder capable of giving life to objects, and quickly managed to concoct it.

Since the witch wouldn't allow him to have full sexual intercourse, much less have a boyfriend, he decided to create a lover, keeping it hidden from Mombi. He took her sex toys, including a giant dildo, and created the shape of a man's body. Finally, he placed a carved pumpkin as his head.

"I have to give him a name!" she exclaimed, "A good lover must have a name I can shout during sex." She added, reflecting for a moment, "Pumpkinhead Jack will be my man's name."

She threw the powder and spoke the magic words, and in that moment her lover came to life. His body was perfect, his abs sculpted from clay, and his rubber cock always rigid. In his presence, Tip felt her nipples tingle and his small penis grow under her skirt.

"I hope you're not thinking about my physical appearance," Jack said in his horniest voice ever. Tip stammered for an answer, but the creature interrupted him before I could reply, "I like the body you've given me. What should I call you?"

"My name is Tippetarius... although because of my lowly rank, no one ever calls me that, you can call me Tip," he said, bowing slightly.

He approaches, wedging one of his legs between the boy's and touching his cheek with a hand, saying, "It's okay, Tip, you're a truly pretty girl."

He blushes. "I'm not a girl, my guardian forces me to dress like this." At his reply, Jack lifts him by the hips and looks him in the eye. "Why did you create me?"

"I needed to have fun. The witch won't let me see anyone," he replied in a whimpering voice as the creature's hands glided lightly over his hips, caressing him with a firm, possessive yet delicate touch. Tip felt his cock getting harder and harder, and finally admitted, "I wanted to have sex with someone."

He parted his lips, formed by a cut from his pumpkin, in a smile. "That's what I wanted to hear, because I am the sum of the objects you created me with; in other words, I was born to fuck."

Suddenly, the creature lifts his legs, slamming him against the wall. This impact lifts Tip's skirt, exposing the white flesh of her virgin ass. He closes the gap between her ass and the large dildo mounted on his crotch, and begins to penetrate him with increasingly daring movements. "...so obedient. I love it when you surrender like this. You're such a perfect toy in my hands, baby," he says.

Tip had been a virgin until that moment. Mombi let him use his mouth to perform oral sex on her and her guests, but he never allowed anyone to possess him by penetrating his ass.

The sensation of pain mixed with pleasure was indescribable. Pumpkinhead Jack continued to fuck him in that position for at least 15 minutes... then he made him take off his uniform and put him on all fours. Tip could feel the contact of his skin on the cold floor, and the heat of her sex building inside him. Jack continued to penetrate him until he reached orgasm, cumming profusely on the floor.

"What a mess," he thought. He had to clean up the cum stain immediately before his guardian saw it. He hid Jack, who didn't understand why Tip was so upset, in a closet and went to the kitchen to get some napkins, but before he could do anything, he heard the sound of keys in the door slot. Mombi had returned.