Eva scooped squished pumpkin flesh and cum from her cleavage, slurping it from her palm as she surveyed the village hall. Naked bodies lay tangled in satiated sleep amongst a chaos of demolished cakes, broken jack-o’-lanterns, and abused prize-winning vegetables.

Jingling bells drew her gaze back to the grey-haired lady between her legs being enthusiastically serviced from behind by a hairy Morris dancer.

“Oh, Reverend!” Eva gasped. “Combining Harvest Festival with a Halloween party was genius. Whatever did you put in that punch?”

“Sloe gin,” the Vicar replied, pausing to join her lovers in climax. “Would you like the recipe?”