pumpkin love
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He passed the bin of pumpkins and then immediately stopped. Turning slowly he noticed one of the pumpkins had an odd shape. Though nicely rounded, it had a bit of an indentation that... well, it looked a bit like a woman's ass. Not just any woman's ass, but exactly like his wife's ass.
Harry picked up the pumpkin and looked at it reveling in the uncanny shape. "Just like Del when she wore those orange pants that time," he mumbled to himself remembering the slight curve of his wife's ass. Dropping the pumpkin into his cart he felt a tingling in his pants and had to position himself as he moved the cart so no one would see his erection. This is why he was embarrassed, not for buying the pumpkin, not even for thinking it looked like his wife's ass, he was embarrassed for what he planned to do with the pumpkin.
When Harry got back home he unloaded the pumpkin into his workshop and then carried in the groceries. Sure enough his wife moaned and complained about a number of his choices, but he endured the chastisement and when she finished he playfully grabbed at her ass. In the past something like that usually led to some nice hot sex, often right there in the kitchen, but once again, his wife brushed his hand away making sure he understood she wasn't interested.
"Damn," Harry whispered as he headed out of the door. He would have liked to squeezed his wife's ass while making love to her, but that simply wasn't going to happen. Instead he headed out into his workshop and placed the pumpkin on a low stool. He slowly ran his fingers over the smooth curves and found himself still amazed how much it resembled his wife's ass. He closed his eyes and held the pumpkin with both hands as he leaned forward, pressing his cock against it.
After a few minutes he was hard and he moaned, "What the hell," as he grabbed a drill. Quickly guessing at a size, he grabbed a bit, put it in the drill and then moved the drill down the pumpkin to just the right place. The drill quickly finished a small hole, one just slightly larger than his erect cock.
Harry unzipped his pants and eased his cock into the opening, feeling the cool, gooey insides slide over his erection. Grabbing the pumpkin on both sides as he would grab his wife's ass like he would when they did it doggie style, he began moving his cock in and out of the small opening.
He felt a bit of friction at the opening, but unfortunately inside the pumpkin, the innards were simply too spread out to really do much for his cock. Easing himself back out of the gourd, he grabbed a knife and cut a large opening in the top. He then reached inside and began pulling all the stringy innards away from the walls of the pumpkin, letting them fall down near the hole he had drilled.
Harry carefully positioned the pumpkin and slipped his cock back in, feeling the coolness ooze over him. He moved his cock in and out and the sensation increased some but as h
Harry picked up the pumpkin and looked at it reveling in the uncanny shape. "Just like Del when she wore those orange pants that time," he mumbled to himself remembering the slight curve of his wife's ass. Dropping the pumpkin into his cart he felt a tingling in his pants and had to position himself as he moved the cart so no one would see his erection. This is why he was embarrassed, not for buying the pumpkin, not even for thinking it looked like his wife's ass, he was embarrassed for what he planned to do with the pumpkin.
When Harry got back home he unloaded the pumpkin into his workshop and then carried in the groceries. Sure enough his wife moaned and complained about a number of his choices, but he endured the chastisement and when she finished he playfully grabbed at her ass. In the past something like that usually led to some nice hot sex, often right there in the kitchen, but once again, his wife brushed his hand away making sure he understood she wasn't interested.
"Damn," Harry whispered as he headed out of the door. He would have liked to squeezed his wife's ass while making love to her, but that simply wasn't going to happen. Instead he headed out into his workshop and placed the pumpkin on a low stool. He slowly ran his fingers over the smooth curves and found himself still amazed how much it resembled his wife's ass. He closed his eyes and held the pumpkin with both hands as he leaned forward, pressing his cock against it.
After a few minutes he was hard and he moaned, "What the hell," as he grabbed a drill. Quickly guessing at a size, he grabbed a bit, put it in the drill and then moved the drill down the pumpkin to just the right place. The drill quickly finished a small hole, one just slightly larger than his erect cock.
Harry unzipped his pants and eased his cock into the opening, feeling the cool, gooey insides slide over his erection. Grabbing the pumpkin on both sides as he would grab his wife's ass like he would when they did it doggie style, he began moving his cock in and out of the small opening.
He felt a bit of friction at the opening, but unfortunately inside the pumpkin, the innards were simply too spread out to really do much for his cock. Easing himself back out of the gourd, he grabbed a knife and cut a large opening in the top. He then reached inside and began pulling all the stringy innards away from the walls of the pumpkin, letting them fall down near the hole he had drilled.
Harry carefully positioned the pumpkin and slipped his cock back in, feeling the coolness ooze over him. He moved his cock in and out and the sensation increased some but as h
