My mother's hair would turn white if she read this...I'd probably kill my father, poor man. I swear, I was raised right, but I never felt quite right. I went through puberty, hell, I even lost my virginity at 15 with my girlfriend...I was ok, still wanting. All the guys bragged about splitting a nut in this girl and that. Ha, I would say, in the steam of the locker room. I played hockey, I kind of like the chess game...spitting blood, concussed and reeling, Pink Floyd echoing in my head, Comfortably numb...you know it? Anyway, I left. I don't know where I went, but I left the din, the raze...
It was Halloween, and my mom was bombarded with decorative gourds my Granpa gave us, I never looked twice. I was going up to my room, Ricky and Morty, I saved it. Season premiere. ..then my mother called me again..
"Peter, your a good artist, carve this pumpkin.." Fine, mom asks, she is so excited about these things...
I began carving, I was thinking literal jack'o' lantern, newspaper all over the table.." Ma, it's inking up everything...I cannot work under these conditions, you know.." She smiles and kissed me on the head.
"You'll do fine, I'm going to bed...BE TASTEFUL!"
I poured some apple juice and went to work. I drew a "The Scream" face on it...then it started speaking...
I am not crazy, I swear, but the pumpkin, already gutted, asked me, begged me to carve a hole on it's/ her surface.
Am I crazy? I continued to draw, and I felt a body pressing against me. I woman's body. Her soft breast pushed against my back...I turned, she was gone. "I'm fucking crazy, " I mean it was a long time coming. The atmosphere always seemed to heavy, Pink Floyd and art...my drugs.
I started carving again, and the voice started cooing, like dove, and felt her against me against me again. She was gone. Except for a small fold in the air...the wavy air one sees when there is a fire. I reached out to touch the pulsing reality before me. It moaned, a moan that was neither human nor animal...a coo, I pulled my hand away, and then she moaned, a wanting beautiful moan. And she showed herself...a collection of dust and stars and warmth...she formed, oh God, did did she form, her eyes like the white of the snow.
She took my hand and put it inside, what I cannot say, but the warmth was kind, accepting...I pulsed my fingers in her, and she reeled, arched back like live wire, sparks exploding from her body.
"Is this real?'"I asked
"No"...she said.
She looked deep into me, white eyes still, hypnotizing, She opened her glowing legs, her sex was blinding, but I didn't need to shield my eyes, this fallen star, this vapor of woman...I could smell her, taste her, her cleft like a golden bridge...I entered her, the warmth was almost too hot, the heat almost too warm, my nature, my humanness, almost faulted, I almost gave in, and then I Looked at her, head thrown back, hips moving, hips grinding, she pushed, she turned me to buck me, and we were in the warm light of impossible gravity. I felt her like lighting, my sex was shocked in a current of buttery warmth, and spasmodic shock waves...She beared down, she shook like a thousand stars beaking at once..A supernova...I pushed harder, feeling so warm, and so removed..who was this person?
"Who are you?I asked her as she pushed me in and out of her bright hot light. She moaned, and I was covered with a golden liquid warmth, she screamed, and bucked harder, the golden sex glistened like topaz, sunkissed skin, yellow and honey and amber.
I reached my peak, I moaned, the kind of moan that it reserved for intense pain or intense pleasure..I spilled out, so stiff and burning with her golden, white hot cum.
I felt it would burn my stomach, I felt it would burn my cock..I went to cry out, but she was gone...I could still smell her...but she disappeared.
I layed down on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, and my cocck was still glistening.
Holy Guacamole AMAZING O_O
"Pink Floyd echoing in my head, Comfortably numb...you know it?"
yes, I get inspired my music...Pink Floyd is some of the best inspiration music!
It´s amazing my friend <3
The hottest story I've ever read about fucking a pumpkin. Hands down. @originalworks
Thank you...that story started out being something completely different, but I just let my mind go...that's why I love writing, I really never know what the end result will be!
thank you!
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