As we walked through the store I could not help but watch Tammy’s ass. It was so perfect. The tight jeans hugged her curvy cheeks and dipped up between them, causing a slight separation and enhancing the firm flesh beneath.
We were both sixteen and had been friends for a few months now. I fell in lust with her quickly – her pretty face surrounded by the long, black curls, her pert and perky tits, her delicious ass and curvy hips. She was the object of my desire, the muse of my wet dreams and the best friend I had ever had.
“Come on, keep up with me,” she urged. “Stop walking behind me.”
I picked up my pace as we left the store and began the short walk home. Along the way, we passed the farmer’s market and Tammy suddenly stopped.
“Let’s go look around,” she said. “We have time.”
“Okay,” I shrugged.
We strolled around slowly, with Tammy looking at the vegetables and fruits as I looked at her. She was mesmerizing to me, a magnet for my eyes and the source of discomfort in my now-tight jeans. I saw her glance down at the bulge in my pants and give me a curious glance.
Shit!
I looked around for something to cover my erection, embarrassed that she could see the bulge. My eyes landed on the perfect cover.
“Hey, look!” I announced. “Pumpkins.”
I quickly scooped up a large pumpkin and cradled it in both hands, using it as a shield to hide my boner.
“What a great idea!” Tammy exclaimed. “Halloween is coming and we can carve pumpkins.”
“Uh…yeah,” I replied. “That’s what I was thinking…”
Tammy stepped in front of me and bent over as she looked at the pumpkins. Her perfect ass stared at me invitingly and made my cock swell even more. I held the pumpkin tight to my crotch. Each movement made her hips roll and her bum move slightly, driving me into a lusty frenzy. My cock pressed against the pumpkin and I found myself grinding into it. She stood up and looked at the pumpkin in my hands.
“You have a really big one,” she laughed.
You have no idea…
“Yeah, I thought you might… like … a big one,” I stammered.
“Maybe,” she giggled. “You keep that one, I will get one of these smaller ones for now.”
She bent over again with her ass directly in front of me, it’s perfect shape straining against the denim of her tight jeans.
Oh shit…
The cum erupted from my bursting cock and began filling the front of my pants. I felt a few spurts on my lower belly as my swollen head peeked above the waist of my jeans and released the hot liquid. I clamped my lips together in an attempt to stay quiet while my balls finished pumping the rest of my load.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m good,” I grunted hoarsely.
She turned back to the smaller pumpkins and picked one up, displaying it for me with a big smile.
“This one is just right for me,” she announced. “Kind of like you.”
We smiled at each other and she turned away in search of the seller’s table. I kept the pumpkin in place as the sticky fluid clinging to my now-soft cock created a wet patch in the front of my jeans. Tammy paid the lady, who gave me an odd look as I stood with the pumpkin at my crotch, and we left the market.
“We should do these tonight,” she said. “I already have an idea for mine.”
“Uh, let’s wait a few days,” I replied. “Halloween is still over a week away.”
“Yes, maybe you’re right,” she agreed. “Are you okay? That pumpkin looks heavy.”
“No, I’m fine,” I said as we approached my house. “I have to go, I will see you later.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “Thanks for coming with me to the store.”
I came with you alright…
“Anytime. See you later,” I shouted as I quickly walked up the sidewalk to the side door.
I smiled as she looked at me for a moment with a quizzical expression. She turned and walked to her house across the street.
I juggled the pumpkin in one hand as I fished the key from my front pocket, my fingers feeling the wetness of my cum stain. I unlocked the door and went right to the kitchen table, put the pumpkin on the table and headed for my room. Slowly I pulled my jeans off and looked at the sticky mess. I tossed my jeans, underwear and t-shirt in the laundry hamper and put on a clean t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
I went to the washroom, ran a washcloth under warm water and cleaned the now-crusting cum from my cock, balls and pubes. I felt around and found more along my waist and lower belly. It had been a huge load.
Once I returned to the kitchen I got some soda and sat at the table. I stared at the pumpkin as the images of Tammy’s ass replayed in my head. I noticed the cum trail running down the small crevice in its surface so I grabbed a dishrag and wiped it clean.
***
I was sitting at the table to have dinner with Mom when the pumpkin caught my eye. She had washed it and put it on the end of the table.
“What a beautiful pumpkin,” she had praised. “It’s shaped perfectly.”
The pumpkin began to change before my eyes. Tammy’s firm, perfect ass was suddenly on the table, the image of it now superimposed on the unsuspecting squash. The curvy bottoms leading to the hidden patch underneath, the smooth, firm arc of each cheek and the tantalizing little crevice between them.
“Are you okay?” Mom asked. “What are you dreaming about?”
I blushed slightly before answering.
“Nothing… just thinking about the pumpkin.”
“Not your friend, Tammy?” she teased.
“Mom…”
“Okay, relax,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “I’m just teasing a little. I know a crush when I see one.”
“Yeah, I do kind of like her,” I admitted.
“She certainly likes you,” she added. “You make a cute couple, you two.”
I blushed again as she giggled and began clearing away the dishes.
“I am going out for a few hours,” she announced. “So you do the dishes for me, okay?”
“Sure, Mom.”
“I will be back by nine,” she said as she put on her jacket, grabbed up her purse and headed out the door.
“Bye,” I said as I ran the water in the sink.
I kept glancing at the pumpkin as I washed the dishes. It seemed to beckon to me, almost asking for my attention. I sat at the table and stared at it. Soon the appealing squash morphed into Tammy’s luscious behind again and my cock stirred. The more I looked at it the harder I became. I reached my hands out and ran them over the textured surface as my eyes closed and my mind imagined it was Tammy’s ass.
My cock strained as I ran my hands over the globes. I slid one down the inviting crevice between the cheeks and poked one finger under the bottom. In my mind, my finger became wet with Tammy’s juices.
I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. In a lust-filled frenzy, I stood up, yanked my shorts down and grabbed my throbbing cock with my right hand. I pumped my cock furiously and it erupted, shooting streams of molten cum across the pumpkin and the surface of the table. In my mind I watched as my jizz coated the firm flesh of Tammy’s behind, covering the curvy cheeks and running down the little crevice in between.
Once I reached post-nut clarity and came out of my lust-filled daze I realized what a mess I had made. The innocent pumpkin was no longer innocent. It had been defiled with my seed being spilled all over it. I watched the slick pearly liquid run down the crevice and pool on the table below. I looked down at my wilted cock, still in my hand, and marveled at how much cum had been expelled.
“What are you doing to that poor pumpkin?” the voice asked.
I jumped and quickly looked around. I was alone in the house. I realized the voice was in my head, my subconscious asking me the rational question as my wilted dick fell from my grasp. I looked at the cum-covered pumpkin and laughed at myself.
After washing the pumpkin and wiping the table and floor clean I watched some TV. Mom arrived home shortly after and we had a quick chat before heading for bed. I fell asleep quickly and was soon dreaming of Tammy’s ass and pumpkin pie.
***
As soon as Mom left for work in the morning I returned to the pumpkin on the table. My hands caressed the curvy, appealing shape as I closed my eyes and imagined Tammy’s ass in my hands. My cock swelled again. In my mind, I was holding her hips as my cock smashed between her legs while she bent over in front of me. The feel of the pumpkin was stimulating and erotic. I pulled it to the edge of the table and pressed my cock into the little crevice as I imagined it was Tammy’s ass.
I pulled my shorts down and began pumping my engorged cock against the pumpkin. As I looked down it crossed my mind that I was going to carve it, so why not make a hole in it?
It would be just like I was fucking Tammy!
I excitedly went to the drawer and pulled out the carving knife. I grabbed the pumpkin and examined it closely, finding the perfect spot before cutting the small hole and checking it with my finger – too small. I opened the hole larger until I could fit two fingers inside and felt the gooey insides grip my flesh. It was cool to the touch.
I need it warm…
I turned on the oven, opened the door and put the pumpkin inside. My hand stroked my cock to keep it hard while I waited, the thought of sticking my cock into Tammy keeping me excited. I turned the oven off, removed the pumpkin and stuck my finger in the hole. It was now warm, mushy and inviting.
Just like Tammy…
With the pumpkin on the table, I moved it around until it was in just the right place and lined my cock up with the opening. I closed my eyes and pictured Tammy bent over in front of me. My cock throbbed as I slowly pushed it in a little, feeling the pressure of the slightly tight hole on the sides of my cock. I held Tammy’s ass tight as I pushed deeper into the gooey warmth and imagined I heard her moan with pleasure.
“Oh, yes…give it to me” she moaned.
I started pumping my cock in and out of the hole as my mind replaced the inside of the pumpkin with the inside of Tammy. I held it tight as I fucked faster and faster and could feel my cock tingle as it prepared to burst.
“Oh… oh,” Tammy moaned loudly in my mind. “You feel so fucking good. Fuck me harder.”
My cock exploded inside of the now-deflowered squash, spreading my seed among the pumpkin’s. I held it tight as my balls emptied and my mind imagined Tammy’s voice.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m fucking you, Tammy,” I replied to the voice in my head. “You are so fucking hot.”
“That pumpkin is me?” the voice asked.
I opened my eyes and froze in place as I realized the voice was NOT in my head but behind me. I turned my head to the right to see Tammy standing at the other end of the kitchen with her mouth hanging open.
Oh, fuck me!
I stood frozen in place as my cock wilted rapidly and my grip on the pumpkin relaxed. My cock slipped out of the hole, followed by stringy cum-covered pumpkin guts, which dripped down onto the top of the table and clung to my shrinking cock.
Tammy burst out laughing.
“My god, you’re fucking a pumpkin and pretending it’s me!” she exclaimed.
“I… I can explain,” I stammered.
“I doubt it,” she laughed.
She covered her mouth with her hand as I pulled my shorts up and turned to look at her. The long, gooey strings of pumpkin guts hung out the front of my shorts and I tried to pull them away with no success. She continued laughing as I finally gave up and looked at her.
“I… it reminded me of your ass… when you bend over,” I said sheepishly. “I… I just…”
“You just fucked it?” she asked with a broad smile. “Because my ass looks like a pumpkin?”
“NO, not like that. The pumpkin is shaped like your butt, so perfect, so… I just…”
She stared at me for a moment and we both burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, that poor pumpkin is sorry,” she said as she pointed at it.
I looked at the pumpkin, its guts sticking out and filled with my jizz. The hole was a crude O making it look surprised at what had just happened to it.
She continued laughing as I went to the washroom and I could hear her as I wiped myself clean and washed my hands. Once done I returned to the kitchen to see her looking at the pumpkin. She ran her hand around it, feeling the curves and then running her hand over her ass. She looked up at me with a smile.
“I can sort of see what you were thinking,” she said with a smile. “But that pumpkin is not me.”
“I know, I just… was thinking about you and …”
“You were thinking about this?” she teased as she turned around and wiggled her ass at me.
“Yeah…”
“Maybe we should skip school today,” she said as she rubbed her hand over the pumpkin and stuck her finger in the hole.
I stared blankly as her finger moved in and out.
“I think about you too, you know,” she giggled. “My mom thinks I eat a lot of cucumbers…”
“What?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Think about it,” she said.
My cock began to stiffen when I understood.
“Yeah, we should skip school today,” I agreed.
She came over to me and ran her finger along my face, stopping to put it against my lips as she pressed her body into mine.
“Would you like to eat some… pumpkin?” she asked.
