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Me and the Squash

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I missed my boyfriend, and more importantly his superb, beautiful, large and plump fuckstick, so much. His skill owned my pussy.

He was away at his grandmothers funeral, and I needed him in the worst way. Masturbating wasn't giving me the pleasure I needed, the pleasure that came from his cock.

Saturday afternoon, I was moping around in the kitchen, thinking about how long I'd have to wait to be ravished by Joe. It made me hot, and it made me wet. My eye caught the basket of summer squash my grandfather had dropped off from his summer garden sitting on the counter. I started putting my fist around them, finding one that felt the same fat thickness of joe, and same eight inches in length. I found the perfect squash, it was a little hard. Not the slight softness of a real cock, and I got an idea.

I popped a smaller one in the microwave and zapped it at 10 second intervals, until it got to the perfect texture of Joe, then I zapped my yellow friend to the same softness. I tossed the first one, and took off my shorts and panties. I propped one leg up on a kitchen chair, and teased my aching pussy with it. I ran the tip up and down my slit, getting really wet.

I put it to my mouth, and licked it, tasting that familiar taste of my juices. I returned it to my pussy, and started to press it into me. My pussy walls slowly expanded giving in to the unrelenting pressure. When it finally penetrated me, I gasped at the familiar wonderful feeling of fullness, I pushed it all the way to the hilt, and jumped when I hit my cervix. I slid it all the way out, then jammed it back in hard. I continued fucking myself for about five minutes, and decided to go to my bed.

I looked at the glistening squash, with the tiny bumps in the flesh, and caught myself smiling in the hall mirror. This was so naughty, and so good. I took off all my clothes, and ran it over my nipples, and between my breasts. I ran it down my belly and pressed it into and across my navel, then back into my pussy, the curve pointing up just like Joe. I rubbed my nipples with the pussy juice, and then licked them clean, while I slammed that squash into me. I rubbed my clit, while trying to hit that special G Spot, and listened to the same familiar squishy noises.

I clenched my pussy around the girth as hard as I could, feeling such fullness, I felt it starting, a slight tingle deep inside my pussy, and I frantically thrust it in and out trying to get there. As it slowly began to build, I knew I was past control, and I held it deep inside me. My pussy twitched uncontrollably as my climax built, then my hips began to thrust instinctively as I hit full orgasm.

I came like never before from masturbation. It was like a true fucking. As I entered the warmth and glow of post coital bliss, I slowly slid it out, then licked my juices, kissing it to thank it for the pleasure it gave me. I got up to put my clothes on, and noticed the large wetspot on the sheets. I stripped the sheets, threw them in the washer, and fed my friend down the disposal to eliminate the evidence.



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