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The meeting had been interminable; if everyone would just leave Remus had been eyeing it all through the Order meeting. The well rounded globes of the largest one called out to him. In truth they did not talk, they were after all ordinary pumpkins. He needed a wank desperately, and that pumpkin would be the perfect accessory. Finally, all the good-byes said, all the unfinished business finished, the loo and the kitchen both blessedly empty.
Remus picked the biggest pumpkin from the pile and brought it to the edge of the table. He ran one finger down a deep ridge along its' side. With a flick of his wand he lowered the table a bit and accio'd some oil. He undid his trousers and dropped them and his pants to his ankles; he was half-hard already. Then slowly, he dribbled oil down the side of the pumpkin. His cock stirred, engorging even more. He poured some oil into his hand and fisted his cock slowly. Oh, yes this was it. Grasping the pumpkin between his hands he pressed his cock against a deep ridge. He imagined the cleft of a warm, firm arse. Rocking his hips slightly he rubbed his cock into the crease. It was lovely, slippery and warming up nicely. He loved the feel of the globe beneath his hands, his cock fit so perfectly; if only he could push all the way into the warm wetness. He couldn't. Could he?
He released on side of the pumpkin and grabbed his magic wand. A quick spell created a hole; hopefully, he'd gauged the size correctly. He grasped the pumpkin firmly again and pressed his cockhead to the hole. Oil. He needed a bit more oil. That was it he pushed forward again and slipped in. It was glorious, magnificent; he was going to come any second. He stopped moving and just felt the warm, wet interior embracing his cock. His fingernails bit into the pumpkins flesh as he started to move rocking slowly, but he had no patience left in him. This wank was hours overdue and he could have another right away if he wanted since he was alone here. His pace quickened. The old kitchen table rocked as his thighs slapped into it. The pressure built in his balls; he fucked the globe in his hands for all he was worth. The howling noise he made as he came seemed almost too civilized for what he had just experienced.
His mum had been correct vegetables were good for you. Next time, he would try the acorn squash and a courgette.