The family pumpkin fuck fest

S

Strangebuddy

Guest
I've sat on this idea for a couple of years but I think I want to write this and can do it if I split it into bite-sized chunks. I need help on progression and how the story should be framed.

In her early teens, Susan found a sketch or photo of a naked woman kneeling atop a large pumpkin with a devious smile on her face and a beckoning hand outstretched to the side, her body turned in such a way that the side of her large right breast is exposed.

The picture, which was in her dad's studio, has her entrances and its subject's confidence and raw sexuality leave an impact on her. Now, as high school senior, she decides to return to the picture and creates a poem about it, describing the subject as a symbol of nature and feminine power. The poem does well but Susan's father is wide-eyed when he reads it, asking how she came up with the image.

Susan tells him but he then brushes off her follow up questions as to where the image came from. Later that night, she over hears her dad talking to her uncle about the image and her uncle getting ticked off that it was ever made, calling it "Lacy's pumpkin ride"

Susan is shocked since Lacy is her aunt's name and someone who has never shown the slightest trace of being the figure in the image.

Armed with what little knowledge she has, she goes to each of her relatives, bluffing them to get to the bottom of what's going on. Eventually discovering that her family had a brief tradition where every Halloween they met in the family barn to fuck. It didn't last long but each of her relatives admit to occasionally continuing it in smaller numbers or even outside of Halloween. Susan is shocked but wants to know what started it, why it stopped, ...and if it could happen again.
 
I've sat on this idea for a couple of years but I think I want to write this and can do it if I split it into bite-sized chunks. I need help on progression and how the story should be framed.

In her early teens, Susan found a sketch or photo of a naked woman kneeling atop a large pumpkin with a devious smile on her face and a beckoning hand outstretched to the side, her body turned in such a way that the side of her large right breast is exposed.

The picture, which was in her dad's studio, has her entrances and its subject's confidence and raw sexuality leave an impact on her. Now, as high school senior, she decides to return to the picture and creates a poem about it, describing the subject as a symbol of nature and feminine power. The poem does well but Susan's father is wide-eyed when he reads it, asking how she came up with the image.

Susan tells him but he then brushes off her follow up questions as to where the image came from. Later that night, she over hears her dad talking to her uncle about the image and her uncle getting ticked off that it was ever made, calling it "Lacy's pumpkin ride"

Susan is shocked since Lacy is her aunt's name and someone who has never shown the slightest trace of being the figure in the image.

Armed with what little knowledge she has, she goes to each of her relatives, bluffing them to get to the bottom of what's going on. Eventually discovering that her family had a brief tradition where every Halloween they met in the family barn to fuck. It didn't last long but each of her relatives admit to occasionally continuing it in smaller numbers or even outside of Halloween. Susan is shocked but wants to know what started it, why it stopped, ...and if it could happen again.

Not in her early teens; not on Lit. Susan has to find the picture at 18 or older.
 
Ah, good to know. I thought it was only sex acts we couldn't have happen to younger participants. Easy fix though. I'll just change it to her needing inspiration for a project and finding it.
 
The rule is no "sexuality of any kind", including but not limited to, watching it, looking at porn/erotic images, etc.
 
I was going to say what Rubi did. Remember on Lit sex is literally not invented until you turn 18. It makes for all sorts of stories where we know the mod(s) are looking the other direction because apparently people who lose their virginity at age 18 have never even heard the word prior.

I'm sorry, am I stupid because I keep reading this line: The picture, which was in her dad's studio, has her entrances and its subject's confidence and raw sexuality leave an impact on her." And wondering if there is some word that I don't know the proper definition of that would make this combination of words into something my brain can process. I mean I know what the story idea is I just cannot read this.

I like the idea quite a lot. For lit's sake I think your best answer is to just add four (or however many) years to everything. She first saw the picture her senior year of high school or right after graduating because she'd never been to her father's office before. (Maybe he even does model shoots? Nothing truly pornographic, probably mostly fitness magazines or even maybe Playboy?) she goes away to college for a few years and then she's back. She writes her poem for a contest of some sort and either the finals are held conviently close to her home or her family comes out to visit.

If you wanted a longer story it could be about how her family has slowly spread out. her uncles moved to Silicon Valley in the 90's. Her Aunts to New York to be models. Her much older brother (say by ten or fifteen years) lives abroad as a doctor without borders or whatever. The point being that tracking them down is a bit of a chore but once cornered it's easy to bluff them because they can't coordinate their stories. But that's a lot of moving parts if you just want to keep it simple stupid. (Which is my first instinct. :kiss: )

I also think you need to write the poem, draw the picture or some combination there of because it's the center piece of the story. But that's my personal opinion there.
 
It's supposed to be "entranced" though my phone didn't recognize the word...which means I need to check the dictionary to see if my brain just vomited a nonsense word out. Mystifies would be a better word.

Edit: Okay, entranced is a word.

Honestly, for the sake of simplicity, I might just cut it down to the first fuck fest and then if it's received okay, build a sequel around my idea with the focus being more on what made them stop.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Nope, that's just my brain epic failing. It happens. I think because it was a real word and my brain kept saying this pic is awesome it's in teh entrance because he owner wants it to be the first thing people sees so it makes an impression. . .and after that I just sorta got stuck in a logic loop. It happens to me occasionally. Kinda like when you tell a computer to divide by zero and it simply decides FUCK YOU ALL THERE IS NO PLANET!
 
Okay, this was eight months ago. Was the story ever written? I'd read it.
 
Back
Top