She had to take extraordinary measures to requisition his spunk, but she managed it in the end, and there was nothing wrong with his outlet pipe that a bit of Savlon wouldn’t cure.
Month: November 2017
The cycle of life
As the turd hit her, part of her skull cracked and fell inwards, temporarily trapping some of the fat maggots and grubs that were devouring the last scraps of her rotting brain.
Oh, lovely! He’d spunked on a lot of faces before, but this one had really whipped across her, streaking the whole face diagonally from jaw to temple and leaving her grinning up at him in satisfaction and, more importantly, profound gratitude.
“Uhuh!” she said. “Oh yeah. Oh God yeah. Oh!” she yelped. “Oh fuck. Ohhhhh God. Oh my God, yes, yes!” she cried out, losing control as the thickest part of the turd passed the final sphincter and the whole thing plunged into the already-brown pool below, splashing some of it back onto her and invalidating the shower she’d had just minutes before.
Was that chunder he smelt? Ah, yes! And, in fact, it was his, and he had fallen asleep in it. Oh, rock’n’roll, eh? What a lau-hoooarghh! Ah, some more. Well, better to get it o-pppfffrrrbbbbsplsplsplppp. Ooh, a hot, wet fart-cum-turd. He hadn’t meant to do that. Well, he had, but not in the front garden and definitely not with an audience and surrounded by several news crews.
No such word as can’t
“You can’t polish a turd,” he had always been told, and yet, as he sat back and admired his handiwork, he felt vindicated in his refusal to believe the old adage. Granted, he’d had to embalm and varnish it first, but he’d done so delicately and with very little change to its glorious surface, and now it sat gleaming on his mantelpiece, having displaced the least prestigious of his trophies – the one for taking part in a penalty shootout at the local school fete.
The big meating
She closed her lips around his meat. Oooooh, it was firm and full of blood! She let her tongue slide languidly over it for a moment, then began to sink her teeth in, and in the moment when she pierced the skin she felt his juices squirt out. Ah, she thought. There’s no taste like that! Then she chomped in suddenly, her gnashers meeting, and then turned her head away with a jerk, tearing off a delicious gobful of his living calf as he screamed in disbelief and horror.
A tout le ponde
He suddenly remembered his first ever handjob and came hard into the pond.
Eyes wide shut
If she really screwed her eyes closed, she was able to stop up to 4% of the spooge seeping in and coating her cornea.