during the distractive madness I’d just witnessed. Bliss, I thought forlornly. What was she suffering now? What was she thinking?
& here I was lying with my pants down & my genitals exposed before a rabble of naked “creeker” girls.
Never have I felt more ashamed.
“Ladies, I must go! ” I asserted in my beefiest voice, & then I summoned all my strength to break the bond of so many hands holding me fast to the ground.
I didn’t budge, & giggles burst like scattered night-birds.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Howard,” Bleechy’s voice bubbled down. “If’n you ain’t gonna give us yer business, we’se just gonna have ta take it . . . but what’cha gotta understant, hon, is we’se takin’ it with enough thanks ta fill a blammed pig-trough. ”
An . . . interesting manner with which to legitimize abduction, imprisonment, &, ostensibly, the forcible engagement of carnal knowledge upon an unwilling victim.
“Please understand, gentlewomen,” I implored, “my conscience, if you must know, is bound to another woman. I’m sure I would not be able to . . . perform.”
More chatterous laughter rose up like alien surf. A wide-hipped, plug-nippled, & quite mind-boggling brunet chuckled to object, pointing downward. “Not perform, huh? Then why’s yer peckerwood hard as a fencepost & dang near as big?”
I could not contrive a response.
“One at a time, girls,” ordered the albiness (pronunciating the word “time” as tam ), then plopped her shapely groin down on my erection . . . & squealed. In pain-staking slowness, she rode my privates up & down. The sensation was, admittedly, quite pleasurable. “Don’t’cha git’cher nut, baby. Just give us each’a little sit-down first, okay?”
“I assure you, I do not receive your meaning!”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as one possessed by a daemonic entity, & the moan that escaped “Bleechy’s” throat seemed unworldly. “Ah, oh, hon! Fuck–oh, Howard . . . Ain’t never felt nothin’ so’s good as this!” Her hand quickly plied her own privates (baring a peach-seed-sized clitoris out, shiny & pale-pink) during the course of my penetration, when, with a chilling promptitude, she shrieked with all the force her lungs could conscript. Meanwhile, a darkly lovely face huddled close–it was one of the breast-heavy women who held my arms immobilely to the ground–and whispered, “See, Sir, we’se need ya ta give us all yer nut. ”
My face must have corrugated with confusion. “Pardon me, but . . . my nut? If by that you mean my semen, then I’ll point out the impossibility of one man trafficking his sperm to a dozen-plus women in a single foregathering!”
It was the sated Bleechy who now knelt beside me, patting my head as though I were a listless pet. “Just don’t let’cherself come while each gal has a nice sit-down on yer prick–”
“ What? ” I raised my voice at the absurd inference.
“Just you think ‘bout what fellas do when’s they’se holdin’ back, then leave the rest ta li’l ole me. See, I’se got a system! ”
I had not an idea in the world of what she spoke; I could only assume she expected me to slake the loins of all these women . . . without ejaculating?
Bleechy continued, as now the 4th or 5th woman took her turn being impaled by me, “We’se need ya ta git’cher seed up in us, all’ a us, so’s some of us might get pregnant . . . ”
“It’s a hero’s nut we all need up’n our cunnies,” another preposterously chested girl explained, “a smart, handsome, city -man’s nut!”
“—so’s ta git some of us knocked up with a hero’s baby!”
Oh, for the sake of Agamemnon!
It proceeded as thus: one stepped on, sat down, rode her hips manically until her crises was reached, then stepped off to make room for the next, & throughout I was forced to listen to the most shrill cries of satisfaction:
“Feels lak I’se got a gopher stuck up me!”
“This dick’s twice as big as
& here I was lying with my pants down & my genitals exposed before a rabble of naked “creeker” girls.
Never have I felt more ashamed.
“Ladies, I must go! ” I asserted in my beefiest voice, & then I summoned all my strength to break the bond of so many hands holding me fast to the ground.
I didn’t budge, & giggles burst like scattered night-birds.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Howard,” Bleechy’s voice bubbled down. “If’n you ain’t gonna give us yer business, we’se just gonna have ta take it . . . but what’cha gotta understant, hon, is we’se takin’ it with enough thanks ta fill a blammed pig-trough. ”
An . . . interesting manner with which to legitimize abduction, imprisonment, &, ostensibly, the forcible engagement of carnal knowledge upon an unwilling victim.
“Please understand, gentlewomen,” I implored, “my conscience, if you must know, is bound to another woman. I’m sure I would not be able to . . . perform.”
More chatterous laughter rose up like alien surf. A wide-hipped, plug-nippled, & quite mind-boggling brunet chuckled to object, pointing downward. “Not perform, huh? Then why’s yer peckerwood hard as a fencepost & dang near as big?”
I could not contrive a response.
“One at a time, girls,” ordered the albiness (pronunciating the word “time” as tam ), then plopped her shapely groin down on my erection . . . & squealed. In pain-staking slowness, she rode my privates up & down. The sensation was, admittedly, quite pleasurable. “Don’t’cha git’cher nut, baby. Just give us each’a little sit-down first, okay?”
“I assure you, I do not receive your meaning!”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as one possessed by a daemonic entity, & the moan that escaped “Bleechy’s” throat seemed unworldly. “Ah, oh, hon! Fuck–oh, Howard . . . Ain’t never felt nothin’ so’s good as this!” Her hand quickly plied her own privates (baring a peach-seed-sized clitoris out, shiny & pale-pink) during the course of my penetration, when, with a chilling promptitude, she shrieked with all the force her lungs could conscript. Meanwhile, a darkly lovely face huddled close–it was one of the breast-heavy women who held my arms immobilely to the ground–and whispered, “See, Sir, we’se need ya ta give us all yer nut. ”
My face must have corrugated with confusion. “Pardon me, but . . . my nut? If by that you mean my semen, then I’ll point out the impossibility of one man trafficking his sperm to a dozen-plus women in a single foregathering!”
It was the sated Bleechy who now knelt beside me, patting my head as though I were a listless pet. “Just don’t let’cherself come while each gal has a nice sit-down on yer prick–”
“ What? ” I raised my voice at the absurd inference.
“Just you think ‘bout what fellas do when’s they’se holdin’ back, then leave the rest ta li’l ole me. See, I’se got a system! ”
I had not an idea in the world of what she spoke; I could only assume she expected me to slake the loins of all these women . . . without ejaculating?
Bleechy continued, as now the 4th or 5th woman took her turn being impaled by me, “We’se need ya ta git’cher seed up in us, all’ a us, so’s some of us might get pregnant . . . ”
“It’s a hero’s nut we all need up’n our cunnies,” another preposterously chested girl explained, “a smart, handsome, city -man’s nut!”
“—so’s ta git some of us knocked up with a hero’s baby!”
Oh, for the sake of Agamemnon!
It proceeded as thus: one stepped on, sat down, rode her hips manically until her crises was reached, then stepped off to make room for the next, & throughout I was forced to listen to the most shrill cries of satisfaction:
“Feels lak I’se got a gopher stuck up me!”
“This dick’s twice as big as
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