speeds. The vagina is occasionally pulled and the finger in her anus drops out and turns briefly on her sphincter. She looks up from time to time to see if I’m watching. No smile, nothing, just a check. I feel a buzzing near my bottom. Peripheral neuropathy. My anus feels as if hard beads are vibrating in it. She points a wet finger at me and curls it. She wants me there. I rock slowly, moving on my corners.
Her pussy meets my face and I feel her hands on the back of my head. I cannot breathe. She holds my head tight against her. I feel my lung climbing into my throat. My lung is my tongue. I panic and shake my face. Her thighs start to close, then she shoves me back hard. I breathe quickly. I can smell her pussy. Rainwater and salt. Below that, the heavy sugar of her asshole. She pulls me in again. This time I suck. I take her entire vagina into my mouth and suck. I can breathe through one nostril. She pulls me in tighter to seal it. I lose consciousness for a brief second. When I come up, I’m gasping. I hear my buttonhole whistle and she shakes. The doctor reaches down on my body and lifts my back end. She lays me on her belly so my face hangs down over her lips. I flick. The sensation of her tongue on my anus makes me jump. She twirls around slipping the tip in and out. I feel that if this is to proceed much longer I may die. I don’t have the body to withstand this. Maybe that’s what she wants. She wants to kill me with her tongue up my ass. Before I reach whatever it is that could happen, she pushes me down. My tongue slips from her pussy to her anus and I try to breath normally as I do to her what she did to me.
There is someone else in the room. I feel the bed dip. I try to raise my head to see but can’t. The bedsprings twang under the weight of three. I feel the doctor’s finger in my ass. Deeper. Bigger. It’s not a finger. Its a cock. Someone is sitting on her face and sliding his cock into my flat, featureless body. I hear her slurping and suck his ass and balls. Her pussy rises under my chin. I am supposed to suck, too. I draw her clit in while she flips fingers inside. The cock is now fully in me and has begun to pump. The tissue in my hole is banging and open. The doctor starts to come first. She clamps my cheeks with her thighs and starts to buck. The cock in me reaches deeper and faster. I feel the fat tip punching through me into the mattress. A series of sensations run up and down my entire body, like hoops across a levitated showgirl. The hoops multiply and crash, meeting in my back then plunging dramatically into my anus. I can’t tell who is moving now. No one maybe. The air is glittery and colour is thick. Her legs fall. The cock dives forward once then slips back and out. I turn my head so my ear shell is on her pudenda. I see a tee shirt on a chair. Brown not orange.
as you were.
I am back in my box and under my hood. I am faced out to see this evening’s show. The vans are gone. We’re on our own. Dixon will like this. After we finished on the bed no one spoke a word. The doctor said nothing as she dressed. Y shot me a look before he left. A wet filthy grin. He’s a dirty old man now. The doctor placed me here. I see her now below, leading families to spots on the mat. Y is lying in the grass under a tree. Dixon is greeting on the driveway. I remember when we first heard about the dead not dying. We were told they were predators, killers, cannibals. Now we are making the dead. The window is closed and so is my case so I won’t hear what’s being said. I have a great view though. The mat now nearly full. The line of trees back to the road. And beyond that a wide hill specked with cattle.
The mat is lit with no warning. This is the new way. They are not brought to it by an evangelist. There is no ecstatic moment, no praise, no Oracle. The mat contains a powerful jolt. It lights up like an overly full bug zapper. People shake and pop and sizzle. It lasts no more that a minute. In the
Her pussy meets my face and I feel her hands on the back of my head. I cannot breathe. She holds my head tight against her. I feel my lung climbing into my throat. My lung is my tongue. I panic and shake my face. Her thighs start to close, then she shoves me back hard. I breathe quickly. I can smell her pussy. Rainwater and salt. Below that, the heavy sugar of her asshole. She pulls me in again. This time I suck. I take her entire vagina into my mouth and suck. I can breathe through one nostril. She pulls me in tighter to seal it. I lose consciousness for a brief second. When I come up, I’m gasping. I hear my buttonhole whistle and she shakes. The doctor reaches down on my body and lifts my back end. She lays me on her belly so my face hangs down over her lips. I flick. The sensation of her tongue on my anus makes me jump. She twirls around slipping the tip in and out. I feel that if this is to proceed much longer I may die. I don’t have the body to withstand this. Maybe that’s what she wants. She wants to kill me with her tongue up my ass. Before I reach whatever it is that could happen, she pushes me down. My tongue slips from her pussy to her anus and I try to breath normally as I do to her what she did to me.
There is someone else in the room. I feel the bed dip. I try to raise my head to see but can’t. The bedsprings twang under the weight of three. I feel the doctor’s finger in my ass. Deeper. Bigger. It’s not a finger. Its a cock. Someone is sitting on her face and sliding his cock into my flat, featureless body. I hear her slurping and suck his ass and balls. Her pussy rises under my chin. I am supposed to suck, too. I draw her clit in while she flips fingers inside. The cock is now fully in me and has begun to pump. The tissue in my hole is banging and open. The doctor starts to come first. She clamps my cheeks with her thighs and starts to buck. The cock in me reaches deeper and faster. I feel the fat tip punching through me into the mattress. A series of sensations run up and down my entire body, like hoops across a levitated showgirl. The hoops multiply and crash, meeting in my back then plunging dramatically into my anus. I can’t tell who is moving now. No one maybe. The air is glittery and colour is thick. Her legs fall. The cock dives forward once then slips back and out. I turn my head so my ear shell is on her pudenda. I see a tee shirt on a chair. Brown not orange.
as you were.
I am back in my box and under my hood. I am faced out to see this evening’s show. The vans are gone. We’re on our own. Dixon will like this. After we finished on the bed no one spoke a word. The doctor said nothing as she dressed. Y shot me a look before he left. A wet filthy grin. He’s a dirty old man now. The doctor placed me here. I see her now below, leading families to spots on the mat. Y is lying in the grass under a tree. Dixon is greeting on the driveway. I remember when we first heard about the dead not dying. We were told they were predators, killers, cannibals. Now we are making the dead. The window is closed and so is my case so I won’t hear what’s being said. I have a great view though. The mat now nearly full. The line of trees back to the road. And beyond that a wide hill specked with cattle.
The mat is lit with no warning. This is the new way. They are not brought to it by an evangelist. There is no ecstatic moment, no praise, no Oracle. The mat contains a powerful jolt. It lights up like an overly full bug zapper. People shake and pop and sizzle. It lasts no more that a minute. In the
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