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A Little Place Called Heaven
Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
because of the massive engorgement it seemed cemented on. I took my flick knife from my pocket and snapped it open. “Jesus, no!” Jake yelled, his eyes bulging like a frog’s. I slid the knife tip between the band and his phallus and in a quick motion sliced it off. In an instant Mrs. Periwinkle grabbed his shaft and started jerking it again. A geyser of semen rocketed out, shooting up onto his face and into his gasping mouth, the remnants lathering his chest and his protruding belly. As Jake coughed and spluttered to clear his throat, I grabbed Mrs. Periwinkle and carried her to the bedroom. I threw her inside and slammed the door. Then I went over and started untying Jake. “Jesus, Jake!” I said. “What about our deal?” “I didn’t rape her,” he said. “What happened?” “We were playing gin and knocking back a few, and she was trouncing me. She’s a sharp, Cap. Who’d’a thunk? Anyway, I was getting a little tipsy, and she was looking real good, flirting with me and everything. And then she bet me that she could give me the most memorable handjob I’d ever had. I said, ‘Hardly likely,’ and she said, “Put your money where your mouth is.’” “How did she get you tied down?” “She started muttering something about fifty grades of shay. I was half in the bag, and she convinced me it’d be more intense this way.” “It’s not fifty grades of shay, Jake, it’s Fifty Shades of Grey ! Haven’t you ever heard about that?” Jake looked sheepish. “Nope, you got me there, Cap. Anyway, next thing I know ...