ULTIMATE EROS 3: An End To Fuckening
With love to Chuck Tingle
Jenny rubbed her moist pink oyster... digging for the pearl.
“Yeah.” grunted Terolf. “Yeah.”
He was naked as fuck and twice as horny. He had a boner. She touched his abs. He had Six of them, arranged in the traditional ab configuration on his stomach region where abs go.
And then Jenny rubbed her meat curtains.
“Oh yeah,” Terolf grunted. “Keep doing that.”
He had a boner. He had ten boners. Motherfucker had like forty goddamned dicks.
He ripped off his shirt. Buttons scattered across the grassy knoll. Not her grassy knoll. She’d gotten that mowed. The grassy knoll that was underneath them where they were, on a hill outside. It was night.
“Jenny,” grunted Terolf. “You’re beautiful as a flower. A flower that I’m about to put my dick in.”
He thrust (forward).
“Oh God,” Jenny exclaimed religiously.
The two of them canoodled beneath a twinkling canopy of twinkling stars. It was a romantic atmosphere, if you’re into that sort of thing.
“Oh, Terolf,” she breathed, which was a pretty normal thing for humans to do. “Where’s your cock?”
It was inside her. She knew this.
“Inside you,” grunted Terolf, when prompted about the location of his cock (inside her).
Time passed. Maybe minutes. Definitely not hours because then it would be daytime and it wasn’t. The moon hung in the sky like a big fucking moon.
Jenny looked distracted. Her eyes were like a maze, and Terolf, her Hercules, was trapped and lost within them trying to find and defeat the Minotaur of her mind.
“Jenny”, grunted Terolf. Though her expression was flat like the earth he was ready to make her his entire world.
But Jenny was distracted. She never thought she’d let Terolf inside her heart, let alone her wetter vestibules. They often say “there comes a time in every man’s life,” but this time, it was a woman’s life that a time came in.
“Terolf,” she cried out at last, and her voice hit him like a plane to a tower. She said: “Never once did I love you,” that was the second plane.
“What?” grunted Terolf, naked, with his genitals firmly stuck inside of hers. But Jenny suppressed her feelings for him, of which naturally it was romance.
Terolf began to cry sadly. Tears are shining in his eyes like depressed raindrops on a stormy day (it is still night.) Tears begin drooling down his cheeks.
Jenny stood up. “This was a mistake,” she said, and though her voice was as silky as silken tofu her words were as firm as extra firm tofu.
Normally Terolf was as happy as the next guy to have an erection—meaning very happy—but right now it was an issue.
“Will I ever see you again?” grunted Terolf.
“No,” she said, and her words shot into his heart like bullets from the gun her mouth was like.
Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bonged the clock. Midnight.
“Goodbye, Terolf,” said Jenny.
“Goodbye,” grunted Terolf.