I poke my entire four-and-a-quarter inch winkie all the way into her dusty, gaping opening. My malformed, raisin-like testes slapped arhythmically into her wrinkled, papery ass. Caught up in the excitement, I began to reach toward her empty, sacklike paps. I forced my swollen face toward her thin, bloodless lips, and mashed my jaws into her mouth. A breathy "oof!" escaped her tightly-clenched teeth! She sank her dark brown crumbly teeth into my festering earlobe. This action only brought me to a higher plateau of fun. Boy, I was having some fun tonight! Her cold clammy noisome breath against my neck telegraphed the same information to me. I forced my spongy patella between hers, as she ground her firm elbow deep into my armpit!! A revolting fluidlike substance squittled forth from her obscenely flared nostrils. Her eyes began to bulge as my increased my abrasion of her shabby entrance. I reached around her with my ample arms to fondle the razor stubble on her bulbous ass with my hamlike, greasy hands. I could feel her glutes twitching in there somewhere. I noticed an incipient pustule in her crack, so I popped it for her. I could feel her thanks as she grasped my flabby nipples! Our mutual horror had been increasing for nearly 28 seconds as we continued our construction of a figurative pillar of flaming foaming delight! As our mutual sweat began to crust over, she flaked dried oozements from her lips, croaking "Make me your sex poodle as you ride me, you great dane of DOOM!" "Take it ALL, bitch, I wheezed phthisically, the death rattle building in my withered lungs. I could sense the loathing in the weak spasms of her atrophied uterus. My vile load was beginning to dribble out of my pathetic loins! I'm cuming, she mumbled unconvincingly, as she finished her scribblings on a blackened scrap of sandpaper. That's fifty you owe Rocky, she hissed, a scaly tongue emerging from the black slash that represented her mouth to flick an errant glob of spittle from my left eye. My miniscule erection retreated into the ravaged depths of my scrofulous pubic thatch, yanking the three curlinesses in the furor of its passage. I gasped for breath, overcome by the "wild" "frenzy" of our "encounter". Our livid session had finally ended.

John Rehwinkel and Meredith Tanner
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