Rex

I 2 when I had my first time. I know, I waited a while. I wanted to make sure to be with the right girl. Her name was Lonette. She worked at the truck stop near my RV park, and she was just the prettiest thing on two feet. Bernie, my uncle, said that Lonette would be a “sure bet”. She was real popular with all the folks who came in and out of town. He worked out a date for me. We ate dinner at her place, Swanson’s Hungry Man fried chicken and pot roast, and we watched some WWF wrestling. When that was over, did we ever wrestle!! I felt such stirrings. It was great! I looked at her face. She usually looked pretty bored, at work you know, but at just that moment she looked … well she looked not as bored, and I didn’t care about her missing teeth. She was my angel, for at least the next 40 minutes or so. It was all going perfectly, until it got hot and heavy. I guess she’d just gotten over being pretty sick, and you know how things are when you’re not in tiptop shape. I was behind her, giving her what she called “a good Roto rootin’”. Did it ever feel good! Well not 15 s into my reaming, I was looking down at her anus, puckering like a pair of old lady’s lips, blowing kisses as I moved my Johnson in and out of her. And wellsir. She farted. Bad enough if all she did was that, but it wasn’t just air came out of there. I got myself a diarrhea bath. And there was an awful goddamn lot of it too. My pecker must’ve hit some kind of spigot in there, because it came out like the dam broke in Charlie’s chocolate factory. And it got worse too. I was pretty grossed out, as you might well imagine, and I just heaved right there, all over her back. There was my Swanson’s pot roast, mashed potatoes and green beans, dripping right down into her crack, sort of melding with her poop in a sickening and colorful display. I was numb. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Then she said, “Keep going, fuck stick, I was about to cum”. I was a trooper for a few more LONG minutes. I ignored the acrid fumes of her feces and the acidy stench of my vomit. I suppressed every urge I had to disgorge even more as I heard the slishing and sloshing of our coition after the mess was made. It took all the effort I had, every last bit of will, but finally, she came … and I went. Not long after that, I was taking penicillin and looking seriously forward to the day that pissing would feel good again. An added bonus to the whole event. Anyway, this is why I joined the monastery.

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