Word games.

I knew I shouldn't have hidden him out there in that shack, all alone. But what else could I have done to keep him quiet??
 
suddenly as i was laffing she reached back over the seat and took hold of my cock in one hand and my old english teachers tit in the other.
 
while rolling around clutching my cock in the fetal position i felt something near my anal orifice.
 
did i say delight, well yeah it is i guess it is taking my mind off my aching cock.
 
"Come on," said the police woman gruffly, pulling me by my sore swollen dick, "Let's go see what Virgil has to say about all of this."
 
Horror shining in my eyes, I await the doom the policewoman is going to hand out to me over Virgil.

"WAIT!" My English teacher suddenly yells. I turn to my savior with a hopeful expression. She is looking at me with trembling, wet lips. "I have a con-confession to make before we see Virgil."

My hopes rise. The dewy gaze in her eyes, does it mean...?
 
"John? I'm in love with you, thats why me and my husband split." My English teacher began tentatively. "Virgil is my twin brother. We're identical twins. In every way. I, well, I've been taking female hormones for years, and my penis really is very small, I'm a woman where it counts, deep in my heart where I love you the most. Virgil is..."

She... He???? started weeping and didn't finish. The policewoman looked at me as if to say, you're sick boy.
 
then my ex-english teacher said scew this and jumped onto my cock while the cop sat her wet pussy on my face.
 
But her "tunnel of love" was sooo cold.

Then the Mescaline wore off....

I woke naked in the park to find a soft serve ice cream jammed onto the end of my penis and a Labrador retriever licking my face.....

Had it all been a dream ....?
 
That was the last concious thought I had before I heard "Hecate NOW"! and a lead filled sap was applied none too daintily to the base of my already throbbing head....the upper one I mean....
 
I woke gawd knows how long later, bound, tied, gagged, chained, handcuffed, my butt really hurt too, like someone was trying to stick a small buick up in there. I opened my eyes and blinked. Two imposing women stood there grinning at me.

"My name is Mistress Hecate slave. You will refer to me only as Mistress. This is my colleague, Mistress Deborah. You will not refer to her at all." The softly accented german voice was at odds with the words.
 
OOC: ugh! boo boo .. never mind me.. i'm still worried about virgil hehe

[Edited by Savage Kitten on 09-08-2000 at 06:57 PM]
 
OOC: I'm with Expertise on this one. This should be funny, not a fuckathon. Theres an SRP board for that.
 
IC: Virgil

Virgil licked and glued and taped his package closed. He addressed it in big bold print Mistress Hecate and Posse as the mailman came into view Virgil banged and rattled on the wooden shack in which he was imprisoned. When the mailman came near Virgil slide the package thru one of the larger cracks to him. "Here," he instructed in hushed tones, "makes she gets this so that rat face will get his!"

Virgil laughed a maniacal cackle as the mailman walked away. He knew he would have revenge!
 
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