sweet, sweet angeline

Angeline's voice was dry and cracked, and her rapid breathing made it all too apparent that she was severely out of shape. She was speaking of her mother -- how she always hated the way she said "sure", purposely exaggerating the "r" sound, and her Aunt Ces with her million moles all over her neck and face. Any other time, any other girl, and I had problems containing myself. I would remember walking in on my parents, imagine my fourth grade teacher, that eighty year old bitch, naked and swinging with her hair blowing in the breeze. This girl though, this Angeline, if she didn't shut up, I would never even have to worry about it. Her nipples were hard and square, like Lincoln Logs sticking out of her chest, and her breasts were like Coke cans.

This whore, she said, "My Aunt Rosa told me that we have this weird gene in our family were we have all of this extra vaginal discharge, but that it's nothing to worry about. She asked the doctor and he said that it's really not all that uncommon. So don't be freaked out or anything, mmmkay?"

The bean burrito with extra cheese and guacamole that I had for dinner - let's just say it didn't taste quite as good the second time around. This woman, she's grabbing my dick and yanking it like there's no tomorrow. She asks me why I'm not hard, if she doesn't make me horny. I lie and say I just had too many drinks.

"Just give it some time. He'll rouse up."

She tightens her fist and pulls harder. With her left hand, she reaches for my balls but ends up slicing my sack with her red broken fingernail instead. I look down and see that I am bleeding. All I can think is Fuck. She notices too and immediately uses her mouth for the only other thing it's good for.

The clock reads 10:13pm. The bleeding has stopped and my dick is purple and sore from her technique. Eugene, that son-of-a-bitch, lied. He went on and on about how good she was with her hands. That stupid schmuck convinced me to give this girl a call. Said she's new, but she's good and needs the money. I"m paying her a hundred bucks, for what? A life story and a cut up ball sack. Sure I'll help. Do whatever you want. Castrate me if you will.

10:24. Angeline says, "I've got a surprise for you baby," and she pulls out this, this thing from a drawer in the nightstand.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's called the Hitachi Wand, and it is amazing."

"You are not sticking that up my ass."

I noticed the song on the radio - it was old R&B, Marvin Gaye I think. The only thing pleasant about the entire evening.

She said something about how it's not just any dildo. She said, "It's the Wand."

Angeline turned on the vibrator on it's lowest speed. I could feel her spelling her own name on my back with it. The song changed to something rap - something shitty - something I definitely could have lived without. I rolled over and she started massaging my dick with the white dildo. Up and down my shaft, down my pubic bone, around my balls and back just touching my asshole. My legs and arms stretched straight, muscles tight to the point of snapping, the blood rushed from my head.

"If you thought that was nice, just you wait and see what else this baby can do." She reached to the base of the dildo and switched the vibrator to high. It turned into a fucking weed eater and just guess what it was trying to chop down. The stupid little bitch lost control of it and let it hit me right on top of my cock.

I screamed and told her to fuck off. That I didn't need whatever else she had to offer. But it was too late.

Angeline was already back on top of me doing her best with her magic wand or whatever with the speed set to kill. It was making sounds like a weed eater makes when you accidentally try to mow down a concrete curb. I could feel tears welling up so I rolled over to find relief. The newbie took this as an opportunity to enter the rear door.

While in a semi-fetal position, I felt her spread my ass apart and put this fucking monster between my legs. I lost it. I snatched the beast from her hands, reared it back like a baseball bat and swung with all my might. It was hard to hold on, vibrating and all, but still I heard her jaw crack as it collided. She fell back across the mess of blankets and hit her head on the wooden nightstand. I put on my pants and wiped the blood from her mouth. I said, "Bitch," and never saw her again.

But really, you didn't want to hear about that.