Tales of a Drunken Degenerate, part eleven, Love in all the Wrong Places.
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You're feeling pretty good after the food and the beer and the narrow escape from certain death. You really thought you were a dead man back there, and that scared the shit out of you. So maybe you don't want to kill yourself after all. Good to know.
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"I owe you one baby, you fucking saved my life back there you psycho bitch. No shit." You reach over and give her right breast an affectionate squeeze. "When I saw you were gone I thought for sure that you'd run out on me and left me all alone." "Shit no" she says, smiling at you, "What kind of a shoplifting, coke snorting, gun toting whore do you think I am anyway?" She pulls into the deserted parking lot of a nearby grocery store. "What are you stopping here for?" you ask. "You said you owe me one right? Well it's time to pay up sucka." She puts the car in park and then reaches over to touch your naughty place.
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"I'm sorry baby but I don't think my magnificent dong is ready for a repeat performance quite yet. It's still a little sore." A lot sore is more like it. "No worries, I'll just suck your cock then." This chick seems to really love giving you head, and after saving your ass the way she did, you're in no position to argue. "You smoke this" she says, handing you a joint she pulls out of the ashtray, "and let me do my thing."
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You fire up the jay and she starts to do her thing. It hurts a little, so while you're perfectly able to maintain an erection, you have time to smoke the joint down to a tiny roach, and you're not even close to cumming. You are totally baked however, and feeling a rather giddy so you decide to have a little fun with Wal-Mart girl and play some Tonsil Ball. Tonsil Ball is played by thrusting your hips when a girl is going down on you to see how far back in her throat you can get your shaft. She of course eventually gags and gets pissed off, at which point you apologize profusely and then do it again a few seconds later.
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You give her an experimental little stab, and she remains unfazed. You try it again a few seconds later, putting a little more hip thrust into it. This time she looks up at you and rolls her eyes before continuing her work. Again you give her just a bit more, and this time she gags a little, but keeps going. So you go for the deep throat, thinking she can handle it, and she gags and then proceeds to spew the bulk of her stomach contents onto your cock and balls. Your lap is now a warm puddle of regurgitation; cheap booze and greasy food and a little white thing you're pretty sure is a partially dissolved birth control pill. She sits up, still heaving, and a fresh stream of vomitus hits you in the chest with enough force to splash up onto your face. A drop goes into your mouth, and that sets you off, you hurl up the burger, fries, and beer, and add it to the mix.
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She's crying, but you're in no mood to comfort her just now, despite the fact that this is all your doing. You get out of the car and rip the hospital gown off, using the back to wipe off your face. You feel a little better. "It's okay." you tell her, "move over and let me drive, we'll go to my house and get cleaned up." You're less than half way to your house and you start to suspect you may not be able to make it there without tossing your cookies again, the smell is horrifyingly putrid, even with the windows down. You're passing the public golf course when you have an idea. You pull over and park on the side of the road. "Come on" you say to her, getting out of the car, "follow me." She does, reluctantly.
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There's no fence around this particular golf course, and the sprinklers are on. You lead her out onto the grass where she strips down. The two of you rinse off under the industrial sprinkler head, it's cold and there's so much water pressure it's actually a little painful, but neither of you complains.
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Looking at her, standing there naked on the 8th green, you realize that she really is quite beautiful. She shivers, cold, and you go to her and put your arms around her. She responds, and then the two of you are kissing passionately, tasting each others digestive fluids and loving it. You lower her to the grass and proceed to make love to her. Real love. It lasts a long time, because every thirty seconds or so the sprinkler comes back around again and shoots a stream of icy cold water straight into your ass.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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