Skeet River
So I shot this mega hot load out my salmon-colored cock that splashed up my chest and neck and chin and even up my motherfucking mouth and nose and my closed eyes got gummed together too but I managed to aim down and away from me and it was like I was holding onto a writhing snake trying to keep the snap away from my tender flesh but either way I was erupting so much and so forcefully that my tub was filling up with the white cream and I would have been scared if not for the fact that I was in ecstasy complete heaven my brain-body tingling my whole everything quivering like a freshly shot arrow so I didn’t give shit one that the cum spilled over the sides of the tub and the foundation of my bathroom was beginning to seize and crack and shit I was seizing and cracking it felt like my soul had been tapped into like I was a maple tree and out came this nut of prodigious amount and I’m now swimming in this thing and wow! there goes the floor everything splashing down into the mud room beneath and now I’m covered bodily in this thing and I can barely use my mouth or nose to breathe without slurping in this cock brewed mucus but hey it’s smooth and sweet like the tapioca my momma used to make so I drink it up best as I can and anyways my hands are still on my stone-hard member and I’m moving it back and forth like a rudder and that’s working remarkably well which I’m thankful for because the mud room is now filling up and jackets and boots and food from the opened pantry next to the coat closet are all floating around me and oh shit there goes the window in the door leading to my backyard and like liquid through a tight funnel I’m expunged out in an explosive wet arc like a diarrhea shit or a red-hot pimple pop and the winter air is no concern because I’m in a womb-like bath of my own creation though it steams the moment the February air meets it and I’m thinking the cleanup all of this is going to take but I’m still shooting can you fucking believe it and this self-made lake congealing on my dead lawn takes on further life and continues to expand and elongate and I try to wipe the dumb smile off my face but I’m still cumming baby and I don’t want to stop and I think it knows I think it has a mind of its own and I just accept that and lean back and enjoy the ride for what it is on skeet river.
“How’s it?” asked my wife who came in without knocking, the bitch.
The dildo slid out my ass. Semen pooled in my naval, like milk in a bowl of cereal. I grinned and that was answer enough.
