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Jed's BBQ
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)
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A couple of good ol' boys encounter Succubi. (MF,
humor)
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A quiet day it was for me and the misses was out of
sorts again, bitchin’ about most and anything that came
to mind assuming she had one. I done called Bobby Ray
as the sun was apt to set over the bayou and we jumped
into the old International for some crawdadin’.
The skeeters were particularly nasty and the heat was
sweltering even after the quiet set in, but the two
sixes kept us buzzin’ while we was swattin’ and diggin’
in the muck. It weren’t ‘till we popped open our last
brews that Bobby seen a light flickering in old Jed’s
homestead which weren’t that weird except for his
unfortunate death some months back.
We just figured it was some old poacher until we seen
several more glows coming from the all around inside
the place. Since most poachers done stay kind of hid so
as not to arouse the local green shirts that be always
looking for that sort of thing, we done decided to have
like a sneaky look around.
We snuck up nice an quiet and peeked through the window
in back and there were the two most stunning baby
makers we done ever laid eyes on. They was chantin’ and
swayin’ and mumblin’ like billy bullfrog in the heat of
mating season.
One of the wenches got sort of stiff and stared right
at where we be crouchin’ an Bobby Ray went white and
knee knockin’ while I done bolted headlong into the
stickle berries. My heart was banging so hard I thought
it would bust but it didn’t.
Next thing I know, this knockout wench was in front of
where I was laying with eyes that glowed green like
Aunt Ida’s rotten fried green tomatoes in mustard
sauce. She had these little horn like things coming out
of her head and a tail with a little shovel like thing
at the end.
She was smilin’ like my old lady when she gets one up
on me and her ta-ta’s were too good to be true. They
stuck out straight and firm with the little knobbies
juttin out like a baby’s dick. She was hot and I was
sweating like a pig and kinda smelled like one too.
Then like magic or something, Bobby Ray and I was in
Jed’s place laying in the middle of a bunch of candles
in a circle and we was stark naked as jay birds. The
two wenches were standing over us, gloating and
salivating like two vultures with these weird glowing
green eyes.
Bobby Ray was mumbling all kinds of nonsensical
gibberish and I could see where he done peed himself
but I couldn’t move none. I just watched the tail on
the wench close to me as it twitched back and forth
like it had a mind of it’s own and wondered why all the
hair was gone from her snatch.
She seen me lookin’ at her and stopped mumbling long
enough to grab my meat and start rubbing it up and down
in a way that made it load up really fast. She had
skill with them meat mashers that had these long nails
that weren’t polished very good. She swung one of her
endless legs over me and ever so slowly lowered herself
down, guiding my one-eyed penetrator into her hole
until it was completely swallowed to the hilt.
Gawd was she tight and had the moves and muscles to get
me goin’! She started moanin’ and pantin’ and droolin’
like some sort of depraved nympho; clutchin’ and
tuggin’ at my meat liken to rip it out from its roots.
It kinda hurt but it done felt real good, so I clenched
my teeth and let her go to town. Seems like she wasn’t
all that keen into my feelin’s about the whole thing,
but most looneys aren’t.
I glanced over at Bobby Ray, and he was going through
much the same thing, but he wasn’t too happy. His eyes
were squished shut and his teeth were clenched like he
was plugged up with a beer keg. Guess many guys would
want to be where we were, but now that we were there,
we didn’t want it no more – if you know what I mean.
She started hunkerin’ down faster and harder now and I
could tell she was getting’ ready to do the rod rumba
by the ways she was panting and snorting. With the way
my nuts were boiling and getting slammed into the dirt,
I knew they wouldn’t be holding their load much longer
neither.
As my bag squeezed the seed from my nuts, I done got
this weird feeling like something was getting stuck
down my pee hole and slidin’ down the inside of my
meat. So far things had gone OK but I weren’t liking
the feelin’ of something going in where I knows it
should be coming out. My seed didn’t pay no mind
though, and just kept on a coming, tearing through my
pee shooter like a freight train with the throttle
stuck wide open.
She shrieked liked my misses when she done bore LeRoy,
and started shaking and rutting and salivating all over
the place, while I kept pumping her hole like no
tomorrow but nothing was coming out! The damn thing
inside my meat must have been sucking everything out,
and it kept suckin’ and suckin until I felt my nuts a
quivering and my strength just done getting sucked
away.
Again I looked over at Bobby and he was shaking and
quaking and I knowed that he was getting drained like
me. I tried to get scared but I was too damn tired and
kinda like just gave up knowing that I was in some kind
of cum heaven - worse ways to go, if you know what I
mean.
About that time, the beans and cabbage that the misses
had served up was done fermented and decided to part
company; so with a thunder roll that burnt like a fresh
lit ladyfinger, it blowed out my butt and KABLAM – we
be talking fireworks like Uncle’s gas station when it
done blowed up last year. I guess there was one of them
lit candles too close to my butt!
I looked up at the nympho wench and she was swatting at
her flaming hair like she got her head caught in a
hornets nest. My arms and legs were free, and I throwed
her off a me and followed Bobby out the door, screaming
like banshees as we power dove into the swamp.
Jed’s place was like a roaring BBQ, so we grabbed our
crawdads and lit out for home never looking back. The
misses weren’t too happy to see me nekid but I told her
we ditched our rags on account of all the stinky mud
and she calmed down and gave me a brew. Guess it went
OK for Bobby too because he wasn’t sleeping on the
couch when I staggered out of the rack the next
morning.
Bobby and me don’t talk about what happened at Jed’s
place. Methinks the wenches went back from where they
came. The green shirts did stop by and asked us about
what happened but we said we don’t know nothing so the
left. I hear they busted the moon shiners over by the
old mill the other night.
It’s a shame because they made some wicked brew and
never minded giving us a sample when we’d go check them
out. The misses still bitches a lot but my weed is
budding now so I don’t really give a rat’s ass anyway.
She takes good care of little LeRoy and give good head
whenever she’s feels like it.
I do think about the green eyed wench ever once in
awhile. She was like the second best lay I ever had
outside of my cousin Ginny who done lost her cherry to
me. Ginny didn’t have horns and a tail that wagged but
she weren’t very cute, especially with her buck teeth
gone.
I’ll tell you about that some other time if you want to
hear about it – nobody else does.
END
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