Bouncy

by B. Sobjakken

Every jump swung the giant schlong between his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination about his weapon of mass vaginal destruction.

Pinching my lip discreetly, I pull away a loose hair. It’s a hazard of wading my way through the jungle.

“You’re talking about my lady garden? The one I grow organically between my legs?”

“I have to shave the hair around your other hole too. You’ll feel the weeds in front of your mud dungeon if it’s not pruned as well.”

“Then lemme shave your stink wrinkle first, and then I’ll have my buffet of muff pie.”

I nod, arching my hips so the crown of His Majesty slides down my unprotected pink palace.

My eyes widen at the noise so similar to flatulence even though I know for a fact my buttcheeks aren’t flapping. Tears water in my eyes as I blink up at him. “That wasn’t…I didn’t—“ “Shhh, baby,” he says, his hand pressing down on my lower stomach. He surges forward another inch. “Your tight, tiny canal is emptying for me. It’s my victory horn.”

His pace is relentless, I barely hear the second fart-like noise over the slapping of our skin. I don’t have time to feel humiliated as Callum groans. “Fuck, keep that pussy tootin’. Make room for my baby gravy, love.”

“I’m already hard again just at the thought of the smashed cherry bits smeared all over me. I’ll be patient before plowing your field, I don’t want to damage my favorite crop.”

I’m gonna fill you with my milky offering and you’re gonna accept it. Give me our spawn as promised.”

“One day soon, these are going to leak with boobie broth and I’m gonna guzzle it down all day,”