Lisa Johnson finished her double shift at The Stained Napkin, and fell into an empty booth to count her tips. Sure, Lisa was turning 40, but the years of waiting tables at the local greasy spoon, didnt hinder her sex appeal. It was a good night, and Lisa let out out a husky chuckle, adding up the amount. $230.00!!!!!..." These horny locals fall so easily into my trap. My.....honey trap. This thought made Lisa laugh again, this time it was so hearty a laugh....her flesh lips quaked in their musky panty domaine, and Lisa caught herself allowing the laugh to morph into a primitive moan. " No...not yet"....whispered Lisa...to no one at all. Its not that Lisa was crazy. " Maybe horny crazy", mused our greasy protagonist, and with that.... she let out such a self assured guffaw, that her meow meow expanded, and a sopping kweef resounded into section 3 of the restaurant. This only got Lisa more frenetic. God, how she loved to smell her own gaping waft. An elderly couple looked over at the marinating source of the sex sound. Lisa proudly hoisted herself from her seat, walked by them, fanning herself with the cash, and said......." Thats some juice in my middle, aint it?". Laugh....did they laugh!!!!! Lisa tossed off her dirty apron. " Sorry about the twat burp", she called over her shoulder, and exited into the warm summer air. She peered up at the moon. " oh sister moon......I feel your tidal pull,".....whispered Lisa as she pressed her cheek against the car window, peering into the night sky. " Tonight, I shall honor your ancient power." Within 15 minutes, Lisa was home. The hot water sleuced her taught body. Soapy rivers trickled down the fatty curve of her boob sphere. They continued down here steamy torso, disappearing into the billy goat beard pubic triangle, where her labe lips resided. This was a night for pleasure, and Lisa knew it. I mean...the moon.....the kweef.......the billy goat beard? I ask you! Lisa got out of the shower, and relished the thick summer air, dancing across her naked poony. Carla had just gotten home from work, as well. Carla was Lisa's roommate, gal pal, and right hand diesel dyke. They had been friends since junior high. and they were going on nearly 25 years of Carla wanting to pounce on Lisa's meat situation. It gave Lisa a secret pang of self satisfaction, knowing that Carla ached for her. And she worked it. Sometimes, when Carla was shaving her forearms in the kitchen sink,......Lisa would flounce out of her bedroom, totally nude. She would bend over, and with lightning quick hands....would peel back her cooch cakes. " Carla....? Would you call this color hydrangea mess or baby rat? Im writing an online personal for myself. Carlas eyes dimmed, although she had a clear view of Lisa's wrinkled soul. " I dont know. Why do you need to do an online add?".....grunted the missing link. "Now quit that fuss and come over here and shave my balls." When Lisa entered the livingroom, there was Carla......working on her car engine. Carla looked, somehow....different. Was it the moon? Could Carla feel it too? The energy of the night? Her muscled back rocked to and fro, as she screwed the valve cover into the exhaust port. Lisa felt clear creamy rush, as her panty moose salivated. She strode over to the hulking she male. Lisa flung herself on her back in front of Carla, legs in a perfect V. " You see this?", Lisa mused , accentuating every word with an upward pelvic thrust. " This is your free pass to the zoo, except this monkey doesnt throw doody.....it just throws jizzgasm." The sentence was barely out of Lisa's slut mouth, before all 483 lbs of Carla was lezzing it up, on Lisa's poon piece. Oh my god......you KNOW Lisa loved it, dear reader. Carla's 5 oclock shadow sent her raging clit into a bursting symphony of slip slop sounds. Carla released her own 13 inch clit from her overalls,, and jerked off all over Lisa's slut mouth.
And then all was silent. Silent, except for the chortling reverb from Lisa's tootie. Carla's musky sent hung in the room, and the remaining semen from her mammoth clit, danced down Lisa's flushed face. Lisa stood...wobbly.....and made her way toward her bedroom. " Hey...where you goin' ....Peacock?.....beckoned Carla. Lisa stopped, gripped the side of the door, and slowly turned. She eyed the brute, with a mischievous glimmer. " I have to get some rest. But, before that........I have to give you something." Lisa lowered herself towards the floor, and pushed out a meaty brown loaf from home plate. It plopped onto the hardwood with a weighty promise. Lisa hoisted the steamy log into her hand and hurled it at the Neanderthal victim. Carla caught the fecal onslaught, right in the squared jaw of her caveman like profile. Lisa turned, and as she exited the room said..." welcome to the zoo." She slowly faced Carla, then longingly looked out the window into the dark night. She turned, and as she slowly closed the bedroom door, whispered......" for we are all animals."......
" we are all animals" |
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