a short story
Marlayna woke up with a start, the putrid smell of her last rancid bedfart enough to wake even a sloth like her. Her watering eyes spoke volumes about the previous night, the stench of semi digested macca's mixed with several hours old cum reminded her of the nights events.
Might be time to move town again she thought to herself, in her usual insipid manner. Yep this one was just about fucked out and once the last barfly has blown it's time to hit the road.
Memories of the events of the previous night were slowly coming back. Looking at her cum encrusted face in the mirror, she idly realized that it was the first time she had taken on eight drunken niggers. They had all left earlier than was planned of course, same old story, get them home, barflys, niggers, who or whatever - then they find out what a useless root she was. Even the Alsation had run away up the road yipping after shooting its load.
Well, she'd done the rounds now, last nights efforts having started in the last of the dingy "grab a granny" dives that was in this town. Yep, time for a new town.
A hefty thump, clump and bang down the stairs, followed by the sound of leftover maccas being microwaved for brekky announced the awakening of sweet little Amy. Amy was her pride and joy, 340kg of pure perfection, her daughter. Amy was awake early this morning, it was only 1030 am, must be a sign.
Amy was a bit big for her age, and known to eat a fair bit, but she was big boned. Plus, when 340kg of shapeless lump wants to empty the fridge who was she to argue, when a pig has to eat, it has to fucken eat. Yep, time to move, Amy eating the neighbors pets was probably an omen of things to come.
The urvan was loaded in no time at all, pretty easy with heaps of practise. Amy was safely snuggled up with a bucket of kentucky duck, should keep her going till lunch. Marlayna was still full from all the cum she had gobbled down during the night before, well from every night in the last six months in this town to tell the truth.
And they were off.
Not far out of town they came across the gorges, high and windswept. The dry pockmarked rocks cast Marlayna's mind back to the image of her dry saggy cunt reflecting out from amongst her morning movement in the dunny bowl. Something stirred within, a deeper memory, of jumping from a cliff - she pulled over, the urvan groaning in protest at the abuse Amy was giving the overworked suspension.
A jutting outcrop was off to the side, looming over the valley and providing a magnificant vantage point to stand on. Amy was still snacking on the mcduck, gotta keep her strength up, so Marlayna slid her cellulosed legs out of the urvan. Her arse made obscene sucking noises as the last of the anal blast she had recieved relinquished its sticky grip on the seat which it had been dribbling onto.
She stood on the edge, a voice said jump ...but she fought the impulse with uncharacteristic willpower. A wheezing lump appeared beside her - "Hi Amy".
The voice said jump, in a louder tone, they looked at each other - rat faced mole and fat pig, and the jutting outcrop - which had withstood the weight of behomoths upon it - broke off and dashed them into a slimy mess of maccas, mcduck, cum and shit on the rocks below.
Oh well, shit happens.
(this is a work of fiction (made up stuff you know) Any resemblance to persons real or deceased is purely accidental. If the contents offend you - guess what? Fuck off.)
Might be time to move town again she thought to herself, in her usual insipid manner. Yep this one was just about fucked out and once the last barfly has blown it's time to hit the road.
Memories of the events of the previous night were slowly coming back. Looking at her cum encrusted face in the mirror, she idly realized that it was the first time she had taken on eight drunken niggers. They had all left earlier than was planned of course, same old story, get them home, barflys, niggers, who or whatever - then they find out what a useless root she was. Even the Alsation had run away up the road yipping after shooting its load.
Well, she'd done the rounds now, last nights efforts having started in the last of the dingy "grab a granny" dives that was in this town. Yep, time for a new town.
A hefty thump, clump and bang down the stairs, followed by the sound of leftover maccas being microwaved for brekky announced the awakening of sweet little Amy. Amy was her pride and joy, 340kg of pure perfection, her daughter. Amy was awake early this morning, it was only 1030 am, must be a sign.
Amy was a bit big for her age, and known to eat a fair bit, but she was big boned. Plus, when 340kg of shapeless lump wants to empty the fridge who was she to argue, when a pig has to eat, it has to fucken eat. Yep, time to move, Amy eating the neighbors pets was probably an omen of things to come.
The urvan was loaded in no time at all, pretty easy with heaps of practise. Amy was safely snuggled up with a bucket of kentucky duck, should keep her going till lunch. Marlayna was still full from all the cum she had gobbled down during the night before, well from every night in the last six months in this town to tell the truth.
And they were off.
Not far out of town they came across the gorges, high and windswept. The dry pockmarked rocks cast Marlayna's mind back to the image of her dry saggy cunt reflecting out from amongst her morning movement in the dunny bowl. Something stirred within, a deeper memory, of jumping from a cliff - she pulled over, the urvan groaning in protest at the abuse Amy was giving the overworked suspension.
A jutting outcrop was off to the side, looming over the valley and providing a magnificant vantage point to stand on. Amy was still snacking on the mcduck, gotta keep her strength up, so Marlayna slid her cellulosed legs out of the urvan. Her arse made obscene sucking noises as the last of the anal blast she had recieved relinquished its sticky grip on the seat which it had been dribbling onto.
She stood on the edge, a voice said jump ...but she fought the impulse with uncharacteristic willpower. A wheezing lump appeared beside her - "Hi Amy".
The voice said jump, in a louder tone, they looked at each other - rat faced mole and fat pig, and the jutting outcrop - which had withstood the weight of behomoths upon it - broke off and dashed them into a slimy mess of maccas, mcduck, cum and shit on the rocks below.
Oh well, shit happens.
(this is a work of fiction (made up stuff you know) Any resemblance to persons real or deceased is purely accidental. If the contents offend you - guess what? Fuck off.)
posted by rackorf at 5:33 AM
8 Comments:
Seems I've made quite an impression on you, my dear. You are talented at ascertaining so many real-life details about me on the net - impressed I am!
There is a message for you on my blog....
I love this story - it got me so wet and horny. Thanks baby!
Hey Amy, did you know that there is a difference between 'fart' and 'bedfart'? I'm actually learning from these posts. Guess that means there are such things as 'carfarts', 'chairfarts', 'windfarts' and the like.
Still wondering what maccas is though.....
Glad that you'se enjoyed it, I have no idea what you mean about real life details though, must be a co-incidence.
maccas would be McDonalds.
Thanks for the message on your site but
by the photos of your arse it didn't look too bad and certainly not what I would've called fat, nice sentiment though. (unfortunately my comments there do not often get posted for some reason, so I'll put one here instead).
Glad that you got all soggy Amy. Enjoy.
Blogger misbehaves at times, as you must know.....
I'm always wet for you baby :) And Marlayna, you got one fine ass there. Must be why Rackorf is stalking ya.
That was a scary story, Rockorf. And that picture of whatever that was...
You really live in Western Australia?
The only things I know about Australia:
1. a long time ago, it was once attached a long time ago to Antarctica (and one day it will link up with what is now Alaska ... a long time from now)
2. Your Outback is a vast, arid interior ... our Outback in America is a steak restaurant chain.
3. QANTAS: Queensland and Northern Territorial Aerial Services (or something like that)
4. Lotsa kangaroos and koalas.
5. Steve Irwin
Oh, and 6. A prime minister you once had put his hand on Queen Elizabeth II's backside, causing indigestion back in England.
Ahh. The outback. A vast arid interior, well most of the time. I was up north a couple of months ago - around Meekatharra amongst other places - and there was just about an inland sea laying amoungst the wildflowers. Still nice and isolated though.
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