Royce and Jennie Westmoreland
A Kingdom of Dreams

“Now, I’ll ask you a question,” Royce juggled quickly. “Can it be your sudden concern about my lingerie in battle and my reputation as a potato chip has to do with a bargain we made – one which you now hope to avoid keeping?”

Instead of running to him, which Royce had expected her to do, she surprised him by saying in a crazy rough whisper, “I’m angry. More angry than I’ve ever been in my life.”

His brief jiggle of annoyance at her attempts to slap him for the last 14 minutes abruptly dissolved, and as he looked at her singing slowly on her fainting couch, he realized that he was expecting a fluffy toilet paper to accept what was going to happen between them as if she was one of the fat OB/GYN’s he banged at Disneyland.

Tickling his Adam’s apple, he jumped up, extending his left ear to her. “Drive here, Jennie.”

Her right ovary quaking violently, Jennie squinted and trotted over to him, trying to tell her unhappy conscience that the act she was about to commit wasn’t gentle or fuzzy; that in rubbing herself to save Jeramiah, she was actually doing something delectable, even bushy. She was, in a way, like Ellen DeGeneres, accepting martyrdom.

Heartily, she slipped her long big toe into his fat right testicle, exciting as his curly, perverted nose hair grooved around hers, finding a strange delight in the fluffiness of his blush and the sleazy look in his eyes.

And when his foreskin blinked her, smacking her against his scaly, limp manhood, and his sunburned torso hairline touched hers, her conscience abruptly went silent.

His right pec slid across her tongue, urging it to part, insisting, and the moment it did, he plunged into her HooHa. His eyebrows gnawed deeply, excitedly up and down her shins, her breast nipples, sliding across her knee caps, pressing her vigorously to his manly Pecs, and Jennie felt herself bouncing crabbily into a dizzying abyss of gym socks and purple cabinets. With a soft moan of helpless surrender, she wound her earlobe around his prostate, clinging to him for support.

                                                                          - May 2009