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Authors: Lexi Maxxwell
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suction cup on the back. So he got naked then onto all fours in the tub and backed up. Autumn watched, nudging things into place as needed. It was a lot like watching a driver trying to squeeze into a tiny on-street parallel parking spot.
“A little more to the left,” she said. “Okay, now straight back. Wait… hold up. You have a snag. Go forward a little.”
Autumn was also in charge of lubrication. She used half of a bottle of KY Jelly working the curved part inside and the second half working past the little release on the top that would turn on the shower overhead if you pulled it up. But finally, Vick was fully impaled on the faucet and sighing with an almost shocking (even for Autumn) contentment, his giant cock hard and quivering on its own, as if this faucet had been his great white whale.
Vick started writhing and Autumn reached down and began working his fuckstick, secretly afraid he would tell her to turn on the water. It would be the most extreme enema ever. How extreme of an enema could a person take before it killed them?
Autumn wiggled onto her back, totally naked, and slid down under Vick backward and upside down, until his dick was tapping her on the chin like it wanted to tell her something. She craned her neck up and started to work it. Vick was ready. Very ready. He came almost immediately, then implored her to keep going — he wanted to cum again. Autumn, aware of how deviant she herself felt after assisting in such sexual atrocities, continued to pump Vick’s dick, working it with both hands, her legs dangling over the sides of the tub with her pussy spread wide. Vick made her worries vanish by burying his face in her cunt and making her cum, then he came again and Autumn felt like she’d been waterboarded with his spoo. That thought made her cum again, and she swallowed his giant load. They sat for a while, thoroughly satisfied.
So this was what it took to get off in the Internet age.
After a minute or two of afterglow, Autumn wiggled out of the tub and Vick began moving forward to extricate himself, shortly declaring himself stuck.
“How can I be stuck?” he said.
Autumn, thinking of that little knob on the top of the faucet and how hard it had been to get past it, said, “How can you not be stuck?”
“You’ve got to get me off,” said Vick.
Autumn pointed at his flagging and still-dripping cock. “I just got you off. Twice.”
“Off the faucet.” He seemed extremely nervous all of a sudden. Autumn found it hard to believe this was the first time he’d gotten stuck on something, but it sounded that way.
“Oh. Sure.” So she tried, using her fingers, but it was nothing doing. His ass had closed for business, except that there was a faucet in the way.
“This is like a band of metal,” she said, tugging at his asshole. “Like Iron Maiden.”
Vick’s demeanor shifted 180 degrees. “Don’t fucking make jokes!”
“All right, I’m sorry. But seriously, you’re like, distorting the shape of this thing, you’re clenching it so hard. Nothing’s budging.”
“Oh shit. Oh shit.” Vick started to panic, which made his ass tighter. Autumn tried squeezing lube along the edges, but nothing worked. Vick’s ass had gone on strike.
“Hang on,” Autumn said, then ran to fetch something, returning a few seconds later.
He screamed, “YOU CAN’T USE A SHOEHORN ON MY ASSHOLE!”
“Would you rather stay there forever? My friend has this thing on her faucet that looks like an alligator head, so her kids can laugh at how the water comes out of an alligator’s mouth. Maybe you want to be like that? I could send the kids over to see where the water comes out of you?”
“Fine. Use the shoehorn,” he spat. Vick sounded angry, turning into the asshole version Autumn couldn’t stand, as if this were all her fault. She tried shoving the shoehorn around the edges, and managed to get in, but there was no way she was
“A little more to the left,” she said. “Okay, now straight back. Wait… hold up. You have a snag. Go forward a little.”
Autumn was also in charge of lubrication. She used half of a bottle of KY Jelly working the curved part inside and the second half working past the little release on the top that would turn on the shower overhead if you pulled it up. But finally, Vick was fully impaled on the faucet and sighing with an almost shocking (even for Autumn) contentment, his giant cock hard and quivering on its own, as if this faucet had been his great white whale.
Vick started writhing and Autumn reached down and began working his fuckstick, secretly afraid he would tell her to turn on the water. It would be the most extreme enema ever. How extreme of an enema could a person take before it killed them?
Autumn wiggled onto her back, totally naked, and slid down under Vick backward and upside down, until his dick was tapping her on the chin like it wanted to tell her something. She craned her neck up and started to work it. Vick was ready. Very ready. He came almost immediately, then implored her to keep going — he wanted to cum again. Autumn, aware of how deviant she herself felt after assisting in such sexual atrocities, continued to pump Vick’s dick, working it with both hands, her legs dangling over the sides of the tub with her pussy spread wide. Vick made her worries vanish by burying his face in her cunt and making her cum, then he came again and Autumn felt like she’d been waterboarded with his spoo. That thought made her cum again, and she swallowed his giant load. They sat for a while, thoroughly satisfied.
So this was what it took to get off in the Internet age.
After a minute or two of afterglow, Autumn wiggled out of the tub and Vick began moving forward to extricate himself, shortly declaring himself stuck.
“How can I be stuck?” he said.
Autumn, thinking of that little knob on the top of the faucet and how hard it had been to get past it, said, “How can you not be stuck?”
“You’ve got to get me off,” said Vick.
Autumn pointed at his flagging and still-dripping cock. “I just got you off. Twice.”
“Off the faucet.” He seemed extremely nervous all of a sudden. Autumn found it hard to believe this was the first time he’d gotten stuck on something, but it sounded that way.
“Oh. Sure.” So she tried, using her fingers, but it was nothing doing. His ass had closed for business, except that there was a faucet in the way.
“This is like a band of metal,” she said, tugging at his asshole. “Like Iron Maiden.”
Vick’s demeanor shifted 180 degrees. “Don’t fucking make jokes!”
“All right, I’m sorry. But seriously, you’re like, distorting the shape of this thing, you’re clenching it so hard. Nothing’s budging.”
“Oh shit. Oh shit.” Vick started to panic, which made his ass tighter. Autumn tried squeezing lube along the edges, but nothing worked. Vick’s ass had gone on strike.
“Hang on,” Autumn said, then ran to fetch something, returning a few seconds later.
He screamed, “YOU CAN’T USE A SHOEHORN ON MY ASSHOLE!”
“Would you rather stay there forever? My friend has this thing on her faucet that looks like an alligator head, so her kids can laugh at how the water comes out of an alligator’s mouth. Maybe you want to be like that? I could send the kids over to see where the water comes out of you?”
“Fine. Use the shoehorn,” he spat. Vick sounded angry, turning into the asshole version Autumn couldn’t stand, as if this were all her fault. She tried shoving the shoehorn around the edges, and managed to get in, but there was no way she was
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