Teacher’s Pet_(2)

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My balls are hanging comfortably now. They got up with me at 6:30 in the a.m. I took them to the diner down the street. I got a seat at the counter and as I sat, the crotch of my boxer shorts rode up on me and pinched my loose sweaty nut sack . I suffered much discomfort as I ordered the eggs over medium, sausage patty, cheesy hash browns and coffee. I got up after ordering and adjusted as I picked up a newspaper I pretended to have an interest in. My sack hung loose and free as I made my way back to my counter seat.

Suddenly a Bruce Springsteen song came on the radio station that was playing in the diner. This made my balls feel huge an manly. I knew that if I didn’t make it back to my seat by the chorus, I would need a wheel barrel to cart my balls back in.

The walk had done me good. My balls were free from constraint, cool, comfortable and sanguine. I ate, left a good tip and exited the establishment.

As I walked out of the diner towards the parking lot, I chance recalled when I started Junior high school and one of the items on the list of supplies for incoming 7th graders was an athletic supporter. My mom took my to the downtown sport shop and bought me a bike athletic supporter. It smelled like rubbery like a new tire. It would provide scrotal support especially in athletic or other strenuous vigorous physical activity. It made my balls feel snug and secure. Not only were my genitalia covered, my genitalia were contained.

I got into my vehicle, scratched my balls and sniffed my fingers. They smelled like dank stale cunt, ammonia, limburger and, old sweat socks. Suddenly, my cellular phone‘s ring tone alerted me to the fact that I had what is referred to in the telecommunications industry as an incoming call. I looked at the caller identification and decided not to answer the call. It was an acquaintance of mine named Walker. Walter had a new girlfriend named Jenny.

Jenny was short, with short curly blond hair. She must have weighed at least 300 pounds On a good day, Jenny smelled like bacon, sour milk vinegar and old trout. Walter met her in the Wal-Mart where he worked. She asked him to help her get a female feminine hygiene product from on of the upper shelves. Walter had many times described how he fell in love with her right then and there as she sat in the motorized fatty cart with a slight smile on her round pretty pudge face.

Walter was no fun anymore.

Looking back to when I was a younger man, I at one point in my life found myself using a hairdryer to thoroughly dry my balls and inner thigh area after showering before applying a topical antifungal medication on to my itchy red burning cracked peeling and flaking nut sack and inner thigh which had been infected with a common fungal infection called tinea cruris. I was utilizing that hairdryer as a tool to accomplish a task I had set for myself as part of a disciplined program bayburt escort to rid myself of the tinea cruris. I was not utilizing the hairdryer in the manner or for the purpose for which it was initially designed. While the hairdryer could be said to have been designed for the purpose of drying hair, was it meant to be used to dry pubic hair and the groin region before applying a topical antifungal medication ? What would Jesus think? Better still, what would Jesus do if faced he had an itchy red burning cracked peeling and flaking nut sack?

It seemed that I was doing the same thing with my cellular telephone. I was using it to not talk to Walter. That is not what the cellular telephone is designed to be used for.

Meanwhile in Cleveland, Sandra got out of bed and started to take off her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown. Sandra was always teacher’s pet and the criss-cross, floral lace trim at the bodice made her feel as sexy as comfort allows. She slipped one of the silky straps off her shoulder, then the other. The alluring silky satin stretch delicate decorative floral lace trim cups of the light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown fell, exposing her big nippled breasts. It was obvious to look at Sandra that the good Lord had blessed her with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. A male would want to procreate with Sandra and once the aforementioned male got Sandra’s big nippled breasts out of her big nipple brassiere, he would have an enhanced feeling of arousal and would want to put the big nipples into his mouth and suck upon them as he rubbed his rock hard penal boner into her mons deferens region. In this way, perhaps Sandra’s stench trench would become sufficiently lubricated so as to allow the male’s penal boner entry into her quivering quim where he would be able to shoot a load of baby batter into her bearded clammy gash perhaps impregnating Sandra. If that were the case, that baby would receive ample nourishment from those big nipples.

Sandra let her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown slide off of her body. As she reached for her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim, Sandra caught a fleeting glimpse of her cleanly shaven tampon socket. Sandra had shaved her meat wallet the night before, and she was a little surprised at the sight in the morning light. Her vaginal lips were all bunched up like a loose meat sandwich, but Sandra thought her fish tunnel taco looked cute.

“Oh my gosh golly goodness” exclaimed Sandra, “I have huge nipples and as I was reaching for my pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim I caught a fleeting glimpse of my cleanly shaven tampon socket. I was bilecik escort a little surprised at the sight in the morning light. My snapper looks like a cute loose meat sandwich! My fish tunnel taco looks so yummers! It’s total romance!”

As Sandra put on her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim, she thought about where she could go with her neatly shaven hatchet wound. She wanted to take her cleanly shaven bear trap to town and show it off.

Sandra’s hot box may have been a dripping delta; a chuff box bat cave; a whiskerless honey cave lobster pot, but Sandra couldn’t forget her relationship with the lord Jesus. When she was a little girl, Sandra’s aunt Millie told her that hell was worse than having cancer and being raped by wild dogs forever. Sandra didn’t know what being raped by wild dogs was at the time, but she knew that cancer was very bad. Sandra understood more now. She knew the devil Satan Beelzebub had a huge warty penis and lava like ejaculate. Sandra had no need for that in the afterlife. Sandra’s cunt always reminded her of Jesus.

Sandra put on her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets. She decided not to wear panties so that her shaved coochie would be easily displayed. Sandra knew that she shouldn’t be too quick about displaying her coose pot. In a social situation, it could attract competing males who would vie for her attention by trying to be witty or interesting. The males would each like to be alone with her so they could expose her felted mound in such a way as to insert their erect rock hard penises into it. Then they would repeatedly thrust at the pelvis so as to penetrate the vagi-twat deeply and pull almost out repeatedly until such a time when the male would shoot a load of man paste into Sandra’s cum dumpster. If too many men were competing for her tuna tunnel, a fight could ensue.

Suddenly Sandra had dry mouth, blurred vision, a dizziness that could have resulted in fainting. Sandra felt the need to vomit. Sandra projectile vomited. Puke ended up on the 100% nylon fiber carpet with soil and stain protection. The tight twist of the carpet resisted changes in appearance and texture Sandra’s tossed cookies might have otherwise caused on a less dense carpet. Sandra would appreciate the difference when she cleaned up.

Luckily for Sandra, the fact that her spew shot so far out of her mouth meant that it completely missed her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets. She wouldn’t have to change. She could wear her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, burdur escort hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets and her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim. Sandra decided to pray.

“Oh Jesus,” began Sandra, “I know my huge nipples are the cross I carry through this life. Please make bra manufacturers realize the profit potential and manufacture more big nipple brassieres. Now, I am so proud of my cleanly shaven honey hole that I am afraid you will damn me to hell for all eternity. My pride and my vanity are my weakness and I ask for your help and forgiveness because it’s not like you’re really Jewish. Amen.

Sandra was suddenly hit by a wave of flatulence. She farted a musky dank egg-like slightly fruity pooter. She wondered if Charlemagne knew that pope Leo III was planning on crowning him Imperator Augustus on December 25 800 A.D.

The phone rang and startled Sandra who fainted and fell impaling herself through the eye. She didn’t answer the phone because the impalement through the eye thing killed her.

Soon thereafter her youth minister and his two Christian friends stopped over to see Sandra and discovered her dead impaled through the eye body with her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets pulled up over her waist and exposing her cleanly shaven tampon socket and her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim.

After praying to Jesus over her dead body, her youth minister and his two Christian friends decided to check out Sandra’s tits. They slid her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets the rest of the way up, exposing her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim. It was obvious to them as they looked at Sandra that the good Lord had blessed her with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. Sandra’s youth minister adjusted her big nipple brassiere so her big nipples were plainly visible. All three of the young christian males wanted to procreate with Sandra now that they had gotten Sandra’s big nippled breasts out of her big nipple brassiere. They had an enhanced feeling of arousal and wanted to put her big nipples into their mouths and suck upon them as they rubbed their rock hard penal boners into her mons deferens region, and that is just what they did. Lucky for them, Sandra’s stench trench was sufficiently lubricated for her youth minister and his two Christian friend’s penal boners to non consenually enter into her quivering quim where they each shot a load of baby batter into her dead bearded clammy gash. It was their first time for this. Then they tossed each other’s salad ass to mouth old school style.

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