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Ben Christopher’s cock was already hard as he made his way down Mill Street to Lucy’s house. He’d been making that same walk twice a month, every pay day, for three months. This night he’d had a few extra beers after work, so his mouth watered even more at the thought of what he was about to see.
Thirty bucks was a lot to pay to see Lucy make violent, cunt-to-cunt love with whoever her current girl-friend lover was, but it was worth it. After the sessions watching Lucy and another chick get it on good, he could always go home and fuck the shit out of his own wife, Angela.
He wondered why his big-titted wife hated to fuck him so much. Shit, he had a big cock to satisfy her with. Christ, none of the other cunts he fucked seemed to bitch about it. But Angela always got real hot to go and then just faded in the middle.
He mounted Lucy’s porch, took a quick pull from the flask, and rang her bell.
Lucy Waters answered the bell. She was a tall, slim woman with small breasts and a cruel mouth. Sometime, Ben thought, I’d like to throw my meat into her and see if she actually hates men as much as she says.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.