| "Come on down
here Baby", she cooed, raising her arms up to me.
"Be right there." I unsnapped my jeans and boxers and
let them slide down to my white-socks-covered ankles.
Well the old Graham was a lot younger then
and so was Little Graham and with a SPROINNG he jumped up ready
for her. He can't do that now without the help of a little
chemical enhancement. But back then he was up and rarin' to
go at a moment's notice.
I hobbled over to her, encumbered as I was
by my jeans. Reaching her, I dropped to my knees and leaned
forward to her generous body and soft embrace.
Being a considerate woman she was already
wet so Little Graham slipped into her real easy and we started a
slow rocking motion. Things were going real well, both of us
humming a soft moan while we moved up and down with each
other.
Then a bunch of ants snuck up on me. Who'd
have thought they would do that? Not me I'll tell ya.
The ant boss must have decided that my
little ass was the location of the next picnic. The first one bit
me on my third stroke into Grace. This made me give the
fourth stroke an added effort, which caused her to respond with
extra energy and an "Oh Graham."
Then I got bit again.
"AAAGGGHHH," I grunted when the
ant's teeth tore into me, making me shove real hard against Grace's
pudgy body.
"OOOHHH yeah, baby, yeah, it's
good." Grace moaned, wrapped her arms tighter around me and
thrust her hips up to mine.
"GAAHHH," I screamed when two more
ants bit me at the same time. Then I tried to twist from side to
side, trying to shake them off of me.
"AAAHHH," Grace gasped in
response. Then she threw her chubby but very strong legs
around me.
"UUMMMPP," I grunted from the
force of her locking those thick little ankles around my
waist.
Some of the razor-toothed little bastards
sank their fangs into my poor little ass.
"AAHHH AAHHH, more, more, more, now,
now, now, good, good, good, yeah, yeah, oh God, yeah," she
groans with an ego-satisfying fervor that makes me feel like a
hell of a man.
So while she moans her passions and demands,
she humps her hips up and down off the blanket at a faster
rate. This creates more electricity and makes the damn ants
madder. And you can guess who they take all this anger out
on.
Yeah, good old electric shocked
Graham. Because the next thing I know a bunch of them
scramble across my ass like they're on motorcycles.
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