vhs popping

Rachel, Sandra and Kim sat in the attic of Kim’s house, looking through a box of her mother’s old belongings. She’d mysteriously left her and her dad when she was still a kid and never explained why or where she was going. And all that was left in this old box her stuff was some shoes, a few old non-fiction books and this weird VHS tape, with the words “PUSSY #POP#” scrawled over the label.

The problem was the tape must’ve had a drink spilled over it or something, it was sticky and clung to the bottom of the cardboard box.

“Okay, let’s hit play on this tape thing,” said Kim. Leaning back into a big blue beanbag chair.

Rachel and Sandra sat on the nearby couch. Sandra fiddling with a can of soda as they it play one the tape.

Filling the screen with blue… and then black. Scratchy noises came from the tape as it continued to play… and nothing else.

“Kim… I think the moths ate it,” Rachel said.

“Jeez moths don’t eat tapes Rachel that’s dumb,” Sandra answered.

“It probably got wiped when it had cola spilled over it. The tapeheads were all gunked up when we found it..”

Then a garbled voice played out through the old television set they’d hooked up to that cheap VCR they’d found in a thrift shop.

“Oh...OH fuuuckk its gonnna comee out!”


*POP*

“Sandra don’t spill anything on my couch!” yelled Kim from her place by the VCR.

Sandra just looked around, “I didn’t do anything… besides that didn’t sound right… is the tape going to catch on fire if it breaks?”

Rachel shook her head… suddenly feeling a little flushed. “No… and that sounded kind of… wet. Like… I dunno

The tape suddenly started once more, or had it been playing the entire time.

“Oh fuck Francine.. that’s too.. oh..ohmigod..”

*POP*

“W-what the hell? Francine was my mom’s name..” Kim gasped. Leaning forward into the bean bag… and wincing a bit as her jeans rubbed against something…

Something a little bit harder and bigger than it should be.

“Okay, uh. Let’s rewind the tape a bit.. maybe..one of us will recognize the voice..” Sandra mumbled half in a trance. Truthfully it was a terrible excuse, she didn’t care who’s voice it was. All she wanted to hear was that wonderful.. terrible, luscious..

*POP*

*POP*

*POP*

“Ah! Stop rewinding it like that, Rachel! You’re gonna break it!” Kim protested

Rachel didn’t say a word… her hands were divided between fumbling with her pants and groping her breasts while the other two began to fight over the remote… causing the tape to rewind… and play.

*POP*

Rewind and play.

*POP*

Over…

*POP*

and over…

*POP*

again.

Until, they heard that same wet sound again… but not from the TV. Rachel was staring in shock at Sandra’s crotch, the fly of her jeans were completely obliterated and left them wide open. Her panties were literally torn apart. And protruding from her groin was the biggest, fattest, juiciest dick she’d ever seen in her life, still utterly lubricated in the last of Sandra’s sopping wet pussy juices.

“HOLY SHIT!” Kim screamed

“Ah.. don’t worry guys.. it feels.. really..” Sandra gasped, drunkenly, drool dribbling down the corner of her mouth as she ejaculated again and again, shooting out her virginal load with strand after strand of ultra thick, ropey egg infused spunk.

It was the hottest thing Kim or Rachel had ever seen in their young lives. Both girls felt their own pussies quiver and shake, heat building up in them as ovaries descended, the lips peeling open and

with an audible

*POP*

their immense ballsacks bursting free and out into the open air. Their clitorises shooting into huge thick veiny cocks that matched Sandra’s orgasm squirt to squirt as the *POP* sound played over and over again in their heads. Their POP’s, Sandra’s POP, and the undoubtable POP of the sound of the unseen women on the tape feeling their wombs extinguishing with a loud, ball slapping, lip gushing, pussy destroying POP of ecstasy.

Kim wish she had the foresight to record her own POP, she really did. All she could do now was ejaculate helplessly in the throes of that wonderful sound, the ephemeral flickering POP of a pussy turning itself inside out. And now that it was gone, she’d never hear it again.

But she could still make other girls POP!