Erotic Wendy's Text Chapter 1

I imagine eating her shit would be like burger rolls, but would drinking her diarrhea be a chocolate milkshake?

I drilled into her cheesy (cheddar) pussy, putrid enough so that bits of gunk smears and stuck as my plunges quaked her body. It made me spiritually excited as her strawberry lemonade urine gushes out in delightful unison with my desecration of her body. Ebb and flow.

The moment seemed all too ephemeral, as my raw urges kicked as the pressure and friction between doubled in intensity. You'd think her grease stricken, sweat painted body would give easier to my weight force, but she remained stationary, ever so eager to please with her vile tendencies. Her aptitude in her wickedness made me grow leery, and yet the body cared not.

Her dubious smile as her pucker formed a hermetic seal around my shaft. No amount of desensitization could have prepare me for the following audacity:

"May I take your order please?"

With bated breath, she heated my tainted skin as it was riddled with cold sweat. Her tongue followed suit in prying itself between my lips, burrowing into my mouth, teasing my inner lips and gums with pools of oily saliva. I scoured at her wanton display and she took advantage; moaning into my mouth was easy for her as I unload my spurts into her fecal burger mush. She siphoned off my shame, and I soon learned I was the victim of this kinky zealot.

Her burger shit forced its way out with sounds too queer for the human mind to fully describe. The splatter onto to the ruined floor satisfied her, while the texture of the run tortured my senses. Her fry oil scented gas all too quickly worked its magic, and I'd have to ascribe some of characteristics as a consequence of her diet. My thoughts were shunted off a logical path as my nostrils were assailed by her pollution spouting ass. My face was stricken wan, but the worst was yet to come. My body had finally begun to revolt and so it began to build towards another eruption of noxious fluids. She anticipated it all too well.

I'd never seen a girl so excited before, at least up close. Honestly, I think I'm done with women after this...assuming a bullet in the head isn't going to be my only release from this fetish hell. I wasn't even still sure I was dealing with a human here. Either way, the only thing my innards were getting excited about was the release of today's lunch. It was then, in great fervor, she roll us over until it was her resting easy above. I know the sounds of the squished waste-meat will haunt me later, but my current fear resided in her clear discontent. Apparently, holding my own mess in was wrong answer to whatever internal question she had asked, but her sickened pout could not draw my attention away from her stomach. It stirred with anguish.

The forthcoming sequences of events were dastardly in their nature, as her own anger was to be turned upon itself. With us both managing, in one way or another, to not vomit, she decided to take the initiative in operation. Another quick turn followed by the unholiest of ‘plops’, I found my face smothered, if not buried, by her rotten pussy. It was disturbingly moist, with her wiry, red pubes making an uncomfortable sensation all too real. Chunky crumbs of burger-shit matted in her unkempt jungle. I man dares not dream what lay in store for me, or even how she trained herself with such control, but faint quivering and creature like pulsing was taken on by her filthy entrance. A baneful experience soon followed.

Just to compare, I never liked the sounds that month old infants would produce with their curious mouths, but now similar utterances were created by in the depth of this wench’s loins. This beast had an umbrage. No worse evil could have been inflicted upon me in that moment, for a hushed ‘pop’ was the only thing that signified the flooding from her turgid cunt; a month’s worth of cheddar discharge had been stored through esoteric means. I had previously thought my nose loss function, but unfathomable stench through all senses into a disarray. The viscous liquid leaked into my mouth soon after. The flavor of overripe, rotten cheese just about shutdown my brain, while the rest of my face descended into a maddening spasm. I was certain that I would never eat again after this.
The rest of our little showdown was pretty much a blur in my memories. I recall the highlights of following up with her perverted tongue slithering back into my mouth to wrestle around in a pool of her own noxious juices. I’m almost certain that she followed up with regurgitating a homogeneous mass of hot chili down my throat too, and the evidence of her enjoyment was obviously with the amount of shallow bites she left around my newly raw nipples. A remarkable, but largely unknown, amount of time had passed since then, but I felt last I was constant trapped in the moment in. I dared not venture to my apartment in such a condition, so I stayed motionless in the local gyms shower until a baffled janitor fractured my endlessly silence. Worst of all, I noticed that bitch had still charged me for every damn item on the menu.