An excerpt from The Obscene Chronicles...
"You Lost Your Gum Where?"
.....It didn’t take but a couple of minutes before
we were all over each other. In no time at all, our clothes were on the floor.
I was fascinated by the enormous tits in my face, and I couldn’t stop
playing with them. Eventually I realized that I had better pay more attention
to the rest of her body, so I worked my way “downstairs.” Vicky
had not mastered the fine art of using a razor, but hell, I didn’t mind;
I was going to score and that’s all that mattered.
I buried my face and proceeded to give her a good old-fashioned tongue-thrashing.
After about fifteen minutes of this, I came to a horrible realization. Oh
Shit! Where’s my gum? Now this entire time I had been still chewing
the same gum that I had since we left the bar. For some reason, it never occurred
to me to take it out. I had it wedged in the back of my mouth for so long
I had almost forgotten it was there. All of a sudden, I didn’t feel
it anymore. Did I swallow it? I didn’t remember doing that.
Where was it?
I brought my head back out for a second to take a look, and I made a horrible
discovery. The gum was stuck in her pubic hair! Holy Shit! What do I do
now? Since I had stopped pleasuring her, she looked down at me as if
to say, “Why are you stopping?”
Not wanting to explain things, I dove back in to avoid any inquiries. This
ain’t so bad, maybe I can get it out with my teeth. So I continued
to pleasure her somewhat and tried to remove the gum without her noticing.
Unfortunately, I just made it worse and it became completely tangled in the
briar patch. I was trying to “chew it out” but ended up pulling
on her hairs out.
“Ouch!” She finally looked down at me and said, “What the
hell are you doing?”
There was no hiding it now; her pussy was a cinnamon-flavored disaster area.
“Uh…you’re gonna kill me.”
About that time, she looked down and figured it out. She let out a gasp and
then an angry yell. She reached back, and she bitch-slapped me upside the
head really hard. Ouch! Two can play at this game. I reached down
and grabbed the gum with my fingers and began to tug. “Here, let me
pull on it a little for you,” I said with a shit-eating grin on my face.
She yelped in pain. Vicky quickly realized that we had to come to a logical
solution here. “Just cut it out!” she screamed. “Find something
to cut it out!”
I got up from the couch in the living room and scurried into the kitchen.
Here I was, completely naked, wandering around in a house that I was not familiar
with, looking for a fucking pair of scissors. “Where are the scissors?”
I asked. I was getting impatient. This mishap was ruining the moment in more
ways than one.
“I have no clue” she yelled back, obviously frustrated and with
a sense of urgency in her voice. “Just find something!”
I rummaged through every drawer in the kitchen. Still, no scissors to be found.
Finally, I saw an office desk in the corner of the kitchen near the doorway
to the deck. I went over to it, and on top of the desk I found a little pair
of multi-colored kid safety scissors, complete with Big Bird on the handle,
and rounded blades. This’ll do. I grabbed them and walked back
over to the couch, looking as silly as possible being naked carrying some
kid’s Sesame Street scissors.
Before I could do anything, she grabbed the scissors out of my hand as if
she had been waiting for hours. She did the dirty deed herself, then tossed
the scissors on the floor. She then sat there on the couch, staring off into
space, in a look of pure disbelief. After a few more seconds, I looked at
her with a smile on my face and said, “So, where was I?”......
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