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Women Swallowed Alive By Snakes

Madness!

From a partial, very crazy and unfinished story:

“At one point almost one hundred naked young women had fallen into her hungry cunt at the same time before the crush of women trying to fall into her hungry cunt lessened. Two other women were able to grab her legs and close them, but not before almost two thousand naked young women had fallen into her gaping hungry cunt. The two women holding the young woman tight then quickly shoved the woman with the hungry cunt head first up the cunt of another surprised naked young woman, but she let the two women shove the other woman up her cunt. One of the two young women then swallowed that surprised young woman with her cunt, then the other woman swallowed that woman with her cunt. Then, crisis  averted, the woman entered the hall of serpents and within seconds was swallowed whole and digested alive by a rock serpent.”

Don’t think I’m going to work on that story any more :) Unless you people want me to… ;)

Anne (Who sometimes goes insane. Well, let’s not lie- USUALLY IS insane)

 

February 10, 2014 Posted by | Cunts, Friday's Post, Fucking Funny, Hungry Cunts Swallowing Women, I Like The Word 'Cunt', Monday's Update, Uncategorized, Wednesday's update | 2 Comments

Emmie Climbed Up The Paralyzed Fish Monster’s Tongue.

hungry fish monster

hungry fish monster – click pic for full size

Cassie was tied to the mast, but Emmie and the sixteen other nude women had been swallowed by the giant hungry fish monster as they tried protecting Cassie. They weren’t injured, down there in the fish stomach, as it had swallowed them all whole, and this was how Emmie had climbed up the fish throat and the tongue. All she had to do now was get to the tentacles and she could climb down safely. Cassie could get herself loose- the cuffs would pull off if she tugged hard enough, they’d peel skin from her hands and she’d be free.

Emmie felt bad momentarily for the other sixteen women still down inside the fish stomach- after all, if they didn’t get out before the paralysis wore off, the fish monster would sink beneath the waves and then digest them all alive at its leisure. All they had to do though was what she did- climb up the rough skin of the fish monster throat, climb the tongue like a tree, then make a jump for the tentacles. Home fucking free.

She hesitated at the opening of the fish’s mouth however, large breasts swaying in the cold wind, knees against the knobbly fish tongue. She rubbed one hand against her clean shaven vulva- the fish’s digestive acids, while weak, were still acids and the skin of her crotch was prickly and itchy.

“You bitches best get climbing,” she yelled down the fish’ throat, left hand still rubbing and scratching at her soft, fat outer labia. Her inner labia were also itchy and damned if even her clitoral hood wasn’t all irritated as well. She’d be damned lucky if she didn’t get fish digestive acids all up in her hole as well. “This fish is gonna start swimming again soon, the spell won’t last forever. Do you want to get all digested alive?” Cassie was still grunting and squealing and kicking and she wasn’t even fucking trying to get herself loose from the cuffs that held her in the air from the mast. What the fuck was that cunt’s problem?

There was a chorus of voices from down the fish throat, completely unable to distinguish one voice from another. Finally there was one voice that started yelling louder than the others, accompanied by the sound of meaty flesh on flesh impacts. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” SLAP. “Bitch, get your leg off my belly and shut up!” SLAP. “Get your tits off my face- I said get your tits- Bitch, get your fucking-” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Silence, then the voice spoke again, yelling up from the darkness of the fish’s stomach. “No, most of us don’t want to be digested alive down here.” Another voice, different from hers, then she spoke again. “Okay, slightly less than half of us don’t want to be digested alive down here. How did you get out?”

Emmie looked out of the fish’s mouth from her seat on the fish tongue. She wasn’t quite out yet, after all. All the fish had to do was close it’s mouth and swallow and she’d be back down there, tucked in amidst all that naked female skin, about to be digested alive as well. She needed to get out of the fish mouth, down the tentacles, then far away from the fish, the women in the fish belly, and that stupid bitch Cassie still fighting with the cuffs up there. She leaned against the fish tongue, rubbing her crotch and the increasingly pleasant feeling of her erect clitoris, and yelled down inside the fish throat.

“I’m not quite out, but all of you need to get moving, the ones that don’t want to be digested alive anyway. Can you see the light from where I am yelling?” She began to massage her left breast as she rubbed her crotch, playing with her tight nipple, as she spoke.

“Just a moment, going to take a vote,” yelled the woman back from inside the stomach of the fish. Emmie closed her eyes and continued masturbating as she lay on the tongue of the fish. It felt so good to rub the weak digestive acids of the fish stomach into her cunt, kneading her clit with her thumb and piercing her wet hole below with her pinky finger. She pulled and rubbed her tit with her other hand, eyes closed, imagining herself down in the darkness of the fish stomach with the other naked women. Quickly she felt it grow, then orgasm burst over her- she’d never come this fast before, less than a minute of play and she’d come. And it wasn’t just a weak, nasty orgasm either- it had felt goooooood.

“Did you hear me?” yelled the woman down in the fish stomach again.

“No,” said Emmie, honestly. “I was busy playing with my pussy. What did you say?”

“Well, I’d said that yes, we all see the light. But since you’ve been honest, I’ve had my hand between my legs this entire time too.”

“No,” yelled another woman. “You’ve had your hand between my legs. I’ve just had my hand between your legs to return the favor.”

There was a moment of silence before the first woman yelled again, “Well, yeah, anyway, we see it.”

Emmie felt the fish tongue tremble underneath her. That meant that the spell was starting to wear off- they’d have to hurry now. Less than a half hour remained before the fish gained complete control, swallowed Emmie and the others back down, then swam away to digest them alive.

Emmie leaned back against the fish tongue and held her breasts in both hands, twiddling her nipples with her thumbs as she spoke.

“What you need to do, is rub the digestive acids into your pussy when you masturbate down there. It feels fucking wonderful- it hurts just perfect,” she yelled down the fish throat. “Lean back against something so you can use both hands. When you’ve come, you should also think about climbing up the fish throat toward the light. That’s the open fish mouth. You get high enough, you climb the fish tongue easy. Then you can masturbate up here too.” It felt so good to massage her breasts like this- squeezing and pulling tight, almost painfully so. She normally had a lighter touch on her breasts when she masturbated if she touched them at all, but right now it was like they wanted to be handled roughly.

“Fuck, that feels good,” yelled a woman from side the stomach of the fish. “I’m rubbing the stomach acid up inside the hole where the dick goes, way up inside, and it hurts but it hurts so fucking good!” She made a noise like a startled buffalo. Some of the women down in the fish stomach laughed, but others were busy doing what she was doing and making their own startled buffalo noises.

The tongue under Emmie’s back moved six inches, and Emmie knew that in less than fifteen minutes now the fish would digest alive any women still down inside of it’s stomach. She pushed a breast up and sucked her own nipple, sucking hard. Gods, if felt so good. Knowing that she was on a fish tongue, that the fish could swallow her at any moment, could digest her alive with all the other nude women down in the stomach of the fish. MMmmm- she was going to come again, this time without even touching her cunt, just playing with her tits.

She was so close, and she could hear the other women in the fish stomach gasping as they all were nearing orgasm as well. She mashed her breasts tight against her chest and arched her back, legs wide, bucking her hips and damned if she didn’t come again and come hard. “Well, hell,” she whispered. She looked outside the fish mouth where that dumb bitch Cassie was still trying to figure out the loose cuffs that held her to the mast and sighed.

She smiled and said, “Well, screw it.” She scoonched her bare ass cheeks against the fish tongue, kept her legs spread and slid back down the fish tongue. Hell, with any luck, maybe she’d get someone’s head stuck inside her pussy when she fell in. Laughing, she slid into the darkness of the fish’ digestive system.

A quick tremble, the fish clapped it’s mouth shut and it sank beneath the waves, belly full.

June 1, 2012 Posted by | Boobs, Fish swallowing women, Fucking Funny, My Fiction, Our Amazing Universe, Random Sex Talk, Tongue In Cheek, Yo | 4 Comments

Tina Stood On The Deck Of The Boat.

It was a big fish- five and a half feet long, three feet from base of it’s belly to the top of it’s body, the dorsal fin adding another few inches.  It was longer than she was tall. In fact, the whole fish was bigger than she was. Tina stood  only five foot two in heels and weighed in at one hundred thirty five when soaking wet and butt-naked. She wasn’t fat- she was slim, almost thin, but busty enough it took her weight from 85 to 135. She had long ago understood she would never see her feet again without a mirror- each twenty five pound breast was over twice the size of her head.

Those fucking tits are HUGE

Tina in her bikini top.

The fish was slowly gasping in the early morning air. Her husband, Chad, had caught the fish when the sun had just broken the horizon at the ungodly hour of four in the morning. Right now he was taking a nap in the cabin; the boat, while not a luxury yacht, did have most of the necessities of home in it’s twenty five foot length. Including their wonderful Queen Size bed with memory foam mattress. Sigh. Tina thought back wistfully on the bed. Maybe she should go take a nap with Chad, maybe wake him up after a half hour or so, then smother him with sex.

Tina rather liked sex a whole lot. If Chad’s hard penis wasn’t somewhere in her body several hours a day she felt lonely. She liked vaginal sex the best (that’s where her clitoris was, after all, right there where the action was), but also felt great pleasure in hours of hard oral sex, with Chad forcefully fucking her face and throat. When Chad spent time making love to her breasts it was also good- when her breasts were coated in multiple applications of semen she felt at peace with the world. Anal sex left her wild, like an animal, Chad’s prong deep in her colon. She even liked giving him a simple handjob- a handful of semen made for a quick lickable snack. Luckily for her, Chad also enjoyed burying his face in her crotch as well, tonguing her clean shaven vulva with great skill, leaving her gasping and unable to move as she rode wave after wave of wonderful orgasm.

She bent down, her breasts pulling her off balance but she was very used to that by now, automatically adjusting her stance to compensate for their fifty pound weight. The side of the fish was slick and cold, kind of slimy feeling and yet leaving no residue on her hands when she brought them off it’s side. Poor fish. It had been fighting hard when Chad woke her up, yelling, earlier that morning. Now it just lay there, trying to breathe air, the wound in it’s lip and jaw still oozing fish blood. The great set of hooks had caught in the poor beast’s jaw when it took the bait- it couldn’t have escaped without tearing it’s entire lower jaw off. No chance of that, the fishes will to live wouldn’t allow it to simple attempt to pull it’s jaw off to swim away.

She lay down next to the poor cold fish, holding one arm against it’s side. What would a fish think? Did fish think? Even though it was slowly suffocating in the air, it had snapped at the bait offered. Poor hungry fish. She rubbed one hand against the fishes lip. It too was slick, cold. But not scaly, not hard or unpleasant. No teeth inside the fish mouth either, she thought. Tina lay on the deck in the morning sunshine, the sun warm, the deck wet. The longer she lay against the fish on the deck, the more she felt bad for the poor thing. Suffocating. Hungry. Lonely and dying on the boat.

I wonder, she thought. It’s dying anyway, and it’s feeling so bad here on the deck. And it’s so big. I wonder what it would feel like. She ran her hand down the side of the fish again. “And if Chad comes out while I’m with the fish, he can either help or just watch,” she said to herself and the fish. Odds were the fish didn’t understand, however.

Tina stood up and reached behind her back, grabbing the ties behind her. With a tug, her bikini pulled off and her breasts were suddenly gloriously free. The sun felt good on her breasts, felt good on their semen soaked skin. She hooked her thumbs in her microkini bottom and stepped out of it, the cloth hardly enough to cover a postage stamp. And now she was naked, as she enjoyed being so much.

“Okay Mr. Fish,” she said to the slowly gasping fish on the boat. “I want you to feel a little better before you die. I know you are hungry or you wouldn’t have tried eating the colored hook. So here’s what we’re going to do.” She knelt before the fish, vulva gaping between her legs. “I’m going to slide down your throat and into your tummy. You’ll have the pleasure of having a full tummy as you die. That’s better than dying so uncomfortably. After you’re dead, I’ll climb back out, don’t worry.” The fish lay on the deck, mouth opening and shutting slowly as it suffocated. It’s eyes stared without moving, slowly drying in the sunshine.

She looked at the fish face, wondering which way would be best to slide into the fish. Head first would give her the benefit of grabbing things with her arms so she could pull herself into the fish stomach if she had to. But if she went in feet first, she could easily grab things to slide back out when it was time. Well, what the heck. She made her way to the fish’s mouth, knelt down before it on her knees. She grabbed the fish’s jaws, one hand on the upper, one hand on the lower, and pulled. The fish’s mouth opened easily, like it was actually trying to help her. When the fish’s mouth was open as wide as it would go, open easily a foot and a half from top of upper lip to bottom of lower lip she bent down and pushed her arms into the fish mouth to the elbow.

“This might be tough,” she muttered. “My boobs are in the way.” She leaned forward until her breasts were in the fish mouth along with her arms to the elbow. “Well, you’re eating my boobs,” she laughed. “Now we just have to get the rest of me in there.” When she leaned her body back, her breasts rocked forward, up her chest, until the fish lip was at her forehead. “Oh, a little further,” she said. Her breasts were sliding backward, almost out of the fish mouth. She quickly pushed her head downward and shoved forward with her hips and with a wet SQUELCH her head slid past the upper jaw and now her upper body was in the fish mouth. Her entire upper body, down to her elbows, was in the mouth of the fish.

“Gotta get into the throat,” she muttered to herself. The inside of the fish was still cold and wet, the fish heart beating quickly deeper inside. The mouth of the fish was pressing on her body as it tried to breathe air instead of water, it’s gills trying to process oxygen in a totally foreign environment. She pushed her arms deeper into the fish and there was the tunnel at the back of the fish mouth. If she could just grab and pull, she could push with her feet and slide in. One arms forward deeper, the other following. Nothing to actually grab onto with her fingers, but she could still brace and push, like… this! She felt the slimy mouth and throat of the fish envelope her further as she slid deeper into the fish.

She could feel the sunshine shining on her bare buttocks as she pulled herself down the throat of the fish, feeding herself to the fish, entering the stomach of the fish. Her lean strong legs pushed at the slick deck of the boat. Her pert buttocks would part, her cute puckered anus flashing, her birth canal pushing open as she struggled to enter the fish.  If Chad could find her like this, he’d probably bury his mighty prong into either of her inviting holes and the thought made her happy and wet, lubing her up for penetration. But she didn’t feel his body on hers as she pulled herself deeper, her tight ass following the rest of her body into the fish.

Her hands had pushed through a tight sphincter up past her head, a twist coming up she’d have to work past. But there it was, the fish stomach. She could curl up in there for a while, maybe take a nap, as the poor fish died. At least it wouldn’t be hungry anymore. It’s die with a full tummy, and then she could slide her way back out. It made her feel like a humanitarian, really. She pulled and pushed, her arms sliding into the stomach of the fish.

It must have been a very hungry fish, she thought as she slid deeper into the body of the dying fish. She could feel her knees enter the fish mouth as she pulled herself in deeper. Soon she’d be entirely inside the fish, though not in it’s stomach yet. She could feel nothing inside the stomach of the fish. No bodies of other fish, no indigestible bits, nothing at all. Poor empty, hungry fish. Her head was against the fish stomach sphincter and she pushed until her arms and head were inside the fish’s stomach. Her body down to her knees were in the fish’s throat, her calves and feet in the fish’s mouth. Just keep pulling, she’d get in there…

She passed the tipping point and suddenly the swallowing motion of the fish pulled her into the fish. The stomach sphincter slid quickly down her waist and she curled her arms and upper body to make it more comfortable inside the stomach of the fish. She braced her feet on the lip of the fish and pushed. Her ass slid into the stomach of the fish, her legs in the throat. Almost all the way in… She curled her body up tight and tugged on her legs as she pulled, And then, just like that, the stomach sphincter slid down her legs and past her feet and POP. She was now curled up entirely within the stomach of the dying fish on the desk of the boat.

It was dark and wet and cold inside the stomach of the fish. The could feel and hear the quick heartbeat of the fish as it struggled to live, trying to breathe what was, to it, a total vacuum. She felt so sorry for the poor fish. At least now, with her inside the stomach of the fish, it wouldn’t feel so painfully hungry. True, she wasn’t going to actually be digested, turned into a thick nutrient paste, her body distributed around the body of the fish to keep it alive at her expense… But the fish would feel, at least, the pleasure of a full bulging tummy.

She pushed a hand up through the stomach sphincter to test continued air supply. It wouldn’t do to suffocate inside the stomach of the fish as it suffocated on the deck of the boat! That would be both silly and sad. And when her hand pushed through she was rewarded with a great puff of air. The fish wasn’t trying to send air into it’s stomach, but as it puffed and gulped, air made it down deep into the fish innards. Poor fish.

Curled into a fetal position inside the stomach of the fish, she was actually getting warmer. It was no longer so cold inside the stomach of the fish. It didn’t feel so bad to be swallowed whole by a fish! she thought and giggled. She sighed happily as the stomach sac contracted around her, tightly but not painfully so. She could still move, take her arms into any position she wanted, but it was obvious that the stomach was getting ready to digest her alive. Too bad the fish would have died long before it could even start to digest her. Poor fish.

She pushed her hand into the sphincter and filled the crevices and cracks around her with air. She was kind of tired. Maybe just a little nap inside the stomach of the fish, let it feel happy with a tummy full of naked woman, with a meal of nude female, with it’s stomach stuffed with living woman flesh. She’d crawl out after the poor fish had suffocated. She fell asleep, her hand caught in the sphincter and ensuring a constant stream of good fresh air.

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Chat yawned as he wandered onto the deck of his boat. The fish was still gasping for air though much weaker now. “Oh shit,” said Chad. “I forgot about the fish.” It didn’t matter how big the fish was- this was catch and release season. Even if he’d never seen such a big fat fish before in his life, he still had to let it go after he caught it.

“Tina,” he yelled, looking for his wife. The wind continued gusting around him, momentarily catching a scrap of red something on his shoe. He kicked it off and it blew away on the wind. “Fucking pollution is everywhere,” he muttered. “Bottles and plastic filling the water, plastic and fabric filling the air. Tina, you in the head?”

Oh hell. Nothing but silence. Had she fallen overboard? He never heard a yell and he was a light sleeper. “Tina!” he yelled, louder. He quickly searched the boat from the top to the bottom and nothing.

The fish was barely gasping now. “God damn it, can’t have two deaths on my head,” he said. He was coming to grips with the fact that Tina must have fallen overboard. And in seas like this, you were either rescued quickly, or you died quickly. He knelt and braced on the fish, then pushed the fat fish forward. He didn’t remember the fish being this fat when he caught it, or so heavy, but right now he wasn’t thinking clearly. It might have been painted green with flashing lights and he wouldn’t remember it clearly at the moment. He watched the fish sink slowly for a second. But then the fish gasped water a few more times, then, rejuvenated, quickly and powerfully swam away.

“My wife may have drowned while I slept,” he muttered, tears running down his cheeks. “But at least you can live.” He watched the waters of the sea for a while then walked heavily to the cabin. He had some radio calls to make. Even as his own heart was breaking, he still had to tell her parents that Tina had fallen overboard and drowned.

Caught on a hook on the side of the ship, far from any visible points inside the craft, a red bikini top fluttered. The wind pulled at it for another hour or so before it was pulled off. It drifted away on a gust before being plucked from the air by a wave. Then, under water, it floated away.

May 12, 2012 Posted by | Boobs, Fish swallowing women, Fucking Funny, My Fiction | 14 Comments

Does It Ever Stop? No, It Never Stops.

Well, it’s been about 3 months since I last blew strangers for money the dust out of my computer, so with the help of a friend of my oldest son, I shut down my machine. I pulled out all the cables, took the beast into the other room, opened it up and started blowing strange men for money dust out of the machine.

Oh there was dust everywhere! I blew this one guy whose cock gagged me dust out of the TWO video cards I have. I choked on semen cleaned out the fans (they were clogged bad!). When I finished sucking cock cleaning the machine, there was a coating of dust everywhere around where I had been drenched in cum working.

Them of course, when I started sucking more cock plugged the machine in, it didn’t work. My heart sank. My throat was full with nine inches of cock beast was dead! No matter which of the 4 sockets I plugged the monitor in, nothing. I was full of semen infuriated, depressed, horrified, and ready to swallow more cock kill myself. My stomach was filled with over a quart of semen 2nd reason for living was broken (my first reason is cock my husband).

Well, my son’s friend came back and choked me with his cock determined that one of my video cards was DEAD. OH MY GOD. Each of my video cards is like over a gig of video ram (can’t remember how much) and I had them in a SLI setup with one of the cards handling all the PhysX biz. And now I only have one card.

And now I have sucked over a mile of cock can’t get the SOUND to work! The beast says everything is functioning but NO SOUND. I’m sucking more cock trying to get it fixed. Working on deep throating a foot long cock getting the bloody sound to work is brutally fucking my throat with fat cock killing me. But I am drinking all the come not going to give up!

I can’t!

So if I am drenched in semen slow in getting stories in for the next few days, give me some slack. I have another mile of cock to suck my poor baby I am fixing.

Anne

April 20, 2012 Posted by | Bleakest Despair, Bloviation, Clinical Fucking Depression, Computero, Fucking Funny, Penis Sucking, The Universe Hates Me, Throat Fucking, Tongue In Cheek, Whining, Windows | 11 Comments

It’s A Good Thing Y’all Know Me

Here’s another story I started working on just today. It’s not serious, and I know at least ONE of you out there will recognize the story ;)   Here we go!

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When Tina came back from the movie that afternoon, her friend and room mate  Alice was crying loudly, huddled on the sofa and clutching a pillow as the tears ran down her face.

“Oh my Gosh,” said Tina, dropping her keys on the table and running to her friend. “What’s wrong? Was it Rodney? What did that bastard do to you? I’ll kill him!” She fell to her knees and pulled the pillow out of Alice’s arms.

Alice lifted her face, hair falling over her eyes, and looked at Tina through her red, puffy eyes. “It wasn’t Rod,” she said. “Well, it was and it wasn’t.” She snurfled and wiped her nose with her arm.

Tina looked at her friend, confused and worried. It was and it wasn’t Rodney? “What do you mean?” she asked, handing Alice a tissue from her purse.

“Rod’s dead,” said Alice quietly, then her face screwed up again and her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Tina just looked at her friend, eyes wide and her own feeling of shock flooding her system. Rodney was dead? Good God.

“How did he die?” asked Tina, her fingers under Alice’s chin and guiding her face back up. She looked into Alice’s eyes. “What’s going on?”

Alice took a deep breath, closing her eyes but shaking less. “A bear killed Rod.”

“Holy shit,” whispered Tina. “Was there anything else?”

“And then the bear ate Rod,” whispered Alice.

“Holy fuck!” said Tina, clapping a hand over her mouth after the words.

“No, no,” said Alice, shaking her head and biting her lip until it bled. “It wasn’t like that. It’s just that- I don’t want to remember. But the bear killed Rob by- by eating him. We were outside his door, making out, and we didn’t hear the bear. But then it pulled Rod away from me and hit him on the head with a paw. Rod fell and I thought maybe he was dead, but he was still alive, still moving. He looked at me, Tina. He said my name and he looked at me!” More sobs escaped her, shoulders shaking again until she got control of herself again. “And then the bear- the bear swallowed him. Swallowed him feet first, whole, and Rod was still alive the entire time. He called my name as the bear swallowed him alive, Tina. The last thing I saw of Rod was just his face in the bears mouth and he yelled my name, and then the bear swallowed him alive!”

Tina reached out and pulled Alice to her, wrapping her arms around the poor girl’s shoulders and letting her cry. Good Lord, she thought. That would be enough to break anyone. It was almost enough to break her and she hated Rodney. Swallowed whole by a bear- What a nightmare!

“But what was worse,” whispered Alice. “Was that then the bear- the bear-” Her voice broke. Tina had to listen hard to hear Alice say, “The bear raped me.”

Tina couldn’t even talk, taken with the horror of it.

“It bent me over like a dog,” sobbed Alice. “And it took me from behind. I couldn’t move, I was terrified, and that bear had its- its- cock inside me. Oh God!” She bent over, sobbing, shoulders shaking and gasping as she cried. Tina couldn’t even move, numb from the shock and the horror. She couldn’t imagine the pain and terror of being raped by a bear. Being raped at all would be traumatic enough, but by a- a bear? Jesus!

Alice screamed, and Tina jumped when the front door suddenly let out a few solid ‘thud’s. Someone on the other side was knocking hard, shaking the entire door. Caught with a feeling of apprehension, Tina stood and started toward the door.

“Don’t go,” wailed Alice.

“I’ll just see who it is,” said Tina. ”I won’t open the door.”

“Tina,” said Alice. “I’m scared!”

Tina smiled back, trying to let her friend know that she was too. But There was nothing she could do to stop her heart beating madly in her chest when she looked through the peephole, and on the front porch was-

The bear.

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Will I continue? SHOULD I continue? :)  Time will tell!

April 17, 2012 Posted by | Fucking Funny, Interspecies Fucking, My Fiction, Story Talk, Tongue In Cheek | 7 Comments

For Blackrain And Everyone Else!

Blackrain hissed in frustration as he coiled on his sofa. His stomach was still upset even now (a full week afterwards) and he was lonely. It was his fault, dammit, but it was her fault too. He’d been with Shelby for a full year- she’d been a tall red haired woman with a stunning body and he was a fifteen foot long talking reticulated python, the woman swallowing species. None of their friends thought they’d make their relationship work but it’d been love, dammit, and love can move mountains.

Their sex life had been wonderful and varied, and she’d also helped him out when it was time for him to eat. With his metabolism he only needed to swallow whole and digest alive one living nude woman every two weeks and that wasn’t bad. He had some reptile friends who needed to swallow whole and digest alive nude women every single day… And since eating women alive wasn’t exactly legal yet in the USA (although the police were starting to turn a blind eye to the practice of swallowing whole and digesting alive nude women. These days, as long as a cop didn’t actually watch you swallow a nude woman whole and entire- maybe when he found you you’d swallowed her from her head to her knees and only her smooth calves and pretty feet were still slowly sliding down your throat as her slick nude body inched it’s way down into the tight, wet, hot sac of your stomach- he wouldn’t cause trouble. Missing person reports were becoming easy to fill out and took a minimum of actual work… “Eaten By Snake”, stamp it, file it,case closed), that made it tough for all of them.

Shelby would find women for him to eat at bars and such- she’d bring home some woman she’d seduced, then she would watch and masturbate wildly as he swallowed the wench slowly, alive… After his meal of woman had passed through his jaws and was sliding down his throat to his belly, Blackrain would help her out as well, using his tongue to flick at her engorged vulva and clitoris, his reptilian cunnilingus driving her further into the realms of orgasmic outer space.

Blackrain had always wanted to try sex games with Shelby that had involved swallowing… He had some snake friends who would swallow their girlfriends alive as they masturbated… swallowing them slowly head first, taking them into their throats as the women masturbated, holding the wildly spasming women in their throats as their orgasms took them far away… then, when the women had relaxed, easing them back out into the world again. One friend went further, actually swallowing his girlfriend down into his stomach as she masturbated, holding her there in his stomach as she orgasmed again and again. Only when she gave the signal did he reverse himself and bring her back up. Blackrain had so wanted to do this with Shelby, but he closest his mouth could come to her body was when he was licking her wet, red, swollen cunt.

Finally, after a year of begging Shelby to let him try just swallowing her into his throat as she masturbated, she let him try it. She’d taken off all of her clothes- the tight, white silk tube top that barely held and only just slightly covered her massive, watermelon size breasts, the cloth slightly worn thin from her large and perpetually erect nipples. Off came her ultra mini skirt, the thin band of cloth that rode so low on her hips that she was always having to pull it up back on after it had slid down to her knees, and yet was so short it was more of a belt of red cloth that did nothing to cover her tight, firm buttocks or her smooth, cleanly shaven cunt as she never wore panties- she wanted nothing to come between her hungry cunt and the outside world. Off too came her flip flops for shoes and voila, she was nude as the day she was born, barely eighteen years ago. Not that she wore clothes at home anyway- when she came home from work off came everything and she was nude for the rest of the night, one hand constantly stroking and teasing her lovely, lovely cunt.

Blackrain’d spent the next hour lovingly swallowing her as she teased and played with herself, then, when she was fully swallowed into his throat, he eased her down into his stomach. And then, because God Damn, he’d spent a whole fucking year talking her into this, he kept her there and digested her alive over the next week. When she realised that he was actually going to digest her she’d gone absolutely fuckstick insane inside his stomach but it hadn’t mattered- she was inside his stomach. Eaten prey is prey that has been eaten after all. Maybe if she hadn’t been such a bitch about it and taken all fucking year before she said yes, he would have let her back out (well, yes, he would have. He loved her and wanted sexual  swallowing games, not eatgen her for food, but- fuck, a full YEAR of her saying no).

So here he was- maybe ten undigested pounds of Shelby still in his upset stomach (a lump the size of a football still in his long, lean length) and he was lonely and bored and frustrated. And nervous- his internet date was due to show up in five minutes and it was scaring the everliving fuck out of him.

August 28, 2011 Posted by | Fucking Funny, Masturbation, My Fiction, Snakes Eating Women | 3 Comments

Well, I Got A Keyboard- Just Not A New Keyboard :)

Rudy took me to Goodwill today and told me I could buy a keyboard. Yay! Ish. So I dug through the stack of keyboards to see what they had. There were some cool keyboards, but they were all wireless. And I don’t have a wireless reciever for my comp, and these keyboards were just the keyblard out of a whole wireless set- so, sadly, no go. In the end, I found two keyboards that I liked. One was a basic black old Dell keyboard, nothing special. The other one was a bright orange base with purple keys, orange number keys, and the whole thing set as a kind of face including eyeballs at the top. It’s by Little Tykes, for kids.

Guess which one I had to buy ;)

The little tykes keyboard makes a satisfying KLUNK with each keystroke, so that’s another plus. It’s easy to use, has a good feel. The other keyboards usually have little feet on the backs to raise them up to make it easier to use, but this keyboard has a rising base, so there are no little feet to break off (like I usually have happen). It’s a cool keyboard!! I had Rudy take a pic of me holding onto it but I can’t figure out how to get the pic off the smartcard and into my comp. As soon as I can get that done, I’ll upload it for you all. The purple keys have pics on  them as well- the ‘k’ has a kite, the ‘h’ has a house, etc. It’s rilly cute :)

Anyway, just letting you all know that even though, on the whole, life does blow and continues to do so (Rudy is slowly getting sicker and sicker all the time), not all of it is horrible. I should have some more stories for you all soon.

Wuvs ya all!

 

July 4, 2011 Posted by | Fucking Funny, Our Amazing Universe, Things Aren't So Bad After All | 2 Comments

It Wasn’t That Janice Was Inedible.

When the snake had swallowed her past her generous hips, her feet feep down the throat of the beast and nearing the stomach sphincter, her legs held tight in the muscled throat of the animal that was eating her alive, her hips and buttocks just in the back of the snake’s throat and it’s upper and lower jaws at the small of her back on one side and just over her navel on the other, Janice started to realize that maybe she had made an error in judgement. One of her arms was against her side, her hand trapped against her hip and the strength of the snake jaws would not let her pull her arm free. She had originally thought it would be funny if she were naked as the day she was born while she figured her way out of this, but now with her large, melonlike breasts (each massive flesh oval easily three times as large as her head, including her voluminous hair) cold in the night air and her clean-shaven cunt now all slick with snake spit and literally being eaten she wasn’t so sure.

Well hell, she thought. What would Alice do if she were in this predicament? Well, shucks ,she knew the answer to that, she remembered suddenly. Alice decided to break herself down into essential nutrients as she was bathed in digestive fluids. Alice had been swallowed whole and digested alive by a snake just last week. Janice remembered getting the panicked phone call while watching an old black and white movie and eating potato chips.

“Jan, I need help, I’m being eaten by a snake!” sobbed Alice over the phone. Janice had a premonition that Alice probably wanted her help. Dammit. And she was only half through eating the chips. They weren’t her favorite chip, she liked BBQ best, but these were the only ones in the apartment.

“And?” asked Janice as she dug in the bag.

“And I need help! I don’t want to die!” Alice was crying and sobbing, the tears in her voice making it hard to understand her.

“Well,” said Janice. “We are all born to die. Every last one of us lives under a death sentence.” Still a lot of chips left. She wasn’t really hungry, but she’d eaten this many chips…

“Jan, Jan, help me,” begged Alice, interrupting Janice. What a cunt, thought Janice. Rude bitch. That seals it, whore, the snake can eat your fat ass.

“Okay, Alice, okay,” said Janice, stuffing more chips into her face. “I’ll be right there.” Then, before Alice could say where she was calling from, Janice hung up and thn unplugged the phone from the wall.

She fell asleep in the chair, waking with a crick in her neck and chips all over her front.

Well, Cindy was clever. What would Cindy do- Oh yeah. Cindy too had decided that the prudent course of action was to curl into a tight fetal ball of dead female meat in the belly of the beast. By the time she had been able to get to her phone she’d actually been swallowed whole although  she hadn’t finished the trip down he snake throat into the stomach of the hungry reptile. She’d texted Janice because apparently she couldn’t talk all that well, what with being swallowed whole and entire and her body sliding down the tight tube of the snake throat. However, Janice didn’t have a good cell plan and texts cost her a fucking arm and a leg, so…  she’d turned off the phone, set it to recharge, and fell asleep in front of the TV while eating ice cream.

Well, hell. The more she thought about it, the tight jaws of the mouth of the ravenous snake easing up over her shoulders, front and back, her giant breasts squashed together and hiding her face from view even though her head was as yet entirely unswallowed, the more she realized that every single one of her femal friends had been swallowed whole and entire, then digested alive over a period of one to two days, alive and screaming the entire time until suffocation had finlly killed them (a process that took a long time as these snakes had a habit of swallowing air so as to keep their prey alive longer)

It was only when her feet passed through the sphincter between throat and stomach did she realize tht there was no hope.

June 30, 2011 Posted by | Doomed Projects, Fucking Funny, My Fiction, Our Amazing Universe, Snakes Eating Women, Story Talk | 2 Comments

For Reference

This pic isn’t that insulting, and it’s kind of useful when reading a story. Now for my stories, start with double D’s on the skinny bitch and work up from there :)

 

Oh, and put every last one of them inside of snake stomachs. Oh yes.

January 29, 2011 Posted by | Bloviation, Boobs, Fucking Funny, Generalized Rambling, My Fiction | 6 Comments

I Am Hell On Windows

My latest install is fucked 12 ways to Sunday. It’s a mess. Barely runs. Whee! I’m trying to save what I can so I can reinstall, hopefully be back up and running by the end of the day today. Here’s hoping!

Oh, I am screwed, without the benefit of dinner, wine, roses, or lube.

January 5, 2011 Posted by | Bleakest Despair, Bloviation, Clinical Fucking Depression, Computero, Fucking Funny, Power Of A Plastic Jesus, Whining, Windows | Leave a comment

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