Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2019 09:36:28 -0700 From: 1noblegent <1noblegent@gmail.com> Subject: The Night is Stifling Hot installment 4 Snick Snack Snick Snack By Fettle Pulchritude *A work of fiction exploring extremely controversial subjects and what if situations. They reduce the population of all species by eliminating the males. Those that decide who to rid first look to aberrant and then to the poor. Donate to nifty to keep this website viable.* ***** I've been home for around an hour and I'm already getting bored. I tried to jack off in the shower but I kept getting distracted by the idea of my father fucking my sister. I tried to juxtapose those thoughts as I fuck myself on the handle of my sister's loofah back brush. "Fuck me Daddy, Fuck me," I cried out as I thrust the hard plastic stick with the rubber grip in and out of my ass. But alas I couldn't get over my jealousy and finally the water ran cold. I stared nude out my bedroom window hoping to steal a glimpse of the neighbors going at it. All of their window dressings were closed tight. Nothing. The heat of the late morning sun was baking the exterior of the house. Yet it could not compare to the sizzling heat radiating from within it's walls last night. A crescendo of noisy insects seeking a mate overwhelmed me with a sense of melancholy. I envy Jeremy and Jealous that he has such a deeply penetrating relationship with his father; and damn it, he is younger than I am. I dressed in a pair of bright blue nylon running shorts that are split up the side to the waistband and nothing else. I slipped on my high tops before exiting my room. Too lazy to tie them I clomp off down the hall. ***** ***** Hungry I go into the kitchen where I proceed to raid the fridge. The cold air escaping from the refrigerator makes my little nipples go hard. I grab a can of mom's diet coke (the only soda in the house) I don't dare crack open a can of Dad's beer. Skipping the egg salad mom left prepared for me (she left me note to the wise) I shut the door and proceed to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead. I find a bag of potato chips and take a big handful and place it on a plate next to my sandwich. I pull a banana off of the bunch sitting in mom's fruit bowl. I contemplate the phallic shaped fruit and understand why Magellan thought the islands of the West Indies to be paradise and the banana to be the fruit that brought on the fall of man kind. I gently press my index finger into the just ripe unblemished firm fruit. It feels just like a firm erect penis. The yellow flesh yields slightly to my touch as I slide my finger from the stem to the flower end. I peel the fruit three quarters down from the flower end. I stick out my tongue and press it's tip into indentation at the end of the banana. I feel the bumpy texture of the banana moving across my tongue as I push the fruit into my mouth all the way back until the waxy peel is rubbing against my face. I press firmer and the peel splits and opens further down the fruit and the fleshy banana presses into the back of my throat. I slide it in and out of my throat three times before I pull it back out of my mouth. Just before I completely extract the phallic fruit I bite off about two inches. ("Ouch," I think to myself, "that had to hurt.") I place the remainder of the fruit down along side my sandwich and chips. I strip out of my shorts placing them next to my plated food. I stand in front of the kitchen island and stare at my creation. "Bless these thine gifts oh lord..." Once I get the initial awkward words out I get an over whelming tingling sensation. It is as if a hundred succubi suddenly surround me and begins to taunt and tickle every nerve fiber in my body. I realize I am masturbating. I masturbate to the ongoing orgy in my mind. A hundred images at flash at once, Richard and Robert, Jeremy and Mr. Maunhore, My sister and my father, My mother and Reverend Helslut, everyone is getting it on over and over again. My mind mashes up the images and regroup the people into new and different couplings. I'm going to make a Peanut Butter, Jelly, and Cum sandwich. Yes I'm going to ejaculate over my sandwich. "God," I bargain with the master demon, "make me the great seducer." I tweak my right nipple with my left hand as I grip my cock tighter and stroke it faster with my right hand. "Lead me in the path to my father's penis." It was awkward and corny but somehow it is working. I am taking a vow to seduce and get fucked by my father (even if I have to sell my soul to the devil to get it). I began to chant my mantra: "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fill my ass up with your seed." As I fall into a trance my mind erases all awareness of my physical being. I am just my brain, my right hand, my cock, and bouncing balls. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fill my ass up with your seed." I slip my left hand under my balls. My thumb grips over and around the base of my cock meeting my index finger which has encircled under and around my bouncing balls. I press my middle finger along my perineum between my legs towards my pulsating anus. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fill my ass up with your seed." I look down at the counter top and focus in on my plate of food (my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, potato chips, and banana). I stretch my middle finger desperately trying to reach my puckering butt hole without letting go of my penis and balls. The effort pulls my cock head downward and points the cock head slit directly at the plate of food. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fill my ass up with your seed." If I can just reach my anus, I mean just touch it, touch it gently without breaking my grip on the base of my cock it will set me off. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fill my ass up with your seed." My middle finger claws into the flesh just above my ass hole as if I could pull that anal opening up closer just so I could reach the quivering desperate to be entered anus with that finger. Suddenly everything clicked inside and I have arrived. I am going to come and come hard. I release my left hand from its grip around the base of my cock which allows me to swiftly place my middle finger dead center on the kissing pucker of my desperate anus. Following an ebb in the pulsating pucker I shove With a firm thrust the first digit of my finger up my anus. Oh the ecstasy! "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me Father. Fuck me God." "Bless these thine gifts oh lord...." There is an audible splurt and splat the emanates from my cock as the ejaculate squirts out and covers my food and the counter top. I look down and see a big wad of my boy sauce sitting like a tablespoon of mayonnaise dolloped directly onto the center of my sandwich. My come is oozing over the potato chips like gooey cheese sauce on nachos. There are puddles of my come spread out across the counter top and down the face of the island's cabinet doors. Like a priest performing a ritual at mass I pick up a come drenched potato chip. Keeping my focus upon the nearly round disk (the embodiment of god, the center of the universe, light and energy being sucked into a black hole, need I explain more) I raises the nearly round disk with both hands above my head it is now an eucharist or thanksgiving offering. "Here is to the father," I emote as I raise the substance to the pinnacle over my head. "Here is to the son," I state while bringing hands downward towards my heart. "Here is to the intermingling of souls." I place the goo covered chip into my mouth and eat it. The salty, potato, and come mix upon my tongue. "Delicious," I mutter. The salt really enhanced the flavor of the jism. It is a true ambrosia. I am suddenly ravenous With out any further thought I pick up the gooey jelly sandwich and take a huge bite. It's like magic. I can taste the jism as it mixes with the peanut butter in my mouth. I swallow. It's as if a hundred angle wings flutter about inside my belly. It's not nausea. I realize it's more transcendental as I contemplate about what I had just done. I ate my own cum. Not only that, I ate it as part of a masturbatory sex ritual where I vowed to seduce my own father. My belly contracts and I am totally aware that I am breathing purposefully and labored. There is an energy that surrounds and engulfs me. There is no turning back. I have done what I have done and vowed what I have vowed. A sinister glee develops throughout my body and I tingle from head to toe. Like a hit in the gut, I feel this metaphysical change taking place centered in my solar plexus and radiating outward throughout my entire being. My abdominal "six pack" ripples and contracts. My pectoral muscles flex, my arms and legs tighten up. I get an overwhelming sensation of being...well...more sinewy. I am what I am. And I do what I do. I no longer make any excuses. I will do what the voices in my head tell me to do. It is my destiny. The adventure is all mine. I chomp down the rest of the gooey chips and finish my sandwich and banana. I look briefly at the puddles of come on the counter top and floor. "Yes I will," I listen to the voice inside my head that tells me to not waste a single drop of my come. I first pick up the plate and lick the crumbs and remnants of sperm there. Setting the plate aside I lean over the counter and suck, slurp, and lap up the several puddles of come I squirted. Still wanting more jism I get on my knees and lap up the viscous dick snot that is still slowly dripping down the face of the cabinet door towards the floor. The voice in my head is telling me that while I'm down on my knees I should lick up the puddles of come from the floor I must not to waist a drop. "The floor?" I hesitate. The impulse to suck up the splatter gets stronger. An image of my mother dutifully mopping her kitchen floor enters my mind. The floor is immaculately clean. Like a dog lapping at a puddle of water I drop my humble head to the floor and like the counter top above slurp and lick my spent boy jizz up. sitting back on my ankles I strum my index fingers across my sensitive nipples left on left right on right as I contemplate what I have done and my new missions, goals, and ambitions. My mind has changed. For the better? I don't know. I look down at my dick and see a slimy dribble emitting from the slit. I wipe it off with left finger and then lick it off. Just then the front doorbell rings. "Who could that be?"