They call me Pippi. Pippi Longstockings, on account of my orange hair I guess. But you do things like that when you’re a rodeo clown. Been doin it all my life. Things get kind of rough out here on the circuit. Gotta get old Loco’s attention away from the cowboy he just pitched off or he’ll tear em up. I seen some nasty things out there. Sometimes half my job is gravediggin as well.
I was dancing the quickstep with Loco that day. He was in a rare mood, and so was I. Almost lost my step when I saw the calvary ride in out of the corner of my eye. They was taking a little time off a killing to rest up and catch the show I guess. They’d ain’t never seen a girl rodeo clown before. I could tell by the way they was hollering from the stands. It was lucky I dressed nice, in my tattered blood-red ballerina tutu. (Yeah, some of that was real blood, I hate to say) I shook my ass in Loco’s face and he snorted extra mad-like. I felt the tip of his horn in the back of my hand as I twirled away. I was trying to decide which pony I might want to cut out of that herd of soldiers above.
One of them soldier boys was silent. The only one not hollering. His jaw was just dropped open and he was staring. I gave him a little wink and blew him a kiss. Then I had to jump the fence and let Loco go find another partner before I got too distracted. The silent boy in the stands smiled real big and it made me feel dirtier than I already was. Better go clean up. I knew they would all end up at the saloon earlier than later.
When I banged open the saloon door, they was already all lined up and down the bar. I figured I’d have to make one of them my barstool, since none was left. But the soldier boys all turned around and stared like I’d just been dropped out of the sky. Even that cute boy from earlier. He didn’t say shit.
“Alright,” I hollered, “which one of you boys is gonna be my next human sperm bank?”
You could hear a pin drop. But then suddenly a bar stool started scuffing the floor. The boy with the smile jumped off the stool and stepped up. He stopped in the center of the room and just raised his hand like a schoolboy waitin for the teacher to call on him. It was pretty damn funny.
As it turned out, my new recruit was mute. Lost use of his vocal cords in an accident. Hell, what use is talkin, for a boy anyway? There ain’t nothing useful they can’t say by just nodding or shaking their head. But man, that boy sure did use his mouth for better things. I ended up riding that clean-shaven face for at least half the night and he still wanted more. Them rough hands held onto my hips like he was drowning. I don’t think the boy had ever eaten pussy before. Upstairs in the room, I told him to just lay down and stick out his tongue. It worked out just fine. He kept tapping me on the leg every so often. I figured it out what the deal was. He’d be stroking that pretty cock of his, and every time I’d start bucking against his face a certain way, he’d get all wound up real bad. I reached down and pulled his trigger and he went off real nice and sticky. Didn’t stop moving his tongue the whole time either. Kinda makes me wet thinking about it even now.
Damn he was a sweet boy though. You gotta love a boy who takes to pussy the first time like a calf to a salt lick. I got all cuddled up in those strong arms, more tired than I been in ages. He stayed awake about all night, holdin me and stroking my hair. I could smell pussy all over his face whenever he kissed me. That’s the way it oughta be. His fingers was tracing all my scars as I drifted off.
He was still there the next morning. You didn’t think he would be, did ya? Well he had to go soon after that, with the damn cavalry. He walked me back to the barn and I gave him a little going away present to remember me by. I branded him with a cattle iron. He didn’t cry out or nothin. Guess he couldn’t really, being mute and all. Least he’ll remember who he belongs to now.
It was pretty basic. Nothing hot or anything. Sex was sex when dirt was expensive, back in suburbia...but here in the city, in Toronto, dirt is cheap as hell, and hell is a bullet to the face and thats easy to find. So find me back when we were lovers.
I woke up only because I had to...if it was my choice I would have stayed in Wonderland, but thats that. I woke up dressed like a girl, vagina and all, and I didnt care or anything, I didnt go to the doctor if thats what you think. You werent thinking at all though.
Dead wood - thats what he had, so he had to ask me for mine. He took me to the back, next to some old truck and took down his pee pee shield...he told me to check it out and so I did. Didnt surprise me he was cut. It was runty.
So I got him to put it away. I asked him what he shoved in my pipe and he told me it was crack. I never had crack before, so I was scared I might let him cum on my hole and get me poisoned (leak, spill, toxic-mutation...things I dont want).
He told me he wanted inside, so I lifted my skirt and he stuck his dead-worm inside and started squishing it around like some kind of rodent inside a rodent-hole. He was drooling all over my face and neck and tits...I didnt know I had tits. Maybe girls only know they have tits when a guy starts shootin spit all over the plump rubbers.
He told me I like it but as I screamed for someone to help...the crack started to get to me...I felt like I was being raped.
So this is Toronto...
so this is easy dirt...
so this must be where the devil lives, where the devil lives.
He had a knife, and if I knew that then i wouldnt have let him stick his slug in my juice-outlet. I started panicking, I was frantic, hallucinating goblins and ghoulies.
I could hear a cop siren and I thought it was for me...someone will help.
One of his fingers slid up my ass hole and I cried out to the siren, but the devil choked me onto the soaked in slime street and started smashing the back of my skull down hard.
Then I felt a rush of hot cooze slide into my drain and infest my uteras, punishing me for all the sins I ever did...I wanted my cock back, so I could stab him in his heart, but that was worthless to think of...there was no chance of that.
Dry, hit, the next morning.
After the crack wore off, and I awoke with a giant slug living and breathing from a rip in my belly, a nice man with a rope hung me over a tree and just before he let me drop I felt more scum shoot into my already melted insides...
here where the devil lives, dank rotting hell decay thy cUnTs.---nd
They call me Pippi. Pippi Longstockings, on account of my orange hair I guess. But you do things like that when you’re a rodeo clown. Been doin it all my life. Things get kind of rough out here on the circuit. Gotta get old Loco’s attention away from the cowboy he just pitched off or he’ll tear em up. I seen some nasty things out there. Sometimes half my job is gravediggin as well.
I was dancing the quickstep with Loco that day. He was in a rare mood, and so was I. Almost lost my step when I saw the calvary ride in out of the corner of my eye. They was taking a little time off a killing to rest up and catch the show I guess. They’d ain’t never seen a girl rodeo clown before. I could tell by the way they was hollering from the stands. It was lucky I dressed nice, in my tattered blood-red ballerina tutu. (Yeah, some of that was real blood, I hate to say) I shook my ass in Loco’s face and he snorted extra mad-like. I felt the tip of his horn in the back of my hand as I twirled away. I was trying to decide which pony I might want to cut out of that herd of soldiers above.
One of them soldier boys was silent. The only one not hollering. His jaw was just dropped open and he was staring. I gave him a little wink and blew him a kiss. Then I had to jump the fence and let Loco go find another partner before I got too distracted. The silent boy in the stands smiled real big and it made me feel dirtier than I already was. Better go clean up. I knew they would all end up at the saloon earlier than later.
When I banged open the saloon door, they was already all lined up and down the bar. I figured I’d have to make one of them my barstool, since none was left. But the soldier boys all turned around and stared like I’d just been dropped out of the sky. Even that cute boy from earlier. He didn’t say shit.
“Alright,” I hollered, “which one of you boys is gonna be my next human sperm bank?”
You could hear a pin drop. But then suddenly a bar stool started scuffing the floor. The boy with the smile jumped off the stool and stepped up. He stopped in the center of the room and just raised his hand like a schoolboy waitin for the teacher to call on him. It was pretty damn funny.
As it turned out, my new recruit was mute. Lost use of his vocal cords in an accident. Hell, what use is talkin, for a boy anyway? There ain’t nothing useful they can’t say by just nodding or shaking their head. But man, that boy sure did use his mouth for better things. I ended up riding that clean-shaven face for at least half the night and he still wanted more. Them rough hands held onto my hips like he was drowning. I don’t think the boy had ever eaten pussy before. Upstairs in the room, I told him to just lay down and stick out his tongue. It worked out just fine. He kept tapping me on the leg every so often. I figured it out what the deal was. He’d be stroking that pretty cock of his, and every time I’d start bucking against his face a certain way, he’d get all wound up real bad. I reached down and pulled his trigger and he went off real nice and sticky. Didn’t stop moving his tongue the whole time either. Kinda makes me wet thinking about it even now.
Damn he was a sweet boy though. You gotta love a boy who takes to pussy the first time like a calf to a salt lick. I got all cuddled up in those strong arms, more tired than I been in ages. He stayed awake about all night, holdin me and stroking my hair. I could smell pussy all over his face whenever he kissed me. That’s the way it oughta be. His fingers was tracing all my scars as I drifted off.
He was still there the next morning. You didn’t think he would be, did ya? Well he had to go soon after that, with the damn cavalry. He walked me back to the barn and I gave him a little going away present to remember me by. I branded him with a cattle iron. He didn’t cry out or nothin. Guess he couldn’t really, being mute and all. Least he’ll remember who he belongs to now.
Posted by: Nikki Youngblood | 2005.10.28 at 10:59 PM
MuRke
It was pretty basic. Nothing hot or anything. Sex was sex when dirt was expensive, back in suburbia...but here in the city, in Toronto, dirt is cheap as hell, and hell is a bullet to the face and thats easy to find. So find me back when we were lovers.
I woke up only because I had to...if it was my choice I would have stayed in Wonderland, but thats that. I woke up dressed like a girl, vagina and all, and I didnt care or anything, I didnt go to the doctor if thats what you think. You werent thinking at all though.
Dead wood - thats what he had, so he had to ask me for mine. He took me to the back, next to some old truck and took down his pee pee shield...he told me to check it out and so I did. Didnt surprise me he was cut. It was runty.
So I got him to put it away. I asked him what he shoved in my pipe and he told me it was crack. I never had crack before, so I was scared I might let him cum on my hole and get me poisoned (leak, spill, toxic-mutation...things I dont want).
He told me he wanted inside, so I lifted my skirt and he stuck his dead-worm inside and started squishing it around like some kind of rodent inside a rodent-hole. He was drooling all over my face and neck and tits...I didnt know I had tits. Maybe girls only know they have tits when a guy starts shootin spit all over the plump rubbers.
He told me I like it but as I screamed for someone to help...the crack started to get to me...I felt like I was being raped.
So this is Toronto...
so this is easy dirt...
so this must be where the devil lives, where the devil lives.
He had a knife, and if I knew that then i wouldnt have let him stick his slug in my juice-outlet. I started panicking, I was frantic, hallucinating goblins and ghoulies.
I could hear a cop siren and I thought it was for me...someone will help.
One of his fingers slid up my ass hole and I cried out to the siren, but the devil choked me onto the soaked in slime street and started smashing the back of my skull down hard.
Then I felt a rush of hot cooze slide into my drain and infest my uteras, punishing me for all the sins I ever did...I wanted my cock back, so I could stab him in his heart, but that was worthless to think of...there was no chance of that.
Dry, hit, the next morning.
After the crack wore off, and I awoke with a giant slug living and breathing from a rip in my belly, a nice man with a rope hung me over a tree and just before he let me drop I felt more scum shoot into my already melted insides...
here where the devil lives, dank rotting hell decay thy cUnTs.---nd
Posted by: curt E Pullan | 2005.10.31 at 05:30 PM