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Freaks of Porn Presents: Naughtia
Naughtia and her sensual lover have just returned from the Opera, I bet you can’t guess what they saw! Watch as they explore one another and the music of the night together in this sizzling hot scene!
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John, Carole and a Bottle
I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are not always getting up to ‘unusual activities’ but we decided when we first got married that we should work hard to keep some sparkle in our sex life… hence the ‘games’. About 4 or 5 times a year (it used to be more often) we act out our fanasies and really go to town. This particular event happened about 18 months ago and to the best of my recollections what happened was this… I’d got home from work about 7:00 and usual sat down to my tea.
My son was already in bed and Carole (my wife) sat watching me with a permanent grin on her face. I finished my tea and went into the living room, my wife followed still smiling. “Ok”, I said, “What’s up?”. “I wondered whether you were in the mood for a game?”, she replied. “Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)”, I asked. “Mine”, she said gleefully. “You’ve got something planned”, I said. “What’s the matter, lost your bottle?”, she said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I’d forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I’d left the top on) and she said she was going to get even. “Well?”, she asked. “Ok then”, I said, “What’s it to be?”. “First you’ve got to promise not to go back on your word”, she said. “I promise now put me out of my misery”, I replied, wishing immediately that I hadn’t said that last bit. “Well first I want you undressed”, she said. “Where?”, I asked. “Here”, she said, “in the living room, by the fire”. Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off. “What now?”, I enquired. “Now”, she said wickedly, “I want to tie your hands behind your back and your feet together”. “What for?”, I asked.
“Do you want to play this game or not”, she snapped. “Alright, alright”, I said, “tie away”. From the bureau she produced two lengths of thick orange nylon rope. ‘She’s been cutting up my tow rope’ I thought as she came over and tied my hands and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few minutes and as I laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let myself in for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing only a pair of long leather boots and a studded leather belt round her waist. Then I noticed she was carrying that beer bottle and a glass. “Like a drink?”, she said pouring a little into the glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!. “If thats what I think it is, no thanks”, I replied.
“Well we’ll have to see whether you’re a good boy, wont we?”, she said putting the bottle and glass on the coffee table. She came over to me and sat on my stomach facing my feet. “Call that a prick?”, she said flicking it with her fingers. “Give me a chance”, I said, “I havent had a chance to get worked up yet”. “I’ve seen bigger matchsticks”, she continued, waggling it from side to side (Great sense of humour my wife, anyone who didn’t know me intimately would think I only had a small one). Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried out. “If your prick isn’t hard by the time I count to ten I’ll squeeze them even harder”, she said in a harsh voice. As she counted I closed my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde, she was naked and just about to close her mouth around my cock. “5…6…7, thats better”, Carole said, “signs of life at last, but you’ll have to do better than that”.
Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and was just about squat over my face. “9…10″, she continued, “well, its not as hard as I would have liked, but it’ll do”. Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a roll of thread, which she proceeded to wind round my cock 5 or 6 times, leaving about 14 inches hanging loose (the thread I mean, not my cock). Turning to face me she said “Right, you snivelling little wanker, this is where I start to REALLY enjoy myself”. Her face had lost all trace of humour and she looked angry and hard. Kneeling directly above my face she said “You can start by eating my pussy”.
Craning my neck I reached up and ran my tongue the length of her slit. She sat back on my chest and slapped me with all her might around the face. “You useless bastard”, she snapped, “Is that the best you can do, LICK ME HARD”. She positioned herself above my face again but not near enough. I pushed up and forced my tongue deep inside her hot hole. As I did so she moaned and some of her juices ran down my tongue and into my mouth. My prick now was reaching its full potential and the thread was cutting into it causing me great pain. This resulted in a lapse in concentration and I stopped licking Caroles cunt. She sat back and WHACK, my face stung again as she slapped me. “You’re a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker. What are you?”, she asked. “The thread was cutting into..”, I began, trying to explain. WHACK.. WHACK.
This time I received a slap on each cheek. She had fire in her eyes and I knew I would have to obey. “I’m a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker”, I said meekly. For the first time in a while she smiled, but it was a wry smile, she was really enjoying my pain. She positioned herself again and began playing with her nipples (her nipples are so sensitive she can bring herself off just by touching them alone). I lifted my head to continue my service but she reached down and pushed it back to the floor with a thump. “When I tell you to.. not until”. I was grateful that the pain had at least lessened my ardour and the excruciating pain I had felt in my cock. Moving her hands down to her cunt she teased her clit then opened the lips, causing several drops of juice to splatter onto my face. She looked down, smiling at her handywork and said “Ok, now lick me really hard”. I pushed up and licked her clitoris. “HARDER”, she yelled.
I tried but she just wasn’t close enough. She reached behind my head and forced me hard against her cunt. “STUFF YOUR TONGUE UP ME.. HARD”, she urged. I couldn’t breathe I was dying!. Did she realise she was killing me?. I had to say the code word to make her stop, but all I could manage was “mmmpppppfffff”. “Do it right or I wont let you breathe”, she said. I forced my tongue out further than I had ever done and reached depths of her body I never thought possible. “Ooooohhhh”, she said with deep satisfaction and released my head. Her juices covered my face, in my eyes, up my nose, matting my hair and the amount that collected in my mouth as I struggled for breath took two large gulps to swallow.
“Thats the first time you’ve made me cum with your tongue“, she said softly. “You nearly killed me there”, I said, “I’m glad thats over”. “OVER!!”, she said, the harshness returning, “I’m not finished with you yet boy. I’ve been planning this for days there’s lots more to do”. I couldn’t believe it, in the past she had always lost interest after she had cum. “Whats next”, I asked. “Well”, she replied “you know how I like my arsehole tickled, I had planned that you were going to bring me off with your tongue up there but I couldn’t wait. Still never mind, you can still tongue me”. With that she turned round and squatted over my mouth. Reaching behind her she parted the cheeks of her bum and told me to lick.
“Ooohhh”, she said as my tongue flicked up and down, “thats niccceee”. She squirmed around then sat firmly on my face, I could just about breathe. “Push it up”, she squealed, “I want to feel it inside me”. I tried but she was too tight. She got off of my face and turned round. “Now you’ve disappointed me”, she said with a wicked glint in her eye, “Its drinky time”. With the she took the bottle off of the table. “Now thats going a bit too far”, I said. The pain returned to my prick. She had grabbed hold of the loose end and yanked it. “Ok”, I said, “You win”. She squatted with her cunt just over my mouth and with one hand parted the lips. “Open wide”, she said pulling on the thread to make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she poured the contents of the bottle over her clit, down her slit and into my mouth. It was LIMEADE. I hate the stuff I think piss would have been preferable. “You’ve got off easy this time”, she said, “Next time You may not be so lucky”. “Is that it?”, I asked. “Nope”, she said, “turn over. I want you to finger me”. I turned onto my stomach and she positioned herself over my hands.
”Rub my clitoris gently or its the strap for you”. I turned to see that she had taken off the studded belt and was holding it menacingly over my buttocks. I moved a finger up and prodded her in a sensitive spot “OUCH” she said bringing the belt down over my arse. ‘Snap’ I thought no longer caring. “Can’t you do anything right”, she snapped, “I can see that you havent learnt your lesson”. Believe me, trying to gently rub a clitoris with your hands tied behind your back, not being able to see where the damn thing is and with pain wracking your body is not an easy thing to do. It would make a doozy section for the Krypton Factor, better than those stupid puzzles they do. Another good one would be reciting a nursery rhyme while your face is inserted up a sopping chuff… where was I.. Oh yes.
Well after a few unsucessful prods Carole was really loosing her temper. “Rotten bastard”, she said, “You’re doing it on purpose. I’ve got just the punishment for you”. I waited for the stab of pain but to my horror I felt the rim of the bottle top pressing against the rim of my arsehole. “NO”, I yelled tensing my arse. “See how you like a bottle up YOU”, she said pushing hard. I was fighting a loosing battle and my sphincter muscle was fading fast. Bit by painful bit the bottle went in till it reached the wide part. “Thats enough, it wont go any further”, I offered. “I took a lot more up me”, she answered and continued pushing. That was it I couldn’t take anymore she was ripping me apart. I screamed the code word and she stopped. “Sorry”, she said, “Have I gone too far?”. I laughed at the innocence of the question. “I can’t take any more of that bottle”, I said. “Do you want to stop the game?”, she asked. “No”, I answered, “I’ve come this far, I’ll see it through. Just remove that bloody bottle”. She removed the bottle and turned me over onto my back. “Just one more thing”, she said. “What’s that”, I asked. “Where’s my fuck”, she replied.
I looked at the pathetic limp object between my legs and said “No chance”. “I thought of that”, she said, “I’ve a little story for you”. Carole does know how to tell a good sexy story. “Guess who I went to see this morning?”, she said. “Who?”, I asked. “Julie”, she said. Now Julie is our niece, she was 17 and georgeous and Carole knew I had the hots for her. “I got her out of bed. Did you know she sleeps only in a pair of knickers?. She’s getting a very big girl, her tits are larger than mine.. and so firm and proud”. It was working, my cock was finding a new lease of life. She continued, “We chatted while she got dressed. You’d have loved to have seen what I saw when she took those knickers off. The cutest arse.. and that cunny of hers.. it looked so sweet I wouldn’t have minded a taste myself”. I winced as I realised the thread was still wound round my cock, and it was starting to pull tight again. “Yes”, she went on, “when she sat down and lifted her leg to put a clean pair of knickers on her cute little cunt parted and it was so pinky and moist.
I even caught a whiff of it, most delightful. If only you could have been there and seen it, You would have creamed your jeans. By now I had a raging hard-on and Carole mounted it. “Arghhh”, I yelled as the pain got more intense, “You’ll do me a serious damage”. “Trust me”, she said, “Remember I’m a nurse”. “Did they teach you this at college or did you pick it up on the ward”, I quipped. “I nearly forgot the best bit”, she said, “I brought back a souvenier for you”. Again she reached under the sofa cushion and this time she produced a pair of knickers. “I retrieved them from Julie’s linen basket, they’re the one’s she was wearing last night, she’ll never miss them”. “Aaarrrggghhh”, I yelled again as my cock reached bursting point. “And just look at these stains”, she said showing me the crotch, “Looks as if Julie was a very naughty girl last night. Here enjoy yourself”, she said placing the crotch over my nose and mouth.
The conflict of pain and pleasure was indescribable. “Oooohhhh”, Carole moaned getting more and more worked up, “Your prick feels just like one of those ribbed dildos” (I never even knew she’d ever experienced a ribbed dildo). Luckily Carole didn’t need much stimulation and with a cry of “Fuck me, fuck me, ooooh yes, thats ittt, I’m coming, I’m cominggg, NOW, AAHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AAAAHHHhhhh” (she’s got a way with words). She climaxed for the second time that night and collapsed. “Please take that thread off”, I wimpered. “Sorry darling”, she said lovingly, easing herself off of my prick. Soon she had released the thread and my bonds and looking up at me said “You just lick on those knicks babe, think of Julie’s lovely little cunt and leave the rest to me. She then lowered her mouth over my aching prick. It didn’t take long with all of those sensations taking control of my body and within seconds
I had the most violent orgasm and shot so hard and long into Carole’s mouth that her head jerked back with the force. Quietly she took the bottle and dribbled the spunk into it thinking I hadn’t spotted her. Handing me the bottle she said “Here darling why don’t you finish the limeade”. “You don’t catch me that easy babe”, I replied, “But I think you forgot where that bottle’s been when you put your mouth round it just now”. I can still remember the look on her face.. and thinking to myself ‘There is justice after all’
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I wanted anal sex and she didn’t
After he finished untying his unconscious former girlfriend, he left and didn’t look back. She won’t be able to shit for about a month without thinking of me, he thought as he pulled into the drive-thru convenience store. The 40-oz. beer was going down smoothly as he cruised the back roads thinking about where his next piece of ass was going to come from now that his steady relationship was over. One thing was for sure, however: He vowed silently that he would never beg and plead with a woman for anal sex again. It was what he liked best, and if they wouldn’t give it up willingly, then they weren’t qualified to be his girlfriend. And just maybe he’d take it anyway, even if they weren’t willing.
Off in the distance he could see the 4-way flashers of a car pulled off to the side of the lonely country road. He rolled up behind the vehicle to offer assistance. The driver was a brown haired woman in her early thirties. “Do you know anything about car engines?” she asked pleadingly through the one-inch gap in the window of her locked door. “I know enough to leave them alone.” he responded with a smile. “About all I can offer you in the way of assistance is a ride to a phone. And as you can see your a few miles from anywhere.” “Well then, it looks like I have no choice.” she said, getting out of her car and walking toward his. He offered her a swig of his beer as they proceeded down the dark gravel road. “No thanks. Do you always drink and drive?” she asked with a condescending tone. “I just broke up with my girlfriend.” he replied, taking another swig. “That’s too bad. How come?” “After four years we just now found out that we were incompatible.” “Really? Which one of you squeezed the toothpaste from the middle?” “It was a little more serious than that, I’m afraid. It had to do with sex.” “Well, tell me about it. I know a little bit about sex. Maybe I can make a few suggestions that might save your relationship.” “I wanted anal sex and she didn’t.” “Well, you can’t very well hold that against her. What girl in her right mind would want a big fat dick stuffed up her ass! Maybe if you told her that you’re sorry you ever mentioned such a disgusting thing she’d forget about it.” “I don’t think so.”
Cliff replied an edge of irritation surfacing in his voice. He was pissed that this bitch would just automatically side with Dani. “Oh, come on. She can’t be mad at you forever just for asking for something kinky! We all know what perverts you guys all are,” she laughed. “What makes you think she won’t forgive you?” “Just a hunch.” Cliff knew that what he was about to say would take him past the point of no return with this woman. He looked over at her so that he could see the expression on her face. “See, I tied her up and gagged her, and then I fucked her up the ass as hard as I could with no lubrication. And when I was done I shoved a firecracker up her ass and lit it, and watched her face twist up with agony when it exploded. So do you think I should buy her flowers when I make this big apology?” “Let me out, ” she said in a normal tone, looking straight ahead, gripping the door handle. “Pull over and let me out right here.” “No problem,” he said, turning the car off the road onto a turkey trail that ran off at an angle between two cornfields. “I think I’ll get out too.”
He checked the mirror to make sure that the car was out of sight of the main roadway, then locked up the brakes suddenly, causing her to pitch forward and lose her grip on the door handle. He then opened his door, hit the power locks, got out and slammed the door shut. By the time she managed to get her door open, he was waiting to help her out. “Let’s take a little walk in the field, babe. You’re about to get corncobbed!” She screamed and kicked as he pulled her along holding her firmly at the wrist, actually dragging her at times when she lost her balance and fell while he pulled her quickly into the tall rows of corn. She fought frantically as they moved deeper into the moonlit field, but his adrenaline was flowing too, and he was surprised when he noticed that he could hardly feel her punches. Suddenly out of breath, he pushed her to the ground in a relatively clear spot. He knelt over her body and brutally ripped off her thin blouse, followed by her bra which left red marks on her flesh as he yanked it off her heaving chest. She suddenly felt super naked and totally helpless.
She knew no one had heard her screams. She knew that he was stronger than she was. And worst of all she knew that he was going to fuck her in the ass! She began to sob softly with despair and offered no resistance as he turned her over and unzipped her long black skirt, pulling it off. Her pantyhose came next, leaving her completely nude. He quickly tied her left ankle with one end of the hose, wrapped it around a stalk of corn several times, and then tied it tightly to her right ankle. His own belt, wrapped around her body just below her tits, held her arms securely at her sides. Then he was gone. When he returned a few minutes later, he had his beer and a toolbox from his car. “Got some bad news for you, bitch.
Since my girlfriend just drained by rod with her ass about an hour ago, and since I’ve been drinking ever since, it’s gonna take quite a while to get me aroused. So I figured while I’m waiting for my dick to get hard enough to ram up YOUR ass, I might as well punish you in place of every girl who’s ever hurt me!” While he was talking he stuffed her whole bra into her mouth, securing it there with some duck tape from the toolbox. WWWWHAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!! Her back arched and her eyes bulged as inconceivable pain seared through her backside. She twisted her head, looking over her shoulder just in time to see what looked like a length of rubber garden hose begin its arc toward her naked buttocks a second time. WHAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKK!!! She straightened her head and jerked her shoulders forward as hard as she could, straining to inch forward. WWWHHAACCCCCCCK ! ! ! ! ! ! She struggled still harder against her bonds. The pain was excruciating. WWHHAAACCCCCCCKKK ! ! ! ! ! ! She clenched her buttocks tight with all her might. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The pain grew as he whipped her ass harder and harder. She screamed as loud as she could into her bra gag, and when he still wouldn’t stop she began to sob, hysterically at first, then softly as her buttocks began to numb to the pain. WWHHHAAACCCCCCCCCCKK ! ! ! ! ! She had quit struggling, letting her whole body go limp except for the involuntary jerk at the moments of impact. He soon tired of the vicious flogging, and as he stared down at her beet red backside he thought up an even more outrageous torture for the helpless woman to endure. “Have you ever wondered why they call anal sex ‘cornholing’?” He asked as he broke off and shucked a large ear of corn from one of the stalks. “Let’s see how well this fits up there.” He pulled one buttock to the side and pressed the ear of corn firmly against her puckered virginal nether ring.
She had no strength to struggle, and was powerless to resist. “NOOOOOOOO!!! OH GOD!!!!! ST P IT! IT HURRRRRTITS!!!! She screamed into her gag as the corn was forced relentlessly into her butt. As soon as it was almost all the way in, he reversed directions and pulled it back out to the tip, the tight muscle bumping over each kernel along the way. He pumped it in and out for a while until he sensed that her pain and humiliation from the depraved act had diminished considerably, then he reached for the drill in his toolbox. It was a Black & Decker variable speed reversible model with a fully charged battery pack. He locked in a 3/4 inch bit and held the corn cob tight as he screwed the drill into it until the bit was buried all the way and the corn was turning as he reved the drill.
Then he re-inserted it up her ass and pulled the trigger. Slowly at first, it began to turn in her hole, causing her considerable discomfort. What was he doing? She wondered as the corn spun deeper and deeper into her body; deeper than before because he now no longer had to grip it with his hand. She sighed with relief as her hole closed over the big end of the corn and he released the trigger for a moment, causing the slow spinning to stop. Then, with a sadistic grin, he pulled the trigger all the way. Her mind exploded in shards of agony as the corn spun at top speed in her clingy bowels. Her body convulsively pushed outward and the big end of the corn emerged from her anus. She then clenched her buttocks tightly, and actually succeeded in slowing the revolutions of the instrument of torture.
When her body involuntarily pushed the foreign object outward, it gained speed and was able to screw back in. But when she clenched her buns tightly around it, she could almost stop it from spinning. As soon as he realized that she was gaining some control over her situation, he pushed her legs farther apart, spread her ass open with his free hand, and rammed the twisting phallus in and out until the yellow corn was beginning to turn pink from blood. He stopped at that point, not wanting to splatter the blood all over himself. “Well bitch, now that you’re not so tight-assed anymore, I’m gonna give you the ultimate in anal penetration. Ready for a fist fuck?” She felt his clenched fist pressing between her buns and pushing hard against the sore gaping hole of her butt. She wanted to clench her sphincter shut to deny him entry, but her muscle control was gone. She groaned in pain as his fist forced its way into her tortured body through the rear entrance. As soon as her anus squeezed around his thick wrist, he began to twist it back and forth; pull it in and out; adding to her suffering. Then he unclenched his fist, opening and closing his hand inside her. Although he wanted to prolong her plight, his dick was hard and ready for some action. This is one time when a chicks pussy will be tighter than her ass, he thought as he suddenly yanked his hand out of her, causing her to yelp in surprise as her damaged anal ring stretched to release the thickest part of his fist.
The welcome empty feeling only lasted about a minute as he shucked another big ear of corn and rammed it deep up her ass. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. He scooted under her roughly until her soft breasts were pressed onto his chest, his throbbing pecker straining toward her snatch like a heat-seeking missile. He pulled the saliva soaked bra gag from her mouth and kissed her roughly as he struggled to insert his dick into her tight dry pussy. The passage was made particularly snug by the corncob in her ass, but it still didn’t take long for him to bury himself to the hilt. Gripping her right ass cheek and pulling it to the side, he used his right hand to thrust the corn dildo in and out of her sore bottom. He could feel it rubbing against the sensitive underside of his penis through the thin membrane separating her twin love channels. She groaned into his mouth and pulled her face away, breaking the kiss. He jammed the cob in all the way and let go as her ass ring closed around the big end. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pressed her lips angrily back to his. His tongue slithered into her oral orifice as he moved his hand to her left ass cheek, gripping and massaging both buttocks as he began thrusting in and out of her now dripping cunt hole.
Then he rammed deep, squeezed hard, and sucked her tongue into his mouth as his cum exploded deep in her womb. She was still sobbing softly as he dressed and gathered up all his things, including his belt which had held her arms tightly to her sides. “You should be able to undo the rest yourself. You don’t have to thank me for the ride, I’ll just take your cash for gas money.” Suddenly, they both heard the unmistakable cocking of a shotgun as an armed man in overalls emerged from the rows of corn. “This here property is posted. No trespassin.” Said the farmer. “Shoot him!” she screamed. “He raped me!” “No I don’t care much about that, little lady, I just care about my corn.” “Your corn! What about your corn?” “Well, what’s on the end of that there drill motor, I believe that’s part of my crop. And if I saw things right, there’s another one hidden in your bunghole, ma’am. So come on, push. Out with it.”
Still pointing the gun at the rapist, he bent down and rammed two big fingers up her ass, gripping and pulling out the cob as she screamed at the fresh pain. “Now how am I gonna sell these two ears of corn. There’s people starving in, well someplace or another and you damn kids are ruining food in some sort of kinky sex game. “Sex game? Are you crazy? He shoved corncobs up my ass and you call it a sex game? If you’re not gonna shoot him, call the police!” “I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna shoot him. I just haven’t decided yet.” “Look, I’ll pay you for the corn, just let me leave then, OK?” “So you wanna just leave, and you want me to call the police.” Said the farmer, glancing from fucker to fuckee. “I’ll tell you how we decide. A little contest. You each get to eat an ear of the corn you ruined. The first one done, and I mean every last kernel, gets their way. You can get the one on the drill, and if you finish first, you go free. And you darling, get the one I just pulled out of your butt. Lucky you, it’s still warm. Start anytime, time’s a wastin’.” He began to eat, tearing the slimy raw kernels from the cob. She took a single bite of hers and gagged. “I can’t. I can’t eat this.” She sobbed. “Then I Win, I win by default. See ya!” “Not so fast. ‘Cause the lady’s got such a purdy face, I’m inclined to give her another option. If you’d rather, missy, you can eat my dick instead of the corn. But the same rules still apply. First one finished wins.” He unzipped his overalls and sat on the ground at her face, still keeping the gun pointed at the rapist. “NO FAIR! Why does she get special treatment?” “Would you like the option of sucking my dick? I didn’t think so. No both of you, start eating.” He ate, she sucked, both working hard to complete their task.
Within a few minutes, the farmer was almost ready to cum, unable to resist her hot sucking mouth. But as he looked at the man, he saw the cob was bare, and the rapist was about to declare victory. Instead, the farmer made a SHHHH! Gesture toward him, gently set down the gun, and silently waved good bye. And just as she heard the rapists’ car start, spurts of semen began filling her mouth and throat. She pulled back, realizing that she had lost and not wanting to continue this insane contest. That suited the farmer just fine, he was content to shoot the rest of his load onto her face and hair. He helped her untie her legs, and they walked back to the road, and then toward the farmers house in the distance. “I know you’re probably a little pissed at me right now, but there really wasn’t much I could do. You see, the gun wasn’t loaded, and as for callin the cops, Hell, I don’t have a phone. I’d offer you a ride to town, but my tractor don’t have no headlights, so it’ll have to wait for mornin. We do have runnin water though, so you can get yourself cleaned up a bit. And we got a spare bed, so you can spend the night if you want, but only on one condition. “What’s that?” she asked, expecting to be propositioned. “Well we out here in the heartland try to raise our families proper. Don’t want them gittin their heads filled with the kinky sex ideas that you city folks come up with. So if you spend the night, You gotta STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER.
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