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Sexual Zone (MF, FF, span humo)
by Frederik Pileborg (frederik.pileborg@swipnet.se)

***

This text is Public Domain and may be read, spread, printed out,
archived, and flushed down the toilet by anyone (local laws
allowing).  (Be careful, in some countries, it is actually illegal
to flush crap down the toilet.)





Intro:

Greg moved his huge penis in and out of his wife, grunting with each
thrust, enjoying her screams of delight.  With a final grunt he pulled out
of her and shot twelve gallons of sperm on her stomach with the force of a
paint stripper.  Alarmed he suddenly looked around the room in terror.
"What's wrong, darling?" his wife inquired.  "I don't know," he said.  "but
I have the funniest feeling...  just like someone was...  reading a
detailed description of us having sex!"


    Leave your sanity at the door, it's:

    The Sexual Cliché Zone (MF, FF, span, humo)

    by pUSSEL (Lord Of Neglected Pet Heaven)

    (This story written with the amazing power of Not Wearing Pants.)


Cindy and Linda, the two hottest cheerleaders at Mistress of the Leather
Whip High School were walking down the street.  Minding their own business,
they were looking in windows at clothes and jewlery, never ever letting a
complex thought enter their minds.  They were both blond, with 38DD tits so
firm neither of them had to wear a bra.  What?  You were expecting
something else?  Anyway, due to their excessive dumbness they had no idea
that a horrible set of events was about to occur, unleashing untold powers,
result in a crummy story, and send an innocent bystander into:  The Sexual
Cliché Zone.
    "Oh, Cindy, you're so corny.  Hey, let's run over the street
without looking so we can see some obscure never to be mentioned detail
that's situated on the other side of the street!" "Ok, sound great!" Cindy
said, and they both ran giggling over the street, making it almost all the
way before a truck suddenly appeared out of thin air to send their frail
bodies flying.  Paramedics were soon on the scene loading Cindy and Linda's
mangled bodies into the ambulance, taking them to the nearest hospital.

---

At The Really Big hospital, Ursula was just beginning her shift.  She was a
janitor, her job being to mop up all the gunk on the floor.  While Ursula
wasn't directly unattractive, she did have some qualities that sent men
flying through doors pretending to have urgent tasks at hand somewhere else
everytime she got close.  Five foot three, with shoulder length hair the
same colour as mouse droppings, hanging together in small tail like
formations, she had no tits, and had once been sent to the doctor to verify
that she indeed was female.  But things were soon to change, as the
horrible forces of the unknown was lurking around the corner, waiting to
plunge her life in to utter chaos, screaming, hellish, removes any stain,
etc, etc.
    Suddenly Ursula was knocked over by medical staff, desperatly
rushing a couple of stretchers to the ER.  She went sprawling, knocking
over her bucket and crashing her broom through a small window on a door.
She groaned in pain and sat up.  Surprised she noticed a small necklace,
possibly gold, resting neatly in her lap.  She naturally put it on at once,
figuring that it must have belonged to one of the young blondes, and had
fallen off when they smacked right into her.
    Thunder, heavy gusts of wind, and that sort of thing went trough
the hallway.  Ursula suddenly felt very dizzy, and subsequently collapsed
in a heap on the floor.

---

Ursula woke up with hear head pounding like a great big pounding thing.
She carefully got on feet, seeking support on the wall.  She looked down to
check that her clothes were on straight, and to her surprise, two big
things were blocking her view.  Poking at them with her fingers confirmed
her suspicions, they were breasts.  Instinctivly she knew them to be size
38DD with pink nipples measuring half an inch fully erect.  "How the hell
do I know that?" she thought, but was startled by a sound behind her.  She
turned and to her amazement, a great big Watutsi warrior appeared.  Wearing
only a loincloth he pointed a finger at her and spoke.  "Me like white
woman!  Me show white woman looove!  Also, me hung like petting zoo pony!"
he said and ripped off his only peice of clothing, revealing his fifteen
inch dick already fully erect.
    Ursula was just about to run away, when she was overpowered by an
incredible urge to be impaled.  Within two seconds she had discarded her
clothes and was bending over, waving her now-luscious ass at the warrior,
who quickly got the idea and got into position.  He grabbed a handfull of
her hair, that was now gleaming like gold, and inserted himself.
    Ursula huffed and puffed, as fifteen inch of solid Watutsi was
traveling in and out of her pink pussy.  Incredible amounts of juices ran
down her legs, pooling at the floor, as her body was rocked by the most
powerful orgasms she had ever had every thirty seconds or so.  And after a
few minutes the warrior had had enough and pulled out, spraying sperm all
over her ass.  Not only was he hung like a pony, he came like one too.
    Ursula stepped back and looked at the their juices that was
covering the floor, wall to wall.  "I'm not cleaning this up!" she said and
rushed out the door.  Behind her she heard the Watutsi warrior scream.
"White woman not go!  Me not have telephone number!"

---

Ursula ran down the empty hallway, towards Ms Edwards office.  Ms Edwards
was the only one in the whole world that showed her any kindness.  Ms
Edwards was sitting behind her desk when Ursula came thundering in.  "Ms
Edwards, you gotta help me...  there was this guy...  and he..  he.."
Ursula began, but was interrupted.  "Ursula, why dont you come and sit in
my lap and tell me what's wrong..." "What the hell are you...  sure!"
Ursula said, confused over her sudden change of heart.  Skipping over to Ms
Edwards like a little schoolgirl, Ursula sat down on her lap.
    "Explain yourself, Ursula!" "Well, there was this Watutsi warrior,
he fucked me nothing else, <giggle!>, and afterwards, I didn't clean up!"
"Sound like you have been a very baaad girl, Ursula!  I might have to spank
you!" "Oh no, please don't spank me...  oh, please spank me!" Ursula
pleaded and positioned herself with her ass over Ms Edwards lap.  Ms
Edwards picked up a ping-pong racket, and swatted Ursula on her ass until
it turned red.  "Why the hell am I letting her do this?" Ursula wondered.
    "Good girl!" Ms Edwards said.  "Time for your reward.  Place
yourself on the desk facing me." Ursula quickly complied, knowing Ms
Edwards wanted to eat her out.  The thought of Ms Edwards head between her
legs excited Ursula, while at the same time making her old self disgusted.
Her train of thought was soon interrupted by Ms Edwards tongue, wiggling
around in her cunt like a snake.  Ursula soon came, spurting pints of
juices on Ms Edwards face.  It spurted everywhere, and Ursulas last orgasm
was so powerful that her juices sprayed like a fountain, even hitting the
ceiling.
    Tired Ursula laid on the desk.  Breathing like an asthmatic gasell
running from a lion.  Ms Edwards looked at her and spoke to herself.  "No,
this won't do.  It simply won't do."

---

Just outside Ms Edwards office, Bob the maintenance man was checking lights
when Ms Edwards stuck her head out her door.  "Bob!  Get your ass in here!"
she screamed and Bob quickly ran into her office.  "Bob!  I wan't you to
fuck her in the ass!  understood?" "Yes, mam!" Bob yelled and removed his
pants.
    Ursula who was just resting was surprised when two big strong hands
grabbed hold of her and pushed her down.  She felt something slip into her
ass and relized that it was Bob's cock, thick like a telephone pole.
Despite the fact that her asshole was unlubricated and that she ha never
had anal sex before, it was all pleasure.  It went on for about twenty
minutes, during which Ms Edwards (naturally) sat on Ursulas face, getting
multiple orgasms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
    Bob pulled his dick out of Ursulas ass and moved up to her head,
shoving it into her mouth.  Ursula sucked like a pro and soon got a rush of
sperm into her mouth, which she swallowed.  That spurt was followed by
another, and another, and several more.  Ursula swallowed as much as she
could, letting the rest flow down her cheeks.
    Ursula suddenly realized what she was doing, and was overcome by
shame.  She got up and ran for the door, but Bob was fast and stretched out
his hand, getting a grip on the necklace around her neck.  It strained
around her neck before snapping, sending her sprawling right into the wall.

---

Ursula woke up with hear head pounding like a great big pounding thing.
She looked up and saw Bob, poking at her with the broom.  "NOOOO!  Please
don't fuck me brains out!" she screamed.  Bob's mouth dropped open in
surprise, and then his face clenched in disgust.  "You wish!  YUCK!" he
uttered.  "Clean up this mess!  It's supposed to stay in the bucket!"
    Ursula got up, and felt something slip from her neck to the ground.
Looking closer she saw that it was a necklace, with a broken chain.  (Ohh
my gaaawd!  It's was the necklace!  I had noooooo idea!!!)

---

So there you have it, The Zone has once again wrecked the life of a
horrible, antisocial woman.  Like you care.  But if you wake up one day
with a cheerleader by your side, realizing that you are a high school
fotball player, start screaming.  You're in The Sexual Cliché Zone!

Fade To Black.

End.


