DIY Surgery
Majoringram tells us: I once had a wart on my hand and went to the doc to get it frozen. It hurt, lots. Instead of having to go back for more, I got my trusty rambo knife and cut the thing off. Three years later, and not even a scar!
( , Thu 20 Jan 2011, 12:08)
Majoringram tells us: I once had a wart on my hand and went to the doc to get it frozen. It hurt, lots. Instead of having to go back for more, I got my trusty rambo knife and cut the thing off. Three years later, and not even a scar!
( , Thu 20 Jan 2011, 12:08)
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She was only a farmer's daughter but she could bang like a barn door
I was 22 and fresh out of uni when I met Barbara - I was between jobs and picked up some casual labouring work on her dad's farm that summer. She was your original English Rose - she'd done Finishing School, Chalet Girl stuff, the works - thick as shit but with tits you just wanted to bury your head in. She was back living at home after a failed engagement, I think she was about ten years older than me . We'd got chatting over a cup of tea and she made it clear she was up for a quick roll in the hay…well, I thought it was that she was after but it turned out that dear old Babs was a bit of a connoisseur when it came to 'unusual' sexual practices. Not perhaps every young man's dream, maybe a few nightmares….but fuck me, she was a goer. One night in the barn she'd told me about how she'd done a Rebecca Loos when she was in her teens (if you don't know what I'm talking about - Google it) but that was fairly normal on a livestock farm - everyone had to pitch in and ….lend a hand…
So, one evening all the farm work was done, her dad had retired to the house to get pissed on gin and Babs came out to bring me a beer as I finished up on the tractor. "I'm not wearing any knickers, you know" was her opening gambit - I almost lost the top of my finger as the screwdriver I was using slipped. She took the tool out of my hand, dropped it to the floor of the shed and then placed her manicured fingers onto the crotch of my oily jeans. A sharp intake of breath from me and then I almost burst out laughing as she said, "Come on big boy, show me your tool. " In minutes she was over the workshop bench, skirt around her waist and my cock pounding away like a steamroller's pistons.
She repeated this every day for about a week and then things began to turn - which is where the 'surgery' comes in….
We'd fucked everywhere around the farm whenever we could - I'd shot coils of hot white man fat all over her amazing tits, I'd rammed my lamb cannon (thank you Pooflake for that one!) up her Gary in the middle of a field in the midday sun and she'd bounced up and down as the vicar drove past at dusk. There was nothing she wouldn't do…or hadn't tried. And then she started to say how she fancied be a Dom to my Sub. I'd got a balaclava but I told her it was a bit warm for that. But no, that's not what she wanted…
So that's how I found myself stark bollock naked in the hay barn tied to an old cartwheel like some perverted early Christian martyr as she spanked my hairy arse with a lump of 4x2, cock and balls slapping in the wind and Babs stopping every so often to slide her meaty fingers into her drizzling clunge and moan about Colin fucking Firth. When she finally stopped moaning about wanting to bugger Darcy with a horse's cock she untied me and pushed me onto the hay bales. Babs had slightly bucked teeth which grazed my balls gently as she sucked and slobbered like a day old calf but that all helped to make me harder than the average Young Farmer on market day. As she slid down my throbbing pork sword and ploughed her own furrow deep and hard my delicate arse was taking a pounding from something sticking in the bales.
The lump of 4x2 that she'd spanked me with was grinding into my reddening cheeks and even managing to send sneaky splinters into my hairy dark hole where the barking spider lives. The strange thing is that rather than making me cry out in pain - and it was fucking painful - this was adding to the frisson. Her huge dark brown nipples were hypnotising me as they jiggled in front of my eyes and her deep crimson pocket gripped and slicked my own seed drill in a way that would have made Jethro Tull's eyes water. When at last I exploded baby butter deep inside her and she moaned like a ewe having a hard shit and only then did the pain begin. It was like I'd had a rusty cheese grater shave the hair on my arse. I turned over and Babs began the painful DIY surgery - she removed every fucking one of the huge splinters that were embedded deeply into each cheek. I almost cried with pain as each one was dragged out gripped tightly between her perfect French manicured nails - the only thing that stopped me was Babs - her nose just like a truffle hunting piglet, she finished up by giving the rusty sheriff's badge a thorough lick.
I had to stop seeing her then though - she gave me ringworm.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 16:17, 22 replies)
I was 22 and fresh out of uni when I met Barbara - I was between jobs and picked up some casual labouring work on her dad's farm that summer. She was your original English Rose - she'd done Finishing School, Chalet Girl stuff, the works - thick as shit but with tits you just wanted to bury your head in. She was back living at home after a failed engagement, I think she was about ten years older than me . We'd got chatting over a cup of tea and she made it clear she was up for a quick roll in the hay…well, I thought it was that she was after but it turned out that dear old Babs was a bit of a connoisseur when it came to 'unusual' sexual practices. Not perhaps every young man's dream, maybe a few nightmares….but fuck me, she was a goer. One night in the barn she'd told me about how she'd done a Rebecca Loos when she was in her teens (if you don't know what I'm talking about - Google it) but that was fairly normal on a livestock farm - everyone had to pitch in and ….lend a hand…
So, one evening all the farm work was done, her dad had retired to the house to get pissed on gin and Babs came out to bring me a beer as I finished up on the tractor. "I'm not wearing any knickers, you know" was her opening gambit - I almost lost the top of my finger as the screwdriver I was using slipped. She took the tool out of my hand, dropped it to the floor of the shed and then placed her manicured fingers onto the crotch of my oily jeans. A sharp intake of breath from me and then I almost burst out laughing as she said, "Come on big boy, show me your tool. " In minutes she was over the workshop bench, skirt around her waist and my cock pounding away like a steamroller's pistons.
She repeated this every day for about a week and then things began to turn - which is where the 'surgery' comes in….
We'd fucked everywhere around the farm whenever we could - I'd shot coils of hot white man fat all over her amazing tits, I'd rammed my lamb cannon (thank you Pooflake for that one!) up her Gary in the middle of a field in the midday sun and she'd bounced up and down as the vicar drove past at dusk. There was nothing she wouldn't do…or hadn't tried. And then she started to say how she fancied be a Dom to my Sub. I'd got a balaclava but I told her it was a bit warm for that. But no, that's not what she wanted…
So that's how I found myself stark bollock naked in the hay barn tied to an old cartwheel like some perverted early Christian martyr as she spanked my hairy arse with a lump of 4x2, cock and balls slapping in the wind and Babs stopping every so often to slide her meaty fingers into her drizzling clunge and moan about Colin fucking Firth. When she finally stopped moaning about wanting to bugger Darcy with a horse's cock she untied me and pushed me onto the hay bales. Babs had slightly bucked teeth which grazed my balls gently as she sucked and slobbered like a day old calf but that all helped to make me harder than the average Young Farmer on market day. As she slid down my throbbing pork sword and ploughed her own furrow deep and hard my delicate arse was taking a pounding from something sticking in the bales.
The lump of 4x2 that she'd spanked me with was grinding into my reddening cheeks and even managing to send sneaky splinters into my hairy dark hole where the barking spider lives. The strange thing is that rather than making me cry out in pain - and it was fucking painful - this was adding to the frisson. Her huge dark brown nipples were hypnotising me as they jiggled in front of my eyes and her deep crimson pocket gripped and slicked my own seed drill in a way that would have made Jethro Tull's eyes water. When at last I exploded baby butter deep inside her and she moaned like a ewe having a hard shit and only then did the pain begin. It was like I'd had a rusty cheese grater shave the hair on my arse. I turned over and Babs began the painful DIY surgery - she removed every fucking one of the huge splinters that were embedded deeply into each cheek. I almost cried with pain as each one was dragged out gripped tightly between her perfect French manicured nails - the only thing that stopped me was Babs - her nose just like a truffle hunting piglet, she finished up by giving the rusty sheriff's badge a thorough lick.
I had to stop seeing her then though - she gave me ringworm.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 16:17, 22 replies)
Why do these cunts always rip off spanky rather than Frankspencer?
He was funny, this is just poorly written wank fantasy.
With the emphasis on 'fantasy'.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:10, closed)
He was funny, this is just poorly written wank fantasy.
With the emphasis on 'fantasy'.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:10, closed)
I haven't read any of this wankers shit, but qotw needs frankspencer for mod!!!!
Always in r hartz
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 23:18, closed)
Always in r hartz
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 23:18, closed)
It's hard to emulate Frankspencer's style.
I once tried, it sounded shit so I deleted it again.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 9:20, closed)
I once tried, it sounded shit so I deleted it again.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 9:20, closed)
I enjoyed this
There's been a dearth of quality grot on here recently.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 21:05, closed)
There's been a dearth of quality grot on here recently.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 21:05, closed)
I'm trying to help here.
Scrumper appears unaware that you can look at at, real live naked ladies(and gentlemen, it's the 21st century now) on the internet rather than hanging around a comedy website waiting for someone to reprodice a hamfisted letter they sent to Razzle but had rejected due to it being too unbelievable.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 7:00, closed)
Scrumper appears unaware that you can look at at, real live naked ladies(and gentlemen, it's the 21st century now) on the internet rather than hanging around a comedy website waiting for someone to reprodice a hamfisted letter they sent to Razzle but had rejected due to it being too unbelievable.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 7:00, closed)
Well I for one can't see any reason why this can't be completely and totally true.
Other than the fact that it's clearly a load of probably plagiarised toss.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:26, closed)
Other than the fact that it's clearly a load of probably plagiarised toss.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:26, closed)
Sounds like
a certain episode of "How Not to Live Your Life". The one where he dates posh bird whose dad is so posh he can't understand a word he says. And then spits out caviar and says 'it tastes like gas' which made me have to pause the telly until I stopped laughing.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 9:23, closed)
a certain episode of "How Not to Live Your Life". The one where he dates posh bird whose dad is so posh he can't understand a word he says. And then spits out caviar and says 'it tastes like gas' which made me have to pause the telly until I stopped laughing.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 9:23, closed)
READ AND LEARN
THIS is the level of Sex Bullshit that is required.
b3ta.com/talk/6879373
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:44, closed)
THIS is the level of Sex Bullshit that is required.
b3ta.com/talk/6879373
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:44, closed)
Sorry to be pedantic
but the remit was DIY surgery, so this isn't strictly relevant. It's a shame, because you obviously put a lot of effort into this and you've obviously overcome a few issues in life.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:46, closed)
but the remit was DIY surgery, so this isn't strictly relevant. It's a shame, because you obviously put a lot of effort into this and you've obviously overcome a few issues in life.
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:46, closed)
hmm
I didn't think it was that good.. I like either laughter or moisture. The OP worked better...
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:59, closed)
I didn't think it was that good.. I like either laughter or moisture. The OP worked better...
( , Wed 26 Jan 2011, 22:59, closed)
I enjoyed reading this
People complaining that you are "not as good as Frank Spencer was": if everyone thought like that, nobody would bother to write anything as it's never going to be as good as Shakespeare, Dickens, Blyton, etc.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 14:10, closed)
People complaining that you are "not as good as Frank Spencer was": if everyone thought like that, nobody would bother to write anything as it's never going to be as good as Shakespeare, Dickens, Blyton, etc.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2011, 14:10, closed)
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