Banjo string misery
I was 18 or 19 and having a right good session with my girlfriend on a sofa at her mate's house. Things were getting somewhat athletic and I withdrew ever so slightly too far, bumped on her pubic bone on the way back in and carried on. A moment later she asked me if I had come, obviously not as I was not a quivering wreck of sweaty teenager yet. 'Well, what's all that then?' she asked referring to the rather obvious moisture overload in her flange. Exasperated I withdrew and nearly cried at what I saw. There was blood pumping, yes pumping, from my bell end and dripping from her minge. I gripped my knob with all my might and ran up the stair to get it under the cold tap in the bathroom. I was shaking like a shitting whippet all the way and I didn't give a shit about all the blood that was flying all over the nice walls and lovely new white stair carpet. Rather too slowly I thought, I lost the erection and the bleeding subsided to a trickle so I could inspect the damage. It was indeed a snapped banjo string. We tried, oh how we tried, to have sex again but the pain of minge moisture on open cock wound is intollerable, it took a good 3 months to be able to do the job right. We spent a couple of hours bleaching blood stains from the carpet and wiping the walls and sofa cushions free of blood that night. My bollocks were like concrete as I was seconds from the vinegars when the incident occurred, a problem I couldn't manually cure for months either. Oh how we laughed
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Sat 15 Jul 2006, 13:27, Reply)