Akabusi scaled the walls of the £756,000 Sussex mansion with all the stealth of a gekko on a Mallorcan shower wall. As luck would have it the window was open. He dropped in and slipped out of his dungerees and let the cool air caress his polished ebony skin.

The house was quiet. He looked into one room and saw the sleeping Peter Andre - without the wig and wax on his face he was rather beautiful. But Akabusi wasn't into arses. Not today.

He heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He ran along the landing, his giant cock swinging in the air like Saddam on Youtube. He looked into the bathroom and saw a mad little f**ker, big as a barrel and blind as a bat leaping up and down in some boiling water.

"Akabusi!" said a voice behind him. "Stop looking at that mong with your cock out".

Akabusi slowly turned around and saw BGB in front of him - wearing nothing but a Juicy Couture camisole and the slightest glistening of her ample clunge.

As ever Akabusi's cock became harder than the Guardian cryptic and proceeded to bang her tits off as Harvey ate a bag of Prawn Cocktail crisps from the floor that Akabusi had brought just in case.

Before Akabusi left he wiped his now dying cock on Harvey's afro, bent down to the prone BGB, who lay liked a painter's radio in the moonlight, and whispered "Awooga" in her ear and patted her on the fanny.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 14 Jun 2012, 8:44, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

10/10.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 14 Jun 2012, 8:49, Reply)

Fraid not, not his own work.
I'm afraid it's a "See me after class" in red pen.
( Peej, Thu 14 Jun 2012, 9:39, Reply)

I never tire of these.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 14 Jun 2012, 8:51, Reply)