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Blogs > Jierks_Jently > Jierks Jently - Sex Agent

Freedom Comes! (Or Should that be "Coming is Freedom"?  

Jierks_Jently 54M
226 posts
8/5/2011 4:58 am
Freedom Comes! (Or Should that be "Coming is Freedom"?

Salvation came from unexpectedly close at hand. Once again snatching a moment with Elementria's unguarded laptop, I grasped my only chance with both hands. ("My only chance" is in this instance a euphemism for my engorged penis, for those who haven't been following. )

Logging on the The Website that Will Save the World, I quickly scrolled the webcams, looking for the perfect broadcast. By pure chance I found it. Her naked figure, drenched in soap, sat upright in a bath, wet hair clinging to her slim west country shoulders. Sensuously she rubbed soap into her small but gorgeously rounded breasts, throwing her head back in ecstasy as the gentle friction pulsed through her frame. I saw her stomach ripple, her eyes were alive with desire. A thick soapy lather coursed from her neck to her stomach like a gout of mixed semen and as I watched, my own erection began to grow. A memory of an old news report in the Penshaw Evening Echo swam into my mind; "The erection of the Angel of the North could be seen from Stanley Park."

Placing my straining cock like a crow-bar between my wrist shackle and the wall, I focused my mind on the vision on the screen. Images of shortbread and flying fish flickered through my brain, and as her hand strayed beneath the water, I put everything into my livid appendage. The pent up frustrations of months without orgasm built steadily inside me, and at last I felt something give. There was a loud bang, and the chains sprang asunder, freeing me from the wall. I leapt to my feet as Blowfish rushed into the room. Before she could act, the wet soapy beauty and my joy at my release triggered my ejaculation and I shot a massive stream of sperm straight at her hideous countenance.

Blowfish looked as if Dirk Diggler had given her a Jules Verne Torpedo during a blowjob. Her face puffed to the size of a basket ball in horror and she fled, clawing at her face and wailing like a punctured space hopper. I followed, but months of incaceration followed by such an explosive release had robbed my legs of strength and she escaped into the grounds. And Elementria was no where to be seen.

I immediately raised the alarm, and in moments members of the Lesbian Stone Circlet had arrived, carrying my spent body to the comfort of the great four poster bed in the Master's bedroom, where they spent the next six hours rebuilding my scarred mental imagery with visions of soft tongues and serial scissoring. And a packet of crisps.

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