CHUNGUS

My fingers brushed against his full and luscious lips. “Thicc,” I murmured, as if talking in my sleep; if this was a dream, I hoped I would never wake up. He closed his eyes, and I worked my tongue inside his spacious mouth, tasting bacon of the most epic kind. I was impatient. I yearned to know if his manhood lived up to his name. I stroked his ginormous tummy, slowly reaching for the prize.

Suddenly, without warning, I heard a ‘Sproing!’ and I was slapped in the face by his gargantuan erection. “Teehee,” he said, and I let out a gasp. “I see why they call you Big Chungus,” I remarked, stroking his enormous meaty spear. I craned my neck around, and began to lick around the shaft, working my way up in a spiral. But he was as impatient as I was, and grabbed me by my bratty blond hair. I knew what was coming and smiled masochistically.

He shoved his girthy and stinky cock deep into my struggling throat. I gagged and moaned, letting him use my entire oesophagus as an onahole. “It is time,” he said, in that deep, sensuous voice of his, “it is time, for me to fill you with Big Cumgus.”

- Esssie Nihil, before 10th September 2020