Trigger Warning: Extreme Horror: Contains Strong Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, and Language. Read Online Free

salty smell of sweat. I licked the cum off her cream pie and gave her another orgasm—massaging her clit in a slow, circular motion with my tongue as I fingered her.
    She started screaming a combination of God and I’s names, and then took the sweet Baby Jesus’ in vain.
    I met Angela at my gym. She was a yoga instructor who gave me a private lesson: aka she forced my chin down on the mat between her legs while she did the splits, her hot open cunt right in my face, lips spread. I breathed on her pink insides and she threw her head back and moaned as I stared up at her large heaving breasts and she forced my lips and tongue onto her gaping wetness and I devoured her.
    In her private shower room, she told me that she had been a dirty girl and ordered me to scrub her nubile body with soap and then to grope her breasts, ass, and pussy with my fingers under the hot running water. After I cleaned her up, she bent over, backed into my erect cock, and pushed me against the wall with her ass, which bounced against my groin as she forced me in and out, in and out…the hot water dancing on her back and the crack of her a—
    But back to the scene:
    I sat with my back against the headboard and lit a cigarette as Angela snuggled up against me.
    “Did you hear about those cannibal kids in Minnesota? They killed and ate like thirty people,” she said.
    I didn’t feel like talking about this crap. Not with her. She was my escape—not only from work, but my wife, my boring ass life. She was my fantasy girl, in the flesh—a gorgeous sex toy.
    “Yeah,” I sighed. “I heard about it. They were both fast food mascots. They killed people while wearing their ridiculous costumes.”
    “I think it’s so sad—kids these days. I don’t know why they’re so mean. I blame the parents.”
    “The boy cannibalized both his father and mother.”
    “Probably served them right for raising such a fucked up kid.”
    “Yeah. It’s a fucked up world,” I said, bored, taking a drag off the cig.
    “People do stupid things.”
    “Yeah. People are stupid,” I said.
    This conversation was going nowhere and I had the sudden urge to just leave.
    “Did you ever hear about that serial killer in Chicago who cut out prostitute’s eyes and replaced them with big black buttons?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “Richard Harris. He was a pecan.”
    “I think he hated women.”
    “Yeah, probably. I mean, he killed them.”
    “Why do so many men hate women?”
    “I…don’t know. They feel…like they’re better than them, I guess. And somehow that excuses their violent and sexually deviant behavior toward them. For Richard, I think it was partly his religious upbringing. His parents were pecans too.”
    “Did you ever hear about that brain surgeon who got shot in the head, ended up in a coma, and woke up a serial killer?”
    I got drowsy and started to doze off…said something like, “Um…ye-ah.”
    “ROBERT!”
    I jumped. “What?”
    Angela crawled on top of me, her breasts pushed against my chest, and I stared down into her cleavage, my dick getting hard against her ass and cunt. She started rubbing her wetness against me, and then she asked again, licking my lips, talking into my mouth.
    “Did you hear about that guy?” She sneaked her tongue between my lips, and I bit her softly.
    “What guy?” I asked, drawing away.
    “The guy who got shot in the head and turned into a serial killer?”
    “No. I haven’t heard of him. Sounds like Phineas Gage.”
    “Who’s Phineas Gage?”
    “Guy in the 1800s. Had a railroad spike go through his head. Used to be a charming guy like me, but then he turned into a complete asshole.”
    “Did Phineas kill anybody?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    “Talking about this turns me on,” she said, gripping my cock, and positioning it into her cunthole.
    “Not again, baby doll. I’m exhausted.”
    “Oh come on. I know you got more spunk in ya than that.”
    “Fine,” I said.
    I squeezed her firm ass as