Bad Cough. Bad.
A summer cold is an ugly animal.
So sweaty, slippery, feverish—Jimmy was slip-sliding away, far out, away, I soo wanted him to stay in me. He grew another penis, a much longer one that coiled warmly inside. As he fucked me very well with the new twisty dick, HUH-nuh, HUH-nuh, HUH-nuh, his first wound itself around my waist like an eely, oily sheet, three yards long. He slithered heavily onto my chest, squirmed a third up my butt, a fourth around my neck....