It all started when my friend Zack convinced his girlfriend to go down on him. The catch was that he will have to give her some tongue action before he actually got anything for himself. Zack thought “Hell this woman will put my dick in her mouth, licking her cunt wont kill me”. Little did Zack know that this deal will leave a mental scar even years of psychiatric treatment wont be able to fix.
Being a shy girl the lights were switched off after the unmentionables were tossed and Zack found his tongue in unfamiliar territory in a dark room with the curtains drawn. Yea, it was Zack’s first time as well. From my personal experience and well now Zack’s too women go crazy when a tongue as much as touches their clitoris. In Zack’s case she was hornier than a bitch in heat to begin with. As things got naughtier and the girl started to spasm Zack’s mouth was filled with a strong salty taste. Being a novice and a first timer Zack assumed that was how a woman was supposed to taste when she climaxes. So even with the disturbingly uncomfortable saltishness and thick fluid he could feel dripping down his chin this young man continued pleasing his woman by venturing even deeper into the abyss of the now sickening cunt. Suddenly out of nowhere the girl pushed Zack’s head between her legs and clamped em like he was planning to run away with her pussy. And that was when the actual spasms started. For Zack it was worse than being tumbled down a hill in a cardboard box. Hell the boy couldn’t even breath since his nose was pressed against or for all we know inside her cunt. As he tells us now “The smell! OH GOD The SMELL!!!”.
After about a minute of being stuck in this highly disturbing situation the girl released him from “The Prison of Cunt”. Having lost all tolerance for anything on god’s green earth Zack rushed to the bathroom to wash out the thick, salty liquid which had now even made way to his nose. But before he could actually turn on the tap Zack saw in the mirror which no man no matter how evil should see; his face was covered in thick red blood. Yes, his girl was having her periods. Her hormones betrayed her and in the moment of heat she lost all her senses except the brilliant tongue lashing my friend was providing her with.
Zack died that night out of sheer disgust and shock but from his ashes rose Cuntaculla – The Period Feeder! While the old Count may bury his teeth in necks of unsuspecting victims Cuntaculla tears of panties and digs his teeth in the pads and then the pussy lips of girls having periods. So all you women folk might find it a good idea to stay indoors during your “time of the month”, you never know when Cuntaculla might pounce and mutilate your twats.
