Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2015 01:05:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 30

Pervert Phil (part 30)

This story traces the life of Phil, now deceased.  His life was filled with
perversion, which he enjoyed tremendously and freely shared with me.  This
series contains content that some will find offensive, so you may wish to
skip some parts.  Phil took many risks, and was fortunate to survive his
many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you not to follow
his example!

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She reached into her little bag of `toys' and retrieved a Bic lighter which
she tested first before placing it under the head of my penis.  It must
have been a brand-new lighter; the flame was very high.  She still held the
gun in her left hand when she flicked that lighter again and the flame
started to burn the head of my cock!  Scream?  I thought I would wake the
dead two counties over but at least I had the presence of mind not to beg
her to stop.  After what seemed like a week she withdrew the lighter from
my penis' head and said I was truly a disappointment to her because she
really did want to kill me.  `After all, you are a faggot and a pain-freak
fag at that!  You really need to die!'

She stepped back again and leveled the gun at me.  `Get on your knees, fag'
was all she said.  I did what she said even though my cock was screaming in
pain; I was pretty convinced that she really did want to shoot me.  She
stepped forward and placed the gun at my temple and, with her other hand,
hoisted her skirt up to reveal not a pussy but a rather large and quickly
getting larger cock!  She was a `tranny'!  I never would have guessed that
she had a dick!  `She' waved that cock at me and said `You know what to do,
cunt face.  Do it!'  `She' had at least nine inches of erect cock and I
opened my mouth and `she' stuffed it straight down my throat.  I still
couldn't think of `her' any way but as female even with all nine inches of
`her' penis buried deep in my throat.  It was very obvious that `she'
wanted me to pass out and that happened quite quickly.  Apparently `she'
got off on making a fag pass out.  When I came to I still had the taste of
a lot of `her' semen in my throat.

When I became fully awake I found that I was lying face down in the dirt;
`she' had just pulled `her' cock out of my mouth and let me fall flat on my
face.  `It's pretty apparent' she said `that you aren't going to let me
kill you tonight.  See this?' she said.  She held up a round-ish object
that had wires leading from it.  `Yes Ma'am' I said.

`I call this a labor-saving device.  It's a blasting cap and it's going
straight up your ass, faggot!  This gun gets a little heavy after a while
but this little baby is like a dozen M80's and it'll blow your guts all
over the place.  I'll hook it up to this little box that I'll tape to your
back. Any crap out of you and you ain't gonna like what happens!'  She told
me to stand up and lean over against her car.  I put my hands on the door
and she stuck her hand into my asshole.  I could feel her pushing that
blasting cap into my ass quite deeply.  I could also feel the wires leading
out of my ass.  She stuck her hand in front of my face and told me to lick
it clean.  To make her point that I was in no position to refuse, she held
the gun to my head while I licked my own shit off her hand.

I knew `she' was really a `he'; I'd certainly sucked `her' dick until I
passed out from it.  Still, `she' was still a `she' in my mind.  She
finished attaching the wires leading out of my ass to the little box that
she taped to the middle of my back where I couldn't get at it.  She then
put her gun away in the bag when she retrieved a small box that had a strap
that went around her neck; it had a BIG red button on it and I was pretty
sure I didn't want to have her press that.  `I'd clasp you to my bosom,
faggot, except I think it would make a real mess all over this lovely skirt
and I don't want that!'

After a short session of unwrapping my cock and then striking the head with
her hand which brought renewed screams of agony from me because of her
previous use of the lighter, she told me to get into the car.  I did as she
told me, of course, and she threw my wallet at the head of my dick along
with my car keys.  Apparently I was not getting my clothes back.  She
didn't say anything as she drove and I knew better than to try to strike up
a conversation.  She drove clear back to my area and straight to the road
leading into the hospital emergency room.

`All right, Pussy, this is the end of the line.  Get out and see if you can
make it all the way into the E.R. without pissing me off too much.  That
little box has a pretty good range so I can plaster your guts all over the
E.R. if I want to.  Trust me, Cunt Face, I want to.  Oh yes, one other
thing, call me again when you get all fixed up if you want more – next
time I get to cut your balls off and put `em in a jar!  I'd cut `em off
right now but it would get my seats all bloody.  Just give me a little
good-night kiss and then get the fuck out!'

I got clear into the E.R. without exploding and I carefully explained to
the nurse (who threw a gown over me the second I staggered through the
door) what sorts of injuries I had.  `Sounds like you sort of asked for it'
was all she said but the E.R. doc took a long time to pull that blasting
cap out of my asshole.  They sent me home wearing the same hospital gown
and carrying a big tube of ointment for the head of my cock.  Fortunately,
my Blue Cross card was in my wallet and the $20 still in there paid for the
taxi.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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