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Post by jewdozer on Fri Jan 16, 2009 7:52 am

It was an oppressive day in the Australian outback. The northerly wind was blowing a sandy, hot wind across the bush, forcing beads of sweat to form and trickle down my brow. I had been holding back my bladder all day, as I was forced to herd the cattle with my father. Luckily we were passing by the neighbours estate and they had a neat little outhouse next to their clothes line. My father shouted out, "Hey Derrick! Remember to check under the toilet seat for Redbacks! You know they love a good dunny!"
"Yeah, yeah, always with the spiders", I muttered back to him.

About 10 metres from the outhouse, my insides began to wrangle, and I couldn't hold myself any longer. I broke into a full fledged sprint, throwing myself through the door of the outhouse. Flying through the air I span 180 degrees and threw down my dacks and landed on the toilet. "Tada!", I shouted, as my colon burst loose, and my bladders shot out urine like fire hydrants.

I leant back in delight. It felt like I was floating on a block of relief, in an ocean of satisfaction. Slowly the penile torrent reduced to a line of droplets. I shook with such purpose that the old dunny almost fell to bits. Just as I reached to grab some toilet paper, I felt a small tickle on my grundle. Initially I giggled, but then it happened. A sharp sting shot pain into the back of my testicles, and shot right up my spine. The pain was so terrifying that I almost cried.

I screamed in ecstasy. The pain sending me half way to orgasm. As I regained concentration I looked down to my crotch in time to see the little red back spider crawl up my shaft. It approached the apex of my peepee and jammed itself into my hole. I could feel it forcing its body down my rod like a marble, its strong legs pressing against the insides of my urethra. The cute little spider went balls deep.

Tears were streaming down my face, in both pleasure and pain. I could feel the little spider struggling to hold its own in the depths of my cock. I wanted it to bite me more. I started to flick the base of my shaft, hoping to incite some spider angst. Suddenly sharp sting after sharp sting shot through my Johnson. I felt like I was ducking god himself. My body spasmed, and my veins contracted, sending a rush of blood through my genitals. My balls contorted and I slew out more semen than the titanic. I was panting for air, fighting the poison in my blood. I looked down to see the little spider, curled up dead in my semen. I screamed out to my father, "HELP DAD! AHHH duck! A SPIDER GOT ME!", but under my breath I thanked the spider for helping me to experience true love.

By the time my father found me, I was unconscious. He rushed me to the hospital where I was administered with anti-venom and a blood transfusion. I was lucky to be alive. A couple of hours after gaining consciousness, my doctor entered the room. He looked down at his notebook and said, "I'm sorry Derrick, but the spider didn't just bite you". I looked on quizzically as he drew a deep breath. "It turns out that the spider layed a batch of eggs on the edge of your sphincter. We tried to remove as much as we could, but many of the spiderlings had already hatched and crawled into your anus. I'm sorry."

The doctor left me in the room with my father, he leaned over and said "don't worry son we'll get through this together". As they always say, true love comes from within.


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