Gestalt Ch. 00.1: Special Delivery

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When the lights come back up, I'm laying on my back with my knees cocked to the left and I can remember there was something really important that I didn't want to forget to remember. I can hear Chancy's "hunh, hunh, hunh..." sound that she does when she's getting fucked really hard, so I try to lift my head to see where the sound is coming from but that hurts my throat, so I just roll it around to the left side. Looking out past my knees I see it's actually Mitzy; she's folded in half with her hands braced on the floor and her bit-and-bridle clenched in her teeth getting plowed vigorously by a tall skinny, kid with mild acne and a string of drool oozing from his mouth toward Mitzys upturned ass and suddenly I remember that its 'Buddy' and he brought us pizza (my tummy rumbles) before I nearly choked to death on his gigantic cock. But now it seems like everything is really alright, especially for Mitzy who is once again making her funny cumming noise (which i'm not even going to attempt to portray with the characters of the English language at this point in time 'cause i don't think i can really do it justice, it just one of those things...well, you just have to be there to get it).

I notice my right hand is resting in something kinda warm and gooey and I'm slightly concerned by this sensations, so I roll my head (slowly, Ginger) to the other side and I see it's just the pizza (pheeewww) and it seems like a relevant synchronicity that my hand is in the pizza and I feel pretty fucking hungry...it just makes a certain sense that is...inescapable, ya, know? So I kinda scoop at the pizza with my hand at this really awkward angle and it's kinda messy and not very effective but it's easier than trying to sit up at the moment so I just kinda roll with it (God grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, amen). Finally I manage so separate a slice from the center and peel it away and it's nice that it's cooled enough that I won't burn the roof of my mouth causing those annoying fucking blisters that I can't stop my tongue from playing with (like it has a fucking mind of it's own intent on inflicting further damage on my already tortured palate; i'm usually not patient enough with these things, it's something I'm working on).

I manage to hoist my slice of pizza out of the box and onto my chest where it smears into the remnants of jizz that Buddy sprayed me with as I was falling on my (fat!) ass, and I kinda roll over and curl up on my left side which makes it easier to drag the pizza up to my face (which is starting to feel weirdly tight in the places where Buddy's cum is drying out like a facial mask). I discover that my jaw is really stiff and sore (go figure!) and so I just kinda suckle on the disfigured...something (it's definitely nothing that could be neatly defined as a 'slice' anymore as that somehow connotes some kind of sharp, clear edges; maybe this thing has become something more like a...wad...yeah a wad of pizza, that sounds about right).

So I just keep nursing at my messy wad of pizza, just trying to kinda...extract the juices out of it (like a spider or something, 'cause my throat is still fucking raw from choking on Buddy's fat cock which makes it hard to swallow anything more substantial than pizza juices and my jaw is too sore to move much so i can't really chew the crust or even the pineapple slices very well at all) while I watch Buddy keep fucking the living daylights out my girlfriend who is now pretty consistently cycling between her "hunh, hunh, hunh..." sound and her funny cumming noise, and tears are streaming down her cheeks and I realize that her face is so glorious in moments like this, like she's in the midst of some divine epiphany, really just heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and Buddy just keeps laying the pipe like he's never gonna have another chance, which might very well be true.

Eventually, however, the laws of physics and physiology combine to bring about the inevitable conclusion and I watch Buddy's lips pull back tight against his teeth while his eyes go all buggy and his whole body tenses up and quivers, his hips racking out these short, jerky little thrusts, and I can feel it the moment he pops deep up inside my girlfriend's belabored cunt which triggers a sympathetic orgasm centered in the deepest core of my own lady parts and she lets out this deep unearthly moan, sort of a...bellow, I guess, the likes of which I've never heard her emit before. I know it's cause he's dumping a thick load of hot, spermy jizz in her most sacred space, her holy-of-holies and he's making her feel like a woman in a way no silicon substitute ever will, and I cry just a little bit while we're cumming, knowing I'll never be able to do that for her, that no matter how much I love her, I'll always be inadequate in this way.

But that's the beautiful thing about real, true love: it makes you want to be a better person so your beloved can get the best of everything you have to give, and if they need something you can't give them, it makes you want to allow them to get that thing where they can find it. You just step the fuck out of the way with your petty insecurities and go cry in your wet, snotty blanket, or beat a pillow to death, or run a spontaneous fucking marathon barefoot in the rain, you just do whatever you have to do to let that person you love get what they need, and you learn to be okay with it; it's something that I'm working on.

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