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2006-09-04 21:14:21 UTC
He saw the stingray swimming nearby. He watched its tail, swinging back and
forth, making seductive curves in the water. The warmth its ripples created
stirred him, and he moved forward, pushing the water away as he waded up to
this long, slender beast.
"'Ello, mate." He said, placing one hand on her back, feeling the smooth skin
underneath his fingers, "We're gonna be great pals."
He moved his fingers to its soft underbelly, running his fingers along its
gills, shivering at the sensual pleasure its fleshy body gave him. But it kept
swimming, and the running motion over his hands made him tingle with
excitement. He followed it.
"Where ya going, love?" He said, reaching out and grasping its fin. It
stopped, flailing a bit. He pulled it towards himself, grabbing the soft
cartilige with the grip of a man with a mission. He managed to pull it back to
him, reaching towards its mouth. He pulled it up out of the water and kissed
it, feeling the water sputtering out on his face. He pulled back and laughed.
"Oh, you really like this." He said as the beast flipped and attempted to get
out of his arms. He held onto the flipper with one hand while the other ran
down its body, reaching lower and lower, until finally he found what he was
looking for. His penis became hard a rock, and he pulled off his pants,
trembling.
"Crikey, that's a beaut!" He said, kissing the beast's undersides as he made
his way down its slippery body.
Of course, the beast would have none of that. It flipped its tail about,
trying to shake away from the gentle, sloppy kisses of the man. It felt him
entering its love canal with its tongue, and it began to shake even more
violently. It knew what was coming, especially as it felt the tongue move away
and heard the telltale zip of a pair of pants. With its strength ebbing away,
gasping for air, it made one last ditched effort to free itself from the grip
of this horrid man.
"Right, twist, darling," The man moved his large, stiff member towards the
beast, "I like it when they resist. It makes my penis harder."
It was life or death. The beast thrashed its tail, and with all its might, it
pushed its stiff, long stinger into the man's throbbing cock. He screamed and
let the beast go, but instead of swimming away, it pulled its tail out and
began to attack the man, pushing its tail into his waist, stabbing him full of
holes until the blood had dyed the water red. The man fell backwards, his
pants around his ankles and his penis ripped and torn apart by the beast's
ferocious stinger. The man was dead. But the beast wanted revenge.
The beast swam towards the man's corpse and flipped him over, so that his
backside was exposed and the remains of his penis flapped in the water. After
positioning the man's bleeding, hole-filled body, the beast backed up, moving
its long, spiked tail towards the man's tight arsehole. The tail twitched with
the excitement of exacting revenge upon the man who had violated the beast.
After waving its body a few times, the beast backed up, and with much force,
thrust its twisting member into the man's arsehole. At first the man's
arsehole was too tight, and the beast found it had trouble pulling out and
pushing in. But eventually blood began to trickle out of the man's hole, and
the beast began fucking him with even more gusto, its body heaving itself
against the man's arse, causing blood and shit to squirt out into the bloody
water around the two. The noise of the blood and shit excited the beast, and
it began pumping its thin stinger in and out with even more force, tearing
into the man with passion it had never before felt.
The thrusting became fiercer as the beast felt its tail begin ripping up the
man's insides. There was blood gushing out of the man's mouth, face, wounds,
and penis, which had instinctively become slightly more erect as the pounding
pushed against his prostate. The stingray thrust in and out, eventually
stabbing into the man's testicles and prostate from behind. The rest of the
penis exploded, blood and flesh tearing across the water. The stingray was
violently forcing itself in and out of the man, making the water shake as its
lush, wet tail kept going in and out of the man's bleeding arsehole.
It kept this up, in and out, making tidal waves with the flapping of its fins,
forcing its stinger farther and farther upwards until at last it punctured the
man's stomach and ripping the intestines away from it. The noise was wet and
loud, causing the stomach to bulge out and start trickling blood. After a few
more thrusts, the stingray pulled its blood and shit covered tail out of the
man's ravaged corpse. It only took a few shakes to remove the larger chunks of
shit, and a swim across the sand on the bottom of the water cleaned up the
rest, even sharpening the stinger and making its poison more poignant. After
looking back at the man's corpse as it floated towards a hungry group of
sharks, the stingray flapped its fins, and within minutes it was out in the
open ocean, leaving Steve Irwin's destroyed and bloody corpse to the hungry
mouths of great white sharks.
forth, making seductive curves in the water. The warmth its ripples created
stirred him, and he moved forward, pushing the water away as he waded up to
this long, slender beast.
"'Ello, mate." He said, placing one hand on her back, feeling the smooth skin
underneath his fingers, "We're gonna be great pals."
He moved his fingers to its soft underbelly, running his fingers along its
gills, shivering at the sensual pleasure its fleshy body gave him. But it kept
swimming, and the running motion over his hands made him tingle with
excitement. He followed it.
"Where ya going, love?" He said, reaching out and grasping its fin. It
stopped, flailing a bit. He pulled it towards himself, grabbing the soft
cartilige with the grip of a man with a mission. He managed to pull it back to
him, reaching towards its mouth. He pulled it up out of the water and kissed
it, feeling the water sputtering out on his face. He pulled back and laughed.
"Oh, you really like this." He said as the beast flipped and attempted to get
out of his arms. He held onto the flipper with one hand while the other ran
down its body, reaching lower and lower, until finally he found what he was
looking for. His penis became hard a rock, and he pulled off his pants,
trembling.
"Crikey, that's a beaut!" He said, kissing the beast's undersides as he made
his way down its slippery body.
Of course, the beast would have none of that. It flipped its tail about,
trying to shake away from the gentle, sloppy kisses of the man. It felt him
entering its love canal with its tongue, and it began to shake even more
violently. It knew what was coming, especially as it felt the tongue move away
and heard the telltale zip of a pair of pants. With its strength ebbing away,
gasping for air, it made one last ditched effort to free itself from the grip
of this horrid man.
"Right, twist, darling," The man moved his large, stiff member towards the
beast, "I like it when they resist. It makes my penis harder."
It was life or death. The beast thrashed its tail, and with all its might, it
pushed its stiff, long stinger into the man's throbbing cock. He screamed and
let the beast go, but instead of swimming away, it pulled its tail out and
began to attack the man, pushing its tail into his waist, stabbing him full of
holes until the blood had dyed the water red. The man fell backwards, his
pants around his ankles and his penis ripped and torn apart by the beast's
ferocious stinger. The man was dead. But the beast wanted revenge.
The beast swam towards the man's corpse and flipped him over, so that his
backside was exposed and the remains of his penis flapped in the water. After
positioning the man's bleeding, hole-filled body, the beast backed up, moving
its long, spiked tail towards the man's tight arsehole. The tail twitched with
the excitement of exacting revenge upon the man who had violated the beast.
After waving its body a few times, the beast backed up, and with much force,
thrust its twisting member into the man's arsehole. At first the man's
arsehole was too tight, and the beast found it had trouble pulling out and
pushing in. But eventually blood began to trickle out of the man's hole, and
the beast began fucking him with even more gusto, its body heaving itself
against the man's arse, causing blood and shit to squirt out into the bloody
water around the two. The noise of the blood and shit excited the beast, and
it began pumping its thin stinger in and out with even more force, tearing
into the man with passion it had never before felt.
The thrusting became fiercer as the beast felt its tail begin ripping up the
man's insides. There was blood gushing out of the man's mouth, face, wounds,
and penis, which had instinctively become slightly more erect as the pounding
pushed against his prostate. The stingray thrust in and out, eventually
stabbing into the man's testicles and prostate from behind. The rest of the
penis exploded, blood and flesh tearing across the water. The stingray was
violently forcing itself in and out of the man, making the water shake as its
lush, wet tail kept going in and out of the man's bleeding arsehole.
It kept this up, in and out, making tidal waves with the flapping of its fins,
forcing its stinger farther and farther upwards until at last it punctured the
man's stomach and ripping the intestines away from it. The noise was wet and
loud, causing the stomach to bulge out and start trickling blood. After a few
more thrusts, the stingray pulled its blood and shit covered tail out of the
man's ravaged corpse. It only took a few shakes to remove the larger chunks of
shit, and a swim across the sand on the bottom of the water cleaned up the
rest, even sharpening the stinger and making its poison more poignant. After
looking back at the man's corpse as it floated towards a hungry group of
sharks, the stingray flapped its fins, and within minutes it was out in the
open ocean, leaving Steve Irwin's destroyed and bloody corpse to the hungry
mouths of great white sharks.