A WOBBLING FLAT ASS
He goes by the name of Bill Collin. He went to Andy’s house, rushing like a poisoned rat in a khaki suit with a square brown briefcase anxious to miss a train from the subway station. He arrived. Hit a quick knock at Andy’s door just once and entered without waiting for Andy to open the door. Andy was transporting a big ass tank of diesel in a video game of Euro Truck in his room, and you could see that he didn’t want anybody to disturb him. He was strictly focused as he didn’t want to make any mistakes.
“Andy?" Bill Collin interrupted him.
"Urgh, shit! Yup?," replied Andy, removing his cheap headphones. Smashed them into his desk on top of his computer keyboard. And then turned his head towards Collin.
"Ever seen a wiggling flat ass?"
"Nah, man. Never seen it before."
"I’ve seen it, man. I was in the library
busy with some shit, " said Bill Collin.
"How does it look like, and how does it strike in your cock’s senses?" Andy asked.
"It’s cool. Never thought about its
looks. But it’s so damn cool!"
"Yeh?"
"Yeh, man. I spotted this tanned skinned lady, you know. She was good, though, " Collin explained, using hand gestures. "She had good charcoal lips but weren’t good in shape. Nah, that’s a three for me. Her lips shaped like a bathtub. You know, she got those nice protrusive tits. Oh God! They were so nice, Andy. I even got horny by eyeballing at them. I can even fuck them so hard 'till they discharge some warm milk from them. Those tits popped through her shirt as if they were witnessing some tragic shit on a highway. Her nice rounded tits were pushed against her white shirt and suffering the immense pressure of being pushed. She wore a skirt with tiny spots of a cheetah and nice brown but dull sandals. She seemed serious there. She was very busy and committed. I witnessed her twice wiggling those flat cheeks. They wiggled… and wobbled… and wiggled… and wobbled along the bookshelves. It’s like she was stepping in outer space with space boots and…"
"Sounds cool." Andy interrupted. "Jesus Christ! I, too feelin' my own cock down there gettin' hard right now. Wait, was she sexy?"
"Of course, man. Whatcha thinkin’? Boy, I witnessed her flat wobbling ass for like nine seconds. The second time I witnessed her, she was heading straight to the computer room. It was AWESOME! And her tits stood still and not moving an inch," Bill Collin explained.
"Wish I was there, buddy," cried Andy.
"Yeah, you missed somethin’ huge,
friend. Her wobbling flat ass? Never seen something like that before, and I don’t think I would see it again. Besides the fact that it was flat, it was sexy in that skirt. Or I should say it appeared sexy and quiet in it. It seemed fresh, soft, serene, and religious. It seemed like it knows a great deal of spiritual verses from the Sex Bible like 'how to make one’s cock remain pleased’. If I could get a chance to jam my cock inside her cunt from behind and slam those wobbling cheecks so hard with my right palm maybe my perspective about cheating will change. Maybe my tough desire to ever cheat on women will lose strength and vanish. Who knows what I’m gonna be once my cock get to taste her?"
"You’re starting to sound insane now.
Fucking insane, Bill! Whatza matta with ya? You’re no longer the nigga I used to know when you start talkin’ like this."
"You jealous?"
"No, I ain’t. How can I be jealous with
some flat ass I never seen, huh?"
"So just shut the fuck up, okey?" Collin got a bit sensitive.
"Catch ya on the flip side," Collin
added. He stood up. Opened Andy’s door and slammed it so hard that he left the walls trembling from behind. Went down the street to go home. Passed the sad, struggling mini tuck shop in the neighborhood and went north.
Andy stared at the door, the trembling walls, and the tiny dust coming out from them, and finally said, "See you soon, asshole."
