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Two Passionate Uncles Humping to the Beat

A Short Story
by Flirty Allen

Chantelle Lopaz had always hated the wet alleyway with its cuddly, careful cold brick walls. It was a place where she felt lustfilled.

She was a weird, pretty, iced tea drinker with skinny lips and short hips. Her friends saw her as a tough, thirsty devil. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a smelly Joyce. That's the sort of woman she was.

Chantelle walked over to the window and reflected on her dark surroundings. The rain hammered like a loving gryphin.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alice Morrow. Alice was a crazy Satan's spawn with sexy lips and beautiful hips.

Chantelle gulped. She was not prepared for Alice.

As Chantelle stepped outside and Alice came closer, she could see the empty smile on her face.

"I am here because I want a relationship," Alice bellowed, in a funny tone. She slammed her fist against Chantelle's chest, with the force of 1815 walking talking sausages. "I frigging love you, Chantelle Lopaz."

Chantelle looked back, even more disappointed and still fingering the hard condoom. "Alice, I love you," she replied.

They looked at each other with sinister feelings, like two pickled, petite pigeons slav-squatting at a very flirtatious party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two passionate uncles humping to the beat.

Chantelle regarded Alice's sexy lips and beautiful hips. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Alice.

"Please?" begged Chantelle with puppy dog eyes.

Alice looked sexooal, her body blushing like a brawny, boiling banana.

Then Alice came inside for a nice drink of iced tea.

THE END