Golden worms
Dad was cunning. A cunning dad is cool. No one found out he was raising worms. Golden worms. Back in the day, in childhood, everyone dreamed of big victories. My cousin used to collect silkworms. In the future, she planned to use Negroes for this business. Caterpillars on Negroes like white worms. The worms would suck black juice from the Negroes. But dad was raising golden worms.
Dad was very modest. He loved us... Katya, Senya, mom, grandma, and me. But he never told us anything. In the room where gypsies were strangled during the day, he set up an aquarium. But no one saw that. Only dead gypsies? But the gypsies were strangled quickly... because there was
a special machine. Katya said that no one even had time to squeak... the noose tightened so fast. Once the noose is on, nothing can be done, the electric garrote works so fast... one go — and that's it! The gypsy tries to take a deep breath, like a diver, but dies very quickly... the electric garrote tightens the rope, and that's it. The gypsy pees his pants and shakes his legs. His face turns red-red, his tongue sticks out, and his eyes bulge out funny. Well, everyone saw that, and the dead gypsies too. Because when they start to smell different, they are taken away. Living gypsies don't smell like dead ones. Not at all. Some think it's similar, but actually — no.But dad only used the gypsy strangler for raising golden worms. Dad was cunning. But even the very cunning can get caught. Because of this, the worms died, and dad couldn't do what he wanted. Uncle Muty attacked him in the locker room. Uncle Muty didn't know about the worms, but he and dad had had bad relations for a long time. Dad wasn't afraid of Uncle Muty. Dad said he could kill him with one sickle blow, like he killed Blue and Cable Guy. But Uncle Muty knew about dad's sickle, and attacked dad in the locker room. Dad would have easily handled him otherwise. But in the locker room, everyone was naked, and Uncle Muty jumped on dad and bit off his nose and a piece of his cheek. Dad hesitated, and Muty and his friends pinned him to the floor and beat him with iron pipes until he died. They had unscrewed the pipes beforehand and hidden them in Lyoshka Usosov's locker. Then they found the worms, but the worms were already dead by then.
Dad made a mistake. Dad literally shit himself. Dad deflated like a bitch, huh?
And Katya that morning was sitting in our cafeteria eating blancmange. She slowly licked the sweet mush off the spoon, and her gaze wandered around the room. She squeezed her legs and squirmed on the chair... she literally felt that aching desire again. To push a firm, broad-headed cock into her slit. To impale herself inside on a swollen male muscle and squirm. To feel anew the soapy taste of semen and the musky scent of pubes and scrotums. Katya was never sated by one cock. She strived for the atmosphere around her to thicken with cocks, and for hard, hot worms to push into her from all sides and pound, pound, so that her heart seemed to freeze before bursting. For her eyes to stick together afterward, her legs to weaken, and to feel hungry. And for a sweet ache in her groin, and for it to hurt to shit.
Katya didn't yet know that Uncle Muty had killed dad and thereby doomed the golden worms. Katya called Senya...
— Sen, hi... How's it going?
— Oh, hey, Katyukh... All good...
— Listen, how about making love?
Senya was always up for it.
Fifteen minutes later he pulled up in his Opel.
They kissed.
They stood and kissed for a minute, sucking face, licking each other's lips, intertwining tongues, and inhaling the smell of saliva. Who doesn't love kissing, dammit?
Since true sex doesn't tolerate condoms, coming inside Katya's vagina was strictly forbidden. But not long ago, an incident happened... young Gonzalez lost control and didn't pull out in time. The relentless Senya jumped the kid from behind (his wrestler reflexes worked perfectly), instantly got him in a chokehold. Gonzalez's spirit left him along with the last drops of seed. It should be noted here that the aforementioned youth was Uncle Muty's son. It's quite obvious that Uncle Muty decided on revenge. He had no idea about the golden worms. Nor did those gathered at Migunchik's that morning know about the tragedy that had occurred. But their plan was the same... to avenge Gonzalez.
At first, no one let on. The guys undressed, knocked back the usual 100 grams of tequila, passed around a joint. Senya helped Katya undress, sat her on the table, and spent several minutes sniffing her feet (the guys' dicks were already standing at attention, and drops of precum glistened on the heads). While Senya was busy with her feet, Katya impatiently sucked on several pulsating floats near her face. Semyon thoroughly licked her soles and, leaning back in the chair, exposed his. The heated-up guys surrounded the juicy body, Katya gasped... Mogad, approaching from behind, sharply penetrated her sloshing, lubricated vagina with his long, curved member. The process was underway. Zibunok gave it to the girl in the mouth, and Mogad was already barely holding back... another dozen sweeping thrusts — and Katya's back was generously irrigated with whitish streams. Almost immediately after Mogad, Zibunok came... semen sloshed in Katya's mouth, flowed down her neck. Unable to restrain himself, the furiously jerking Moped spritzed the little one in the eye. She flushed... the guys had excited her to the limit, but came too quickly. Migunchik flipped the girl onto her back and, throwing her legs over his shoulders, inserted. Gazugo took her head, Vitrukha desperately jerked off.
Senya wet the tips of his fingers and lightly touched his.
Katerina convulsively arched and growled, the first orgasm drenched her in sweat and spurred on Migunchik... with a profane cry, he pulled out and ejaculated copiously — Vitrukha immediately took his place. After coming violently, Katya relaxed and sprawled on the table. At that moment, Gazugo freed her throat from his dick and with a long moan came on Katya's face. Simultaneously, Vitrukha was about to.
Semyon moved closer. Katya turned her passion-dulled eyes to him...
— Sen, how are you?
— I'm about to... — Semyon whispered, rising slightly (his hand darted along the thick piston).
— Give it to me in the mouth! — Katya smiled, ignoring Vitrukha who was spurting a thick fountain.
— Katyusha, my girl... — Semyon shoved the knob into her lips and trembled, whimpering quietly. Whimpering, Katerina quickly swallowed.
And at that very moment, Migunchik gave the signal.
Nimble Moped grabbed Semyon by the balls, and the sneaking Gazugo brought a started bottle of tequila down on Senya's head: once, twice, and again. Senya slumped to the floor. Katerina hiccuped uncomprehendingly.
— Waste him! — Vitrukha squealed predatorily, the guys pinned Semyon down and started kicking him, but barefoot it's uncomfortable to do that:
— Let's go to the hallway, put on the shit-kickers! — Zibunok called out.
— What are you doing, guys? — Katya looked over the heated-up youths like an adult.
— And you, bitch: — Migunchik grabbed her by the bangs, threw her to the floor, kneed her in the head, — Moped! Give me the bottle! We'll tear this cunt's hole now!
Katerina fought back like a cat, but soon the bottle neck did enter her anus with a tight thrust. The girl squealed and pissed herself. The guys laughed hoarsely.
— Call Uncle Muty, — Gazugo slapped Migunchik on the butt, — The order is fulfilled: let him bring us three weights of shit, as promised:
— Yeah, yeah, call Muty! — The boys shouted over each other, but then Semyon, who had been motionless until now, suddenly came to life.
Grabbing the legs of the nearest one — Gazugo — he toppled him, so that he, falling, hit the edge
Katya put the chair back in place. Together with Semyon, they approached Zibunok, who was thrashing in hysterics, and started gnawing on him. Zibunok flapped like a fish. Senya tore his cheek and neck with his teeth, Katya bit off 2 fingers on his hand and half his dick. When Zibunok went limp, they took a knife and quite businesslike, without haste, began to carve up his body, swallowing blood and savoring the sinewy meat. Senya penetrated the poor fellow's skull and feasted on the brain. Katya thoughtfully sucked on slices of his heart.
So what, actually, is the moral of this story?
It's all very simple: you must never give up. You must always fight to the last, as they say, drop of blood. Sounds banal? Alas and alack, but life in its manifestations rarely spoils us. Fight until you lose consciousness. The human body is quite sturdy, and pain — is not as scary as the imagination paints it. One must die as one must live: fighting. Only then will the golden worms eat your body.
Golden worms feed on unyielding will.
They are big gourmets, oh yes.
Golden worms are like the wind in a field.
Today — here, tomorrow — there: Woe to them — is no trouble.
Golden worms are dispassionate and calm.
Millennia for them — are a spit in the ocean.
They patiently wait for a worthy one to appear.
To feed on carrion — is indecent.
Golden worms passionately desire to live,
And the juice of life for them — is a need and an end in itself.
That is precisely why there is no edge
To the perfection of the Universe, frozen like fat in aspic.
And the rat race, as before, continues.
Cockroach races have always been popular.
How many freaks are born on the planet
To take the air from us, the Accursed?
How many people need to be destroyed
To finally breathe freely?
A billion? Three? Five? Hard to say exactly,
But the more — the better: so Heaven wills.
To burn them with fire — or to eradicate them with gas,
Obviously, doesn't particularly matter.
The main thing — is to finally achieve the proper
And extreme Cleansing!
Golden worms of all countries, unite!
Devour the overfed souls of humanity!
Behind us — is Naturalness, and, try as you might,
You cannot violate the Laws of Nature!