                       Pansexual- a sensual tale of pleasure

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      Yesterday, my good friend Johnny told me I should write
an erotic story.  Seeing as I was expected to write one, I did.
In this sexual tale, we will join our friend Brian, who is about to have
the hottest encounter of his life.  So, for your' "enjoyment", I present
Pansexual.

Pansexual: Exhibiting or suggesting a sexuality that has many different
forms, objects, and outlets.

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     It was 7:00 AM, and I was in the middle of eating breakfast.
Four strips of bacon, and some rather ugly looking eggs.  My glance went
to my frying pan.  I used it for many normal things, of course.  I had
even used it to cook the breakfast I was eating.  But there was also
another thing, that I wanted to use the frying pan for.


     I had dreamed of that pan, for many years now.  It had such rounded
curves,  such a smooth handle.  Every day, seeing the grease drip on it's
lubricated body.  Every day, feeling it, touching it.  I could almost hear
it calling for me.  I was getting a chubby, just thinking about it.  Then,
I knew, today was the day.  I had to make my move.


      I got up from my chair, and walked over to it.  I could see it was
still dripping with grease, and bacon fat.  It was so utterly greasy.   
I hoisted it up, then started moving my tongue all about it.  Moving it up
the front, up the back.  Running it over the handle.  The pan started
going over my body.  It was rubbing it's greasy body all over, begging me
for more.


      I began to unbutton my shirt, as I erotically mouth fucked  
it. I removed my shirt, as it started teasing my chest.  It
suddenly went lower, gliding over my pants, making the fabric between it,
and my throbbing manhood wet with white, creamy grease.  I lowered my
pants, kicking them off, my stone hard cock begging to be released.  But,
I wanted to pleasure the pan first.


     I then began to rub my pink tongue around the pans handle, tongue        
tickling it.  I started moving my mouth over it, sliding the pan in and
out, Making it wet with my saliva, motioning my tongue in circles around
it.  I slid it deeper in, consuming every bit I could, faster and deeper.
Sucking so hard, as my head bobbed back and forth.  I could feel it rumble
with excitment.  If pans have orgasms, it was having one.  I mouth fucked
it 'till it finished its massive orgasm.


    I knew it wanted to please me.  I managed my underwear over my huge
unit.  It went directly to my anus, smoothing it's saliva ridden handle
over it, lubing it up for penetration.  It went in gently at first, a
little bit at a time, a little further each shove.  I started lightly
moaning.  It kept shoving, moving with more force, and speed.  I started
groaning a bit, I wanted all of it in me.  It started getting quite powerful,
and my anus finally gave way, and swallowed it whole.  I rode it out,
groaning louder, with each push.  It felt so good, I knew I was close to
orgasm, I could feel my balls tremble with delight.  But, without notice,
it pulled out.  I groaned, trying to pull it back in, still wanting to
feel the pleasure.  But it insisted on going around front.


     It smoothed itself around my massive manhood, bouncing it up and
down.  It was rubbing the cock head now, soaking it with its' juices.   
Jerking me at a wonderfully slow pace, that made me cringe with sensation.
It was now Jerking me faster, up and down, left and right, all around.
Moving me so fast, my balls ached as they bounced against the pan.  
I moved with it's speedy motion, groaning loudly, and moving my head back,
in sexual glory.  I was ready to blow, and then it happened.  As I let out
one loud grunt, streams of cum shot out, dripping down the pan.  It jerked
me until every hot, creamy shot, was out.  It was over, I had lived my
fantasy.


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     I hope you all enjoyed that little bit of goodness, especially you,
Johnny.

                                        -McLoser

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