So I’m in the hutch, flipping aimlessly through the on-line TV guide. Of course, I eventually wander to the dirty channels, and discovered that the Hustler channel was showing a programme called “Blow It Out Your Ass”.
Ok - now curiosity gets the better of me.
I tune in, and I’m surprised to see a very pretty blonde lady doing a bit of a strip-tease. Sure, the camera angles are focusing on her backside (a commendable choice – it was very nice), and I assume that this will be your standard issue Silicone Valley issue, certainly with a rear entry motif.
And I kept watching.
So, the lady bends over, kneeling on the couch, with her toochus wiggling in the air (very nice)… and she starts to sip milk out of the plastic squeeze bottle that she just grabbed (you know, the clear ones that they’re telling us spread death and deformation, and will lead to the downfall of society as we know it?). And then, in one swift motion, she swings her arm around, pushes the spout end of the bottle in to her “little winker”, and squeezes milk into her rectum until it starts spilling out.
And then… when she takes the bottle out… the milk starts shooting across the room! And it isn’t exactly “blown” out “shotgun-style”, as the title might suggest… it’s shot out in a tight, mesmerizing arc, much like the walkway fountains in the WEM Phase III food court. Only it’s not water – it’s milk. And it’s coming out of a lady’s bum.
And I’m completely entranced. Mostly in disbelief.
So… by the time she’s on her third… well, for lack of a better term… “assful”… this… detached penis appeared (not entirely detached… there is a body, but they don’t really show it)… and the penis… it makes its way into the arced stream, and much like a salmon making its way up river, it braves the current until it reaches the source and plugs the leak like a little Dutch boy at the dyke.
And, just before you commend the little penis (which wasn’t so little) for his heroism and stopping the flood of milk that would surely have overtaken the village… we discover that he isn’t really trying to fill the hole… he’s trying to make it bigger by rather roughly and relentlessly sawing away at it.
This goes on for some time, until the faceless man attached to the penis makes some guttural moans, stops his excavation, and then apparently loses interest entirely in the whole matter as he walks away indifferently. And now the hole, clearly larger than when she set out, was free to resume its generous distributions. Only the “ejection mechanism” appears temporarily(?) disabled, as it’s gravity doing most of the “blowing” now. And it isn’t exactly milk that’s raining down.
And in a final twist, the young lady seems to suddenly find some conscience regarding the mess that she’s been making, and she immediately falls to her hands and knees and begins to tidy up the mess that her and Mr. Penis had made on the floor. Only… well… she… she seemed to have an aversion to using her hands in her chore.
I was stunned. And I continued to be stunned for the full hour and a half that this scenario was repeated again and again (with a number of very attractive women) as this production played out.
Who knew that milk-shooting poopers was a popular enough fetish to warrant a full movie - let alone airtime on cable television? As a footnote on the unintended social experiment, I can now confirm that pornography does indeed corrupt; because even though I’m not much of a “backside bunny” (it seems like a horribly rude thing to do to someone you like)… and even though I can honestly say that was the first dirty movie that I watched in its entirety without fast forwarding through or pleasuring myself even once… I will confess that ever since seeing it, I’ve thought about little else than taking Ms. Kendra on a tour of the nearest Lucerne plant….
Happy thumping, all!
Ok - now curiosity gets the better of me.
I tune in, and I’m surprised to see a very pretty blonde lady doing a bit of a strip-tease. Sure, the camera angles are focusing on her backside (a commendable choice – it was very nice), and I assume that this will be your standard issue Silicone Valley issue, certainly with a rear entry motif.
And I kept watching.
So, the lady bends over, kneeling on the couch, with her toochus wiggling in the air (very nice)… and she starts to sip milk out of the plastic squeeze bottle that she just grabbed (you know, the clear ones that they’re telling us spread death and deformation, and will lead to the downfall of society as we know it?). And then, in one swift motion, she swings her arm around, pushes the spout end of the bottle in to her “little winker”, and squeezes milk into her rectum until it starts spilling out.
And then… when she takes the bottle out… the milk starts shooting across the room! And it isn’t exactly “blown” out “shotgun-style”, as the title might suggest… it’s shot out in a tight, mesmerizing arc, much like the walkway fountains in the WEM Phase III food court. Only it’s not water – it’s milk. And it’s coming out of a lady’s bum.
And I’m completely entranced. Mostly in disbelief.
So… by the time she’s on her third… well, for lack of a better term… “assful”… this… detached penis appeared (not entirely detached… there is a body, but they don’t really show it)… and the penis… it makes its way into the arced stream, and much like a salmon making its way up river, it braves the current until it reaches the source and plugs the leak like a little Dutch boy at the dyke.
And, just before you commend the little penis (which wasn’t so little) for his heroism and stopping the flood of milk that would surely have overtaken the village… we discover that he isn’t really trying to fill the hole… he’s trying to make it bigger by rather roughly and relentlessly sawing away at it.
This goes on for some time, until the faceless man attached to the penis makes some guttural moans, stops his excavation, and then apparently loses interest entirely in the whole matter as he walks away indifferently. And now the hole, clearly larger than when she set out, was free to resume its generous distributions. Only the “ejection mechanism” appears temporarily(?) disabled, as it’s gravity doing most of the “blowing” now. And it isn’t exactly milk that’s raining down.
And in a final twist, the young lady seems to suddenly find some conscience regarding the mess that she’s been making, and she immediately falls to her hands and knees and begins to tidy up the mess that her and Mr. Penis had made on the floor. Only… well… she… she seemed to have an aversion to using her hands in her chore.
I was stunned. And I continued to be stunned for the full hour and a half that this scenario was repeated again and again (with a number of very attractive women) as this production played out.
Who knew that milk-shooting poopers was a popular enough fetish to warrant a full movie - let alone airtime on cable television? As a footnote on the unintended social experiment, I can now confirm that pornography does indeed corrupt; because even though I’m not much of a “backside bunny” (it seems like a horribly rude thing to do to someone you like)… and even though I can honestly say that was the first dirty movie that I watched in its entirety without fast forwarding through or pleasuring myself even once… I will confess that ever since seeing it, I’ve thought about little else than taking Ms. Kendra on a tour of the nearest Lucerne plant….
Happy thumping, all!
