Jack's cock was twenty centimeters long. smoked two packs of cigarettes a day and worked as a test of condoms in a big multinational. the national average was between the ages of fourteen and eighteen inches, but he had never given too many airs. For him, sex was overrated practice, a stupid job like any other.
nature has ripped off for good, thought Jack's cock, laid the erogenous zones on the glans penis for men and about eight cm in women pussy, and all that allowed the planet to turn on itself was the friction between these two bizarre areas of human anatomy. this friction was the cause, the engine of everything: the world wars, the mechanics of gravity, the swing of the bag, the fashion in vogue this year, the enamel on the nails of the feet, the alarm clock at six in the morning, the birthday gifts, birthdays, the ups and abdominals, overtime at the office, the bank account and of course the account of the cosmetic surgeon.
to fuck Jack did not care, he liked only one thing, watching television.
when young had married Marie of the vagina, a pussy hairy like many others, but that the Time and life had mercilessly gaping. ran a pharmacy in the center and had so many millions in the bank how many hairs on the mound. descended from a wealthy family, while Jack's cock had always been an asshole without a penny stuck in the balls, and even now he did the test, a figure in question for obvious reasons of respect, earned the minimum required to contribute modestly to family budget. but to keep him awake in the office squeezed balls from eight to twelve hours a day.
had married because they had made even his parents. love, to Jack's cock, was a four-letter words in a row one after another like hungry ants, such as the sacraments of the Catholic religion, and when he was in good spirits, as the floats of the carnival in Rio.
Jack's cock and cunt Marie had never had children. cock of the head of the hospital had attributed the cause sperm from Jack, too small and slow, unable to get to a voluminous ovarian drilling for Marie.
early was a blow to the pussy with Marie, who began to hate Jack's cock more than ever. then passed, as the years pass the river, and contented himself of his millions and his two trips abroad year.
to fuck Jack had never liked to travel: reservations, summary sheets of the hotel, walks in town centers, the postcards do not know who to send, expensive restaurants, though in the end always paid credit cards of Marie. he hated everything, but she could not stand him, that would be brought back the damn television in Tibet.
to return home after a hard day's work, red and big as a lobster, the only thing that would give him a little 'peace that box was made of sounds, colors and popular will, capable of go to sleep now and dream of large revolutions.
occasionally tried to get busy with his marital duties, he slipped inside his wife hysterical and asynchronous rhythm and his sperm were going around everywhere except where they should have.
a bad day, the multinational condom under the pressure of competition, he decided to move production in Africa to reduce labor costs, and to sacrifice some resources to make ends meet at the end of the year tax.
the African average was between 20 and 26 cm and Jack's cock was fired with two months notice.
for Marie's pussy was the straw that broke the camel's back. filed for divorce and went to Jamaica. held the house, garage and car. Jack touched only the fucking television, courtesy of his wife, so he had told the lawyer.
went to three packs of cigarettes a day and rented a second studio in the outskirts of the city. were the best years of his life.
then came the Judgement and even the balls of Jack found themselves face to face with the Lord Almighty.
- So, how did you get in life? - Asked the punishments of God
- I can not complain Lord, thank you.
- you have some complaint to make? something you think we could improve?
- I do not know Sir, - said the cock of Jack as he had been surprised by the request. - But now that I think, I never said some things.
- type? - Asked the divine punishments recovered a notebook from the drawer of the desk in heaven.
- for example, my Lord, why infants die?
The Penis thought for a bit 'up. - Well, for many reasons. may fall from the chair or choke with the bottle ...
- no sir, I did not mean in this sense ...
- forget it. here I know you're married twice divorced but have only one.
- yes my Lord, with Jack's hand we have never had any problems.
- marriage is a sacrament you know?
- you know, my Lord, I have made all the sacraments, even the holy anointing, I hope.
- how do you explain this failure in the eyes of God?
- see my Lord, Marie was a good vagina vagina, maybe a little 'stale, but just wanted to be as happy as everyone else.
- happiness? - Asked the divine punishments. - What a beautiful word. you've invented yourself? What is it?
Jack's cock was banned a few seconds, then resolved.
- for me, my Lord, when he was watching television.
- Television? - Said the Lord excitedly like a child. - I love television.
- but it should be?
- yes, where do you think you look at every single day since the beginning of time?
before the revelation of Jack's cock was greatly relieved, perhaps he had gained a lot of points, and relaxed on the back of the chair waiting for the eternal life.
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