Me supporting my wife.
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Trench chewed his lip nervously, things weren’t going at all well.
Jackie’s sex change operation had been a complete fiasco.
As soon as 'she', sorry, 'he', had returned from the clinic 'he' had walked proudly into the loo, unzipped the new addition to 'his' anatomy and taken a standup pee,
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment for years” he/she said.
It was at this seminal moment that Jacky, unused to this novel form of urination, had pulled a tad too hard and his/her brand new state-of-the-art penis had came off in his/her hand.
Jackie’s sex change operation had been a complete fiasco.
As soon as 'she', sorry, 'he', had returned from the clinic 'he' had walked proudly into the loo, unzipped the new addition to 'his' anatomy and taken a standup pee,
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment for years” he/she said.
It was at this seminal moment that Jacky, unused to this novel form of urination, had pulled a tad too hard and his/her brand new state-of-the-art penis had came off in his/her hand.
Trench will never forget the scream.
To make matters worse Jacky had involuntarily tightened his/her grip in shock with the result that the offending penis, lubricated with antibiotic cream by the clinic that very morning, had shot from his/her hand into the air, bounced off the mirror, ricochetted off the sink and flew down the toilet.
But what made matters much worse was that as Jacky had lunged to retrieve it he/she had inadvertantly pushed the handle and flushed the toilet.
Just when you thought that matters could not get any worse, Trench had then had to call the Emergency Services to rescue Jacky’s hand from the S bend where it had become inextricably stuck when he/she had done a desperate dive after the delinquent dick.
To procure Jacky another state of the art cock would cost a fortune. They had been very lucky with the previous one, one careful man/lady owner, hardly ever used and certainly not for sex, and in fact hardly even for urinating, as he/she had died of kidney failure. So they had bought it from the undertaker for a song .
“I wonder if we could attach a remote controlled dildoll?” Trench wondered. “Surely it would work on the same principle? Of course this time it’d have to be riveted on.”
The smirking firemen, who had spent an hour trying to pull Jacky free while making superhuman efforts not to giggle, finally gave up.
“Sorry sir, but we’ll have to smash the porcelain.” Said the Chief unsuccessfully trying to supress a grin.
Trench waved a weary hand in acquiescence.
The chief took a large sledge hammer and smote the S bend.
To make matters worse Jacky had involuntarily tightened his/her grip in shock with the result that the offending penis, lubricated with antibiotic cream by the clinic that very morning, had shot from his/her hand into the air, bounced off the mirror, ricochetted off the sink and flew down the toilet.
But what made matters much worse was that as Jacky had lunged to retrieve it he/she had inadvertantly pushed the handle and flushed the toilet.
Just when you thought that matters could not get any worse, Trench had then had to call the Emergency Services to rescue Jacky’s hand from the S bend where it had become inextricably stuck when he/she had done a desperate dive after the delinquent dick.
To procure Jacky another state of the art cock would cost a fortune. They had been very lucky with the previous one, one careful man/lady owner, hardly ever used and certainly not for sex, and in fact hardly even for urinating, as he/she had died of kidney failure. So they had bought it from the undertaker for a song .
“I wonder if we could attach a remote controlled dildoll?” Trench wondered. “Surely it would work on the same principle? Of course this time it’d have to be riveted on.”
The smirking firemen, who had spent an hour trying to pull Jacky free while making superhuman efforts not to giggle, finally gave up.
“Sorry sir, but we’ll have to smash the porcelain.” Said the Chief unsuccessfully trying to supress a grin.
Trench waved a weary hand in acquiescence.
The chief took a large sledge hammer and smote the S bend.
The porcelain shattered. Water flooded the floor. Jacky’s hand was free at last.
“I’ve got it!”
She was waving a small pink sausage-like thing in triumph.
“I caught my dick!”
The grins on the firemen’s faces slowly faded to disbelief, followed by stunned belief, followed by a mad rush through the front door, from whence could be heard the well known sounds of a group of smart-alec firemen throwing up in the front garden.
“Fetch the sewing kit dear, I’ll have it back on in a jiffy.” Said Jacky happily. “Whoopee, I can still become President.”
©All rights reserved Julian Chagrin 2007
“I’ve got it!”
She was waving a small pink sausage-like thing in triumph.
“I caught my dick!”
The grins on the firemen’s faces slowly faded to disbelief, followed by stunned belief, followed by a mad rush through the front door, from whence could be heard the well known sounds of a group of smart-alec firemen throwing up in the front garden.
“Fetch the sewing kit dear, I’ll have it back on in a jiffy.” Said Jacky happily. “Whoopee, I can still become President.”
©All rights reserved Julian Chagrin 2007
1 comments:
I willy laughed so very very hard! Love your neice Nats xxxxxxx
Miss you x
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