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39 pages, Paperback
First published December 10, 2020
Can the cure be sexier than the disease?
Dr Kelly Cauldron sniffed the hotdog into her vagina, filling herself up with the fat sausage which she’d kept warm all morning in her thermos flask.but I hate myself too much, so self-love? Throw it out of the window. We don't know her. Most of all, I'd like to apogize to my parents, cause they raised me better than this. Please don't disown me. 😭
As the chilly vaccine penetrated the patient's veins they’d giggle, or shudder. Dr Kelly liked to think they were shuddering because they were realising the sheer magnitude of what had just entered their body.
A power so strong it could kill a killer.
The vaccine.
As Dr Kelly sat on the toilet, her open flask of hot water steamed violently at her feet, and she pushed the hotdog deep inside her pussy. She bit her lip as she caught sight of the pink baton peeking out of her minge flaps, imagining it was a hot cock.MINGE FLAPS M.J. Edwards the queen of synonyms *chef's kiss*
In and out the hotdog went, her creamy pussy juices coating the hotdog like mayonnaise.Someone call 911 ASAP!!! Check on her vagina.. I'm concerned for her vagina's health. Imagine all the bacteria after putting a hotdog inside. 😩🤚
The time she took three cocks in her mouth at once and accidentally dislocated her jaw.i- THREE DICKS IN HER MOUTHS? hoow is that possible? Queen, please teach me your ways. That's some mad skillzzzz you have right there. 🥵
‘Dr Kelly, are you in here?’ coughed an angry voice.
‘Oh, umm, yes,’ said Dr Kelly. In her shock, she accidentally pushed the second sausage so far into her vagina that it lodged against her womb. The first sausage slid out and rolled along the tiled floor, beneath the stall door.
Stood in the doorway leading back out into the community centre was Dr Bilkin Cherubs, the boss of the vaccination team. She had big tits, but not as big as Dr Kelly’s, and she always seemed really angry about that.
It felt good, being a part of history.Girl is STARVED someone help her!!
In the future, when people looked back at the year 2020 and all the trials and tribulations that came along with it, she hoped she might see her name written in those books. Something like: Dr Kelly Cauldron worked 22-hour days and went without sex for 6 months to help save the world. Then, when all this was over, she’d suck so many cocks through her car window she wouldn’t need to eat a proper meal for a week.
‘What have you been doing to make you so tired?’ ‘Well, I’m a business traveller. I travel all over the place for business.’
Because, no longer was Bill Johnso lying on the double bed. In his place was a man almost 175% his size. His clothes had torn away, and were now a pile of shredded rags on the floor. His muscles were even more muscular, bulging and rippling and massive.
But that wasn’t the strangest thing.
No.
The strangest thing was… he was blue.
And not just a little blue, either. But icy blue.
But, holy shit, thought Dr Kelly, her eyes moving down to his cock. Well, technically it was a cock, but it looked more like a birthday party clown’s balloon prior to it being turned into a balloon animal.
‘Bill Johnso is gone. I am him, now.’
‘Who are you?’
‘My name is Cure.’ Dr Kelly’s hand shot to her mouth, then slid slowly down to her big left boob.
‘And you are—’
‘Yes,’ he said, anticipating her question.
‘I am the Cure.’
And then, in what was the most erotically charged moment of Dr Kelly’s life, Cure lapped the still-warm hotdog right out of her vagina.THE MM SOUND IS SENDING ME. 😂😂😂
‘Mm,’ he grunted.
Standing in the doorway, his cock inflating like he had just seen his prey, was Covid. OMG this is the cameo, I didn't need I needed in 2020. Be still my beating heart. 😭🔥A duel between two giants, two myths, two legends? M.J. Edwards really out here saving this year! ✊
The Covid.
The two giant, perfect specimens of men, glared at one another.
One green, one blue.
One good, one evil.
Both incredibly sexy.
‘She is mine,’ said Cure.
‘No,’ said Covid, his voice deep and gravelly. ‘I will fuck her.’
‘You will have to go through me first,’ said Cure.
But what happened next shocked Dr Kelly to her very core. The two men didn’t start pummelling one another into oblivion. They didn’t scratch or tear or punch. Instead, they kissed.
They both growled in ecstasy, gulping down each other's tongues like they were ravenous wolves.
Animalistic.
Passionate.
Nice.
Cure’s hand crept down Covid’s rippling chest, caressing the enormous muscles, until he stopped on his big fat willy. He stroked it like it was a guinea pig, squeaking in pleasure as it erected.
Cure leapt onto the bed and plopped his cock into her gob, thrusting in and out so the tip of his cock practically nuzzled against her breakfast. Meanwhile, Covid had sex with her in the vagina.
Covid bust thick, creamy man-syrup inside Dr Kelly’s private palace, his dick barely able to stay straight under the immense pressure. the writing is so beautil, I'm crying so many tears. Those feelings? The tension? The chemistry?
Then, like he had been holding it in until that exact moment, Cure coated the inside of Dr Kelly’s throat with enough cum to wallpaper the entire community centre.
She looked at the two men on the bed before her.THE END. What a beautiful ending, to an even more beautiful story <3
She turned.
She smiled.
She felt good.
Due to her husband’s infidelity, M.J. Edwards currently finds herself single and living with her grown son, Richard, who is only partly supportive of her latest career choice.
Dr Kelly Cauldron sniffed the hotdog into her vagina, filling herself up with the fat sausage which she’d kept warm all morning in her thermos flask.
A power so strong it could kill a killer. The vaccine.
In and out the hotdog went, her creamy pussy juices coating the hotdog like mayonnaise.
But it came at a price. The virus consumed him. Destroyed him. He was never seen again. And neither was Dr Ashingtonford.
As they pumped her gob full of pre-children, with their moans and groans,
She was an orthodontist, for goodness sake, not a vaccine-giver! Yet when the government visited her orthodontist office and made her join the vaccination team, they told her she would go to prison if she refused - so what choice did she have?
And with her unachievable targets came an unfulfilled sexual desire to have a stranger’s willy in her mouth via her car window.
As she wiggled the hotdog within her passion groove,
The time she took three cocks in her mouth at once and accidentally dislocated her jaw.
Sometimes, if she was lucky, whilst she chewed away at a foreskin like it was an undercooked piece of chicken skin,
and slid two fingers into her uncooked mussel.
but her lust for an orgasm was far more important than her lust for food.
There was an angry woman yelling something about volcanoes.
And just to add to the stress, Dr Kelly had a hotdog lodged in her vagina.
The key to ending the pandemic and returning life to normal.
Yay.
Dr Kelly did a tappy-tap on the keyboard of her computer
had made her so wet that if she got up from her seat she’d leave a slimy trail behind her, like a slug.
‘Well, I’m a business traveller. I travel all over the place for business.’
I was in NYC last week—that’s what we refer to New York as where I’m from
She took his massive dick again as it whipped around like one of those inflatable men you see outside car showrooms.
And then, in what was the most erotically charged moment of Dr Kelly’s life, Cure lapped the still-warm hotdog right out of her vagina.
‘Mm,’ he grunted.
Suddenly the door burst open, and a bulky, chonky, thicc boi with a chiseled jaw, incredible bulges and a dick that measured up to Cure’s strode into the room.
One green, one blue.
One good, one evil.
Both incredibly sexy.
‘She is mine,’ said Cure.
‘No,’ said Covid, his voice deep and gravelly. ‘I will fuck her.’
‘You will have to go through me first,’ said Cure.
He stroked it like it was a guinea pig, squeaking in pleasure as it erected.
plopped his cock into her gob, thrusting in and out so the tip of his cock practically nuzzled against her breakfast
Cure bent down and began lapping at Covid's tongue, the two moist muscles combating one another like expert swordsmen
Cure began suckling at one of Covid's protein spikes
Covid bust thick, creamy man-syrup inside Dr. Kelly's private palace
Due to her husband’s infidelity, M.J. Edwards currently finds herself single and living with her grown son, Richard, who is only partly supportive of her latest career choice.
“Dr Kelly Cauldron sniffed the hotdog into her vagina, filling herself up with the fat sausage which she’d kept warm all morning in her thermos flask.”
“She’d take the vaccine from the refrigerator, cooled to the perfect temperature, and then she’d coolly inject it into them using a needle.”
“The time she nibbled the nipple of a housewife”
“burying his face between her breasts like they were Grandma’s raspberry trifle.”
one of Great Britain’s top orthodontists, fixing people’s crooked teeth by day, then going out and dogging on weekendsis forcibly recruited by the NHS to administer the vaccine to the impatient masses. She recognizes
All that good she was doing for people; making them feel good, allowing them to travel and go to the fish and chip shop without wearing a mask.But the work schedule is almost unbearable. In fact,
the vaccination effort at the local community centre was a twenty-four-hour operation. Morning, noon, evening, night, later in the night—the team worked around the clockleaving Kelly no time to work around the cock, as she so deeply desires.
Well, technically it was a cock, but it looked more like a birthday party clown’s balloon prior to it being turned into a balloon animal.This is the third story from M.J. Edwards, a woman with a special talent for names and the most bizarrely off-putting erotic turns of phrase. It takes a unique kind of creativity to come up with lines like,
And then, in what was the most erotically charged moment of Dr Kelly’s life, Cure lapped the still-warm hotdog right out of her vagina.and
He stroked it like it was a guinea pigand
Slowly, their tongues sloshed together making slopping sounds, like how a cat sounds when it eats its dinner.These are not even nearly the best ones. I especially like when the author willfully and hilariously misunderstands things, like what doctors wear and what the parts of a syringe are called. Give this book a try, and never look at a hotdog, vaccinations, or socialized medicine the same way again. Compared to the first Kissing the Coronavirus, this was a little more absurd, if that's even possible.