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The 9 Most Tested Lab Animals
An anonymous reader writes "Discover Magazine has this odd photo gallery in which they explain why certain animals are used in scientific research. Why are high-tech contact lenses always tried out in rabbits? Why do we study monogamy in prairie voles? Etc. They say of the 9 animals: 'Taken (or stitched) together, they form a kind of laboratory doppelganger for humans.'"
A few days ago, while browsing around the senate library, I had to take a piss. As I entered the john, Harry Reid came out of one of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was the majority leader and mormon -- and in any case I was sure I wouldn't have a chance with him.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his wrinkled old ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist.
I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerk-off fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of the fucking majority leader.
"Hey Nebraska", I heard a voice behind me call, "I'll earmark you $45 million if you eat it.". It was Harry fucking Reid himself!
Hell yes! I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract? I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a Barack Obama's brown cock, beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was meaty chunks I soon identified as pork. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after porky lump sliding scratchily down my throat.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of a shit.
Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But then Harry shoved my head in the bowl and started fucking my asshole. I inhaled the rich aroma of shit as he stimulated my prostate, violating my sphincter like it was the constitution. I must have passed out as the next thing I remember was waking up, still in the stall, covered in shit and jizz.
I often think of that man dropping solid shit out of his puckered asshole every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful senator.
A few days ago, while browsing around the senate library, I had to take a piss. As I entered the john, Harry Reid came out of one of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was the majority leader and mormon -- and in any case I was sure I wouldn't have a chance with him.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his wrinkled old ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist.
I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerk-off fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of the fucking majority leader.
"Hey Nebraska", I heard a voice behind me call, "I'll earmark you $45 million if you eat it.". It was Harry fucking Reid himself!
Hell yes! I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract? I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a Barack Obama's brown cock, beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was meaty chunks I soon identified as pork. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after porky lump sliding scratchily down my throat.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of a shit.
Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But then Harry shoved my head in the bowl and started fucking my asshole. I inhaled the rich aroma of shit as he stimulated my prostate, violating my sphincter like it was the constitution. I must have passed out as the next thing I remember was waking up, still in the stall, covered in shit and jizz.
I often think of that man dropping solid shit out of his puckered asshole every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful senator.
QFE