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He was humpin’ her so fine’n dandy, pluggin’ his 14 inchers’a cock in an’ out that big slippery red-hairt puss, whens she just started ta bust up, just like the rest’a ’em. His dickknob felt her insides startin’ ta pop, an’ things breakin’ inner, an’ he could’a swored he felt his big pecker pop that baby right in the eye, an’ thens she broke her water, which Bighead cupped in his hand and dranked, an’ it were warm an’ good, but it were no con-ser-lay-shun. With all the gals Bighead’d fucked, not one of ’em hadda poon big enough take alla his meat, not even this red-hairt with the biggest poon he’d seed yet. She started bleedin’ like the time he bit the head off that weasel, she did, only she weren’t bleedin’ out her neck stump. Turnt the water red, it did, all that blood, gushin’ out her like a tap, an’ she just murmurt with her green eyes flutterin’, an’ she died.
Bighead were depressed, he were. Once—just once—he wished he could finda gal with a poon big enough fer him ta come proper. He’s comed right in that baby’s face, he supposed, thens pulled out, an’ he figgurt he oughta bust her noggin’ open an’ et her brain, but then he’s got another idea.
See, this gal was preggered, as in real preggered, like she were about ta drop that crumb-snatcher any day. So’s he just got back right down on that bloody red-hairt pussy’a hers, ands he started suckin’ The Bighead sucked hard, he did, and ’ventually he started hearin’ somethin’ tear inside’a her, ands he sucked an’ sucked an’ sucked till—damn!—that baby inner belly started comin’ out.
Bighead, in his mind, began ta rejoice, he did.
He hauled that baby outa there an’ held it upta the sun…
It begun ta cry, it did.
Ands Bighead smiled.
‘Cos although he’d et a lotta ay-dult brains in his time, never once had he ever had the opportunity ta et a baby’s brains.
No sir!
