HORNMANJI: The last throws of the dice - Part 5. The finale.
So here we are with the ending to this five-part filth-fest. May you enjoy the salacious and saucy goings-on as this journey completes. So, without further FAFF, let's get on with it.
ALL'S END THAT'S WELL END...ISH (yes, that's deliberately like that).
The tension in the room had now reached levels that no-one seemed to know how to de-escalate. Usually after sex I tended to feel relaxed and at peace, but after fucking Emma from behind, after watching my wife Amy delight in winding up adulterous Marla by fucking Titus, whom she'd had her eye on all night...I was feeling pretty frigging insecure and it was clear I wasn't the only one.
Marla was staring at Amy like she wanted to start a hair-pulling fight in the middle of the front room, Tia was eyeing Marla and her other half, Titus, with a vengeful stare, Emma was switching her gaze between Elias and myself, Matty was staring down as he seemed to realise his relationship was over with Wendy looking around puzzled and Will avoiding everyone's gaze after he engaged in oral bisexual sex with Elias.
Pretty far from your normal Saturday night get-together.
But the worst thing was that in spite of all of this we all knew that the only way to bring this to a close was by concluding the game, by getting just one player over the finish line. That would do it, that would safely see us to the game's end. We were playing out of necessity rather than enjoyment.
"Will. I believe it's your turn," I remarked, breaking Will from his solemn introspection. Will chucked the dice with little enthusiasm and it only took a couple of bounces before the tiny game boxes stopped and revealed their numbers...a two and a three, his piece moving across the board and stopping at ten. The ten of us then crammed in tightly together to spy on the next poetic challenge. Would we have to be anally taken by our other halves? Were giant bats about to fly down? Were we about to be consumed by hyenas, laughing as they ripped the flesh from our bones? The tension was unbearable.
The hungry, hungry hippos need feeding their dinner,
The turn is over once there is a winner.
"Well, I guess this was to be expected," Will quipped. We all nodded, seemingly resigned to the fact that this was something we all knew would occur ever since animals started being involved in the game. There was a rumble that resembled the wildebeest stampede but seemed less motored, more scattered, and, as three hundred melons rolled into the front room we understood why?
"How does this work then? Are we all competing with each other?" Wendy asked, somewhat logically. I hadn't given it much consideration till she mentioned it.
"I think they're competing and we're the feeders," I informed Wendy as the sound of four very hungry hippos stomping through the house greeted us with about as warm a welcome as the smell of off-milk before you pour it on your cereal. All of us grabbed a watermelon and held it ready to throw at whatever came through the door.
SMASH!!!
The hippos burst through the doorframe shattering the woodwork and masonry and sending shards of it across the room. Once this game was finished it was gonna take a shitload of money to repair the house. The four gigantic mouths mawed into the air and it looked like we had four remnants of the prehistoric era in our front room, they were so massive.
Elias stepped forward and threw his melon into the mouth of one of the hippos who chomped enthusiastically onto the gigantic food-ball, but then left its mouth open wanting more, as the other three beasts stepped hungrily forward, jaws flapping as they moved ever closer. Amy hurled her fruit towards a set of jaws and it voraciously chewed on the sweet circle of goodness, which caused the rest of us to start chucking the sugary grub.
Goodness, gracious, green balls of food were spinning across the room into the gaping mouths of these whacky yet intimidating behemoths that accepted everything we threw their way, the air getting dyed with the juice from the melons creating an iridescent pink mist hovering in the air as green bits of undigested munch wound up all over the floor and on our naked bodies, making us all look like we were part of some new exotic tribe whilst we undertook the most bizarre aerobic exercise I think I could ever recall.
"I've got to admit this is more like the game I thought I'd be playing," Will chimed up as he thrust a big globe of fruit at one of the yapping gargantuan mouths.
"What are you gonna bring next time, Art? A haunted Ker-Plunk?" Elias fired back as he flicked another sphere of sugar forward to be snapped by jaws that could snap a person in two.
"Literal snakes and ladders that lead up and down a building on fire?" Amy chirped in, laughing with everyone else at her sarcastic quip. I stopped for a minute and stared at my wife who was now taking pot-shots at me too. Amy continued propelling the green circles, oblivious of her words made me feel as they slashed across me like blades. I stood still as the other nine folks jockeyed to get as many watermelons into these intimidating gobs as possible. Before this evening I thought that Amy and I were tight and nothing could come between us but this evening had thrown us out of whack. Before tonight I'd gaze at my fiery-haired beauty in wonder, but now I wondered if we'd make it past tonight.
