Duck Hunt
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
We went to an art show in the basement of the Village Hall. Local artists, according to the announcement in the local paper, and the show was not well attended; in fact we were the only visitors. And there were only about six paintings. But one of them caught our attention.
At first we weren’t sure why. The scene looked pleasant but innocuous. A pond at dawn. A duck taking flight, and a couple of ducklings swimming along. Still, it did a little something to us. More than a little something. Our nipples stiffened. Our clits twitched. Our cunts moistened.
Maybe it’s that guy at the far side, we speculated. We looked more closely. Could it be? Was he jerking off? Yes he had a hand on his cock. And a sizeable cock it was. And when we looked even more closely we could see the white spurt of seed jetting from the penis slit.
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