Fuck It!

by Philip H. Farber (circa 1982)

John entered the central room and gazed thoughtfully at the small mountain of flesh that quivered before him. He was the only one with it in the room right now, so all of its orifices were closed. Walking up to the mass, he stroked the warm skin with his hand. He chose an appropriately placed orifice and touched it lightly with a finger, causing its lips to part slightly, revealing moist pink flesh within. Finding himself hard, he penetrated the hole. The wet flesh sucked and gasped at him. He began to pump rhythmically and the mound responded, stroking him with its genital mouth. Then the mass of flesh tightened on him and heaved against him. A shudder ran through the whole mound of living tissue. John ejaculated, his back arching, and pulled out. He turned his back to the reproductive mass and began to walk towards the door.

"John?"

"Yes, your Holiness?"

"How come we never talk anymore?"