Willow sat greasy and panting on the bench outside the Dairy Queen. He doesn't like going out in the sun very often, but sometimes it's a treat to sit and watch people, with a snow cone shoved in the crotch of your pants. He made small puckers with his lips, his tongue sometimes darting out like a maggot searching for a body. He felt something squirming in the seat of his pants. The squirrel in his ass was waking up. Oh yeah, party time. One young boy watched curiously as the three foot tall man began a series of jerks and bends, giggling and groping his crotch. The boy was quite amused and even thought of clapping until Willow's thick cock sprang into the air, almost roaring it's presence with veins. Willow stopped and stared at the boy from behind the head of his twelve inch hammer, and gave his "come, hither and let me wrap your tiny pink ass around my fuckpole" look. The boy ran like hell.

Willow stood still, busy with his squirrel. He closed his eyes and and relaxed his mind, letting all thoughts pour out like water. Using his special breathing technique he centered his attention solely on his ass muscles. With great care he slowly relaxed them letting the squirrel stick it's head out, oh yeah baby, and then front paws, oooh so good to daddy", mid-section, "there you go baby!", back left paw, your almost out ....your almost out!..... oh no.... Daddy doesn't think so.", Willow smiled as his ass clamped like a beartrap around the squirrels back right paw.

Shifting his weight slowly to the left Willow began to swing his hips gently from side to side, maintaining an easy rythym, and never changing his breathing pace. With a dancers grace he changed the swings momentum from side to side to front to back. The squirrel, stunned by the swinging and the fact that it just crawled out of someones ass, ceased to struggle. Humming softly, Willow lulled the squirrel as he began to work his ass muscles, slowly pulling it back into his hole. The struggle to get out had drained the squirrel, so it could do nothing, but enjoy the relaxing massage of Willow's love muscles. As it's head slowly disappeared from the light, it thought that maybe, just maybe, it could love Willow. But then with a sloppy wet fart Willow shat the squirrel out on the ground, like a little bitch, birthing it from his dark brown womb.

"Your nothing but a piece of shit whore", Willow said in his best pillow talk voice, as he brought his cock around and began stroking it's fat shaft with both his chubby little hands.

"Arnt you going to say anything bitch?", Willow asked as he began to furiously work himself.

The squirrel could do nothing but stare up in quiet passion, it's fur slick with bowel juices, a piece of corn stuck to it's head. Willow's face grew red, his arms straining as they worked back and forth over his twelve inches of meat. "got a little somethin for ya, sweetfur...you like nuts right....woooohaaaa..." A thick stream of cum shot from his cock like a firehouse whipping the squirrel this way and that, rolling it over and over until finally it landed at the foot of a tree, it's face in a contorted look of peace, drowned by Willows Nut Nectar. Willow shook himself off, spraying a old man who was walking nearby. The old man yelled something and hurried off, not realizing how close he had come to being someones bitch.

Willow shook off the dreary feelings that came after sex, you know, all the ones that don't involve sex, and decided that Old men were definitely on the menu for this evening, and he knew a great little Nursing Home where they had all sorts of liver spotted asses. So with a gay jig in his step and a fucked up smile on his face, Willow set off for dinner.