Page 48 of Sinners Reunion

When she’s nearly finished stuffing the skins, she begins heating a skillet of oil on the stove. Fried is the only way dick skin is even remotely palatable, and even then, it’s quite unpleasant.

“We only ended up with five penises, so one of us will have to eat three of them,” she says, and I just bloody wonder who that lucky bastard will be.

“Just fry them up and pass me the trio of stuffed sausages. The sooner I get them down, the sooner I can get them back up again.”

“Ew, David,” she says with a wrinkle of her nose.

“You’re about to feed me a gutted cock with various food items stuffed inside so that I may guess what I’m eating, but wanting to vomit after that is where we draw the line, Alexis Rose?” I nod. “Noted. And actually, I think it’s only fair you allow me to put random items inside your cock skins. Do I hear any objections? No? Thank you.”

I pluck two of the stuffed cocks from her hands while she’s still too flabbergasted to argue. Then I hold them over the bin, empty the contents, and rinse them thoroughly in Chef’s sink.

I try not to consider what I just squeezed out of them, as that doesn’t bode well for what may be in mine. At least I dodged one of the two pepper options.

“No peeking,” I say as I gather ingredients. When I’m satisfied, I stuff one with mayo and the other with a stick of mozzarella. I drop both into the hot oil.

“Damn you,” she says as she hurries to peek at what may be inside, but the skin tightens up and seals everything off where we’ve tucked it into itself on the open end. With a huff, she tosses her trio of cocks into the burbling, hissing liquid.

After a few more minutes, the skins go from yellow to golden brown, and we pull them out of the oil. I dread the red hue I see through one of mine—the tiny little cock skin she pulled from the child killer. She had to cut into his gut a bit to even gather enough flesh to make a decent pouch. But that red coloring tells me it’s the pepper, and it’s either very spicy or not at all.

“You go first,” she says. “I hate hot food.”

I’m fine with that. The hotter it is, the less I’ll taste it. May the first one destroy every taste bud I have. They grow back.

I bite into it, and I’m delighted when only a hot temperature sweeps my mouth. It’s a mild pepper after all. The second contains cottage cheese, and by the third, I haven’t the foggiest. I’m too busy gagging to guess.

“It’s peach jelly,” she says through tears of laughter. “I think all of it melted out during frying, though, so it was just cock skin.”

I grab the small metal trash can and heave into it. I’ll have to remember to take this with us when we leave.

“Your turn,” I say once I’ve rinsed my mouth with water. “Can’t let me have all the fun, after all.”

She squares her shoulders and raises the first penis with a smarmy smirk. Then she places the curled end into her mouth and bites down. Warm mayo shoots from the tip and lands on my upper lip.

“You’re supposed to taste that one, not me!” I swipe my face and try not to go into another gagging fit.

“Mayonnaise,” she says through more giggles. “Fucking gross.”

She grabs the second one before I’ve had time to recover, but at least she bites into the tip this time. The crunch makes my stomach turn, but the cheese pull is impressive enough to settle my attention elsewhere. As she chews, the flavor sparks her mind.

“It’s a cheese stick,” she says. Her eyes open, and she smiles when she sees she was correct.

“A cheese dick,” I say with a grin I can’t suppress. “Get it?”

“Yep, I get it.” She gags. “Maybe keep the cheesy jokes to yourself.”

“Is someone feeling a bit squeamish?” I tease. “I wasn’t cruel. I didn’t put squash in either of them, and I could have. I remember how much you hate that little yellow vegetable.”

“Does he have squash in there?” Her eyes light up, and she goes to the cupboard again. When she turns around, she holds two healthy summer squashes, one in each hand.

My eyebrow rises. “When did you ever get excited about vegetables, let alone squash?”

She bites her lip, and I don’t like that look in her eye. “Ever since Cat⁠—”

“Let me stop you right there.” I hold out a hand and shake my head. Vehemently. “Anything to do with Cat and food? Don’t want to hear it. Absolutely not.”

“Can’t we compromise? Just a little?” She hops up and sets her round ass on the prep counter. “After all, I didn’t get off earlier, and I’m still so needy.”

I want to drop to my knees and crawl to her when she spreads her thighs and pats her pussy, inviting me in. Damn her and her ways.