"Christine, what are you doing here?" Erik turned aound to see Christine standing before him.

"I'm here to make love to you." Christine sauvely began unbuttoning her dress.

"Good god." Erik shook his head. "But you are getting married, and I'm a virgin. I don't want to disappoint you."

"Shh." Christine let her dress slid off of her slender shoulders. "You could never disappoint me." After a quick pelvic thrust, Erik grabbed Christine and threw her in his red velvet lined coffin. Taking out his bondage supplies, Erik's erection tore his pants off of his surprisingly well toned body. Heaving into her wet depths, Erik quickly came so fast it was like John Stamos head butting someone. "That was it?" Christine shrieked. "Come on!"

"Did I hurt you?" Erik peered down at Christine.

"No!" Christine cried in disgust. "Now fuck me properly."

"Again? Hell yes!" Erik prematurely ejaculated at the thought.

"Ew!" Christine shuddered. "Do not come again for forty minutes. I command you! Think of Raoul if it will stave you off." At the thought of Raoul, come plopped out of Erik in a jumble of mess.

"Ok, ok I will think of...Calista Flockhart." The tip of Erik's penis glowed red, and he quickly tied up Christine, and whipped her slender body into a BDSM style. Fucking her roughly, Erik screamed and Christine screamed and her hymen squirted in his eye. Plucking out her armpit airs, Erik shot his load into Christine's body in a torrent of come. "It's ok, I'm done." He breathed happily as he saw his red lined coffin had turned white. "Christine?" He looked down and saw that she had started shaking. "Christine!" With a shucking noise as his clambered out of her unshaven vagina, Erik almost made it when Christine opened her mouth and come shot out in a graceful arc. Shooting out constantly, tears ran down Christine's face, as the chunks slid by her tongue.

"No!" Erik screamed as the jet stream of come flew in his mouth full throttle. It gurgled down his throat and they were forever locked in a cycle of come. "Uh!" Erik got so turned on, his penis flew in the spasming Christine and their friction caused the coffin to explode. With a angry grunt, Erik turned Christine over, and butt fucked her. Quickly pressing his lips again her butt cheeks and sucked out her shit and his own come. He spat it back in her mouth. "I'll kill you you bitch. I'll grab your wenus and squish it to look like Marie Antoinette's achilles heel." Christine laughed as it began snowing dandruff in the Persian courtyard.

"I'll have you know." The shah stepped out carrying a small jar. "I had an illicit love affair-" he was interuppted by Buffy the vampire slayer running through the courtyard while lighting baskets of rum on fire. Then the shit covered nipple clamps came out. Raoul's assless chaps made it so much easier to the cherry flavored dildo to sneak into his mouth. Holden Caulfield lay naked in a field of wheat sucking toothpaste out of Gene Wilder's navel.

"No." Christine breathed out in a torrent of agony. Screaming as a baby popped out of her cervix, and hit Erik in the knee, they both looked down at the baby which was so immensely good looking.

"This is indeed a troubling universe." The baby commented, and died as Raoul cried in his fish filet.