gunt

The large, protruding blob of flesh that joins a woman's stomach and vagina so that they become one.

I wouldn't say she's fat, but she does have a big gunt.

by mark e. d'sade August 24, 2009

gunt

the flab that hangs from a womans belly below her vagina!

wow she has a big gunt!

by tha illeset mama June 10, 2009

Gunted

Term used by alogspace /cow/ board. kiwifarms and even 4chan /pol/ to refer when someone got btfo'd or literally fucked by Ethan Ralph, also know as The Gunt.

Anon: What happened in the last days, guys?
TRSPERG: PPP's sister got GUNTED.
Weakload: Damn, for a manlet and dicklet, The Gunt really can get cheap whores, my gf will probably be Gunted too.

by berimbaurider January 2, 2022

GUNT

a gunt is the layer of stomach fat that covers your Vagina or penis

a gut that covers your cunt
- " i had to lift up 10 rolls of fat to find her cunt SHE HAS A GUNT"

by gdawglol July 14, 2009

Dirty Gunt

A spin on the Dirty Sanchez recently created by washed up Killstream host Ethan Ralph, a Dirty Gunt consists of filming yourself sticking your thumb up a teenage girl's pooper before giving it a snifferoo.

"I got into a beef with someone on Twitter last night, so I gave myself a Dirty Gunt and sent it to them, just like my hero Ethan Ralph. Can't abort the Retort!"

by caspertheghoul August 14, 2020

GUNT MANGLER

1. A MAN WITH A DEATHWISH THAT HAS NOTHING TO LOSE

2. A TALIBAN FIGHTER THAT PLEDGED TO DIE AND FEARS NOTHING

HEY, I HEAR THEIR PAYING GUNT MANGLERS TOP MONEY, FUCK IF I'LL DO THAT, MY LIFES WORTH MORE

by Dpcx Alpha Male September 2, 2009

Gunt Trap

Not concentrating during the sexual act and finding yourself lost in the dark recesses found beneath the gunt.

I was hot, roaring hot, vomiting with the heat, my every cell protesting as it bucked against the impositions of the atmosphere, and instantly I knew I was caught in a gunt trap.And I was flesh-and-blood, organic, heaving in torment, my breathing corpse in rebellion against the impossible demands being made upon it, this while I fought to control the hot Gunt bucking in my hands, a piece of flesh which I identified as a gunt flap. Crushed by heat. Annihilated by the light of the sky. I should have looked, then. Upwards, I mean. At the sky. At the light. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped the gunt flap. And flinched. Downwards. Squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to squeeze myself into annihilation. Trying to hide. I made my way towards the relative safety of the vulva and hopefully freedom.

by Juan Hunglow April 27, 2010