Cuck-Stains

Handsome Johnny struts the boardwalk like he owns the damn thing. A colored man dressed in rags shakes a coin filled cup to get his attention.

“Spare some change sir?”
“I got a hundo with your name on it, but you’re gonna have to earn it.”
“Ya want me to build you something? I used to be a carpenter.”
“No I don’t want you to build anything, I’d rather prefer you destroy something.”
“Destroy what?”
“My wife’s ass-hole.”

Smash cut to the vagrant’s 16 inch coal-cut cock slamming a pasty BBW’s ass-hole from behind, she’s moaning and squirting from her pussy as her butt is being just pounded by this savage vagrant. Her husband Johnny’s in the corner jerkin’ off.
Lovin’ it.

The vagrant screamed his head off as his black dick throbbed a hot load up her ass.

Johnny came all over himself as he watched, it was absolute perfection, everything he’d dreamed. As his cock was spurting, he prayed to god: make this moment last forever.

After fucking, the vagrant began fiending for crack so the party was over. He spent the hundo on a nice rock that exploded his heart, his homeless friends threw his corpse into a dumpster.

Days later the BBW tested positive for full blown AIDS and drove off a cliff.

Weeks later Johnny hung himself in the woods with a rope while he jerked off and died.

Vultures and hyenas tore his carcass to pieces.

 

Janet Karenina

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At age 44 Janet’s husband’s heart exploded and her spirits were swept away in a general malaise. In desperation, Janet sought solace and found it in only one thing, large gatherings of colored men using her lonely and aging holes in all of the nastiest ways.

Interracial gang-bangs made life worth living.

That and her kids, whom she loved. She’d often accompany them to a show and out for a meal after. They had so much fun. The sound of her children’s laughter left her heart full, but her holes, so very empty by contrast. To remedy this, she’d sneak off to the nearest tavern and get positively glazed by the darkest men in town.

This one time at a real elegant fuck-party. With her holes wholly filled and every able bodied man on his 3rd or 4th facial or cream-pie(some vag, mostly anal). Someone offered her a crack pipe. She took the condom-less black dick out of her mouth long enough to take a sizable hit. Janet reached nirvana the instant she exhaled the crack smoke and inhaled the large black hog that was ripe to brick in her mouth.

And brick, it did.

The smoke-able cocaine ushered the centering of her consciousness towards all that mattered henceforth, black cock and crack rock.

Everything went to shit after that. She lost interest in her kids and spent her free time  pursuing crack fueled gang-bangs with all the most loathsome characters you might imagine would attend such a dirty thing.

She caught six types of AIDS in a week and died three days later, her body, absolutely riddled with the six various strains of AIDS.

She went to hell of course.
The lord spared her no mercy with his judgement.
He never does.

A Ray of Hope

woman-571715_960_720“Philly cheese steak please” Gina slurred, with a slightly whining, almost begging tone.

Gina was unaware that she was talking to the curb…her naked body was lying head first, twitching & drooling into the gutter at the corner of 5th and Wabash, there was no one there to witness on this warm summer night.

she hadn’t eaten or bathed in weeks, her smack and crack habits were out of control now. they’d been building for years, possibly decades. Who knew… she no longer cared … dying of full blown aids, lesions covering her 80 lb body, soon to be carcass.

hooking was lucrative, at 1st, $500 an hour, times had changed, now her body was so loathsome and the presence of aids so obvious, she could no longer afford to be picky, her tricks treated her like a punching bag, and most demanded anal…she no longer bartered for her services, she gave them her ass or they’d jerk off on her and give her what they thought she was worth, sometimes they gave nothing. She accepted their assessment of her value

Gina found god and cleaned up for 3 months.

Then something tough happened and she ran back to the pipe and smoked crack till her heart imploded in an alley by a dumpster brimming with trash.

Presently, her soul burns in hell.

Aids poem

hivver
Hip, hop hooray
it’s fuckin aids day
i threw a bug chasin’
gang bang
for my birthday

now i’m down to catch the hiv’
if you’re ready to give
drop your loads in my ass
and watch
my loins quiv

see my eyes roll back
into my head
let’s fire up some crack
and smoke til’ we’re dead

god willing…
cuz life is pain
cream filling…
AIDS TRAIN!