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.

Cum Train

Abigail_Smith_Adams_by_Gilbert_Stuart“Why, you little piece of shit,” Mother howled, “I see the devil’s plucking your strings again!”

She’d walked in on her son, who was lying atop the cot of his quarters, fiddling himself gingerly. His trousers were around his knees. The boy wavered, discarded his cock, and proceeded to whimper. “It’s na-na-nothing, Ma, honest! I’s juss checking to see it works.”

Fluid matter sluiced his face, down the crook of his quivering chin. His innards folded with dread. Mother was raging again.

She roared, “Devil spawn! Repent sinner..!” Leaning in slowly, she whispered into his ear, “…Sinner,” then hit him with closed fist to the ribs. Thud!

“Owwww! Please Ma, don’t hit me again! I repent Lord! I repent! Please!” he wailed in earnest.

She doubled over and snatched his timid pecker with a pistol grip. “That’s it, that’s a good beast. Now it’s time to extract your sins in accordance with the ancient ways.”

“Ma, please, not again! …I repent! …I repented!”

“Silence!” she hissed, tugging briskly. Upon the upstroke, in an aggressive timbre, she scolded, “Repent!” Then on the downstroke, “Scum!” Her pace quickened as she recast over and over again, seething: “Repent! Scum! Repent! You scum!”

As the demon neared, she coupled her mouth to the shaft, ready to siphon the sins. The boy sniveled. “Forgive me Lord! Forgive muh.. muh… meeeEEE!”

His pumping phallus dumped gobs of demon spore into her hungry hole. When the throbbing finally relented, she gulped greedily, lapped at the excess, then, with an open hand, struck him hard at the base of his wilting sin tube. He yelped. Tears flowed.

Then, leaving the room, she denied he was her child and vowed to send him to an orphanage. He puddled under his pillow and extruded the emotions that were ripe in his heart, begging the Lord’s forgiveness.

There was no one listening.