A Warm Summer’s Eve

ffff
i walk down to the fishbowl
tap on the glass
ladies smiling at me
tryin’ to peddle some ass

the man said, number 3
is eager to please
so i took her upstairs
and she got on her knees

gave her 25 bucks
for a suck and a fuck…
i rolled bare-back
just to test my luck

 

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.

Heavenly Glory

king-304290_960_720   The mighty king harold wore trousers made of velveteen. drank mead from a super fancy type golden goblet encrusted with all the rarest of gems and minerals. and he ruled his kingdom without mercy.

This morn we find our lord in his kingly quarters,  chewing a sprig of parsley to cleanse the remnants of pussy and ass juices from his noble mouth. last nights’ fuck session had been a frenzied mix of pure and offensive pleasures.

18 of his finest whores had eagerly milked at least 8 loads from his sick-huge kingly dong, straight into their pussies and assholes. he even did that move where you start unloading in one girls ass and then pull it out and get the last few squirts into another girls’ pussy hole. super hot stuff. pussy to ass? sooooo dirty right?  i mean, the kind of thing most dudes only dream about. but a very typical night for our king.

knock knock

“my lord there is a sir jimbo slice here to see you.”

jimbo was a vendor of exotic bitches and the finest truckstop whores.

jimbo did not bow to the king, he bowed to no one

he presented his finest and most darkest exotic whore,

the king started to fondle his own genitals in preparation, rubbing and smushing his regal balls and shaft.

“this be daisy, show him dat ass bish.”

daisy was quick to comply with her owners demand.

she nimbly unbuckled the loose weave of her dungarees and displayed her enormously dark anus to the king.

it was a supermassive black hole with all the gravitational pull of the universe. it sounded like a damn tornado.

upon its unveiling the kings cock swelled with maximum desire and began spegettifying quickly toward  the mass. her asshole was inhaling  everything in the room. and  when the tip of the king’s cock hit the eclipse, he jizzed a sick load.

he screamed ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i’m cummminnngg! i’m fuckin cuminnngggggg!!!

his regal load was the singularity
it spawned the milky way.

Secret Mission

spyJim dandy was a double agent, in deep cover, blending with the hard up folks of north korea.

Kim Jong Un tested jim this very morning with a devious ploy. he sent an aids whore to jim’s bungalow in an attempt to give him aids through sexual pleasures.

jim, an operative for 20+ years was not phased by kim jong’s rookie maneuver. instead of making unprotected love with this dame, he commanded the aids riddled whore to assume the face down-ass up position. and ordered her to spread her cheeks nice n wide.

his double agent training made this quite easy, he furiously wailed away on his weiner till he was bout to blow, and when he was jizzing, he stuck just the head of his double agent dong into the aids girls korean asshole. he dumped several hot wads of his sauce straight into her infected colon. sure there was some chance of aids transmission with this dangerous play. but a double agent can’t play it safe everyday. it was a calculated risk.

well calculated and well worth it. her asian ass was very tight and his orgasm whilst inside it was quite fulfilling.

The High Road

boy-310729_640Jake Stevens was a two bit hood outta Kansas city. He never knew his father.

Jake’s mother, Darla, was a truck stop whore who gave it up for loose change, long rides, and mentholated cigarettes.

Jake was a bonus from one of Darla’s rig-hauling tricks. She’d mentioned that Jake’s likely father was a pleasant enough fellow who’d treated her as good as a whore deserved.

Daddy drove off in his big rig with a smile on his face and ass on his breath.

Jake was surly as they come.

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!

Simple Sins

Ranger-Battle_for_WesnothGregor the lustful woodsman, finished his flagon of honey mead, let out a tremendous belch, threw the flagon across the room and bellowed’.whoooress! service me now, i’ve much copper to fill your purses.’

the largest, whitest gals in the joint, kat and melinda, hopped to.  they’d whored long enough to know gregor slingblade was a fair man when it came to copper and was no slouch when it came to stuffing BBW’s

‘ooo gregor, you’re so steamy with lust, lets go have us a romp in my bed chamber’

‘nah, right here, felate me now.’

gregor pulled out at least eight inches of semi-hard flesh from his boiled leather trousers, he eyed the trollops greedily and tugged his grimey tube with desire. panting and muttering.
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Business as Usual

supa-mac-daddy-pimp-costumeJimbo Slice was a gentleman’s gentleman, a real golden arrow. He stood tall, flew straight like the shaft, or the crook of a shuttle cock. He was almost never late.

His black dong measured 5 inches flaccid. Roughly.

Jimbo leaned into the truck stop toilet wall. Thrusting his manhood forward, flaccid cock exposed to toilet air and prying eyes. A challenge to all comers.

Daisy stood before him. Defiant to his prowess. Jimbo was Daisy’s pimp. She, his bitch.  Daisy yearned for power and begged for cocks. She was in the right line of work. Jimbo gave no mercy. Ever.

14 years as a truck stop whore taught this bitch many things. How to act right was not one of them.

“Spect me to suck cocks fo free? I gots bills”

“Bish bend ova.” was jimbo’s curt reply.

Daisy set her petty quibblings aside for the moment, but she made a mental note to ask for more money later.

She undid the large, loose weave buckle of her dungarees and flipped them over her enormously dark anus, exposing it to her owner.

Jimbo was taken aback by the size, it had accrued mass since he’d last fucked it. The spaghettification process started pulling Jimbo’s member into the hole at a frightening clip.  When his balls finally caught up to his tip and shaft, he was already cumming. And screaming his head off.

He fired lava hot wads Into another dimension.

Possibly another universe.

Free Spirit

It’s the trailer park lifestyle
that she lives
got an ad
on craisgslist

looking for spizz

from some random guys
the more the better
big bukkake party
makes her pussy get wetter

they be standing in line
pulling at their sticks
hot loads on her face
is how she gets her kicks

A Perfect Day

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Chuck prowls the lots for lizard of all sorts. Don’t matter to Chuck; he’d barebacked his way across the nation without qualms of ever comin’ up a failure. Success to Chuck was measured in miles and loads….

Presently, Chuck was at Lindys, a dive stop north of Telusa by way of 95. Chuck parked his rig, hopped out on the pavement and strutted like a man on a mission. That mission was pussy. He’d been to Lindys before, rode a few dames here years back, but the new Chuck was all about fresh faces.
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Grease Lessons

helgaHelga the whore is a 400 pounder. she’s built like sloppy joe’s stacked on an African mud hut. She wears old timey brothel clothing.

Tommy is a stick thin, sniveling coward. He’s always sniveling. That’s what he does. but not for long. he’s to become a man today

let’s see how he does.

knock knock…

helga opens the door

“what can i do fer ya, little fella”

“um, miss helga, my dad says if i bring you this, you’ll make me a man” tommy offers her the piece of copper his father gave him.

she accepts the token in her meaty paw.

“oh boy, isn’t that sweet of your father, well, don’t worry, come sit on the bed and relax.. just lay back and let it happen”

tommy walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, but, hesitated a moment too long for Helga. she pushed him back hard on the bed “i said lay down ya little shit, and take your pants off, NOW! “ her tone quite matronly.

“what?, ok. y-yes mam,”. tommy was trembling, trying to work the belt buckle was an ordeal under the stress caused by Helga’s demanding timbre.

tommy moved  too slow for the eager Helga. she snatched up the buckle, yanked hard, snapped it with a  grunt and threw it against the wall.

she grabbed his britches at the waist and yanked ‘em all the way to his ankles in one heaving tug.

tommy’s’ flaccid willy was on display and his face was covered in shame

“oh gawd, what’s happening?”

“shut your mouth and close your eyes”.

he obeyed

Helga disrobed her old timey outfit and let her body release its stench, she reeked of pickles, onions, and the cum of many angry and sad men.. she pounced onto the bed with a crash, straddling tommy’s face with surprising grace for her size. the bed creaked, threatening to collapse. but it maintained because it was well crafted.

anyway

she smothered his face, he panicked and tried to flail but he couldn’t move his puny body. he gasped for air. Helga was loving it, she was born for this work.

“don’t fight it ya shit, helga’s at the helm”

she took his entire limp unit, balls included into her maw, tommy whimpered.

she alternated between sucking hard and humming low. bouncing gently on the bed with her massiveness.

tommy was freaking out pretty bad. half moaning half pleading into helga’s vaginal bucket. “oh god, forgive me…i don’t want this”, the answer he received was the echo of his own voice, coming from deep within helga’s cavernous gape. it was like a canyon.

Helga inserted one of her big ole gorilla fingers into tommy’s anus.

he begged for mercy. “please no, it hurts. i don’t wanna be a man”

she bounced hard, slamming her mass against him to punish him for whining,

she sucked harder and prodded his hole deeper “oooooowww” he whimpered, “OOOOOOhhh somethings happening”

helga, being an old pro, recognized the change in vocal tonality indicating the impending cumshot. she ramped up the intensity, plunged her gorilla finger faster and sucked harder. really going for it.

and when tommy hit that special note, she gave him her “special treatment”, she eased her sausage finger out of his ass and crammed her thumb in, it was like a damn bratwurst. this bitch was fatter than hell. and her thumb was like a bratwurst, i mean, maybe even a summer sausage or a popcan i don’t know, but the technique worked, it instantly turned tommy into a cum geyser, spraying like a cannon, Boom! Boom!, “ahhhh, what’s happening? oh my gawd, ahhhhh” he was screaming his head off, in one swift move Helga jumped up like an obese ninja doing a burpie and plopped her asshole down all the way onto tommy’s’ erupting cock, at the same time,  jammed the bratwurst thumb up his ass to the hilt, turning his prostate to smithereens. “cum in my ass you turd!” she demanded.

her asshole was overflowing with fluids in no time.

“oh god noooo, mommmyyyyyyyy!!!!! “

Tommy fired all of his childhood memories into helga’s humongous hole and he never looked back. Helga’s eyes lit up and she grinned as she fulfilled her life’s purpose.

that was the day that tommy, became thomas.

The End

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Pride & Predjudice: Part 2

8a7f37e5e4fc1266977d614aa8208dd1.jpgwe find the duke jean pierre in the study of his stately abode, our studious duke is seated in a throne-like burgundy leather chair that was made by the finest craftsmen in all the land. the refined dukal gent is scribing an old timey document with a quill when someone unexpected enters

tis The baron lothar von greyskull, the dukes mortal enemy, the decrepit baron comes dressed in leathers, black as night. his aged lung wheeze like a rattle.

the duke grinned and piped “oh my, look who’s risen, from the murky depths of hell, my elderly baron, by my trope  i say, you should have remained in the blaze, there is nothing here for you now. my coffers are empty and my wenches have turned ill, now make haste old baron and be gone, while you’re here searching for a suitable place to die, i’ve state affairs to attend to”

the baron hobbled his ancient frame across the floor, holding the duke’s gaze. he placed his palms upon the desk, and leaned in to rasp

“i have come, to fuck your mind and take your life, you have betrayed me”

The duke casually picked up a wizardly smoking pipe from his desk, struck a match and fired it up. he took a nice long puff and sent the minty pipe smoke billowing into the barons leathered face.

“oh my, that’s quite vexing lothar my old nemesis,  i’m confounded, you see, i’d been assured of your demise by my a-trusted squireboy, davey.”

“HA!  your “boy” davey took of aged mead from the chalice of champions and he’s professing dribble”

the duke enjoyed the longest, slowest puff he’d ever taken in his life, just to show the baron who was in control, he exhaled again, nice and slow, a river of froth oozed from the duke and enveloped the barons wrinkled body.

“oh lothar you wretched fiend, so you’re back again and peddling balderdash about my dearest davey. imagine, davey, quaffing potions with reckless abandon, that sounds a proper wash. that is surely not my davey. no no.”

the baron leaned in closer and held a penetrating glare.

“your boy davey was at the helm of the clipper ship, in my mind.”

“I beg your pardon baron?”

“davey was at the helm. until i fired him into the abyss…the abyss of your mind, duke, the abyss…of your mind.”

“wha-what’s happening? I don’t like this, what brand of devilry is this? there’s a tingle betwixt mine ears, thy brain is…throbbing!.”

the duke dropped the lengthy hand crafted pipe on the desk, and sunk his face deep into his noble hands to shield himself from this new reality

“prepare for your mind-fucking duke”

“oh no, my dukal brain barriers have been penetrated by your treachery, why, you vagabond!”

The baron widened his stance and began to thrust his pelvis back and forth, simulating rhythmic coital pumps. each thrust sent a wave of pain and hysteria through the duke’s regal mind.

the duke cried, “please, i beg you baron, no more. your psionic phallus is destroying meee!!! ”

the baron whispered “the abyss of your mind gives me ultimate pleasure”

“your mind tool is pilfering my kingly crevasse, my genteel baron, please grant me clemency-eeee!”

the baron remained steadfast, ignoring the feeble pleas, he continued thrusting.

the duke slumped to the floor as he shat his pantaloons, farting loudly while sobbing as well.
the baron took the up the old timey smoking pipe, and puffed it very hard on his way out, at the door he turned to the sobbing, shit soaked duke and said “phase one complete, your mind is fucked, i’ll be back”

The End

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