Iffy crushes
Who would you like to have sex with who isn't probably top of everyone's list and why?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2011, 14:54)
Who would you like to have sex with who isn't probably top of everyone's list and why?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2011, 14:54)
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My mum. Let me explain . . .
I’d love to try to bury my way, face first, back into the cunt she squirted me out of all those years ago, lapping up the last gritty mucal productions of her grey, mottled sagging clunge, with two fingers buried up to the knuckle in her quivering haemorrhoid-ringed arsehole.
Pausing only for another two deep, heavy snorts of amyl nitrate, after gently tracing her hysterectomy scar with my pulsing angry cock, I’d tear back into passionately tounging her knackered fuck-hole, bringing her to a fierce screaming orgasm, before flipping her round and stuffing my throbbing cock deep inside her greasy, pre-fingered anus, pumping her as hard as i could, her deflated tits flapping with each thrust.
Eventually, when her cries of pleasure turn to yelps of pain, i can take my excitement no more, and end up spunking wad after wad of my hot, creamy fucklove into her collapsed fudge tunnel.
In the back of my uncles Honda accord.
With my dad, knocking on the window, delivering a Meat Feast thin and crispy waiting to be savoured in my post orgasmic bliss, while my mum nips back into the house to put the kettle on.
With the grease from the pizza, i draw a heart shape on the window, fart idly, but realise that i am SO relaxed, i follow through, drenching the back seats if a quagmire of my stinking effluent.
Looking round embarrassed, i see my mum returning with the tea, but before she gets back into the car, she notices the revolting diarrhoea soaked back seats, her mouth falling open with shock . .
. . . or is it lust?
She climbs back into the car, and tells me “Don’t worry son. Don’t worry. We all have accidents from time to time.” and leans in to kiss me, to let me know that everything is going to be oK.
Our mouths meet, and open, our tongues exploring each others mouths like love-sick slugs, and she gathers a handful of the liquid shit we are both sitting in, making sure her whole hand is covered. She pulls my head back by the hair, so i can get a proper look at her sliding her fist, lubricated by shit, deep into her glistening, dusty cunt.
It doesn’t take her long to cum this time, she arches her back and lets out along animalistic moan, before pulling her fist out of herself and letting me suck her fingers dry.
“Happy birthday, son,” she says.
"I love you, mum” I'd say.
“I know, son,” she says, stroking my hair, “I know.”
Just . . the answers were getting a bit dull.
First time post, and all.
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 17:27, 27 replies)
I’d love to try to bury my way, face first, back into the cunt she squirted me out of all those years ago, lapping up the last gritty mucal productions of her grey, mottled sagging clunge, with two fingers buried up to the knuckle in her quivering haemorrhoid-ringed arsehole.
Pausing only for another two deep, heavy snorts of amyl nitrate, after gently tracing her hysterectomy scar with my pulsing angry cock, I’d tear back into passionately tounging her knackered fuck-hole, bringing her to a fierce screaming orgasm, before flipping her round and stuffing my throbbing cock deep inside her greasy, pre-fingered anus, pumping her as hard as i could, her deflated tits flapping with each thrust.
Eventually, when her cries of pleasure turn to yelps of pain, i can take my excitement no more, and end up spunking wad after wad of my hot, creamy fucklove into her collapsed fudge tunnel.
In the back of my uncles Honda accord.
With my dad, knocking on the window, delivering a Meat Feast thin and crispy waiting to be savoured in my post orgasmic bliss, while my mum nips back into the house to put the kettle on.
With the grease from the pizza, i draw a heart shape on the window, fart idly, but realise that i am SO relaxed, i follow through, drenching the back seats if a quagmire of my stinking effluent.
Looking round embarrassed, i see my mum returning with the tea, but before she gets back into the car, she notices the revolting diarrhoea soaked back seats, her mouth falling open with shock . .
. . . or is it lust?
She climbs back into the car, and tells me “Don’t worry son. Don’t worry. We all have accidents from time to time.” and leans in to kiss me, to let me know that everything is going to be oK.
Our mouths meet, and open, our tongues exploring each others mouths like love-sick slugs, and she gathers a handful of the liquid shit we are both sitting in, making sure her whole hand is covered. She pulls my head back by the hair, so i can get a proper look at her sliding her fist, lubricated by shit, deep into her glistening, dusty cunt.
It doesn’t take her long to cum this time, she arches her back and lets out along animalistic moan, before pulling her fist out of herself and letting me suck her fingers dry.
“Happy birthday, son,” she says.
"I love you, mum” I'd say.
“I know, son,” she says, stroking my hair, “I know.”
Just . . the answers were getting a bit dull.
First time post, and all.
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 17:27, 27 replies)
Yeah,
well done.
I got half way through the first sentence.
*Yawn*
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 17:45, closed)
well done.
I got half way through the first sentence.
*Yawn*
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 17:45, closed)
I can't fault you for
factual accuracy, but I'm not sure what you're saying.
( , Wed 12 Oct 2011, 8:15, closed)
factual accuracy, but I'm not sure what you're saying.
( , Wed 12 Oct 2011, 8:15, closed)
That's quite an act you've got there...
.....what do you call it?
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 17:45, closed)
.....what do you call it?
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 17:45, closed)
You know, I was never SpankyHanky's biggest fan
But even I'd say that's far too insulting to Spanky
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 19:12, closed)
But even I'd say that's far too insulting to Spanky
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 19:12, closed)
Man, that was so shocking,
I might never be able to look at the internet, ever again.
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 19:10, closed)
I might never be able to look at the internet, ever again.
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 19:10, closed)
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