Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Fat-Free, Low-Cal Rubyfruit Jungle


"Rub the salt in," Michelle purred while her giant hands stuffed a third turnip into Rachel's blonde quim.

"Call me a nigger," Rachel begged. "Call me your nigger bitch." The coarse salt stung her hands as she scrubbed it over Michelle's large and hairless scrotum.

"Take my lady cock in your mouth, nigger bitch. Don't stop until you nigger choke on it," Michelle ordered.

"It's so savory," Rachel mumbled around Michelle's giant cock. "So perfectly seasoned!" she gasped, the penis slurping out of her mouth when Michelle jammed the fourth turnip in.

Michelle reached down, took her penis by the root, and began slapping Rachel in the face with it.

"I didn't say you could stop eating me out, you black cunt," Michelle growled.

She rabbit punched Rachel in the clit. The angle was awkward, but Michelle's enormous strength still sent a tsunami of pleasure through Rachel's tanned body, making the manic bird's nest of her hair quiver. She screamed out, but it was choked off by Michelle's thrusting member. Michelle exploded in Rachel's throat after a half dozen powerful thrusts, her huge thighs shuddering as she drained herself into her.

They both fell back on the mattress, sated and moaning. Turnips shat themselves from Rachel's vagina with soft, wet plops. They held each other in the afterglow, two strong, proud black women who defied the world with their forbidden love.

Monday, June 22, 2015

A Cabin In The Woods

“How much longer do you think we can keep this up, Barry? The media scrutiny alone…”

He pressed his finger against Hillary’s lips. “Hush up, girl. You know I got the media wrapped around my dick. Them bitches ain’t sayin’ nothing unless I tell them to.”

“You don’t have to act tough around me, Barry. I know they worry you.” Hillary lifted her hips and pulled down her giant panties. Barry took them from her and licked the crotch with long strokes.

“Yummy. You’ve been using that lavender pussy soap I sent you.” He smelled the panties in long huffs, like he was trying to snort them into his sinuses.

“Barry, be serious for just a minute, OK? And stop talking like ghetto trash. You’re a Harvard educated lawyer.” Hillary shifted her gunt to one side and began tugging on her inner labia. The cabin began to fill with her menopausal scent, dead roses and medicated cream.

“I thought you liked it when I talked all street,” he whined, sounding like a surf bum. He scratched at the seam of his scrotum.

Hillary sank a finger into herself and grimaced. “Hand me the lube, dear. I’m as dry as dick skin down there.” He leaned over and handed the tube to her.

“Don’t I get you wet?” Barry asked. He absently wiped a single pearl of pre-ejaculate from the head of his engorged glans and tasted it. “Oh, baby. You’ve got to try this. I’ve been eating pineapple all week like you said and it’s delicious.”

 “I’ve been with Bill all weekend. Nothing kills my pussy like having to listen to his condescending drawl.”

“You want to watch a little porn first?” he asked.

“A little interracial butt stuff, maybe? See what you can find.” She kept tugging and lubing as he clacked away at the keyboard.

“BBC anal schoolgirl gangbang surprise?” he read. “Or maybe ‘Nigger cock petite training first time anal girl?’”

“Preview that last one,” she said, leaning forward.

“Can’t I just click it?”

“No, just hover the cursor over it. Jesus, it’s like you’ve never porned before.”

“Michelle doesn’t let me,” Barry admitted. “She says that if I want a big black cock, I can just suck hers.”

“I don’t know why you married that hideous shemale.”

“I didn’t have a choice. She said she was pregnant and didn’t want an abortion.”

Hillary smacked him across the face, leaving a shiny smear of lube.
“What was that for?” he whined, cradling his offended cheek.

“That’s for being an idiot. How you beat me in 2008 I will never fucking understand.”

“People were tired of the Bush and Clinton families forging political dynasties,” Barry said automatically.

“Did you get that off of the back of a cereal box?” she sneered.

“What do you mean?” Barry asked.

Hillary raised her hand to slap him again, but the door burst open before she could strike. A dozen Secret Service agents flooded into the cabin, weapons drawn.

“The perimeter has been breached!” the lead agent screamed, hurtling himself at the two of them. He landed on Hillary with a wet thud, smashing her pendulous breasts beneath him. He screamed “Protect the President’s erection!” A burly agent dropped his submachine gun and began jacking Barry off with a furious determination. The other agents fired their weapons out of the open cabin door until their magazines were empty.

Deafened by the fusillade, Barry yelled “What is the threat?”

“Raccoon, sir! Looked rabid. Or maybe racist,” the lead agent reported, yelling into Hillary’s breasts.

“Get off me, you idiot!” she said, pushing him away. The agents filed quickly out of the cabin.

“Sir, please resume illicit sexual relations!” the lead agent announced as he did his best to shut the battered cabin door behind him.

“Aren’t they just the best?” Barry asked no one. Hillary slapped him again.

Friday, June 5, 2015

I'm just a faded Southern belle without a dime...

"Ah want to drone you, fat boy," Lindsay drawled. He gently plucked the encrusted hairs ringing Chris' butthole until it blossomed like a flower.

"There it is," he whispered, forgetting his carefully cultivated accent. "You don't know how long I've wanted this, ever since I saw you hugging that skinny niggrah on TV."

"Abuse my freedom," Chris grunted. Peaches and crust dripped from his face.

"Get yore face down in that pie, piggy," Lindsay told him. "You don't come up for air, only for my cock."

Lindsay twirled his flaccid penis around, hoping it would awaken. He switched hands and took hold of Chris' bloated scrotum with his left. He ground the testicles together until Chris let out a burbling screech into the peach pie.

"Get hard, damn you," he said to his penis.

"I want you in me," Chris whined. He snuffled in crust and choked on it, coughing and shaking his ponderous body.

"Shut the fuck up. I got a Hellfire for you. I am gonna fuck you like a Muslim wedding, you fat fuck!" Lindsay screamed. He tried to stuff his tiny, limp member into Chris' gaping asshole.

"You like that, fat boy? You like that?" he screamed.

"Is it in yet?" Chris asked, finally daring to look back.

Lindsay screamed again, high-pitched and full of feminine rage. He pushed Chris over and angrily started trying to feed the remnants of the pie to Chris' pleading anus.