Strip Poker

March 31, 2019

My cousin, me and a girl were playing strip poker truth or dare. Basically you play a hand of strip poker and the two losers take off a piece of clothing, then the loser with the worst hand has to take a truth or dare challenge from the winner. We had been playing a while and I was down to just my tshirt, my cousin was down to just his socks and she was down to her panties and t-shirt. She won and we lost, so I tossed the shirt and was totally naked with a throbbing hard-on and he lost a sock. My hand was lowest so I had to choose truth or dare. Some of the truth questions before had been really personal so I chose dare. I was stunned when she dared me to suck my cousin’s cock while they finished playing until either he lost his last sock or she lost her panties and t-shirt. Everyone had fulfilled their truth or dare up to that point, so I felt like I had to. He turned towards me and spread his legs and I leaned over and went down on him. I sucked his dick for several minutes while she watched, then they started playing cards again. After a few minutes I heard her say she folded and then said she was doing it so she wouldn’t win and I would have to keep sucking him longer. Another long wait while she watched me suck. Then she asked him if he was close to cumming and he said he was. Then she pulled her tshirt off and showed him her tits and suddenly he shot a huge load in my mouth. I gagged but swallowed most of it. When I raised up she had already put her tshirt back on so I didn’t even get to see her tits.

Anonymous

Raw Confessions

dream of vampires

February 9, 2019

The secret a close friend confided to me about her 59 year old grandmother:

“This is something gross for you to cherish. Me at age twelve staying at my gran’s in Portsmouth for the weekend. I’d gone to bed about eleven on Saturday night. Gran was downstairs with this neighbour, a guy from two doors down. He was younger than her. Maybe twenty years younger.

“Anyhow. I got up towards midnight and tiptoed downstairs for a glass of water. Through the partly open living room door I see gran and the neighbour on the sofa playing cards. All of a sudden, gran peels off her blouse exposing her breasts; she wasn’t wearing a bra. It happened so quickly too. It seemed surreal.

“He smiles at her and says, ‘Nice.’ Then he says, ‘Your pick-up.’ Gran takes a card; he takes a card. Gran stands and unzips her skirt.

“I realise they’re playing somekind of strip poker.

“I slip into the kitchen quiet as a mouse and get the water. Then it’s back to bed for me. But I can’t relax. I keep thinking about the game downstairs.

“Unable to overcome my curiosity, I go back downstairs. Gran and the neighbour were both nude. He sits on the sofa, she kneels between his spread legs. He has a hand resting on her bobbing head. And I can’t believe what she’s got in her mouth!

“He’s making these funny panting noises all the while. ‘Keep going,’ he says, ‘keep going.’ And then it’s like he’s having somekind of fit. His whole body shivering and shaking –

“I didn’t know what the hell was happening. It frightened me, I’ll tell you. I ran upstairs for the safety of my bed. Eventually I slept but I dreamt about vampires. Sucking blood from people. It was disgusting.

“Today I know the neighbour was cumming in gran’s mouth. But back then I thought he was dying, and that gran was sucking the life out of him. Gross, eh? Made me dream of vampires”

P

only half-undressed

February 3, 2019

She was there with me in that bed, my old sofa-bed, her hot breath in my ear smelling of peppermint toothpaste, as I thrust into her, stabbing her again and again with my hard body. She was only half-undressed: one tittie was exposed over the cup of her brassiere, the nipple swollen from my sucking at it. Her skirt was up round her waist; her panties wrapped round one ankle.

And when she came that first time, I couldn’t help but compare her to Averill, her daughter. When Averill came it was sudden, a lightning strike, from out of nowhere. But her mother – well, she lay under me, gripping my hips hard between her thighs. She started deep breathing, like air was in short supply, loudly inhaling and exhaling. Then she hissed my name from between clenched teeth, once, twice, before the tsunami finally hit.

It was strange cumming up her and thinking that Averill had come out of her twenty-three years earlier. Fought her way free from where I was now ejaculating. And what of the mother? She knew Averill and I had been intimate friends – possibly lovers. Did she wonder about my cock? Did she imagine it up her daughter? Was it an additional turn-on for her? Is that why she had flirted so much and so often with me? Because I had been her daughter’s closest boyfriend…

Did I make her feel young? I’m sure I did. Once her involuntary spasming muscles relaxed, she pulled off the rest of her clothes.

‘Well, now,’ she said. ‘You’re going to have to do that to me again, young man.’

So I did.

Andrew Peters
Cookbook of Clowns

like glistening eels

December 19, 2018

Sunday show:

Mutely we stare and stare at the frenzied show of two bodies entwining, like glistening eels on the thick Aubusson carpet. Then, so like a gull-cry echoing in a small sea shell, her climax arrives with his final, terrible thrusts.

The Smell of Blood

October 21, 2018

A constant hunger for the pornographic, sex crazed, conversationalists,

Then there’s the rubbing of your clit until it burns like stabbing hot fire and pissing, bursting, cumming for Jesus Christ and fuck sakes for nothing’s,

All the time thinking fill me,
Or,
Fucking kill me,

And bitching like a barking dog, with no Master and no loyalty and no allegiance and no brilliant, radiant, flame except her god damn appetite, which screams in her depths and says nothing of any importance, humping the fucking fire hydrant with no fucking idea,

There’s no physical without emotional, it’s all there, it’s all one,
They all want it,
They all have the same holes,
Point blank,

What’s your oldest memory?
How much pain have you inflicted on yourself?
How much pain have you inflicted on others?
Do you enjoy the smell of blood

Jade Dalton

teasing tongues

May 20, 2018

good friends playing nicely

The first time I had sex with a woman, just her and I, I marvelled at the pace. Sex with men always felt pressing, driven by an intensity that climbed quickly. Sometimes I liked that energy, it made me feel wanted, desired. The rush was fun, like tearing open a present. Other times I felt like we skipped over the good parts, like I could have pressed against him while he kissed my neck for hours. Sometimes I felt like I was trying to catch up, I was too young and inexperienced to say “Slow down.”

The first time I had sex with a woman, and it was just her and I, we kissed for hours. Literally hours. Slow, tender, swollen-lips, hands in our hair, teasing tongues, moans and soft sounds, our hips pressing together, in no hurry but never staying still. By the time I pressed my hand between her legs her panties were soaked right through. That little wet spot made fireworks in my head, my clit throbbed. This was divine. I didn’t pull her cotton underwear aside until she was already close to orgasm, just from my fingertips tracing over the fabric, and her eager grinding against my palm.

After she came we slowed down but never stopped touching each other until she’d had her second, third and fourth. There’s a difference between “I came” and “I’m satiated”. Fucking someone who understood that made sex an entirely new thing. We fucked until we were finished, exhausted and spent. I finally felt satisfied.

The next time a man touched me all I could feel was the energy propelled by his hard-on. The rush that rush-of-blood to his cock put him in. I felt like I wasn’t there.

Heart
Reflections
Queer Enough, 2018

Cum face…

May 21, 2016

cumming

Phaedra: I wanted to see your face when you came.

Hippolytus: Why?

Phaedra: I’d like to see you lose yourself.

Hippolytus: It’s not a pleasant sight.

Phaedra: Why, what do you look like?

Hippolytus: Every other stupid fucker.

Sarah Kane
Phaedra’s Love

thethreeofus

‘What I need now is your mouth to make out with my arsehole, Sweetie. You clean me out, yeah. Get that lovely tongue in nice and deep…’

I watched in silence as Alison knelt down and used the sofa to support the top half of her body. Reaching behind with both hands, she spread herself wide. Michael went down on all fours, his face buried between the cheeks of her bum.

‘Get that tongue working,’ she ordered. ‘Right up me – that’s it, that’s the way.’

Shelly stood over her hubby as he licked out Alison. Her expression was eager as she turned to me.

‘I want you to fuck him now,’ she said. ‘Make him take it hard and fast.’

Rolling on a condom, I took up a kneeling position behind Michael. I felt him tense as my cock went into him…he was already well lubricated. I went in until I felt my balls crushed against his arsehole.

‘Hard and fast,’ Shelly repeated, her face very flushed now.

I did as instructed, of course. I was fairly certain Shelly would soon give in and feel compelled to masturbate while watching me fuck her hubby’s tight behind.

‘Faster,’ she cried. ‘Fuck the little tart…show him what his arse is really for.’

I heard Michael grunt as the utter violence of my movements tipped him over the edge. His own ridged cock, untouched, spurted strings of thick white cum over the carpet. He continued to munch on Alison’s arse even as he was shooting.

‘Oh, you dirty little bitch,’ his wife cried in delight.

A brutal frenzy drove the four of us that afternoon. Three mouths fought over my cock and balls. I pushed apart shapely female legs wet with cum and saliva. I fingered and licked two swamp-like cunts, and Alison brutally churned Shelly’s cunt while sucking my cock. Michael wanked himself off at one point, and then his wife made him take my cock in his mouth.

‘Swallow it all down,’ she ordered, her voice shrill as I came; her eyes had become huge with unrestrained pleasure. ‘Every drop, you little slut…’