"What's on your brain?"
Mark looked up from the photo album on his lap, over which he'd been hunched all morning, rocking back and forth as he flipped the pages over and over.
"You know:"
"Aww."
Mark looked into Dick's green eyes, which were kaleidoscoped with flecks of brown and yellow, then to his stuck-out bottom lip and shrugged. He closed the photo album and set it on his desk, then reached out and stroked the bulge in Dick's khakis. "Really, you gotta let me measure it-"
Dick rolled his eyes and laughed. "Nah, it's better to keep you wondering-"
At which Mark unzipped him and took his flaccid cock - which was at least twice as long and thick as Mark's erect dick - fully into his mouth, instantly popping a boner as it began to swell against his tongue. Several hardening strokes and Mark stood up, disrobed, and lay across his twin bed, his head hanging off the side, his mouth agape. He vacuumed Dick's cock into his esophagus until his chin was covered in a beard of pubes.
Dick leaned over and took everything Mark had to offer in his mouth and continued pumping his hips. Until his perineum tightened. He stood up and with one last thrust, sent 7 or 8 silvery strings of cum into Mark, pulling out slowly and with a plop as Mark finished himself on his stomach. Dick lowered himself to his knees and rested his head on Mark's chest. After several minutes, Mark said, "What's on your brain?"
"You know:"
"It ain't mine. I double-wrap my shit when I'm with that bitch-"
"I know-"
"So what are you gonna do?"
Dick shook his head against Mark's chest. "I don't know. I guess it's not really my decision-"
Mark reached up and stroked Dick's brown bangs. "I've got an idea-"
"What?"
"Pump another gallon of cum in me and I'll tell you-"
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Dill the (Un)Thrill
Dill Doublepound's thick, over-painted lips slid off Mark's genitals, and the woman flipped over onto her elbows and knees, throwing 50 pounds of ass - one-fifth of her total weight - up into Mark's face. He slipped a finger through her shit-encrusted thong, pulled it back as far as he could, then let go, the smack-snap of the rubbery cotton against Dill's lone hemorrhoid forcing her to look over her shoulder with a forced grin. "Eat me," she said.
Mark pulled the thong off her huge buttocks, kneading the dimpled flesh with his knuckles. He leaned forward, his head between her legs, and looked up at the still-unshaven, gigantic bush that had almost choked him to death the first time he'd attempted to eat her pussy. "What the fuck?" he said.
"It burns too much when I shave it-"
"How about trimming it?"
"Grow up!"
Mark shook his head and jumped up, his little boner bouncing, his elbows and neck snapping all in one motion.
"Where are you going?"
"Rubbers-"
"Fucker-"
Mark stuck his head out the bedroom door. When he was sure Sarah still hadn't come home, he tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it. He looked around a bit until his eyes fell on the tub. He giggled. Then got on his knees, leaned over the tub, and dug out all the hair and whatever else was lodged in the drain, rolling it into a slick ball between thumb and forefinger. He grabbed the XSmall pack of condoms and tiptoed back to Dill, who was still elbowing and kneeing it on his New York Giants comforter, a cow ready to give birth. Or eat another day's worth of feed in an hour.
He got behind her and slapped her jiggly ass on both cheeks, at which she laughed and begged him to do it again. So he smacked her again, two hands at once, the red finger-welts rising almost immediately against the cracked alabaster that was her skin. Mark slipped on the first condom, then the second - a request of Dill's, so that she could feel him on the walls of her cavernous cooter as he fucked her good and hard for a minute or two.
Positioning his double-rubbered cock at Dill's vagina, he quickly slipped the ball of greasy hair at its tip and lunged in. To his pubes. Grinding and grinding until he was sure the hairball wouldn't dislodge as he pulled out and stuck his slippery dick into Dill's ass for a few pumps...then in her cunt...then in her ass...alternating every 10 or so strokes, just the way she liked it.
As he was about to cum, he pulled both condoms off, grabbed her long, black hair, and forced her face to his glans, two thick strands of cum pumping up into her over-sized, bovine nostrils. When she finished blowing her nose on her thong, she lay down next to him. "Whew! That was good," she said.
"Yeah-"
"But-"
"But what?"
"But I'm still mad you didn't eat me-"
Mark laughed. "You'll get eaten soon enough-"
Mark pulled the thong off her huge buttocks, kneading the dimpled flesh with his knuckles. He leaned forward, his head between her legs, and looked up at the still-unshaven, gigantic bush that had almost choked him to death the first time he'd attempted to eat her pussy. "What the fuck?" he said.
"It burns too much when I shave it-"
"How about trimming it?"
"Grow up!"
Mark shook his head and jumped up, his little boner bouncing, his elbows and neck snapping all in one motion.
"Where are you going?"
"Rubbers-"
"Fucker-"
Mark stuck his head out the bedroom door. When he was sure Sarah still hadn't come home, he tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it. He looked around a bit until his eyes fell on the tub. He giggled. Then got on his knees, leaned over the tub, and dug out all the hair and whatever else was lodged in the drain, rolling it into a slick ball between thumb and forefinger. He grabbed the XSmall pack of condoms and tiptoed back to Dill, who was still elbowing and kneeing it on his New York Giants comforter, a cow ready to give birth. Or eat another day's worth of feed in an hour.
He got behind her and slapped her jiggly ass on both cheeks, at which she laughed and begged him to do it again. So he smacked her again, two hands at once, the red finger-welts rising almost immediately against the cracked alabaster that was her skin. Mark slipped on the first condom, then the second - a request of Dill's, so that she could feel him on the walls of her cavernous cooter as he fucked her good and hard for a minute or two.
Positioning his double-rubbered cock at Dill's vagina, he quickly slipped the ball of greasy hair at its tip and lunged in. To his pubes. Grinding and grinding until he was sure the hairball wouldn't dislodge as he pulled out and stuck his slippery dick into Dill's ass for a few pumps...then in her cunt...then in her ass...alternating every 10 or so strokes, just the way she liked it.
As he was about to cum, he pulled both condoms off, grabbed her long, black hair, and forced her face to his glans, two thick strands of cum pumping up into her over-sized, bovine nostrils. When she finished blowing her nose on her thong, she lay down next to him. "Whew! That was good," she said.
"Yeah-"
"But-"
"But what?"
"But I'm still mad you didn't eat me-"
Mark laughed. "You'll get eaten soon enough-"
Monday, July 13, 2009
Return
She walked in silently, her skirt's hem tight around her knees, her bag over her shoulder and jingling down her back. She didn't raise her head until she was behind her desk, at which point she found herself bagged eye to eye with Mark. He put her arms around her and squeezed, his grip tightening as she squeezed back. "I'm glad you're back," he whispered into the brown silk that was her hair.
"Me too."
Mark returned to his seat without looking at any of the other students. As Professor Eden turned to the blackboard and began to write the title of their latest book for study and analysis in grimy, yellow chalk - Department Head Schiztomeur's latest foray into the wild world of urban young adult publishing, Niggaz and Wiggaz - the slender, manicured fingers of Dick Cox flipped a small square of folded paper under Mark's nose and onto his desk without a sound. Mark quickly opened it:
To which he scribbled and tossed back:
Mark didn't have time to gauge Dick's reaction, as the chubby, clit-calloused fingers of the neighbor to his right, Dill Doublepound, were dropping him a second note:
And right back at her fat, smelly ass, which she probably hadn't washed since he last came in it:
Mark didn't have time to gauge Dill's reaction, as Bette had turned from the blackboard and was looking right into his eyes. "Does anyone have any questions?" she asked the class.
Without raising his hand, Mark spoke: "Yeah. Um, no offense, but are we going to read anything but Dr. Schiztomeur's young adult novels in this class?"
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The rest of the class rose and filed out the door. But Mark stayed behind, his eyes fixed on Bette. As she put the last of her papers in her bag and slung it back over her shoulder, her eyes fell on Mark without a start. She smiled. Then sighed, blowing her bangs up to the top of her head, where they balanced for a couple seconds before falling back just above her eyes.
"Want to get some coffee?" said Mark.
"Yes. Please."
"I'll go upstairs and get our favorite out of the machine and meet you in the Commons in about fifteen?"
"Excellent, Mark." She bit her bottom lip and briefly closed her eyes. "That'd be great."
Mark popped his bag onto his shoulders and escorted Bette into the hallway, his hand brushing hers as he turned towards the stairs - and saw Dick and Dill inches from one another, her arm tugging at his sleeve as they both giggled like schoolgirls discussing their first periods. He swallowed so hard he couldn't feel it and walked past the two without looking at them or hearing a word they said, confident that neither saw the 4-inch hard-on poking at his zipper.
"Me too."
Mark returned to his seat without looking at any of the other students. As Professor Eden turned to the blackboard and began to write the title of their latest book for study and analysis in grimy, yellow chalk - Department Head Schiztomeur's latest foray into the wild world of urban young adult publishing, Niggaz and Wiggaz - the slender, manicured fingers of Dick Cox flipped a small square of folded paper under Mark's nose and onto his desk without a sound. Mark quickly opened it:
To which he scribbled and tossed back:
Mark didn't have time to gauge Dick's reaction, as the chubby, clit-calloused fingers of the neighbor to his right, Dill Doublepound, were dropping him a second note:
And right back at her fat, smelly ass, which she probably hadn't washed since he last came in it:
Mark didn't have time to gauge Dill's reaction, as Bette had turned from the blackboard and was looking right into his eyes. "Does anyone have any questions?" she asked the class.
Without raising his hand, Mark spoke: "Yeah. Um, no offense, but are we going to read anything but Dr. Schiztomeur's young adult novels in this class?"
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The rest of the class rose and filed out the door. But Mark stayed behind, his eyes fixed on Bette. As she put the last of her papers in her bag and slung it back over her shoulder, her eyes fell on Mark without a start. She smiled. Then sighed, blowing her bangs up to the top of her head, where they balanced for a couple seconds before falling back just above her eyes.
"Want to get some coffee?" said Mark.
"Yes. Please."
"I'll go upstairs and get our favorite out of the machine and meet you in the Commons in about fifteen?"
"Excellent, Mark." She bit her bottom lip and briefly closed her eyes. "That'd be great."
Mark popped his bag onto his shoulders and escorted Bette into the hallway, his hand brushing hers as he turned towards the stairs - and saw Dick and Dill inches from one another, her arm tugging at his sleeve as they both giggled like schoolgirls discussing their first periods. He swallowed so hard he couldn't feel it and walked past the two without looking at them or hearing a word they said, confident that neither saw the 4-inch hard-on poking at his zipper.
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