Fucks

I had just woken up when I tried to phone my dad. It was a usual occurrence for me to phone him which had somewhat become a tradition. Each day I would call him around 8: 45 am. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. I begin to bite my fingernails with anticipation. The phone rings one last time.
I heard my dad speak on the other end, “This is the office of Tom Bassy, today is September 11, and I should be in the office all day. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.”
“Hey dad, I assume you went to the bathroom so I’ll try you later, bye.”
I walk downstairs to see my mom cooking up some eggs. I turned on the television to watch something while I wait for the food to be ready. Flipping through channels, I eventually come upon the news. The commercial break ends and I stare at the TV in horror. Dropping the remote to the hard ground, my jaw hangs open in shock and confusion. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My mom calls for me about breakfast, but I was cemented in place. Tears begin to swell up in my eyes as my mom walks over to see the television. We were unable to comprehend the news that appeared before us. Hannah Montana tickets were sold out.

US Navy vs Canada

This is the transcript of the ACTUAL radio
conversation of a U.S. naval ship with the Canadian
authorities off the coast of Newfoundland October
1995. Radio conversation released by the Chief of
Naval Operations10-10-95.

Canadians:
Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South
to avoid a collision.

Americans:
Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the
North.

Canadians:
Negative. You will have to divert your course 15
degrees to the South to avoid a collision.

Americans:
This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again,
divert YOUR course.

Canadians:
No. I say again, you divert YOUR course.

Americans:
THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN. THE
SECOND LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES ATLANTIC
FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE
CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT
YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH, I SAY
AGAIN,THAT’S ONE FIVE DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER
MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF
THIS SHIP.

Canadians:
We are a lighthouse, your call.

Guys, I’m fucking sick of this. I’m almost 20 and haven’t been able to score a better job than a fucking cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that’ll hire high school graduates. I’d get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I’ve failed every damn test I’ve ever taken. I’m socially awkward, even my only other co-worker fucking hates my guts.

I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she’s athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it’s like; I’ve been friend zoned real hard. She’s my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I’m pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he’s the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all fucking worse is that I live in a fucking pineapple under the sea.

Who discovered the existence of the dead? Everyone knows the name of Antonia Simone, but the exact circumstances of her discovery are wildly varied. In 1992, her younger brother Ricardo, was injured in a martial arts accident that left him completely paralyzed. He needed a respirator to live and could only communicate through eyeblinks. She was a computer scientist at the Xerox Palo Alto Research Center and decided to create a computer terminal sensitive to the slightest energy source. She was a student of Kirlian photography and strongly believed the body’s electromagnetic fields could affect sensitive electronic equipment. She created a terminal that could not be affected by traditional means – no keyboard, mouse or other input devices. A veritable black box.
Ms. Simone was devoted to her brother and tried for years to make a computer terminal that would allow her brother to communicate naturally. Distraught over the failure of her terminal, which she thought would free thousands of similarly afflicted people, she killed herself by hanging. When paramedics found her body days later, there on a computer screen was the message: “What took you guys so long? I’ve got the most important news.”

You’ve been dating your girlfriend almost two years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.
Every night you drive the deserted rural roads back home from a pleasant evening at her house you become overwhelmed by fears that you will arrive home to find your family dead in their beds. Each night you peek into your sister’s room and see she’s fine and hear the reassuring rumble of your father’s snore as you pass your parents door.
You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally one morning you decide to tell your mother about your late night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says, “Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost two years ago.”
You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead

“Those used to be green!” the man said aloud, staring at the plants on the sill.
“I swear! They were green just yesterday!” he shouted to his wife, who was reading a book across the room.
He looked around. His eyes were unable to focus clearly for a moment, so he rubbed them. Looking around, he shouted again, “The walls! They used to be blue! We painted them blue just last month! Why aren’t they blue?” He was unable to control himself anymore. His wife looked over at him, surprised to see him in such a fervent uproar.
“Honey! Relax! You’ve just had a long day!” she affirmed. He wouldn’t have any of it though. “Don’t tell me what I’ve had or haven’t had!” he commanded as he stormed out of the room.
Figuring her husband had possibly been drinking, the woman tried to continue reading her book. But her concentration was continually broken by the yells of her husband.
“This used to be orange!” she could hear him yell in the other room. “These used to be brown!” he yelled again. Several minutes passed, but finally he was silent. Content that her husband had calmed down, the woman continued reading.
However, moments later a loud crash could be heard in the kitchen. The woman sprang from her chair in surprise, and darted over to the kitchen to see what was the matter. As she entered the room, she let out an incredible scream. There lay her husband on the floor, drenched in blood, with his abdomen slit wide open. Holding his own bowels in his hands, he uttered one last breath, “…these used to be red!…”

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing to left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.

Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.

Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his nonfunctional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispered “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.

A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but something was strange about them. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since, and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her.

Almost every picture was accounted for, save for one picture in each roll of film. These pictures were of her, asleep in her tent in the middle of the night.

Yesterday, a friend of mine called me. It was a John, an old buddy from high school. I hadn’t spoken with him for years, and we started to reminisce about all the crap we pulled in high school. A few days later I decided to call him back, and see if we could get together, maybe go fishing or something.

We talked on the phone for a while, and I said to him “Hey, maybe we should get together sometime.” He first said that that was a bad idea, but then he agreed. I asked him for address, copied it down, and told him I’d see him in the morning.

The next morning I arrived at the place he said he lived at. There was nothing but rubble there. It looked like there had been a fire there years ago, but nothing got cleaned up, and the plants never regrew. In the middle of the rubble, I found a old rotary style telephone on the floor, not connected to anything. Hurriedly, I pulled out my cellphone and called his number.

The telephone on the floor rang.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

I dropped my cellphone in shock, and knelt to grab the rotary telephone. A voice, drenched in distortion and hiss, said:

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

Well… I grew up in Indiana… my cousin grew up in Colorado. We are the same age. When we would visit my grandparents, we would do so at the same time. They lived in the middle of bumfuck Kansas. I was 19… she was 19… we would make any excuse possible to leave the house.

I would pack a shitton of weed in my bag on the drive out and she would swipe the booze from her parent’s house.

Well… one night when we were getting buzzed and drunk in an abandoned barn that we went to to smoke/drink, I happened to comment on how attractive she was.

She was fucking beyond gone. I will never forget she kinda gave me a coy smile and then stripped down to her gstring. We then looked at each other and masterbated… she let me fucking bust on her stomach. That was the first time… there were more.

I didn’t have the balls to make the first move after that. The next day, I started a nice grav-bong and took a massive hit. After my cousin took a few hits, I polished off almost a gram. I was way up in the motherfucking stratosphere.

So… I passed out. She again stripped down to her g-string (perfect ass btw) and jerked me off through my shorts until I work up. I kinda froze there… I didn’t say yes… I didn’t say no… but the taboo of it made me shoot a massive wad in my shorts. She kinda looked at me and then laid back on a haybale… and hinted I do the same to her…

So… I slid my hand over my cousin’s see-through white g-string… until she came.

It would continue.

So…anyway. I got off.. .she got off. After she came she kinda passed out from the orgasm/weed/booze. It was only 2 p.m. and we didn’t have to be back at my grandparent’s until 9 for dinner. I took the time to strip out of my sodden boxers, pray to God for forgivenss as to what the fuck I was doing, and then pack another boll into the grav-bong.

So… I take another toke. Mind you I know have about a gram of weed in me. More THC that Christ would fathom.

Well… my cousin came back to and wanted a hit. We took hits from the grav and talked about our relationships back home. I wasn’t single… but I was in a rocky patch with my gf at the time. She had a steady bf… but was bored as fuck in Kansas.

She got dirty when discribing some of the things she had done. She has, to this day, been the only person I have ever known to fuck on a moving ski lift.

So… again. Recap: Me… in a pair of gym shorts… high as fuck.

Her… white g-string high and drunk as fuck.

In our conversation, I remember taking a huge toke and blowing some smoke in her face for her to take in. I left it slip that I have a blowjob fetish… I love getting my dicked sucked. Would almost rather get sucked that fuck.

She gets this fucking scary smile on her face. Like… demonic cat.

Now, mind you, this barn is old. The doors don’t close all the way and we pull whatever car we are driving into it. She grabs her piece, the bag of chronic, and climbs up to the loft. We had dragged a table, a few chairs, a cot, and as many random pillows we could find in bumfuck Kansas into there over the years.

Well… I’m sitting there, watching her climb a ladder in only a g-string. That shit is still in my spank bank. She calls me up… I follow.

When we get to the top, she’s taking another hit off of her piece. She kinda shakes her head, like she’s getting rid of the last piece of thought saying for her NOT to fuck her kin.

Well, I climb up with a massive erection, (6 inches… nothing special) and she pushes me down onto the pillows.

She then says, I will never forget this, “I’d rather suck cock than do anything else right now.”

She then got on her knees and sucked me off. Now… my cousin was a fucking pro at this. The only reason I didn’t cum right away was because she had jacked me off ten minutes previous. She was doing everything… the double fisted pump, deep throat, eye contact, shaking the head back and forth… everything.

I told her when I was close… and she smiled… gave me the option of the face, the ass, or swallow.

I chose the latter of the three.

And it continued.

So I bust a massive load down my cousin’s throat. She sucks it up and swallows it down, even doing the whole cliche mouth wipe after I finish.

She then lays down next to me and asks me to return the favor. I pull off her g-string, still kinda hesitant, but she just fucking blew me. i can’t say no… and I have another two weeks of being in bumfuck Kansas.

Now… my cousin and I had spent a week in bumfuck Kansas already and I’m sure that last thing either of us had thought would occur would be some fucking. She had a little bit of a non-maicured bush… but I didn’t mind. I got comfortable and started eating my cousin out.

This may sound stupid, but I love eating a woman out. All the power in the world on the tip of my tongue. But my cousin… she had this really sweet pussy… sweet to the point of almost not liking it.

She had this nice little litany of moans and expressions, and when she got close to cumming, she full-on pumped her cunt into my face. For the last minute, she pushed me to the ground and road my face until she full on SQUIRTED for her second orgasm.

More details to follow.

So now we had reached a major fork in the path. Yes she had sucked my cock. Yes I had eaten her pussy… but we hadn’t fucked.

My cousin is a multiple squirter. Just TYPING that still makes me fucking hard. Anyway, she bends over the table, spreads her ass and pussy cheeks and tells me to slide in… now.

While I was so fucking tempted… and I wanted to so fucking bad… I didn’t. I didn’t have any condoms and i don’t know if my cousin is on the pill.

She starts to get a bit angry… telling me that she really, really wants to fuck. I voice to her my want to do so, but we don’t have any condoms. She swears to me that she is on BC, and I tell her that if she shows me the pills, I’d be more than willing to fuck. But, right now, I wouldn’t do it do to lack of condoms.

She tells me, “Fuck it, stick it in my ass…. just go slow… I havn’t done it in a month.” My jaw drops to the fucking floor. She wasn’t kidding.

Without the lube, I managed to convince her to blow me again for a few minutes to lube my dick up. I had done anal before and enjoyed it. She bent back over the table and helped me ease my cock it. I could feel her pussy spasm even being in her ass.

I didn’t last long. In fact, I may have been a three minute man that first time. I busted… and I busted really fucking hard. I had pulled the tip of my prick out of her ass and shot over her lower back.

So I’m now looking at my cousin covered in my fucking cum. It’s four, and we have time before dinner. I suggest we get dressed, we drive back to the house, she get her BC, show me, and I can go get some condoms. She agrees.

The ride back to the house was just like the one out. Nothing had seemed to change… we had the same personal/social dynamic. We get back to the house and I jumped in the shower really quick to wash off my cock… as it had been balls deep in an asshole a half hour previous.

It was about 5 when we left again and, sure enough, my cousin was on the pill… Orthotricyciclone (Chemfag). I was in a fit of utter joy. The nearest pharmacy was in town 45 minutes away, and my cousin was still fucking buzzed.

She demanded I put on the cruise contol. I did. She demanded I pull down my shorts. I did. She gave me her evil cat grin again and reminded me that she understood I had an oral fetish. I nodded. I then got roadhead from my cousin. I blew my fourth load of the day right after we pulled into the parking lot.

I asked if she had any condom preferences. She didn’t… and I always go for the Extra Sensitive Durex. I picked up a thing of lube and an “Adjustable vibrating cockring” and was judged by the older lady as I made my purchase… this being in the Bible belt and I being unmarried in the middle of nowhere.

We didn’t have time to really get back to our barn and enjoy ourselves. We did, however, have a ton of backroads, fields, and a Lincoln Continental to take advantage of. I find one of the backass country roads and we push up the front seats to give us a massive backseat to fuck around in.

I’m running short on cum. The roadhead only was a triple shot and I normally cum buckets. I didn’t give a fuck. I’m thinking the positives… I’ve cum a ton, I am going to strap on a condom, I’m going to be able to last forever… even being balls deep in my cousin.

She’s naked in a flash… and she helpfully puts on the first condom with her mouth. She is, really, a whore and I was reaping all of the benefits. I remember her telling me she loved being on top… and she mounted me, face to face, and bucked her hips. After about ten minutes, I remember thumbing her clit as she got close. She came, spraying the back of the car, and about sqeezed herself off of my cock she was so tight.

We move around so she’s bent over on the back bench, I have one knee on the bench with one foot on the floor and I start railing her from behind. She’s really into it… pulling her ass apart with her right hand and plaing with her clit/my balls with her left.

I still am no where near close to cumming. The condom and the previous activity have me feeling like goddamn Peter North. She cums a second time and I somehow manage to get her to lay on the ground, stick her ass up, and let me piledrive her in the back of the car. Still… I don’t get off.

She comes twice now from the deep penetration from above. I pull my dick out for just a second… think about pull the condom off, and decided against it. Now, my cousin is panting… and telling me I need to finish up. She’s getting sore. She asks if there is anything she can do… and I joke she needs to call a friend. Without skipping a beat, she calls a female fuck buddy of hers on the phone. Now… I find out not only is my cousin a whore, but she is a bisexual whore. She starts moaning into the phone as her friend begins playing with herself. I hear both of them fucking moaning… my cousin and her friend agreeing to a threeway with me…

I take off the condom.

So now we move so I’m fucking her doggy again, she’s on the phone with her friend, she’s moaning, and she’s got the vibe cock ring on her clit. Five minutes later, I feel, to this day, the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. It was a dry ejaculation, only one shot on the outside of her pussy, but I doubled over I came so hard.

After we came, we sat on the back bench and her fuck buddy agreed to come down if I would let her smoke and take a gram with her. That was the fastest and easiest decision of my life.

Do you need to hear about the threeway?

Fast forward a week and as many fucking quickies, blowjobs, fingerbangs, and just long, detailed fucks later.

Her friend worked in Colorado Spings and drove out for the weekend. I offered to pay for her hotel room, she declined, and I offered to split it. That she agreed upon.

It was a shitty Motel 6 in the middle of nowhere. The good news, however, was that it had a bed. My cousin was nice on the hour long drive to the hotel, getting me off again with some roadhead so I could last a little longer.

Now my cousin was hot. Volleyball player/pole vaulter. Her fuckbuddy was the “closet freak” sexy smart athletic girl. Cousin was blonde, friend was brunette. I was in candyland.

So we roll up and I check with the desk, asking nicely if we were off in the corner by ourselves. This being the middle of BFE, there was only one other room occupied at the other end of the motel. The girls go and open up the room. I bring my duffel with my weed and bong in a few minutes later.

More to follow.

Her friend is the type of girl I hit it off with RIGHT off the bat. She’s funny, smart as hell, intelligent, and a closet freak and stoner. I would DATE this girl if I lived in Colorado.

Anyway, I had a couple grams left… and if my memory serves me correct, I gave the friend a gram of skunk shit that my buddy/dealer threw in after I spent a fuckton on everything else for my trip. I broke out orange kush and we got nice and fucked up on my vape. Combine that with two handles of Jack and Captain Morgan… shit got going.

Now, i had never done a 3way before. I was honestly, scared to shit. But my cousin new this (as I had told her) and she said she would take care of me. Her friend was chill and was cool with me… but my cousin wanted to prep the landing strip perse. After a good hour of getting fucked up, my cousin started making out with her friend, “Ann”. My cousin started this long, slow strip of her, getting her down to a bra and boyshorts before Ann started peeling off my cousin’s button down, jean shorts, and customary g-string. I actually pulled up a chair from the corner to the edge of the bed, sat down, and started living my in-person porno.

More to come.

So I’m sitting in an office chair, taking hit after hit as my cousin and Ann start to make out… hardcore groping, light moans… etc.. My cousin makes the first move, pushing Ann down, pulling off the boyshorts, and sliding a couple fingers into her pussy. Ann starts to lose it, bites her lower lip, and reaches for my cousin to push the g-string aside and finger he as well. Both girls are on their knees, moaning, fingering each other as I am pitching the fucking Eiffle Tower of all tents at the side of the bed.

Ann starts to get a bit more agressive and pushes my cousin down onto her side. Ann, for the love of Christ, starts tribbing my sister. For those of you who don’t know what tribbing is, it is the rubbing of the pussies together. While this seems awesome, it is because it fucking is.

I’m getting higher than a fucking kite and it is taking every fucking bit of will power and strength to not begin jacking off like a wild fucking monkey. After a few minutes of moaning and pussy rubbing, my cousin sits up, picks up Ann’s ass, and swings it to her mouth. My cousin lays back, stats to suck Ann’s clit and Ann returns the favor. I’m watching a bisexual 69. Only then did I begin fapping.

More to come.

**** Sorry… not sister. Cousin. I was reading some of the 12 y/o stories as I was typing.

I have my dick in hand I’m going at it, making myself slow the fuck down. Lord knows I don’t want to blow it in my hand. My cousin cums… then Ann. Then my cousin again… the bedspread is soaked and both are in post-orgasmic bliss. Ann gets up and I remember passing her the vape. She takes a hit and then she rolled a fucking perfect blunt in a split second. My cousin pulled the bedspread off and Ann had lit and hit the blunt before passing it to me. Ann and my cousin kinda shot me a look, then each other a look. The giggled and Ann said something to the effect of “Your turn.” I don’t remember much of the dialog.

So… I’m about to get up from my chair when Ann pushes me back down. She knelt down in front of me and my cousin to her left. Without a word, Ann took the head of my prick, my cousin the shaft.

The double blowjob… I really can’t describe it. You have to do it before you die.

They took turns on my prick, on my balls… but what got me to cum… Ann and my cousin took one side of my shaft each, made me pump between the lips and tongued my cock until I was about to blow. The MADE me stand up and blow across both of their faces.

I remember flopping down on the bed before my cousin told me to look. Ann licked my cum off my cousin… and vice versa. That got me hard in about two seconds.

More to come.

So… I’m up again… and now you have to understand some math that I did not. I have one stick and one tongue for SIX FUCKING HOLES. I have no idea what the fuck I’m about to do.

Ann and my cousin crawl onto the bed and we begin an intense make out session in between hits of the vape and the blunt. I remember kissing Ann, blowing smoke into her, her blowing that smoke into my cousin, and then my cousin giving it back to me. It was a MINDFUCK thirdhand high. And it was awesome.

So, I’m up again, like I said. Ann’s getting anxious as she’s been jerking me off lightly the entire time we’re smoking out. My cousin shoots me a look and I, clueless, let her take the lead again. She lays back on the pillows and gives Ann a “come-hither” finger. Ann obliges and crawls over to my cousin, going down on her again. As we’ve begun fucking the entire time, my cousin went and shaved into a tiny landing strip. Ann is waxed… and has one of those awesome tanned hearts right above her clit. Ann also has a little tramp stamp that I notice for the first time as I get behind her. I have a fresh box of Durex and I strap on one as I hear my cousin start to moan under Ann’s tongue. I didn’t waste a second as i slid into Ann. She moans. My cousin moans. I fucking moaned.

The vision of what was going on made me almost cum in a second. I’m looking at my cock sliding in and out of a tight ass and pink pussy… seeing a brunette’s head bob between the legs of my cousin….

Holy fuck… I’m hard a fuck remembering this shit.

More to come.

Within five seconds of being in a pussy, I start to think about baseball. I shit you not, I was playing a fake game of baseball in my head… Reds vs. Dodgers, at Cincinnatti. Aaron Harang vs. Brad Penny. I needed every mental edge possible to last as long as I can.

I slow down. Ann takes her mouth out of my cousin’s pussy and wimpers a bit before she starts backing onto my cock. My cousin reaches up, grabs Ann’s hair, and pulls her back down to her pussy. She’s moaning, Ann’s moaning…. I’m thinking top of the 4th, two out…

Well, my cousin cums again and is antsy for something other than tongue. Ann hasn’t gotten off yet and I’m in lala land. My cousin slaps me lightly, I come back to BFE Kansas and pull out of Ann. I lay down on the bed and the girls switch spots. Ann stand and then squats on my face, asshole towards me as my cousin squats down on my cock facing Ann. Within moments, my face is full of dripping wet pussy… and Ann’s tasted just like mangos. I shit you not. Mangos.

I’m gasping for air when I can get it, and I’m glad my shit is strapped. My cousin is slowly (thank god) pumping up and down me while kissing Ann. Ann is playing with her clit as I am eating her pussy and asshole. Ann is also giving my cousin some help with her free hand on her clit.

More to come.

I shall venture on /b/rother.

My cousin is really into it, as usual. After she’s cum once, it doesn’t take much for her to get off. Within a few minutes of her getting on top of me, I feel her cumming. The worst part, she starts to cum when she’s on the absolute tip of my prick. Her pussy spasms and she pulls the condom all the way off of my dick as she flops down to the side. A few moments later, Ann cums on my face… and I feel her pussy and asshole twitch on my nose and tongue. If she had squirt, I probably would have drowned. I’m not kidding.

So… the brief respit of the two girls cumming gave my dick a chance to regroup and last a bit longer. I go and fetch another condom and put it on. While my back was turned, my cousin and Ann had to have said something. After I squeezed the air out of the condom tip and taken another hit from the blunt, both Ann and my cousin were doggy on the side of the bed, both hands spreading their pussies for me to see.

My knees buckled… and I almost had a hands-free orgasm. They are real… and I almost achieved nirvana.

Ann was saying some really dirty shit… “Fuck me like a whore… fuck me while I fist your cousin… etc.” My cousin was being a bit of a prick. “C’mon… you can’t satisfy both of us… you aren’t good enough… blahblahbalh.”

For some reason, I chose to start fucking Ann again… and I knew i wouldn’t last long. My cousin stayed doggy and was watching us fuck… the entire time playing with her clit. For some reason, my right hand found her asshole… and I begin to thumb it as I was POUNDING Ann as hard as I could to feel as MUCH as I could through that fucking condom.

I feel my balls about to tighten… luckily it is right after Ann cums slightly… not a HUGE one… just a small spasm. I pull out, pretending that I have to pull the condom down to the base. Ann makes good on her promise and finds my cousin’s pussy. She gets a good four fingers into her cunt and starts to fist-fuck my cousin. Her eyes are bugging out of her skull… her moans turn into fucking screams. She cums hard again, spraying Ann like a goddamn sprinkler.

I realize that the next hole I choose to fuck will be the last one for this round. As my cousin lay twitching from another orgasm, I remembered dialing up my porn memory and asking the girls if they would give my dick a “cunt sandwich” were my exact words.

Now these girls had cum enough and were fucked up enough that I could have asked them to broadcast this shit to the pope and they would have said yes. I found one last dry patch on the bed, lied down and let Ann and my cousin get on either side of me. They then began tribbing again with my dick in the middle.

Now, this may not sound good… but the feel of two pussies sliding up and down the side of my prick… I can’t describe how it really felt. Within a minute, I began to cum. Two shots went up before Ann got down to the tip of my prick and swallowed the last four or five shots. She told me that “The kush made my cum taste like cotton candy.”  Then something happend that would chnage my life , my mother bursts into the room looks at me and said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’