Instant erotic fiction about a board member currently posting...

[modest mouse]

Take only a few minutes and put together a post. You can do it, I gots da faith in ya.

I'll go first:

KillerMuffin


He caught a glimpse of her thigh and hip in the mirror as he shaved before running off to work. Muffin was taking her usual piping hot morning shower and she knew how difficult it was for him to shave with his hard cock brushing agaisnt the edge of the sink.

"Ahhhh", she cried. Overemphasizing the thrill of Herbal Essence shampoo.

Mouse pondered how long he could keep his 9am meeting waiting. how long did he have to use his lover as the slut she truly was. He was going to have to find out.

The door swung open without a sound and he watched Muffin caress her stomach and tits with lotiony soap he hated, except on her. Stepping inside, his towel an afterthought, his hands found her hips and she cocked her head to suddenly find herself in a deep kiss. * Tongues dancing like drunken gay sailors in port for a weekend of frivolity.

His cock rested agaisnt her hip, his gyrations sending spasms of pleasurable friction into the hormone centers of each of these crazed animals. Mouse's fingers finally finding her nipples and twisting with a force that shocked her and soaked her cunt. her juices ran onto his fingers as her clit grew to epic proportions. A Pyramid of nerves willing to suffer for her pleasure.

Muffin bent over, taking a step in front of him and presenting her ass and cunt for his approval. His eyes rested on the tight circle above her engorged labia.

His knees struck the shower floor with force as he began lapping at her delicious asshole, Fingers in her cunt, moving her lube up and sliding a finger alongside his tongue to penetrate her darkest spot. She clamped down tight but he pushed harder, with ravishing thoughts and little tenderness.

She yielded, as before. His tongue flciking around in circles. Caressing the Muffin posterior to deceive her from the ass reaming she was about to receive. Standing up he steadied himself and took in a deep breath.

"Ouch, you sonuvabitch!"

His cock slid in painfully as she was not quite ready for his girth. The pain brought tense pleasure to her body and her hands now tweaked and pulled her tits like dough. With abandon she fingered her cunt as he pumped her with more force and speed from behind.

Mouse's hands dug into her hips. Her flesh opening up witha small cut as his fingernails pulled her ass closer to his balls. This ass had brought him so much ecstacy he could hardly fathom why it had taken two months before she went anal with him.

Now he lost all his thoughts and slapped her ass to let her know he was on the highway to spurting his love load into her sphincter.

"Give it to me, baby. That tight ass is gonna feel my slash.

His nuts grew tight and his cock shot into her one last time as a gasp signaled his release. Cum oozed from her ass as he stepped out of the shower, threw on his clothes and sped off to his meeting.

Noone bought his excuse as to why only the left side of his face was clean shaven.

Muffin fucked herself with a dildo most of the morning before meeting her boy toy for lunch and an afternoon delight.



* indicates phone call interruption and thus loss of flow.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Draaah threw her wine glass across the room and felt the satisfaction of having it shatter into a million pieces. That bastard! Her Mouse was fucking that fucking cunt, Muffin, right that moment. Oh, he tried to sound innocent on the phone, but she wasn't deaf. She could her that obscene pussy slurping on her Mouse's dick.

She stabbed a number into the phone.

"Hello?" She'd woke him up. She didn't care.

"PC, that bastard is fucking that cunt!"

"Who? What?"

"Mouse if fucking Muffin."

"Well, then it's not the cunt. She likes it up the ass."

"You're no fucking help."

"It's two in the morning, Draaah. Either go fuck with 'em or fuck by yourself. I'm going to bed."

"Cock licker."

"That's Marxist."

Draaah slammed the phone down. The more she thought about it the better she liked it. She grabbed her keys and raced through the door.

Using her key, she slipped into Mouse's house without letting the two love birds know what was going on. She could hear that bitch moaning in the bedroom. Bitch. Stalking through the hallways she found Muffin on the bed by herself.

"What are you doing here?"

Muff jumped and almost fell off the bed. "Draaah!"

"Don't Draaah! me! Mouse is mine!"

"He was yours last week. He's mine this week, remember?"

"It's not next Tuesday yet!"

"Yes it is. I've got finals this week, remember? It's my turn for stress relief."

Draaah slumped against the wall. "Where is he, anyway?"

"Meeting."

"Why aren't you using the vibe?"

"I prefer fingers." Muff suited action to words and sank her fingers in her pussy. Draaah had never seen that in real life before. It looked kind of interesting.

She licked her lips and wondered where the fuck Mouse was.

"He's supposed to be here for lunch." Muffin grunted and shoved her hips upward, apparently cumming. "Muff burger."

 

[TN_Vixen]

yay!! bravo!!

 

[unclej]

we're not worthy....we're not worthy

 

[alexandraaah]

It was awkward to watch Muff have an orgasm; it felt naughty, like doing cartwheels at a Promisekeeper's convention. I continued to stare intently as the MuffBurger convulsed around her wicked fingers.

*sigh*

"What the fuck are you looking at Draaah?" MuffBurger snapped coldly.

"Oh, fuck it, MuffBurger, anyways, I brought my own fine piece of ass, figuring you'd be too chickenshit to really get lezzy on my ass." I stated, rather meekly.

MuffBurger perked up, fingers now idle, though still inside her, "Oh?"

I was sick of words, the whole scenario had me equally hot and frustrated. I urged her to follow me with a lift of my eyebrow and I silently swayed out of the room.

I made my way to the kitchen where Marxist sat, sipping coffee and reading an Archie comic book, a healthy stack next to him. He was wearing an ascot and a long robe, it was weird. Upon seeing me enter, his eyes shifted a little and he went back to reading Jughead's tale of woe. Without looking up, he asked, "Did ya get the goods?"

I offered the empty doorway behind me, from which the MuffBurger appeared, naked save a very small T-shirt she had apparently lifted from the mouse.

Again, without looking up, Marxist said, "Hey MuffBurger, what gives?"

Just then, the front door slams shut and Mouse comes barreling into the kitchen, obviously pleased with himself.

The four of us in the kitchen, Marxist in the comic book, draaah leaning against the counter, MuffBurger in the doorway and Mouse now at the table with Marxist. It was like a scene out of a Lynch movie.

Mouse quickly scurried under the table and buried himself under Marxist's robe; furious slurping was heard and Muff and I shot each other a concerned look. We remember the outcome of the last time this happened.

Marxist, still reading the comic book, only this story was about Mr. Weatherbee, quietly said, "You know how I like it, bitch, up the ass or the deal's off."

Then, we had an orgy.

The end.

 

[TN_Vixen]

The end?

THE end?

Marxists' end, maybe.. but the story's just beginning!

 

[alexandraaah]

The end?

THE end?

Marxists' end, maybe.. but the story's just beginning!

Perhaps there will be another installment if parties show interest.

 

[Rubyfruit]

Very entertaining.

 

[lilminx]

Yeah, I like the idea of Mouse sucking Marxist's cock.

 

[miles]

Mouse quickly scurried under the table and buried himself under Marxist's robe; furious slurping was heard and Muff and I shot each other a concerned look. We remember the outcome of the last time this happened.

LMAO!

 

[Rubyfruit]

Yeah, I like the idea of Mouse sucking Marxist's cock.

Who doesn't?

Ummhmm, yes.

 

[explain]

More, More! Bravo, Bravo!
(and the crowd cheers)

 

[TN_Vixen]

All the sudden, there was a knock on the door. When Muffy answered, lo and behold, there were two FBI agents there to arrest everyone in the house on Redwave's order.

Muffy and Draaah saw only one way out. They both dropped to their knees and began sucking off the Feebies.

 

[Purple Haze]

"Who gets the large pepperoni with a side of breadsticks?"

 

[miles]

Meanwhile, redwave is hiding in the bushes, peeping through the kitchen window while furiously pulling his pud. Right before shooting his eighth load of the day he yells at the top of his lungs,
"Workers of the World Unite."

 

[alexandraaah]

Reggie!

 

[Problem Child]

The 9:45 freight shook the windowpanes in the small, dilapidated single-wide white-trash mansion as it rumbled past, only thirty feet from the back door.

Lavender sat goggle-eyed and slump-backed as the latest fistfight broke out on the Springer show. Her hair was greasy and limp and there were bags the size of ripe prunes under her eyes. The pink ruffled maternity dress she wore displayed several interesting looking beer stains as it stretched across her fertile, rotund belly.

“Fucker!” she bellowed over her shoulder. “Clitfucker, git me another damn Pabst and bring me some a yore Marlboros. Ah’m out, goddammit!”

In the kitchen, Clitfucker slurped on his Cheerios and sipped his beer. He didn’t answer. He looked for all the world like a whipped pup. “Muthafuckin’ Literotica, anyway,” he muttered under his breath. “If I hadn’t found that damn place I wouldn't be stuck with this battleaxe.”

“Yes, Dear. Coming right up my Darling!” he called out in a sarcastic-sweet voice.

“Well, you goddamn well better hurry it up, bitch!” Lavender barked back at him. “You know you don’t wanna go and piss me off again today boy!”

“Muthafucka!” exclaimed Clitfucker under his breath, and slammed his spoon down into the bowl, sending it toppling off the table and crashing down onto the filthy trailer floor.

“Fucker!? Fucker, I heard somethin’ spill. You better clean that up or Ah’m a-gonna whip your ass boy! You hear me boy?”

Clitfucker didn’t answer. He was a beaten Clitfucker. It had started so well for the two lovebirds. They had met and Lit and fallen hopelessly in love and Lavy had moved to Tennessee to be with her Clitfucker. But poor Clitfucker had made some bad investments in plastic re-usable toilet paper, and blown the rest of their savings on dope and a new intake manifold for his ’74 Monte Carlo. Lavender was forced to drop out of law school when Clitfucker burned down their first trailer while he was playing with bottle rockets in the living room. Alcohol was invoved.

“Baby, why you always on me?” Clitfucker pleaded. “Remember how good it used to be in the beginning? Remember when we used to cruise the high school parkin’ lot and burn brodies in my car? Remember when we used to get drunk at the tractor pulls and de-struction derbies with my buddies. Cain’t we get back to them days, sugarplum?”

“Yeah, fucktard, that was before you done got Billie Sue Womack over across the trailer park pregnant and burned up half yore brain huffin’ glue. Yore somethin’ Clitfucker, that’s fer shore. I got half a mind ta leave yore ass an’ go back ta Texas,” Lavender chided him.

“Aw baby, let me lick your pussy a little. Lemme fuck that clit. You know you like it when I do that.”

Lavender sighed heavily heavily and took a drag on her cigarette and felt the baby kick as she took a swig of her Pabst. She set the beer down and yanked her panties to the side. Clitfucker got down on his knees and started lapping her unkempt snatch.

“Damn, baby, yore pussy still tasty, even with little ‘Ol Clitfucker Jr. still inside there,” said Clitfucker as he tongued her contentedly.

Another fight broke out on Springer and Rufus the sixteen-breed mutt began to yowl outside. “I used to have such a bright future,” Lavender thought to herself. She looked down at Clitfucker’s butt as it wiggled contentedly in front of her. She blinked and thought she saw a tail wagging for a second.

She decided not to have anymore Pabst for the rest of the night.

 

[Bidin~Time]

Is the air conditioning on?

If it isn't, maybe it should be.

Is anyone else warm??





emi

 

[Rubyfruit]

PC

Just oh my god!

 

[alexandraaah]

As always, PC.

*tips her hat*

 

[TN_Vixen]

Y'all come back now y'hear?

 

[KillerMuffin]

The Fibbie grabbed Muff's hair and shoved her harder on his cock. She glared up at him for a moment, trying not to regurgitate Mouse's cum all over him. She spit him out and shoved him roughly toward the shadowy shape coming through the open door. TN Vixen gasped when the half naked FBI Agent crashed into her.

Coincidentally enough his cock just happend to accidentally penetrate her pussy. Who knew she went commando with the short skirts?

Muff wiped her mouth and stood up. Draaah didn't look particularly happy, but she was doing her Fed like she was planning on sucking his cock inside out.

Marxist was shaking his skinny ass at Mouse. Muff grinned and sat on the table to watch. The Microchococock was flapping around between his legs. Mouse grabbed a pair of sales-whore hips and prepared to have himself a grand old time. She stuck her fingers into her pussy and prepared to have a grand old time with them.

"Knock knock!" Glamorilla, the new neighbor, stuck his head into through the open door. The man was a class act, he didn't even bat an eyelash at the improptu orgy. Predictably his eyes homed in on Marxist's ass. "Hey, I got your mail today."

"I'll take it." Muff ripped herself away from the arresting sight of Mouse and Marxy Marx get his Funxy Bunch on. She smiled at Glam and took the letter. "Hey, it's from lavy!"

Draaah said, "Mrpph!"

Muff opened it up and scratched her head. "Good news! She'n fucker are going on Jerry. Successful women throwing it all away from their trailer trash men is the episode."

Muff tossed the letter on the table and looked around the room forlornly. "I've got my horndog on and no one to fuck."

 

[modest mouse]

I'm ashamed to be a part of this.



...or just inadequate.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Your av have has a chest mullet.

 

[Problem Child]

Somehow I have a feeling that Mr. and Mrs. Clitfucker will meet up with the Marxist/Muffie/Draaah/Mouse/TN_Vixen, etc. orgy on their way to be on the Springer show.

Hell, maybe they'll all end up on the Springer show.