STORY # 1
Title: Infatuation Felching
About: Trina Tarbox and her ex boyfriend Dion Moustash
We all knew it'd come to this, an innocent idea, some suspicious lube, a
confused virgin and a tired asshole- we just never expected it to occur
so early on in the relationship.
Early afternoon, Dion Moustash (a student and part-time petrolium
slips some Flinstone's Vitamins into his
girlfriend, Trina Tarbox's, bottled water. He knows a healthy mind
and body are vital to what he has planned for the evening. His
perverted stare hides behind his vogue optical glasses and Trina
dismisses his demented smile, wandering hands and pulsating pocket as
a nervous twitch.
After a sexually stimulating game of sharades and a 40 oz. of
wine, Trina's eyes grow heavy and her sense of reality deteriorates.
While she curls up in his bed and her mind exits the night, Dion is
in a dark room gathering provisions for his nightime fantasy. He
eventually joins her and emptys any debris remaining in his bowels
into her unsuspecting mouth. He rubs his sleeping beauty down with a
home-made lubricant, a basic recipe containing alfalfa sprouts and
vagisil. Then, with grace and obvious pride, he pulls out his "Long
Sword", a 13 foot solid cement tube stripped from a playground in
Hantsport. After inserting it into his asshole with impressive ease
he points the unoccupied end towards his naive girlfriend. Although
Brian was in fact a deranged nympho, he was also very clever (hense
the glasses) and lured Trina into the tube where she craweled
aimlessly, unaware of the disturbing transition from cold rock to
No one knows if she could hear Dion's child-like squeals and
erotic moans- she was lost in oblivion while his asshole tingled and
twitched as it never had before. Time stands still when your clawing
your boyfriends asshole from the outside-in, and before she knew it,
there was a "slip!" and a "pop!" - and it was over. She rolled out of
the periodic septic tank and began spewing up a horrific sewage like
serum with an equally offensive smell. Dion collasped, a smelly sort
of resin creeping from his anus, and he got up (unaffected by the
disconcerting event) and took one last look at Trina Tarbox-
another victem of his chronic felching.
TITLE : A VERY HAIRY CHRISTMAS
ABout: Jean Bremner and ex boyfriend James
It was early sunday morning, Jean Bremner is in the middle of an
erotic dream concerning her, a bar stool and the union jack. As she
slips out of her midnight fantasy, a carrot is slipping out of her
own "midnight mass"- and unruly concoction of clitoris and hair. She
gets up slowly and arches her back to perform an unattractive yawn.
Undeterred by the musty mess of yellow serum left to dissolve in her
bed sheets, she retreives the carrot, which has derteriorated
signifigently from an unidentified STD lurking in her cervex. She
takes a munch, and heads outside.
It's Christmas in Kentucky and Jean is picking some Holly
from the branches behind her house. She has positioned herself so
that one of the virgin twigs is lodged 14 and a half inches into her
asshole. Fordging for food is always more pleasurable when your being
probed anally, and the Bremner's were notorious for enjoying cheap
thrills. After 163 orgasms achieved of a stick which averaged about
the same circumference as a straw, Jean is more intrigued rather
than tired and returns inside where a bowl of low fat popcorn and
plump cranberries await.
Many classes of Yoga and Taibo have resulted in Jean's new
found contortionist abilities and she pulls herself into a human
pretzel before she plucks a needle from her pussy and gets to work.
An hour later she finds herself in a nasty disposition. The
door bell rings and James Proudfoot, a newfoundlander with a substantial
amount of ball and cock, enters the house. Jean spots him and
climbs upon the kitchen counter. His potent penis aroma causes her
anus to twitch and it is then she unvails her trophy. Incredible.
Jean has managed to create a delisciously dirty snack, popped corn
and cranned berries weaved throughout her coarse pubic mound. Her
festive vagina puts a twinkle in James' eye as dehydration and
desire morph together and he begins to foam at the mouth.
Jean lifts her legs one at a time and performs and
acrobatic ritual, combing the "A" skip and movements of an early
primate. James is swaying back and forth, moving his head wildly and
farting like nobodies business.
Jean finally takes control of the situation and encourages
James to munch her christmas cunt. As soon as all the popcorn ,
cranberries and 75% of her pubic hair has been devoured, James'
stomach is turning and Jean is spurting a rancid heterogeneous
mixture that would send chills down any mans spine.
The fun is over, Jean and the Swiffer wet jet are pacing
the floor, removing any debris or evidence of their naughty naked
nightmare. She places the cleaning equipment back in the
closet and heads to bed. Maybe to dream again, maybe to gain some
insight of what next year will bring, high hopes- for a very hairy