Flash Fiction Part I
Flash fiction is a genre that requires the author to tell a story in 300 words or less. I've decided to post a couple of them on here. Enjoy!
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“Fuck me,” yelled the slender brown-skinned bottom with the juicy ass as he was pummeled by the C.O.G.I.C. preacher’s unnaturally fat six-and-a-half-inch dick.
“Hell yeah,” the ex-con remarked as he slapped the sissy’s ass.
Pastor Cooper hammered away as the femboi’s asshole farted repeatedly. “That pussy talkin’ to me,” he remarked watching his big booty red bone girlfriend sixty-nine with an equally hot chocolate sister. He took a swig straight from the bottle of Paul Masson. He pulled out his wide dick and instructed the two bisexual bitches to come suck his dick. As the eager sluts tag teamed his meat with their oral onslaught, the short stocky nigga drizzled some of the brandy down the backside of the pussyboi.
He knelt down and licked the faggot’s ass crack. Then, he poured some more.
“Keisha,” he called out. “Eat this faggot’s ass. I’ma fuck ya friend.”
He slid his dick in the dark-skinned woman’s tight pussy. Keisha munched on her man’s sissy boy’s hole. “Faggot,” he yelled. “Get down here and lick my balls while I fuck this bitch.”
The twink complied with the command. “Suck his puny dick, Keisha,” demanded the minister. The warm wet tongue of the slutty bottom felt great as he invaded the inner sanctum of his girlfriend’s co-worker. He thundered with reckless abandon, then suddenly backed away.
“Faggot, get back on the bed. Face down, ass up. Charmaine, you lick my balls while I fuck him. Keisha, get in front of him so he can suck yo’ titties.”
He slammed the musician as he admired the faggot slurping on his lady’s boobs.
“Y’all some freaky ass bitches! Love this shit,” he confessed.
The cheap motel room with shabby lighting smelled like ass. He loved it. His phone began to ring. “Hold up, that’s my wife.”
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“Fuck me,” yelled the slender brown-skinned bottom with the juicy ass as he was pummeled by the C.O.G.I.C. preacher’s unnaturally fat six-and-a-half-inch dick.
“Hell yeah,” the ex-con remarked as he slapped the sissy’s ass.
Pastor Cooper hammered away as the femboi’s asshole farted repeatedly. “That pussy talkin’ to me,” he remarked watching his big booty red bone girlfriend sixty-nine with an equally hot chocolate sister. He took a swig straight from the bottle of Paul Masson. He pulled out his wide dick and instructed the two bisexual bitches to come suck his dick. As the eager sluts tag teamed his meat with their oral onslaught, the short stocky nigga drizzled some of the brandy down the backside of the pussyboi.
He knelt down and licked the faggot’s ass crack. Then, he poured some more.
“Keisha,” he called out. “Eat this faggot’s ass. I’ma fuck ya friend.”
He slid his dick in the dark-skinned woman’s tight pussy. Keisha munched on her man’s sissy boy’s hole. “Faggot,” he yelled. “Get down here and lick my balls while I fuck this bitch.”
The twink complied with the command. “Suck his puny dick, Keisha,” demanded the minister. The warm wet tongue of the slutty bottom felt great as he invaded the inner sanctum of his girlfriend’s co-worker. He thundered with reckless abandon, then suddenly backed away.
“Faggot, get back on the bed. Face down, ass up. Charmaine, you lick my balls while I fuck him. Keisha, get in front of him so he can suck yo’ titties.”
He slammed the musician as he admired the faggot slurping on his lady’s boobs.
“Y’all some freaky ass bitches! Love this shit,” he confessed.
The cheap motel room with shabby lighting smelled like ass. He loved it. His phone began to ring. “Hold up, that’s my wife.”
10 years ago
