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Get up in there and bury your cock up her ass and fuck her senseless
See the thing about black ass that’s so special is that even though it took skin stretching growth spurts to build the foundation of the black ass, the color of the skin hides most of the veins and stretch marks. The blemishes are there but they aren’t as obvious as on white ass. Also, like the Chinese ass, the dark ass is solid. Once cock is up that tight hole the rest of the ass cheek is rock hard. It doesn’t flap around loosely like some kite on windy beach, it holds its position like one of the young Janissaries outside of Jameh Mosque of Isfahan.
Once inside G-strung’s ass, you fuck hard and your body bangs against hers. Her ass ripples, ever so slightly while your balls smash against her empty cunt lips.
You’ve never had a black ass before. You’ve always had white ass. You’re not a racist. You just haven’t had a chance to get around much. You’ve always been the type to kind of stick to yourself. You went to parties. You had black friends. You knew lots of white girls with black boyfriends and husbands, but you just never dipped your stick in chocolate pussy. You’re not sure how it happened. But here G-strung was ass up and face down looking absolutely scrumptious and you would be a fool not to partake in a little black booty. You could choose her cunt or her ass or take a dip in each. You climbed on top of her and it was nothing like sliding easily onto your wife’s mushy body. This was like climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. It took effort. It took an oxygen pack to scale this great big black ass. It had to be 4.5 kilometers up into the sky. Once you were up there, you already felt like you had accomplished something. You were raging with confidence. Your life had purpose. Then you found the balls to push your dick into the soft folds of this black chick’s flesh. Your cockhead spread her pink insides open. Her insides slipperily slid onto you until her cunt lips gripped the base of your dick. She used her lips to pitch a tent to protect you from all the ills of life. Deep in that pussy you were safe from the weather, from domestic bullshit, from your asshole boss, from monotony. You were happy in there and considered letting your desire to cum—to shoot seed—overtake you. You were on the verge of finishing inside this cunt, but you suffered a stronger desire to try this bitch’s ass.
You pulled the cock out. Her strong cunt lips held you tight but ultimately acquiesced to your every primal desire. Her asshole was a perfectly symmetrical triskaidecagon. You wondered momentarily of Pythagoras was an ass man. Probably. Anyways, you had your own juicy ass to focus on today. No time to think about geometry. Back on track, you pushed your glistening cockhead into G-strungs stupdendous ass and soft the soft anus flesh pushed back gently like a soft lever, like a flower petal, like a wormhole in one of your outer body experiences. You felt a pit in your gut. That’s the feeling of depravity. Unmistakable.
You were fucking this black hooker up her ass (it’s not pejorative thought, mind you. She was literally black and a hooker) . When you tried anal with your wife it was always awkward and a little hostile. Even in the rare instances when your wife tried hard her ass acted tight and uncooperative like a suburban country club was with minorities. But this black hooker, G-strung, had an ass like a rest stop. Anyone could come and enjoy a little break from the horrors and boredom of day-to-day life. You pushed your cock all the way. You felt her tight ass grip the root of your cock like she had undone her hair and pushed a hairband onto the bottom of your shaft like a cock ring. That was her muscular sphincter. The ring of her anus really gripped the bottom root of your cock, just over the balls. You started slow but at that depth the only thing to do was to add speed to the sodomy. There was nothing stopping you from going balls deep until your nuts were smacking her wet sloppy cunt lips.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
There was no vaginal wall up her ass that your cock head could bang against painfully. Nope. G-strung’s asshole was infinite pleasure. Well, it wasn’t infinite, but the pleasure went deeper than your cock, so from your cock’s perspective it was infinite——holy shit, you were beginning to cum and a new choice broke your train of thought.
Well, stud, looks like you have another hard choice to make, you sodomizer:
Cum outside the bitch
Book Review: Futanari Moans and the Mummy’s Hand (Job)
As soon as I saw the cover for Sally Bend’s new book I knew I would love it. The cover had the sexy, pulp look that I love in a futanari tale. Sally Bend is an intelligent writer who sets the standard with the transgender community, so between cover and writer I felt this book was a must-read. My first impression was correct. Futanari Moans comes as advertised. The writing is really tip-top and the cover art is stupendous. Author Sally Bend, an authority in the Transgender community, does an awesome job blending a story taking place deep in an ancient tomb rigged with booby traps that our heroine, Futanari Moans, must pass. The main character has the sexy elements of Tomb Raider plus a giant glistening dick that won’t stop spewing into a condom (for cleanliness, I presume). The plot mixes the action adventure of Raiders of the Lost Ark and Black Collossus with the main character’s flashbacks of painful lab memories with disaster looming in the recesses of her mind. There are hints of Futanari Moan’s troubled past sprinkled in as she takes on the sudden dangers of flying spears, drowning by sand, and poisonous dart attack, which she must conquer, evade, and survive to rob this tomb. As the story progresses the drama gets freakier and yuckier but in a weirdly satisfying sexual way. I’m not going to spoil the payoff at the end by clumsily telling you what phantasmagoric nastiness befalls Futanari Moans but I guarantee you that if you’re a fan of futa fiction and hot action your mouth will be wide open and you’ll need that box of nearby tissues.
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4-star review of Futadelic by Jordan Jones
This is the first book I’ve read by this author, and I’m looking forward to reading more. We follow several characters through a journey that is dark, humorous, and erotic all at once. It takes a creative writer to craft a story like Futadelic.
The characters are so driven by human urges and desires that even though their situations are often unbelievable, the story is immersive and sexy as hell. Four stars instead of five only because I wish the story was longer; the characters are a bit too complex for a story this short. Still, it’s well worth the buy, especially to anyone who is interested in a story with lots of twists, sex, potions, and revenge.
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A Thing of Beauty: The Sir Henry March Mysteries (Volume 1) by Bianca M. Schwarz
Book Review by Moctezuma Johnson
I had never read a historical romance before and found it to be a daunting task. It took me a while to get accustomed to the pacing of the novel but luckily Bianca can really write well. The grammar is sound and the writing is highly polished. Little by little she pulled me into her world. The book starts off somewhere in England before the invention of the telegraph and slowly builds around a rich gent and a pretty woman he finds beaten at the curb. The tone is way more suited to literature than genre fiction, at least in the beginning. The tone is slow and meaningful, not the fast paced superficial prose of much contemporary Erotica. Bianca has done her homework and has the sound of the English spoken in that time period with detail paid to the different accents of the different classes. The first half of the book follows as a period piece giving you the feel of the day with a love story of Henry and Eliza. The second half has a plot about an old enemy that they try to catch in the act of torturing young girls. One demerit for me was the attitude of the novel toward which sexual deviances are acceptable and which are evil wasn’t made clear to me. It was assumed the reader would consider some men good and others bad, but I am not so easily convinced. I wished there was more discussion on the subject.
Also worth thinking about and discussing is the style of prose. It’s slow and languid. My guess is that fans of historical fiction will really enjoy the attention to detail and appreciate that Bianca took the time to install a thorough plot. Personally I wish the plot came into prevalence a bit earlier but do applaud the overall structure. Admittedly I don’t usually read historical romance fiction, so i suspect this probably means this was built smarter than I’ve even realized. Overall, The dialogue was quite well done even though Henry didn’t always speak like a man. Still, the dialogue was true to its time with a smattering of old words like phaeton, serviette, and curricle. The ending was really well done. I don’t usually like when plots are neatly tied up but in this case it was like a 1000 piece puzzle had slipped into place. Pretty cool.
Dick Rating: I can’t really give it too many dicks up because I’m not sure it’s even erotica. It’s a historical romance with an erotic element between two characters and some sexual deviations used to create villains not sexual satisfaction for the reader. I guess I’d give it one dick of two dicks up.
Literary Value: A Tale of Two Titties and Some Dicks out of a Tale of Two Cities.
Overall Score: 4.5 out of 5 stars. The story is well worth reading!