Love In The Trenches - Sex Stories

Love In The Trenches

... sometimes inserted so deep that I bumped my head against a soft fleshy crown, sometimes circling the outer rim at the entrance with the fleshy anemone fingers slapping my cheeks. I was dizzy from lack of air when she finally pulled me out. I was rushed upwards again until I was in front of her face again. Her mouth was twisted into a smirk as she contemplated me. ‘Oh you poor thing, all dirty and slimy and your hair is all a mess. Here, let me give you a shower to clean you up.’ And down I went again to face the dripping cunt, only this time I was placed right in front of the dimple that smelled of piss. Nothing happened for a long while, then the little slit in the centre seemed to dilate ever so slightly and a transparent yellow drop of liquid slipped through it, hung there for a brief moment and trickled down. She placed me even closer to the slit and the next drop that appeared engulfed my head before losing its consistence and sliding off my body. Several more drops popped out, ever faster until a thin stream emerged that weakly splashed up and down my body. The liquid tasted very salty and bitter, and I had to time my breathing in order not to get it into my lungs. After a few seconds it lapsed back to sporadic droplets and I relaxed, taking in a deep gulp of air. Just then, the slit exploded in a massive spray of yellow liquid that splattered with a loud hissing sound against my face, pushing my head back with a snap and whipping it left and right as it spiralled out ...

... forcefully. Fighting the stream of piss that spouted from my mother’s cunt at such close range sapped much of my strength, and I collapsed when it finally let down. I faintly saw my mother looking at my flax and soaked body with a disgusted look on her face before she dropped me. I screamed and swung my arms and legs wildly as I fell, convinced that I was going to die. Then I splashed into the warm water of a large lake, sinking to the very bottom before I could gather the strength to paddle to the surface. I gulped for air as I came up, breathing in acid fumes that smelled and tasted like urine. I swam and looked around. I had landed into a deep metal bowl filled with my mother’s recent discharge. Looking up, I saw that she was still squatting over it. She was looking down at me. ‘You are absolutely useless to me’, boomed the voice. ‘I can’t even get a half decent fuck out of you. Tell me, what are you good for?’ I looked up at her, forlorn and sad, my heart torn with remorse and self-hate for having once again been found lacking. ‘Ah fuck, why do I even ask? You’re a worthless piece of shit. When you were born, you just slipped out of my ass, that’s how you were born. I bet you didn’t know that, huh? Well, I’m telling you. Cause it’s the truth. You’re a freak of nature. A walking turd.’ While the words were still pounding through my brain, my mother’s hand came down into the bowl and I was picked up again. I was rushed down between her legs again until I found myself staring ...