Love In The Trenches - Sex Stories

Love In The Trenches

... into a furrowed mound of soft brown skin that was nestled between two large and pointy protrusions beyond and below her cunt. I knew enough body geography to realize I was looking at my mother’s gigantic asshole. She pushed me upwards until my face was crushed into the serrated gash in the centre of the mound where the furrows seemed to dive inwards. The skin was soft and warm there, but there was a penetrating smell that was sweet and nutty. The mound started to move slowly, swelling outward which widened the gash, then collapsing inward which pulled my head in while her hand pushed upwards. Soon her asshole had swallowed my head. I was in a tight tunnel which held my head in a vice with a force that I believed capable of cracking my skull like an egg shell. The asshole kept pumping in and out, sucking me in gradually until it had swallowed me whole. Inside it was pitch black dark, and hot and damp. The smell in here was even sharper and right out nauseating. It was the smell of stale shit. I was in a cave-like structure, with a soft and slippery floor that curved upward all around me. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness, I noticed a faint reddish glow that came off the walls. A sudden swaying motion knocked me off my feet and I landed on my back. My mother’s body around me was moving and I was sliding up and down her rectum. After a while, a vertical force was added to the motion, pressing me into the floor quickly before releasing me into the air, almost floating ...

... while bumping into the soft walls around me. The swaying motion resumed for a short while, then there was a dull but violent thud and I was thrown ass over tit across my smelly confinement, its walls shuddering. When I scrambled to my feet, all was still. Suddenly, a loud rumble made the walls around me tremble. It sounded like air bubbles welling up in a water dispenser. Then the walls started to widen, and I could hear a rasping or scraping sound somewhere above my head. I looked up, but saw nothing. I heard the rumbling again and this time it coincided with a marked shifting of the walls. The hot air seemed suddenly to thicken and the smell was fouler and more intense than before. I felt I was breathing in a thick gas that irritated my throat. I was coughing. Then the walls collapsed and the gash beneath my feet fluttered noisily as the gas streamed out through it. Another dense cloud of gas bloated the walls of my mother’s rectum, which quickly deflated again. It was then I realized what was coming, and I panicked. The rasping had become louder and suddenly a huge dark mass came pushing around the bend high above, preceded by a smell of fresh shit. There was no time. The mass plunged down and I barely escaped from being crushed by pressing my back against the wall. It slid down along the length of my body, pulling me down with it until I was lying on my side, my mouth and eyes penetrated by a thick slime that coated the enormous lump of shit. When it reached the bottom, the ...