The Gruesome Twosome - Sex Stories

The Gruesome Twosome

... but remembering suddenly that he had an actual chance at a woman and it was probably worth it to capitalize on the predicament. He approached the heaving mass of Ryland and the crying sex worker. Max spotted a hole going free on the woman and had submitted his family jewels into the mix. Max and Ryland looked each other in the eyes, in a nod of understanding they got into a particular position. There was no need for any discussion any communication. They had spoken to ends about all these situations, they knew exactly what to do. How to please the other. They were roasting her from both ends, Ryland rested his knee against the foot of the bed as he proceeded to thrust. Max could feel the delicate singe at the tip of his penis as his veiny erection pressed against the back of her throat. She braced her arms against Max’s thigh and removed the Bratwurst clogging her wind pipe. She indicated for a change of position as Max (penis sheathed in his hand) moved across the bed until he was underneath them all. He felt the coarse, grizzled pubic hair of the untamable Jungle Cat rub against his delicate testicles. Goosebumps started appearing all over the most sensitive parts of his body. He looked up to see a broken woman, smiling, looking down at him. He twisted his neck and gazed deeply into the eyes of his greatest friend. Ryland looked off into the distance. His eyes were closed but he had the look of utmost malice and despair upon his face. He was trying to fuck the demons ...

... out. She grew weary, started to slowly inch away from the activities. The two did not even notice. They continued their furious embrace, nothing could stop their passionate love-making. Max was dreading this part. He had to actually pleasure Ryland. His penis was swollen and had started to change colour. It was giving off a strange smell. They would have to visit the hospital soon. He grabbed it in his hand. It had a strange, rubbery texture. It looked like it was about to burst. He played with it gently across the palm of his hand and slowly wrapped his tounge around it. He could barely attempt it, it covered his face. As strange as it was, there was something about this grotesquely large and comically inflated penis that Max found himself drawn to. Ryland had an arguably more strenuous time. Max’s penis had started to emit an odour of sour fish and rotting vegetables. It was covered in flecks of grit, whose true origin will never be known. Ryland gazed at the face of the somewhat removed Maxine. He knew what he had to do. He opened his mouth and started to pleasure a man in ways only a straight man could know how to. The 69 is a beautiful position. There is something particular about the symmetry it creates with the two physical forms, I find endearing. Max thought to himself. He grasped for ledges along the fall of Rylands back as he violently denied his cock air in the recesses of its victims mouth. “STOP! STOP! You are hurting him!” wailed the naked prostitute, her supple ...