Delicious pussy slime

What I learned about my wife gutted me. The ring I proposed to her with and put on her finger at our wedding touched another guy's cock and was slimed with her saliva and his cum when she cheated on me on her bachelorette weekend. Pretty much everyone knew but me and I had to find out 8 years later. 

I need to confess...

I love to smoke meth and go to public (OLD RUN DOWN) gas stationS.. these ARE the BEST places for me to open my pussy and rub it in strangers old piss, shit, hair, crabs, STDS off the toilet seat. Next, if they have a toilet brush and plunger...both will get to fuck my dirty Lil used hole...if the floor, hand rails for criipples is gross ..I have my loose pussy hole ALL OVER IT. I look inside the plunger... shitty dirty? Fuck.. rub the out outside of it all over my ciit and pussy hole.. the shitty pissec inside i will squat and rub my pussy hole all over..cleaning it with my sweet filthy pussy.. leaving my slime everywhere.

The last public toilet I fucked was in the ghetto.. I'm damn sure I got black ppl shit and piss all inside my pussy. My pussy got excited! That bathroom was gross and yet so EROTIC! I wanted to rub my pussy across everything..leaving trails of mucus...Every plunger was DISGUSTING! Now I'm sitting in my car with a tiny dildo in my tingling pussy. Even that makes me hot and horny. I wish more ppl enjoyed the same thing as me. 🥹 O just CANT LICK A TOILET. BUT HAVE MY PUSSY IN IT!?? WELL DESERVED. I'm a useless ut who loves to bend over and give away my holes. That's why my pussy takes your shit. 💕🩵

How else could I use my pussy?

I want to get wise..nastier I wish after all that sexy toilet ,plunger ,and brush.. I could just enjoy the way my pussy smells once I get done..in a matter of hrs...my pussy smells so fucked.

Then I take cock.

You know that part of your ass crack that surrounds your tailbone, but isn't quite part of the main ass crack per se? You know by the end of the day it often accumulates a peculure sweaty, stinky slime like goop? Well I was eating popcorn in bed tonight and a stay piece ended up in there. I ate it.

One part of the physiological study i am doing with my therapist is to do the most depraved and shameful things and record it all. It’s my exposure therapy he says. One of the rules of the study is that my cunt is basically my piggie feeding trough and anything I ingest must first come from there and be covered in my own pig slime. 

I'm stroking thinking about some with old creep with a huge pulsing menacing cock just absolutely pulverizing her blond plum sweet angel pussy as she slimes your cock while she cums uncontrollably...
Any takers...?

Wtf is on lil kim box os that slime oozing out? Anybody else see this lil kim canal birthday.      Anyways shes a nigger use her for head and throw her out like a peice of trash cum nigger she is

Why do I love cumming inside the elderly? It's more addictive than drugs. Old women have the best pussies. They'll spread their legs and let you dump your load in there and then they'll act like they've committed a crime. My last escapade with a grey-haired whore was almost a year ago. She was 82 at the time. Invited me into her apartment to 'look at photos of her family'. It wasn't long before I had my tongue down her throat and I was fondling her saggy titties. She had her thin, knibby legs spread open, and I could see her dusty gash. It called to me. But she didn't want to have vaginal penetration sex, not at that time. She did want to suck my dick. She told me not to cum in her mouth and I wasn't going to, but then after a few minutes of slobbering all over it with her tongue and trying to fit it in her tiny mouth, she changed her mind. She looked into my eyes while I climaxed, and I watched my white slime slide down her throat. I asked her if she enjoyed swallowing the cum of a stranger. She told me she wanted me to cum in every hole. She moved in with her daughter since then, and I relocated for work. Now, a hot and sexy 70 year old has materialized from my past. She needed a reference for a job, and she got it (the reference and the job). She seems happy. And thankful. Lots of kisses and hearts and googly eyes in our messages. Tomorrow we're meeting for coffee. I intend to cream inside her chubby grandma pussy hole. I hope it's hairy and fat. The oldest vag I've ever exploded in was 66 years old. Best sex of my life. Someday I want to walk inside an elderly slut's bedroom and find her lying on her bed with her legs open, her aging quim on full display, and without exchanging a word, I want to use her pussy as a cum depository. I want her to stare at the ceiling and not make a sound while I treat her old bony midge like it's a sex object meant only for raw, unprotected, vaginal insemination from complete strangers. And then I'll leave. But first we're getting coffee, I guess.

My fantasy involves getting hold of a trick water pistol disguised as a microphone, filling it with some white slime, hooking up with someone with a video camera and going into town to find some cute girls to trick into being interviewed for a "TV show".

Next I ask whether they have heard the news that in an attempt to combat teenage pregnancy, the government is considering lowering the age of consent for non-penetrative sex acts. "What do you think about that?" I ask. If they don't like it then I leave them alone. But if they think it's a good idea then they get a load of slime on their pretty faces. Before we run away, I tell them "you've just been spunk punkd!"

I confess that the admins here really piss me off. I would like to bend them over and get my buddy from Fergusin Unit to fuck them up the arsehole, till they are blue in the face. Then he would face fuck them till they gag and choke on their own slime.

does anyone want me to post the vids when it is done?

Everyday I wake up and smile knowing that the Piece of Shit, named Ted Kennedy is dead. He had to be one of the worst traitors this Country has ever had. All the way from amnesty for illegals in 1965 to Obamacare. I hope he had a painful death and I know there is a special place in hell for this nut job.
He even managed to kill some chick and get away with it..
Let us hope that a few more Dems. in Congress get brain cancer or something painful and just slid back to the slime they came from.

A vagina is like a new running shoe, at first, it looks good, smells ok and fits very snugly.
As time goes by, it stops being all of those things, especially after being used repeatedly. It starts to look beat up, smells worse and worse, and things get kinda sloppy.
A woman's vagina is basically a tepid reservoir of bacterial filth, with new bacteria and viruses being added every time a new strange cock goes in (which is usually fairly often, because all women are whores.
It tastes like it smells too, sour with a peculiar strongness. They all smell and taste like that.
Wanna know why? It is also a drain for bodily refuse like dead cells, dead bacteria, and dead sperm.
It smells the way it does, because it is full of decaying things all closed up in a moist, heated pocket.

So go ahead, stick your face in it and lick up that stinking, rotting slime.

That’s me finally taking my thickest  (3” wide) realistic cock dildo balls deep. I even bounce & grind on it permanently stretching my sloppy ass cunt out as I slam my body weight down onto those huge realistic ball & sack. Watch at the end when I climb off of that beast cock my ruined hole hanging wide open. 3ft long strings of lube mixed with gooey ass juices leave a snail trail of ass slime from dildo to butthole

I confess that I get off on fucking my wife with a dirty dick.

A little over a year ago I started a thread on here about how bored I was with my wife's burned out fuckhole. She was a real slut in her younger years, but now she has the sexual energy of drywall. Even when she does want to fuck, it's a chore. Her pussy is so loose I have to work at it to get a load off.

So, I started looking around at things to keep sex interesting to me. I posted some pics and vids of my wife. Which was hot for a while. Spent some time trying to get her fucked, which hasn't panned out. But, I also started having an affair.

My side chick is a lot of fun. She's everything a side chick should be. For a while, I was really happy just fucking her. But you've heard a lot of regular side girl stories. For me, things got really hot one night...

I had just finished up fucking my side girl. Great, sloppy sex. I stayed in her for about an hour just squishing around in her sloppy pussy. Then, I had to rush home because my wife had been calling for the whole hour. It was about picking up something stupid. And I was pissed. I hadn't been able to clean up like I usually do afterward. So I get home and my wife is lying in bed staring at her phone. She's just got her t-shirt on riding up so I can see her prissy pussy poking out. I get the idea that has been getting me off more than anything in my life... I'm going to fuck my wife's married pink slit with a dick covered in pussy slime from another girl! I climb up real nice, cooing about how sorry I am, talking about how much a missed her... she doesn't even look up from her phone. I just decide that I'm gonna go for it. So I climb between her legs and pull down my shorts. The waft of stank is so strong, I'm afraid she's going to smell it. But I'm hard as a rock by now. I had filled up the girlfriend's pussy just 30 minutes before but I was ready to pop. In no mood to be gentle, I spit on her hole and rammed in home in one pump. She grunted real loud and said, "god!" I laid into her with 5 hard pumps and shot another load of cum deep into her. Then, I just rolled off onto my side of the bed. She looked at me funny and said, "that was different." I said, "Yeah. It sure was."

I'm going on 5 times. It's tough to line up. Because, believe it or not single guys, wives don't just let you fuck them all the time. But, the 5 times I have pulled it off, I have had THE best, hardest, fastest orgasms I have ever had in my life. When I think about bringing all that slut pussy snot home from my girlfriend and plugging it deep in my wife...it's blow time.

The last time, she was almost on to me. I had fucked my side chick in the morning and came home as my wife was getting ready for work. She was just getting into the shower when I stopped her at the sink. After a little prodding, I bent her over, and plowed in. While I was fucking her hard, she said, "You smell different." So I fucked harder and came in like 30 seconds. Afterward, she asked lots of questions... Why do you fuck me so hard now? What was that smell? Why do you always want me after work?

So she might be on to me. But it's work it.

If you want to see her, let me know.

I love a big hairy bush all around a woman's cunt ... It brings out two opposite sides in me.

My PiG side loves the way that hair gets all polluted with a girl's piss and shit and sweat and cunt slime and holds all that aroma.

The Sadistic side to me loves that big bush as a way to inflict instant pain ...
Just grab it and rip ... a cigarette lighter or candle ... waxing strips (see pic of the aftermath of me using wax strips on J's cunt the other week)!

It's that destruction of something precious ... the defiling of something pretty that appeals.

I've learnt to live with all of these perversions and, like my pyromania, are more or less under control now ...
But when the weather gets hot ... ...

Don't Shave That Hair!!!

My friend recently made a mistake in his life, and I offer his story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with him having trouble dumping. These are in his words. I tried to clean it up some.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My cheeks were smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic turd-molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky brown/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. It felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my crack off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own turds blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for this hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could tell that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, go home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo Homes, smell you later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the king of Bel-Air.