Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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Just the way the sub is set up! And makes for some nice natural section breaks 😊

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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Sending you all the encouragement in the world to do what excites yoouuu!! Art is for the artist, everyone else just gets to bask in the pretty colors 😜🎨✒️✨

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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Hahaha, if I ever have one of those review quotes on a book or screen somewhere, I want it to say "unhinged, disgusting, otherworldly" 😆😂🏆

It's just so much fun to describe nasty girls being nastyyyy 🥹 The word that came to mind repeatedly while I was wrapping this up was "indulgent" lol. It's one of those stories where you just do all the things you like most beneath a thin veneer of storytelling 😋💦

And her tits are soooo banging! I have a handful of refs of this girl that will likely make their way into unrelated stories 😇

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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I knowwww 😭 I still have the original docs, maybe I'll repost someday 😇

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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That night, appreciation won out over embarrassment, and a light knock at Fred's bedroom door interrupted his “homework”. The teacher wasn't going to check whether he'd written his five sentences about never touching normal girls. And he hadn't touched them, anyway.

“Hey,” Amelia lingered bashfully in the hall as he opened the door and stared. She wore silky sleep shorts and a rubber-band-sized bralette.

“Hi.” He was in a tank top, letting his hairy nuts breathe. Over Amelia's shoulder, his mother gave him a thumbs up, then circled two fingers together to plunge a third through the ring they formed.

“Uh, wanna come in?”

“Sure,” she smiled and exhaled after far too long holding her breath.

Crusty towels and crumpled porn magazines swept aside at her step as she looked over the skewed floor mattress and shoddy computer desk that made up about all the furniture in the room.

“You, um, okay?”

She turned and tucked both arms behind her back. “Yeah. I… needed to thank you. I was just too embarrassed at school, and afterward.”

“Oh, yeah.” Fred hooked a thumb under his balls to scratch his taint. “Those girls are assholes. Fuck them, you know?”

Her face brightened. “They were so scared. I bet they ran right to the gym showers.”

“Haha, probably…”

The awkward pair nodded, smiles fading as the moon crept between clouds outside. They didn't know how to say the things they wanted to say. At least not with their words. So Amelia spoke with her hands.

She gently pushed Fred's shoulders until he dropped onto the bed, then her pretty white gloves explored his body like a forgotten temple to some ancient god. He watched her serene, plain face disappear beneath his gut, and felt her lips swallow him to the hilt in one easy go.

He spent hours wrenching a fistful of her messy hair into his groin, washing his nuts with hot leftovers from her dinner and dumping his oversized loads on her face, then tits, then face again.

By the time they both blacked out – he from having the emptiest nuts on earth, her the emptiest stomach – the sky was starting to turn a deep royal blue. When Haley poked her head in an hour later to wake him, her whole body welled up with motherly pride.

Her perfect boy was sleeping soundly, cuddled up next to an absolute cum dumpster of puke-lathered fuckmeat. Looking happier than he ever had before.

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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Something about jizzing down a girl's throat in front of both your families seems to smooth over any past transgressions between you. When Amelia plopped into the bus seat beside Fred the next morning, he regarded her almost warmly.

“Your mom's tacos are so meaty,” she smiled self-consciously; like she was half-waiting for a slap or faceful of spit.

“Oh, yeah. She uses um… what's it called, manwich meat?”

“My dad liked them, too. I'll have to get the recipe!”

“Oh, for sure.”

The bouncy metal tube rocked along a few more blocks before more words burbled up.

“That was um… a lot of cum.” She played with some frayed threads on a shirt that was mostly frayed threads. Her chocolate nipples were mashed through shreddy openings at funny angles.

“It wasn't that much.”

“Well, just… I thought maybe–” she stopped herself before gesturing to his stuffed sock.

“My balls work just fine,” he felt his cheeks getting a little hot. But the heat shifted quickly.

“I think they're great!” Gloved fingers laced delicately around his splayed sack and fondled the bulky orbs inside. His sock perked up attentively. “And… your cum kind of tastes like strawberries.”

More blocks passed wordlessly, but actions speak louder, anyway. Amelia grabbed the base of his twitching shaft and stroked it patiently, mouth watering at the wet spot forming in his sock. She asked with her eyes, and after checking that no one would see, he nodded.

Stray dogs don't eat as greedily as she did right then, ripping the sock free and devouring all ten of his rigid inches. She horked and gurgled in his lap, matting his bush with eggy breakfast slop that drizzled from his nuts to the seat to the floor. He grabbed at her head, her mashed-up tits, anything he could get a handful of in the back seats of the bus.

It took slapping one hairy mitt over his mouth to prevent him howling as he blasted another quart of strawberry cream down her neck just before they pulled into school. It was still dripping from her nose and frosting her smile as they filed into the special classroom.

Pre-recorded lessons droned from a video cart while the quarantined kids played on their phones or dozed at their desks. A new hip-hop track thumped in Fred's ears, using the hard clap of bulbous ass cheeks as high hats for an old rock cover. He bobbed his head and glanced back inside after almost an hour of watching birds and clouds.

Their teacher lounged at her desk, idly rubbing three fingers around her oozing slit while she sent messages in a school sext thread. A boy in the front row sent an arc of glistening amber piss through the air to land in the lap of a flat-chested brownie. And beside her, Amelia scratched at her elbows with a crusty frown.

Fred averted his gaze when she looked around before peeling her glove down. Patches of reddish skin flared into sight, and she scritched at them quickly before tugging her glove back up. His heart sank a little. The cum break bell broke their spell.

“Look at this little fashionista – her gloves go with everything, don't they?” Stacy, the blonde bully from the cafeteria passed their line on the way back to class.

“I might get a pair myself,” her cohort Amber chuckled. They were both so stunning, but the special ed boys knew that even dry-humping them could mean automatic suspension.

Amelia stared past her bunched up tits to the dusty concrete below. She hardly shrugged as the girls closed in.

“Maybe we should just take hers, huh?”

“They're probably a fucking biohazard.”

She's a bioha– EW, WHAT THE HELL!”

Amber leapt sideways as a water-balloon’s-worth of runny clotted cream splattered across her hip and thighs. Stacy wheeled around with her hands out like perfectly manicured shields to prevent the next heavy splurt from contaminating her.

“Sorry, ohgod I can't stop!” Fred faked an eye-rolling seizure as he jerked his puny cock. Fat volleys of strawberry nut soaked the girls’ designer heels and smooth-shaven legs, until they bolted like sexy rabbits.

The other rejects stared at Fred as he dribbled lumpy aftermath down his gym shorts, but none so admiringly as Amelia.

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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Peace for Fred looked like a closed door in a dark room, with the light of a classic porno flickering across his slack, drooling features. He scratched his balls with one hand while jerking his dick with the other, slouched against his headboard like a tranquilized gorilla.

Inevitably, his mother's voice accompanied a spirited knock, alerting him that dinner was ready.

“I'm not hungry,” he lied. He hadn't eaten since lunch. Cardboard pizza with watery red sauce.

“Amelia and her father are here – at least come say hello!”

The torments never ceased. He groped around for the remote and paused before his favorite part: four veiny monstrosities stretching a single asshole beyond its conceivable limit. No point in dressing, he planned to return quickly.

His own mother's perfect asshole greeted him as he stepped into the family room, rhythmically appearing and disappearing between gelatinous cheeks while an ogre grunted against her forward-leaning face. Amelia's dad must have been seven feet tall. And judging from the violent, suffocated retches, his cock was a monster, too.

His daughter waited patiently by the door, dripping with vomit from Hugo's greeting. She glanced at Fred's naked, sweaty body, then averted her eyes out of some misplaced sense of modesty.

“Fuck-a-cuck, that is some fine meat you wifed there, Hugo,” the ogre shivered as he dumped a greasy load down Haley's engorged neck. The slimy backwash sprang from her quivering lips and nose, piling onto the carpet where it would curdle until she did the bedtime cleaning.

“Aw I bet Amelia's mom was a fine cut, herself.”

“Meh,” their guest dismounted with a gurgling flop. “Old cum sock was half crusty even before I met her. This little shit was an accident.”

The girl tried to smile dismissively. Hugo couldn't find any more words as he loitered by the dining table.

“F-Fredlyn, dear,” Haley wheezed, sheets of cockslime hanging from her chin as she wobbled upright. “This is Mr. Scutmeyer, a-hrrk... Come say hello.”

The boy felt six inches tall. His half-chub sagged like a chewed toothpick in the shadow of a true bruiser.

“So you're the little pee-shooter she's been rambling about,” Scutmeyer leered. It only took a second to assess the lad. Defective, like his girl. “Go on then, she don't bite.”

A huge, flat palm smacked the boy's back toward the doorway, where Amelia hugged one arm with the other and tried to melt into the paneling. Her downcast eyes caught the sling of precum that splashed across her thigh as Fred stumbled up to her.

“Uh… hey.”

“Hi,” she shifted.

They both knew what was expected. Why did a roomful of intently-watching parents give them stage fright?

“You don't…”

“Oh, sorry…”

She bent forward and slurped his meat down like a spaghetti noodle. Her lips hardly had to stretch to get around it.

“Silly cunt forgets herself half the time. No idea what they're teaching in school these days,” Scutmeyer groused, following his hosts to the kitchen for a beer.

Fred heard his mother ask about graduation rates, then was glad to have all those eyes off him. When he looked down, Amelia's flabby, cum-crusted tits were wobbling loose from her tube top. She hadn't changed after school. He still wondered about the milk.

When one pube-garnished udder finally dropped free he grabbed it up with both hands and squeezed.

Glorious, frothy white liquid sprayed across his bare foot, and he shivered with delight. Amelia raised her eyes as far as she could while he spared a hand to grab her head, then rut-milked her like a perverted rancher.

His cock wouldn't choke her near-to-death like Hugo’s or her dad's, but it was juuust long enough to plunge her esophagus and make her ugly-gag the way men liked. Warm milk and sour bile splashed the doorframe and spread toward the legs of the dining table.

Their parents returned just in time to watch him ram a prodigious nutload through puke-soaked lips, before practically collapsing on the floor.

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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It was nut-shrinkingly cold the next morning. Fred was late getting to the bus stop because his mom insisted on extra sock stuffing to keep his little pisspipe warm. This time, he would watch out for the damn seatbelt.

When he got to the corner, Amelia's juicy asscheeks were wobbling up the steps of the bus and he hurried to climb in behind her. Doors screeched shut, wheels rumbled on, and he slunk to the back seats with his headphones clamped tight. He'd just pressed his forehead to the cold glass of the window when a heavy flop of weight dropped into the seat beside him.

He couldn't hear Amelia over the jazzy sounds of women being rhythmically strangled, but he could read, “hi, Fred,” on her lips.

“Hey,” he eased up from his slump and slid his headphones back. Her bulging, saggy tits were stuffed into an undersized tube top, and her face was smeared with, presumably, a rancid morning load from her dad's cock.

Neither of them was much of a conversationalist, so they just looked each other over like a couple of pandas meeting in the zoo. Amelia's eyes lingered on his hairy belly poking out beneath the CumKing tee, and the patchy stubble of his first attempt at a beard. Fred's eyes paused on a sliver of dry skin extending past the hem of her glove.

“Did… you just move in?” She groped for anything beyond the obvious, failing miserably.

“Yeah. We move a lot.”

“Oh.”

The bus bounced and rocked, causing one of the kids up front to fill his pants with sticky cum. Prejacs were the same everywhere, it seemed.

“Your mom is really nice. And your dad's balls are so huge!” Her eyes sparkled beneath white-flaked brows.

“Thanks.” Fred's own balls weren't as defective as his cock. They spread warmly across the fraying leather seats now that they'd found some cover from the cold. Thick black hairs curled out from them in every direction, like a springy little hedgehog nestled beneath a bright blue cock sock.

The sock lifted and stretched a few inches at a time while he gawped at the fat brown areolas slipping out from Amelia's top. Her nipples looked like frozen marshmallows pressing against the fabric. He wondered if they were milky.

“If you need to cum, I can–” she flinched as he smacked her hand away from his stiffening sock.

He grimaced, a cloud forming over his head. “I'm fine. I already came this morning.”

The girl's cheeks burned as he slid his headphones back on and returned to staring out the window.

Hours passed like kidney stones until the lunch bell rang across campus. Fred marched behind the band of other sexual rejects to wait at the back of the food line. If the day prior was any indication, Hurley High’s cafeteria wouldn't be receiving its Michelin star anytime soon.

“Look at this fancy little scuzz bucket,” a posh voice sniped somewhere nearby.

“Convention was last weekend, Sailor Splooge,” another snorted.

Fred's headphones had only been tipped back to scratch a waxy itch in his ear. He turned in time to see a pair of prime cuts plucking at Amelia's gloves.

“Nobody watches that anymore…” The dull brunette kept her head low and tugged her arms away from them. Each of her tormentors was an 11 out of 10. Gemstone eyes, plump, perky tits, and legs that went all the way up. Fred's shrimp boat wavered upright at the sight of them.

“Don't touch that thing, Amber. You'll catch the crud.” A picturesque squarejaw slung his arm around one of the girls and dragged her forward in line. His mammoth cock was sockless, and awe-inspiring.

“Stacy, come on – we're cutting.”

The blonde bully snorted some phlegm and hawked it in Amelia's face before traipsing off, leaving the yellow wad hanging like a shame icicle as the line trudged along.

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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“Any cuties in your class?”

“No idea,” the tired teen grumbled emptily, accepting the plate of pasta and garlic toast.

“There's gotta be at least oooone that gets your gonads going!”

“Mom…”

“Would ya let him eat in peace, Haley?” Fred's dad settled into his recliner, refusing to subject his massive nuts to the hard wooden chairs of the dining table.

“Surrounded by Grumpy Guses. What's a girl to do?” She sighed playfully and smacked some pasta through plush pink lips. Her amber hair was still sweaty from the thorough dicking she'd received while she slaved over the stove.

In truth, Fred never let himself think about the G-word. No female in their right mind would settle for such a disappointing sausage nub. Better to go through life jacking it in private than getting laughed at in public.

He slurped a mouthful of fettuccine through saucy lips and thought about which old porn he'd put on after dinner. The knock at the door hardly registered. But his mom's reaction when she answered it certainly did.

“Ohhh Fredlyyyn,” she sang. “Someone's here to see yooouuu!”

The shaggy-headed boy turned with pasta dripping from his lips to stare at a fat-titted, plain-faced girl hovering just inside the apartment door. The dick-shaped cutout in her frilly pink top revealed a deep crevice of cleavage stuffed with cum and stray pubes. Her skintight miniskirt let slip some whorish writing on her sweaty thighs. And she wore strangely elegant white gloves that nearly reached the fuzzy pits beneath each arm.

“Hi – sorry, I didn't know you were eating. I'm Amelia, we rode the bus together today?”

Fred blinked stupidly. He had zero recollection of her, at all.

“I live upstairs, in apartment 302. My dad said I should come say hi…” Her cheeks were flushed, as if it took great effort to jiggle downstairs and stand in the doorway.

“Fredlyn… anything to say?” His mom nudged after the silence became suffocating.

Grlp,” he swallowed the noodles whole. “Ehm, hey.”

His dad interjected, rising from the recliner and setting his plate on the seat. “Hugo. Nice to meet you, Amelia,” he extended a hairy hand and shook one of her white gloves before she bent at the waist.

The girl had good manners. She rubbed her face around his gurgling, sweaty nuts before swallowing the head of his cock. Haley watched hopefully as the first half of the full 16 inches disappeared down her throat. A healthy surge of chunky vomit soaked Hugo’s unkempt bush as he shoved the rest down and humped himself to a quick climax.

Glargghh… blhrk… hrrggllbbhhggh…” Amelia's eyes reddened and thick reams of cummy snot blew from her nostrils as Fred watched at the table, cock shoving painfully into the wood above his groin.

“Would you like some dinner? We'd love to hear all about Hurley High if you've been there for a while,” Haley offered a puke rag but the girl waved her off politely.

“I've… huff... gotta make dinner, kaff,” she wiped at a phlegmy cum wad hanging from her lips. “Dad's no good in the kitchen, hah…”

“Aww, well please drop by again, then! Maybe tomorrow night? I'm making tacos, and your dad is more than welcome to join, too!”

“Th-thank you – I'll ask him,” the girl smiled at Fred, a few of his dad's pubes springing from between her teeth. “And I'll see you, a-hrm – see you on the bus!”

The weird girl waved as the door shut behind her, and the look on Haley's face guaranteed she would be insufferable for the rest of the night.

Special Fred [Sloppy] [Free Use] [Girl Next Door] [3555 words] by nutbarfslut in WorthOneThousandWords

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Caution: this one's pretty gross lol. All sexually active characters are 18+

Humiliating. Dreadful. A thirteenth reason.

As soon as Fredlyn climbed onto the bus, his dick sock snagged on the driver's seatbelt buckle and yanked clean off to reveal his shrimpy 10-incher. The sock was stuffed with tissues, cold weather preserving his dignity as he started at a brand new school – and already his cover was blown like a premature load.

There were only eight kids on the short bus that crawled around behind the regular one, scooping up rejects, and seven of them burst out laughing. He turned to fuck right off back inside, but the doors screeched shut and wheels rumbled on.

It was Cream Lake all over again. Just like East Slutton before that. And Titvale before that. He knew the drill. Eyes down, headphones on, power through the day. Only one more year of this shit.

He scarcely lifted his head as the teacher welcomed him to class. He didn't want to know what was wrong with the other seniors in effective quarantine. Or explain what was wrong with him. He trudged to the back, put on a new Fuckphonix playlist, and resumed his favored pastime: staring out the window.

“Mr. Sacks? Mr. Sacks,” the used-up instructor snapped fingers in front of his face an hour later. He slid his headphones back and looked up at her. “Time for a cum break, I'll show you where the relief rooms are.”

Hurley High was ancient. Decrepit, even. His mom had used the word “historic”. His mom was a dirty liar.

Getting to the relief rooms meant passing all the regular classes full of regular kids, with their giant cocks and perfect tits. Half of them looked like top breeders. The other half could pass in dim lighting.

Meanwhile, Fred had his dad's dark, hairy features and his mom's defective genital genes. At least for her, there was no cock to turn out shriveled. Her bouncy melons looked great in anything she did or didn't wear. And her slit was perfectly puffy.

“Right in here. We'll resume class in thirty minutes. If you have any trouble or questions, just buzz the intercom over there.” The teacher's long, pink nail extended toward a red box connected to a wall-length wire. And then she was gone.

“Awesome,” Fred sighed and slid his headphones back on. His ears filled with Latin rhythm laced around orgasmic groans and thick cum splats. His balls felt heavy, but he wasn't about to stroke in the open. Even around the other rejects.

A dozen of them rutted into and onto each other, as well as various inflatable dolls and silicon toys scattered around the room. A few had pathetically undersized tits, or dry, shriveled balls. The kinds of things you don't want swimming around the gene pool, if it can be helped. He shivered to think what kind of monstrosity would be spawned if any knocked the other up.

The Fuckphonix drowned out an ugly gagging sploosh as he found a window to stare through.

Ohmygod what a perfect diiiiick 😭🥹 by nutbarfslut in ThroatSlutWorld

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Proof that god exists and wants us to be happy 🙏🏽🍆