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Moms Go Linux, And Other Windependence Winners
An anonymous reader writes "There's an entertaining article over at DesktopLinux.com entitled "Why Aren't All Our Moms Running Linux?", one of the winners of their recent wIndependence Day essay contest. From the introduction: 'Why aren't all our moms running Linux? This is a serious question, so don't laugh. I used to get phone calls about once a week, on average; it's my mom, telling me that "my computer is running out of virtual memory" or "my email keeps beeping at me" or "I can't read this document" or (the best one) "my computer is *broken*." I knew that, at the time, she was of course not running Linux. Then, one day, listening to yet another complaint, it hit me. Why aren't all our moms running Linux on their computers?" Maybe it's the cuddly Penguin logo? ;-)" They're adding the winning entries to the site week by week - I wonder how many are from Slashdot readers.
Look at all the noise in the last story you idiots!
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Does anyone know if employees at Microsoft like Linux? What do the developers at MS think about Linux?
"I'm a man!" I groaned. "I've been fucked by a man's cock! I'm not a boy anymore!"
I scooped Dad's and Uncle Brian's shit into my hands and smeared my body with their warm filth. Lying on the floor of the basement, wallowing in
the waste of these two men, I gazed up at the candles. They flickered silently. I lay at the foot of the cross as upon an altar where I was
the victim being offered up to the God of raunch!
Dad and Uncle Brian held me in their arms. Our filthy, smelly bodies rubbing against one another. My cock stirred and jerked upward within the confines of the leather jockstrap. I reached down and pulled it free, stroking it with my shit fillled hand.
The warmth of manturd on my cock, the stench that wafted into my nostrils made my body tremble and my asshole, my dirty asshole, quivered at the sensation it had just felt for the very first time!
My tight boy hole was no longer virgin territory. My father had filled me with his manhood and his seed. I belonged to him now in a special way.
Reaching up to my Dad, I grasped the back of his neck with my shitty hand and drew his lips towards mine.
"Am I a man now, Dad?" I whispered, as his lips grazed mine.
"Yes, my son!" he answered, softly. "You are now a man!"
Uncle Brian slid down, trailing wet kisses along my filth covered body. Closer and closer he slid his mouth towards my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he took my raunchy dick into his mouth and sucked. "Yeah! Suck my dirty dick, Uncle Brian! Fuckin' suck your
shit off my dick!"
I squirmed, thrusting my hips upwards, sinking my cock deep within my Uncle's mouth.
As he sucked on my dick, he reached up and to his left, ramming his fingers up his brother's asshole!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad groaned, welcoming this intrusion. "Fuck! Give it to me Brian. Fist my shitty hole!"
Slowly, Dad got up on all fours. He positioned himself over me, his cock hanging over my mouth.
"My fuckhole is so hungry, Brian! I need your fist up my ass!"
Uncle Brian took his mouth off of my dick and knelt between my outstreatched legs and Dad's upturned ass. He worked several fingers in and out of Dad's asshole. The pasty goo oozing out of Dad's shithole served as lube as Uncle Brian inserted all five of his fingers in Dad's butthole!
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me, little brother! More!" Dad groaned, pushing his hairy ass back onto Uncle Brian's disappearing fingers. The knuckles penetrated. Dad maoned out loud and reached for the bottle of Rush.
I could hear him inhaling the vapors from the bottle deeply. I sucked his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Dad cried out, as my head jerked upward to swallow his semi-hard cock and Uncle Brian's hand sunk into Dad's gaping, hungry hole!
"How's that feel, brother?"
"Fuckin' wonderful, Brian! Fuck me! Punch my ass, little brother!"
Uncle Brian scooped some of the shit from my body and coated his arm
with it. Sighing with animal lust he began fucking Dad's ass with his
fist.
"More! More!" Dad grunted, pushing his ass back taking more of Uncle
Brian's arm up his ass. "Find something up there you like, Brian?"
"I feel shit, Chris!" Uncle Brian yelled, "I can feel your fuckin' butt
slop!"
"Yeah! Dig for shit, little brother! Dig for my stinking shit! That's
your playground, Brian! Give it to me, fucker! Punch my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian pistoned his fist in and out of Dad's ass. When he withdrew
his hand completely I could feel Dad's warm shit oozing out of his
asshole onto my dick. I sucked his cock harder.
"Yeah! You fuckiin' cocksucker! Suck my dick, Philip! Suck it while
your Uncle fists my shitty asshole!"
"Fuckin' shit pigs!" Uncle Brian shouted. "We're fuckin' dirty pigs!"
"Fist my raunchy ass, Brian! Shove your fuckin' arm up my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian lunged forward. Dad's greedy hole swallowed his brother's
arm up to the elbow!
"Yes! Yes! You fuckin' bitch! Pound my ass, Brian! Suck my fuckin'
dick, Philip! Don't stop! Please don't stop, the both of you!
Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!"
Uncle Brian and I worked in unison giving pleasure to Dad. The one
fisting; the other sucking; Dad moaning in ecstacy.
"Need more!" Dad yelled. "I wanna feel Philip's fist up my ass with
yours too!"
I gasped as Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Get back there with your Uncle, Philip, and shove your fist up my
hungry asshole! I want you both at the same time!"
I wiggled myself from beneath my Dad and knelt beside my Uncle Brian
whose arm was embedded in his brother's shithole.
"There's some crisco in the toy bag, Philip. Lube your hand up with
it."
I retrieved the can and proceded to grease up my hand and forearm.
"Are you ready, Philip?"
"Oh yeah!" I hissed as Uncle Brian retracted his arm to his wrist.
"Fuck me, guys!" Dad hollered, "I wanna feel the both of you up my ass
digging for shit!"
"Slide your fingers up your Dad's ass, one at a time, Philip. Do it
slow. Take your time. When you're all the way in, hold my hand!"
I did as I was told. One finger at a time.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Give it to me, son!"
Slowly, my hand disappeared into the gaping, dirty hole. My hand slid
alongside that of my Uncle's and he curled his fingers around mine.
"Ah shit!" Dad let out a loud gasp. He looked back at us, his eyes
glazed with lust. "Fucking pigs!" he screamed. "Fuck me! Fist fuck
my shitty ass!"
In tandem, Uncle Brian and I pumped our fists deeper and deeper into the
willing, hungry asshole. As we fisted Dad's ass, Uncle Brian kissed me
deeply. Our mouths greedily sucking each other's tongues as our fists
punched away in the sewer of my Dad's filthy butthole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yeeeeessssss! Yeah! Pound my motherfuckin' dirty ass!
Fuck me! Dig the shit outta my ass, you fuckin' sluts! Fuckin' pigs!"
As I gazed upwards, the candles flickered softly, casting their glow
upon the cross which the three of us, eerily were kneeling before.
Together, we were upon the altar of Raunch. A new sacrificial lamb was
being offered up to the God of Shit!
I clasped my Uncle Brian's huge, uncut cock in my free hand and began
stroking.
"Jack me off, Philip! Make me cum!"
I pull and pull on his cock, milking the pre-cum from his pisshole. He
reaches for my dick and returns the favor. Stroke for stroke, we
masturbate one another as we bury our fists up Dad's filthy asshole.
A million shocks of pleausure envelope my body. I'm tingling all over.
So much has happened to me tonight. So many new discoveries. Pain with
pleasure. Pleasure with pain!
The journey that began several months ago has opened up for me a whole
new world that I embrace willingly.
"Yes! Yes! Jack me off too, Uncle Brian! I wanna cum again!"
Together, the three of us pull on cocks. We are untied, bound together
in a very special union.
"Fuck! Fuck!" we gasp in unison, "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"
Our bodies heave and tremble. Dad impales himself more deeply upon mine
and Uncle Brian's fists as he ejaculates upon the floor.
One by one. One right after another, our cocks explode sending ropes of
cum flying in the air.
As Uncle Brian and I retract our hands from Dad's ass, a slurping sound
is heard. His puckering bud flares and a foul smelling fart hisses from
his fisted hole. It's stink fills my nostrils as I collapse onto him,
my mouth at his asshole. Sucking. Nursing at the brown shit log he's
pushing out of his asshole into my mouth.
I tumble onto the floor, my mouth filled with Dad's shit. Uncle Brian
collapses beside me and kisses me deeply. A sloppy, slurping shit kiss.
Dad too, crashes to the floor, panting heavily in the aftermath of his
orgasm. He moans and releases a flow of warm piss that streams its way
towards Uncle Brian and I.
I am in heaven! The journey of a boy to manhood is completed.
Epilogue
January 1, 2000
It's cold outside. The wind is whipping snow against the window. I'm
making this enty into my journal sitting on a rim seat gazing at the
falling snow.
Dad is under the rim seat receiving my morning dump, the way he always
does, in his hungry mouth!
As for Uncle Brian. He lives here with Dad and I now. He's our lover.
We're each other's lovers. Strange isn't it, how things come about?
As Dad feeds from my asshole, Uncle Brian is sucking on my pissing cock.
Outside, the snow is swirling. Everything is beautiful. What more
could a sixteen-year-old teenage boy ask for?
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Mainly because he is a nigger.
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Josh had just completed his hell week - a straight 8 hour week of
tennis camp (if you must know, it's in southern CA). Plopping down on the
couch, he reflected on that day...what a week. It started out pretty
normal - dying in 107 degree weather doing drills that were supposed to
make you better and, failing that, so tired you couldn't complain. He
remember the first day when he saw her.
Josh was enjoying a nice cool break when a girl about his age came in.
She was quite cute and I found myself looking with interest at those tight
shorts and shirt she was wearing. And boy did HE like what he saw.
He had to get the name of this one girl. Casually in passing he asked
for the name from one of the coaches. Reegan. Interesting name, not a
usual name for a girl...but this was not a usual girl anyways. From what
Josh had seen of young females (which of course wasn't much - Josh is
young, remember) nothing compared to this young girl who was sitting
across from him.
The first few days passed without much incident between them, other
than stares (and Josh found that she was staring sometimes too - probably
noticed he had been staring - but quickly looked away when they met eyes).
The third day, they were stuck in the same tennis group. I personally
considered it a sign from heaven. I was SURE of it. Anyways, considering
we got water breaks together, we talked and talked and talked. I learned
where she was from, where she was staying, her dogs name and her cats name
and the reasoning behind it - small talk like that. I (yes, I am josh)
found myself attracted to this girl beyond belief. We had lunch together
twice (privately, not with the group...and the occasional
accidental-on-purpose touching of wherever it seemed least conspicuous -
her hands, arms, legs (under the table), one time while we were passing
through an enclosed space I even got a feel of her firm ass. My young
cock was straining through my shorts (TENNIS shorts, I had to run to the
bathroom and wait for myself to cool off). She even saw and smiled,
winked, but didn't say a thing.
Well, the next day came and it was a HOT day. Somewhere upwards of
100 degrees at 10:00. Needless to say, we were a bit warm. After lunch
at 1:00, we came outside again to the heat, and did a few drills. During
a water break, we sat on a bench together and talked. I got up, filled my
cup with water and sat down (ice cold water). Without warning, I
accidently-on-purpose drenched the front of her white shirt (!!) and
watched as she gasped and turned bright red. She was wearing a cute white
bra underneath and it looked quite nice (although before this i had
tantalizing glimpses of her underclotehs while she sweated - quite
prettily). Then she got a wicked gleam in her eye and took ice and shoved
it down the back of my shorts. Now one thing is drenching with
water...shoving ice down someone shorts is NOT very nice (geez, it was
COLD against my backside and cock when it finally slid around) and her
eyes were on me as I sqiurmed. I stuck a hand down the front of my shorts
to fish out the ice and wouldn't you know it a coach walked up. He asked
what we were doing (I suppose it would be quite...umm...suspicious if two
teens were sitting there with one person's hand down his pants and the
other girl staring at him with a wet t-shirt.). His eyebrow went up, but
he just ordered us back onto our courts. (we caught something as we
walked as he mumbled "kids..."). Soon I was greeted to her pretty ass
moving as she ran across the court, her developing breasts bouncing
slightly...(I don't think many people realize what is revealed when a
young girl wearing a tennis skirt bends down to pick up a ball...). Once,
i even hit that lucious backside with my hands as I accidently-on-purpose
bumped into her while she was picking up something. My hand just barely
stroked her panty-covered ass and she pulled away and blushed.
The next day was the day where we started to get a little more serious
about having some fun. We pulled the usual ice down the shirt/shorts (I
stuck a handful down her shorts and watched her eyes widen...). Drenched
each other with water, that sort of thing. Well, when we finished lunch,
it was extremely hot. I complained (I had nowhere to go - I lived in CA,
so I didn't need to spend the night at the tennis camp. Her, on the other
hand, lived more north, so she had a room there). I complained that it
was too hot and she teased me about how she had air conditioning and I
didn't. I growled in jest and said I wish I had one. Coyly she looked up
at me and asked if I would like to come back to her room.
Duh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...sure!
As we walked to her room, I slipped a hand around her waist. She
giggled and pulled away slightly but I kept my hand there. Sometimes
gently stroking her ass or leg but generally not doing too much. As we
arrived at the room, she opened the door with a key and pushed me against
the wall and kissed me.
Now, I don't know about you, but that's a pretty good indication that
she liked me. Her hands started running over me. I on the other hand,
did not like to be pressed against a wall. So I just turned and plopped
her against the wall and heard a muffled squeak from her lips while we
kissed. My hands slowly caressed her thighs underneath her skirt and she
giggled and kissed deeper.
(note: there were a set of rules that we agreed to when entering this
camp. The first few were like "No smoking" "No violence/fights" etc.
Another one was "I agree not to have sexual relations with an member of
the opposite sex or act in any way which may have sexual
overtones"...whoops, darn, broke another rule).
She pulled me over to the bed. I stood at the base of the bed while
she stretched out on the bed. GAWD she is beautiful. She lifted her
shirt, unhooked her bra, took off her skirt in less than 10 seconds. She
kept her panties on. There was a little wet spot forming in the middle of
those panties which intriuged me. I experimentally sucked on the crotch
of thoes panties and rubbed with my tongue a little. She moaned and
spread =her legs wide. of course, I was getting about as hard as a steel
pipe. I pulled her panties to one side and started to lap up the juice
that was trickling down from her beautiful lips. SHe gigled and pulled my
head deeper. I pulled away, and when she looked at me in question, I
swiftly streigthened her legs and pulled her panties down in one fluid
motion. She gasped and crossed her legs self-conciously. I patiently
uncrossed them and resumed my licking. It was pretty tight down there,
even for a tongue...but it was sure hot and wet and it tasted good! I
sucked gently on her moist pussy lips and stretched them a little with my
teeth. She moaned even louder now. I used my tongue to drift around and
explore while she giggled and moaned. Every time my tongue came in
contact with her clit, she gasped and giggled and jerked her bottom, which
I had quite a firm hold on with both hands and was squeezing every so
often. She started shaking and I wiggled a finger up her ass for a little
added effect. That almost put her over the top right there, but I didn't
stop licking. I nibbled sometimes on the sensative clit she had, and
licked all around to clear the juices out. She was now flowing like a
stream. She was shaking and moaning and I drank up her juices. As she
came onto my face she tightened up around my tongue and I grabbed her ass
hard when she did. She gasped and lay still for about 30 seconds.
"Your turn" was all she said.
She rolled me over and pulled me down onto the bed, at which point she
almost ripped off my clothes in effort to get at my young shaft. She
gigled as I jerked when she touched it and squeezed a little. She looked
questioningly up at me and I smiled and nodded. She started sucking the
tip very gently. I had my hands in her hair and pulled her head closer to
me. When I came, I gasped warning, but she swallowed every bit of my
young cum. She let it run down her mouth and all over her face and down
her body.
Well, now I was still hard. I licked her pussy again just to get her
started, then drifted up along her stomach. My face was still wet with
her juice and I rubbed it on her. She moaned as I started tentatively
sucking on a white breast and slowly licking the nipple. THose nipples of
hers were getting a bit hard, and I nibbled and bit on one, bringing a
gasp and a sigh from her. I swirled my tongue around the nipple and
continued to suck. Her other breast had the attention of my hands, caressing and pinching and tweaking and loving.
She started to juice a little again onto my legs and I drifted kisses up
her shoulders, onto her neck, and finally giving her a big wet french kiss
full of her juices on her mouth. She spread her legs again and this time
I wasn't going to use my mouth. My hands grabbed her ass and I thrust my
rock hard cock into her love nest. She gasped and her hands tightened on
my back, but then moaned and rocked on it, swerving and moving her hips in
time with a rhythm only she knew. She wrapped her legs around my backside
and rolled over and effectively impaled herself on my cock. She gasped
more and I felt the moist inside of her pussy begin to contract. She
rotated her hips along my cock and moaned. I decided to take my hands
from her ass and gently squeezed her breasts. THis made her moan more and
start shaking from the cock stroking her young pussy. My cock was still
not fully in. I could tell she was almost going to cum again (and so was
I) and I rolled her over onto the bed at which point I promptly shoved my
steel pipe all the way into her juice wetness. She gasped and whimpered
but then started milking my cock with her pussy. When she came and her
pussy clamped down on my cock and spurted goo onto it, she squeezed every
last bit of cum out of my exploding cock. When I was still cumming, she
pushed me up so I came on her body! Directing the white goo by holding my
shaft, I spurted all over her entire body. She closed her eyes, arched
her back, and enjoyed the feeling.
But now we had a problem. We were both covered in cum and sweat.
Luckily for her she had a change of clothes and my clothes were perfectly
dry. However, it wouldn't do to put on dry clothes on a sopping wet body.
So I picked her up and carried her to the shower. While she was under
the shower, I washed her off by putting soap on my hands and running my
hands on every part of her body, public and private. Up the pussy, into
the ass, around the breasts, etc. When I was under the shower, she did
the same although most of her time with her caressing soapy hands was
spent at massagin my cock. I came in the shower (and so did she after
massaged her pussy with my tongue) but luckily we cleaned up and got out
before we decided to do too much more. We dried off easily by drying each
other off with fluffy towels and then dressed.
The entire time we were there, we walked around hand-in-hand or with
my hands around her waist. We often kissed when we could find time and
privacy. And we even made love one more time before she left. I never
lost intrest in her and never will. During our second time, I kept her
clothes on and made her cum into her jeans and watched a dark spot grow.
Then I spanked her cute little ass after pulling up a skirt she was
wearing and pulling down the panties. When I spanked her, I shoved a
finger up her pussy every time I spanked so by the 10th time I spanked
her, she came into my hand. We tried nearly everything I could think of
having to do with sex in every possible way. Oral, 69, missionary, you
name it we did it. By the end of the week, we were quite experienced and
left each other with a kiss, love, and a lick.
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My wife and I have been married for five years and have enjoyed a long
monogamous relationship. I never claimed to be real experienced at sex prior
to our marriage and my wife went to the altar a virgin. However, we learned
quickly and developed a very satisfying sex life. In fact, both of us like to
have sex almost every day. If we can't for some reason, we both get kind of
cranky and obsessed until our urges are satisfied.
This has made us very compatible over the years. Tracy is a petite brunette
with an ass that turns heads (mine, at least). At 5' 1" and 102 lbs. she has
oversized breasts that capture one's attention. I thank heaven that she picked
me to be her life partner.
About six months ago I received a call from an old "buddy" saying he was going
to be in town for a couple of weeks and would like to get together with me and
my wife. Steve and I had been really close before he stole my girlfriend from
me our senior year. We had not talked since graduation. He went off to
college and became an architect while I got a job at the mill. The only reason
I eventually forgave him is because I figured he did me a favor. The girl I
had been dating turned out to be a total slut. She hadn't put out for me, but
had developed quite a reputation after Steve had finished dating her. A short
time later I met Tracy and my life has been wonderful ever since. Anyway,
Steve offered to buy Tracy and me dinner at a nice restaurant while he was in
town. During dinner, Steve mentioned he would be staying at a hotel out of
town because a convention had booked all the local rooms. Well, Tracy would
have none of that and kindly
offered the use of our extra bedroom for the duration of his stay.
Steve quickly accepted. We hardly saw Steve the first couple of days he stayed
because of his work schedule. However, Thursday evening Tracy accidentally
walked in on Steve while he was getting out of the shower. She ran back into
our bedroom gasping with a look of shock on her face. I asked her what
happened and she explained that she had seen
Steve naked. I told her it was no big deal. She said that it was indeed a big
deal, an eight inch big deal and he was not even hard. I laughed and didn't
think much more of the incident until later that night. My wife and I were
getting sexy and she was slowly stroking my 4 inches when she mentioned the
size of Steve's cock. She wondered how big it was hard. I told her that I
would ask. She giggled and said it was no big deal. We both had a good laugh
and some great sex.
The next day I thought "what the heck" and told Steve about the incident. He
laughed and said that for Tracy's information he was 12 " long when hard. I
looked at him in amazement, then shrugged thinking of my own size. I couldn't
believe that I had penis envy. Steve must have read my thoughts because he
asked me about the size of mine. When I told him 4 ", he thought for a second
and then leaned close and
said he knew how I felt. I gave him my "yea, right" sarcastic look. He lowered
his voice asked if I could keep a secret. I nodded and he said that a couple
of years ago his penis was even smaller than mine. I looked at him in further
disbelief. He looked me straight in the eyes and said "It's true, I found a
way to permanently increase the size of my cock!" My expression didn't
change. "I'll bet it could work for you
too! It's really pretty simple and doesn't hurt a bit!" he added in response to
my skepticism. I had to admit that I was intrigued by the thought. Steve
could somehow tell that I was interested but wary. He put his hand to his
chin like he was deep in thought, formulating an idea. Then he raised his
eyebrows as if he had just come up with some sort of idea.
"What?" I asked.
he satisfaction of helping out an old friend and perhaps make up for
taking my girlfriend all those years ago.
"Besides," he continued, "Tracy needs to experience the thrill
of a full size cock. Women who do are never the same again."
Later that night, I discussed our talk with Tracy. I asked her what she
thought of Steve's offer. Would she prefer me with a large cock? She was
silent for a while. Finally, she sighed and said "Well, if there is nothing to
lose.then what the heck?" I suspect that she was more excited than she let on
because the sex that night was some of our best ever. After we calmed down
she asked what the procedure was for the
"enlargement". I told her that Steve had not yet filled in the
details, but we would find out tomorrow. I woke up in the middle of the night
to find Tracy next to me in bed and rubbing her pussy. I pretended to just
roll over so she wouldn't notice that I was awake. The thought of being fucked
by a huge dick had obviously had its effect on her.
The next afternoon Steve called me into his room. He reached into a bag and
pulled out what appeared to
be an oversize transparent bicycle pump. "This is it!" he proudlyproclaimed.
I must have had a confused look on my face because he smiled and said "trust
me." He went on to explain the general procedure. I was to use this device 3
to 4 times a day to "invigorate" my member. He said it involved sticking my
cock into the end of the tube and pumping on the handle. During use of the
tube my cock would greatly expand in size until I came. After orgasm my cock
would return to its normal size. This would happen during the
"development" phase of the process. The development phase could last from a
couple of weeks to many
months if I slacked off on the invigoration. However, eventually the change
would come. When my cock
had become acclimated to the increased size, it would simply not get smaller
after an invigoration induced orgasm. Presto, huge cock! He said the best
part was that the invigoration part was fun. Tracy could even help out! He
even estimated that based on the size of my cock right now I could
anticipate 14 to 15" when finished. I would dwarf his own large member. He
also said that it was important to "set" the final size once achieved,
otherwise it might not "take".
According to him, setting the size requires a constant external pressure on the
penis just after final size is attained. This pressure somehow negates the
vacuum effect that the tube causes, thus setting the size. Fortunately, an
accommodating pussy does just the trick. I didn't really understand what he
was talking about. I was never all that great in science. But Steve assured
me that we could worry about that later. Besides, he said, "Tracy will love
it!" Well, that was all it took to get me started. I took the tube and headed
to the bathroom. My first attempt was a little clumsy, but I soon got the hang
of it. My cock really did look bigger in the tube. The orgasm shook my body.
I thought the treatment might end up being more fun than I anticipated. Later
that day I invigorated twice more until my cock was limp.
When Tracy came home I told her all about it. She got so charged up that she
jumped me on the spot. It was then that I realized the main side-effect. The
invigoration process left my cock too sore and tired to be of any use to Tracy.
I rubbed her off, but it just wasn't the same. She really needed cock to get
her excited. We both agreed the payoff would be worth it. After about a week
Steve prepared to leave for home saying he would be back in town in a couple of
weeks. He instructed me to keep with it and encouraged Tracy to
think of large cocks in her dreams. He knew it was only a mater of time before
her dream would be a reality. By this t. He had yelled for a towel and when she
entered to give it to him she saw he wasn't covered. Before he could grab the
towel, he had to cross the room from the tub. Tracy said that his cock was at
full attention the whole way, all 12 massive inches. She said she couldn't
keep her eyes off it. Steve took the towel and wiped his cock as he looked
into her eyes, all before covering up. Tracy quickly excused herself and told
me what happened. I assured her that it was certainly an accident and that the
lack of sex was affecting her judgment. Steve never mentioned a
thing, so I'm sure he was as embarrassed as Tracy was. He left for home a few
hours later and Tracy and I settled into our normal routine. I continued to
use the tube as often as possible. I couldn't wait until Tracy would feel my
cock inside her again. She must have felt the same way because I could feel
her rubbing herself off every night while she though I slept. After a couple
of weeks, I was hopeful that the change
would come any day now.
As it turned out, Steve didn't get back into town for about three weeks.
Again, he stayed in our spare room. Tracy seemed especially glad to see him.
I wanted to ask him if he thought treatment was working on me and when I could
expect some results. It was getting tiring using the tube three times a day.
My cock was like a limp rag doll between sessions. Tracy was starting to get
really cranky. After unpacking, I asked Steve for an assessment of my
progress. He said he wasn't sure, but everything appeared to be on track. It
could happen any day now. Tracy and I were thrilled. All that effort was
going to pay off. Steve cautioned us that although it "appeared good", the
final enlargement might still be some time away. There is no real way to
predict the exact time. He then asked me if I had thought anymore about
preparing to "set" the final size. I
told him that I didn't understand the question. He reminded me that it was
very important to complete the procedure otherwise all the effort could be
lost. I must have looked puzzled. Steve took a deep breath and said
"remember, the best and easiest way to achieve the proper pressure is to fuck
an accommodating pussy." I did vaguely recall him mentioning that. I asked
what the problem was, Tracy has been waiting for this moment for 4 weeks.
Steve shook his head and repeated "Accommodating! Do you think Tracy will
be able to handle all 14 " of yours when she has been used to your original 4
"?" I stuttered "I, I, I don't know. I guess we'll just have to try."
Steve asked if I was willing to risk all that hard work. Would Tracy be
willing to put up with another month or more of no sex? Steve was right, I had
to make sure this worked. I asked what we could do. Steve thought a few
seconds and said "I think you have several options. You could find a hooker or
someone else able to accommodate your large size. Of course they would have to
be close by whenever you invigorate. I'm not sure how Tracy would like that.
A second option is to use something , like a dildo, to expand Tracy prior to
the big day. I'm sure it would take several sessions and there is the danger
of latex poisoning. A third option is to find some sort of device to simulate
the correct pressure, and hope it's right the first time. Finally, you could
find someone with a penis large enough to open Tracy up to within a reasonable
proximity of your 14 inches. " Well, I knew a hooker was out of the question,
Tracy would never stand for it. Certainly, a device was too risky. That left
the dildo or, unfortunately, a surrogate penis. I was against the last option
and was sure it would not be acceptable to Tracy. Thankfully, Steve noticed my
discomfort with the idea and put some of my fears to rest. He informed me the
expansion process using a surrogate was really a "clinical" kind of procedure.
It wasn't as if someone would be making love to my wife. It was more like a
therapist giving a massage. I still wasn'tconvinced.
Tracy and I discussed our options later that night. Steve had painted a pretty
scary picture of what can happen with latex poisonier heard of the problem, but Tracy is very nervous about potential pussy
related illnesses. A simple yeast infectioncommercial gets her upset. Steve
and I had many a laugh over that on his last visit. At that point it seemed as
if all our acceptable options had eliminated themselves. I asked Tracy if she
thought we should call the whole thing off . Was a large cock worth the price
that she would have to pay? Tracy thought about it for a moment, gave me a
little hug, and told me that she was willing to make any sacrifice for my sake.
Besides, she didn't want to think that we had wasted all that effort and it
really would be more like a trip to the doctors office. O.K., Maybe more like
a house call. It was decided. As distasteful as it seemed, we would need
someone to prepare Tracy to accommodate my cock. We were out of other options
as we saw them, we both knew we would have to see it through to the end.
It was Tracy who first suggested Steve for the task of preparing her. She
again accidentally walked in on him while he was naked, this time in his room.
This time he had been masturbating as she walked in. He had asked her earlier
to stop by to help him sew on a button. As she walked in, he saw her and gave
his cock another couple of quick strokes and exploded in orgasm sending cum
high into the air. She gasped and felt weak but managed to quickly exit from
the room. Later that night as I was finishing my invigoration she relayed the
story while wildly rubbing her cunt. As I was cleaning up she told me how
sorry she felt for him. He didn't appear to have a girlfriend and was left to
seek his own release. She then lit upon an idea. Steve was such a good
friend, and obviously knowledgeable, wouldn't it be nice to let him do the
honors with her. He was the size we were looking for and certainly knew what
was required. I was apprehensive about having Steve be with my wife but she
seemed to settle on him as the one. She asked me if I would approach him about
it. I reluctantly agreed. After all, Steve had been a great help through all
of this and any penis envy that I had would soon be over. When I asked him,
Steve seemed surprised and expressed some concern about my reaction to someone
ministering to my wife. I said I thought I could handle it as long as I was
there to comfort my Tracy. He disagreed. He said that it was his experience
that its not a good idea to have the husband around during this kind of
activity. He couldn't do it if I was there. His concentration would not be on
the job at hand. Doctors don't allow family members into the operating room.
I told him that I admired his clinical attitude and that I guess I could stay
out of the
way. Based on my concession, he agreed to do it. He then added that they
should start soon because my expansion could occur any day.
That evening Steve entered our bedroom about 8:00 to start the treatment on
Tracy. I watched television in the living room. Occasionally, I would hear a
yell or a knock from the bedroom. I used the device twice waiting for them to
finish. Eventually I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up the next
morning, Tracy was in the shower and Steve was nowhere to be found. When Tracy
was dressed I asked her how the night went. She smiled and said it was all
right. I prodded her for more but she was reluctant to talk about it. I
figured that she didn't enjoy it all that much, plus the situation waskind of
awkward. I was actually kind of surprised when Steve and Tracy retreated to
the bedroom later that evening. Tracy was determined to see this thing
through. The pattern repeated itself for the remainder of the week. Tracy
still didn't want to talk much about it and Steve was only home long enough to
slip into bed with her. I did notice that Tracy had
settled down to her old self back when we used to fuck every day. However the
treatment was going, it seemed to be helping her. Friday was the day Steve
left for home. He got up early in the morning, showered, and stopped by the
couch on his way out. He shook me awake and thanked me for allowded. He cautioned against using the device for longer than another couple
of months, something should have happened by then. He said he would be back
every couple of weeks and would make sure he kept Tracy ready for me until
then. I got up and opened the door for him and thanked him for all his help.
After he left, I slowly walked down the hall into my bedroom. Tracy was
sleeping lightly. She was wearing a skimpy little teddy with no panties on. I
had never seen that outfit before. She looked great in it. The light from
the window shown across her legs and stomach. Her legs were spread open and I
peered down at her pussy. Her cunt was gaping wide open and cum was all over
her face, tits, stomach, pussy and legs. Her hairless cunt lips were engorged
and glowing red.
Her nipples thrust out like pencil top erasers. Even her clit was standing at
attention. The enormity of her once tight cunt amazed me. My entire penis
could fit inside the opening without touching the sides. Some time during the
week she had shaved off most of her pussy hair, leaving only a small triangle.
It was matted and soaked with cum. .
Steve returned two more times after that and stayed for a week each time. Each
week was similar to the first week; me on the couch and him working with my
wife in our bed. He continued to splatter cum all over her. I was allowed to
stop in every morning after he left to check on Tracy. Here cunt was always
huge and covered with cum. I even suspected that she was giving him oral sex.
I would notice drops of cum on her chin and cheeks. She never did that to me.
Finally, one morning Steve said he would be leaving and probably wouldn't
return. He said that he had stretched out Tracy as far as possible and that
his mission was accomplished. She was ready and no longer needed him. I
thanked him for all his helpwhen he informed me that if my cock wasn't larger
in another couple of weeks, it probably never would be. On rare occasions it's
not effective. He told me I could hang on to the expansion device no matter
what happened. I told him I would keep using it for a while and would darn
well pay for it too. After all, I was the one it was helping. I was kind of
surprised at the price he said he paid, but figured it would be worth it in the
long run. I handed him a check for $475 and thanked him again for all his
help. He truly was a good friend. With that he walked out the door and I
never saw him again.
A couple of weeks passed and I remained 4 " long. In that time Tracy seemed
to lose interest in her once nightly rubbing sessions and did not appear at all
concerned with her lack of sex. Whatever Steve had done, it was having
positive effects. I found it curious that Tracy had taken a liking to her
carefully trimmed pussy and spent considerable time grooming it. Finally after
another 2 weeks, I decided to quit using the device and get back to my old
life. I was disappointed that I wasn't successful, but at least Steve, Tracy
and I gave it our best shot. I convinced Tracy to try sex with me the next
evening. Try is the appropriate word because we both could not feel a thing.
I couldn't even cum, there was no friction at all. It was like humping air.
We tried a couple of more times but to no avail. I felt inadequate. I
couldn't please my own wife. Several weeks later I returned home from work to
find her in bed with a stranger. When I walked in, he turned to me and pulled
his cock out of Tracy's cunt and showed it to me saying "fourteen inches!".
Tracy just guided his cock back in and moaned.
If it weren't for the fact you are a fucking teenage American twit, I might believe you. I know your moms are fucking hicks who say caw for car; so I doubt this very much.
Go check out where people of your inbred American calibur should be. That is, into scat.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the
name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where
I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the
same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny
Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this
time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club
with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was
stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for
a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance
her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple
of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across
the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no
boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the
sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best
opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always
mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8
of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is
very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like
being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we
ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us,
shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying
"Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly
and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her
sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an
attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue
track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body,
repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet
she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks.
After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the
babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the
pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year
old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it
if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and
immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her
to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat
bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with
them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue
eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could
all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking
babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or
his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I
was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush
childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes.
It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced
the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm
not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for
being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for
having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than
once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women
and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of
ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and
Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and
hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity
for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day,
the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her
little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it
is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no
rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn
very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument.
It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which
we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her.
As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom
and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the
fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first,
and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the
child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men
alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in
her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each
hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant
spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young
teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being
made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her
lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to
receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess
was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo
poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra
via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its
deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and
female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal
sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back
against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of
your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your
cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them
and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then
you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on
her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is
to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean
across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above
her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that
part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and
kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On
day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a
long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things
we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in
her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer
cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including
many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into
her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and
around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in
total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones
directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage
face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks).
Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love
needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on
Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her
uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was
when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was
performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became
more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't
want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we
planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme
tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's
steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top
four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy
uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature
(she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed
down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all
the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot
steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself.
I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that
we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I
told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might
consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening
to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life.
She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to
her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time,
each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look
into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her
execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her
pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short
life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made
the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding
them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could
see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I
had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began
screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet
and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself
again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to
be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful
mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a
torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd
specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a
turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had
control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day.
He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank
you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment
of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from
inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody
tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her
legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale
face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat
dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went
to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to
death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment,
almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her
useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency
surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs,
Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries,
vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining
of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough
to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by
piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of
adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown
no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and
we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news.
Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness.
Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She
looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it
was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up
at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber.
This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we
had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an
overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but
meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold
her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first
thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out
again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had
another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina.
A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the
chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty
blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose.
Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all
gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the
charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio,
you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore,
having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large
breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs.
You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you
are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex
toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your
gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young
tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your
life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes,
lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life,
Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat
teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat
her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't
have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of
a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of
each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The
female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open
would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while.
Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in
turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge
of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off
the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10
minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons
use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had
a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led
Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be
killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and
put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying
to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords
to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to
their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled.
Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real
terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would
have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a
sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its
wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the
legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we
wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a
small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's
genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal
handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted
into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an
orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from
the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter
brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an
inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft
up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive
the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into
Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her
body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her
vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and
two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my
other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now
easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming
teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its
own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her,
through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach
and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could
penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc
on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help,
easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft
should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her
lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth.
Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It
finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I
was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her
drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and
plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We
all came on Carolina's face as she died.
So, your mom can judge aesthetics and performance, but can't tell the differnce between linux and windows?
Why was linux there in the first place? Do you share a computer with your mom?
But she should, damnit!
Love it.
"I've heard WinXP removed the cmd/command prompt."
No, Microsoft didn't remove the CMD.EXE or COMMAND.COM prompt from Windows XP. But Windows XP has reduced functionality, in many ways, not just in the command line. The command line is a big embarrassment because of its limited capabilities, but at least in Win 95 it worked. With every version since then it has worked less well. (There are two kinds of command prompt, and, according to Microsoft employees, the differences between them are not documented.)
The command line prompt sometimes begins to display short file names. Microsoft employees say that Microsoft has no fix, although someone not connected with Microsoft did make a work-around.
Cutting and pasting into a command line program often puts successive extra spaces before each line. Microsoft employees say that there is no plan to fix this.
The fast paste mode that is in Windows 98 is gone in Windows XP. Microsoft employees say there is no plan to fix this.
When using the command line interface, Windows XP doesn't always update the time. After several hours, the time reported to command line programs can be several hours in error.
There is a DOS program called START.EXE that can be used to start other programs. But it does operate the same way as in other versions of Windows. It starts a program, but cannot be made to return control to the command line program as previous versions did. There is no technical reason for this; it is just one of the shortcomings that are allowed to exist.
People often say that DOS has gone away. But Microsoft still calls the command line interface DOS, and in Windows XP Microsoft has added new programs for configuring the OS that work only under DOS.
Sometimes when you press a key while using Windows XP, it is seconds until there is any response. Apparently there is something wrong with the CPU scheduler in XP, because there are a lot of complaints about this in the forums and MS people have said that they are working on it. On one particular fresh installation of XP, on an Intel motherboard with either a Matrox G550 or an ATI Radeon video adapter, it requires 18 seconds to display a directory listing of 94 items. This is apparently related to a bug in the video software, not the adapter drivers.
Something is wrong with the Alt-Tab display of running programs under Windows XP. If there are a lot of programs, not all of them are displayed. The order jumps around in a seemingly random way.
Although articles often say negative things about Microsoft, I've never seen an article that fully documents how bad the situation really is. Microsoft's management is so bad that the company has become self-destructive. For example, Windows XP is spyware. Here is a list of ways Windows XP connects to Microsoft's servers:
- Application Layer Gateway Service (Requires server rights.)
- Fax Service
- File Signature Verification
- Generic Host Process for Win32 Services (Requires server rights.)
- Microsoft Application Error Reporting
- Microsoft Baseline Security Analyzer
- Microsoft Direct Play Voice Test
- Microsoft Help and Support Center
- Microsoft Help Center Hosting Server (Wants server rights.)
- Microsoft Management Console
- Microsoft Media Player (tells Microsoft the music you like)
- Microsoft Network Availability Test
- Microsoft Volume Shadow Copy Service
- MS DTC Console program
- Run DLL as an app
- Services and Controller app
- Time Service, sets the time on your computer from Microsoft's computer.
- Microsoft Office keeps a number in each file you create that identifies
your computer. Microsoft has never said why.
- Microsoft mouse software has reduced functionality until you let it connect
to Microsoft computers.
These are just the ones I know. There may be others.So, if you use Windows XP, your computer is dependent on Microsoft computers. That's bad, not only because you lose control over your possession, but because Microsoft produces buggy software and doesn't patch bugs quickly. For example, as of July 7, 2002, there are 18 unpatched security holes in Microsoft Internet Explorer. This is a terrible record for a company that has $40 billion in the bank. Obviously, with that kind of money, Microsoft could fix the bugs if it wanted to fix them. Since the bugs are very public and Microsoft has the money, it seems reasonable to suppose that top management at Microsoft has deliberately decided that the bugs should remain, at least for now.
It seems possible that there is a connection between all the bugs and the U.S. government's friendly treatment of Microsoft's law-breaking. The U.S. government's CIA and FBI and NSA departments spy on the entire world, and unpatched vulnerabilities in Microsoft software help spies.
Windows XP, and all current Windows operating systems, have a file called the registry in which configuration information is written. If this one (large, often fragmented) file becomes corrupted, the only way of recovering may be to re-format the hard drive, re-install the operating system, and then re-install and re-configure all the applications. The registry file is a single, very vulnerable, point of failure. Microsoft apparently designed it this way to provide copy protection. Since most entries in the registry are poorly documented or not documented, the registry effectively prevents control by the user.
Note that Microsoft does not support making functional complete backups under Windows XP. Look at Microsoft's policy about this: Q314828 Microsoft Policy on Disk Duplication of Windows XP Installation. Only those who work with Microsoft software will understand the true meaning of Microsoft's policy. Since almost all programs use the registry operating system file, if you cannot make a functional copy of the operating system you cannot make a functional copy of all your application installations and configurations. There are other software companies that try to fix this, but they don't work well, and Microsoft can, of course, break their implementations, as they have often done with other kinds of competitors.
Because the configuration information for the motherboard and the configuration information for the are mixed together in the registry file, the registry tends to prevent you from moving a hard drive to a computer with a different motherboard. That's another implication of the above Microsoft policy. So, if you have a motherboard failure, and a good complete backup, you may not be able to recover unless you have a spare computer with the same motherboard.
Note that Windows XP Professional can support only ten simultaneous incoming network connections. If you want more than that, you must use Windows 2000 server, and pay much, much more. (There is no Windows XP server yet.) Many businesses have very light network traffic; they just move files from staff member to staff member; they really don't need a dedicated server computer. The staff computers could easily handle the load except for this artificial limitation.
Apparently because the Windows XP GUI comes from Windows 98, Windows XP has the same problem with desktop icons that Windows 98 has. The icons sometimes flicker. Sometimes they move themselves around, particularly after the user switches monitor resolutions. Also, sometimes the taskbar settings un-configure themselves, as they do in Windows 98.
Only technically knowledgeable people know how to avoid signing up for a Microsoft Passport account during initial use of Windows XP. The name Passport gives an indication of Microsoft's thinking. A passport is a document issued by a sovereign nation. Without it, the nation's citizens cannot travel, and, if they leave, won't be allowed back in their own country. In Microsoft's corporate thinking, the company seems to be moving in the direction of believing that they own the user's computer. Most people are both honest and intimidated. Apparently about 95% do whatever they are asked on the screen. They give their personal information to Microsoft. They don't realize that, if they feel forced to get a Passport account, they should enter almost completely fictitious information, since the real question is not "What is your name and address", but "Can we invade your privacy". The honest answer to this is "No, you cannot invade my privacy", and the only effective way to communicate that is to give completely fictitious information. Since it is the educated people who have computers, Microsoft is building a database of the personal lives of educated people. Microsoft knows when they connect and from what IP address (which tends to show the area), what kind of help they ask, and information about what they are doing with their computers, including what music they like. It is not known, and there is no way to know, how much Microsoft or other organizations make use of this information, or their plans for future use.
Not only has Windows XP definitely gone further in the direction of allowing the user less control over his or her own machine, but with Palladium, Microsoft apparently intends to finish the job: Microsoft will have ultimate control over the user's computer and therefore all his or her data. Even now, under Windows XP, a recent security patch requires that the user agree to a contract that gives Microsoft administrator privileges over the user's computer. The contract says that if a user wants to patch his or her system against a bug which would allow an attack over the Internet, he or she must give Microsoft legal control over the computer. See this article also: Microsoft's Digital Rights Management-- A Little Deeper. You may need to be a lawyer to take apart the crucial sentence. "These security related updates may disable your ability to copy and/or play Secure Content and [my emphasis] use other software on your computer" legally includes this meaning: "These updates may disable your ability to use other software on your computer." Note that the term "security related updates" is meaningless to the user because the updates have no relation to user security. So, the sentence effectively means that Microsoft can control the user's computer without notice and whenever it wants. That kind of sentence is known in psychology as "testing the limits". If there is no strong public complaint about this, expect to see more and stronger language like this.
This Register article shows the direction Microsoft is going: MS Palladium protects IT vendors, not you. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and Microsoft is well down that road. See this ZDNet article, also: MS: Why we can't trust your 'trustworthy' OS.
Microsoft's self-destructiveness does not mean that the user should be self-destructive. There is no need to apologize for using Microsoft software. The correct solution to abuse is persuading the abuser to stop being abusive. Once I posted to a Slashdot story a link to an article on a web site of mine. By far the majority of visitors from the Slashdot story used Microsoft operating systems. Rather than feel embarrassed because Microsoft is abusive, action needs to be taken to prevent the abuse. If you are against Microsoft abuse, you are not against Microsoft; you are more pro-Microsoft than Bill Gates.
These Microsoft policies mean that any government which wants to be independent of the United States government, and any government which represents itself as controlled by the people, cannot use Microsoft operating systems, or other Microsoft proprietary systems.
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