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cosyne writes "Saw this story on BBC News about charging people £5 per day to drive in central London. The interesting part: they plan to use surveillance cameras to snap liscence plates and compare to a database of people who paid. That's the same as stopping terrorism, right?" We mentioned this issue in an earlier story. It's an interesting challenge: the UK authorities have a problem (too much traffic in London) which is not susceptible to the usual solution (too many ways into London, can't put tolls on all of them) and so they're looking for new solutions - except most of the possible solutions are privacy-invasive in one way or another.
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This early post for ida!
seriously yo.
I heard some sad news on talk radio this morning. Towelhead terrorist Osama Bin Laden was found dead in a Pakistan cave Saturday. There weren't anymore details. Truly an American icon. He will be missed.
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes!
"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?
You tell me!
YxQmNx7ZNd
One more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered *BSD community when IDC confirmed that *BSD market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all servers. Coming on the heels of a recent Netcraft survey which plainly states that *BSD has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. *BSD is collapsing in complete disarray, as fittingly exemplified by failing dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a Kreskin to predict *BSD's future. The hand writing is on the wall: *BSD faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for *BSD because *BSD is dying. Things are looking very bad for *BSD. As many of us are already aware, *BSD continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of blood.
FreeBSD is the most endangered of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time FreeBSD developers Jordan Hubbard and Mike Smith only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: FreeBSD is dying.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.
OpenBSD leader Theo states that there are 7000 users of OpenBSD. How many users of NetBSD are there? Let's see. The number of OpenBSD versus NetBSD posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 NetBSD users. BSD/OS posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of NetBSD posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of BSD/OS. A recent article put FreeBSD at about 80 percent of the *BSD market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 FreeBSD users. This is consistent with the number of FreeBSD Usenet posts.
Due to the troubles of Walnut Creek, abysmal sales and so on, FreeBSD went out of business and was taken over by BSDI who sell another troubled OS. Now BSDI is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.
All major surveys show that *BSD has steadily declined in market share. *BSD is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If *BSD is to survive at all it will be among OS dilettante dabblers. *BSD continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, *BSD is dead.
Fact: *BSD is dying
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You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes!
"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?
You tell me!
Ytzrc7ATkm
I'm in league with satan
.]
I was raised in hell
I walk the streets of Salem
Amongst the living dead
I need no one to tell me
What's wrong or right
I drink the blood of children
Stalk my prey at night
[Chorus .
Look out beware
When the full moon's high n'bright
In every way I'm there
In every shadow in the night
Coz I'm evil in league with satan
Evil in league with satan
[2] I'm in league with satan
Obey his commands
With the goat of Mendes
Sitting at his left hand
I'm in league with satan
I love the dead
No one prayed for Sodom
As the people fled
[3] I'm in league with satan
I am the masters own
I drink the juice of women
As they lie alone
I'm in league with satan
I bear the devils mark
I kill the new born baby
Tear the infants flesh
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as ``Cameras in UK for Troll Enforcement''.
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Something that would be of use around here perhaps...
- SMJ - (It's not just a name: it's a bad aftertaste.)
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
"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?
You tell me!
MlDppl6bn0
Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate
Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat
Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene feelings deep inside me
Dislocating, separating a blood
Drenched body
Begin the anal grounting
Awaiting insertion, to rip out intestine
Bodily destruction
Vulgar molestation
Treachery never ending soul ripping
Lifeless Bodies not, petrified
Cloggins veins
Presure building
Scabbing clotted sores dehydrate
Condemned to life of obscurity
Dismal dimensions of my being, I explore my thoughts through murder
Devoting my life to mutilation
Screams of blood saturate, grubs feed on dilapidated
Stumps, darkness overshadowing the killing
Eyes now dialate
Bodies disintegrate
Razor sharp hooks implanted in your rectum
Splitting bodies, spilling guts on the ground
Sodomizing living beings with my utensils
Stabbing on your life stripped of all your skin
Disgusting to the world
Beauty to my eyes
The body lying naked, discharging my infection
Invigorating while I kill, intoxicating
Invoking suffering on human beings
Grinding orifices my only therapy
Sculpting gore
Muscle tissue
Reshaping
Mounds of flesh, deformation
Skulls of victims stacked like trophies
Bleeding from your arse sudden blood ejection
XDFGF
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DTABN
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been for about
ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that
always looks like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a
lot of sun. When I go to a bar I'm usually one of the few men who
actually get sought out by the women. It's not unusual for a woman
to come up to me and start a conversation and make it very clear by
her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and one thing
only: the cock in my jeans.
I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in
college. We had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at
community college, where he's trying to work his way up to the top
spot on the school tennis team. Unfortunately, my wife passed away
about three years ago from breast cancer. It was very traumatic for
me and Adam, but was especially hard because it intensified the
rebellious phase that Adam was already starting to go through as a
teenager. Fortunately, he's straightened out a lot since then, even
wearing a crew cut these days instead of the unkempt mop of light
brown hair he wore in high school.
He's my pride and joy, a beautiful guy. He's a bit shorter than me
at 6' even, 160 lbs., light brown hair -- mine is darker -- and,
since he plays a lot of tennis, long and extremely powerful, muscular
legs. It's amazing to me the position I've gotten myself into with
him. Though everything I've said sounds pretty normal, the fact of
the matter is that I have basically resigned myself to the fact that
Adam is my Master and I am his slave and toilet. Let me tell you how
things got to this point.
I didn't even think about women for almost two years after Melissa
died. And when I started having sexual thoughts at all, they were
about her. She and Adam and I had been a great team, and the good
things I felt about the three of us seemed to prevent me from
thinking them about other women. Eventually, though I had NEVER had
any sexual thoughts about guys, some of those good feelings toward
Adam began to develop a sexual component, probably because I was so
undersexed at that point. Though it almost amazes me to write it, I
found myself looking at his body the way women routinely look at
mine: noticing his strong legs, his compact frame, his round firm
butt, even the bulge in his jeans and tennis shorts. Little did I
know that within a few months I would have put myself in a position
to spend my life worshipping and serving that cock and that ass.
I began trying to spend as much time around Adam as possible, coming
home early to be with him when he got back from school so I could
smell his manly scent after the team practice. I checked out his
body and encouraged him to feel free to wear few clothes around the
house, which he tended to do anyway. I started doing his laundry,
sniffing each pair of underwear and each jockstrap, trying to smell
the smell of his crotch and hoping he had left some skidmarks to
sniff out and maybe even taste. He still lives at home now, even
though he's 19 and in college, because the college is nearby and it
saves us a lot of money.
But you're probably still wondering, how did you become his slave
and, what's more, his toilet?! Well, eventually, I couldn't take it
any more. I waited till Adam was asleep one night and quietly snuck
into his room. I looked at his beautiful body in what little light
was coming through the mostly-closed window. He was sleeping on his
stomach and that gorgeous ass, covered in only his jockey briefs, was
jutting out for my view. (I love the way it looks in his lycra
tennis shorts, but this was even better!) I turned him over as
softly as possible -- it took a while -- and gently, slowly pulled
down his briefs to reveal that gorgeous, 18-year-old cock, bigger
than a boy's but not yet fully developed. I couldn't help myself. I
put my face into his crotch and smelled the smells I had only whiffed
in his underwear, the smell of a stud's crotch. I opened my mouth
and took in his cock, working up and down the shaft and even taking
in his balls for a while. I kept sucking him off, loving every
forbidden second of it, until finally he came in his sleep in my
mouth. I drank down his seed, the seed of the son I had created with
my own seed eighteen years earlier.
I thought he was asleep, but now I realize how silly I was to think
he would actually come without realizing what was going on. After I
cleaned him up a little with a tissue, I left his room as softly as I
could and went back into my room to relive what I had just done.
Well, I decided I had to do it again. I loved it!!! So the next
night I went back and followed the same plan, only this time I was
burying my face on his cock when all of a sudden he put his hands on
my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. "What are you doing?!" he
asked, with what sounded like genuine surprise. "Why are you sucking
my cock? You're my father! I can't believe you were raping me like
that!" "I'm sorry, son," was all I could say -- I couldn't believe
what I was doing, much less planned out a response when he inevitably
discovered me -- and then I begged him to let me finish. He silently
acceded, shoving his cock violently back into my mouth and holding my
face in his crotch until he shot down my throat. I left without a
word and went back to my room, tossing and turning and not getting to
sleep until about 4am.
At 11 in the morning -- which was a Saturday, fortunately -- Adam
knocked on my door and woke me up. I opened it and let him in,
looking at him sheepishly, wondering what he thought of me. "We have
to talk," he said, and I thought I had at least some idea of what the
conversation was going to go like. Boy, was I wrong! Adam explained
to me that he had realized the first night what was going on and
decided to get it on tape. So he set up a tape recorder the
following night and had gotten on tape my confession to raping him,
sucking his cock, and begging him to let me continue! He told me
that he had gone this morning and made several copies of that tape
and that they were all safely hidden and would only be distributed by
him if I did not accept the terms he was about to lay out.
Before I heard them I knew I had no choice but to accept them. I had
no idea what they would be but I didn't think they would be anything
too major. In any case, though, I had never broken any major law in
my life and would do anything to stay out of prison. I also
instantly thought of how many people Adam could ruin my life by
giving a copy of that tape to: not just the cops but my bosses, my
clients, my parents, almost anyone! I knew that what I had done was
totally wrong but had no idea that it would subject me to a life of
servitude and toilet slavery.
Then Adam told me that just as I had been tough on him in recent
years, getting on his case for everything he did that I perceived as
overly "rebellious," he was going to be tough on me, only it was
going to last all my life. Then he told me that he had enjoyed the
service I had given him and that I was going to be his sex slave from
now on. Whenever he ordered me to do anything -- suck his cock, lick
his balls, rim his ass, bend over and take his cock up my butt,
anything -- I was to do it IMMEDIATELY or he would take a belt to me.
He also said that since I had several times humiliated him in front
of his friends, he thought he had come up with the perfect way to
most abjectly humiliate me: namely, that I was to serve as his human
toilet for the rest of my life!
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first thing that came to
my mind was not even what a predicament I had gotten myself into but
the fact that Adam was even thinking of things like them, much less
saying them and enforcing them!! But there was never a trace of
doubt in my mind that he was completely serious. To prove it, he
told me the first thing we were going to do was act out some more
scenes of me appearing to rape him or force him into non-consensual
sex, all of which we would videotape as well as audiotape. At that
instant any thought that I might get out of this situation
disappeared, because a blackmailer not only had the goods on you but
can force you to create more "goods." So we did the scenes, Adam
reviewed the tapes, then told me he'd be back in an hour. He took my
car keys -- I now take the bus into work, by the way -- and left me
to ponder my situation. He came back and had a gleam in his eye.
He'd always been smart, even when he didn't work hard in school, and
I could tell that he was looking forward to coming up with creative
and cruel ways to humiliate me and assert his mastery over me.
He told me he had made himself breakfast this morning and he thought
he had to go to the bathroom. "Come with me," he added, walking
toward the bathroom. The concept of being Adam's human toilet, I
hadn't really even begun to think how it would play out practically,
well, Adam made it pretty clear when he pushed me down on my knees on
the bathroom floor, opened my mouth with his hands, and put his cock
in it, telling me to get ready for toilet duty. Shortly the trickle
of piss began, and turned into a serious flow. I couldn't believe
where I was: on my knees in my bathroom, drinking my son's piss as
his human toilet!!! I did my best to drink down his piss, so
immersed in my humiliation that I wasn't ready for it when he stopped
pissing and turned around, shoving his butt in my face. "Pull my
shorts down," he commanded, and I pulled down those studly red lycra
shorts that I had fantasized about for so long. "Now kiss my ass
through my briefs," he ordered. I kissed his cheeks and the area
around his hole. "Kiss my hole, too," he demanded, and I did,
hesitating for just a second before putting my mouth to his asshole,
smelling his buttsmell, and kissing his hole.
I went back to kissing his ass all over but he instructed me to keep
my mouth firmly planted on his butthole. Then in one quick motion he
pulled his briefs down and my mouth was directly on his asshole,
kissing his rectum. "Get ready for some shit," he said with what
sounded like glee. I put my hands on his hips and positioned him
with his asshole directly over my mouth. "By the way," he asked,
"did you ever think when you woke up this morning that you were going
to be in this position?" I told him no. "No, Master," he corrected,
and I corrected myself without hesitating. "Well, get used to it --
you're going to spend the rest of your life as my sex slave and
toilet!" he said, laughing. With that, his studly asshole dilated
and I saw the first turd start to come out. I let it get most of the
way out -- he has me much better trained by now -- and didn't put my
mouth to it until he said "Eat it!" I actually bit most of it off
like I was stopping a yogurt dispenser with some still coming out.
The taste was horrific -- this was male shit, my son's shit, and I
was eating it, and would be eating it for life! I gagged it down and
somehow made it through the rest of the turds. Then he ordered me to
clean up his asshole and, when I was done, to thank him a hundred
times for allowing me to eat his shit. (He still sometimes tapes the
things I say to him.)
Since that first morning, he's put me through my paces multiple times
every day. In fact, my life is now basically defined in terms of
serving Adam, and my workday (Adam orders me not to work late) and
any times Adam is not around are just breaks from serving him. Adam
takes great delight in coming up with ways to humiliate me. I now
have to go to sleep with my face buried in his crotch or, more
commonly, his ass. He often wakes me up to order me to suck his cock
or to piss or shit in my mouth. He controls every aspect of my life
now, from what to wear to whether I may go to the bathroom at work to
when I may eat. Yesterday he told me I couldn't eat anything until
dinner. Then he came home from school at about 7 -- the car, like
everything else, is his now -- with a small pizza and a salad. I
thought it was for me and that I was so hungry I would eat it up in
five minutes. Instead I had to sit there and watch him down the
meal, then without saying a word, he got up and went to the bathroom
and snapped his fingers. I crawled over and put my face to his ass
and ate his shit, the only thing I ate yesterday. Another time after
I had done the dishes he took one of the dinner plates and shit on
it, then gave me the plate with the huge long turd and took one of
the nice forks and fed me bites of his dung!
I truly am his sex slave and his toilet now, just like he told me I
would be on that first day. I know that what I did was wrong, but I
had no idea it would lead to this. I spend most of my life now with
my son's asshole in my face, and some of it with his cock in my face
or up my ass. Nobody at work or anywhere would believe our set-up,
but I'm powerless to do anything about it. No matter how flattering
it is when Adam and I go to a bar and a woman flirts with me, I am
never allowed to let it go anywhere but I certainly can't tell her
the reason: because that night when I get home my son is going to
beat me with a belt, fuck my man butt, and relieve himself by making
me eat his shit!
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He began to eat the sheep feces. In fact, HE FINISHED EVERY LAST BIT! My brother ate sheep shit!!!
But the funny thing is, I don't even have a brother! It was me! I ATE SHEEP SHIT!!!
DTABN
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I stumbled downstairs early Sunday morning tripping over stuffed
animals on the stairs and toy trucks my son left on the floor the night
before.
"Dammit!" I said kicking the objects away. I reached down to jerk my
morning hard on. I was horny and tired and needed to take a piss. But
FIRST, the most important of all rituals - c o f f e e. I walked in the
kitchen and looked out the window above the sink. Already the sun was
coming up over the trees. I squinted my eyes and plugged in the coffee
maker. No café late bull shit for me. Just plain coffee - black -
thank you very much. I could feel the cool air on my ass and balls.
I'd be 38 in March and still had my runners build from college. Tall
and lanky. I'd always wanted to put on more weight like the wrestlers
or even the football players in college, but the fact that I'd started
smoking in high school fixed that, along with my extremely high
metabolism. I could never sit still. "Nervous Ned" my wife called
me. Brokering can do that to a guy. Even one as in good a shape as I
was. Guys my age were either retiring or dying. Neither of which were
options since I had a 17 year old daughter, an 11 year old son and just
recently and quite unexpectedly, a newborn son.
I was also a bonafide pedo, something I left out of my resume, and had
been since a teenager. My happiest day was when I brought home a new
pc from work and plugged into the internet. Before long I had one of
the largest collections of kid porn imaginable. I loved it all. The
old stuff, the new stuff, boys and girls of all ages. Nothing turned
me on more than to see a kid sucking on a hard adult cock or getting
fucked and sucked or eaten out or rimmed out and I spent hours talking
to other nasty fuckers like myself and I found that nothing was too
extreme. At one point, I was getting pics from a dad who, like myself,
had 3 kids. I got pics of him pissing in their open mouths, shitting
on their faces and then being forced to fuck one another. The kids
were all around 8-11. He also had snuff fantasies about them and we
discussed those in detail! The part I liked most was that I didn't
'look' like a pedo. Just another All-American dad with 3 kids and a
beautiful wife.
In 1983 we moved into a nice suburb of Atlanta. We'd just had my first
daughter, Nicole. It wasn't long before I started fingering her little
baby cunt and sticking my tongue as far up her little pussy as
possible. I loved it and would get hard as a rock, often getting so
excited I'd have to jack off on her face. A few times I managed to
insert the head of my fat cock in her pussy and explode up that tight
dark hole, my whole body jerking and spasming when I did. After which,
I would slurp my cum out of her pussy as soon as I came. I loved
fingering her when no one was watching or when changing her diapers and
she soon got use to the assault of my hard 8 inch cock. Just thinking
about the good old days gives me a raging hard-on.
I've even met a couple guys from work, closet pedo's like myself, who
love to exchange pics of kids getting fucked and sucked. My friend
Bryan, who is married and straight, loves the pics of little girls. My
other friend Paul loves both boys and girls and doesn't mind the
occasional blow-job from a perverted bi-dad like myself. He has a son,
8, and we discuss the things he wants to do to his son. Often times we
do this after hours in his office where he'll unzip and jack his cock
to kid porn while I play with his balls or occasionally suck him off.
As far as sexuality goes, I don't consider myself anything. I love
both pussy and cock but get especially turned on by looking at and
touching (sucking) another hard pedo cock. Nothing turns me on more
than getting it on with another nasty fucker like myself.
I can finally hear the coffee maker really start to spit and sputter.
I put my coffee mug directly under the spout when I hear my 11 year old
son come bounding down the stairs.
"Hey daddy." he says coming into the kitchen. His little 11 year old
hard on poking out from between his smooth hairless legs.
"Hey Tim. How's daddy's little boy today?"
"Great!" he says enthusiastically eyeing my naked ass.
"Nice little boner you have there this morning. Want daddy to suck on
it for awhile."
My son smiles sheepishly at me as I lift him up onto the counter. I
bend over and gently grab his cock between my long fingers.
"Mmmmmm" he moans as I squeeze his little mushroom shaped cock. It's
already 3 inches hard and sticks straight up from his groin as does
mine.
I bend down and slowly run my tongue over his hard little kid dick. I
push him back a bit and he lifts up his legs to give better access to
his own dad as I swallow his cock and balls at the same time, savoring
they way his organ jumps and pulses at the touch of my hot adult
tongue. I then move down to his tight asshole and lick him clean. I
can still taste the residue of shit and boy funk.
Before long he's bucking his hips and pumping his little cock into my
sucking mouth.
"Ahhhhhh Daddy!" he moans with his eyes closed. I reach up to jam my
middle finger right up his asshole.
"OOWEEEE!" he screams out, but I muffle his cries by placing my mouth
directly on his and inserting my long tongue. He can taste himself in
my mouth.
By now my hard cock is dripping and I've forgotten about my coffee mug
which is overflowing all over the counter.
"Is mom coming back to day?" my son asks me as I clean up the mess.
"Tomorrow son," I say wiping off the counter, but reach over ever so
often to squeeze his hard cock.
God I love my life.
Finally I have my first swallow of coffee noticing my son's eyes on my
erect dick.
"You hungry?" I ask my son and smile lewdly.
My son only smiles back never taking his eyes off my cock. I reach
down and gently squeeze the head of my dick. Precum pours out of the
slit.
My son just looks up at me with an intense wide open stare. The look
of lust on a kid, I think to myself. The boy loves his daddy's cock.
"Why don't you hop down off the counter and drink your morning milk." I
say wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it a couple times.
My son hops off the counter and before I know it his little mouth is
sucking on the head of my fat cock.
"Ahhhh fuck!" That's it son. Wrap those little lips around Daddy's
cock. Suck on the head just like that, use your whole tongue.....
MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm, YEAH-right there! Just beneath the head."
At 11, my son is an excellent cock sucker, better in fact, than any
women I'd ever been with. He reaches up and grabs the base of my cock
to jack me since he can only swallow a small portion of it.
He even runs his hand along my hairy leg feeling the course texture.
He then reaches up to play with my heavy balls for a second, his eyes
closed the whole time, enjoying the sweet salty taste of my precum
running down his kid throat.
"Goddamn that feels good Tim. Keep sucking like that and you're gonna
get a mouthful."
I pull my sons sucking mouth off my cock and smile down at him. His
whole mouth is obscenely wet and his eyes are unfocused and far away.
Precum runs down his chin and suddenly it's too much for me.
"Milk does a body good." I said quickly grabbing the base of my cock
and pulling my sons hair in the back to lift up his face.
"AHHHH FUCK YEAH!" I scream out as I start to shoot. Cum erupts from
my cock shooting directly into my kids wide surprised eyes. It's the
most beautiful sight to behold. I then pump my hips forward, shoving
my cock head between my sons lips and deposit the rest of my load down
his fucking throat.
"OHH GOD YES!" I moan, my eyes closed and teeth clenched as I once
again feel my sons little mouth milking the head of my cock. I can
actually feel my balls empty into the back of his throat and feel his
throat muscles contracting as he swallows my adult sperm.
After I'm done, I pull out. My fat cock now half hard and swinging
obscenely between my hairs legs. A string of precum runs from the
tip. My son reaches up and gently catches it between his small fingers.
"I love you dad." He says looking up at me.
"I love you too kid!" I say still catching my breath. "You are by far
Daddy's best cocksucker EVER."
This makes him extremely happy and he moves up between my legs to clean
up my cock and balls with his mouth licking up any semen he might have
missed.
--
Just then I hear my daughter come down the stairs. She's naked as well
and hung over from the night before. She gives up a short look of
contempt and then dismisses us. It's much too early for her. She's
not a morning person.
She goes over the sink and grabs a coffee mug from the stainless steel
holder.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" I ask her moving up behind her and
pressing my moist cock between her legs.
"Nothing." She says flatly. "Just woke up."
I reach down between her legs and run my fingers along her furry slit.
She presses her ass against my cock and closes her eyes.
"Not now Dad. I have to get ready for the fashion show." She says
pushing my hand away.
"Well Nicole, seems as if you already missed quite a show." I said
smiling down at my son who is watching us closely. His dick is still
hard. He giggles quietly waiting for his turn.
I reach up to fondle my daughter's firm tits, running my middle finger
slowly over the nipple until it's hard and until I hear her breathing
harder. I then look down at my son and nod. He quickly moves between
his sister's legs and with one lunge buries his tongue up her cunt.
"OOOHHHH Daddy!" she moans feeling her little 11 year old brother's
tongue wiggle in her pussy and my large hands covering her breasts.
Her long brown hair falls down over her smooth white shoulders.
"He's just so goooooood." She moans, her brother's little motor mouth
working wonders. The Little Oral King - I call him.
Instantly I feel another erection and position the head of my cock
against my daughter's tight ass.
"Got something for you bitch." I whisper in her ear. "Your little
prepubescent boyfriends don't have anything on me. How'd you like a
real cock for breakfast.???"
My daughter doesn't answer, just shoves her ass against my hard cock.
"Ahhhh yesss. That's it sweetie. How'd you like a real fuck with a
real -adult- cock.?"
My daughter just moans, my sons mouth still plastered between her legs,
his cheeks moving in and out as he eats her out.
"Okay Nicole. Close your eyes and count to three." I tell her running
the head of my cock along her tight puckered hole.
She slowly mouths the number - o n e....
Suddenly I rare back and then ram my cock up her ass as hard as I can.
"OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOO!" she screams out as I anally assault her shoving
my entire cock up her ass in one brutal blow.
My son stops what he's doing, his whole face a wet mask of cunt juice.
"Do it dad. Fuck her good. Fuck that nasty bitch."
Suddenly I'm pumping and squeezing my daughter's tits between my
fingers until they turn white.
"Oh owe oh owe oh owe!" my daughter pants.
Suddenly I feel my son's mouth sucking on my nuts.
"AHHH FUCK!" I cry out knowing that the combination makes me crazy. I
reach down and jam 2 fingers in my daughters cunt, enveloped in a black
wet darkness, my son now licking up the precum at the base of my cock
and his sister's juice as it runs down between her legs. His face
lodged between our fucking bodies.
"OHHHHHHH NICOLE!! I'm gonna cum! Take Daddy's cum NOW!!!" I scream
shoving my hips forward as hard as possible lifting my daughter off her
feet and jamming my cock as far up her ass as possible.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD!" I scream out as I hear something rip
inside her. It sounds muffled like my cock ripped through her
intestinal wall and I can feel a warm liquid flowing down between my
legs as I blow my load up into her torn-up asshole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH" I scream my hairy legs bucking and my cock still
shooting inside her.
Suddenly I look down to see dark red blood mixed with brown shit
running down between my legs. Before I can say 'Go', my son moves in
and starts licking up the nasty mess.
"Oh fuck!" I said suddenly realizing I was holding my daughter up from
beneath her breasts. She had actually passed out...
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"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?
You tell me!
1JV8fxx8du
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I grew up in a small rural town in Mississippi. My parents lived in a
small house several miles from a major road and we were all but secluded
from civilization. My dad was the foreman of a large manufacturing plant
and my mom was a waitress at the local bar and grill so needless to say we
weren't rich but we had most of the necessities of life. The one thing we
didn't have though was an indoor bathroom and we used what the old timers
call an outhouse. It was a little shed like building outback of our house
and it was here whether during the day or night my family would have to go
to take a piss or shit. My father, however, being a decent carpenter, had
rebuilt the old one since my mom constantly complained of the smell. She
refused to use it and had in the meantime, set up a small port-a-potty in
the closet near their room. Even after my dad rebuilt the old one , she
still refused to use it saying she was civilized and would leave the
outhouse for us men.
I guess looking back my dad was a pig. He was handsome enough, but his
manners sucked. He would belch and fart out loud and then laugh about it as
well as pick his nose in public. All these things my mom hated, but I
thought it was rather funny at the time. He was also loud and aggressive, a
trait I would later develop. Anyway, by the time I was 14 we were at each
others throats. I developed early though, so the beating I received as a
kid stopped because he knew I could kick his ass. At 14 I was 5'10 and
weighed about 150 pounds but it was all muscle even though I didn't have a
hair on my body yet. My dad still teased me though telling me he was going
to put me over his knee or that I wasn't to old to knock upside the head.
The only time we got along was when we drank together and we did a lot of
that.
It was about this time that I started to explore my sexuality. Since there
weren't any guys around to tell me about sex, I had to learn everything on
my own. I think it was during this time that I started jacking off everyday
and was fascinated with my cock and balls and ass. I would set up the
mirror in my room at night, light candles, and watch myself masturbate using
mayonnaise. I loved laying back, spreading my legs and watching myself get
off. it was this same time I began noticing my own dad. I began wondering
what my dad looked like naked. I wondered what he did when he jerked off.
I knew he did it quite a bit because my mom had mentioned it once in passing
and in knew they didn't get it on much. Anyway, my dad was a `real' man.
He was 5'11 and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and
fit as well from working at the plant, even though he had a slight beer gut.
I'd always found him obnoxious and loud, but it was around this time my
disgust turned to curiosity and the reason was simple. I'd never seen him
naked. I know that sounds odd, but he never took his clothes off front of
me and in fact he was relatively shy. This only increased my curiosity and
I was getting no where peeking through the keyhole of my parents bedroom.
Anyway, the idea to spy on him came one day while I was in the outhouse. I
noticed that there were 2 toilet seats and below it was the catch basin that
had recently been cleaned since he rebuilt it . There was also enough room
for someone of reasonable height to stand or sit below the bench and viola!
I would have a perfect view of him taking a leak. Upon close inspection, I
realized there was a small door on the outer side of the outhouse that he
used to clean the bottom with a shovel. It would be gross for sure, but it
was a perfect way to see what I had wanted to see for so long - my dads'
cock!
I remember thinking about doing it and masturbating the night before,
having one of the best jack off sessions ever. This would be great and I
couldn't wait. The next day my mom went to work and my dad and I proceeded
to drink beer together as always. He was wearing his faded jeans, work
boots and a company shirt with his name sewn on the front. I watched him
closely and went to the fridge as often as possible to being him another
beer. I was nervous as shit that this wouldn't work and I'd get caught, but
after 5 beers myself, I didn't care. Besides, I crawled into the bottom of
the outhouse earlier in the morning and realized I'd have a perfect view of
him pissing and if I bunched up against the far wall I could never be seen.
I was ready! We'd been drinking for almost 2 hours when I figured he'd have
to take a piss. I excused myself to my room saying I was tired and left him
to watch TV alone. I then closed and locked my bedroom door, stripped to my
underwear and climbed out of my bedroom window.
I was so excited I had a hard on poking out the front of my shorts before I
even got to the outhouse. Once there I opened the door to the crawl space
and climbed in. The only light came from the two openings in the bench
above and a skylight, but it was enough to see. The smell was bad but
bearable. For a moment, I froze fearing he had gone to use the port-a-potty
in my moms closet, but it was right after this thought that I heard the back
screen door slam. My heart froze. I was stuck. I had to do it now. I
could hear his heavy work boots thumping on the hard ground. My cock was
bursting the thin shorts I had on so I pushed them down to my knees. I
grabbed hold of my hard cock and held my breath as I heard the outhouse door
open and then bang shut. For a moment I heard nothing and was suddenly
horrified that he knew I was there and that he was waiting for me to come
out and receive the beating of my life, but then I heard him unbuckling his
belt. My heart was beating a hundred miles and hour and I was sure he could
hear it. Then I heard him unzipping his pants. I leaned over slightly
still holding my breath finally ready to see my dad's adult sized cock!
Suddenly, to my ultimate shock, the open hole in the bench was replaced by
my dad's hairy ass. My dad was going to take a shit instead!
Fuck I thought as I squatted closer to the floor. This is incredible and
indeed it was. I peered up at his hairy crack and asshole. I thought my
cock was going to explode. Not only could I see his hairy crack and asshole
only inches from my face , but I could see his heavy ball sack and cock
hanging down as well. It was fucking beautiful. His cock was small, but ha
d a large perfectly shaped mushroom head at the end. I was in awe. I wanted
so desperately to reach up and grab it and had to stop myself from doing
that or grabbing hold of his hairy balls. Suddenly he let out a loud nasty
fart and I freaked out as I saw his asshole open and a large hard turn begin
to push it's way out. I was watching my dad take a shit! The log was thick
and brown and hard and pushed it's way out of his ass like some bizarre
snake. Suddenly it plopped to the bottom of the outhouse floor. I remember
leaning forward to inspect his asshole. The smell was awesome and I leaned
even closer to get a good look.
There it was contracting and opening before my very eyes, a streak of brown
shit stain on either side of his hairy ass cheeks. I was slowly massaging
my aching cock fearful I would cum at any moment. His cock looked larger
too and hung down over his ballsack. God how I wanted to reach up and
stroke it. Then a second turd began to push it's way out of his asshole.
This one seemed smaller than the first, but I watched it mesmerized just the
same. Then something happened. To this day I don't know what made me do
it. I think it was the need to be a part of the experience of my dad
shitting, but I reached down without making a sound and picked up the turd
my dad had just shit out of his funky ass! It was still hot and hard and
slimy. I held it to my nose and gagged. I put it down quickly only to pick
it up again. My dad always spent a lot of time on the pot, so I wasn't
afraid of him getting up just yet. Anyway, I remember mashing the
shit in my fist and feeling it squeeze through my fingers. Then I did the
obvious, I grabbed my cock with my shitty fist and began to pump. Fuck this
was awesome! I was losing my mind. I was jacking off with my own dad's
shit! I slathered my six inch boycock with shit and proceeded to pump it
from the head of my cock to the base of my balls.
I guess I had really gotten into it and was amazed to see my white cock turn
completely brown with shit. My dad was shitting another nasty log and it
was the sight of his asshole opening up with his crack, cock, and balls so
close to my face that sent me over the edge and I started to cum.
Fuck! I started starting to shoot all over the place, my cum arching up and
splattering the side of the outhouse wall. I was gone and had no way of
stopping it.
Suddenly I heard my dad yelling, `what the fuck!' I peered up terrified.
He was looking down between his hairy legs at his son who was covered with
his shit mixed with cum.
He just stared at me for awhile as if seeing a ghost not believing his own
son could be jacking off while watching him take a dump. That was it I
remember thinking, he's going to beat me to a bloody pulp. Then to my
disbelief he began to sneer.
`So you like spying on your old man, Huh?' he said and began to laugh. I
was so terrified that I began to cry.
`You fuckin little faggot!' he said, his sneer turning to anger, `Stop
crying or I'll give you something to cry about.' I started to crawl back
toward the door and escape the terror when I heard my dad yell, `FREEZE.!
Then he told me that if I was going to spy on him then I had to pay the
price.
I just looked up at him, my shorts still around my ankles with my shit
smeared cock hanging down between my hairless thighs. That was when he
spoke again.
`Since you like spying on your old man so much, why don't you get up here
and smell my dirty ass!'
What the fuck! I thought. What was he telling me to do? I stared at him in
disbelief. Huh was the only thing I could say.
`Get your fuckin face up here and smell my dirty ass!', he hollered at me
again.
Suddenly I knew exactly what he wanted and I got instantly hard again.
I knew he was serious and had little choice but to do what he wanted.
Besides, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
I moved up closer stepping in one of his turds as I moved.
`That's a good boy,' he chided, `come closer.'
I was only inches from his ass now. I could smell the shit still on his
crack and ass hair and almost gagged again, but then looked up and realized
that my dad was hard! His cock was arched up and pointed toward his belly.
It was full of veins, but the head was hidden from my view.
`Don't worry about that boy, focus on what I told you. You'll get this
another day. For now start licking out my fuckin hole!'
I didn't need another warning, but placed my nose and mouth beneath his
hairy hole and with one quick move forward, buried my whole mouth and tongue
up against his smelly, shitty hole.
I heard a loud umph when I did it and realized my own cock was now hard as a
rock. Even harder than before. I was eating out my dads' shitty ass and
loving it! Words cannot describe how unreal this was.
`Start tonguing me out boy!' I heard him bark and instantly began licking
out his dirty crack. I ran my tongue all up in his hairy ass and began
cleaning him with my mouth and tongue.
`That's it boy, lick my entire crack. Start at the top and work your way
down to my nuts.'
I did as he said licking all up in his hot crevice feeling his shitty ass
hairs tickle my nose, then stop when I got to his puckered ass. I even
reached up with my hands and spread his ass cheeks apart and then drove my
tongue deep up his smelly hole in one intense plunge.
UGGHHH!!! I heard him moan as I felt his ass tighten around my tongue.
`That's it boy, shove that tongue up my ass!'
I opened my eyes for a moment as I heard him spit. He was fisting his
cock! My dad was jacking off while I sucked his ass.
Keep tonguing my ass boy, I heard him say. Don't stop. Get that tongue up
in there. French kiss my asshole!
I then started to really get into it and began running my tongue all up and
down his hairy crack. It wasn't long before my dad was rocking back and
forth on the toilet seat, pushing his ass down on my face.
`Ohhhhhh! That's it boy! Lick out my dirty ass crack!
I pushed my tongue back and forth up his hot hole tasting his funky man
scent and recent shit. I was in fucking heaven.
Oh baby he was moaning. That feels so good. You like eating out your
daddy's nasty ass don't you?
I just moaned, my tongue still buried up his ass crack while I fisted my
cock, his shit still coating my hands. I could hear the slick sounds of him
pumping his cock. Now suck on my balls he commanded and I eagerly began
sucking on his hairy nuts.
Fuck I heard him say out loud. Now go back to my ass. French kiss my
nasty ass.
I moved quickly back to his open hole. Suddenly without warning, he farted
right into my open mouth.
`Fuck!' I blurted out and backed away, his wet fart filling my nose and
mouth with bits of shit.
`Get up there and eat that!' he yelled.
I did as he asked smelling the fart all the way down my throat. I gagged
when suddenly he began pushing out a fucking turd!
I couldn't believe it. I backed away again.
You little ass hole eating faggot! You like my shit so much get up there
and suck on my shit!
I couldn't believe it. Now my dad was telling me to eat his shit!
`Do it!!!' he suddenly yelled again shaking the tin walls of shed.
I immediately moved back, held my breath and placed my mouth directly over
his asshole and the log of shit.
`Suck on that fucking nasty log. Eat the shit out of daddy's ass!'
Suddenly the log fell out of his ass and into my mouth. I immediately spit
it out and replaced the log with my tongue. No sooner had I put my mouth
back on his shitty hole than I felt his hole close on my tongue.
`Fuck I'm gonna cum!!!!!!' he screamed out loud!
He bucked his hips wildly on my face and started to shoot his load all over
the place.
FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M CUMMMIINGGGGG!!!!!! he yelled again.
I then reached up between his hairy legs and grabbed the base of his cock as
he came!
Umph! Uumph! AAAAAAGGRRR!!!!!! he moaned as he rocked back and forth on my
face, his cock in my shitty hand as his cum shot out all over his chest and
legs. Soon it covered my hand. The same hand that had been covered with
his shit. After what seemed like forever, I pulled my hand back down. It
was covered with my dad's cum!
I watched my dad slowly get up and the hole in the bench open up. I peered
up at him and what a sight I must have been. He stood there, his pants and
round his knees, his still hard cock swaying back and forth between his
thick hairy legs, the cum still running down his stomach.
You dirty little fucker, he sneered seeing me crouched in the bottom of the
outhouse, shit all over my mouth and face and cock.
Lick your hand he said and grinned. I just stood there in shock at all that
had happened.
Lick it! he bellowed.
I put my hand up to my mouth and began licking off his cum and shit, my own
cock arched straight up against my stomach still stained with my dad's
shit.
I reached up and began jacking my cock needing relief not caring if he
watched me or not. It didn't matter now.
That was when my dad moved up closer, his now half hard cock swinging back
and forth between his legs.
Here you dirty little ass sucker he said, here's something to wash my shit
down with and he began pissing on me! it was beer piss too, hot and wet.
He shot it directly in my face and eyes. I was stunned again but heard him
say open and immediately opened my mouth as the warn piss filled my shitty
mouth. I instinctively swallowed and then gagged spitting it back up. I
heard my dad laugh as piss hit my smooth chest and the last thing he said
was `jack it'.
I reached down and began furiously pumping my cock.
I remember him pissing directly on my pumping fist and shit covered cock and
balls. It was incredible and soon the flow of urine was gone, but I was in
ecstasy. I could even feel his piss running down the crack of my ass. I
looked up to see him peering down at me with a hot look in his eyes. A look
that said he was enjoying this as much as me. He then bent down and placed
his hand on my slimy shoulder.
That's it baby boy, I heard my dad say, pump that cock for daddy. Jerk that
hard cock for me. Let me see you shoot that hot load all over the floor.
Do it son! Pump that hard fuckin cock! And suddenly I felt myself starting
to cum.
"Umphh!!!!" I yelled out loud. "That's it boy, shoot that fuckin load!!!!,"
he said as I started to shoot all over the floor of the outhouse.
"Umpphh!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" I yelled out load bucking my hips obscenely
almost blacking out from the intensity of it all.
After I came to, I looked up to see my dad grinning from ear to ear.
'Very impressive' he said and motioned for me to come up from the shit pit.
I climbed through the trap door and he greeted me at the front door to the
outhouse. That's when he grabbed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I
groaned unable to grasp all that was happening. I even reached out and
jerked his now hard cock a few times listening to him grunt and moan. He
then pulled me into the outhouse, sat me down on the same seat I'd just
rimmed his ass on and proceeded to lick me clean from head to toe. It was
unbelievable. He even lifted my legs and began tonguing out my ass! I sat
and grunted like a dog. Before I knew it his head was between my legs and
his lips were swapped around my hard cock. I was once again shooting my
load, but this time it was down my own dad's throat! It was fucking
awesome!
After we were done, we walked to the house in the hot sun. My dad put his
arm around my shoulder as we laughed the whole way. He admitted to me that
he had known I was planning to spy on him in the outhouse. In fact, he told
me that that was the reason he built it that way and that I wasn't the first
person to spy! I couldn't believe it. I was still in shock.
Needless to say our sex didn't stop there. A few years later my mom got an
office job and had my dad put in an indoor bathroom with a tub, sink and all
but to this day she wonders why us men still want use the old outhouse!
The End!
Af8MCDi6OW
The Virgin Mother appeared to me today. She was holding two baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. "They're delicious," she said, and she smiled, emanating a great white light. I took one from her. It was warm and inviting. I cut into it with my plastic fork and plastic knife and I took a bite. It was, as usual, very dry. She hould out the other potato to me. "You try it," I said, "it's dry as fuck."
DTABN
I always feel like someone at Wendy's is going to help me change. It's so hard to really change--most of the time I don't even think of it as a possibility. At Wendy's, though, especially when I've ordered and I know that good people are working hard to bring me what I deserve, I know I can change. I can become something truly special, like an escaped death-row inmate or a twelve-year-old prostitute.
DTABN
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been for about
ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that
always looks like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a
lot of sun. When I go to a bar I'm usually one of the few men who
actually get sought out by the women. It's not unusual for a woman
to come up to me and start a conversation and make it very clear by
her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and one thing
only: the cock in my jeans.
I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in
college. We had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at
community college, where he's trying to work his way up to the top
spot on the school tennis team. Unfortunately, my wife passed away
about three years ago from breast cancer. It was very traumatic for
me and Adam, but was especially hard because it intensified the
rebellious phase that Adam was already starting to go through as a
teenager. Fortunately, he's straightened out a lot since then, even
wearing a crew cut these days instead of the unkempt mop of light
brown hair he wore in high school.
He's my pride and joy, a beautiful guy. He's a bit shorter than me
at 6' even, 160 lbs., light brown hair -- mine is darker -- and,
since he plays a lot of tennis, long and extremely powerful, muscular
legs. It's amazing to me the position I've gotten myself into with
him. Though everything I've said sounds pretty normal, the fact of
the matter is that I have basically resigned myself to the fact that
Adam is my Master and I am his slave and toilet. Let me tell you how
things got to this point.
I didn't even think about women for almost two years after Melissa
died. And when I started having sexual thoughts at all, they were
about her. She and Adam and I had been a great team, and the good
things I felt about the three of us seemed to prevent me from
thinking them about other women. Eventually, though I had NEVER had
any sexual thoughts about guys, some of those good feelings toward
Adam began to develop a sexual component, probably because I was so
undersexed at that point. Though it almost amazes me to write it, I
found myself looking at his body the way women routinely look at
mine: noticing his strong legs, his compact frame, his round firm
butt, even the bulge in his jeans and tennis shorts. Little did I
know that within a few months I would have put myself in a position
to spend my life worshipping and serving that cock and that ass.
I began trying to spend as much time around Adam as possible, coming
home early to be with him when he got back from school so I could
smell his manly scent after the team practice. I checked out his
body and encouraged him to feel free to wear few clothes around the
house, which he tended to do anyway. I started doing his laundry,
sniffing each pair of underwear and each jockstrap, trying to smell
the smell of his crotch and hoping he had left some skidmarks to
sniff out and maybe even taste. He still lives at home now, even
though he's 19 and in college, because the college is nearby and it
saves us a lot of money.
But you're probably still wondering, how did you become his slave
and, what's more, his toilet?! Well, eventually, I couldn't take it
any more. I waited till Adam was asleep one night and quietly snuck
into his room. I looked at his beautiful body in what little light
was coming through the mostly-closed window. He was sleeping on his
stomach and that gorgeous ass, covered in only his jockey briefs, was
jutting out for my view. (I love the way it looks in his lycra
tennis shorts, but this was even better!) I turned him over as
softly as possible -- it took a while -- and gently, slowly pulled
down his briefs to reveal that gorgeous, 18-year-old cock, bigger
than a boy's but not yet fully developed. I couldn't help myself. I
put my face into his crotch and smelled the smells I had only whiffed
in his underwear, the smell of a stud's crotch. I opened my mouth
and took in his cock, working up and down the shaft and even taking
in his balls for a while. I kept sucking him off, loving every
forbidden second of it, until finally he came in his sleep in my
mouth. I drank down his seed, the seed of the son I had created with
my own seed eighteen years earlier.
I thought he was asleep, but now I realize how silly I was to think
he would actually come without realizing what was going on. After I
cleaned him up a little with a tissue, I left his room as softly as I
could and went back into my room to relive what I had just done.
Well, I decided I had to do it again. I loved it!!! So the next
night I went back and followed the same plan, only this time I was
burying my face on his cock when all of a sudden he put his hands on
my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. "What are you doing?!" he
asked, with what sounded like genuine surprise. "Why are you sucking
my cock? You're my father! I can't believe you were raping me like
that!" "I'm sorry, son," was all I could say -- I couldn't believe
what I was doing, much less planned out a response when he inevitably
discovered me -- and then I begged him to let me finish. He silently
acceded, shoving his cock violently back into my mouth and holding my
face in his crotch until he shot down my throat. I left without a
word and went back to my room, tossing and turning and not getting to
sleep until about 4am.
At 11 in the morning -- which was a Saturday, fortunately -- Adam
knocked on my door and woke me up. I opened it and let him in,
looking at him sheepishly, wondering what he thought of me. "We have
to talk," he said, and I thought I had at least some idea of what the
conversation was going to go like. Boy, was I wrong! Adam explained
to me that he had realized the first night what was going on and
decided to get it on tape. So he set up a tape recorder the
following night and had gotten on tape my confession to raping him,
sucking his cock, and begging him to let me continue! He told me
that he had gone this morning and made several copies of that tape
and that they were all safely hidden and would only be distributed by
him if I did not accept the terms he was about to lay out.
Before I heard them I knew I had no choice but to accept them. I had
no idea what they would be but I didn't think they would be anything
too major. In any case, though, I had never broken any major law in
my life and would do anything to stay out of prison. I also
instantly thought of how many people Adam could ruin my life by
giving a copy of that tape to: not just the cops but my bosses, my
clients, my parents, almost anyone! I knew that what I had done was
totally wrong but had no idea that it would subject me to a life of
servitude and toilet slavery.
Then Adam told me that just as I had been tough on him in recent
years, getting on his case for everything he did that I perceived as
overly "rebellious," he was going to be tough on me, only it was
going to last all my life. Then he told me that he had enjoyed the
service I had given him and that I was going to be his sex slave from
now on. Whenever he ordered me to do anything -- suck his cock, lick
his balls, rim his ass, bend over and take his cock up my butt,
anything -- I was to do it IMMEDIATELY or he would take a belt to me.
He also said that since I had several times humiliated him in front
of his friends, he thought he had come up with the perfect way to
most abjectly humiliate me: namely, that I was to serve as his human
toilet for the rest of my life!
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first thing that came to
my mind was not even what a predicament I had gotten myself into but
the fact that Adam was even thinking of things like them, much less
saying them and enforcing them!! But there was never a trace of
doubt in my mind that he was completely serious. To prove it, he
told me the first thing we were going to do was act out some more
scenes of me appearing to rape him or force him into non-consensual
sex, all of which we would videotape as well as audiotape. At that
instant any thought that I might get out of this situation
disappeared, because a blackmailer not only had the goods on you but
can force you to create more "goods." So we did the scenes, Adam
reviewed the tapes, then told me he'd be back in an hour. He took my
car keys -- I now take the bus into work, by the way -- and left me
to ponder my situation. He came back and had a gleam in his eye.
He'd always been smart, even when he didn't work hard in school, and
I could tell that he was looking forward to coming up with creative
and cruel ways to humiliate me and assert his mastery over me.
He told me he had made himself breakfast this morning and he thought
he had to go to the bathroom. "Come with me," he added, walking
toward the bathroom. The concept of being Adam's human toilet, I
hadn't really even begun to think how it would play out practically,
well, Adam made it pretty clear when he pushed me down on my knees on
the bathroom floor, opened my mouth with his hands, and put his cock
in it, telling me to get ready for toilet duty. Shortly the trickle
of piss began, and turned into a serious flow. I couldn't believe
where I was: on my knees in my bathroom, drinking my son's piss as
his human toilet!!! I did my best to drink down his piss, so
immersed in my humiliation that I wasn't ready for it when he stopped
pissing and turned around, shoving his butt in my face. "Pull my
shorts down," he commanded, and I pulled down those studly red lycra
shorts that I had fantasized about for so long. "Now kiss my ass
through my briefs," he ordered. I kissed his cheeks and the area
around his hole. "Kiss my hole, too," he demanded, and I did,
hesitating for just a second before putting my mouth to his asshole,
smelling his buttsmell, and kissing his hole.
I went back to kissing his ass all over but he instructed me to keep
my mouth firmly planted on his butthole. Then in one quick motion he
pulled his briefs down and my mouth was directly on his asshole,
kissing his rectum. "Get ready for some shit," he said with what
sounded like glee. I put my hands on his hips and positioned him
with his asshole directly over my mouth. "By the way," he asked,
"did you ever think when you woke up this morning that you were going
to be in this position?" I told him no. "No, Master," he corrected,
and I corrected myself without hesitating. "Well, get used to it --
you're going to spend the rest of your life as my sex slave and
toilet!" he said, laughing. With that, his studly asshole dilated
and I saw the first turd start to come out. I let it get most of the
way out -- he has me much better trained by now -- and didn't put my
mouth to it until he said "Eat it!" I actually bit most of it off
like I was stopping a yogurt dispenser with some still coming out.
The taste was horrific -- this was male shit, my son's shit, and I
was eating it, and would be eating it for life! I gagged it down and
somehow made it through the rest of the turds. Then he ordered me to
clean up his asshole and, when I was done, to thank him a hundred
times for allowing me to eat his shit. (He still sometimes tapes the
things I say to him.)
Since that first morning, he's put me through my paces multiple times
every day. In fact, my life is now basically defined in terms of
serving Adam, and my workday (Adam orders me not to work late) and
any times Adam is not around are just breaks from serving him. Adam
takes great delight in coming up with ways to humiliate me. I now
have to go to sleep with my face buried in his crotch or, more
commonly, his ass. He often wakes me up to order me to suck his cock
or to piss or shit in my mouth. He controls every aspect of my life
now, from what to wear to whether I may go to the bathroom at work to
when I may eat. Yesterday he told me I couldn't eat anything until
dinner. Then he came home from school at about 7 -- the car, like
everything else, is his now -- with a small pizza and a salad. I
thought it was for me and that I was so hungry I would eat it up in
five minutes. Instead I had to sit there and watch him down the
meal, then without saying a word, he got up and went to the bathroom
and snapped his fingers. I crawled over and put my face to his ass
and ate his shit, the only thing I ate yesterday. Another time after
I had done the dishes he took one of the dinner plates and shit on
it, then gave me the plate with the huge long turd and took one of
the nice forks and fed me bites of his dung!
I truly am his sex slave and his toilet now, just like he told me I
would be on that first day. I know that what I did was wrong, but I
had no idea it would lead to this. I spend most of my life now with
my son's asshole in my face, and some of it with his cock in my face
or up my ass. Nobody at work or anywhere would believe our set-up,
but I'm powerless to do anything about it. No matter how flattering
it is when Adam and I go to a bar and a woman flirts with me, I am
never allowed to let it go anywhere but I certainly can't tell her
the reason: because that night when I get home my son is going to
beat me with a belt, fuck my man butt, and relieve himself by making
me eat his shit!
kcxx5XHADM
Butchered - born to bleed
No known cure for my disease
I'll start to slice and kill and maim
I'll pick up a hammer smash in your face
Torn up, I'll continue to kill you
I'll grab a knife and stick it in you
Your body mangled drenched in blood - blood
Pulverized, I'm on another attack
Don't turn your back, I bought my pick-axe
Look into my eyes, these eyes are dead
As I kill I still cum blood
Torn up, I'll continue to kill you
I'll grab a knife and stick it in you
Your body mangled drenched in blood - dead
Torture, unbearable - hallucinate to victimize
More killing under way, your flesh will bear my pain
Dislocated - reconnected, stitched together
Obscene pleasure, profane vision - hacked to pieces
Severed, worm-infested, dismembered in your coffin
I'll dig you up just to kill you again
I will violate you
Rot - rot - rot
Blister - the flesh will fester, boils explode pus
Suture dead parts together, decapitated headless neck
Gouging eyes of the partially decayed
Skull cracked open to expose your brain
Blood flows - hacked to pieces
Severed, worm-infested, dismembered in your coffin
I'll dig you up just to kill you again
I will violate you
Rot - rot - rot - rot - the body will rot
Cut the throat - you'll make the heart stop
Rot - the body will rot
Arteries harden - blood now clots
Severed, worm-infested, dismembered in your coffin
I'll dig you up just to kill you again
I will violate you
Rot - rot, your body will rot
Rot - rot, your body will rot
Rot - rot, your body will rot!
XDFGF
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You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I stumbled downstairs early Sunday morning tripping over stuffed
animals on the stairs and toy trucks my son left on the floor the night
before.
"Dammit!" I said kicking the objects away. I reached down to jerk my
morning hard on. I was horny and tired and needed to take a piss. But
FIRST, the most important of all rituals - c o f f e e. I walked in the
kitchen and looked out the window above the sink. Already the sun was
coming up over the trees. I squinted my eyes and plugged in the coffee
maker. No café late bull shit for me. Just plain coffee - black -
thank you very much. I could feel the cool air on my ass and balls.
I'd be 38 in March and still had my runners build from college. Tall
and lanky. I'd always wanted to put on more weight like the wrestlers
or even the football players in college, but the fact that I'd started
smoking in high school fixed that, along with my extremely high
metabolism. I could never sit still. "Nervous Ned" my wife called
me. Brokering can do that to a guy. Even one as in good a shape as I
was. Guys my age were either retiring or dying. Neither of which were
options since I had a 17 year old daughter, an 11 year old son and just
recently and quite unexpectedly, a newborn son.
I was also a bonafide pedo, something I left out of my resume, and had
been since a teenager. My happiest day was when I brought home a new
pc from work and plugged into the internet. Before long I had one of
the largest collections of kid porn imaginable. I loved it all. The
old stuff, the new stuff, boys and girls of all ages. Nothing turned
me on more than to see a kid sucking on a hard adult cock or getting
fucked and sucked or eaten out or rimmed out and I spent hours talking
to other nasty fuckers like myself and I found that nothing was too
extreme. At one point, I was getting pics from a dad who, like myself,
had 3 kids. I got pics of him pissing in their open mouths, shitting
on their faces and then being forced to fuck one another. The kids
were all around 8-11. He also had snuff fantasies about them and we
discussed those in detail! The part I liked most was that I didn't
'look' like a pedo. Just another All-American dad with 3 kids and a
beautiful wife.
In 1983 we moved into a nice suburb of Atlanta. We'd just had my first
daughter, Nicole. It wasn't long before I started fingering her little
baby cunt and sticking my tongue as far up her little pussy as
possible. I loved it and would get hard as a rock, often getting so
excited I'd have to jack off on her face. A few times I managed to
insert the head of my fat cock in her pussy and explode up that tight
dark hole, my whole body jerking and spasming when I did. After which,
I would slurp my cum out of her pussy as soon as I came. I loved
fingering her when no one was watching or when changing her diapers and
she soon got use to the assault of my hard 8 inch cock. Just thinking
about the good old days gives me a raging hard-on.
I've even met a couple guys from work, closet pedo's like myself, who
love to exchange pics of kids getting fucked and sucked. My friend
Bryan, who is married and straight, loves the pics of little girls. My
other friend Paul loves both boys and girls and doesn't mind the
occasional blow-job from a perverted bi-dad like myself. He has a son,
8, and we discuss the things he wants to do to his son. Often times we
do this after hours in his office where he'll unzip and jack his cock
to kid porn while I play with his balls or occasionally suck him off.
As far as sexuality goes, I don't consider myself anything. I love
both pussy and cock but get especially turned on by looking at and
touching (sucking) another hard pedo cock. Nothing turns me on more
than getting it on with another nasty fucker like myself.
I can finally hear the coffee maker really start to spit and sputter.
I put my coffee mug directly under the spout when I hear my 11 year old
son come bounding down the stairs.
"Hey daddy." he says coming into the kitchen. His little 11 year old
hard on poking out from between his smooth hairless legs.
"Hey Tim. How's daddy's little boy today?"
"Great!" he says enthusiastically eyeing my naked ass.
"Nice little boner you have there this morning. Want daddy to suck on
it for awhile."
My son smiles sheepishly at me as I lift him up onto the counter. I
bend over and gently grab his cock between my long fingers.
"Mmmmmm" he moans as I squeeze his little mushroom shaped cock. It's
already 3 inches hard and sticks straight up from his groin as does
mine.
I bend down and slowly run my tongue over his hard little kid dick. I
push him back a bit and he lifts up his legs to give better access to
his own dad as I swallow his cock and balls at the same time, savoring
they way his organ jumps and pulses at the touch of my hot adult
tongue. I then move down to his tight asshole and lick him clean. I
can still taste the residue of shit and boy funk.
Before long he's bucking his hips and pumping his little cock into my
sucking mouth.
"Ahhhhhh Daddy!" he moans with his eyes closed. I reach up to jam my
middle finger right up his asshole.
"OOWEEEE!" he screams out, but I muffle his cries by placing my mouth
directly on his and inserting my long tongue. He can taste himself in
my mouth.
By now my hard cock is dripping and I've forgotten about my coffee mug
which is overflowing all over the counter.
"Is mom coming back to day?" my son asks me as I clean up the mess.
"Tomorrow son," I say wiping off the counter, but reach over ever so
often to squeeze his hard cock.
God I love my life.
Finally I have my first swallow of coffee noticing my son's eyes on my
erect dick.
"You hungry?" I ask my son and smile lewdly.
My son only smiles back never taking his eyes off my cock. I reach
down and gently squeeze the head of my dick. Precum pours out of the
slit.
My son just looks up at me with an intense wide open stare. The look
of lust on a kid, I think to myself. The boy loves his daddy's cock.
"Why don't you hop down off the counter and drink your morning milk." I
say wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it a couple times.
My son hops off the counter and before I know it his little mouth is
sucking on the head of my fat cock.
"Ahhhh fuck!" That's it son. Wrap those little lips around Daddy's
cock. Suck on the head just like that, use your whole tongue.....
MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm, YEAH-right there! Just beneath the head."
At 11, my son is an excellent cock sucker, better in fact, than any
women I'd ever been with. He reaches up and grabs the base of my cock
to jack me since he can only swallow a small portion of it.
He even runs his hand along my hairy leg feeling the course texture.
He then reaches up to play with my heavy balls for a second, his eyes
closed the whole time, enjoying the sweet salty taste of my precum
running down his kid throat.
"Goddamn that feels good Tim. Keep sucking like that and you're gonna
get a mouthful."
I pull my sons sucking mouth off my cock and smile down at him. His
whole mouth is obscenely wet and his eyes are unfocused and far away.
Precum runs down his chin and suddenly it's too much for me.
"Milk does a body good." I said quickly grabbing the base of my cock
and pulling my sons hair in the back to lift up his face.
"AHHHH FUCK YEAH!" I scream out as I start to shoot. Cum erupts from
my cock shooting directly into my kids wide surprised eyes. It's the
most beautiful sight to behold. I then pump my hips forward, shoving
my cock head between my sons lips and deposit the rest of my load down
his fucking throat.
"OHH GOD YES!" I moan, my eyes closed and teeth clenched as I once
again feel my sons little mouth milking the head of my cock. I can
actually feel my balls empty into the back of his throat and feel his
throat muscles contracting as he swallows my adult sperm.
After I'm done, I pull out. My fat cock now half hard and swinging
obscenely between my hairs legs. A string of precum runs from the
tip. My son reaches up and gently catches it between his small fingers.
"I love you dad." He says looking up at me.
"I love you too kid!" I say still catching my breath. "You are by far
Daddy's best cocksucker EVER."
This makes him extremely happy and he moves up between my legs to clean
up my cock and balls with his mouth licking up any semen he might have
missed.
--
Just then I hear my daughter come down the stairs. She's naked as well
and hung over from the night before. She gives up a short look of
contempt and then dismisses us. It's much too early for her. She's
not a morning person.
She goes over the sink and grabs a coffee mug from the stainless steel
holder.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" I ask her moving up behind her and
pressing my moist cock between her legs.
"Nothing." She says flatly. "Just woke up."
I reach down between her legs and run my fingers along her furry slit.
She presses her ass against my cock and closes her eyes.
"Not now Dad. I have to get ready for the fashion show." She says
pushing my hand away.
"Well Nicole, seems as if you already missed quite a show." I said
smiling down at my son who is watching us closely. His dick is still
hard. He giggles quietly waiting for his turn.
I reach up to fondle my daughter's firm tits, running my middle finger
slowly over the nipple until it's hard and until I hear her breathing
harder. I then look down at my son and nod. He quickly moves between
his sister's legs and with one lunge buries his tongue up her cunt.
"OOOHHHH Daddy!" she moans feeling her little 11 year old brother's
tongue wiggle in her pussy and my large hands covering her breasts.
Her long brown hair falls down over her smooth white shoulders.
"He's just so goooooood." She moans, her brother's little motor mouth
working wonders. The Little Oral King - I call him.
Instantly I feel another erection and position the head of my cock
against my daughter's tight ass.
"Got something for you bitch." I whisper in her ear. "Your little
prepubescent boyfriends don't have anything on me. How'd you like a
real cock for breakfast.???"
My daughter doesn't answer, just shoves her ass against my hard cock.
"Ahhhh yesss. That's it sweetie. How'd you like a real fuck with a
real -adult- cock.?"
My daughter just moans, my sons mouth still plastered between her legs,
his cheeks moving in and out as he eats her out.
"Okay Nicole. Close your eyes and count to three." I tell her running
the head of my cock along her tight puckered hole.
She slowly mouths the number - o n e....
Suddenly I rare back and then ram my cock up her ass as hard as I can.
"OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOO!" she screams out as I anally assault her shoving
my entire cock up her ass in one brutal blow.
My son stops what he's doing, his whole face a wet mask of cunt juice.
"Do it dad. Fuck her good. Fuck that nasty bitch."
Suddenly I'm pumping and squeezing my daughter's tits between my
fingers until they turn white.
"Oh owe oh owe oh owe!" my daughter pants.
Suddenly I feel my son's mouth sucking on my nuts.
"AHHH FUCK!" I cry out knowing that the combination makes me crazy. I
reach down and jam 2 fingers in my daughters cunt, enveloped in a black
wet darkness, my son now licking up the precum at the base of my cock
and his sister's juice as it runs down between her legs. His face
lodged between our fucking bodies.
"OHHHHHHH NICOLE!! I'm gonna cum! Take Daddy's cum NOW!!!" I scream
shoving my hips forward as hard as possible lifting my daughter off her
feet and jamming my cock as far up her ass as possible.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD!" I scream out as I hear something rip
inside her. It sounds muffled like my cock ripped through her
intestinal wall and I can feel a warm liquid flowing down between my
legs as I blow my load up into her torn-up asshole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH" I scream my hairy legs bucking and my cock still
shooting inside her.
Suddenly I look down to see dark red blood mixed with brown shit
running down between my legs. Before I can say 'Go', my son moves in
and starts licking up the nasty mess.
"Oh fuck!" I said suddenly realizing I was holding my daughter up from
beneath her breasts. She had actually passed out...
367WN3lJ75
DTABN
I was thirsty and mentioning Stella Artois (*) doesn't exactly help! Also, it's raining outside!! GAAAAAAH
(*) For the uninitiated dweebish imbeciles, it's a beer.
How can this comment be called a troll? It is an obvious observation. it seems that there are those in the /. community that want to censor opinions that they do not like.
I love stacking my barbecues in the shed at the end of summer - you can't beat a bit of grill on grill action.
Just testing if the slashdot dictators are still IP ban censuring me.
Cameras everywhere in the UK haven't done much to prevent crime, so what is the point?
Perhaps Prince Charles just wants to catch a view of your nickers?
bet you were always the teachers pet at school as well...
If you're going to quote the man, at least spell his name correctly.
Indeed... it's so naive when people think terrorism is "new" threat, it just reared its ugly head again in the most awful fashion.
Anyway, every road into the Square Mile has automatically been monitoring numberplates and drivers for years, the idea is to alert the police when a vehicle is logged going in but hasn't been logged going out for a number of hours (i.e. sign of a car bomb), it also helps track stolen, untaxed and uninsured vehicles.
ANPR (Automatic Number Plate Recognition) is mentioned in this Home Office report.
Anyone knows what kind of car Linus Torvalds drives?