The sound of my dick in a child's ass (specifically the relentless "SLOP THUNK" of my 14 inch rod entering a well greased baby (lubed with blood and shit)).
The voice of his second-in-command crackled from the communicator. "We've got almost everyone assigned to quarters, sir."
"Almost?"
"I gave the Jedi the large room, as you ordered. There are just enough bunks for the guard and crew, with the Queen's sentries on rotation."
"Good. So, what's the problem?"
"The Gungan, sir. It's...in the way."
"I'll be right there." The Gungan. Of course.
When Panaka reached the wardroom, he found some of the crew clustered at one end, the Gungan drooping at the other, and his officer standing in the middle, writing on a clipboard.
"Tolmen, report."
The officer looked up. "It's bothering the crew, sir. Some of them say it's unlucky to have it aboard."
"Have you found quarters for him?"
"Well, my first thought was to let it stay in the droid area -- there's enough space. But then I thought the Jedi might be offended."
"Why didn't you put him in with them?"
Tolmen frowned. "I suggested it, but the Master Jedi said there wasn't enough room. I didn't press the issue."
Panaka nodded. He found the Jedi irritating, but it would be foolish to cross them. "It's too cold for him to sleep with the droids, anyway."
"How can you tell it's a him?" Tolmen smirked. "They all look the same to me."
How could Tolmen not tell? The shape of the skull, the lack of a pouch-bulge. The lines and build of the body. The length and contours of the haillu that draped miserably over the Gungan's chest. This was obviously an Otolla Gungan, male, and probably in his early twenties. "I have room," Panaka said. "He can bunk with me."
"Are you sure, sir? You shouldn't have to put up--"
Panaka held up a hand to cut him off. "At this point, I think it's just best to get him out of here. His presence obviously bothers the crew."
"Thank you, sir."
"You get back to doing the duty roster. I'll take care of this." Panaka approached the Gungan. "Follow me. I'll show you to your quarters." He watched the creature stand and smile nervously. Panaka smiled back. The Gungan's presence made him uncomfortable too.
Just in a different way.
He had felt it ever since they had come aboard, even during the tense moments of the battle. Smelled a faint wet tang in the air that raised the small hairs on the back of his neck and gave him at least one deep shiver that wasn't from fear. He had put it out of his mind, though. His was a vice others didn't understand very well and until this moment, he had planned not to indulge it. But it had been so long.
Panaka turned and led the way out of the wardroom. In the corridor, the Gungan walked beside him. "Meesa Jar Jar Binks."
"Panaka." He held out his hand and Jar Jar clasped it briefly. As the thick, cool fingers wrapped around his own, Panaka knew he was at least going to give it a try. Like his grandmother always told him, a missed opportunity was a missed life. And they were all going to die anyhow, right? So what did it matter if anyone suspected him of being a clamdigger?
They stopped and Panaka opened the door. His quarters were small, but there were two bunks, one on each wall, and a table to sit at. Jar Jar stooped inside. "Dissen nice."
"Stay here, okay? I'll get you some dinner." Panaka closed the door and headed to the galley. There wasn't much there that would appeal to a Gungan, but he found some cheese and a loaf of bread. And several bottles of water, very important.
Almost forgot. He buzzed Tolmen. "I'm going off-shift now. Don't call me unless there's an emergency." Then he was back in front of the door. It hissed open.
Jar Jar sat on one of the bunks, head hanging sheepishly. The table lay crumpled on the floor, twisted beyond repair. The Gungan looked at him and smiled weakly. "Sorry."
Annoying. He must have tried to climb on it or something. But Panaka couldn't afford to get upset with Jar Jar. This wasn't a house of ill-repute where a swampsucker like him could take his pleasure and hide his identity as long as he had the cash. Be nice, now. "Accidents happen. Don't worry about it." This could work to his advantage, actually. He sat down next to the Gungan. "Eat."
"Tank you. Meesa bery hungry." Panaka leaned back a little and breathed in the fragrance of the Gungan's skin, that damp, earthy smell that always made him think of growing things, of dripping ferns and burrowing gumbols. His blood was stirred, his fingers crept towards the Gungan's thigh and he only stopped them just in time. Deep breath -- in -- out -- okay.
The food was gone and all but one bottle of water. How to begin?
"Where weesa goin'?" Jar Jar turned, his haillu flopping down his back.
"Tatooine." Yes, this was it. "Very hot, very dry. You'll have to be careful not to get dehydrated or sunburned." He brushed his fingers along Jar Jar's arm. "Your skin is starting to dry out already."
"Tis?" Holding up his arm, Jar Jar peered at the mottled skin. "Maybe a bitty dry."
"I have some lotion." Panaka stood, crossed to his bunk, found the cream in his cabinet. "It's good to relax." He took a moment to unbutton his uniform jacket and pull off his boots, then made a show of stretching. It was a little chilly, but his undershirt was warm enough.
"Relaxin'? Meesa scared! Yousa thinkin' weesa not dyin'?"
"Of course not. Here, this will help you calm down." Panaka climbed onto the bunk and knelt behind the Gungan.
"What yousa doin'?" Jar Jar craned his neck around to look at Panaka.
Squirting some lotion into his palm, Panaka showed it to the Gungan. "Okay? You'll feel better."
A trace of surprise showed in the set of Jar Jar's haillu as he turned again. "Okiday. Tis a long time since meesa havin' fancy skin-salve."
Panaka spread the lotion over his fingertips. "Jar Jar, how did you meet the Jedi, anyhow?" He smoothed the lotion over the crown of Jar Jar's head and massaged it in.
"Dat's feelin' good. Da Jedi? Well, in da mornin', I was wakin' up early..."
Tuning out the story, Panaka concentrated on Jar Jar's skin, the way it gave under his touch. A little springy, it dented and smoothed out again and again -- no fingerprints left there. Some more lotion and he began to rub it into the haillu. Here there were ridges, sensitive ridges that made Jar Jar wriggle a bit as he stroked across them. He had heard that the ridge patterns were used for identification among the Gungans. It made sense -- he had touched many a haillu in his time and no two pair had ever felt the same.
Panaka lingered over them, massaging down to the tips, wanting to lift the haillu and rub his face into them. He wasn't used to this kind of seduction and the slow pace only made him more aroused. Moving to the base of Jar Jar's neck, Panaka pressed firmly into the supple skin and felt Jar Jar move back into the touch. Gungans were such sensual creatures. Good, good.
"So, den, dere were dese monsters and meesa thinkin' weesa goners for sure!"
"Jar Jar."
"And meesa screamin' and yellin' and--"
"Jar Jar, I'll do your back now. Take off your shirt." The first major obstacle. If he could just get at a little more skin, Panaka was fairly confident he could pull this off.
"Takin' it off now, okiday." Vest and tunic fell in a heap on the floor. Quietly, Panaka stripped off his own shirt. He ran one hand down Jar Jar's back, letting his fingers follow the swirl and twist of the orange markings. Both hands, then, in circles slow with intent. No need for lotion -- the skin was cool and moist against his palms. Dimly, he noticed that the story was over. Or at least Jar Jar had stopped talking.
Now. Panaka slid his hands around under the Gungan's arms and moved close, his chest pressed tight to Jar Jar's back. He felt the Gungan sigh. "Dat's feeling *really* good."
Yes. Really good. His heart pounded against the Gungan's skin. No more pretence. Panaka pressed his mouth to Jar Jar's neck, sliding his head in under the haillu, then tasting the musty, moist flesh. He stroked Jar Jar's chest, up and down and down to the boneless hips, thumbs pulling at the waistband. Large hands covered his own. "Meesa thinkin' meesa better do this."
Their skin clung for a fraction of a second as they rolled apart. Panaka was naked before the Gungan had finished getting himself tangled in his own pants. Biting back a laugh -- Gungans were usually so graceful -- Panaka kept Jar Jar from tumbling off the bunk.
Then they stretched out again, facing this time, and Panaka felt the Gungan's hands on his body. He found the special spot just down the chest that most seemed to...yes, this one too. He sucked and a shudder rolled through Jar Jar.
The Gungan's mouth was on Panaka's neck, just where it met the shoulder. Panaka moved his hands down to stroke Jar Jar's thighs. The flesh was even smoother there. They should be lying on damp soil, their skin smudged and cold. The Gungan let out a breath that vibrated against Panaka's skin and made him shiver.
Enough. Panaka moved so he was behind Jar Jar, pressed close, pressed his cock between the Gungan's thighs. "Okay?"
"Okiday." Jar Jar shifted a little and Panaka began to thrust, sliding through the slickness of the Jar Jar's legs and back again. He reached out blindly, found the last bottle, poured water over his chest and Jar Jar's back.
They undulated together, slippery, lithe. Panaka licked and sucked at Jar Jar's haillu. Jar Jar shuddered and Panaka felt him letting down his genitals. They rubbed together on every stroke, Panaka's shaft and the bulge of Jar Jar's sac, both leaking a little. Under Panaka's tongue was the swamp, dank earth, mushrooms, spores.
Jar Jar was making noise now, no words, but he was loud, too loud. Panaka quickened his rhythm, pushed a little harder. Soon, soon. Then he felt the pulse against his cock, felt Jar Jar almost twist away as the he came. Panaka wasn't far behind, slamming his hips one last time and gripping Jar Jar's arms too tightly.
Panaka rolled over onto his back and tried to catch his breath. With any luck, it would be a very long trip to Tatooine. Jar Jar fell off the bed.
When he picked himself up, he grinned at Panaka. "Meesa bery relaxed, now. Yousa being very good."
"You too. Very good." Panaka smiled back. If he had this to look forward to every day, he'd be very relaxed the whole trip. "You've done this before, haven't you -- with a human."
Jar Jar flipped his haillu over his shoulders. "Why yousa thinkin' meesa banished?"
Gore does have a father who was a Senator, shithead. He is as deep in big money as he can be and has taken every opportunity to dive deeper. W is just better at it, frankly, no matter what the contest, I'd like my president to win.
Maybe you should stop beating off to George Michael Videos (Wham era) long enough to read a goddamn book.
He was beautiful. Looking across the gym, Philadelphia saw him. Practicing his Tai Chi, or Judo, or whatever martial art it was. She thought for a moment of what it would be like to have those beautiful Aryan blue eyes against her mound.
As soon as I saw her, I was rock hard. They call me Jackhammer Johnny. Looking at her leaned over that exercise bike, sweating, made me want to get behind her and drive my manhood so deep inside her, hard and fast until he broke her hips. It's not a violent thing, I just happen to like hard fucking.
Philadelphia was grinding against the bike seat, careful to mask her pleasure, but still allowing a quiet moan to escape her lips.
I could take no more, I walked over and placed my hand on that round, firm ass. I felt her orgasm, and strolled around in front of her. The advantage of coming to the gym late at night is that there tends to be nobody else there. This was just such a night. I dropped my pants.
Philadelphia's prayers were answered, here it was, this beautiful, long, thick cock. She knew what she needed to do, and she began kissing it. Moving from the base to the head and back again, then enveloping it in her warm throat.
"Let me fuck your throat, baby"
"mmphhh ggggrrrgle"
I had her head on the bike seat now, and I was fucking her so hard, I knew I was going to come soon. I felt one of her teeth break loose, then another. As I came, I pulled my member loose, leaving this woman with a mouthful of milky semen, blood and teeth.
Philadelphia had never been in so much pain in her life. It hurt to move her neck, and she no longer had any teeth. Yet she was unbelievable turned on.
"Fuck me!" she shouted, though it sounded more like "uhh eehh"
I needed no more encouragement. I threw her to the floor and slammed my throbbing erection into her gaping cunt. Slamming her over and over again against the hard floor, mmy stamina was truly paying off.
Philadelphia felt as her femur broke, then her pelvis. Felt her tailbone shatter against the hard floor, but still could not get enough. She merely prayed that she would not have an orgasm, so that this mysterious man would not break her back when she tensed up.
I felt her clinging to me with her arms and her now useless legs. I felt a bit guilty, clearly, she will never have sex again, but she should have known before sucking my cock what she was getting into.
Liter after liter of semen was flooding her depths. Philadelphia wondered if she should have perhaps asked him to wear a condom, but it is too late now. More hot come than she could have ever imagined filled her vagina to the point of bursting.
Amazingly, while spurting this amazing amount of manjuice, I was still going, and I felt her starting to tense up.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Philadelphia."
"Jackhammer Johnny."
I shook her hand as she came, inadvertently simultaneously shattering both her spinal collumn and her hand.
In the hospital, Philadelphia prayed that her angel would come and save her. Or at least fuck her. Her angel. Her Jackhammer Johnny.
whoever posted "A NIGGER'S DICK" troll, or has a copy of it, would you please repost it here for me? It has a special warm place near my heart.
Thanks!
It all began when I did my first neurosurgery rounds, the thrill of sawing through the skull, the crunching sounds, entering a brain is like entering a very tight asshole without lube. One night, a black man was in with advanced syphilis, his small hat seemed to indicate that he was a kike, but we cared for him anyway. I was doing a long surgery alone, and felt my cock harden as the scalpel slid into his parietal lobe. I could resist no longer, I unzipped my pants and began masturbating furiously right on the operating table. I was rubbing so hard, I barely registered the double click of a door opening and closing behind me. My head resident, Scott, was watching. As I turned to him, our eyes locked and I froze in fear. "Keep going," he said, his eyes burning with desire. I continued pumping my wide pink cock until I pumped nearly a liter of semen directly into the patient's brain. "It feels much better when you just fuck the brain," he said. As he said it, I realized what he wanted. Scott walked over to the operating table, smoothly cut a deep slit in the patient's brain and slid his cock in deep. As he did so, I roughly shoved my already hardening penis into his tight asshole, and we pumped away in our common rhythm until his semen and mine mixed deep in the negro's brain. A few rounds of fellatio later, we closed up the nigger's skull, leaving our crunchy dried semen all over his cortex. Since this experience I have fucked the brains of many patients, and I highly recommend brainfucking if you have access to passed out or dead people and bone-cutting equipment. No patient yet has died, though many have complained of debilitating migraines and i have seen four instances of stroke in 54 brains penetrated. I figure it's because they're dumber, but I highly recommend fucking the brains of niggers and spics, the further from true perfect Aryan the better.
Alright I was reading a couple stories and I just decided to share this little
story about the time I hit it with a Jew girl using deception and cunning. LOL.
I mean it's not real hard to act like another person or make others believe you
are.
When I was a senior in high school last year not long before my 18th birthday I
was just cruising through school. After we changed classes at the end of second
semester I got into a class with this really hot girl named Cindy who I was
sitting by in the seating chart, well I knew from the first day I was gonna try
and hit it with this girl, but I didn't think it would be nearly as complicated
as it turned out. One day in class we had to pair up and do this project (it was
history class) and it was on the Cold War, well into the convo we started
talking about those Jew Rosenberg's selling the atom bomb and I said "well what
the hell do you expect for those fucking kikes?" and she looked at me and said
"what did you just say?" and I repeated myself and she said, "You ignorant
asshole I'm Jewish," and I looked at her and said, "Well sux to be you" and
started laughing. Well we didn't talk the rest of the project, I just let her do
the work then I guess to be a dick I acted like I was scratching my arm and
pulled up the sleeve to show my Neo-Nazi tattoo to her (I am a proud and loyal
NNLR member) and she said, "I can't believe I am sitting next to a Nazi," and I
was like, "I am unfortunately not a Nazi, I missed the good old days," and
started laughing and man was she pissed.
To go on, well we went through the next few weeks barely saying anything to each
other and me and A.J. (a fellow NNLR in my class) would sometimes say some shit
to her. Well it pissed her off enough to try and get her boyfriend after me so
he came up to my table and asked me about some shit and I ended fucking him up
in the lunch room, I mean it was a weak fight with some Jew-loving soccer player
against me a pure Aryan linebacker. LOL. I ended up getting 10 days out for
drawing blood and I just cruised through that easy as hell.
When I came back I found out that sometime when I was gone she had broken up
with her boyfriend. I am not sure why, but it figures he gets his ass beat for
her and she dumps him later for something. Typical Jew. In class, she eyes me
when I sat down and didn't say anything to me, I started razzing her and was
like, "how's you boyfriend doing?" and she's like, "I am not going out with him
anymore but I am sure he's doing fine," and I said, "broke up with him after he
gets his ass beaten for you, that some kind of Hebrew thing?" and she said, "Oh
shut up you asshole, I am so tired of hearing you talk about that," and I razzed
her a little longer. Anyways, later in the month we had a project we had to do
out of class, and it had to be with my desk partner she was mad, but she's a
crazy A student and she asked me, "Well do you want to do the assignment at my
house or yours?" and I said, "Well I am not allowed to have Jews at my house"
and me and AJ started laughing, I was like, "Why don't you just do it?" and she
said, "'cause you're not getting an A for my work," so we ended up going to her
house well it's a typical Hebe home, with the 8 candle stuff and I knocked on
the door and her mom answered, "Hi, are you Luke?" and I was like, "In the
flesh," she said, "Come on in Cindy is in her room," and I looked around and saw
all this Jew stuff and I sort of scoffed, anyway I went to her room and she's
like, "Alright lets get started," and I was just looking around, "I don't think
I'll be able to concentrate in this Yid hol,e" and she's like, "Well then I'll
tell Mr. Deen that you didn't do anything," so I had to sit there and figure out
the project with her.
I wasn't really doing anything but nodding when she said something. While I was
sitting there I was scoping her and thinking what it would be like to get a
piece of Jew ass, I was thinking it the whole time I mean is there really
anything wrong with using one for sex? I mean not dating just fucking? and I
thought about that the whole time.
The night after I went home I was looking at my ceiling and thinking the whole
night on how to fuck Cindy, I was going over some ways and though well maybe
I'll be like in the movies and act like I changed and then after I fuck her,
just tell the bitch about it and break her little kick heart. LOL. I talked it
over with Tom, AJ, and Rob, they all wondered why I wanted to fuck the Jew, but
they knew she was hot and stuff. I decided to act like I didn't want to be a
NNLR anymore and have like AJ and them act like I changed in front of her. Not
to go into much detail, but it was a good plan to tap that ass.
At school the next day I went over to her and was like, "How you doing?" She
seemed a little surprised, "I'm alright," and then AJ walked by and we sorta
gave each other this fake little mean look that we made sure she noticed. She
was like, "Are you and AJ mad about something?" and I was like, "I don't know
he's a dick," she goes, "I thought you guys were good friends?" and I'm like,
"We were but the NNLR are starting to piss me off," and she's like "Is that so?"
and I'm like, "Yeah I am thinking about getting out," and she's like, "That's
good, maybe then you'll stop being such a prick." I wanted to say something but
I restrained and continued the charade.
It lasted much longer than that to her, and I'm not going to go into depth but
in the next few weeks I made it look like I had gotten out of the NNLR's and to
her I wasn't hanging out with them anymore well we had to do another project and
I was like, "Let's do it at my house" and she's like, "I thought you weren't
allowed to have Jewish people there?" I sorta gave a sad face and was like "I'm
not like that anymore," which she thought was true. That night I had to
rearrange my room take down all my party and NNLR emblems and stuff and I made a
great effort to make it look like a typical room. When she came over she was
like "Wow your house is nice," which it is since both my parents are business
workaholics and I'm like "Thanks, it's alright." Well we got into the project
and after it was done we started watching TV on the couch. We got into a deep
convo about the NNLR and I had to say some bad things that it was hard to say
and eventually when she was leaving I talked her into a date with me for
Saturday, I was gonna kiss her but I didn't really feel like pushing it since I
was hoping to get in those little kike panties this weekend anyway.
As the week went on we talked in class and stuff until she probably thought I
was a very tolerant ex-bigot that was pushed into joining the NNLR because of
bad parenting and a need for acceptance. LOL. Not bad huh?
As Saturday came along we went on our date and went to a real expensive place
and ate then we went to a movie, and we held hands and walked around the mall, I
could tell their was no way I was going to get in her pants on the first date
for some reason and I was a little pissed, but I figured it will come
eventually, the date ended that night after making plans for another and we went
into a french kiss in front of her house. She went inside and I wiped off my
mouth, damn I hated kissing the Jew, I just wanted to fuck her. LOL.
We had two more dates before anything real sexual happened and that was when we
were in my car outside her house after going to another expensive restaurant
(damn Jews) and she gave me a decent blowjob in the car. I came all in her mouth
and she swallowed every drop like a good Jew, we made plans for another date the
next weekend and I had the feeling I was finally going to fuck my Jew.
I picked her up and we went to see a movie, then after we went to eat and talk
and junk like that you gotta go through to get laid, I talked her into coming to
my house and I knew I was going to fuck her, well we got into it on the couch
and she gave me another decent blow job and again swallowed like a good Jew.
Then I got her into the bed by like fake tackling her after she stood up we
started laughing and she's like "stop it" and I undid the buttons on her shirt
and we started kissing. So much for stopping it, I got her bra off and sucked on
her tits, then got her jeans off and was about to pull off her panties and she's
like, "Stop it Luke!" and I stopped and looked up all sad faced like, "Why
what's wrong?" and she said, "I never had sex before."
I was rock hard, by the end of the sentence I had the opportunity to pop a Jew
girls cherry I started acting all nice like "Well I don't care if you're a
virgin you'll like it I promise," and she sat up and I kissed her and started
talking about never doing it and eventually I got her to lay down through some
good talking I might add and I took off her panties and finally got a glimpse of
her bush which was pretty fine I might add, I started thinking about a condom,
but then I was like are you stupid? Don't wear one, I mean she's probably not
even thinking about that, and pulled off my underwear and prepared to put it in,
then she asked about a condom and I said don't worry I'm sterile, LOL. I don't
know why she believed me but she didn't press the issue.
She looked a little scared but I wasn't really going to hurt her anyway in that
fashion 'cause I just wanted to fuck the kike bitch. I don't have a monster cock
like it seems everyone else in these stories have but I am very proud of my 7
incher and I led it to her very very tight pussy. I mean I had fucked tight
girls before but never a virgin, and I put it into her and she started like
sorta startled moaning and when I reached the hymen her face was all like all
closed up so I just rammed it in and busted the hymen, she screamed pretty loud,
but then I start inching it in and she was moaning sort of, well I continued the
pace figuring I'd fuck her again later and just went in and out till I came in
her. After I was done I looked at her and she was like all sweaty even worse
than me, and I don't know how much she enjoyed it, but she put her arm on me, I
fucked her again like 40 minutes later and this time I felt her orgasm, she
called her mom and said she was staying at a friend's, and then she fell asleep.
I laid on the bed thinking about how to show her that not only had I just used
her Jew body, but I was still a very loyal NNLR, so while she was sleeping I put
my room (which is my entire basement) like it was before that night she came for
the project, and I had my swastika flag over the bed and the Fuhrer and my SS
posters and stuff back up, and I even put my swastika screen saver on, then I
laid down next to her and dozed off.
I woke up the next morning before her when it was light and decided on another
thing to do so I left a note on the lampshade next to her all it said was
"Thanks for the easy fuck last night, I did enjoy it, when you wake up please
leave my room I don't want your Jewish bitch ass here longer than that. Claiming
NNLR 4 Life" LOL.
I sat in the living room and a little later I saw her walking on the side of our
house where the basement is onto the sidewalk to walk home and she was like
crying hard I mean like her face was so red. LOL. I loved it and the fact that
she lives a 10 minute drive from me and she had to walk all red and stuff home.
When I went to school on Monday I found out that she had asked Mr. Deen for a
new seat and talked him into it and I got to sit my AJ which was cool as hell. I
looked at her but she just sat there and didn't look back. I heard later from
friends she had to go through therapy and all this stuff and her Dad like almost
came after me with a gun when she got home that day, and I wish he would have
I'd have dropped his ass with my.45 as soon as he stepped foot on my property.
There are a lot of people nowadays getting into noncommutative quantum field theories, where the HUP is not just epistemological, but genuinely ontological. The idea is that the phase space (position + momentum), which someone well informed might call the cotangent bundle of spacetime, doesn't actually contain any points in the traditional sense. In this model it is not just that we can't measure or can't know position and momentum, the two coordinates do not simultaneously exist.
Oops, silly me, I'm logged in with my troll account!
It all began when I did my first neurosurgery rounds, the thrill of sawing through the skull, the crunching sounds, entering a brain is like entering a very tight asshole without lube. One night, a black man was in with advanced syphilis, his small hat seemed to indicate that he was a kike, but we cared for him anyway. I was doing a long surgery alone, and felt my cock harden as the scalpel slid into his parietal lobe. I could resist no longer, I unzipped my pants and began masturbating furiously right on the operating table. I was rubbing so hard, I barely registered the double click of a door opening and closing behind me. My head resident, Scott, was watching. As I turned to him, our eyes locked and I froze in fear.
"Keep going," he said, his eyes burning with desire.
I continued pumping my wide pink cock until I pumped nearly a liter of semen directly into the patient's brain.
"It feels much better when you just fuck the brain," he said.
As he said it, I realized what he wanted. Scott walked over to the operating table, smoothly cut a deep slit in the patient's brain and slid his cock in deep. As he did so, I roughly shoved my already hardening penis into his tight asshole, and we pumped away in our common rhythm until his semen and mine mixed deep in the negro's brain.
A few rounds of fellatio later, we closed up the nigger's skull, leaving our crunchy dry cum all over his cortex.
Since this experience I have fucked the brains of many patients, and I highly recommend brainfucking if you have access to passed out or dead people and bone-cutting equipment. No patient yet has died, though many have complained of debilitating migraines and i have seen four instances of stroke in 54 brains penetrated. I figure it's because they're dumber, but I highly recommend fucking the brains of niggers and spics, the further from true perfect Aryan the better.
Here ye, here ye, all trolls come out of yer lairs!
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Speaking of pisty fist, CmdrTaco and I tried out urethral fistfucking for the first time in recorded history last night. I had filled his urethra with my cock many times, but the prospect of an entire fist without lube excited us both. Unfortunately, his cock split in two. My fist was covered in blood. We tried sewing it together, but Hemos insisted on flossing with the sutures. He can still snot me, so not all is lost, but it is a shame that I was only able to pop his cock once. If you only knew the satisfaction of gripping his balls from the inside and tearing them out through a gaping bloody stump of a cock.
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that's always a shame, when the person making the obligatory remark is such an utter faggot that he doesn't know the diference between "to" and "too"?
nigger nigger nigger! you nig taster!
Preferred music for trolling:
Adam F Feat. MOP - Stand Clear
M Beat Feat. General Levy - Incredible
Tupac Feat. Bone Thugs - Thug Love
The sound of my dick in a child's ass (specifically the relentless "SLOP THUNK" of my 14 inch rod entering a well greased baby (lubed with blood and shit)).
Symbiosis
by Halrloprillalar
"Panaka." Now what?
The voice of his second-in-command crackled from the communicator. "We've got almost everyone assigned to quarters, sir."
"Almost?"
"I gave the Jedi the large room, as you ordered. There are just enough bunks for the guard and crew, with the Queen's sentries on rotation."
"Good. So, what's the problem?"
"The Gungan, sir. It's...in the way."
"I'll be right there." The Gungan. Of course.
When Panaka reached the wardroom, he found some of the crew clustered at one end, the Gungan drooping at the other, and his officer standing in the middle, writing on a clipboard.
"Tolmen, report."
The officer looked up. "It's bothering the crew, sir. Some of them say it's unlucky to have it aboard."
"Have you found quarters for him?"
"Well, my first thought was to let it stay in the droid area -- there's enough space. But then I thought the Jedi might be offended."
"Why didn't you put him in with them?"
Tolmen frowned. "I suggested it, but the Master Jedi said there wasn't enough room. I didn't press the issue."
Panaka nodded. He found the Jedi irritating, but it would be foolish to cross them. "It's too cold for him to sleep with the droids, anyway."
"How can you tell it's a him?" Tolmen smirked. "They all look the same to me."
How could Tolmen not tell? The shape of the skull, the lack of a pouch-bulge. The lines and build of the body. The length and contours of the haillu that draped miserably over the Gungan's chest. This was obviously an Otolla Gungan, male, and probably in his early twenties. "I have room," Panaka said. "He can bunk with me."
"Are you sure, sir? You shouldn't have to put up--"
Panaka held up a hand to cut him off. "At this point, I think it's just best to get him out of here. His presence obviously bothers the crew."
"Thank you, sir."
"You get back to doing the duty roster. I'll take care of this." Panaka approached the Gungan. "Follow me. I'll show you to your quarters." He watched the creature stand and smile nervously. Panaka smiled back. The Gungan's presence made him uncomfortable too.
Just in a different way.
He had felt it ever since they had come aboard, even during the tense moments of the battle. Smelled a faint wet tang in the air that raised the small hairs on the back of his neck and gave him at least one deep shiver that wasn't from fear. He had put it out of his mind, though. His was a vice others didn't understand very well and until this moment, he had planned not to indulge it. But it had been so long.
Panaka turned and led the way out of the wardroom. In the corridor, the Gungan walked beside him. "Meesa Jar Jar Binks."
"Panaka." He held out his hand and Jar Jar clasped it briefly. As the thick, cool fingers wrapped around his own, Panaka knew he was at least going to give it a try. Like his grandmother always told him, a missed opportunity was a missed life. And they were all going to die anyhow, right? So what did it matter if anyone suspected him of being a clamdigger?
They stopped and Panaka opened the door. His quarters were small, but there were two bunks, one on each wall, and a table to sit at. Jar Jar stooped inside. "Dissen nice."
"Stay here, okay? I'll get you some dinner." Panaka closed the door and headed to the galley. There wasn't much there that would appeal to a Gungan, but he found some cheese and a loaf of bread. And several bottles of water, very important.
Almost forgot. He buzzed Tolmen. "I'm going off-shift now. Don't call me unless there's an emergency." Then he was back in front of the door. It hissed open.
Jar Jar sat on one of the bunks, head hanging sheepishly. The table lay crumpled on the floor, twisted beyond repair. The Gungan looked at him and smiled weakly. "Sorry."
Annoying. He must have tried to climb on it or something. But Panaka couldn't afford to get upset with Jar Jar. This wasn't a house of ill-repute where a swampsucker like him could take his pleasure and hide his identity as long as he had the cash. Be nice, now. "Accidents happen. Don't worry about it." This could work to his advantage, actually. He sat down next to the Gungan. "Eat."
"Tank you. Meesa bery hungry." Panaka leaned back a little and breathed in the fragrance of the Gungan's skin, that damp, earthy smell that always made him think of growing things, of dripping ferns and burrowing gumbols. His blood was stirred, his fingers crept towards the Gungan's thigh and he only stopped them just in time. Deep breath -- in -- out -- okay.
The food was gone and all but one bottle of water. How to begin?
"Where weesa goin'?" Jar Jar turned, his haillu flopping down his back.
"Tatooine." Yes, this was it. "Very hot, very dry. You'll have to be careful not to get dehydrated or sunburned." He brushed his fingers along Jar Jar's arm. "Your skin is starting to dry out already."
"Tis?" Holding up his arm, Jar Jar peered at the mottled skin. "Maybe a bitty dry."
"I have some lotion." Panaka stood, crossed to his bunk, found the cream in his cabinet. "It's good to relax." He took a moment to unbutton his uniform jacket and pull off his boots, then made a show of stretching. It was a little chilly, but his undershirt was warm enough.
"Relaxin'? Meesa scared! Yousa thinkin' weesa not dyin'?"
"Of course not. Here, this will help you calm down." Panaka climbed onto the bunk and knelt behind the Gungan.
"What yousa doin'?" Jar Jar craned his neck around to look at Panaka.
Squirting some lotion into his palm, Panaka showed it to the Gungan. "Okay? You'll feel better."
A trace of surprise showed in the set of Jar Jar's haillu as he turned again. "Okiday. Tis a long time since meesa havin' fancy skin-salve."
Panaka spread the lotion over his fingertips. "Jar Jar, how did you meet the Jedi, anyhow?" He smoothed the lotion over the crown of Jar Jar's head and massaged it in.
"Dat's feelin' good. Da Jedi? Well, in da mornin', I was wakin' up early..."
Tuning out the story, Panaka concentrated on Jar Jar's skin, the way it gave under his touch. A little springy, it dented and smoothed out again and again -- no fingerprints left there. Some more lotion and he began to rub it into the haillu. Here there were ridges, sensitive ridges that made Jar Jar wriggle a bit as he stroked across them. He had heard that the ridge patterns were used for identification among the Gungans. It made sense -- he had touched many a haillu in his time and no two pair had ever felt the same.
Panaka lingered over them, massaging down to the tips, wanting to lift the haillu and rub his face into them. He wasn't used to this kind of seduction and the slow pace only made him more aroused. Moving to the base of Jar Jar's neck, Panaka pressed firmly into the supple skin and felt Jar Jar move back into the touch. Gungans were such sensual creatures. Good, good.
"So, den, dere were dese monsters and meesa thinkin' weesa goners for sure!"
"Jar Jar."
"And meesa screamin' and yellin' and--"
"Jar Jar, I'll do your back now. Take off your shirt." The first major obstacle. If he could just get at a little more skin, Panaka was fairly confident he could pull this off.
"Takin' it off now, okiday." Vest and tunic fell in a heap on the floor. Quietly, Panaka stripped off his own shirt. He ran one hand down Jar Jar's back, letting his fingers follow the swirl and twist of the orange markings. Both hands, then, in circles slow with intent. No need for lotion -- the skin was cool and moist against his palms. Dimly, he noticed that the story was over. Or at least Jar Jar had stopped talking.
Now. Panaka slid his hands around under the Gungan's arms and moved close, his chest pressed tight to Jar Jar's back. He felt the Gungan sigh. "Dat's feeling *really* good."
Yes. Really good. His heart pounded against the Gungan's skin. No more pretence. Panaka pressed his mouth to Jar Jar's neck, sliding his head in under the haillu, then tasting the musty, moist flesh. He stroked Jar Jar's chest, up and down and down to the boneless hips, thumbs pulling at the waistband. Large hands covered his own. "Meesa thinkin' meesa better do this."
Their skin clung for a fraction of a second as they rolled apart. Panaka was naked before the Gungan had finished getting himself tangled in his own pants. Biting back a laugh -- Gungans were usually so graceful -- Panaka kept Jar Jar from tumbling off the bunk.
Then they stretched out again, facing this time, and Panaka felt the Gungan's hands on his body. He found the special spot just down the chest that most seemed to...yes, this one too. He sucked and a shudder rolled through Jar Jar.
The Gungan's mouth was on Panaka's neck, just where it met the shoulder. Panaka moved his hands down to stroke Jar Jar's thighs. The flesh was even smoother there. They should be lying on damp soil, their skin smudged and cold. The Gungan let out a breath that vibrated against Panaka's skin and made him shiver.
Enough. Panaka moved so he was behind Jar Jar, pressed close, pressed his cock between the Gungan's thighs. "Okay?"
"Okiday." Jar Jar shifted a little and Panaka began to thrust, sliding through the slickness of the Jar Jar's legs and back again. He reached out blindly, found the last bottle, poured water over his chest and Jar Jar's back.
They undulated together, slippery, lithe. Panaka licked and sucked at Jar Jar's haillu. Jar Jar shuddered and Panaka felt him letting down his genitals. They rubbed together on every stroke, Panaka's shaft and the bulge of Jar Jar's sac, both leaking a little. Under Panaka's tongue was the swamp, dank earth, mushrooms, spores.
Jar Jar was making noise now, no words, but he was loud, too loud. Panaka quickened his rhythm, pushed a little harder. Soon, soon. Then he felt the pulse against his cock, felt Jar Jar almost twist away as the he came. Panaka wasn't far behind, slamming his hips one last time and gripping Jar Jar's arms too tightly.
Panaka rolled over onto his back and tried to catch his breath. With any luck, it would be a very long trip to Tatooine. Jar Jar fell off the bed.
When he picked himself up, he grinned at Panaka. "Meesa bery relaxed, now. Yousa being very good."
"You too. Very good." Panaka smiled back. If he had this to look forward to every day, he'd be very relaxed the whole trip. "You've done this before, haven't you -- with a human."
Jar Jar flipped his haillu over his shoulders. "Why yousa thinkin' meesa banished?"
F I N I S
In SOVIET RUSSIA, you catch a raw beating
Islamic Jihad, nigga!
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I agree!
You should feel stupid, as you are obviously a fucking idiot. I will spraypaint those buzzwords on your tombstone. Then I will begin a bukkakethon.
beware to all faggots: beware! don't make me ream you, thank you. that goes double for my faggot-assed brother.
Gore does have a father who was a Senator, shithead. He is as deep in big money as he can be and has taken every opportunity to dive deeper. W is just better at it, frankly, no matter what the contest, I'd like my president to win. Maybe you should stop beating off to George Michael Videos (Wham era) long enough to read a goddamn book.
He was beautiful. Looking across the gym, Philadelphia saw him. Practicing his Tai Chi, or Judo, or whatever martial art it was. She thought for a moment of what it would be like to have those beautiful Aryan blue eyes against her mound.
As soon as I saw her, I was rock hard. They call me Jackhammer Johnny. Looking at her leaned over that exercise bike, sweating, made me want to get behind her and drive my manhood so deep inside her, hard and fast until he broke her hips. It's not a violent thing, I just happen to like hard fucking.
Philadelphia was grinding against the bike seat, careful to mask her pleasure, but still allowing a quiet moan to escape her lips.
I could take no more, I walked over and placed my hand on that round, firm ass. I felt her orgasm, and strolled around in front of her. The advantage of coming to the gym late at night is that there tends to be nobody else there. This was just such a night. I dropped my pants.
Philadelphia's prayers were answered, here it was, this beautiful, long, thick cock. She knew what she needed to do, and she began kissing it. Moving from the base to the head and back again, then enveloping it in her warm throat.
"Let me fuck your throat, baby"
"mmphhh ggggrrrgle"
I had her head on the bike seat now, and I was fucking her so hard, I knew I was going to come soon. I felt one of her teeth break loose, then another. As I came, I pulled my member loose, leaving this woman with a mouthful of milky semen, blood and teeth.
Philadelphia had never been in so much pain in her life. It hurt to move her neck, and she no longer had any teeth. Yet she was unbelievable turned on.
"Fuck me!" she shouted, though it sounded more like "uhh eehh"
I needed no more encouragement. I threw her to the floor and slammed my throbbing erection into her gaping cunt. Slamming her over and over again against the hard floor, mmy stamina was truly paying off.
Philadelphia felt as her femur broke, then her pelvis. Felt her tailbone shatter against the hard floor, but still could not get enough. She merely prayed that she would not have an orgasm, so that this mysterious man would not break her back when she tensed up.
I felt her clinging to me with her arms and her now useless legs. I felt a bit guilty, clearly, she will never have sex again, but she should have known before sucking my cock what she was getting into.
Liter after liter of semen was flooding her depths. Philadelphia wondered if she should have perhaps asked him to wear a condom, but it is too late now. More hot come than she could have ever imagined filled her vagina to the point of bursting.
Amazingly, while spurting this amazing amount of manjuice, I was still going, and I felt her starting to tense up.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Philadelphia."
"Jackhammer Johnny."
I shook her hand as she came, inadvertently simultaneously shattering both her spinal collumn and her hand.
In the hospital, Philadelphia prayed that her angel would come and save her. Or at least fuck her. Her angel. Her Jackhammer Johnny.
whoever posted "A NIGGER'S DICK" troll, or has a copy of it, would you please repost it here for me? It has a special warm place near my heart. Thanks!
bukkake.
It all began when I did my first neurosurgery rounds, the thrill of sawing through the skull, the crunching sounds, entering a brain is like entering a very tight asshole without lube. One night, a black man was in with advanced syphilis, his small hat seemed to indicate that he was a kike, but we cared for him anyway. I was doing a long surgery alone, and felt my cock harden as the scalpel slid into his parietal lobe. I could resist no longer, I unzipped my pants and began masturbating furiously right on the operating table. I was rubbing so hard, I barely registered the double click of a door opening and closing behind me. My head resident, Scott, was watching. As I turned to him, our eyes locked and I froze in fear. "Keep going," he said, his eyes burning with desire. I continued pumping my wide pink cock until I pumped nearly a liter of semen directly into the patient's brain. "It feels much better when you just fuck the brain," he said. As he said it, I realized what he wanted. Scott walked over to the operating table, smoothly cut a deep slit in the patient's brain and slid his cock in deep. As he did so, I roughly shoved my already hardening penis into his tight asshole, and we pumped away in our common rhythm until his semen and mine mixed deep in the negro's brain. A few rounds of fellatio later, we closed up the nigger's skull, leaving our crunchy dried semen all over his cortex. Since this experience I have fucked the brains of many patients, and I highly recommend brainfucking if you have access to passed out or dead people and bone-cutting equipment. No patient yet has died, though many have complained of debilitating migraines and i have seen four instances of stroke in 54 brains penetrated. I figure it's because they're dumber, but I highly recommend fucking the brains of niggers and spics, the further from true perfect Aryan the better.
Alright I was reading a couple stories and I just decided to share this little
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story about the time I hit it with a Jew girl using deception and cunning. LOL.
I mean it's not real hard to act like another person or make others believe you
are.
When I was a senior in high school last year not long before my 18th birthday I
was just cruising through school. After we changed classes at the end of second
semester I got into a class with this really hot girl named Cindy who I was
sitting by in the seating chart, well I knew from the first day I was gonna try
and hit it with this girl, but I didn't think it would be nearly as complicated
as it turned out. One day in class we had to pair up and do this project (it was
history class) and it was on the Cold War, well into the convo we started
talking about those Jew Rosenberg's selling the atom bomb and I said "well what
the hell do you expect for those fucking kikes?" and she looked at me and said
"what did you just say?" and I repeated myself and she said, "You ignorant
asshole I'm Jewish," and I looked at her and said, "Well sux to be you" and
started laughing. Well we didn't talk the rest of the project, I just let her do
the work then I guess to be a dick I acted like I was scratching my arm and
pulled up the sleeve to show my Neo-Nazi tattoo to her (I am a proud and loyal
NNLR member) and she said, "I can't believe I am sitting next to a Nazi," and I
was like, "I am unfortunately not a Nazi, I missed the good old days," and
started laughing and man was she pissed.
To go on, well we went through the next few weeks barely saying anything to each
other and me and A.J. (a fellow NNLR in my class) would sometimes say some shit
to her. Well it pissed her off enough to try and get her boyfriend after me so
he came up to my table and asked me about some shit and I ended fucking him up
in the lunch room, I mean it was a weak fight with some Jew-loving soccer player
against me a pure Aryan linebacker. LOL. I ended up getting 10 days out for
drawing blood and I just cruised through that easy as hell.
When I came back I found out that sometime when I was gone she had broken up
with her boyfriend. I am not sure why, but it figures he gets his ass beat for
her and she dumps him later for something. Typical Jew. In class, she eyes me
when I sat down and didn't say anything to me, I started razzing her and was
like, "how's you boyfriend doing?" and she's like, "I am not going out with him
anymore but I am sure he's doing fine," and I said, "broke up with him after he
gets his ass beaten for you, that some kind of Hebrew thing?" and she said, "Oh
shut up you asshole, I am so tired of hearing you talk about that," and I razzed
her a little longer. Anyways, later in the month we had a project we had to do
out of class, and it had to be with my desk partner she was mad, but she's a
crazy A student and she asked me, "Well do you want to do the assignment at my
house or yours?" and I said, "Well I am not allowed to have Jews at my house"
and me and AJ started laughing, I was like, "Why don't you just do it?" and she
said, "'cause you're not getting an A for my work," so we ended up going to her
house well it's a typical Hebe home, with the 8 candle stuff and I knocked on
the door and her mom answered, "Hi, are you Luke?" and I was like, "In the
flesh," she said, "Come on in Cindy is in her room," and I looked around and saw
all this Jew stuff and I sort of scoffed, anyway I went to her room and she's
like, "Alright lets get started," and I was just looking around, "I don't think
I'll be able to concentrate in this Yid hol,e" and she's like, "Well then I'll
tell Mr. Deen that you didn't do anything," so I had to sit there and figure out
the project with her.
I wasn't really doing anything but nodding when she said something. While I was
sitting there I was scoping her and thinking what it would be like to get a
piece of Jew ass, I was thinking it the whole time I mean is there really
anything wrong with using one for sex? I mean not dating just fucking? and I
thought about that the whole time.
The night after I went home I was looking at my ceiling and thinking the whole
night on how to fuck Cindy, I was going over some ways and though well maybe
I'll be like in the movies and act like I changed and then after I fuck her,
just tell the bitch about it and break her little kick heart. LOL. I talked it
over with Tom, AJ, and Rob, they all wondered why I wanted to fuck the Jew, but
they knew she was hot and stuff. I decided to act like I didn't want to be a
NNLR anymore and have like AJ and them act like I changed in front of her. Not
to go into much detail, but it was a good plan to tap that ass.
At school the next day I went over to her and was like, "How you doing?" She
seemed a little surprised, "I'm alright," and then AJ walked by and we sorta
gave each other this fake little mean look that we made sure she noticed. She
was like, "Are you and AJ mad about something?" and I was like, "I don't know
he's a dick," she goes, "I thought you guys were good friends?" and I'm like,
"We were but the NNLR are starting to piss me off," and she's like "Is that so?"
and I'm like, "Yeah I am thinking about getting out," and she's like, "That's
good, maybe then you'll stop being such a prick." I wanted to say something but
I restrained and continued the charade.
It lasted much longer than that to her, and I'm not going to go into depth but
in the next few weeks I made it look like I had gotten out of the NNLR's and to
her I wasn't hanging out with them anymore well we had to do another project and
I was like, "Let's do it at my house" and she's like, "I thought you weren't
allowed to have Jewish people there?" I sorta gave a sad face and was like "I'm
not like that anymore," which she thought was true. That night I had to
rearrange my room take down all my party and NNLR emblems and stuff and I made a
great effort to make it look like a typical room. When she came over she was
like "Wow your house is nice," which it is since both my parents are business
workaholics and I'm like "Thanks, it's alright." Well we got into the project
and after it was done we started watching TV on the couch. We got into a deep
convo about the NNLR and I had to say some bad things that it was hard to say
and eventually when she was leaving I talked her into a date with me for
Saturday, I was gonna kiss her but I didn't really feel like pushing it since I
was hoping to get in those little kike panties this weekend anyway.
As the week went on we talked in class and stuff until she probably thought I
was a very tolerant ex-bigot that was pushed into joining the NNLR because of
bad parenting and a need for acceptance. LOL. Not bad huh?
As Saturday came along we went on our date and went to a real expensive place
and ate then we went to a movie, and we held hands and walked around the mall, I
could tell their was no way I was going to get in her pants on the first date
for some reason and I was a little pissed, but I figured it will come
eventually, the date ended that night after making plans for another and we went
into a french kiss in front of her house. She went inside and I wiped off my
mouth, damn I hated kissing the Jew, I just wanted to fuck her. LOL.
We had two more dates before anything real sexual happened and that was when we
were in my car outside her house after going to another expensive restaurant
(damn Jews) and she gave me a decent blowjob in the car. I came all in her mouth
and she swallowed every drop like a good Jew, we made plans for another date the
next weekend and I had the feeling I was finally going to fuck my Jew.
I picked her up and we went to see a movie, then after we went to eat and talk
and junk like that you gotta go through to get laid, I talked her into coming to
my house and I knew I was going to fuck her, well we got into it on the couch
and she gave me another decent blow job and again swallowed like a good Jew.
Then I got her into the bed by like fake tackling her after she stood up we
started laughing and she's like "stop it" and I undid the buttons on her shirt
and we started kissing. So much for stopping it, I got her bra off and sucked on
her tits, then got her jeans off and was about to pull off her panties and she's
like, "Stop it Luke!" and I stopped and looked up all sad faced like, "Why
what's wrong?" and she said, "I never had sex before."
I was rock hard, by the end of the sentence I had the opportunity to pop a Jew
girls cherry I started acting all nice like "Well I don't care if you're a
virgin you'll like it I promise," and she sat up and I kissed her and started
talking about never doing it and eventually I got her to lay down through some
good talking I might add and I took off her panties and finally got a glimpse of
her bush which was pretty fine I might add, I started thinking about a condom,
but then I was like are you stupid? Don't wear one, I mean she's probably not
even thinking about that, and pulled off my underwear and prepared to put it in,
then she asked about a condom and I said don't worry I'm sterile, LOL. I don't
know why she believed me but she didn't press the issue.
She looked a little scared but I wasn't really going to hurt her anyway in that
fashion 'cause I just wanted to fuck the kike bitch. I don't have a monster cock
like it seems everyone else in these stories have but I am very proud of my 7
incher and I led it to her very very tight pussy. I mean I had fucked tight
girls before but never a virgin, and I put it into her and she started like
sorta startled moaning and when I reached the hymen her face was all like all
closed up so I just rammed it in and busted the hymen, she screamed pretty loud,
but then I start inching it in and she was moaning sort of, well I continued the
pace figuring I'd fuck her again later and just went in and out till I came in
her. After I was done I looked at her and she was like all sweaty even worse
than me, and I don't know how much she enjoyed it, but she put her arm on me, I
fucked her again like 40 minutes later and this time I felt her orgasm, she
called her mom and said she was staying at a friend's, and then she fell asleep.
I laid on the bed thinking about how to show her that not only had I just used
her Jew body, but I was still a very loyal NNLR, so while she was sleeping I put
my room (which is my entire basement) like it was before that night she came for
the project, and I had my swastika flag over the bed and the Fuhrer and my SS
posters and stuff back up, and I even put my swastika screen saver on, then I
laid down next to her and dozed off.
I woke up the next morning before her when it was light and decided on another
thing to do so I left a note on the lampshade next to her all it said was
"Thanks for the easy fuck last night, I did enjoy it, when you wake up please
leave my room I don't want your Jewish bitch ass here longer than that. Claiming
NNLR 4 Life" LOL.
I sat in the living room and a little later I saw her walking on the side of our
house where the basement is onto the sidewalk to walk home and she was like
crying hard I mean like her face was so red. LOL. I loved it and the fact that
she lives a 10 minute drive from me and she had to walk all red and stuff home.
When I went to school on Monday I found out that she had asked Mr. Deen for a
new seat and talked him into it and I got to sit my AJ which was cool as hell. I
looked at her but she just sat there and didn't look back. I heard later from
friends she had to go through therapy and all this stuff and her Dad like almost
came after me with a gun when she got home that day, and I wish he would have
I'd have dropped his ass with my
There are a lot of people nowadays getting into noncommutative quantum field theories, where the HUP is not just epistemological, but genuinely ontological. The idea is that the phase space (position + momentum), which someone well informed might call the cotangent bundle of spacetime, doesn't actually contain any points in the traditional sense. In this model it is not just that we can't measure or can't know position and momentum, the two coordinates do not simultaneously exist. Oops, silly me, I'm logged in with my troll account!
Oh no, the president has been shot!
By me!
It all began when I did my first neurosurgery rounds, the thrill of sawing through the skull, the crunching sounds, entering a brain is like entering a very tight asshole without lube. One night, a black man was in with advanced syphilis, his small hat seemed to indicate that he was a kike, but we cared for him anyway. I was doing a long surgery alone, and felt my cock harden as the scalpel slid into his parietal lobe. I could resist no longer, I unzipped my pants and began masturbating furiously right on the operating table. I was rubbing so hard, I barely registered the double click of a door opening and closing behind me. My head resident, Scott, was watching. As I turned to him, our eyes locked and I froze in fear. "Keep going," he said, his eyes burning with desire. I continued pumping my wide pink cock until I pumped nearly a liter of semen directly into the patient's brain. "It feels much better when you just fuck the brain," he said. As he said it, I realized what he wanted. Scott walked over to the operating table, smoothly cut a deep slit in the patient's brain and slid his cock in deep. As he did so, I roughly shoved my already hardening penis into his tight asshole, and we pumped away in our common rhythm until his semen and mine mixed deep in the negro's brain. A few rounds of fellatio later, we closed up the nigger's skull, leaving our crunchy dry cum all over his cortex. Since this experience I have fucked the brains of many patients, and I highly recommend brainfucking if you have access to passed out or dead people and bone-cutting equipment. No patient yet has died, though many have complained of debilitating migraines and i have seen four instances of stroke in 54 brains penetrated. I figure it's because they're dumber, but I highly recommend fucking the brains of niggers and spics, the further from true perfect Aryan the better.
my cock + your eye = waterfall of cum
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Speaking of pisty fist, CmdrTaco and I tried out urethral fistfucking for the first time in recorded history last night. I had filled his urethra with my cock many times, but the prospect of an entire fist without lube excited us both. Unfortunately, his cock split in two. My fist was covered in blood. We tried sewing it together, but Hemos insisted on flossing with the sutures. He can still snot me, so not all is lost, but it is a shame that I was only able to pop his cock once. If you only knew the satisfaction of gripping his balls from the inside and tearing them out through a gaping bloody stump of a cock.
A man after my own heart.