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Cmdr Taco's mom felt a chill course through her as she loaded the dishwasher. That thermostat must be broken, she told herself. Why was it so cold in here? She crossed her arms across her tits for warmth, unaware she was entirely naked except for the white apron tied around her narrow waist.
She wandered into the living room, but discovered the heat was turned fully on. Only when she stood over the hissing air vent did she feel
warm enough. Her apron lifted and revealed her cunt to the empty room.
Hey, Mrs. Malda! Hemos walked into the room. He almost tripped over the carpet when he saw her.
What's the matter? Cmdr Taco's mom cocked her head at the young boy. He held a camera in his hand.
Do you mind if I take a picture of you?
What? She took a second look at the camera. That's Taco camera.
Uh, yeah. Hemos's bluster faltered.
Cmdr Taco's mom looked at herself. The wildly splaying apron fascinated her briefly. She shrugged her shoulders at Hemos and said, If it's for Taco, I guess it would be okay.
Gosh, you really look out for him don't you? Hemos aimed the camera. He centered the shot on the mother's perfect navel. Her nipples were
the only item of interest still somewhat covered by the billowing apron.
He's my son. I'd do anything to make him well again. Cmdr Taco's mom said earnestly.
This photo is going to make him feel a whole lot better. Especially, if you suddenly get better yourself, he said to himself. The boy waited until the apron lifted straight out.
SNAP!
It was a perfect shot. Hemos just knew it. Gee, thanks Mrs. Malda.
How many more pictures are left? She asked curiously.
Uh, He looked. Seven.
We'll if it's for Taco, maybe you should take more than one. She suggested.
Hemos visibly gulped. Here he was standing in front of the most beautiful woman in his neighborhood. She was a respected woman with a
reputation for being excessively reserved. And not only was she was completely naked in front of Her underaged guest, she wanted him to
take more pictures! All three of the boys had been sure he wouldn't even get one.
Here, let me get this silly thing off. Cmdr Taco's mom tugged at her apron strings.
The rising heat blew it away.
It makes me look so domestic.
The next seven finger presses were the most difficult thing Hemos had ever done. His raging hard-on wanted to leap out of his pants, and his
brain was fogged with lust.
She turned from side to side. The house mother posed more provocatively with every snap of the shutter. Her legs opened and she
held up her tits. Then she started rubbing her hands all over herself.
The last shot Hemos took was of Taco' mom with her legs wide open with a hand deep in her cunt as she aimed one of her incredible tits
to her mouth.
Cum spilled into his pants. Hemos grunted and nearly dropped the camera as he temporarily lost his vision.
You'd better run up and show Taco. I've got housework to do. Cmdr Taco's mom turned her back on the thin wisp of white cloth lying on the living room carpet as she walked into the kitchen. She felt quite warm.
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I want your mom so bad! CowboyNeal breathed.
The pile of eight photos lay arranged on Taco' bed like an alter to a modern day goddess. Three boys crowded his mattress, their faces
studying the naked woman were flush with emotions.
Shut up! Taco snapped.
Yeah, CowboyNeal I thought you wanted your own mother. Hemos snickered.
I wish I could... CowboyNeal began.
...jack off! Hemos laughed.
Shut up! CowboyNeal pouted....if only I had the guts. Taco, there's gotta be a reason your mom is getting naked for us. Maybe she'd do
something else if we knew what it was?
She told me she'd do anything for Taco. Hemos trilled his voice like a fluttering girl. Oh Taco, if only you'd get better, I'd climb
on top of you and ride you like a fireman on a hose.
Knock it off. Taco spoke seriously.
I want to knock her up! Hemos stared at his friend. He had decided the moment his balls emptied into his pants, having taken the last
picture, that Mrs. Malda would be the recipient of his next load. He knew he had enough information to make sure of exactly that.
Hey, this isn't funny. Taco said irritably.
What are you going to do about it, Frankenstein's Mummy? CowboyNeal teased.
I'm not joking. Hemos stated.
My mom may be a little crazy right now, but she's not stupid. Taco called Hemos's bluff.
Then CowboyNeal and I will give her smart choices.
Huh? CowboyNeal looked at the bigger boy.
We've got photos. We know she's radically upset over Taco. I think we can make her do anything.
You'd better not. Taco fumed.
Don't worry, Taco. We'll cut you in on the action, if you behave yourself.
I will not. Taco countered, but already he was imagining the two boys touching his naked mother. He need only to look at the
provocative pictures on his blanket and mentally add both friends inside the frames, their hands and cocks rubbing all over his mom. His
own cock readily anticipated future cooperation.
Gee, do you really think so? CowboyNeal's eyes grew as big as eggs.
At least we can give it a try. Hemos lost only a little bluster as he faced the reality of their plans. CowboyNeal, you get to go first. He
grinned.
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Cmdr Taco's mom sorted laundry in the room next to her kitchen. Every time she held up one of her shirts, she held it to her naked body and
looked down.
I don't have anything to wear!
Uh, M-Mrs. Malda? CowboyNeal looked at the floor. Witnessing the gorgeous woman deprived him of thought.
Yes, CowboyNeal? Cmdr Taco's mom pressed a long sleeve shirt to herself.
I think there's something wrong with Taco. CowboyNeal looked up full of fear that she wouldn't believe him.
Taco' mother dropped the shirt and her naked body absorbed the young boy's attention.
My goodness, no! What's the matter? She hurried to the doorway.
CowboyNeal found himself following the juiciest looking behind he had ever seen. It was the first one he had seen. Her ass cheeks bounced and swayed and jittered like fish on a line. She crossed the kitchen and entered the living room at twice his pace.
He said something about not being able to move his head.
Oh, dear! She raced up the steps and swept through the short hall into his room.
Taco, mommy's here honey. She stopped at his bed, looking scared.
I said I was getting better.
Taco? His mother tilted her head. But CowboyNeal told me... Her tits hung down out of line with her cute belly button.
He ran out the door before Taco could tell him. Hemos stepped up, behind the adult woman.
It's my fault mom. Taco gulped. Now he had to remember what to say,
but his mother's body was so close and so anxious. His growing prick
sucked at his mind. I told him I had a pain in my neck, but when I
looked at your photos it went away.
I'm such a dummy. CowboyNeal breathed rapidly. I thought you said you got
the pain when you looked down.
I guess it was a silly mistake. Hemos moved closer behind Taco'
mother.
What photographs are you talking about? Cmdr Taco's mom then noticed the
glossy prints at the foot of the bed.
The three boy's froze at her question. She didn't know? What was going
to happen when she looked at them?
Good Heavens! Cmdr Taco's mom shouted. She grabbed at the photos, sweeping
them into a loose pile and picking them up. Where did you get these?
But mom, you... Taco' started.
These are disgusting! She dropped the photos. They fluttered down
scattered across the carpet. She was half a second from exploding.
Taco knew he had to say something. OWWW!! It was the first thing
that entered his head. He clutched at his neck.
Oh, I'm sorry baby! His mother leaned over her son. Concern
reasserted itself across her face. She covered his hand with hers.
It's your fault, Mrs. Malda. If you hadn't... Hemos didn't say
what. You've got to do something! He slowly reached his arms around
the mother's waist, without touching her.
Taco, Taco, what can I do for you? A madness of helplessness
overwhelmed her previous disgust. She leaned fully on the bed with her
other hand. Her tits waved before her son like magicians' wands and
her ass and pink cunt pointed directly at Hemos.
Stay right there mommy. I need you. Taco looked up at his mom. He
couldn't quite see what Hemos was doing, but the boy's pants fell down
to his knees.
Why were you looking at those naughty pictures?
They were helping Taco get better, Mrs. Malda. Hemos spoke softly
from behind. He hesitated to touch her. He wanted to so badly!
CowboyNeal said the right thing, finally. When you took them away, that's
when he got the pain. See, I told you! He didn't know Taco had been
faking.
Yeah, he needs to look at you to get better. Hemos grasped at thin
air.
Is that right, honey? Do you have to look at your naked mommy to feel
better?
Uh, Taco swallowed. I-I think so, mom. Please, don't move. His
eyes absorbed the firmness of her tits, their round shape seemed to
glow at the edges. Even the small hairs hiding her cunt from them
seemed to light the way. The bulge in his blanket stood up like a
volcano.
You want me to keep perfectly still? Cmdr Taco's mom asked softly?
No matter what happens, Mrs. Malda. Hemos said with authority. It
the only thing that can take away his pain. He needs you. The
situation amazed him, but he wasn't going to let this golden
opportunity get away. He tightened his arms until he was hugging the
mature woman softly. She inhaled.
But she didn't move.
CowboyNeal and Taco were thunderstruck as Hemos reached between the
mother's thighs and touched her cunt. It was wet from stress.
Please Taco, I want you to get better no matter what happens.
It was all your fault. Hemos prompted.
It was all my fault. She echoed with a sniff.
You'd do anything for him. Hemos added.
I-I'd do anything for you. Cmdr Taco's mom squeezed lightly on her son's hand
holding his neck to reaffirm her commitment.
Mrs. Malda are you going to let Hemos fuck you? CowboyNeal, stepped back
at the sight. He was astonished at the sight of his best friend
pushing his rock hard cock into the space between the legs of his
other best friend's mother.
Don't move mommy. Taco spoke as if entranced. She tensed every
muscle tight, and the two juicy tits, hanging before his eyes, jiggled
in response. His cock grew harder, harder than it had ever been.
He saw Hemos's hands reach around her waist and catch her belly. His
mother's body blocked his friend's face and torso. His legs spread out
from behind her and his knees bent as he leaned into Taco' mother. A
hot young cock eased into her folds.
She grimaced and frowned, as if hurt, but she didn't once move. Her
son stared into her confused eyes. His hand wrapped itself around his
diamond hard prick. He couldn't help but jack himself. The sight of
his mother's body slowly rocking over him was too much.
Oh god, She's hot and wet. Hemos groaned.
CowboyNeal had his cock out in his little hands too. Taco flashed him a
glance. His youngest friend was drooling. If only Taco could see the
reflection in his friend's eyes, then he might actually see Hemos's
cock driving into his mom.
Taco strained his head to look between his mother's legs, but her
thighs were to close together. The thick plaster of his cast conspired
to restrict his angle. He could only see a few curling, red-brown
hairs that quivered as his mother clenched her groin involuntarily. He
looked at his own cock, and imagined pushing it into his mommy's
pussy. His hairless staff was drooling worse than CowboyNeal.
Cmdr Taco's mom moaned softly, from the back of her throat. She gripped her
son's bed sheets tightly as the boy behind her pushed. His hands
pulled her onto him, relaxed and repeated. The bed rocked and creaked.
This is fantastic! Your mother's hot cunt is slicking me with her
juice. Hemos called out to his buddy. He pushed into her faster.
Suddenly his mother spoke.
Taco, i-is this h-helping? Her lips trembled.
He locked his eyes on hers. Oh, yes mommy. It's incredible!
She smiled at her son. Cmdr Taco's mom looked as if her dementia had fallen
away and it was replaced with earnest sexual need. Please Hemos, go
deep. It has to be done right, for Taco' sake.
What has to be done right? Hemos snickered.
You have to fuck me. You have to push your cock into my mommy cunt to
help my poor son.
I am pushing, and I'm fucking you. I'll fuck you even harder.
Slapping sounds grew loud in the room. Taco was pile driving his
boner, and CowboyNeal was smacking his own little prick nearly as fast.
Hemos's head was flung in the direction opposite his waist. His cock
bored into the dripping cunt that wrapped his iron bar of meat. His
arms, wrapped around the mature woman's thighs and his hands pulled
her pussy onto his cock.
Smacking and slapping and slurping filled the room.
Oh yes, that's it. I'm so close. Your cock is fantastic in my cunt.
Keep... pushing, fucking. Ohhhhh, my cunt has never been this wet.
Damn, your mother is like a bitch dog. I saw my shepherd take on a
pack of mongrels once. You mother is so hot.
Yeah, uuunnnggg, it's better than porn on my dad's cable. CowboyNeal was
about to spit his juice. He couldn't last much longer. The matronly
woman, fucked from behind his best friend, her tits flying like
baseballs, it was too much.
Squirt off, twerp. Hemos wasn't in the mood for any more talk. He
just wanted to pound his prick into this wet garden of soft flesh
forever. His balls trembled with predictions of the future.
Taco, are you watching? It's helping, right? Oooohhhhhh, it's
helping your mother too. I feeeeel soooo... fucked! Cmdr Taco's mom spoke
deliriously, and she began to give back as good as she was getting.
Taco watched his mother push back into his friend's thrusting, and
his mind leapt with emotion. His cock jerked inside his grasp and
spurts of hot cum jetted across his belly. Shots of white jism leapt
up and scored on his mom's tits.
Hemos started yelling. Ohh!! I'm cumming in your mother!
CowboyNeal's sperm shot all over the carpet. He was hunched over in spasms
of delight. Mommy!! He yelled like the little boy he was.
Finally, Cmdr Taco's mom's eyes opened wide as she trembled from head to toes.
Her belly convulsed and she shouted. Fuck me! Oohhh FUCK!!! Her
orgasm echoed in the small room filled with young boys.
Bodies collapsed into a heap on the bed. She lay among them for only a
short while.
--
Cmdr Taco's mom sat up slowly extracting herself from the exhausted grips of
her abusers. Recent events flooded her thoughts and she found herself
crying.
First she had begun to dress like a slut, and then continued to strip
herself, day by day until she paraded around her son and his friends
fully naked. Then they had taken pictures of her, and finally her soft
cunt was fucked by Hemos until they had all cum, inside her and out.
It had been horrible, she gasp and swallowed her tears. How could she
have ever let things go so far? She hadn't even noticed herself slip
into the roll of incestuous seductress. It had seemed so important, in
the context of her son's accident. Even now, as she thought about her
son's original fall her heart skipped a beat. The child was in a cast,
with recurring pains. He might have been faking it this afternoon, but
even then she could not help but forgive him. Now she only had to
somehow forgive herself.
Then she looked at her son. His eyes were open but bleary from his
intense climax. He smiled at her, and then she felt his body beneath
her as she lay under the naked flesh of Hemos and CowboyNeal. Her son's
prick began to strengthen.
He reached out and touched her nipple with his good arm. Other limbs
moved across her flesh, and small hands pawed and prodded. They were
followed by lips and tongues. Soon, bodies grew hot again, and little
cocks wriggled into wet crevices.
Taco watched his mother drown in a pool of little boys and sink out
of his sight.
THE END
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So this morning I wake up to the enjoyable sound of my girlfriend yelling at me because she stumbled across my hidden cache of barely legal teen pr0n.
I thought I had been careful enough - the pr0n was in a hidden folder, and I always clear my recent documents from the start menu when I'm finished with a viewing session; apparently, however, it was the document history on ACDSee what gave me away.
I could move the pr0n over to my unix box, however, to prevent a recurrence of the problem I'll have to unmap and remap the drive every time, which is a bit of a pain in the ass.
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The Mystery Machine stopped, rattled, backfired a puff of blue smoke, and stalled. The side door slid open and Velma climbed out. She squinted at the house, polished her glasses on the edge of her sweater, and took another look. "Zoinks," Shaggy said, poking his head out of the window. "Like, what a creepy pad." The house was large and rambling, perched broodingly on a hill. It was grey with black trim, surrounded by a rusty iron fence with arrowhead points. The yard was waist-deep in weeds. In the evening light, shadows gave the house a cadaverous appearance. The broken-out windows gaped like empty eye sockets and mouths. Weather vanes and chimneys were starkly silhouetted against an ominous sky. The front doors opened and Freddy and Daphne got out. The four of them stood in silence, studying the house. Inside the van, Scooby's teeth chattered from his hiding place under a bunch of blankets. "Well," Velma finally said, "it looks haunted, all right." "I told you," Freddy said. "It is." "How did you hear about this place, Freddy?" Daphne wrapped her arms around herself and shivered prettily. "Hey, like, I thought we were going to Pirate Days," Shaggy protested. "Nobody said anything about haunted houses." "The Pirate Days Festival doesn't start until tomorrow," Freddy said. "We can explore the house, look for clues, and still make it in time." "But I don't want to miss the pie-eating contest!" Shaggy rubbed his skinny gut. "Like, all the pies you can eat, and if you eat the most, you win a prize!" "There will be plenty of time for that, Shaggy." Velma took a few steps closer to the house, her round face alight with excitement. "This one could really be the one!" "According to the legend, it was built in the 1800s by a river pirate. You can just see the river over there." Freddy pointed. "The man, Captain Boothe, made a fortune plundering ships carrying timber, furs, and liquor to and from the harbor. He lived here, with his wife, until he was murdered by his crew in a fight over shares of the booty. His wife waited and waited for him to come home, watching from that topmost cupola for the signal lanterns on his ship. They say she died there, and her ghost is still waiting for him to come home. Sometimes, you can hear her weeping or calling for him." "So that's why the college team is called the Pirates, and why they have Pirate Days," Velma said happily. "It all makes sense. But how do you know about this?" "My cousin belongs to a fraternity at the college. To join, he had to spend the night in the house as part of his initiation. When I told him how we've been going around looking for ghosts, he told me the story." "Did... did he see a ghost?" Shaggy was pale. In the van, Scooby's teeth chattered even louder. "He saw something," Freddy said solemnly. "He wasn't sure if it was a ghost, but it looked like a woman in a long nightgown and kerchief, carrying a candle. He said he could see right through her." "That sounds like a real ghost to me!" Velma said. "At last! All these times, finding nothing but conspiracies and slide-projectors and glow-in- the-dark paint, at last we've found a real ghost! I'll be able to get some real research material for my thesis!" "Oh, Velma, that'll be great!" Daphne enthused. "You've spent so much money on this, practically your whole inheritance. I'm so glad we might finally find something real!" "Well, what are we waiting for?" Freddy said. "Come on, Scoob. It'll be dark soon." "Rye row," Scooby said. "Ry'll rstay right rhere." "How about for a scooby snack?" Freddy wheedled, shaking the box. "Ruh-uh. Ruh-uh." "Two scooby snacks?" Pause. "Rno." Daphne took a snack from the box and tossed it into the van. The lump of blankets shifted, and Scooby's big pink tongue slithered out to scoop up the treat. His wagging tail thumped against the floor. "Come on, Scooby Doo, where are you?" Daphne crooned, waving another snack in the air. Shaggy was watching with undisguised lust. Finally, it became too much for him and he snapped the snack from Daphne's fingers just as Scooby emerged from the van. "Rhey!" the dog complained. "Oh, here's one for you," Daphne said, tossing one. Scooby jumped for it. Shaggy jumped also. The two of them collided mid-air and collapsed in a big ungainly heap. "Will you two quit messing around?" Velma scolded. "We've got a ghost to catch!" With Freddy in the lead, Velma close behind him, Daphne in the middle, and Shag and Scoob bringing up the rear, they went through the rusty squeaky gate and up the overgrown path to the porch. A swift flicker of light in an upstairs window. "Did you see that?" Velma gasped, clutching Freddy's arm painfully tight and pointing up. It was gone, if there had been anything there. "Probably just the reflections of a car's headlights in the window," Freddy said. "No, it couldn't be," Daphne argued. "The windows don't have glass. And there's nothing out there but the river." "Maybe it was the ghost!" Shaggy gasped. Scooby whimpered and plunged his head to the ground as if he thought he was an ostrich. "Hurry!" Velma trotted up the steps. Her skirt flapped, giving Freddy a flash of sensible white cotton panties and strong pudgy thighs. Daphne saw it too and gave him a sly sideways smile. Shag and Scoob were staring up at the house with resigned dread, not looking at her, so she raised the skirt of her blue dress enough to show him that her purple stockings ended mid-thigh and were supported by lacy garters. Freddy's eyes widened and he grinned. As Velma crossed the porch, the door swung slowly open. Creeeeeaaak. Scooby and Shaggy clung to each other like a couple of pre-teen girls in a thunderstorm. Velma paused. "Hello? Is anybody there?" No answer. She looked back at the others. Daphne nodded encouragingly. "Hello?" Velma tried again, pushing the door the rest of the way open. Darkness. Silence. Then a faint, faraway wail like that of a griefstricken woman. "It's her," Freddy whispered. "Captain Boothe's wife!" "Um, why don't Scoob and me wait out here?" Shaggy suggested. "You know, like, to stand guard." "Sure," Daphne said. "It won't be too dark and scary standing out here all alone, next to a haunted house." Shaggy uttered a high shaky laugh. "Well, if you put it like that..." "Come on," Velma urged. They entered the house, moving with the stealth born of months of creeping around supposedly ghost-infested houses, amusement parks, recording studios, and hotels. Freddy switched on one of their two flashlights, cupping his hand over the end to shield the glow. It turned his fingers momentarily blood-red. The front room of the house was spacious, filled with sheet-draped furniture. Old paintings of spooky-eyed people in antique fashions watched them warily from the walls. Cobwebs thickly festooned the upper corners. Dust puffed up from the rug. Everywhere was the smell of age, mustiness, decay. "Your cousin spent the night here?" Shaggy said. "Like, he must have been one brave cat, or one crazy cat." "Shh!" Velma hissed. "Listen!" The wail, rising and falling, sobbing. And a new sound, a low and somehow sneaky shifting from an open doorway leading to the cellar stairs. "Let's split up," Freddy suggested. "You three go upstairs, Daphne and I will look around in the basement." "Split up?" Shaggy asked, looking like he was about to wet himself at the very idea. "We can find more clues faster that way," Freddy said. "You'll be fine," Velma said. "Just stay close." She took the other flashlight and headed for the staircase. Shag and Scoob followed with all the enthusiasm of criminals on the way to the gallows. "I'll go first," Freddy said to Daphne as the others climbed to the second floor. He aimed the light down the cellar stairs, then cautiously proceeded down. Daphne followed, her breath quick and warm on the back of his neck. At the bottom of the stairs was a short hallway. An archway on the left led to a dusty old wine cellar. There was a door on the left, firmly closed. Daphne tried it. "Locked," she whispered. "Try this," he replied, pressing a key into her hand. "Where did you get this?" "My cousin gave it to me." She gave him a puzzled look and tried the key. The lock clicked and the door swung open on oiled hinges. Freddy reached past her and flipped a switch. A gooseneck desk lamp came on, casting a harsh circle of light on the floor. Unlike the rest of the house, the room was clean. The floor was covered with a nubby rug, a trendy burnt-orange couch was along one wall, a battered coffee table held a television with foil-wrapped rabbit ears, and the walls were covered with psychidelic concert posters and anti-war propeganda. There was a fridge humming quietly in a corner next to a two-burner stove and shelf of mismatched dishes. On the other side of the room was a doorway curtained with strings of beads that swayed and clicked. Beyond the beads was a small bathroom. Daphne turned to Freddy, her expression questioning. He was grinning broadly. "My cousin's frat brothers set it up," he explained. They've got the whole house rigged, with tape players, projectors, sound effects, everything. They use it to scare pledges on their initiation. There's enough fake ghost stuff here to keep Velma and the others busy for a while." "You mean, there's no real ghost?" "No real ghost." "You mean, we're finally alone?" "Yeah." "Oh, Freddy!" She ripped her headband off, letting her red hair spill gorgeously over her shoulders. He grabbed her and planted a kiss on her, giving her the tongue, kicking the door most of the way shut. She was all over him, squeezing his ass, tugging at his belt, running her fingers through his blond hair, hands everywhere, like she was one of those six-armed snake goddesses. He popped two of the buttons off her dress and she somehow wiggled out of it without letting loose of their lip-lock. Underneath, she had her stockings, garters, silky panties, and a lacy push-up bra. Her tits drove him wild. Before, he'd never managed more than a few quick feels, in their frustrating grope sessions in the back of the Mystery Machine while Shaggy was off at a fast-food stand and Velma was asking around about whatever local ghost story they were tracking. He'd gotten his hand on her pussy once, hot and wet, but still hadn't seen if she was a natural redhead. Now, though, he was feeling flesh and hard pointy little nipples, and she was rubbing his prick through his jeans. The one time he'd persuaded her to give him a hand job, he'd spurted cum all over half a sandwich that Shaggy had left lying in the van, and they'd almost been caught. There had been no time to get rid of the damn sandwich, and they had spent a bad day in fearful expectation. But aside from some comment from Shaggy about bad mayonnaise, the incident had never been discovered. "I can't believe we've waited this long!" she panted, yanking on his scarf. "There's never been a good time." He undid the knot before she strangled him. "Why can't we just tell the others?" "Are you kidding?" He got rid of his sweater. "You know what a prude Velma is! She'd kick us off the team, and she's the one with all the money. You think I want to get a real job?" "She'd be jealous anyway. She's got a crush on you." He unbuttoned his pants. "Why the hell are we talking about Velma? Let's quit wasting time and fuck!" * * * "Rwot's rin rhere?" Scooby asked. "Looks like the kitchen," Velma said, shining the light around. "Kitchen?" Shaggy perked up. "Like, let's look in here for clues!" "There's not going to be anything to eat," she said. He shrugged. "We might as well look." "I wonder if Freddy and Daphne are getting anywhere," Velma said. She wandered over to investigate a large china cabinet while Shaggy started poking through cupboards. Scooby stuck his nose in an open drawer, then yelped in surprise as a large spider scuttled out. "What's the matter, Scoob?" Shaggy found the dog shivering under the sink. He bent down to try and haul him out. Thump! Rattle! "EEEEeeeee..." Shaggy turned. "What was that?" Scooby sniffed the air. "Rwhere's Rwelma?" "Yeah, man, where is Velma? I hope she didn't fall down another trapdoor or something." Daphne was noisy. He had her spread out on the couch, kneeling between her legs, busily licking her pussy (natural redhead, question answered, and vaguely strawberry-flavored). Her heels drummed on his shoulders and back. She gasped, she moaned, she oohed and aahed. It was a great show, and he was glad he hadn't told her the rest of what his cousin and the frat boys used this room for. He was glad she didn't know about the camera over the fridge, which was recording everything. "Oh, Freddy! Oh, Freddy! You have to do it now! You have to fuck me! Oh, I'm going crazy! Give me that big prick!" He clambered onto the couch with her, sucking her perky tits. She reached under him and guided his prick to her cunt. "Now! Now!" she squealed, raising her legs. He rammed into her. She was slick and tight and her inner muscles clenched around him like an oiled fist. Her legs clamped his hips so hard it almost hurt. "Oh, God! Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Ooh, do it faster!" "You like it, huh?" he grunted, pumping her so hard and fast that the whole couch shook. "You like to be fucked?" "Yes! Yes!" Velma sneezed from the dust and brushed cobwebs out of her hair. She was sitting on a cold stone floor. Ranks of wine racks stood silent sentinel around her. Overhead, the trap door that had opened beneath her feet was closing. She jumped up and tried to catch the edge, but missed. There was no way to open it from below. She would have to find another way out. She still had the flashlight, and made her way through the maze of wood. She began to hear strange noises, sounds like... could it be? No, surely not... A wide bar of light shone through a door that was standing ajar, and from behind the door the noises were louder. Voices, familiar voices -- She threw the door open and gaped in horror. "Freddy! Daphne! Oh, my God!" "Velma!" Freddy craned his neck and saw her standing in the doorway, staring at his naked ass. "Who cares?" Daphne writhed under him. "Don't stop, Freddy! I'm about to come!" He pounded at her frantically, riding into the home stretch. She clutched his hips and thrust her cunt up at him faster and faster. Her nails jabbed into his back. "No!" Velma cried, and dashed into the room as if to prevent the inevitable. Her feet tangled in Freddy's discarded jeans and she crashed heavily into the rug. "Oh, oh, OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Daphne shrieked. She went into such a frenzy of bucking and thrashing that Freddy was nearly thrown off of her. Then she collapsed in a dead faint. "Did you hear that?" Shaggy gasped as the distant scream trailed away. "Ruh rghost!" Scooby's brown fur went dead white. "Like, let's get out of here!" Badittabadittabaditta -- Ziiiiip! as they ran in place for a terror-stricken moment before tearing toward the kitchen door. It was too narrow to accomodate them both and they wedged like a cork in a bottle. "Jesus," Freddy said, staring at Daphne. Her eyes were rolled back, her body was utterly limp. He withdrew his still-stiff prick, since going at her while she was out cold would be a tad too necrophiliac for his tastes. Behind him, he heard Velma groan as she pushed herself to hands and knees. "My glasses," she wailed. "I've lost my glasses!" He looked at her, at the pendulous swinging of her tits under her sweater, and then looked down at his rampaging prick. "You're going to lose more than that," he muttered, and jumped on her. "Freddy? What are you -- oof!" as his weight drove her down onto the floor again. Her questing hand struck her glasses and sent them skittering across the floor. He yanked her skirt up to her waist. "Something I should have done a long time ago!" He seized the waistband of her sensible good-girl panties and pulled them down, revealing her smooth, white bottom. She scrambled to hands and knees again, trying to get away, but he hooked one arm around her ample waist and groped beneath her with the other hand. Her pussy mound was plump and firm, covered with silky hair. His prick gave a sudden eager lurch. Velma tried to scream, but only managed a thin squeak. He wormed a finger into her cunt. "Freddy, stop it!" His thumb found and rubbed the shy hidden knob of her clit while his fingers probed her snug hole. "You'll love it, Velma," he said. "More fun than chasing ghosts!" "Stop!" she said, louder this time, but he felt warmth and dampness on his invading fingers. Taking away his hand, he grabbed her wide hips. "Ghosts and pirates," he scoffed. "I've got your pirate here! Prepare to be boarded!" With that, he rammed his prick into her cunt to the hilt. Velma's violated scream echoed around the small room. "Get out of the way, Scoob!" Shaggy said, struggling. The dog's eyes rolled, showing the whites. His fur had resumed normal color, but he was still in the grip of fear. Just then, something white floated across the hall in front of them. Pale, ghostly, a vague woman-shape, flickering across the walls. They reversed direction and popped out of the doorway like two watermelon seeds pinched between a finger and thumb. Scooby tried to go under the kitchen table, got stuck, and kept running, taking it with him. He hit a swinging door and vanished into the pantry. Shaggy dove headfirst out the window and landed in a thick patch of weeds. He crawled away from the house as fast as he could, but was not fast enough to avoid hearing another banshee shriek. He ran to the Mystery Machine, climbed in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then he curled up in his seat, hugged his knobby knees to his skinny chest, and shuddered. Freddy rocked back and forth, fucking Velma nice and slow. She had quit screaming and was now biting on her wrist, making muffled noises that might have been sobs but sounded suspiciously like moans of pleasure. He let go of her hips to see if she'd try and get away again, but she stayed right where she was. He slid his hand back to her clit and rubbed some more. "Like it, Velma?" he asked, thinking gleefully how this was going to look on film, how his cousin and his cousin's buddies were just going to freak out. "Going to come, Velma?" She shook her head, but her cunt was clenching, and she was moving her ass ever so slightly to meet his thrusts. "Mmm, ooh," Daphne said, raising her head. When she saw what was happnening on the floor, shock slapped the grogginess from her face. Her mouth and eyes made three perfect O's. Scooby huddled in the pantry, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he cautiously poked his nose out. "Rhaggy? Rhaggy?" No answer. No sign of the ghost, or of Shaggy. His teeth clattered so loud that they drowned out the thunder of his heartbeat. When the spider dashed between his paws, he let our a yelp that was nearly ultrasonic and raced for the door. Shaggy stopped shaking. He peered out the windows, but couldn't see any of the others. "Zoinks, I hope the ghost didn't get them," he said to himself. "Like, maybe I should go look." His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in half an hour. "Like, maybe in a few minutes," he decided. There was a small fridge in the rear of the van. Kicking clothes and luggage out of the way, he opened it up and surveyed the contents. In no time, he had built a large sloppy sandwich. Sinking his teeth in, he sighed in rapture. The joy of food was enough to give him a boner. He pressed idly on his crotch with one hand while rooting through the fridge for the last eclair in a pink bakery box. Still chawing down on the sandwich, he balanced the eclair on his knee and opened his fly, taking out a cock that was as long and skinny as the rest of him. Between bites of bread, meat, mayo, pickles, cheese, and onion, he nibbled the top off the eclair and sucked out some of the cream filling. It left a chocolate-covered pastry shell with a creamy furrow that nicely fit his cock. Sandwich in one hand, he ate as he jerked himself off into the eclair. "Oh, wow," Daphne said. "Oh, wow, Freddy, you're fucking her." Velma looked around at her with huge horrified eyes. "Help me, Daphne! Help -- ooh -- help me!" Daphne licked her pink lips. "Help you? Okay." She got down on the floor with them, still wearing nothing but stockings and garters. She tugged Velma's sweater up to her armpits and unfastened her heavy-duty bra. Velma gasped and squirmed, but Daphne's small hands were all over her, cupping her tits, tugging gently at the large pebbly brown nipples. Freddy pumped harder. "Unh, I'm going to come soon," he said. "Hear that, Velma?" Daphne whispered in the other girl's ear. "Freddy's big prick is stuck right up you, and soon he's going to come, he's fucking you, don't you want to come too? Doesn't it feel good, all that thick hot cock slamming in and out?" Velma moaned. She was quivering now, her pale skin flushed. As Daphne spoke, she continued fondling Velma's breasts with one hand and started caressing her own pussy with the other. "It's making me hot all over again just watching you. You know what I wish? I wish you'd lick my cunt while Freddy fucks you." She laid back on the rug, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. "Do it, Velma. Lick me." "Yeah!" Freddy said, biting his lip and trying to hold off. Geez, this was more than he'd ever imagined! He hoped the camera was picking it all up! "Do it!" He shoved Velma's head toward Daphne's waiting cunt. With a strangled cry of abandon, Velma buried her face between Daphne's thighs. His mouth was crammed with sandwich, his cock surrounded by a sticky cunt of pastry and chocolate. Shaggy had never been with a chick, never cared to. All the satisfaction he needed, he got from food. When he came, he gasped a whole olive down his throat and nearly strangled, but didn't stop sliding his pastry-filled fist up and down. Jets of cum pumped out, turning the eclair into a soggy crumbling mess. Scooby folded his ears over his eyes. He had adopted a new strategy. If he didn't look, he couldn't possibly see anything to scare him. So, blind, he took a wrong turn and fell down the cellar stairs. At the bottom, he righted himself, shook his head, and froze at the strange sounds. He sniffed the air. "Rwelma? Rheddy? Raphne?" Velma flung her head back. "Freddy! Yes! I'm coming!" "So am I!" He fucked her faster, his thighs slapping her ass. "I'm not!" Daphne cried petulently. She seized Velma by the hair and tried to force her back to licking, but Velma was caught up in the throes of her orgasm. A startled woof caught Daphne's attention, and she turned her eyes to the door. Scooby Doo was standing there, a comical expression of surprise on his doggy face, his tongue lolling out. A thoroughly wicked idea struck her and she acted on it at once. Freddy always kept a couple of scooby snacks in his pocket for emergencies. Her cunt, aching for attention, told her that this was emergency enough. She fished the snacks out of his jeans as he and Velma collapsed into a sweaty, heavy-breathing heap. "Scooooooby," she crooned, waving the snacks. "I've got something for you, Scooby." His ears perked up. She took one of the snacks and pushed it up into her pussy, then crumbled the other one over her clit. Scooby whined, tail wagging uncertainly, and took a few steps toward her. She tilted her cunt at him invitingly. "Come on, Scooby Doo. Nice scooby snacks, come and get them!" "Daphne?" Freddy was gaping at her. She ignored him and coaxed Scooby closer. The big dog sniffed her cunt, then huffed a warm breath over it and started licking and slurping. His tongue was large, pink, slightly rough, and wet. He lapped up all the crumbs, bringing Daphne right to the edge, then thrust his tongue deep into her, fishing for the hidden snack. His cold nose pressed against Daphne's clit. She wrapped her legs around his head and humped his muzzle until she came, shrieking like a fire siren. The sight of Daphne getting eaten out by Scooby made Freddy horny all over again, though he would have sworn he was worn out. He rolled Velma over (reeling from her orgasm and still without her glasses, she didn't know what was going on just a few feet away) and stuck his prick in her mouth. She started sucking eagerly, all resistance gone. Shaggy threw the ruined eclair into the weeds and washed his hands. He was full, content, and beginning to worry about Scoob and the others. He wandered around the outside of the house for a while, trying to work up the nerve to go in. Every time he was about to, he heard more ghostly screams and chickened out. In his wanderings, he encountered a long chain of extension cords leading from the house, but it never occured to him that this might be a clue. "Zoinks," he said to himself, coming around to the porch again. "Like, where are they?" He took a deep breath and prepared to go in, when they appeared. Scooby was first, licking his chops. "Like, where have you been?" Shaggy asked indignantly. "Did you find something to eat in there? Man, you better have saved me some!" Daphne and Freddy exchanged a glance, and Daphne laughed. Velma was bringing up the rear, her glasses clutched in one hand and a dazed smile on her face. "So, like, did you find the ghost?" Shaggy asked. "There's no ghost," Freddy said. "It was all a hoax." --
Then, in the middle of the night, format everyone's machines and stick fresh OS installs on all of them.
d00d, while you're at it, you can put Linux on all their machines instead of Windoze!!!!!!!!! (I call it "Windoze" because it's so slow - get it? HAHAHALOL!) That would fully r0x0r!!!!!!!!!
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Something to think about next time I'm at Cervantesland.
Even worse, you may have to put on pants.
Yes.
Umm... how exactly can it "buttfuck itself in the mouth"?
The really strange thing is that, using the newest version of Newsgrabber (which is supposed to support yenc), I can download and decode yenc MP3's just fine, but not yenc pr0n jpgs... it downloads, appears to decode, then writes a 0-byte file with the correct filename.
Anyone know what's going on with this?
Truly an American icon.
Two thousand
God bless my mighty American penis, that I may smite the whores of Babylon with the coming of the LORD!
Amen!
Yeah, I got yer source right here
On the other hand, the Mexican team roundly defeated the US team in the World Cup of Strawberry Picking.
Get it right next time, goddammit.
How many more pictures are left? She asked curiously.
Uh, He looked. Seven.
We'll if it's for Taco, maybe you should take more than one. She suggested.
Hemos visibly gulped. Here he was standing in front of the most beautiful woman in his neighborhood. She was a respected woman with a reputation for being excessively reserved. And not only was she was completely naked in front of Her underaged guest, she wanted him to take more pictures! All three of the boys had been sure he wouldn't even get one.
Here, let me get this silly thing off. Cmdr Taco's mom tugged at her apron strings.
The rising heat blew it away.
It makes me look so domestic.
The next seven finger presses were the most difficult thing Hemos had ever done. His raging hard-on wanted to leap out of his pants, and his brain was fogged with lust.
She turned from side to side. The house mother posed more provocatively with every snap of the shutter. Her legs opened and she held up her tits. Then she started rubbing her hands all over herself.
The last shot Hemos took was of Taco' mom with her legs wide open with a hand deep in her cunt as she aimed one of her incredible tits to her mouth.
Cum spilled into his pants. Hemos grunted and nearly dropped the camera as he temporarily lost his vision.
You'd better run up and show Taco. I've got housework to do. Cmdr Taco's mom turned her back on the thin wisp of white cloth lying on the living room carpet as she walked into the kitchen. She felt quite warm.
--
I want your mom so bad! CowboyNeal breathed.
The pile of eight photos lay arranged on Taco' bed like an alter to a modern day goddess. Three boys crowded his mattress, their faces studying the naked woman were flush with emotions.
Shut up! Taco snapped.
Yeah, CowboyNeal I thought you wanted your own mother. Hemos snickered.
I wish I could... CowboyNeal began.
...jack off! Hemos laughed.
Shut up! CowboyNeal pouted. ...if only I had the guts. Taco, there's gotta be a reason your mom is getting naked for us. Maybe she'd do
something else if we knew what it was?
She told me she'd do anything for Taco. Hemos trilled his voice like a fluttering girl. Oh Taco, if only you'd get better, I'd climb on top of you and ride you like a fireman on a hose.
Knock it off. Taco spoke seriously.
I want to knock her up! Hemos stared at his friend. He had decided the moment his balls emptied into his pants, having taken the last picture, that Mrs. Malda would be the recipient of his next load. He knew he had enough information to make sure of exactly that.
Hey, this isn't funny. Taco said irritably.
What are you going to do about it, Frankenstein's Mummy? CowboyNeal teased.
I'm not joking. Hemos stated.
My mom may be a little crazy right now, but she's not stupid. Taco called Hemos's bluff.
Then CowboyNeal and I will give her smart choices.
Huh? CowboyNeal looked at the bigger boy.
We've got photos. We know she's radically upset over Taco. I think we can make her do anything.
You'd better not. Taco fumed.
Don't worry, Taco. We'll cut you in on the action, if you behave yourself.
I will not. Taco countered, but already he was imagining the two boys touching his naked mother. He need only to look at the provocative pictures on his blanket and mentally add both friends inside the frames, their hands and cocks rubbing all over his mom. His own cock readily anticipated future cooperation.
Gee, do you really think so? CowboyNeal's eyes grew as big as eggs.
At least we can give it a try. Hemos lost only a little bluster as he faced the reality of their plans. CowboyNeal, you get to go first. He grinned.
--
Cmdr Taco's mom sorted laundry in the room next to her kitchen. Every time she held up one of her shirts, she held it to her naked body and looked down.
I don't have anything to wear!
Uh, M-Mrs. Malda? CowboyNeal looked at the floor. Witnessing the gorgeous woman deprived him of thought.
Yes, CowboyNeal? Cmdr Taco's mom pressed a long sleeve shirt to herself.
I think there's something wrong with Taco. CowboyNeal looked up full of fear that she wouldn't believe him.
Taco' mother dropped the shirt and her naked body absorbed the young boy's attention.
My goodness, no! What's the matter? She hurried to the doorway.
CowboyNeal found himself following the juiciest looking behind he had ever seen. It was the first one he had seen. Her ass cheeks bounced and swayed and jittered like fish on a line. She crossed the kitchen and entered the living room at twice his pace.
He said something about not being able to move his head.
Oh, dear! She raced up the steps and swept through the short hall into his room.
Taco, mommy's here honey. She stopped at his bed, looking scared.
I said I was getting better.
Taco? His mother tilted her head. But CowboyNeal told me... Her tits hung down out of line with her cute belly button.
He ran out the door before Taco could tell him. Hemos stepped up, behind the adult woman.
It's my fault mom. Taco gulped. Now he had to remember what to say, but his mother's body was so close and so anxious. His growing prick sucked at his mind. I told him I had a pain in my neck, but when I looked at your photos it went away.
I'm such a dummy. CowboyNeal breathed rapidly. I thought you said you got the pain when you looked down.
I guess it was a silly mistake. Hemos moved closer behind Taco' mother.
What photographs are you talking about? Cmdr Taco's mom then noticed the glossy prints at the foot of the bed.
The three boy's froze at her question. She didn't know? What was going to happen when she looked at them?
Good Heavens! Cmdr Taco's mom shouted. She grabbed at the photos, sweeping them into a loose pile and picking them up. Where did you get these?
But mom, you... Taco' started.
These are disgusting! She dropped the photos. They fluttered down scattered across the carpet. She was half a second from exploding.
Taco knew he had to say something. OWWW!! It was the first thing that entered his head. He clutched at his neck.
Oh, I'm sorry baby! His mother leaned over her son. Concern reasserted itself across her face. She covered his hand with hers.
It's your fault, Mrs. Malda. If you hadn't... Hemos didn't say what. You've got to do something! He slowly reached his arms around the mother's waist, without touching her.
Taco, Taco, what can I do for you? A madness of helplessness overwhelmed her previous disgust. She leaned fully on the bed with her other hand. Her tits waved before her son like magicians' wands and her ass and pink cunt pointed directly at Hemos.
Stay right there mommy. I need you. Taco looked up at his mom. He couldn't quite see what Hemos was doing, but the boy's pants fell down to his knees.
Why were you looking at those naughty pictures?
They were helping Taco get better, Mrs. Malda. Hemos spoke softly from behind. He hesitated to touch her. He wanted to so badly!
CowboyNeal said the right thing, finally. When you took them away, that's when he got the pain. See, I told you! He didn't know Taco had been faking.
Yeah, he needs to look at you to get better. Hemos grasped at thin air.
Is that right, honey? Do you have to look at your naked mommy to feel better?
Uh, Taco swallowed. I-I think so, mom. Please, don't move. His eyes absorbed the firmness of her tits, their round shape seemed to glow at the edges. Even the small hairs hiding her cunt from them seemed to light the way. The bulge in his blanket stood up like a volcano.
You want me to keep perfectly still? Cmdr Taco's mom asked softly?
No matter what happens, Mrs. Malda. Hemos said with authority. It the only thing that can take away his pain. He needs you. The situation amazed him, but he wasn't going to let this golden opportunity get away. He tightened his arms until he was hugging the mature woman softly. She inhaled.
But she didn't move.
CowboyNeal and Taco were thunderstruck as Hemos reached between the mother's thighs and touched her cunt. It was wet from stress.
Please Taco, I want you to get better no matter what happens.
It was all your fault. Hemos prompted.
It was all my fault. She echoed with a sniff.
You'd do anything for him. Hemos added.
I-I'd do anything for you. Cmdr Taco's mom squeezed lightly on her son's hand holding his neck to reaffirm her commitment.
Mrs. Malda are you going to let Hemos fuck you? CowboyNeal, stepped back at the sight. He was astonished at the sight of his best friend pushing his rock hard cock into the space between the legs of his other best friend's mother.
Don't move mommy. Taco spoke as if entranced. She tensed every muscle tight, and the two juicy tits, hanging before his eyes, jiggled in response. His cock grew harder, harder than it had ever been.
He saw Hemos's hands reach around her waist and catch her belly. His mother's body blocked his friend's face and torso. His legs spread out from behind her and his knees bent as he leaned into Taco' mother. A hot young cock eased into her folds.
She grimaced and frowned, as if hurt, but she didn't once move. Her son stared into her confused eyes. His hand wrapped itself around his diamond hard prick. He couldn't help but jack himself. The sight of his mother's body slowly rocking over him was too much.
Oh god, She's hot and wet. Hemos groaned.
CowboyNeal had his cock out in his little hands too. Taco flashed him a glance. His youngest friend was drooling. If only Taco could see the reflection in his friend's eyes, then he might actually see Hemos's cock driving into his mom.
Taco strained his head to look between his mother's legs, but her thighs were to close together. The thick plaster of his cast conspired to restrict his angle. He could only see a few curling, red-brown hairs that quivered as his mother clenched her groin involuntarily. He looked at his own cock, and imagined pushing it into his mommy's pussy. His hairless staff was drooling worse than CowboyNeal.
Cmdr Taco's mom moaned softly, from the back of her throat. She gripped her son's bed sheets tightly as the boy behind her pushed. His hands pulled her onto him, relaxed and repeated. The bed rocked and creaked.
This is fantastic! Your mother's hot cunt is slicking me with her juice. Hemos called out to his buddy. He pushed into her faster.
Suddenly his mother spoke.
Taco, i-is this h-helping? Her lips trembled.
He locked his eyes on hers. Oh, yes mommy. It's incredible!
She smiled at her son. Cmdr Taco's mom looked as if her dementia had fallen away and it was replaced with earnest sexual need. Please Hemos, go deep. It has to be done right, for Taco' sake.
What has to be done right? Hemos snickered.
You have to fuck me. You have to push your cock into my mommy cunt to help my poor son.
I am pushing, and I'm fucking you. I'll fuck you even harder.
Slapping sounds grew loud in the room. Taco was pile driving his boner, and CowboyNeal was smacking his own little prick nearly as fast. Hemos's head was flung in the direction opposite his waist. His cock bored into the dripping cunt that wrapped his iron bar of meat. His arms, wrapped around the mature woman's thighs and his hands pulled her pussy onto his cock.
Smacking and slapping and slurping filled the room.
Oh yes, that's it. I'm so close. Your cock is fantastic in my cunt. Keep... pushing, fucking. Ohhhhh, my cunt has never been this wet.
Damn, your mother is like a bitch dog. I saw my shepherd take on a pack of mongrels once. You mother is so hot.
Yeah, uuunnnggg, it's better than porn on my dad's cable. CowboyNeal was about to spit his juice. He couldn't last much longer. The matronly woman, fucked from behind his best friend, her tits flying like baseballs, it was too much.
Squirt off, twerp. Hemos wasn't in the mood for any more talk. He just wanted to pound his prick into this wet garden of soft flesh forever. His balls trembled with predictions of the future.
Taco, are you watching? It's helping, right? Oooohhhhhh, it's helping your mother too. I feeeeel soooo... fucked! Cmdr Taco's mom spoke deliriously, and she began to give back as good as she was getting.
Taco watched his mother push back into his friend's thrusting, and his mind leapt with emotion. His cock jerked inside his grasp and spurts of hot cum jetted across his belly. Shots of white jism leapt up and scored on his mom's tits.
Hemos started yelling. Ohh!! I'm cumming in your mother!
CowboyNeal's sperm shot all over the carpet. He was hunched over in spasms of delight. Mommy!! He yelled like the little boy he was.
Finally, Cmdr Taco's mom's eyes opened wide as she trembled from head to toes. Her belly convulsed and she shouted. Fuck me! Oohhh FUCK!!! Her orgasm echoed in the small room filled with young boys.
Bodies collapsed into a heap on the bed. She lay among them for only a short while.
--
Cmdr Taco's mom sat up slowly extracting herself from the exhausted grips of her abusers. Recent events flooded her thoughts and she found herself crying.
First she had begun to dress like a slut, and then continued to strip herself, day by day until she paraded around her son and his friends fully naked. Then they had taken pictures of her, and finally her soft cunt was fucked by Hemos until they had all cum, inside her and out.
It had been horrible, she gasp and swallowed her tears. How could she have ever let things go so far? She hadn't even noticed herself slip into the roll of incestuous seductress. It had seemed so important, in the context of her son's accident. Even now, as she thought about her son's original fall her heart skipped a beat. The child was in a cast, with recurring pains. He might have been faking it this afternoon, but even then she could not help but forgive him. Now she only had to somehow forgive herself.
Then she looked at her son. His eyes were open but bleary from his intense climax. He smiled at her, and then she felt his body beneath her as she lay under the naked flesh of Hemos and CowboyNeal. Her son's prick began to strengthen.
He reached out and touched her nipple with his good arm. Other limbs moved across her flesh, and small hands pawed and prodded. They were followed by lips and tongues. Soon, bodies grew hot again, and little cocks wriggled into wet crevices.
Taco watched his mother drown in a pool of little boys and sink out of his sight.
THE END
Get thar firstest with the mostest.
Sure, so then when the Earth heats up it will expand, and the increased surface area will lower the oceans to their normal levels.
He hasn't made himself a millionaire; he's grossed over $1 million in sales.
She's really a 45 year old guy, so you should definitely bring the vaseline.
So this morning I wake up to the enjoyable sound of my girlfriend yelling at me because she stumbled across my hidden cache of barely legal teen pr0n.
I thought I had been careful enough - the pr0n was in a hidden folder, and I always clear my recent documents from the start menu when I'm finished with a viewing session; apparently, however, it was the document history on ACDSee what gave me away.
I could move the pr0n over to my unix box, however, to prevent a recurrence of the problem I'll have to unmap and remap the drive every time, which is a bit of a pain in the ass.
So, I'll ask the slashdot community: What's an easy and effective way to hide pr0n?
Not only that, but there's some dispute over t-shirt sales.
Wrong.
eyes open
empty as halos
he comes for me
deity
help- what's the matter?
looking for someone?
he comforts me
deity
resurrection
coming in stereo
if you say so
he comes for me
let's pray
to tv divinity
he covets me
deity
resurrection
coming in stereo
if you say so
deity
resurrection
coming in stereo
if you say so
Oh yeah, FP claimed for the CLIT and all that shite.
booya
The Mystery Machine stopped, rattled, backfired a puff of blue smoke, and stalled. The side door slid open and Velma climbed out. She squinted at the house, polished her glasses on the edge of her sweater, and took another look. "Zoinks," Shaggy said, poking his head out of the window. "Like, what a creepy pad." The house was large and rambling, perched broodingly on a hill. It was grey with black trim, surrounded by a rusty iron fence with arrowhead points. The yard was waist-deep in weeds. In the evening light, shadows gave the house a cadaverous appearance. The broken-out windows gaped like empty eye sockets and mouths. Weather vanes and chimneys were starkly silhouetted against an ominous sky. The front doors opened and Freddy and Daphne got out. The four of them stood in silence, studying the house. Inside the van, Scooby's teeth chattered from his hiding place under a bunch of blankets. "Well," Velma finally said, "it looks haunted, all right." "I told you," Freddy said. "It is." "How did you hear about this place, Freddy?" Daphne wrapped her arms around herself and shivered prettily. "Hey, like, I thought we were going to Pirate Days," Shaggy protested. "Nobody said anything about haunted houses." "The Pirate Days Festival doesn't start until tomorrow," Freddy said. "We can explore the house, look for clues, and still make it in time." "But I don't want to miss the pie-eating contest!" Shaggy rubbed his skinny gut. "Like, all the pies you can eat, and if you eat the most, you win a prize!" "There will be plenty of time for that, Shaggy." Velma took a few steps closer to the house, her round face alight with excitement. "This one could really be the one!" "According to the legend, it was built in the 1800s by a river pirate. You can just see the river over there." Freddy pointed. "The man, Captain Boothe, made a fortune plundering ships carrying timber, furs, and liquor to and from the harbor. He lived here, with his wife, until he was murdered by his crew in a fight over shares of the booty. His wife waited and waited for him to come home, watching from that topmost cupola for the signal lanterns on his ship. They say she died there, and her ghost is still waiting for him to come home. Sometimes, you can hear her weeping or calling for him." "So that's why the college team is called the Pirates, and why they have Pirate Days," Velma said happily. "It all makes sense. But how do you know about this?" "My cousin belongs to a fraternity at the college. To join, he had to spend the night in the house as part of his initiation. When I told him how we've been going around looking for ghosts, he told me the story." "Did ... did he see a ghost?" Shaggy was pale. In the van, Scooby's teeth chattered even louder. "He saw something," Freddy said solemnly. "He wasn't sure if it was a ghost, but it looked like a woman in a long nightgown and kerchief, carrying a candle. He said he could see right through her." "That sounds like a real ghost to me!" Velma said. "At last! All these times, finding nothing but conspiracies and slide-projectors and glow-in- the-dark paint, at last we've found a real ghost! I'll be able to get some real research material for my thesis!" "Oh, Velma, that'll be great!" Daphne enthused. "You've spent so much money on this, practically your whole inheritance. I'm so glad we might finally find something real!" "Well, what are we waiting for?" Freddy said. "Come on, Scoob. It'll be dark soon." "Rye row," Scooby said. "Ry'll rstay right rhere." "How about for a scooby snack?" Freddy wheedled, shaking the box. "Ruh-uh. Ruh-uh." "Two scooby snacks?" Pause. "Rno." Daphne took a snack from the box and tossed it into the van. The lump of blankets shifted, and Scooby's big pink tongue slithered out to scoop up the treat. His wagging tail thumped against the floor. "Come on, Scooby Doo, where are you?" Daphne crooned, waving another snack in the air. Shaggy was watching with undisguised lust. Finally, it became too much for him and he snapped the snack from Daphne's fingers just as Scooby emerged from the van. "Rhey!" the dog complained. "Oh, here's one for you," Daphne said, tossing one. Scooby jumped for it. Shaggy jumped also. The two of them collided mid-air and collapsed in a big ungainly heap. "Will you two quit messing around?" Velma scolded. "We've got a ghost to catch!" With Freddy in the lead, Velma close behind him, Daphne in the middle, and Shag and Scoob bringing up the rear, they went through the rusty squeaky gate and up the overgrown path to the porch. A swift flicker of light in an upstairs window. "Did you see that?" Velma gasped, clutching Freddy's arm painfully tight and pointing up. It was gone, if there had been anything there. "Probably just the reflections of a car's headlights in the window," Freddy said. "No, it couldn't be," Daphne argued. "The windows don't have glass. And there's nothing out there but the river." "Maybe it was the ghost!" Shaggy gasped. Scooby whimpered and plunged his head to the ground as if he thought he was an ostrich. "Hurry!" Velma trotted up the steps. Her skirt flapped, giving Freddy a flash of sensible white cotton panties and strong pudgy thighs. Daphne saw it too and gave him a sly sideways smile. Shag and Scoob were staring up at the house with resigned dread, not looking at her, so she raised the skirt of her blue dress enough to show him that her purple stockings ended mid-thigh and were supported by lacy garters. Freddy's eyes widened and he grinned. As Velma crossed the porch, the door swung slowly open. Creeeeeaaak. Scooby and Shaggy clung to each other like a couple of pre-teen girls in a thunderstorm. Velma paused. "Hello? Is anybody there?" No answer. She looked back at the others. Daphne nodded encouragingly. "Hello?" Velma tried again, pushing the door the rest of the way open. Darkness. Silence. Then a faint, faraway wail like that of a griefstricken woman. "It's her," Freddy whispered. "Captain Boothe's wife!" "Um, why don't Scoob and me wait out here?" Shaggy suggested. "You know, like, to stand guard." "Sure," Daphne said. "It won't be too dark and scary standing out here all alone, next to a haunted house." Shaggy uttered a high shaky laugh. "Well, if you put it like that ..." "Come on," Velma urged. They entered the house, moving with the stealth born of months of creeping around supposedly ghost-infested houses, amusement parks, recording studios, and hotels. Freddy switched on one of their two flashlights, cupping his hand over the end to shield the glow. It turned his fingers momentarily blood-red. The front room of the house was spacious, filled with sheet-draped furniture. Old paintings of spooky-eyed people in antique fashions watched them warily from the walls. Cobwebs thickly festooned the upper corners. Dust puffed up from the rug. Everywhere was the smell of age, mustiness, decay. "Your cousin spent the night here?" Shaggy said. "Like, he must have been one brave cat, or one crazy cat." "Shh!" Velma hissed. "Listen!" The wail, rising and falling, sobbing. And a new sound, a low and somehow sneaky shifting from an open doorway leading to the cellar stairs. "Let's split up," Freddy suggested. "You three go upstairs, Daphne and I will look around in the basement." "Split up?" Shaggy asked, looking like he was about to wet himself at the very idea. "We can find more clues faster that way," Freddy said. "You'll be fine," Velma said. "Just stay close." She took the other flashlight and headed for the staircase. Shag and Scoob followed with all the enthusiasm of criminals on the way to the gallows. "I'll go first," Freddy said to Daphne as the others climbed to the second floor. He aimed the light down the cellar stairs, then cautiously proceeded down. Daphne followed, her breath quick and warm on the back of his neck. At the bottom of the stairs was a short hallway. An archway on the left led to a dusty old wine cellar. There was a door on the left, firmly closed. Daphne tried it. "Locked," she whispered. "Try this," he replied, pressing a key into her hand. "Where did you get this?" "My cousin gave it to me." She gave him a puzzled look and tried the key. The lock clicked and the door swung open on oiled hinges. Freddy reached past her and flipped a switch. A gooseneck desk lamp came on, casting a harsh circle of light on the floor. Unlike the rest of the house, the room was clean. The floor was covered with a nubby rug, a trendy burnt-orange couch was along one wall, a battered coffee table held a television with foil-wrapped rabbit ears, and the walls were covered with psychidelic concert posters and anti-war propeganda. There was a fridge humming quietly in a corner next to a two-burner stove and shelf of mismatched dishes. On the other side of the room was a doorway curtained with strings of beads that swayed and clicked. Beyond the beads was a small bathroom. Daphne turned to Freddy, her expression questioning. He was grinning broadly. "My cousin's frat brothers set it up," he explained. They've got the whole house rigged, with tape players, projectors, sound effects, everything. They use it to scare pledges on their initiation. There's enough fake ghost stuff here to keep Velma and the others busy for a while." "You mean, there's no real ghost?" "No real ghost." "You mean, we're finally alone?" "Yeah." "Oh, Freddy!" She ripped her headband off, letting her red hair spill gorgeously over her shoulders. He grabbed her and planted a kiss on her, giving her the tongue, kicking the door most of the way shut. She was all over him, squeezing his ass, tugging at his belt, running her fingers through his blond hair, hands everywhere, like she was one of those six-armed snake goddesses. He popped two of the buttons off her dress and she somehow wiggled out of it without letting loose of their lip-lock. Underneath, she had her stockings, garters, silky panties, and a lacy push-up bra. Her tits drove him wild. Before, he'd never managed more than a few quick feels, in their frustrating grope sessions in the back of the Mystery Machine while Shaggy was off at a fast-food stand and Velma was asking around about whatever local ghost story they were tracking. He'd gotten his hand on her pussy once, hot and wet, but still hadn't seen if she was a natural redhead. Now, though, he was feeling flesh and hard pointy little nipples, and she was rubbing his prick through his jeans. The one time he'd persuaded her to give him a hand job, he'd spurted cum all over half a sandwich that Shaggy had left lying in the van, and they'd almost been caught. There had been no time to get rid of the damn sandwich, and they had spent a bad day in fearful expectation. But aside from some comment from Shaggy about bad mayonnaise, the incident had never been discovered. "I can't believe we've waited this long!" she panted, yanking on his scarf. "There's never been a good time." He undid the knot before she strangled him. "Why can't we just tell the others?" "Are you kidding?" He got rid of his sweater. "You know what a prude Velma is! She'd kick us off the team, and she's the one with all the money. You think I want to get a real job?" "She'd be jealous anyway. She's got a crush on you." He unbuttoned his pants. "Why the hell are we talking about Velma? Let's quit wasting time and fuck!" * * * "Rwot's rin rhere?" Scooby asked. "Looks like the kitchen," Velma said, shining the light around. "Kitchen?" Shaggy perked up. "Like, let's look in here for clues!" "There's not going to be anything to eat," she said. He shrugged. "We might as well look." "I wonder if Freddy and Daphne are getting anywhere," Velma said. She wandered over to investigate a large china cabinet while Shaggy started poking through cupboards. Scooby stuck his nose in an open drawer, then yelped in surprise as a large spider scuttled out. "What's the matter, Scoob?" Shaggy found the dog shivering under the sink. He bent down to try and haul him out. Thump! Rattle! "EEEEeeeee ..." Shaggy turned. "What was that?" Scooby sniffed the air. "Rwhere's Rwelma?" "Yeah, man, where is Velma? I hope she didn't fall down another trapdoor or something." Daphne was noisy. He had her spread out on the couch, kneeling between her legs, busily licking her pussy (natural redhead, question answered, and vaguely strawberry-flavored). Her heels drummed on his shoulders and back. She gasped, she moaned, she oohed and aahed. It was a great show, and he was glad he hadn't told her the rest of what his cousin and the frat boys used this room for. He was glad she didn't know about the camera over the fridge, which was recording everything. "Oh, Freddy! Oh, Freddy! You have to do it now! You have to fuck me! Oh, I'm going crazy! Give me that big prick!" He clambered onto the couch with her, sucking her perky tits. She reached under him and guided his prick to her cunt. "Now! Now!" she squealed, raising her legs. He rammed into her. She was slick and tight and her inner muscles clenched around him like an oiled fist. Her legs clamped his hips so hard it almost hurt. "Oh, God! Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Ooh, do it faster!" "You like it, huh?" he grunted, pumping her so hard and fast that the whole couch shook. "You like to be fucked?" "Yes! Yes!" Velma sneezed from the dust and brushed cobwebs out of her hair. She was sitting on a cold stone floor. Ranks of wine racks stood silent sentinel around her. Overhead, the trap door that had opened beneath her feet was closing. She jumped up and tried to catch the edge, but missed. There was no way to open it from below. She would have to find another way out. She still had the flashlight, and made her way through the maze of wood. She began to hear strange noises, sounds like ... could it be? No, surely not ... A wide bar of light shone through a door that was standing ajar, and from behind the door the noises were louder. Voices, familiar voices -- She threw the door open and gaped in horror. "Freddy! Daphne! Oh, my God!" "Velma!" Freddy craned his neck and saw her standing in the doorway, staring at his naked ass. "Who cares?" Daphne writhed under him. "Don't stop, Freddy! I'm about to come!" He pounded at her frantically, riding into the home stretch. She clutched his hips and thrust her cunt up at him faster and faster. Her nails jabbed into his back. "No!" Velma cried, and dashed into the room as if to prevent the inevitable. Her feet tangled in Freddy's discarded jeans and she crashed heavily into the rug. "Oh, oh, OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Daphne shrieked. She went into such a frenzy of bucking and thrashing that Freddy was nearly thrown off of her. Then she collapsed in a dead faint. "Did you hear that?" Shaggy gasped as the distant scream trailed away. "Ruh rghost!" Scooby's brown fur went dead white. "Like, let's get out of here!" Badittabadittabaditta -- Ziiiiip! as they ran in place for a terror-stricken moment before tearing toward the kitchen door. It was too narrow to accomodate them both and they wedged like a cork in a bottle. "Jesus," Freddy said, staring at Daphne. Her eyes were rolled back, her body was utterly limp. He withdrew his still-stiff prick, since going at her while she was out cold would be a tad too necrophiliac for his tastes. Behind him, he heard Velma groan as she pushed herself to hands and knees. "My glasses," she wailed. "I've lost my glasses!" He looked at her, at the pendulous swinging of her tits under her sweater, and then looked down at his rampaging prick. "You're going to lose more than that," he muttered, and jumped on her. "Freddy? What are you -- oof!" as his weight drove her down onto the floor again. Her questing hand struck her glasses and sent them skittering across the floor. He yanked her skirt up to her waist. "Something I should have done a long time ago!" He seized the waistband of her sensible good-girl panties and pulled them down, revealing her smooth, white bottom. She scrambled to hands and knees again, trying to get away, but he hooked one arm around her ample waist and groped beneath her with the other hand. Her pussy mound was plump and firm, covered with silky hair. His prick gave a sudden eager lurch. Velma tried to scream, but only managed a thin squeak. He wormed a finger into her cunt. "Freddy, stop it!" His thumb found and rubbed the shy hidden knob of her clit while his fingers probed her snug hole. "You'll love it, Velma," he said. "More fun than chasing ghosts!" "Stop!" she said, louder this time, but he felt warmth and dampness on his invading fingers. Taking away his hand, he grabbed her wide hips. "Ghosts and pirates," he scoffed. "I've got your pirate here! Prepare to be boarded!" With that, he rammed his prick into her cunt to the hilt. Velma's violated scream echoed around the small room. "Get out of the way, Scoob!" Shaggy said, struggling. The dog's eyes rolled, showing the whites. His fur had resumed normal color, but he was still in the grip of fear. Just then, something white floated across the hall in front of them. Pale, ghostly, a vague woman-shape, flickering across the walls. They reversed direction and popped out of the doorway like two watermelon seeds pinched between a finger and thumb. Scooby tried to go under the kitchen table, got stuck, and kept running, taking it with him. He hit a swinging door and vanished into the pantry. Shaggy dove headfirst out the window and landed in a thick patch of weeds. He crawled away from the house as fast as he could, but was not fast enough to avoid hearing another banshee shriek. He ran to the Mystery Machine, climbed in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then he curled up in his seat, hugged his knobby knees to his skinny chest, and shuddered. Freddy rocked back and forth, fucking Velma nice and slow. She had quit screaming and was now biting on her wrist, making muffled noises that might have been sobs but sounded suspiciously like moans of pleasure. He let go of her hips to see if she'd try and get away again, but she stayed right where she was. He slid his hand back to her clit and rubbed some more. "Like it, Velma?" he asked, thinking gleefully how this was going to look on film, how his cousin and his cousin's buddies were just going to freak out. "Going to come, Velma?" She shook her head, but her cunt was clenching, and she was moving her ass ever so slightly to meet his thrusts. "Mmm, ooh," Daphne said, raising her head. When she saw what was happnening on the floor, shock slapped the grogginess from her face. Her mouth and eyes made three perfect O's. Scooby huddled in the pantry, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he cautiously poked his nose out. "Rhaggy? Rhaggy?" No answer. No sign of the ghost, or of Shaggy. His teeth clattered so loud that they drowned out the thunder of his heartbeat. When the spider dashed between his paws, he let our a yelp that was nearly ultrasonic and raced for the door. Shaggy stopped shaking. He peered out the windows, but couldn't see any of the others. "Zoinks, I hope the ghost didn't get them," he said to himself. "Like, maybe I should go look." His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in half an hour. "Like, maybe in a few minutes," he decided. There was a small fridge in the rear of the van. Kicking clothes and luggage out of the way, he opened it up and surveyed the contents. In no time, he had built a large sloppy sandwich. Sinking his teeth in, he sighed in rapture. The joy of food was enough to give him a boner. He pressed idly on his crotch with one hand while rooting through the fridge for the last eclair in a pink bakery box. Still chawing down on the sandwich, he balanced the eclair on his knee and opened his fly, taking out a cock that was as long and skinny as the rest of him. Between bites of bread, meat, mayo, pickles, cheese, and onion, he nibbled the top off the eclair and sucked out some of the cream filling. It left a chocolate-covered pastry shell with a creamy furrow that nicely fit his cock. Sandwich in one hand, he ate as he jerked himself off into the eclair. "Oh, wow," Daphne said. "Oh, wow, Freddy, you're fucking her." Velma looked around at her with huge horrified eyes. "Help me, Daphne! Help -- ooh -- help me!" Daphne licked her pink lips. "Help you? Okay." She got down on the floor with them, still wearing nothing but stockings and garters. She tugged Velma's sweater up to her armpits and unfastened her heavy-duty bra. Velma gasped and squirmed, but Daphne's small hands were all over her, cupping her tits, tugging gently at the large pebbly brown nipples. Freddy pumped harder. "Unh, I'm going to come soon," he said. "Hear that, Velma?" Daphne whispered in the other girl's ear. "Freddy's big prick is stuck right up you, and soon he's going to come, he's fucking you, don't you want to come too? Doesn't it feel good, all that thick hot cock slamming in and out?" Velma moaned. She was quivering now, her pale skin flushed. As Daphne spoke, she continued fondling Velma's breasts with one hand and started caressing her own pussy with the other. "It's making me hot all over again just watching you. You know what I wish? I wish you'd lick my cunt while Freddy fucks you." She laid back on the rug, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. "Do it, Velma. Lick me." "Yeah!" Freddy said, biting his lip and trying to hold off. Geez, this was more than he'd ever imagined! He hoped the camera was picking it all up! "Do it!" He shoved Velma's head toward Daphne's waiting cunt. With a strangled cry of abandon, Velma buried her face between Daphne's thighs. His mouth was crammed with sandwich, his cock surrounded by a sticky cunt of pastry and chocolate. Shaggy had never been with a chick, never cared to. All the satisfaction he needed, he got from food. When he came, he gasped a whole olive down his throat and nearly strangled, but didn't stop sliding his pastry-filled fist up and down. Jets of cum pumped out, turning the eclair into a soggy crumbling mess. Scooby folded his ears over his eyes. He had adopted a new strategy. If he didn't look, he couldn't possibly see anything to scare him. So, blind, he took a wrong turn and fell down the cellar stairs. At the bottom, he righted himself, shook his head, and froze at the strange sounds. He sniffed the air. "Rwelma? Rheddy? Raphne?" Velma flung her head back. "Freddy! Yes! I'm coming!" "So am I!" He fucked her faster, his thighs slapping her ass. "I'm not!" Daphne cried petulently. She seized Velma by the hair and tried to force her back to licking, but Velma was caught up in the throes of her orgasm. A startled woof caught Daphne's attention, and she turned her eyes to the door. Scooby Doo was standing there, a comical expression of surprise on his doggy face, his tongue lolling out. A thoroughly wicked idea struck her and she acted on it at once. Freddy always kept a couple of scooby snacks in his pocket for emergencies. Her cunt, aching for attention, told her that this was emergency enough. She fished the snacks out of his jeans as he and Velma collapsed into a sweaty, heavy-breathing heap. "Scooooooby," she crooned, waving the snacks. "I've got something for you, Scooby." His ears perked up. She took one of the snacks and pushed it up into her pussy, then crumbled the other one over her clit. Scooby whined, tail wagging uncertainly, and took a few steps toward her. She tilted her cunt at him invitingly. "Come on, Scooby Doo. Nice scooby snacks, come and get them!" "Daphne?" Freddy was gaping at her. She ignored him and coaxed Scooby closer. The big dog sniffed her cunt, then huffed a warm breath over it and started licking and slurping. His tongue was large, pink, slightly rough, and wet. He lapped up all the crumbs, bringing Daphne right to the edge, then thrust his tongue deep into her, fishing for the hidden snack. His cold nose pressed against Daphne's clit. She wrapped her legs around his head and humped his muzzle until she came, shrieking like a fire siren. The sight of Daphne getting eaten out by Scooby made Freddy horny all over again, though he would have sworn he was worn out. He rolled Velma over (reeling from her orgasm and still without her glasses, she didn't know what was going on just a few feet away) and stuck his prick in her mouth. She started sucking eagerly, all resistance gone. Shaggy threw the ruined eclair into the weeds and washed his hands. He was full, content, and beginning to worry about Scoob and the others. He wandered around the outside of the house for a while, trying to work up the nerve to go in. Every time he was about to, he heard more ghostly screams and chickened out. In his wanderings, he encountered a long chain of extension cords leading from the house, but it never occured to him that this might be a clue. "Zoinks," he said to himself, coming around to the porch again. "Like, where are they?" He took a deep breath and prepared to go in, when they appeared. Scooby was first, licking his chops. "Like, where have you been?" Shaggy asked indignantly. "Did you find something to eat in there? Man, you better have saved me some!" Daphne and Freddy exchanged a glance, and Daphne laughed. Velma was bringing up the rear, her glasses clutched in one hand and a dazed smile on her face. "So, like, did you find the ghost?" Shaggy asked. "There's no ghost," Freddy said. "It was all a hoax." --
WTF is a "light blub"?
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d00d, while you're at it, you can put Linux on all their machines instead of Windoze!!!!!!!!! (I call it "Windoze" because it's so slow - get it? HAHAHALOL!) That would fully r0x0r!!!!!!!!!