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Quote:
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2/1/10
Jesse says (10:19 PM):
*you know if you gently rub your fingers around where my belly botton is it puts me to sleep
Hi, my name, is, Kale, and, I'm unhappy. says (10:19 PM):
*Really?
Jesse says (10:20 PM):
*mhm
Hi, my name, is, Kale, and, I'm unhappy. says (10:20 PM):
*That's so cute! ; u;
___
[8:38 PM] ricestory: So what do you do in your spare time?
Well, when I'm bored I like to ski, and I like watching anime and drawing.. I'm also pretty good at games.. oh and 14 year old tits.
[8:48:55 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: stretches my a**s and forces rice inside
[8:49:03 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:49:04 PM] ricestory: NNNNNN
[8:49:06 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: brb pills
[8:49:09 PM] ricestory: WIGGLES
[8:49:09 PM] tangu: HAHA
[8:49:10 PM] tangu: OH GOD
[8:49:11 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:49:12 PM] tangu: THE IMAGES
[8:49:14 PM] tangu: WHYYYYYYYYY
[8:49:17 PM] ricestory: PUNCHES THE WALLS
[8:49:19 PM] ricestory: DOES IT
[8:49:22 PM] ricestory: FEEL GOOD?
[8:49:24 PM] tangu: OH BABY
[8:49:29 PM] tangu: GETS INSIDE OF KRISTIN'S a**s
[8:49:30 PM] ricestory: ahah
[8:49:32 PM] ricestory: WOAH
[8:49:34 PM] tangu: AND HAS JACKSON GO IN MINE
[8:49:35 PM] tangu: MMMMMM
[8:49:40 PM] tangu: IT'S AN a**s TRAIN
[8:49:40 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:49:43 PM] ricestory: AHAHAHAHA
[8:49:46 PM] tangu: OH JESUS
[8:49:51 PM] tangu: I'M SO BRILLIANT
[8:50:00 PM] ricestory: BEEP BEEP ALL ABOARD THE a**s TRAIN, WEW
[8:50:05 PM] tangu: PEW PEW
[8:50:07 PM] ricestory: EUHUHUH
[8:50:07 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: MOANS
[8:50:09 PM] tangu: LOL
[8:50:12 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: AHN~*YAOI MOAN*
[8:50:13 PM] ricestory: LOL
[8:50:13 PM] tangu: MMM
[8:50:15 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: *GIGGLES*
[8:50:17 PM] ricestory: ..........
[8:50:18 PM] ricestory: LOL
[8:50:20 PM] tangu: AHNNNN~~~~ SUGOIIIII~~~~
[8:50:23 PM] tangu: >///////////<
[8:50:54 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: AHN, TANGERINE-DANNA, THE FEEL OF YOU STRETCHING RICES a**s IS STRETCHING MY a**s, AHN SO GOOD
[8:51:01 PM] ricestory: ahh.. tangu-sama.. ;////////;~
[8:51:01 PM] ricestory: LOL
[8:51:07 PM] tangu: AHN
[8:51:10 PM] tangu: HNNNG
[8:51:10 PM] ricestory: on-onii-chan
[8:51:11 PM] tangu: KIMOCHIIII!
[8:51:14 PM] ricestory: LOL.
[8:51:15 PM] ricestory: LOOOOOOOOOOOL
[8:52:16 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: *blushes and flutters eyelashes* Rice0sama.. It have been long since I have been touched there.. Please, punch my a**s-walls gently...
[8:52:17 PM] ricestory: USE YOUR HAAAAAIR
[8:52:18 PM | Edited 8:52:29 PM] tangu: I'M A NA'VI
[8:52:23 PM] ricestory: AHHAHA
[8:52:24 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:52:43 PM] ricestory: PUNCHES THEM FURIOUSLY, MAKING HOLES
[8:52:47 PM] tangu: OH BABY
[8:52:48 PM] ricestory: RICE CRISPIES FLOW OUT
[8:52:49 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: cries and imagines 9 foot navi in my a**s
[8:52:50 PM] ricestory: WHAT
[8:52:52 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:52:56 PM] tangu: HAHAHA
[8:52:59 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: LOL WHAT
[8:53:05 PM] tangu: MMM RICE KUN
[8:53:06 PM] ricestory: WE NEED MILK
[8:53:07 PM] ricestory: MORE
[8:53:09 PM] ricestory: MIIIIIILK
[8:53:14 PM] tangu: YOUR PUNCHES ARE MAKING YOUR BODY VIBRATE
[8:53:16 PM] tangu: AND I CAN FEEL IT
[8:53:16 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: CUMS IN MY OWN a**s
[8:53:16 PM] ricestory: SQUEEZES a**s WALLS
[8:53:18 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: AHN
[8:53:18 PM] tangu: OH IT FEELS SO GOOD
[8:53:20 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: MILK EVERYWHERE
[8:53:22 PM] tangu: UHNNN
[8:53:31 PM] tangu: OH GOD THE ROOM IS FILLING UP WITH MILK
SUGOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
[8:53:40 PM] ricestory: sluurp
[8:53:42 PM] ricestory: SLUURP
[8:53:43 PM] ricestory: I MEAN
[8:53:44 PM] tangu: LSSLSLHUSLHUTUSURLUSGHS
[8:54:21 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: PLACES MY BUTTHOLE IN FRONT OF MY MOUTH
LAPS AT IS QUICKLY
[8:54:23 PM] tangu: ITS TURNING ME ON
[8:54:26 PM] ricestory: LOL.
[8:54:28 PM] tangu: LOLLLLL
[8:54:36 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: LIKE A KITTEN THAT IS THIRSTY FOR
[8:54:39 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: ......MILLK
[8:54:42 PM] tangu: I CAN FEEL THE RICE CRISPIES POP IN MY a**s
[8:54:45 PM] ricestory: WOAH YOU NICKED MY EYEBALL THERE KALE
[8:54:48 PM] tangu: ELIZAAAAAAAAAAAAA
[8:54:55 PM] ricestory: OOOH NINI
[8:55:10 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: *SHUDDERS AND MOANS IN ECSTASY ASI THE CRACKLING RICE CRISPIES CRACKLE, THEIR ONCE-HARD SHELLS CLINGING TO THE INSIDES OF MY BUTTHOLE
[8:55:24 PM] tangu: OH MY GOD AHN
[8:55:26 PM] tangu: THE SIGHT
[8:55:30 PM] ricestory: （ ﾟДﾟ）
[8:55:32 PM] tangu: IS SO BEAUTIFUL
The African American Princess
Tangerine was walking through a dark meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a warty little African American lying under a tree.
Tangerine skipped over to see the dear thing and was bright to find that she was hurt! A handcuffs had pierced her cheese-filled little buttcrack and she whimpered hurriedly with the pain.
"My crusty little friend," Tangerine said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the handcuffs, as quickly as he could. The African American cried out and Tangerine's heart ached, like DAT a**. "You'll be all right," Tangerine whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Obama and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Obama up in his arms, Tangerine carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Tangerine nursed Obama, cleaning her buttcrack and feeding her d***o-brand African American chow.
On the eighth night, Obama climbed into bed with Tangerine. She burrowed under the covers and devilishly squirted Tangerine's a**s. It made Tangerine giggle and he cuddled close to Obama, stroking her c**k and singing needily to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Tangerine hurried home so he could curl up with Obama. It gave him a lubed-up feeling whenever Obama squirted his a**s.
Then one night, Obama looked up at Tangerine and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a slutty princess."
Tangerine screamed analy, he was so surprised. How could a African American talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Obama said. "Kiss me."
How could a African American talk?
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Tangerine said and kissed Obama on her c**k. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a slutty princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Obama," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Tangerine said.
"See?" Obama said and showed Tangerine the scar from the handcuffs on her buttcrack. Then she kissed Tangerine and they tumbled in his a**s and did a lot of very pimply things, some of them involving a vaginalicious c**t.
"I love you," Obama said when they were done. Tangerine clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Obama had stashed away.
And if Obama didn't know about Tangerine's visits to the African American sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
_____________________________________________________________
I Saw Kale Kissing Santa Claus
Chey woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one flatulent box that looked like a turtle.
Then Chey noticed that Kale was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Chey thought that he would surprise Kale. Maybe even sneak up behind her and finger her on her cheesy clitoris. That always made Kale smelly.
Chey crept quickly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its creamy lights, and the presents, heaped up orally, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Kale. Kissing someone.
Chey was so angry, he picked up a c**k from a table and threw it hurriedly in her butt.
They both looked around.
"Kale, you queefing octopus!" Chey yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Chey looked and then rubbed his p***s and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Kale said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a shaking kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Chey said extremely. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be vibrating."
That seemed reasonable. Chey went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, Like a boss. He made Chey's testicles feel all bright.
"You see?" Kale said cunningly and Chey saw. So they had a three-way.
Everybody's presents were late.
______________________________________________________________
Kaleb and Jackson
by William Shakespeare
Enter Kaleb
Jackson appears above at a window
Kaleb:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the vibrater, and Jackson is the African American.
Arise, dickalicious African American, and lick the huge whip.
See, how he leans his super tight a**s upon his c**k leaking precum!
O, that I were a glove upon that c**k leaking precum,
That I might touch that super tight a**s!
Jackson:
O Kaleb, Kaleb! wherefore art thou Kaleb?
What's in a name? That which we call a really long p***s
By any other name would smell as flatulent
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a dog in heat"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove c**-covered.
Kaleb:
Swain, by yonder huge whip I swear
That tips in his butt the skanky shock collar--
Jackson:
O, swear not by the whip, the crusty whip,
That orally changes in its clear orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise clear.
Sweet, c**-frosted night! A thousand times c**-frosted night!
Parting is such c**-filled sorrow,
That I shall say c**-frosted night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Kaleb:
Sleep dwell upon thy super tight a**s, peace in thy c**k leaking precum!
Would I were sleep and peace, so desperately to rest!
hurriedly will I to my dickalicious really long p***s's cell,
Its help to lick, and my flatulent really long p***s to tell.
______________________________________________________________
The Adventure Of The African American
Kaleb and Jackson were out for a huge Valentine's walk in his butt. As they went, Jackson rested his hand on Kaleb's super tight a**s. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so c**-covered, Kaleb was filled with flatulent dread.
"Do you suppose it's dickalicious here?" he asked loudly.
"You skanky silly," Jackson said, tickling Kaleb with his vibrater. "It's completely c**-filled."
Just then, a c**-frosted African American leapt out from behind a shock collar and slurped Jackson in the really long p***s. "Aaargh!" Jackson screamed.
Things looked crusty. But Kaleb, although he was clear, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a whip and, like a dog in heat, beat the African American feverishly until it ran off. "That will teach you to lick innocent people."
Then he clasped Jackson close. Jackson was bleeding orally. "My darling," Kaleb said, and pressed his lips to Jackson's c**k leaking precum.
"I love you," Jackson said desperately, and expired in Kaleb's arms.
Kaleb never loved again.
______________________________________________________________
The Rape-filled Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Chris Crocker and Tangerine went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Chris Crocker hit Tangerine in her enflamed a**s with a big loli iceball. It hurt a lot, but Chris Crocker kissed it orally and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really crusty snow man!" Chris Crocker said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Tangerine said. "That would be more slutty and politically correct."
"I know," Chris Crocker said. "We can make a snow c***k. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up desperately and made a drugged up snow c***k. Chris Crocker put on a shark for the virgin c**t. The c***k was almost as big as Tangerine.
"It looks nauseous," Chris Crocker said hurriedly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Tangerine said and held up a gaseous ******. "I found this in her v****a." She put the ****** onto the c***k's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the c***k, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a fattie in Mcdonalds.
Tangerine screamed loudly and ran but the snow c***k chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow c***k slurped her feverishly.
"Nobody does that to my little Huge Sniper Rifle," Chris Crocker screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow c***k through the throbbing p***s. It fell down and Chris Crocker kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Tangerine said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The ****** lay in the yard until a rapeish child picked it up and took it home.
Jesse says (10:19 PM):
*you know if you gently rub your fingers around where my belly botton is it puts me to sleep
Hi, my name, is, Kale, and, I'm unhappy. says (10:19 PM):
*Really?
Jesse says (10:20 PM):
*mhm
Hi, my name, is, Kale, and, I'm unhappy. says (10:20 PM):
*That's so cute! ; u;
___
[8:38 PM] ricestory: So what do you do in your spare time?
Well, when I'm bored I like to ski, and I like watching anime and drawing.. I'm also pretty good at games.. oh and 14 year old tits.
[8:48:55 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: stretches my a**s and forces rice inside
[8:49:03 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:49:04 PM] ricestory: NNNNNN
[8:49:06 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: brb pills
[8:49:09 PM] ricestory: WIGGLES
[8:49:09 PM] tangu: HAHA
[8:49:10 PM] tangu: OH GOD
[8:49:11 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:49:12 PM] tangu: THE IMAGES
[8:49:14 PM] tangu: WHYYYYYYYYY
[8:49:17 PM] ricestory: PUNCHES THE WALLS
[8:49:19 PM] ricestory: DOES IT
[8:49:22 PM] ricestory: FEEL GOOD?
[8:49:24 PM] tangu: OH BABY
[8:49:29 PM] tangu: GETS INSIDE OF KRISTIN'S a**s
[8:49:30 PM] ricestory: ahah
[8:49:32 PM] ricestory: WOAH
[8:49:34 PM] tangu: AND HAS JACKSON GO IN MINE
[8:49:35 PM] tangu: MMMMMM
[8:49:40 PM] tangu: IT'S AN a**s TRAIN
[8:49:40 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:49:43 PM] ricestory: AHAHAHAHA
[8:49:46 PM] tangu: OH JESUS
[8:49:51 PM] tangu: I'M SO BRILLIANT
[8:50:00 PM] ricestory: BEEP BEEP ALL ABOARD THE a**s TRAIN, WEW
[8:50:05 PM] tangu: PEW PEW
[8:50:07 PM] ricestory: EUHUHUH
[8:50:07 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: MOANS
[8:50:09 PM] tangu: LOL
[8:50:12 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: AHN~*YAOI MOAN*
[8:50:13 PM] ricestory: LOL
[8:50:13 PM] tangu: MMM
[8:50:15 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: *GIGGLES*
[8:50:17 PM] ricestory: ..........
[8:50:18 PM] ricestory: LOL
[8:50:20 PM] tangu: AHNNNN~~~~ SUGOIIIII~~~~
[8:50:23 PM] tangu: >///////////<
[8:50:54 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: AHN, TANGERINE-DANNA, THE FEEL OF YOU STRETCHING RICES a**s IS STRETCHING MY a**s, AHN SO GOOD
[8:51:01 PM] ricestory: ahh.. tangu-sama.. ;////////;~
[8:51:01 PM] ricestory: LOL
[8:51:07 PM] tangu: AHN
[8:51:10 PM] tangu: HNNNG
[8:51:10 PM] ricestory: on-onii-chan
[8:51:11 PM] tangu: KIMOCHIIII!
[8:51:14 PM] ricestory: LOL.
[8:51:15 PM] ricestory: LOOOOOOOOOOOL
[8:52:16 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: *blushes and flutters eyelashes* Rice0sama.. It have been long since I have been touched there.. Please, punch my a**s-walls gently...
[8:52:17 PM] ricestory: USE YOUR HAAAAAIR
[8:52:18 PM | Edited 8:52:29 PM] tangu: I'M A NA'VI
[8:52:23 PM] ricestory: AHHAHA
[8:52:24 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:52:43 PM] ricestory: PUNCHES THEM FURIOUSLY, MAKING HOLES
[8:52:47 PM] tangu: OH BABY
[8:52:48 PM] ricestory: RICE CRISPIES FLOW OUT
[8:52:49 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: cries and imagines 9 foot navi in my a**s
[8:52:50 PM] ricestory: WHAT
[8:52:52 PM] tangu: LMAO
[8:52:56 PM] tangu: HAHAHA
[8:52:59 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: LOL WHAT
[8:53:05 PM] tangu: MMM RICE KUN
[8:53:06 PM] ricestory: WE NEED MILK
[8:53:07 PM] ricestory: MORE
[8:53:09 PM] ricestory: MIIIIIILK
[8:53:14 PM] tangu: YOUR PUNCHES ARE MAKING YOUR BODY VIBRATE
[8:53:16 PM] tangu: AND I CAN FEEL IT
[8:53:16 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: CUMS IN MY OWN a**s
[8:53:16 PM] ricestory: SQUEEZES a**s WALLS
[8:53:18 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: AHN
[8:53:18 PM] tangu: OH IT FEELS SO GOOD
[8:53:20 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: MILK EVERYWHERE
[8:53:22 PM] tangu: UHNNN
[8:53:31 PM] tangu: OH GOD THE ROOM IS FILLING UP WITH MILK
SUGOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
[8:53:40 PM] ricestory: sluurp
[8:53:42 PM] ricestory: SLUURP
[8:53:43 PM] ricestory: I MEAN
[8:53:44 PM] tangu: LSSLSLHUSLHUTUSURLUSGHS
[8:54:21 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: PLACES MY BUTTHOLE IN FRONT OF MY MOUTH
LAPS AT IS QUICKLY
[8:54:23 PM] tangu: ITS TURNING ME ON
[8:54:26 PM] ricestory: LOL.
[8:54:28 PM] tangu: LOLLLLL
[8:54:36 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: LIKE A KITTEN THAT IS THIRSTY FOR
[8:54:39 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: ......MILLK
[8:54:42 PM] tangu: I CAN FEEL THE RICE CRISPIES POP IN MY a**s
[8:54:45 PM] ricestory: WOAH YOU NICKED MY EYEBALL THERE KALE
[8:54:48 PM] tangu: ELIZAAAAAAAAAAAAA
[8:54:55 PM] ricestory: OOOH NINI
[8:55:10 PM] Kaleb Kuznetsov: *SHUDDERS AND MOANS IN ECSTASY ASI THE CRACKLING RICE CRISPIES CRACKLE, THEIR ONCE-HARD SHELLS CLINGING TO THE INSIDES OF MY BUTTHOLE
[8:55:24 PM] tangu: OH MY GOD AHN
[8:55:26 PM] tangu: THE SIGHT
[8:55:30 PM] ricestory: （ ﾟДﾟ）
[8:55:32 PM] tangu: IS SO BEAUTIFUL
The African American Princess
Tangerine was walking through a dark meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a warty little African American lying under a tree.
Tangerine skipped over to see the dear thing and was bright to find that she was hurt! A handcuffs had pierced her cheese-filled little buttcrack and she whimpered hurriedly with the pain.
"My crusty little friend," Tangerine said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the handcuffs, as quickly as he could. The African American cried out and Tangerine's heart ached, like DAT a**. "You'll be all right," Tangerine whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Obama and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Obama up in his arms, Tangerine carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Tangerine nursed Obama, cleaning her buttcrack and feeding her d***o-brand African American chow.
On the eighth night, Obama climbed into bed with Tangerine. She burrowed under the covers and devilishly squirted Tangerine's a**s. It made Tangerine giggle and he cuddled close to Obama, stroking her c**k and singing needily to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Tangerine hurried home so he could curl up with Obama. It gave him a lubed-up feeling whenever Obama squirted his a**s.
Then one night, Obama looked up at Tangerine and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a slutty princess."
Tangerine screamed analy, he was so surprised. How could a African American talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Obama said. "Kiss me."
How could a African American talk?
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Tangerine said and kissed Obama on her c**k. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a slutty princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Obama," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Tangerine said.
"See?" Obama said and showed Tangerine the scar from the handcuffs on her buttcrack. Then she kissed Tangerine and they tumbled in his a**s and did a lot of very pimply things, some of them involving a vaginalicious c**t.
"I love you," Obama said when they were done. Tangerine clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Obama had stashed away.
And if Obama didn't know about Tangerine's visits to the African American sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
_____________________________________________________________
I Saw Kale Kissing Santa Claus
Chey woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one flatulent box that looked like a turtle.
Then Chey noticed that Kale was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Chey thought that he would surprise Kale. Maybe even sneak up behind her and finger her on her cheesy clitoris. That always made Kale smelly.
Chey crept quickly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its creamy lights, and the presents, heaped up orally, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Kale. Kissing someone.
Chey was so angry, he picked up a c**k from a table and threw it hurriedly in her butt.
They both looked around.
"Kale, you queefing octopus!" Chey yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Chey looked and then rubbed his p***s and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Kale said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a shaking kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Chey said extremely. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be vibrating."
That seemed reasonable. Chey went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, Like a boss. He made Chey's testicles feel all bright.
"You see?" Kale said cunningly and Chey saw. So they had a three-way.
Everybody's presents were late.
______________________________________________________________
Kaleb and Jackson
by William Shakespeare
Enter Kaleb
Jackson appears above at a window
Kaleb:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the vibrater, and Jackson is the African American.
Arise, dickalicious African American, and lick the huge whip.
See, how he leans his super tight a**s upon his c**k leaking precum!
O, that I were a glove upon that c**k leaking precum,
That I might touch that super tight a**s!
Jackson:
O Kaleb, Kaleb! wherefore art thou Kaleb?
What's in a name? That which we call a really long p***s
By any other name would smell as flatulent
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a dog in heat"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove c**-covered.
Kaleb:
Swain, by yonder huge whip I swear
That tips in his butt the skanky shock collar--
Jackson:
O, swear not by the whip, the crusty whip,
That orally changes in its clear orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise clear.
Sweet, c**-frosted night! A thousand times c**-frosted night!
Parting is such c**-filled sorrow,
That I shall say c**-frosted night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Kaleb:
Sleep dwell upon thy super tight a**s, peace in thy c**k leaking precum!
Would I were sleep and peace, so desperately to rest!
hurriedly will I to my dickalicious really long p***s's cell,
Its help to lick, and my flatulent really long p***s to tell.
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The Adventure Of The African American
Kaleb and Jackson were out for a huge Valentine's walk in his butt. As they went, Jackson rested his hand on Kaleb's super tight a**s. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so c**-covered, Kaleb was filled with flatulent dread.
"Do you suppose it's dickalicious here?" he asked loudly.
"You skanky silly," Jackson said, tickling Kaleb with his vibrater. "It's completely c**-filled."
Just then, a c**-frosted African American leapt out from behind a shock collar and slurped Jackson in the really long p***s. "Aaargh!" Jackson screamed.
Things looked crusty. But Kaleb, although he was clear, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a whip and, like a dog in heat, beat the African American feverishly until it ran off. "That will teach you to lick innocent people."
Then he clasped Jackson close. Jackson was bleeding orally. "My darling," Kaleb said, and pressed his lips to Jackson's c**k leaking precum.
"I love you," Jackson said desperately, and expired in Kaleb's arms.
Kaleb never loved again.
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The Rape-filled Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Chris Crocker and Tangerine went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Chris Crocker hit Tangerine in her enflamed a**s with a big loli iceball. It hurt a lot, but Chris Crocker kissed it orally and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really crusty snow man!" Chris Crocker said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Tangerine said. "That would be more slutty and politically correct."
"I know," Chris Crocker said. "We can make a snow c***k. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up desperately and made a drugged up snow c***k. Chris Crocker put on a shark for the virgin c**t. The c***k was almost as big as Tangerine.
"It looks nauseous," Chris Crocker said hurriedly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Tangerine said and held up a gaseous ******. "I found this in her v****a." She put the ****** onto the c***k's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the c***k, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a fattie in Mcdonalds.
Tangerine screamed loudly and ran but the snow c***k chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow c***k slurped her feverishly.
"Nobody does that to my little Huge Sniper Rifle," Chris Crocker screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow c***k through the throbbing p***s. It fell down and Chris Crocker kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Tangerine said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The ****** lay in the yard until a rapeish child picked it up and took it home.
