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Post by Fx71 on May 11, 2007 10:58:33 GMT -5
OK /b/, so I'm married and i have 2 girls, 3 and 5 years old.
My favourite time of the day is bath time (which i rarely miss) where me and the girls bathe together. My wife prefers to shower or when she does bath, she does so alone with a book. Anyway...at bath time, i sit each girl one on each leg and lather them up, rinse them etc. Naturally i get an erection (i'm a guy, i can't help these things) and most days the girl's have a curiosity about my cock (seeing it go from flacid to sticking up and hard) and so i let them play with it, tug it, squeeze it etc. nothing i ask them to do, i just let them do what they like to my cock and it feels nice usually so...yea...
Anyway, my wife comes in (i've been bathing the girls since they were born, though their cock curiosity is recent..maybe last 3 months) yesterday and sees me erect and starts screaming and grabs the kids and gets them dressed, drives off. Turns out she's taken the kids to my mother's house and won't speak to me. my mom has been kind enough to relay shit to me, but basically: I'm a pedo because i had an erection in the bathtub (and i explained that i'm a guy, i can't control these things) but she was all "it's not right to expose the girls to an erect penis at their age" and i'm all wtf.
she's trying to get the police involved and claiming i'm a pedo and unfit etc. she didn't even see the girls touching my penis, she just saw that i was hard. now she's took my kids, i think i'm gonna get divorced and possibly branded a child molester (grown man naked and erect with little girls sounds bad right? fuck...)
Worst thing is, she's gonna be asking the girls about bath time, and if they say they were playing with my winkie (what they call it) i'll be more fucked, and she'll tell them that it's "disgusting and wrong" so they'll grow up thinking they were ABUSED by me.
Worst day of my life. I am seriously considering suicide.
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How's your day been?
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Post by LoC_Mexican on May 11, 2007 14:25:12 GMT -5
I guess that's Holy-ish, but most of it wasn't the least bit relevant.
The stuff I post is relevant, except no one is interested in it on here.
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Post by Fx71 on May 11, 2007 18:38:47 GMT -5
sup b, I've been taking pictures of a girl I like at school. I mean really like.
is that weird? I cup my hand over the part of my camera phone that says "Camera mode" and have pretty much just the lens exposed, and I fire away about twenty shots of her back. Its right in class, too, when everyone is talking. I'd kill for a shot of her face.
then when I get the chance I go and jizz all over my camera phone in the bathroom. (jK) but I do jack off to them.
pic strongly related. oh and is it weird/have you ever done it before?
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Post by valkoz on May 14, 2007 14:56:26 GMT -5
more more more!! want more!!
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Post by foooooog on May 14, 2007 16:05:10 GMT -5
Isn't it spelled "moar?"
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Post by G(O)D)oF(UrMoM on May 14, 2007 19:25:52 GMT -5
don't post, foog, that's all i hav eto say
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Post by foooooog on May 14, 2007 20:30:47 GMT -5
bitch, stfu
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Post by G(O)D)oF(UrMoM on May 15, 2007 6:50:13 GMT -5
no, i'm not saying that you shouldn't post because you don't know very much (although that's a plausible reason in itself), just don't post, lol. ever. just lurk. if you want to browse 4chan, just lurk, like i do.
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Post by foooooog on May 16, 2007 20:25:52 GMT -5
Oh, you were talking about 4chan. Yeah, I lurk and only lurk.
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Post by Fx71 on May 22, 2007 8:29:38 GMT -5
I just raped my cousin. My cousin is a cute girl. She's 12, with blonde hair, a nice petite (yet not too petite, she's got curves in all the right places) frame and pretty blue eyes. She's a sweet little loli, which made it even more great to pentrate her.It started off with us playing Super Monkey Ball. She wasn't very good at it, but I was a master. She was having trouble getting past level 2. So I told her to come over here. She sat on my lap as we both grasped the controller. My boner was rising. I helped her beat it, and she kissed me on the cheek. My boner was about to jump out of my pants and do a clog dance in my ass. Since my arms were already around her, I continued in the capacity, and she settled in my lap as I began beating stage 17. Since you only need one hand to play monkey ball, I used my other to rub her leg. And as the stages went up and up, I inched my hand closer and closer towards her panties. As I began lifting up her skirt, she became uncomfortable. She tried to push my hand back, but I kept on rubbing her vagina through her panties. "What are you doing?" she asked. I covered her mouth. "I'm going to have some fun with you, little miss," I replied back. I pushed her up against a dresser. I lifted up her skirt, than pulled her panties aside and began fucking her. She began crying. "No, stop, you asshole, stop!" I just kept on pumping harder. She kept on crying harder as I ripped her hymen like a dog eating a piece of meat. Then suddenly, "Yes, yes!" she screamed. She was aroused, she liked it. Alright! This means i'm scott free. I began fucking her as hard as possible. "YES, YES! OH GOD, YES!" she cried. "I LOVE IT!" she screamed. My sperm came closer to being released inside her... Closer... Closer... Closer... "THAT SMELL IS AMAZING!" she screamed.
I stopped. "What?" I asked her. Suddenly a fat nigger popped out behind the couch.
"And dats da power of Pine-Sol!"
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Post by valkoz on May 22, 2007 13:56:18 GMT -5
lmao
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Post by LoC_Mexican on May 22, 2007 16:55:48 GMT -5
xD
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Post by Fx71 on May 25, 2007 15:50:48 GMT -5
I believe my true self is that of a 1978 Honda Civic. That is who I truly am on the inside, my soul-being. To express this aspect of my personality I draw pictures of myself as an anthropomorphic 1978 Honda Civic and share them with others of my kind. My girlfriend is an 1975 AMC Gremlin, and we are soul-mates. Automobile soul-mates. I communicate with others of my kind mostly through the internet, but sometimes we attend conventions. People persecute us for our true selves. My neighbor threatened to call the cops on me just for talking to his Escort. I'm not even into Fords, but that's besides the point. Just because I AM a car doesn't mean I'm going to have relations with just every car I see. It's not about the sex, though there is a 1955 Chevy Bel-Air I will never forget. You never forget your first. But I'm sick of people saying I'm perverted and wrong, and that I'm not really a car I'm just crazy. They don't understand, I have just as much right to the road as they do. Those assholes at the DMV are the worst, but I'd rather not talk about that ugly incident of carsecution. I have a good mechanic, though. You've never lived until you've had this guy change your oil. It doesn't make me gay, because I'm a Honda, not really a person. Your morality doesn't apply to me. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.
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Post by Fx71 on May 25, 2007 15:52:30 GMT -5
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
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Post by Fx71 on May 25, 2007 16:01:32 GMT -5
/b/, my sister is a chain smoker. Well, she was one. She was so addicted, she ended up having a breathing tracheotomy, which is a hole in her neck. I was about 13 at the time, so I decided I was going to teach her a lesson. She still continued smoking after her operation, THROUGH HER NECK! It was time to make her stop. I enlisted the help of my dog, Rumplestiltskin.
Now for a bit of background. I could see why my sister would take up chain smoking. She was gangraped by my uncle and his buddies when she was about 9 or so, and she's been fucked in the head since. At 12 I caught her with a cigarette, she told me never to tell mom or she'll kill me. And I never did. At 13 I caught her with Rumplestiltskin. I'll never forget that sight. My sister on her hands and knees, moaning as my new puppy licked her vagina, the stench of peanut butter wafting throughout the room. I ran away, she was so mortified she didn't speak to me for weeks. She got pregnant at 14, when my parents decided they were done with her. She wanted to move in with her 18 year old boyfriend and they let her. She ended up aborting the baby, and I didn't see her til she was 16. Her boyfriend kicked her ass out. Apparently sometime in these years she developed a major smoking habit and a drug problem. She had also grown to be quite a hot chick though, nice big tits, firm hips, sweet lips, bustin' these fat rhymes with mah fingatips (okay that's just me being stupid). She was smoking though (no pun intended). A few months after she moved in she had the operation. It was a shame really, a pretty girl like her now socially ruined because she had a hole in her neck. She became very depressed and stopped looking for work. This, of course, wouldn't be the time she stops smoking. I've about it had it with her general bitchyness and emoness so I decided to do something about it, which brings us to the main attraction.
She was in her room, sleeping like a baby, and my parents were away at a drag racing event (hicks ahoooy). She had just downed more than the reccommended dosage of sleeping pills, so she wasn't waking up any time soon. There I was, with my peanut butter and my dog. I was going to reenact the events of the past, but in a "different" manner. Suddenly my conscience kicked in though. "Maybe you shouldn't do this..." but my /b/tard kicked in even louder with "GTFO DO IT DO IT DO IT". /b/tard wins. I began rubbing peanut butter in her neckhole. Then I lead Rumps to it, and he happily began licking. My sister was still out like a light. What was this teaching her? I had no idea, but goddamn did it make me hard. I whipped out my dick and began jacking off. I noticed Rumps was getting hard too. Then it all went to shit. I was jacking off, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I looked down and BAM KAZAAM: Rumps was fucking her neckhole. "Oh my god!" I screamed, and I realized he had the knot in. From what I knew of dog biology, a dog, once the knot was inserted, could not remove his dick for 30 minutes or so. My sister meanwhile was suffocating in her sleep. I grabbed the shaft of Rumps's dick and tried to pull it out as hard as I could. He got enraged at this and bit my ear and it started bleeding. I was pissed at this, so I took my fist and popped Rumps right in his nose. He was noticably hurt by this, as he whimpered. I couldn't handle the situation any more, so I just fucking ran out of the room and out of the house and came back later.
My sister's death was ruled as a suicide, the sleeping pills they said did it to her. By the time my parents got home, Rumps had licked all of the peanut butter off of her and pulled out. They obviously must've not noticed or not took any consideration into the semen in her neckhole, not that it was immediately visible. I said the mark on my ear was a skateboarding accident. Rumps was never the same around me, our relationship was hindered by me punching him and the fact that he killed my fucking sister. Eventually I just outright stopped taking care of him. My mom made me give Rumps away to one of her coworkers, where he remained until he died.
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