zerogeass 2009-12-09 19:33:29

it's due tomorow, and i havent even started!

zerogeass 2009-12-09 21:30:43

hahahaha, TAKE THAT JACK LONDON!

apparntly it is possible to compress the entire story of White Fang into a 7 pages of type!

now, i need to shorten it to 2 pages...........damn

GlayWare 2009-12-10 05:24:39

Here is your booze.
I'm not your goddamn slave, though.

spamasaurousrex 2009-12-10 22:51:51

SPAMMED:)

i love my crew!

zerogeass 2009-12-11 19:41:24

well, i'm kinda bored, so.....what have you been up to?

igott 2009-12-11 22:51:05

Really? Fukking really?

Get a fucking life kid, and I doubt you can play much of a guitar.

igott 2009-12-12 12:46:43

LADY, I'M ATTEMPTING AT YOUR LANGUAGE.

Kawwwwwai, Desu, DESUSSSSS, KAWAAII, NAKKU, KNYN, nayaa, ga-

It's too fucking stupid.

igott 2009-12-12 12:50:15

am a single mother and my only son, Jamie, is 13. About six months ago I walked into his room to ask him if he wanted to come with me to my sister's house for the evening. I opened the door without knocking and gently knocked as I looked around the door. When I saw him he was half sitting half lying on the bed with an ENORMOUS erection in his hand. I just stood and stared in amazement as I saw that my 13 year old son had a much bigger penis than his father or any other man I had been with. He lay still for a moment staring back at me before starting back wanking his big cock again. I could not believe he was going to carry on and do it in front of me but I was transfixed and glued to the spot. He was breathing hard and looking right at me while I glanced at his face but stayed fixed on his huge, throbbing cock which was leaking precum from its bulbous head. He started to grunt and then he shot streams of thick spunk out all over his chest and stomach. It came out hard and in large amounts, maybe four big jets and a few small squirts. I stood dumbstruck as he lay panting and milking the last of his load from his still hard dick. He looked me right in the eye and grinned his gorgeous grin before saying, "Enjoy the show?" I just turned and left the room in a whirl of emotions. I walked around trying to think what to do but all I could do was think how fantastic his penis looked. I told myself it was wrong but I was turned on so I could not decide what to do. I sneaked home late that night so as to avoid him. I couldn't look at him the next morning but he was grinning all the time and trying to ask me what was wrong. He was saying things like I shouldn't worry about seeing him as he enjoyed it more than ever, and that he thought I enjoyed it too. I ignored him and when he asked me to admit I enjoyed watching, I walked out.

That night when he came home he was quiet and I thought he might have realised he was wrong to have flaunted himself in front of me. Later he was in the living room watching TV while I was doing some cleaning and I walked into the living room to dust the furniture. He was sitting on the couch stark naked with his clothes in a pile on the floor wanking his big, hard cock. I gasped and managed to ask him what the hell he was playing at. He grinned and said he was doing what we both wanted him to do. I said that was not true, but he calmly said that it was. Then he said, "I can tell because you keep staring at my cock. It's big for my age, isn't it?" I was shaking and I wanted to leave but I couldn't. I just kept on staring. He then told me how he had wanked with his friends and his cock was twice the size of some of theirs. I said I wasn't surprised. Then I said, "It's bigger than any grown man's I have seen in the flesh." I couldn't believe I was telling him that. I saw him grin proudly. "Is it really?" he asked, and I told him yes. "Do you like it?" he asked, and I told him yes. He wanked harder and panted and I saw his abs flexing and his massive penis swelling as he grunted that he was going to cum. He came even more and even harder than he had the night before, even hitting his face and neck with the first two jets. He must have shot eight or nine jets and as he lay sweating and panting. I was sweating and panting too.

I sat down next to him. He turned and looked at me, smiling. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did," he asked. I told him yes. "Well I'll be able to do it again if you want to do it for me," he said with a smile. I said he must be joking but he said no. As he stroked his still hard penis he invited me to take hold of it. I couldn't resist. I took hold of his fat, sticky shaft and squeezed it before stroking up its length and over the spermy head, then down the underside to his large balls. He giggled cheekily and said, "See mum, I knew you'd like it." I stroked and squeezed his cock and balls with one hand while I rubbed his chest and stomach with the other, smoothing the cum over his warm, smooth skin. I had told him before how well muscled he was for his age and I complimented him again as I felt his impressively firm and defined chest and stomach muscles beneath the film of spunk.

I began to wank his mighty penis harder and faster as I continued to rub his toned body. He was breathing deeply and saying, "Oh yes mum, I love it, you are doing it so good." I said, "I love wanking you Jamie. Your dick is so big and sexy." I kept on wanking him for a good ten minutes before his pants and moans became grunts and he said he was cumming. "Do it Jamie," I urged. He shot his second load out over his stomach and my hand. I rubbed his hot cum all over his body and then we both said how much we enjoyed it. I told him to go and shower and I went to my room and fingered myself to a quick and intense orgasm.

The next night I undressed him and I got a ruler and tape measure to see how big he actually was. I measured him at seven inches in length and 5 inches around. I then stripped off with him and we started stroking and wanking each other. He had never seen a woman naked before and I showed him where everything was. He came quickly but he then concentrated on getting me off and I came soon afterwards. We have continued in this way ever since, though we only do it a few times each week. We have a fantastic relationship. He has a girlfriend at school and lots of friends who he socialises with all the time. He is a totally level headed young man and we both understand what we do is just sexy fun. He is even bigger now and is getting more manly all the time. I will never have full sex with him as it would be totally wrong, even with protection, but I now see nothing wrong with our fun and hope it continues for another year or two.

igott 2009-12-12 12:55:51

"Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention. I was sucking on the little girl's swollen titties, while my little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, so it'd be ready when our daughter was. "Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12 year old girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell that the child was getting aroused.

"Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?" The little girl's voice was getting ragged, as I started licking my way down her smooth little tummy.

This attracted my attention. I stopped licking the little girl's navel, and used my hands to stimulate her, while I answered.

"Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old! Give the little girl a chance. I didn't rape you, until you were over 6 years old, you know. Even then, I was a little bit early. You didn't get pregnant, until you were 7, and didn't keep one, until you were 8. Even your sister. . ." I was interrupted by Diane, as she told her own story.

"Daddy raped me for the first time, when I was 5," she said proudly. At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK. 5 and a half. But I got pregnant with Jason, when I was only 6." She looked over at me, and amended, "OK, almost 7. And Daddy raped Ginny, for the first time, just last year. I think our daughter's already pregnant. Anyway, she's already starting to like it. Even she's only 6." Diane shifted her swollen belly, to a more comfortable position, as she continued, "So what makes you think Suzy needs it?"

"She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got ready to mount the little girl.

"So?" I asked. "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did, do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant? What's so different if I did?"

"The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back, to take my engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't? When Jason was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her virginity. She lost that 2 years ago, when Jason did his first rape-training session. You remember? Suzy was the only one small enough, and who still had her virginity then. Of course, there's Keri, and Tracy now."

"Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words.

"You think she's already having periods?"

Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment. "Unh! unnngh! Augghh. Oh Daddy! Daddy. Fuck me! Get me pregnant, Daddy. I want another baby. Please Daddy! Knock me up?"

The whole family was getting exited, watching me get ready to impregnate my second-oldest daughter. "Do it Daddy," they all chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen."

I couldn't help it. In spite of wanting it to last, so my daughter could feel me inside her for a nice long time, the stimulation of my daughter's 12 year old cunny squeezing on my penis was too much. I gave my little girl what she wanted. A belly full of baby-juice. Squirt after squirt of my sperm went into my daughter's fertile young womb. We had planned this carefully, and if we were careful, the little girl would be pregnant again by tomorrow, leaving me free to take care of my other duties.

Damn! I'd have to take care of Suzy too. If the little girl was having periods already, I'd have to be sure she got fucked properly, at least once a month, until she got pregnant. Oh well, along with the pleasures of the job, come a few harsh duties.

I extracted my shining penis from Karen's belly. My sister came over, and handed our daughter a round rubber disk to use to hold my sperm inside her. Carefully, not wasting a drop, they made sure that every bit of the sperm I had expended in her, stayed inside. When they were finished, Karen looked over at me.

"Thanks Daddy," she said, "I hope I'm pregnant now."

I agreed. It was so much trouble, when you were working to make sure. Rarely these days, did either of us have the time or energy to just fuck for the fun of it any more. I gave my daughter a kiss, as I left. Already, I was trying to figure a way to fit raping little Suzy into my schedule. I knew, that somehow I'd make it fit. As I said, with the pleasures, came the duties.

I knew that SOME men didn't see raping their little girls as a chore, in fact, I'd heard some of them say they liked the sound of children screaming in pain underneath them. To me, they were unfeeling clods. It might be necessary, but that doesn't mean we should like it. I finally decided that I'd have to do it tonight. If the little girl had been having periods already. . . I shuddered at the possibilities, if I didn't get my daughter inseminated properly, and in time. I checked my schedule again. No, I couldn't do it earlier. I called Karen back, and told her to have Suzy ready at 8:00 that night. To act like it was just another "tie-down" practice for the little girl, and for heaven's sake, don't give her anything special tonight, as she might get suspicious, like my sister Kelly had. I shuddered at the reminder.

My sister Kelly had been almost 8, when she had her first period. She thought she knew all the reason's for the "tie-downs," as she'd watched her two little sisters get raped once a month, for over a year. She wasn't old enough to be told the true reason yet. When Momma made that pumpkin pie, on a "tie-down" night, Kelly figured that it was for her, and she hid. The precocious girl managed somehow to stay hidden for 10 days, and by then it was too late. Daddy tried to do his best. He fucked my little sister for three straight nights, but it didn't do any good. I'll never forget Kelly. She only lived two more weeks, and it wasn't nice. I can still hear her screams. What's especially bad, is that painkillers don't help.

The doctors tried everything, but knew in advance, that it wouldn't help. Only if she'd been one of those lucky enough to be living her whole life, in the sealed cities, would she have had a chance. Even there, I hear they occasionally have a case. Out here, the chances are 100 per cent.

I shuddered again. That wouldn't happen to Suzy. Even if I accidentally killed the little girl, it would be better than what happened to Kelly. Long ago, I'd made up my mind, that I would personally choke my daughter to death, rather than see her face what my sister Kelly did. I let another shudder go through my frame, as I went to work.

When I told the boss, that I had to rape my daughter that night, for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour earlier. I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though, as that might tip the little girl off. I didn't want any repeats, of what happened to my little sister. I went over to my sister's grave, and threw some flowers down on it from the bridge. They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing protective gear.

That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy, no more, and no less, than I usually did. It was a strain, not reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to. Just before bedtime, Suzy came over, gave ME a hug, a kiss, and whispered in my ear, "It's OK, Daddy. Really!" and trotted off, to be tied down. My jaw dropped. Suzy knew! Somehow the little girl knew. And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting. Tears ran down my cheeks, as I thought of my love for the little girl. Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I wouldn't stint on her tonight. Suzy would get it all, even if she was only 4 years old. I remembered Jake next door, who had killed himself, after his little girl had died on her first night. Shelly had been only 5, and it had been too much. His brother had to take over the duties for the family, until Jake's son was 14. That had been 10 years of extra duty for him. I wouldn't do that to MY brother. If my little girl died tonight, too torn up, then I would die too, but only inside. I'd keep working, but I'd only be a husk. Too many people depended on me, for me to take my own life.

For the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV, but the news made it hard to forget. Especially, when the commentator mentioned how the lone survivor of the Hass riots was expected to take her own life next month, as soon as her baby was b

igott 2009-12-12 13:01:01

Congratulations! You are now a sick fuck!

AlbinoTitan 2009-12-12 14:05:16

You could have commented, not make a raging post.

5lip5tr3am3r 2009-12-12 16:19:52

Hope things r ok. Ignore the trolls

zerogeass 2009-12-12 16:48:59

ignore Igott, he is a real bitch, such an asswipe.

igott 2009-12-12 18:39:33

^
I ain't the one who worships Who knockoffs and makes Lennin roll over.

zerogeass 2009-12-12 19:02:37

no i just played WAY to much Red Alert.

igott 2009-12-13 00:13:13

Quit making Marxists everywhere want to kick your indie ass. And U2 TOTALLY ripped off The Who's style, cept they can't rip and roll with Moon and Townshend.

spamasaurousrex 2009-12-13 00:26:18

Igot stop writing stories about how you were raped as a child, WE DONT CARE!

Also you fail at spamming xP

igott 2009-12-13 11:58:52

You must be an idiot. Ever heard of copypasta and the Shock value tactic?

Stupid newfag.

zerogeass 2009-12-13 19:08:42

U2 did not rip off the Who!

iv'e listened to them both and they sound NOTHING alike, grow some balls, dickwad.

igott 2009-12-13 19:15:29

Stupid. I said STYLE, not playing.

Watch a U2 in Concert feature and then watch The Who play. Rodger's showmanship is a lot like Bono's, hell Bono even admitted to press that he intended to rip off The Who.