IB writing contest
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Foreground wrote...
Menma is a pure angel that would never do anything lewd. Knowingly.Except she dead so she has no say.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
The hammering of my turd-herder was so vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his long-dong silver deep in my balloon knot. The unrelenting orgasms from his flesh gordon plowing my quim made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. Inserting a number of chillies into my penis pothole got me surging clunge gunge faster than a greased weasel shit. My gaping clam cavern was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cunt plunger plunged deeper into my brown mile.
With his slut slayer pounding deep into my depravity cavity, the sensation of his ramrod smashing my cervix made me quiver like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Inserting an antique doorknob into my front bum got me squirting clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. When he removed his purple beaver buster from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his wensleydale wand. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cream reaper slid deeper into my fart valve. My chamber of squelch was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.
My throat was so full of gristle missile and man fat, the love piss was flowing down my chin and onto my cans. If I don't flick the bean to get my minge monsoon dripping from my vibration station, his throbbing quim dagger is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling Pete Burns' lips. Some girls are happy just to buff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my meat purse and a lightbulb up my turd cutter. It was bliss having his spam dagger probed inside me again; stuffing my split peach with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my tuna canal splurging like it used to. He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week.
If I don't stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion to get my vertical moisture foaming from my bearded haddock pasty, his disco stick is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling the Japanese flag. Some girls are happy just to fluff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my cock holster and my fist up my old dirt road. I awoke the next morning with my moose knuckle still dribbling. I thought it was over but his throbbing quim dagger had other ideas. My cake hole was so full of blind butler and steamin' semen, the steamin' semen was draining down my chin and onto my sweater puppies.
The seemingly never-ending streams of love piss emanating from his brie baton soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The hammering makes me surge my tuna tunnel tears all over his skin flute. I awoke the next morning with my Quimcy, M.E. still sliming. I thought it was over but his cream reaper had other ideas. My south mouth was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Some girls are happy just to flick the bean when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my bearded haddock pasty and a gerbil up my mud flap.
When he removed his devil's bagpipe from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the toilet twinkie off his gristle missile. With my meaty hangers now much like a stamped bat, he thought it was time to start stuffing my fudge factory. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a toilet twinkie, I wondered? My vibration station was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. There was love mayonnaise trickling from his piss pipe and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his timed slimer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.
With his slut slayer pounding deep into my depravity cavity, the sensation of his ramrod smashing my cervix made me quiver like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Inserting an antique doorknob into my front bum got me squirting clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. When he removed his purple beaver buster from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his wensleydale wand. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cream reaper slid deeper into my fart valve. My chamber of squelch was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.
My throat was so full of gristle missile and man fat, the love piss was flowing down my chin and onto my cans. If I don't flick the bean to get my minge monsoon dripping from my vibration station, his throbbing quim dagger is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling Pete Burns' lips. Some girls are happy just to buff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my meat purse and a lightbulb up my turd cutter. It was bliss having his spam dagger probed inside me again; stuffing my split peach with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my tuna canal splurging like it used to. He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week.
If I don't stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion to get my vertical moisture foaming from my bearded haddock pasty, his disco stick is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling the Japanese flag. Some girls are happy just to fluff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my cock holster and my fist up my old dirt road. I awoke the next morning with my moose knuckle still dribbling. I thought it was over but his throbbing quim dagger had other ideas. My cake hole was so full of blind butler and steamin' semen, the steamin' semen was draining down my chin and onto my sweater puppies.
The seemingly never-ending streams of love piss emanating from his brie baton soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The hammering makes me surge my tuna tunnel tears all over his skin flute. I awoke the next morning with my Quimcy, M.E. still sliming. I thought it was over but his cream reaper had other ideas. My south mouth was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Some girls are happy just to flick the bean when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my bearded haddock pasty and a gerbil up my mud flap.
When he removed his devil's bagpipe from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the toilet twinkie off his gristle missile. With my meaty hangers now much like a stamped bat, he thought it was time to start stuffing my fudge factory. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a toilet twinkie, I wondered? My vibration station was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. There was love mayonnaise trickling from his piss pipe and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his timed slimer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.
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Waar
FAKKU Moderator
FinalBoss wrote...
You must not read many books. Either that or your attention span is short.You're right, my unwillingness to read your borderline down syndrome story about something stupid is definitely related to how well-read I am, no way could it be related to how long your post was or how much time I'm willing to invest in a thread in IB.
Never cease to amaze me, finalboss.
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FinalBoss
#levelupyourgrind
Waar wrote...
FinalBoss wrote...
You must not read many books. Either that or your attention span is short.You're right, my unwillingness to read your borderline down syndrome story about something stupid is definitely related to how well-read I am, no way could it be related to how long your post was or how much time I'm willing to invest in a thread in IB.
Never cease to amaze me, finalboss.
The concept of Menma getting fucked silly isn't dumb, but it could be written in a stupid manner. Also, you don't know my story is borderline down syndrome since you never bothered to read it. Shame, due to your bias towards IB content, you missed out on a loli getting raped by hell demons.
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FinalBoss
#levelupyourgrind
Lughost wrote...
FinalBoss wrote...
a loli getting raped by hell demons.I expected better
Told you I was rusty. Did you want gore or something?
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Waar wrote...
FinalBoss wrote...
You must not read many books. Either that or your attention span is short.You're right, my unwillingness to read your borderline down syndrome story about something stupid is definitely related to how well-read I am, no way could it be related to how long your post was or how much time I'm willing to invest in a thread in IB.
Never cease to amaze me, finalboss.
I made it more enjoyable for you:
Spoiler:
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deadsx
Lvl 99
Well I suck at writing and have no knowledge of the series at all, so bear with me here.
So that's my effort, which sucks but I have no regrets.
Spoiler:
So that's my effort, which sucks but I have no regrets.
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FinalBoss
#levelupyourgrind
deadsx wrote...
Well I suck at writing and have no knowledge of the series at all, so bear with me here.Spoiler:
So that's my effort, which sucks but I have no regrets.
I enjoyed it.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
deadsx wrote...
Well I suck at writing and have no knowledge of the series at all, so bear with me here.Spoiler:
So that's my effort, which sucks but I have no regrets.
Dat ending. I stain my boxers a little.
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Waar
FAKKU Moderator
FinalBoss wrote...
The concept of Menma getting fucked silly isn't dumb, but it could be written in a stupid manner. Also, you don't know my story is borderline down syndrome since you never bothered to read it. Shame, due to your bias towards IB content, you missed out on a loli getting raped by hell demons.You get that she's a ghost, right? The concept of her being "fucked" is literally retarded. Its also possible to dislike something based solely on the subject or its author.
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Cruz
Dope Stone Lion
Waar wrote...
FinalBoss wrote...
The concept of Menma getting fucked silly isn't dumb, but it could be written in a stupid manner. Also, you don't know my story is borderline down syndrome since you never bothered to read it. Shame, due to your bias towards IB content, you missed out on a loli getting raped by hell demons.You get that she's a ghost, right? The concept of her being "fucked" is literally retarded. Its also possible to dislike something based solely on the subject or its author.
It's silly to assume all fictional and/or supernatural things like ghost and demons be bound to one pointless rule set.
As for the story, I didn't care for it either.