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Where Keynes Failed: An Empirical Analysis Of A Praxeological Conclusion

By LilDebbie in Science
Wed Sep 07, 2011 at 12:21:28 PM EST
Tags: economics, science (all tags)
Science

An old argument in economic theory has resurged in the run up to the 2012 elections. While once thought debunked by the existence of stagflation, the theories of John Maynard Keynes were quietly reembraced by the Federal Reserve (hereafter referred to as the "Fed") under chairmans Alan Greenspan and Ben Bernanke. The Austrian School asserts their recent attempts at economic stimulus caused the several boom and bust cycles which have charactered our economy for the past two decades. In this article, I will depart from Ludwig von Mises' methods and endeavor to apply empirical review to the Austrian claim that the cause of our woes lies squarely with the Fed by examining the period after WWII and before the Volcker disinflation, a time when Keynesian thought ruled supreme.


Hypothesis:

The Austrian School posits that monetary inflation causes the business cycle. By flooding the market with cheap credit and lowering interest rates, the Fed artificially reduces the perceived time preference of economic actors. This leads to a simultaneous increase in both long and short term investment as producers increase their long term investments while consumers continue to indulge their short term consumption. Since there is insufficient real savings to support so much investment, prices rise, which is hailed as a "boom," until it becomes clear to producers that their long term investments are unsustainable. This leads to a deflationary period where the malinvested capital is rapidly deleveraged, which is lamented as a "bust."

If true, we should find a statistical correlation between Fed interventions and future booms and busts.

Data:

Since the Federal funds rate is not the only tool in the stimulus arsenal, I used the monthly spread (Spread%) between 10 and 1-year treasury bond yields as my metric for perceived time preference among investors. That said, I checked the correlation (r = -0.7) of the change in the Federal funds rate (ΔFed%) with the change in the bond spread (ΔSpread%) to confirm this assertion. Using the spread also controls for price inflation over the period. All treasury data taken from the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System.

This was then correlated against changes in quarterly gross domestic product (ΔGDP%) in chained 2005 dollars. In order to compare monthly to quarterly data, I simply repeated the quarterly data points over the three (3) month period in a rather time consuming process since I doni't know how to script in OpenOffice. The overall examination period begins April 1953 as that's as far back as the treasury data goes and ends July 1980 when then Fed Chairman Paul Volcker started jacking up the Federal funds rate in direct opposition to the prevailing Keynesian policy prescription. These two dates serve as absolute endpoints which you will want to bear in mind when comparing date offsets, e.g. when comparing bond spreads to future changes in GDP, figures past July 1980 are not considered and thus the ΔSpread% data will stop at July 1980 minus the offset. All GDP data taken from the Bureau of Economic Analysis.

On a final note, all data are a snapshot taken June 4th, 2011, when I first started this analysis. I mention this because it appears the BEA is still revising inflation figures from 2005 and thus the current data on their website are slightly different. Recalling how tedious it was to convert the quarterly GDP figures to a monthly chart, I will decline to incorporate their updates.

Methodology & Results:

I started by graphing Spread% and ΔGDP% over the broadest period (April 1953 to April 2011) I could find and looking for any obvious signs of correlation. You'll not the respective peaks tend to be closer to each other than the respective troughs. Checking the numbers, I got a rough idea of what these intervals were. In order to determine the intervals with more precision, I calculated correlation coefficients and found the local maxima (r = 0.45 at 6 months) and minima (r = -0.23 at 32 months) for the boom and bust offsets respectively. The linear regression of the bust offset was a bit loose (R2 = 0.05) compared to the boom (R2 = 0.2). I figure this to be the result of the more distant time horizon allowing more noise to creep into the data. That said, when determining the minima and maxima, I noted a consistent correlation figure in the adjacent offsets and thought to compare the average ΔGDP% over an 8 month period around the bust offset minima. Sure enough, the correlation improved (r = -0.3 at 28-35 months) as did the regression (R2 = 0.09). Apply the same method to the boom offset resulted in similar improvements in correlation (r = 0.59 at 3-10 months) and regression (R2 = 0.35).

Conclusions:

The experience of Keynesian economic policies in the post-war period demonstrate a strong correlation between monetary intervention and the business cycle. The fact this intervention preceeds two very different yet strongly correlated outcomes suggests a causal relationship. Whether the Keynesian business cycle is better or worse for economic growth in the long term goes beyond the scope of this analysis. Given our current bond yield spreads are declining from a two year peak at over 3%, we can expect 2012 to be a depressing year.

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Dinner and Drinks (1.50 / 20) (#1)
by Nimey on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 07:29:51 PM EST

(Based on an actual situation)

I had known Diana for over four years, since my husband came to the university here. We've always been friendly in a casual way, never close. We see each other about once every other month, mostly faculty social events involving our husbands. Mine is a bigshot professor, hers is the dean of the college and though they've become pretty good friends over the years, we've never socialized as a foursome. I was at Diana's home when it happened, or I should say "we" were at her home, my husband and myself. He had been awarded a large project and was leaving on the first of many trips to come, and the dean was throwing a party in honor of his group. Diana was a former English professor in the college, but had left teaching to focus on her own writing, which she now did full time.

Since my husband achieved this notoriety, everything, it seemed, was about him; the publicity, the parties, the phone calls, etc. It wasn't that I was jealous, after all, I had my restaurant (and all the hype, friends, and enemies that goes along with that enterprise), my cookbooks, my television shows in Europe. I had more than anyone could want. But Europe... where last month I met a man who changed my outlook on the human body and reinvigorated a long-lost desire and thirst for unorthodox but tasty sexual practices. I loved my husband, but in all honesty, he hadn't paid a lot of attention to me or to us for six or seven months, his writing, his projects taking up his focus. I think I was bored at his simple taking everything for granted, such as our love and respect. I know it will return, just now I was feeling a bit sidelined. That's probably why I had that affair in Germany. But that affair I'm afraid won't end. I have plans to meet Red next month on a business trip to Florida. I know I shouldn't go through with it, but the experience with him was like a drug, I cannot forget it or ignore the pull to continue our explorations.

Nevertheless, the guests were all downstairs and out on the deck of Diana and her husband's fabulous home. Most were grouped around my husband, his graduate students in conversation led by the dean with his "take-all" attitude. Glasses of wine in hand, about 30 people were having an exceedingly wonderful time.

I wasn't. I was alone in the dining room, picking at a bowl of cherries and working on my third vodka. There's no doubt about it, I was somewhat drunk. He hadn't even tried to find me in more than an hour. I had chit-chatted with everyone I knew for most of the time, but I was bored and actually wanted to get to the restaurant, it was close to 8 o'clock on a Saturday night and I should be there, I thought. I kind of wanted to find Diana since I thought she would co-miserate with me though she played the perfect hostess. I had just seen her last week at a ridiculous department formal lunch with some fancy people and we sat near each other. When the conversation got too thick, she rolled her eyes at me, kicked me under the table and we pretended to follow. It was the first hint that Diana and I could be closer, if someone made the effort. I had hoped she would invite me to lunch alone soon; I was too shy to make the overture first.

My vodka was reasonably fresh, this third tumbler. I had started with two glasses of white wine and some tasty appetizers being passed around, but other than that, no real food. My head was swimming perhaps more than I admit. But I really had to pee. I think that's how it all started. I had to pee. I knew their house as we've been to dinner there twice with other people and once her husband proudly showed off the property and their art collection. I went to the downstairs guest bathroom and it was occupied. I didn't want to wait, and no one was around so I decided on going upstairs to the master bathroom I remember seeing. It was fabulous; huge and airy, a marble tub I recall and a day-bed/lounge in front of the tub to lay on and relax after a bath and read in privacy, lots of mirrors and wonderful fixtures in steel and glass, very modern and opulent. I remember that day-bed, light cotton or something like that. I had always wondered what it was used for... reading? Sex? I went up the stairs very quickly, trying hard not to spill my drink, opened the door and went in, locking it behind me.

I stood in front of the sink and stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. Here I was, I reflected, mid-forties, still beautiful, dirty blond hair, good figure, tight legs and arms, small but firm breasts. I took a sip of my vodka, put it down, and rubbed my hand over my breast, covered by my cashmere sweater. I'm really attractive, I believed, no wonder Red wanted me so badly, who wouldn't? What's the matter with my husband?

Truth be told, I was pretty horny. I pinched my nipple gently through the sweater. I thought of Red again, the things he did to me, to my ass especially. Because of him, I was now able to stretch my precious back hole wide enough for a fist, his fist. I actually didn't know if that was true, I hadn't tried it yet, but since Germany, I had been putting things in there almost daily to open it wider. I loved my ass now, I loved the tastes it produced.

My urge to pee was getting worse but I kept staring at myself in the mirror, my memories going rapidly. I deftly let my panties slide to the ground under my skirt and then dropped the skirt too. My fingers danced lightly over my pubes and I teased the lips up and down several times. My thoughts had gotten me wet. I wanted to frig myself, to masturbate in the forbidden aloneness of the dean and his wife's private bathroom. Why not, I asked myself, it's locked, no one knows I'm here, no one's apparently missed me yet, and no one's knocked at the door.

I put my middle finger gently in and went deep, moving it high and around. Next went the index finger. Together I began whipping up a cunt froth ever so slowly as I ground my hips into the counter. I was afraid I might make a noise, so I slowed down. I pulled them out and tasted them. Long strands of pussy wetness coated my tongue. My body shivered with the anticipation of a luxurious come if I could rid myself of the fear and relax.

I moved my wet finger around to my brown hole and stuck it in. It went in easily. My recent playing had left my ring loose enough to push into with ease, especially for one finger. I wiggled it for a moment and brought it to out to my nose, inhaling my sacred scent. I loved my shit scent when it was strong. I gently licked the finger, still clean, but flavored slightly. It was sumptuous. I took another drink and now I knew if I didn't pee, I would wet their expensive tiles right there. My bladder was all but screaming. I picked up my drink and walked over to the toilet, which was situated with a matching bidet in the far corner of the long room, behind a low half-wall that separated it from the main part of the bathroom. I was going to sit and pee, drink my vodka, frig myself slowly, and lick my wet tasty fingers off before returning to that dull party. I rounded the wall, eyes half-closed in a dreamy state, walking to the toilet ready to put my drink down.

"Hello Carla."

Diana was sitting on the toilet, looking up at me with a devious, all-knowing expression on her face. Her panties and skirt were tossed on the floor as well.

I was shocked, I was embarrassed, I was intrigued. I didn't know how to respond. My mind raced to find the best thing to say. Her face revealed that she had witnessed everything that had happened since I had ocked the door.

"Please forgive me, Carla. Don't be shocked. I heard the door open, saw you come in and was about to say something but then you started to look at yourself in the mirror. I thought you were going to fix your hair or something and leave and never notice me. I couldn't say anything after you dropped your panties. Please don't be embarrassed, please."

She too had a drink in her hand, golden, probably the bourbon she was fond of. She put it down. Here I was, standing over the dean's wife, both of us bottomless. I put down my drink, afraid that my nerves would cause it to fall and shatter.

I don't know if I was shocked or subconsciously expected it, but as I was stammering for something to say, she gently reached out her hands to me and my head automatically lowered to meet them. She drew me to her and kissed me languidly for a long time. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world for us to do. I had never had sex with or even kissed another woman. She tasted fresh and feminine and complex. Her breath was warm, the alcohol mingling with the mouth flavors, deep and spicy. This was a far cry from some footsie under the table at a faculty luncheon.

I broke the kiss for a moment. "You saved me from saying something more embarrassing than I feel," I said.

"Don't say anything," she whispered, and resumed our mouth mating. She then pulled me delicately onto her thighs so I straddled her on the toilet.

"Oh, Diana," I spoke, I... I don't know what to... I have to pee."

"Not yet, love," she responded, and slipped one hand between our legs while darting her tongue back down my throat.

I expected to feel a gentle finger enter my cunt and waited with fire. Needless to say, my horniness was raging, my body was electric and I was open to anything. The finger never entered me. Instead, she pulled it back up and slowly inserted it between our desperately coupling mouths, letting us both lick and suck it.

It was covered with her bowel smear. I sensed it immediately when she brought it up. The nastiness and the unspoken secrecy we shared was too much and I began eating her mouth, her face, and her finger. I sucked it clean.

"Carla, I saw you diddle your ass over there by the mirror and then taste it. I have never seen anything more sexy than that, than you."

And she once again foraged my mouth with her tongue searching for the remains of the treat she just offered us.

Diana was wonderfully attractive herself, a little larger than me, reddish blond, elegant features, well-kept, and a great body. Her green eyes were warm and inviting. I kissed her nose. She gently pushed me away and raised herself. As we stood, we each bent down to retrieve our drinks and I peered into the bowl where a small single turd floated. She led me over to the luxurious day bed near the tub and lay me down on my back, opening my legs.

"Is that what this is for?," I asked, referring to the day-bed.

"Perhaps, but I've never done this before, Carla. I've been with other woman, but that was a long time ago. It's been ages. I knew somewhere deep inside you would be the one. Don't move, sweetie," she teased, and knelt at the base of the bed.

She licked me gently, first around the lips, taking the strands of hair between her teeth and caressing my round buns, bringing my pussy tight to her mouth. She probed my cunt with her tongue and found my clit, circling it for a minute, causing a tingling and tickling sensation that made me crazy. I wanted her in my mouth, but she was far away. I gyrated increasingly into her face as she brought me closer to heaven. I bucked slightly and her tongue picked up the pace. My movement became fast and strong and suddenly I felt a finger pushing my anus. In it went, easily. Deep penetration and she synchronized her tongue and finger thrusts until I began repeating, "Yes, yes, oh, yes, yes," and spilled my my wetness into her mouth, my orgasm fierce and fiery. I shook my pelvis with her face in me, I ground into her hard, not thinking I might hurt her. I know I felt the tip of her tongue all the way in my core. She lapped and lapped as I wailed softly but freely.

"Shhhhhhhh," she whispered between licks.

My breathing was rapid and I was moaning. Without thinking, my tortured bladder just released. A spray hit her forehead and she quickly positioned her mouth to gather my stream, her finger still deep in my rear. As she pushed into my rectum, my pee shot into her throat, some slopping over her cheeks and down her blouse.

"More, Carla, empty yourself in me, please, love. Aahhhh."

I wanted her to drink me, I wanted the thick cum that I love to swallow from men, the sweet gunk I took from Red and I concentrated on that as I clamped my quivering vulva onto her lips. With a final push, I squirted the last of my liquid into and onto this amazing new friend.

She gasped, "Ohhhh, it's sweet, so sweet, I knew it, mmmmm, I want to chew you love, please... stay open... ohhhhh."

Her tongue darted within me and slurped the sides of my vaginal flesh. I stopped breathing for a second as I caught my breath and dropped my head back onto the bed pillow beneath me. My chest was heaving, my pussy was drenched and quivering, I felt it hot down there, her face still pressed to my curly hairs.

"Jesus Carla, you're a fountain. MMMMM."

She slowly pulled her finger out of my asshole and my anus shrank a little. I rested for a silent moment as she got up off her knees, her cheeks and chin glistening and a sensual expression on her face. All I could think of was how I could satisfy her in return.

I thought to myself... I'm going to eat cunt, I've never done it, will she be disappointed... but I was so relaxed in the afterglow, I also didn't want to move, I wanted to be coddled. I gelled deeper into the soft cotton of the daybed, finding a pillow that fell on the floor beneath me. I put the pillow that had fallen to the ground under my head and closed my eyes, dreaming of what just happened. I heard Diana's breathing slow down and she whispered, "lovely, so lovely." She was now standing over me, her mouth sensually licking the finger from my behind. One of her tits, the nipple solidly sticking out, was hanging out the side of her blouse. I knew she was coming to me.

With my eyes closed, I felt her face near mine as our lips met once again. I could kiss this woman forever, I thought. The party downstairs was far from our minds, really far away. Our tongues danced and tangled as I tasted the generous remnants of my urine on her teeth and tongue. I even tasted a slight shit flavor, either hers or mine. I licked her nose, her face, I tongued her ear, which got a big purr out of her. I kissed her throat and let my hands fall to her waist. As I took my first breast in my mouth, I stroked my first cunt hair. Both were more than pleasureable. Her sighs verified my intentions and bolstered my confidence.

I began chewing and nibbling her tit and she thrust it into my face, holding the soft breast. My middle finger found her gash warm and wet, and went in. I knew the geography so well from my own lifetime of frigging but I lightly moved, not knowing her rhythm yet. As I dug into her, her body moved over mine and we locked together in a lover's embrace, our mouths meeting again in a languid wet kiss.

She suddenly moved off me and gently placed my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes with her hands. I felt her weight shift over me and before I knew it, I felt a hand on the inside of each knee pushing them apart. She was sitting on my chest facing my feet, setting her full nakedness on my cashmere sweater. Eyes still closed, two fingers entered my cunt at once, the hole well lubricated and waiting. She bent over, I know it because I felt her breath on my belly as her face went lower.

I knew it would happen, only I didn't expect it right then. I don't know why, it seems logical, I just didn't expect it. As her face returned to my nether pussy lips, her cunt brushed my mouth, it was the obvious position. I did the most natural thing and kissed it. I didn't even think of what I was doing. I'm sure that was her intention. I kissed lightly at first, taking in the feminine odor and feeling the light reddish hairs on my lips. It quivered as I brushed against it. My kisses turned deep and long. I began exploring her folds, first left, then right. The taste was exquisite, like freshly plowed fields, deep and rough smelling, like tomatoes, plants with a brine in the mix. It was sexual, I knew I'd never stop and probably never get enough. I licked and licked. I needed a drink of her.

She met my excitement and ground her pelvis into my mouth, now in circular motions. I tried to find her cervix, to get way inside her. She now had three fingers in my cunt and her thumb was pressing my clit hard. I darted my tongue in and out in rapid motion before I raised my hand up and put an index finger in her waiting ass.

Her ass was perfect, round, and fresh for a woman her age. It was soft at the rose and still smeared quite brown with some pink showing. I thought it was the most sexy hole I had ever seen, which wasn't many. My finger went to the first knuckle easily.

"Go ahead love, go in me, take me," she said.

I pushed harder to the hilt and wiggled with her slight bucking. My mouth was learning the true taste of a gourmet vagina and my finger was diddling her ass. I was pleasing her, I was. I felt a hard clump in her bowels and pushed into it, sensing the firm texture. I moved it around her rectum and she gasped, "ooohh, please take it Carla, take it..."

With a hook motion, I pulled out and her beautiful turd was on my finger, small, dark, and hard. I passed it under my nose, smelling its earthiness. This truffle was from my new love Diana, and I did at once love her, no doubt about that. I tasted it, putting it on my tongue and savoring the richness.

"Diana, your insides are in me, I'm in love, in lust, oh is that amazing," I whispered to her.

I chewed and swallowed most of the small morsel, my saliva slowly liquefying the clay to trickle down my throat. My mouth now went to kiss her bud. There was no pretense or inhibition now, my tongue circling the pink tunnel. It felt the light hairs circling it. My finger motion had stretched it a little and it begged my entrance. I licked the ring and shot in the hole deep, trying to find her inner scent. The flavor was a fleshy mix of earth and the tomato scent and shit, her tasty mud. I began pulling her cheeks apart to gain better access. The thick of my tongue was in her bunger and thrusting around.

She moaned and her pitch rose. Although her face was buried in my crotch, she was concentrating on what I was doing to her. My mouth sensed her actions as her bowel began filling up and pushing into me. Her rectum seemed to balloon as her stomach changed positions. A long vibrant flutter sounded from Diana's ass onto my nose and I drank in a pure solid smell. The thick, thick scent filled me and I stuck my nose as deeply into her ass as I could, as far as she could take me. I didn't want to lose any.

While others might associate a fart with the stink of sulfur or the distaste of rotten eggs, my excitement and utter comfort with her body caused my chemistry to sense this as perfume, as an olfactory rarity; in fact the sensation might have caused me to come on the spot with its intimacy.

I actually felt the wind pass into me, her wind.

I've tasted my own shit for years, smeared on the vegetables I frig my ass with in my office after-hours. I've licked them off, I've experimented in private eating cabbage and kale just to produce thick unending ass blasts. And I've inhaled them in my privacy. Since Red a few months ago, I've been working on stretching my treasure hole to accommodate my fist, and hopefully one day, his, so the pain and humiliation I felt in Germany when I met him will be a thing of the past. There's nothing so close as being able to fully feel the insides of your lover.

Diana's smells and her tastes held no objectionable thoughts, only loving ones. I couldn't wait to sample them. Having trained myself so long and well on my own body, I felt ready for another, especially another woman. I actually never imagined it would be with another pussy, I never thought about it, but now it was happening, I couldn't imagine it being any other way. I craved her and wanted more gas, more of her substance.

"Carla, I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry for what, I want more, its so thick, let me have more."

She pushed and tried to contract her bowels into me. I replaced my tongue with my middle finger, now sliding in easily to the hilt. I felt more fudge, Diana's gourmet fudge.

"This is my food, this is my hunger," I thought.

I pumped her asshole until it started meeting my rhythm. An inner slime started emerging and I took my cue and added the index finger. Two digits ramming her. She bucked and heaved her precious buttocks into my face as my fingers fucked away. Her lips teased my crotch and she made to resume eating my cunt. I was on fire.

Luscious Diana felt my fingers and gently squeezed her bowel muscles; they slid out slowly. A perfect mini log snaked out. I let it wipe my cheek and I pulled it along until its one inch length was smeared above my lip, glistening and sticking below my nose. As I caressed her pulsing labia with my mouth, I inhaled her turd, odor wafting through my senses. So powerful the scent was, I drank the steamy smell full in and felt the warmth expand my lungs.

I licked her cunt until salty droplets spewed from the flesh wings and she bucked her ass firmly into my nose, as if she could see behind her, squishing the chocolate flat on my upper lip, releasing more essence into my nostrils.

Her moans became louder and she suddenly pushed a hand back and pulled one ass cheek aside, availing her brownie. As I ate her more furiously, trying to suck up her sweat and pussy drops, she expertly found the candy and pressed it smoothly, mashing it between her fingers, then gently fed her mush to my slathering mouth. I took in her crusted fingers once again and focused my tongue on her shit, her beautiful shit. As I licked the frosting, her fingers opened her back hole. I swallowed some of her treat and my mouth suckled her slender fingers, now playing with her anus. My tongue aggressively stabbed her asshole and her hand fled away, giving to me her moistness. It was as if she subtly directed my actions and I followed unknowingly. She quickly directed her head to my crotch again and a finger found my own anal opening. She easily gained entrance and I felt the penetration with joy. A second finger comes alongside and she tries, I'm not lubricated there yet, and it sticks.

Diana, now streaming ass lube around her turd in my mouth is beginning the travel to ecstacy and has seemingly lost her hold on reality. As her wet ass grabs my two fingers and mouth, she assaults my anus, attempting to reciprocate. She truly wants us to be equal, but I'm still dry and it becomes painful.

"Diana, stop, it's too dry, it's hurting," I blurt.

But the stabbing gets harder as she becomes lost in my mouth. A second nature takes over as she bucks on me and her mouth shoots to my reddened swollen sphincter. Her tongue darts straight into my pipe and violently wiggles far inside. I respond my grunting out into her mouth and a stream of my insides seeps out, at least it feels that way. She groans and slobbers around my anus as it relaxes, now wet, hot, and fully inflamed.

Her two fingers go in smoothly and a third follows. Three fingers deep in my ass is too much for her and she screams into my cunt as she comes fervently onto my tongue and lips, alternating between her holes. Her hips tango over my head as her orgasm passes through her body, fingers buried in my shitter. With a final come quiver, she shits out a second morsel, a little softer and longer onto my lips. I smash it onto my face and smell it in the heat of the moment, tasting and swallowing bits as they fall into my ever-busy mouth.

Diana was telling me there's nothing quite so royal as shitting out your bowels while coming! I was trying to take notes.

I feel my ass heave and it seems as if I have to shit an enormous load and I squat down, pushing her out of my. My bud flares out and her mouth glues itself to my tube, tonguing the insides, so fresh and raw. The sensations pass though my pussy walls and I experience a subtle anal/cuntal orgasm that takes a long time to complete. I lost myself in the wetness as I heaved into her. Oh my lord, if anyone had known. Sixty-nine with another woman is absolutely the topmost top. I don't know if we came together, or separately, but we roiled in some kind of mutual, filthy, and loving climax.

I always had suspected but now I knew that when a beautiful woman sits on your face, all you can do is cum and cum.

We were tangled, our faces were messy and our cunts and asses were breathing flaccidly. She pulled her fingers out of my ass and my hole gave forth. They were covered with a milky brownish film, but nothing solid. She got up and lay across my body, planting her mouth on mine. We breathed rapidly into each other through our passionate kissing, still wanting to taste and smell each other as we slowly came back to earth. I nibbled one of her nipples, long neglected, and covered it with a smear of shit.

Diana got up quite suddenly and said, "Carla darling, I've got to get back to my party, my god, what time is it?"

Like a slap in the face she disappeared. My heart skipped a beat with fear. She returned in a few minutes from her bedroom wearing a new blouse, still bottomless. I pulled her cunt to my mouth and tried to clean the muck from her genitals.

"Not now, love, I've got to get back. You too. But listen, be careful no one sees you and come down five minutes after me."

And she left, closing the bathroom door behind her, empty glass in hand, me still dreamy on the day-bed, without skirt or panties, full of fantasies. I dressed shortly and made it downstairs and found myself feeling quite drunk in the dining room picking nervously at the desert trays. I glanced at the party; most were still out on the deck, my husband included. No one had missed me, or us, it seemed. How long had it been?

I unconsciously picked up a chocolate truffle. I turned around and saw my face reflected in the mirrored sideboard. A streak of Diana's bowels remained above my mouth, going across the left side of my face. I smiled as I bit into the truffle.

"Hi Carla, I haven't seen you tonight, how are you?"

It was Cynthia, an older, formal and annoying acquaintance. She quickly noticed my streak and caught my eye, gesturing disapprovingly at the smear.

I smiled at her, "Cynthia, oh hi, how are you. Sorry, these truffles are amazing, mocha.." and I licked the smear away as she looked. I don't know if it was embarrassment or disgust on her part, I'm sure she only thought it was chocolate, but still ever so... impolite. I was shaking inside from the ecstasy, the forbiddeness of it all, the newness of eating cunt. But mostly I was shaking at the thought of a possible dismissal by Diana; that she had had her fun and now would return to her inner circle intellectuals. That I had been used. I was fearful I wouldn't see her again like this.

"Carla," she said, "I haven't seen you all night, where have you been hiding?" Diana put on quite a ruse in front of several guests now gathering at the desert table.

My heart skipped a beat as I knew I had misjudged her, that I would have her luscious nakedness again soon. I felt it in the way her eyes communicated with mine at that instant.

"Diana," I responded, "I've been looking all over for you... I just got here a little while ago and I've got to get to the restaurant, it's Saturday night and all, you know the business… but I'm so happy to see you. Thank you so much for putting this on. The food's wonderful, these deserts, the truffles, so chocolaty, ymmmmm."

"Oh, Carla," she said, helping the several guests to our conversation," you're just being politic, this is positively pedestrian compared to what you can create, what I've had at your restaurant. Do you have to go? I'd love for you to stay, it seems like ages since we've spoken."

"I must go, I'm sorry, but please call me, Diana."

And I took one more truffle as I inched my coat on and took a slow bite, staring Diana in the eyes.

"Oh, Carla, do be a friend before you leave," she looked at me. "Come with me and help me get down a tray in the pantry, it's too high for me."

And I followed her into the pantry off the kitchen where a dozen guest now rummaged through half-empty wine bottles and trays of pass-around foods. She closed the door behind us in the small space and grabbed me hard, thrusting her tongue down my throat. We jointly finished the truffle that was in my mouth. She looked at me and spoke, "That was indecently heavenly, oh Jesus I've got to fuck you, Carla. I must have you soon." And we kissed for a long passionate moment, our mouths drinking in each other's body. She left quickly with a tray she easily pulled off a shelf, I followed.

She thanked me loudly, picked up a glass of amber liquid and disappeared into the crowd. I left the house.
--
Never mind, it was just the dog cumming -- jandev
You Sir, are an Ignorant Motherfucker. -- Crawford
I am arguably too manic to do that. -- Crawford
I already fuck my mother -- trane
Nimey is right -- Blastard
i am in complete agreement with Nimey -- i am a pretty big deal

Beloved Moments (1.41 / 17) (#2)
by cockskin horsesuit on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 07:58:50 PM EST

As the days passed and the nightmares ceased, time almost seemed to stand still. Elrond and Picard no longer resembled the parts of host and visitor they held upon first meeting but had become closer than friends and more. Their liaisons became more frequent during the day while either one tended to tasks, be it fixing the beacon or dealing with daily chores and decisions for Imladris. Amongst the working hours a respite was found to relax in each other's comfort.

Before Picard realized it, he had been a resident in Imladris for nigh four weeks. The beacon no longer held the luster of escape but reminded him of duty and wearing a uniform. Picard loved his ship and crew and no one could deny that. Somehow his visit to this new world had changed him so much that he dreaded knowing how he would miss it. Or more appropriately, how he would miss Elrond.

They were taking their time in exploring the relationship between them despite knowing Picard's timeframe was growing shorter by the day. Elrond knew that Picard did not take intimacy lightly and that he was cautious when opening himself so utterly to another. It was this respect and patience that Picard loved and brought him closer to the elf. Yet, Picard also knew that Elrond could never join him on the Enterprise and leave his duties and obligations behind. Those thoughts hindered him at times, wanting to hold back from developing deeper feelings for Elrond. Inside he hoped that they could still continue their affair with long distances and intermissions between them.

"Jean-Luc, you seem lost in your thoughts," Elrond spoke suddenly, breaking Picard out of his thinking.

"I was but let's not trouble ourselves with it now," he said with a sigh.

Picard had been repairing the beacon that evening but while doing so, his mind wandered. Elrond, as usual, had been at his desk writing to the High King who resided in the Grey Havens.

"Perhaps it is best you take a reprieve until later," the elf offered as he placed his hands on Picard's shoulders. "The night air is still warm from the day, we can take a few minutes to enjoy it."

"You are right," Picard sighed. "I'll leave it until morning."

As Elrond led Picard to the door, the elf let his closeness be known with a light trace of his fingers over Picard's back. Smiling to himself, the captain welcomed the little reminders of Elrond's regard for him that seemed small, but were just as meaningful as his words and gaze.

"I was hoping you might leave tomorrow free from work," Elrond said as they stepped outside.

"What have you planned for us?" Picard asked curiously.

"There is a place nearby to Imladris but it is rarely traveled to by others. I visit it as my own hide-away of sorts," Elrond explained "I want to share it with you. We need some privacy from prying eyes for a day or two."

"I had not noticed anyone watching us," Picard said. "Or who knows of us."

"That is the life of someone so public as I am to my people," Elrond sighed as he looked up into the darkening sky where the first stars began to appear. "There has been talk about how often we are in each other's company."

"Gossip is not missed even here it seems," Picard chuckled.

"Rumors do not bother me," Elrond said as they passed over one of the bridges above the river. "Especially since they are true."

Picard felt his cheeks warm with the red blush that came with hearing Elrond's comments. So unafraid...

"I think getting away would be a good idea," Picard concluded. "Considering this is supposed to be my shore leave, I welcome it gladly."

"I have our needs in place for an early departure in the morn," Elrond said. "We will break our fast then ride."

"Sounds like a wonderful plan," Picard said.

"You will love it as much as I do," Elrond smiled. "Come now, I hear the others gathering for the fire."

"I cannot believe the hall is nearly finished," Picard commented as they walked. "The carpenters have certainly done grand work."

"Thank you," Elrond replied while absorbing the compliment. "I will make certain to pass your praise to them. I believe by the end of this week we will have it ready to congregate in for our nightly spells."

"Now that is something I look forward to seeing," Picard said as they came up to the growing group of elves. "Where are Glorfindel and Erestor tonight?"

Elrond sighed, "They will not be present this night. It was requested the story of Gondolin be told tonight."

"Oh, I see," Picard nodded, recognizing the city name from previous conversations.

"Let us listen," Elrond said as he motioned for Picard to sit next to him on the outer edge of the circle.

* * * * *

Picard was quiet as the storytelling ended and remained so as he and Elrond headed to their rooms. The tale of life and death, the survival of elven-kind had been very poignant; though, it had taken him again into deep thought.

"Are you well?" Elrond asked once they were alone.

"Yes, I am thinking about the story," Picard said. "How your people never give up despite what appears to be a constant threat to your way of life."

"I had thought the tale too premature for telling, considering the all too recent destruction of Eregion," Elrond related. "However, it seemed to give some hope to the survivors that they, too, can go on like those before them in Gondolin."

"Healing of woes in that way is always a good first step," Picard said.

"Yes, it is," Elrond sighed. "There is much more to come still."

"War may be on my own people's doorstep," Picard said. "It appears we may have no choice. The negotiations and diplomatic talks are fruitless since the leaders of the Dominion already have their minds made up."

"An enemy bent on destruction and oppression cannot be easily turned," Elrond said. "If at all. I only hope yours will have a quick victory for your side."

"I do as well," Picard said with a deep sigh. "However, it appears it may be longer than we had anticipated. The Dominion has soldiers like these orcs that roam your lands, created and manipulated for terrible purposes with no conscience or care for lives lost. It seems strange and foreign to me now after being here for so long."

Elrond saw the clouded, faraway look in his love's eyes and took his hand, gently squeezing it as they walked along. The gesture brought Picard back and a small smile passed over his lips.

"For now I should not worry too much," Picard said finally.

"By focusing your attention elsewhere?" Elrond asked as they approached his room first.

"On other thoughts that do not bring sadness, yes," Picard smiled.

"Would you care to come in for a while?" Elrond offered.

"I will," Picard smiled.

Having never been in Elrond's chambers before, Picard took a cursory glance around. It was similarly furnished like his own but with a four-poster bed and drapes hanging from above that seemingly veiled the bed inside. Elrond had left his balcony doors open to let air flow freely into the room and while he kindled the lights in the room, Picard found a place in the sitting area to wait.

"I was hoping we could talk for a time," Elrond said when he finally settled next to Picard. "There have been many thoughts on your mind lately."

"Indeed," Picard sighed as he took Elrond's hand in his own. "Tonight's story did not relieve me of those thoughts either."

"Jean-Luc, I see the worry in your eyes. Are you uncertain of where we shall go in the future?" the elf asked. "I have given you much time to become comfortable with me, but I want to know if we should discontinue or let it move forward?"

Squeezing Elrond's hand, Picard moved closer to him and slipped an arm around his waist.

"I want to stay with you," Picard said. "It is what decisions I have to make in the near future that trouble me."

"That I have thought about as well and know that neither of us will ask or demand of the other to leave a former life," Elrond replied while he placed a hand on Picard's knee.

"I can visit as often as I can," Picard answered while his voice dropped a bit. "This can still work."

"We will," Elrond whispered as he leaned his head against Picard's. "There are other worries to come; however, we can face them when the time comes."

Nodding in agreement, Picard placed a gentle kiss on Elrond's mouth that the elf gladly returned. A murmur of enjoyment came from Elrond as the kiss deepened. Picard sighed in contentment when he felt the elf enclose him in his embrace. Their encounters often led down that path of lying in one another's arms while blissfully becoming lost in the other's caresses.

It was this fall into pleasure that Picard did not notice Elrond's hand on his hip. The fingers tracing on his thigh were only met with muffled moans. However, Picard felt his breathing quicken once Elrond took a step into new territory. Fluttery lips pressed against Picard's neck as Elrond tasted the soft skin. A deep breath and shudder passed through the captain the moment the elf found a sensitive place to exploit.

Smiling, Elrond returned to the spot that elicited a response and began to suckle and nip lightly with his teeth. A louder moan escaped Picard's lips when he leaned into Elrond enticingly. Capturing their mouths together once more, they tasted the sweetness inside, tongues battling as the kisses became hungrier and more forceful.

It was when he was gently lowered onto his back that Picard opened his eyes to look upon Elrond. Above him stormy gray-blue eyes drank in the image of Picard below, eyes that did little to hide Elrond's intentions. Further continuing their caressing, their breathing became heavier. Picard felt a rise inside of him while Elrond lay upon him, his weight covering the captain covetously. He had been the aggressive partner in the flings with Louis but Picard suddenly realized how much he had missed by not being a little submissive.

"Elrond," Picard managed to say between breaths. "You do not... enjoy letting me go, do you?"

"Never," the elf smiled before taking control once more.

Finding his wits, Picard eased back and began his own ministrations to please Elrond. His dark locks felt like strands of Tholian silk flowing between Picard's fingers. Unexpectedly Elrond's hands roved over Picard's body, their dancing touches electrified Picard's senses as Elrond wandered from Picard's neck to his chest. A sharp intake of breath from the captain brought a pleased moan from Elrond as one of his wandering palms cupped underneath Picard's backside.

The reaction was more shock than an intrusion to Picard. The boundaries they both had kept and occasionally ventured close to had been broken completely with the brazen move Elrond had made. Having received no act of disapproval or reprimand, Elrond went further by clutching Picard with his fingers, pulling at the fabric of his slacks to feel what was underneath.

Another shudder involuntarily racked Picard as Elrond pressed against him. The telltale bulge in the elf's leggings stood out between them, especially with the weight it had against Picard's thigh. The realization Picard had in knowing Elrond's amount of enjoyment also increased his mind's lustful meanderings. He did not pull away as the elf rocked against him, but rather let himself fall under the spell Elrond was conjuring around them. It was when Elrond pressed his groin against Picard's quickly hardening length that the captain expressed fully his want to not stop through a loud moan.

"Let yourself be mine," Elrond whispered huskily in his ear. "And I, yours."

Picard's hips arched toward the elf as Elrond's hand skillfully unlaced the captain's pants in seconds and skipped underneath. The first stroke brought incredible heat flashing through Picard's body, fingertips lightly toying against the sensitive flesh before taking Picard's arousal completely in a tight grasp. Crying out into Elrond's mouth, his ecstasy muffled by more plundering kisses, Picard bit tantalizingly onto Elrond's bottom lip as each stroke sent his mind reeling out of control.

Buttons quickly came undone as Elrond's free hand removed Picard's shirt. More fingers felt Picard's heated skin over his stomach and chest, the healing hands that had once tended to his wounds now felt like tickling volts of pleasure in the same places. More kisses continued as Elrond's lips headed down Picard's neck and over his chest. An uncontrolled cry of Elrond's name resounded in the room, bouncing off the walls as the elf smiled wickedly over his lover. Whimpered sounds that Picard hardly recognized as his own called upon Elrond to finish the task he had started, but he caught his breath as he watched the elf-lord disrobe on top of him.

Elrond's rain-cloud gray eyes watched Picard unblinkingly as if keeping him in a frozen moment of time that the captain would not escape from easily. Elrond began by unwrapping his tunic, baring his torso in the dim torchlight. He still straddled the captain on the divan, letting his bulging length still rub against Picard's.

The elf could see Picard's gaze take his half-naked form in, learning his contours by sight that he had mapped over clothing before. As soon as the green irises dropped to below his waistline, Elrond moved over Picard's body like a serpent and sharply nibbled at a peeked nipple. A hiss of pleasure slipped through Picard's lips when Elrond whispered into his ear.

"Follow me to our bed, melethron," he beckoned.

Our bed, Picard repeated in his mind. The words surprised him but it also hearkened to a budding love growing stronger.

Doing as he was bid, Picard rose after Elrond had relinquished his hold on him. Helping Picard remove the rest of his shirt, Elrond let his fingers wind over Picard's hips while he backed him to the edge of the bed. Deft hands quickly removed the captain's pants, leaving him bare to the bone before Elrond's hungry eyes. Reaching with his own want, Picard unlaced his partner's leggings, hands shaking slightly at knowing where their love play was headed.

The girth and prominence of Elrond's shaft sparked a surprised inhale of awe from Picard. Pressing Picard onto the bed, Elrond climbed next to him as they lay facing each other on their sides. He felt himself come near to spending himself while Elrond guided his hand with his own to his length. Elrond began to move Picard's hand over the tender skin, much as he had just done to Picard. The elf moaned and nuzzled his face into Picard's neck once the captain began stroking him.

Their lips came together earnestly as they both gently fondled and teased each other with touch. A shared groan of contentment was met the moment their shafts came in contact. Slow strokes quickened while passion flared once more, a building intensity emanated between them as they moved together as one in pace and ferocity. The last thread of control broke as their mixed seed spilled over their hands.

Breathing soon slowed: foreheads pressed together as their energy subsided. A tender kiss, almost too chaste compared to the bantering play from before, carefully and gingerly was tasted. After what seemed like hours, Elrond took to helping Picard clean up as well as tending to himself. Finished and spent, Elrond pulled Picard's body into the crook of his own. Picard could feel the heat of the elf's body against his back and curled into the comfort and solace offered, taking Elrond's hand in his.

* * * * *

"What was that cry that awoke me?" Erestor asked as he looked up sleepily from his pillow. "It was if some fell beast met his end to another in the forest."

He gazed at Glorfindel's face for an answer. The golden elf lay staring at the ceiling as if he had long been awake.

"Nay, it was no beast," he replied to Erestor. "However, he who cried it had indeed succumbed."

Erestor raised his head and looked at his lover quizzically.

"You make no sense, melindo," the dark-haired elf said.

Glorfindel sighed when he rolled on his side in bed, bringing Erestor closer to him.

"It is nothing you should worry yourself with at this time," he said, running his fingers in the dark hair of his mate.

"Yet it troubles you," Erestor replied, brow furrowing.

"It does," the older elf acknowledged. "I must leave it be for now. The Valar and perhaps Eru himself have reasons for this twist and upheaval in life."

"Then forget it," Erestor said as he claimed Glorfindel's lips and the golden elf returned the caress.

i realize rule 34 and all (none / 1) (#3)
by LilDebbie on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 08:32:03 PM EST

but damn

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

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Unsettled Feelings (1.28 / 7) (#4)
by cockskin horsesuit on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 08:38:31 PM EST

A gentle, fresh breeze tickled Picard's bare chest and he snuggled further under the sheets covering the rest of his body. A contented sigh brought him out of his grogginess and the warm breath of another danced over his neck. Memories of the night before came to Picard finally as images of their tryst played in front of his eyes.

They had taken a new step in their relationship that brought more intimacy to their developing feelings. So far they had not taken the other fully, but Picard sensed that the next level would not be far off. Elrond's veracity and drop of his often-shielded emotions had surprised Picard, but it had also flared his own desire for the elf.

Picard shifted in his place, feeling the closeness of Elrond behind him. The elf tightened his hold around Picard, his arm draped over the captain, clutching him. Soft kisses soon followed on his neck and up the back of his shoulder before Elrond's lips returned and suckled his ear for a moment. A low moan emanated from Elrond as Picard turned to face him.

"Idh si," Elrond murmured. "Im anírona garole."

"What was that?" Picard asked.

Blinking, Elrond stared at Picard in confusion before realization dawned on the captain's face. Holding up a finger to Elrond to wait a moment, Picard slipped from the bed and shuffled around in his disheveled clothing on the ground before he found his tiny communicator badge. He looked up to see Elrond eyeing him with a mischievous curl of his lips. The elf himself was pure beauty to Picard: the fine-toned muscles of a warrior covered Elrond's bare torso and arms without a trace of hair covering him, but for that on his head and what lay beneath the sheet covering Elrond's lower half.

"I had to retrieve this," Picard explained as he climbed back into bed. "It is the only way we can understand each other. It has a translator in it."

"So that is the trick. You will have to explain how it works to me sometime," chuckled Elrond, eyeing the metal item. "I suppose that gives me more incentive to teach you my language even if there are other ways to communicate without the need for words."

Picard caught his breath as Elrond traced a hand down his side, cupping his hip and pulling them together then bringing Picard on top of him. They exchanged sweet, soft kisses for a moment before Picard rested his head on Elrond's chest.

"You certainly have a way with not saying much but expressing enough," Picard grinned.

"It is a tempting offer to show you more," the elf whispered in his ear. "However, the morning is already growing late. We should be off on our trip soon before the day passes us by."

Elrond enveloped his partner in his embrace. The lovers exchanged shaky kisses between deep breaths as their hearts began to race faster. Picard wrapped his arms tightly around Elrond and lost himself in the soft, long locks of the elf's hair.
Im meleth-le.

Picard sat up with a start and looked at Elrond cautiously.

"What is it, Jean-Luc?" he asked.

"I... it may have been nothing," Picard said. "My mind may be playing tricks on me but I thought I heard your voice, yet you did not speak."

Elrond's face brightened considerably and his eyes shone with an inner sparkle.

"You could hear my thoughts?" Elrond smiled. "I knew it could be possible between Man and Elf... but I have wondered much about it; especially if it is possible for you to return your thoughts to me in return, rather than just my speaking to you directly. You heard me during your fever-dreams as well, although I do not think you understood at the time."

"What...? How is that possible?" Picard asked uncertainly.

"Jean-Luc, elves have abilities that let them link minds. Often it can be with one to whom they have bonded intimately," Elrond explained. "The strength of one's ability is different for each elf, but with me, my Maiar lineage enables me to do much more."

"Then you are a telepath to some degree?" Picard somewhat understood what his lover was trying to explain.

"Ah, but your term for it is so limiting," Elrond said as he caressed Picard's cheek. "Our bond is much more than that, Jean-Luc. Our souls mingle."

"Oh," Picard answered quietly.

The clear discontent on Picard's face was missed by the ecstatic elf. Elrond quickly arose from the bed, donning a bed robe, still smiling at his partner. Picard held his breath for a moment as Elrond took his face into his hands.

"So long I wanted you to know my inner feelings and thoughts for you," he said. "This is a great joy for us and will change everything between us. I cannot wait to share so much more with you. For now, we must be on our way. I will fetch us our morning meal and be back shortly, Jean-Luc."

Picard was hardly able to form an answer before Elrond whisked away to gather their meal. Looking around the empty room, Picard sat silently when the soft click of the door seemed to echo through the room. Slowly he rose and headed into the bathing chamber. There he attempted to draw a bath, once he realized that his hands were shaking involuntarily. Clasping them together did little to stop the creeping fear in his mind and limbs.

"He meant no harm," Picard whispered to himself. "I trust Elrond and I have nothing to be afraid of from him."

A shudder racked his body and Picard tightly clutched the edge of the basin. Slipping himself into the warm water, Picard dripped it over his face, and then covered his eyes with his hands. The water did nothing to stop the cold chill he still felt

"It is no different from when Beverly and I were connected by those interrogation devices from Kespritt. A mind meld with a Vulcan... or even Deanna's empathic abilities," Picard said aloud, his voice muffled under his hands. Suddenly he realized that this talent of Elrond's was much stronger than anything he had come across for some time. "This is ridiculous, I trust Elrond. I..."

Picard paused before the word reached his lips. The realization of his deepest thoughts that slipped out in his unguarded moment shook him to the core.
Silence reigned between them as Elrond and Picard rode into the forest highlands above Imladris. Around them the birds chirped and creatures rustled, the day was very much alive. Elrond eyed Picard out of the corner of his eye next to him. The captain kept his gaze straight ahead but looked sullen. Then his stare fell to Picard's hands that he had let the elf hold earlier, but with a strange awkwardness.

What is it I have done to you that you are displeased by me now? Elrond thought to himself.

When Elrond had returned with their breakfast, he heard Picard readying himself in the bathing chamber. Expecting this, Elrond had stopped by Picard's room to gather clothing that had not been packed away for their trip. However, when the captain came back to the room, he had distanced himself completely. Not wanting to upset him further, Elrond kept his more expressive caresses to himself.

Have I caused a breach between us, Jean-Luc? Did I drive you further than you were ready to go?

Hiding a saddened sigh, Elrond let their horses trod along. Elrond knew Picard certainly did not want to cancel their plans out of politeness so suddenly, thus their reason for still leaving the elven-city. Yet, Elrond wondered if their time away would worsen the situation.

The sounds of a river began to sift through the leaves and became louder against the forest noises. A dull roar soon accompanied the river and unexpectedly the tree line ended. Bathed in sunlight, they beheld a cascading waterfall of white foam and crystal-blue water falling into a clear pool below the craggy rock face. The peacefulness of the sight soothed Elrond's soul somewhat and his heart skipped as he watched Picard's reaction of awe while he took in the beauteous scene. He only hoped that it was a sign that Picard was moving out of his strange demeanor.

"Feel free to wander, I am going to set up our camp," Elrond said as he dismounted.

The elf-lord did not need help, but deep down he would have enjoyed sharing the experience of the their trip more fully with Picard at his side. However, he knew at the moment that it would be best to give Picard time alone. Elrond watched how he wandered down to the water's edge and kneeled next to the bank to let his hand feel the water. Elrond felt the need within him to take Picard in his arms, but he held it back as he led the horses away and began unpacking the tent equipment and food basket.

The summer weather had warmed considerably since Picard's arrival and the heat was already becoming oppressive while the sun climbed higher in the sky. Elrond tossed aside his shirt while he set to work, pitching their tent in a shaded glen. Wanting to avoid more worrisome thoughts, the elf focused on his task and turned his back to where he last saw Picard near the pool at the base of the waterfall. Finishing, he faced the river only to find himself alone. Sighing, Elrond walked to the river's edge and quenched his thirst. From his hands the crystal-clear water sparkled and fell to the river. It was cool to the touch and he suddenly desired refreshing himself in the soothing pool to wash away the hot work and sweat that made him feel sticky and uncomfortable. He had enough time until Picard returned.
The shade of the forest made Picard feel that he could get away from his worries and time appeared to stand still. The warmth of the day was not as strong while he hid under the canopy of birches and oak. The captain lay against the moss and grass floor, staring up toward patches of blue sky through the leaves of trees. His thoughts drifted back to another day many years in the past that he had long tried to forget. Shivers swiftly coursed through him despite the heat and humidity. Drowsily he relaxed and his eyes drooped, and then closed.

The body beneath Picard strained and shuddered but continued to want more. Messy blond hair lay atop the pillow in front of him, his hands caressing the neck and shoulders of his lover. Picard ran his hand down Louis' back, the sweat glistening on his body while well-toned muscles curved and flexed beneath his fingers when Louis pressed backward toward him. Moving his hand back to his lover's hip, Picard dropped his other to the other side of his partner's torso beneath the blanket.

"You never have enough, Jean," moaned Louis.

"You always like it and never complain," Picard said between breaths. "Perhaps I should torture you slowly to make you beg me to finish it."

"Whatever you want," grinned Louis. "Your touch... I always want more. It is never finished."

"Teasing words," Picard replied, nibbling Louis' shoulder.

They held each other in their shared warmth, the lazy day was perfect for enjoying hours in bed relaxing and pleasuring; however, Picard could sense there was something heavy on Louis' mind. It had been an anxious quiet between them and Picard knew Louis would voice his concern eventually, but he would not prod him if he was not ready.

"You leave in the morning?" Louis finally spoke.

"Yes, I told you before that the transport will be in town at oh-eight-hundred," Picard said, snuggling into the pillow and trailing his hand over Louis' arm. "Do not worry, we have this whole day to visit with each other. And, I must say, quench your thirst until I come back on leave."

Picard chuckled to himself, but quieted when Louis turned over and stared at him seriously.

"When will that be? How often do you think you will come back home?" Louis asked. "Would you even consider inviting me to visit you at the Academy?"

"What is the matter, Louis?" Picard said, his brow furrowing. "It is not like I am leaving you for a long tour at the edges of Federation territory."

"That is just it," Louis sighed and caressed Picard's cheek, then ran his fingers through the fine, brown hair that Picard had cut shorter for his impending days at Starfleet Academy. "When you get assigned to a ship and go off on adventures... what then? I would never ask you to not leave, this is your dream."

Frowning, Picard replied, "But it seems you have a problem with the type of life I will be leading: away at outposts and exploring faraway sectors. If you have a problem with my departure and choice, then say it, Louis."

"No, it is not that, Jean-Luc," Louis said, his eyes searching Picard's before he nuzzled against his chest. "I think I will miss you dreadfully. I fear our lengthy separation."

"Come now, Louis. You are acting like a child," Picard laughed nervously. "Our friendship is strong and we have had time apart before."

"It has not been the same since..." Louis paused mid-sentence, but Picard knew what he was referring to: their intimacy. "I think our friendship is much different now."

"Look," Picard said, forcing Louis to look at him. "Life will be changing for both of us. Your studies and research projects in hydroponics are gathering a lot of attention in the field. You will be just as busy as myself in no time."

"I do not want to forget about this," Louis sighed wistfully.

"Brooding does not become you," Picard said as he kissed his lover's forehead. "Boredom does not either. I would not mind if you found someone else to keep you busy. I know I probably will have to do the same."

"Are you not listening to me?" Louis exclaimed suddenly. "I do not want that. I want us to be together."

"Don't be ridiculous, Louis," Picard grumbled. "This was all for fun, we both said it would not be anything else."

"That's changed," the blond man said quietly. "I want to keep this."

Picard's frown deepened and he stood from the bed, pulling his clothing out of the pile on the floor.

"I think this time apart will help you clear your mind and rethink a few things," Picard said, his back turned to Louis. "When I come back for the winter break, we can discuss it again."

"Why are you doing this, Jean?" Louis said, his voice cracking.

"What? I am doing nothing," Picard said while he pulled up his trousers and fixed the sleeves of his shirt. "You are the one who seems to be changing our friendship from what I am comfortable with at the moment. I think we both need time apart to reconsider our actions and past."

Louis' face fell and visibly paled in the sunlight cascading through the window. He did not move but obviously was fighting the chaotic tumble of emotions running through his mind.

"Please," Louis asked. "Don't do this now. Not when you leave tomorrow."

"Good-bye, Louis," Picard said, walking toward the door. "I will write to you or call soon."
With quick gasp, Picard awoke and tried to control his rapid breathing. Looking around, he found himself in a green forest of another planet, not in France in Louis' bedroom where his dream had taken him. He covered his face with his hands, shaking from the overwhelming emotions of memories past.

After Picard had returned from the Academy during the semester break, things had indeed changed between him and Louis. A rift was now between them, but Louis was content with the fact that Picard had no interest in letting their intimacy grow to love. During the time Picard had been away, Louis had become closer friends with the Bloom sisters, childhood friends of their youth. The four of them had decided to take a cycling trip together when Picard came to visit the following summer and, in a strange accident, Louis had broken his leg. One of the sisters, Picard could never remember which, had taken to caring for Louis during that time before he could be taken to a medical station. He ended up wedding her, then divorcing her and marrying the other sister. Picard and Louis' bedroom escapades had ended, but they were still able to mend their friendship and were closer than ever, yet it was not ever again the same.

However, the dream reminded Picard of the jealousy and loss he had felt when he had realized his trespasses against Louis. His best friend had been truthful and open to Picard about how his feelings once it had changed and grown. Picard had thrown it back in his face and when he had sought to return to it, it had no longer been an option for Louis. That regret always lingered in Picard's mind.

The worries and fright Picard had experienced earlier that morn after his lustful encounters with Elrond returned with full clarity. All he could think of was that history had afforded him another chance to not repeat itself. Standing quickly, Picard wandered out of the shaded glen in search of Elrond.

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Old Ludwig (1.00 / 12) (#5)
by lostincali on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 09:56:35 PM EST

When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ludwig Von Mises and when I think about Ludwig I get a hard-on that won't quit.

Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.

Ludwig always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.

He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.

The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ludwig Von Mises is the name and playing pecker's my game."

I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."

"Now me," said Ludwig, "I just love jumping men . . ."

"I'll bet you do."

". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ludwig.

"I though we were talking about . . ."

"You like jumping old men's peckers?"

I shook my head.

"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ludwig lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."

That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.

Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ludwig wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.

"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ludwig licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."

"People do that?"

He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"

"I never . . ."

"Well, old Ludwig's willing to let you find out."

"No way."

"Just teasing," said Ludwig. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."

"Why would I do that?"

"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."

"I'm no queer."

"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ludwig slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."

I swallowed, hard.

Ludwig winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"

*

We worked steadily until noon. Ludwig drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."

I followed Ludwig to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch past the hidden head.

"Yes sir," breathed Ludwig, "this old peter needs some draining." He exhaled a sigh as a strong, yellow stream splattered against the boards and ran down to soak into the earthen floor.

He caught me looking down at him. He winked. "Like what you're viewing, Boy?"

I looked away.

"You taking a serious interest in old Ludwig's pecker?"

I shook my head.

"Well you just haul out yourn and let old Ludwig return the compliment."

Feeling trapped and really having to go, I fumbled at my fly, turned away slightly, withdrew my penis and strained to start.

"Take your time boy. Let it all hang out. Old Ludwig's the first to admit that he likes looking at another man's pecker." He flicked away the last drop of urine and shook his limp penis vigorously.

I tried not to look interested.

"Yes sir, this old peepee feels so good out, I just might leave it out." He turned to give me a better view.

"What if somebody walks in?"

Ludwig shrugged. He looked at my strong yellow stream beating against the boards and moved a step closer. "You got a nice one,boy."

I glanced over at him. His cock was definitely larger and beginning to stick straight out. I nodded toward his crotch. "Don't you think you should put that away?"

"I got me strictly a parlor prick," said Ludwig. "Barely measures six inches." He grinned. "Of course it's big enough around to make a mouthful." He ran a thumb and forefinger along its length and drawing his foreskin back enough to expose the tip of the pink head. "Yersiree." He grinned, revealing nicotine stained teeth. "It sure feels good, letting the old boy breathe."

I knew I should button up and move away. I watched his fingers moving up and down the thickening column.

"You like checking out this old man's cock?"

I nodded. In spite of myself, my cock began to swell.

"Maybe we should have ourselves a little pecker pulling party." Ludwig slid his fingers back and forth on his expanding shaft and winked. "I may be old but I'm not against doing some little pud pulling with a friend."

I shook my head.

"Maybe I'll give my balls some air. Would you like a viewing of old Ludwig's hairy balls?"

I swallowed hard and moistened my dry lips.

He opened another button on his fly and pulled out his scrotum. "Good God, It feels good to set 'em free. Now let's see yours."

"Why?"

"Just to show you're neighborly," said Ludwig.

"I don't think so." I buttoned up and moved into the potting shed.

Ludwig followed, his cock and balls protruding from the front of his overalls. "Overlook my informality." Ludwig grinned. "As you can see I ain't bashful."

I nodded and took my sandwich from the brown paper bag.

"Yessir," said Ludwig. "I just might have to have myself an old fashioned peter pulling all by my lonesome. He unhooked a shoulder strap and let his overalls drop around his ankles.

I took a bite of my sandwich but my eyes remained on Ludwig.

"Yessiree," said Ludwig, "I got a good one if I do say so myself. Gets nearly as hard as when I was eighteen. You know why?"

I shook my head.

"Cause I keep exercising him. When I was younger I was pulling on it three time a day. Still like to do him every day I can."

"Some say you'll go blind if you do that too much."

"Bull-loney!" Don't you believe that shit. I been pulling my pud for close to fifty years and I didn't start till I was fifteen."

I laughed.

"You laughing at my little peter, boy?"

"Your hat." I pointed to the soiled, brown fedora cocked on his head. That and his overalls draped about his ankles were his only items of apparel. In between was a chest full of gray curly hair, two hairy legs. Smack between them stood an erect, pale white cock with a tip of foreskin still hiding the head.

"I am one hairy S.O.B.," said Ludwig.

"I laughed at you wearing nothing but a hat."

"Covers up my bald spot," said Ludwig. "I got more hair on my ass than I got on my head. Want to see?"

"Your head?"

"No, Boy, my hairy ass and around my tight, brown asshole." He turned, reached back with both hands and parted his ass cheeks to reveal the small, puckered opening. "There it is, Boy, the entrance lots of good feelings. Tell me, Boy, how would you like to put it up old Ludwig's ass?"

"I don't think so."

"That'd be the best damned piece you ever got."

"We shouldn't be talking like this."

"C'mon now, confess, don't this make your cock perk up a little bit?"

"I reckon," I confessed.

"You ever seen an old man's hard cock before," asked Ludwig.

"My grandpa's when I was twelve or thirteen."

"How'd that come about?"

He was out in the barn and didn't know I was around. He dropped his pants. It was real big he did things to it. He saw me and he turned around real fast but I saw it."

"What did your grandpa do?"

"He said I shouldn't be watching him doing that. He said something like grandma wouldn't give him some,' that morning and that I should get out of there and leave a poor man in peace to do what he had to do."

"Did you want to join him."

"I might have if he'd asked. He didn't."

"I like showing off my cock," said Ludwig. "A hard-on is something I always been proud of. A hard-on proves a man's a man. Makes me feel like a man that can do things." He looked up at me and winked. "You getting a hard-on from all this talk, son?"

I nodded and looked away.

"Then maybe you should pull it out and show old Ludwig what you got."

"We shouldn't."

"Hey. A man's not a man till he jacked off with a buddy."

I wanted to but I was as nervous as hell.

Ludwig grinned and fingered his pecker. "C'mon, Boy, between friends, a little cock showing is perfectly fine. Lets see what you got in the cock and balls department."

In spite of my reluctance, I felt the stirring in my crotch. I had curiosity that needed satisfying. It had been a long, long time since I had walked in on my grandfather .

"C'mon let's see it all."

I shook my head.

"You can join the party anytime, said Ludwig. "Just drop your pants and pump away."

I had the urge. There was a tingling in my crotch. My cock was definitely willing and I had a terrible need to adjust myself down there. But my timidity and the strangeness of it all held me back.

Hope you don't mind if I play out this hand." Ludwig grinned. "It feels like I got a winner."

I stared at his gnarled hand sliding up and down that pale, white column and I could not look away. I wet my lips and shook my head.

Old Ludwig's about to spout a geyser." Ludwig breathed harder as he winked. "Now if I just had a long finger up my ass. You interested, boy?"

I shook my head.

The first, translucent, white glob crested the top of his cock and and arced to the dirt floor. Ludwig held his cock at the base with thumb and forefinger and tightened noticeably with each throb of ejaculation until he was finished.

I could not believe any man could do what he had done in front of another human being.

Ludwig sighed with pleasure and licked his fingers. "A man ain't a man till he's tasted his own juices."

He squatted, turned on the faucet and picked up the connected hose. He directed the water between his legs and on to his still dripping prick and milked the few remaining drops of white, sticky stuff into the puddle forming at his feet. "Cool water sure feels good on a cock that just shot its wad," said Ludwig.

*

"Cock-tale telling time," said Old Ludwig. It was the next day and he rubbed the front of his dirty,worn overalls where his bulge made the fly expand as his fingers smoothed the denim around the outline of his expanding cock.

I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I knew it wasn't something my straight-laced Grandma would approve of.

"Don't you like taking your cock out and jacking it?" Ludwig licked his lips.

I shook my head in denial.

"Sure you do. A young man in his prime has got to be pulling his pud."

I stared at his calloused hand moving over the growing bulge at his crotch.

"Like I said," continued Ludwig, "I got me barely six inches when he's standing up." He winked at me. "How much you got, son?"

"Almost seven inches . . ." I stuttered. "Last time I measured."

"And I'm betting it feels real good with your fist wrapped around it."

"I don't do . . ."

"Everybody does it." He scratched his balls and said,"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Then, looking me in the eye, he lifted his leg like a dog at a tree and let out a long, noisy fart.

Denying that I jacked off, I said, "I saw yours yesterday."

"A man has got to take out his pecker every once in a while." He winked and his fingers played with a button on his fly. Care to join me today?"

"I don't think so."

"What's the matter, boy? You ashamed of what's hanging 'tween your skinny legs?"

"It's not for showing off."

"That would be so with a crowd of strangers but with a friend, in a friendly showdown, where's the harm?

"It shouldn't be shown to other people. My Grandma said that a long time ago when I went to the bathroom against a tree when I was seven.

"There's nothing like a joint pulling among friends to seal a friendship," said Ludwig.

I don't think so." I felt very much, ill at ease.

"Then what the fuck is it for," demanded the old man. "A good man shares his cock with his friends. How old are you boy?"

"Nineteen almost twenty."

You ever fucked a woman?"

"No."

"Ever fucked a man?"

"Of course not.

"Son, you ain't never lived till you've fired your load up a man's tight ass."

"I didn't know men did that to each other."

"Men shove it up men's asses men all the time. They just don't talk about it like they do pussy."

"You've done that?"

"I admit this old pecker's been up a few manholes. More than a few hard cocks have shagged this old ass over the years." He shook his head, wistfully, "I still have a hankering for a hard one up the old dirt chute."

"I think that would hurt."

"First time, it usually does," agreed Ludwig. He took a bite from his sandwich.

I looked at my watch. Ten minutes of our lunch hour had already passed.

"We got time for a quickie," said Ludwig. "There's no one around to say, stop, if were enjoying ourselves."

He unhooked the slide off the button of one shoulder-strap, pushed the bib of his overalls down to let them fall to his feet.

"Showtime," said Ludwig. Between his legs, white and hairy, his semi-hard cock emerged from a tangled mass of brown and gray pubic hair. The foreskin, still puckered beyond the head of the cock, extended downward forty-five degrees from the horizontal but was definitely on the rise.

I could only stare at the man. Until the day before, I had never seen an older man with an erection besides my grandpa.

Ludwig moved his fingers along the stalk of his manhood until the head partially emerged, purplish and broad. He removed his hand for a moment and it bobbled obscenely in the subdued light of the potting shed. Ludwig leaned back against a bin of clay pots like a model on display. "Like I said, boy, it gets the job done."

I found it difficult not to watch. "You shouldn't . . ."

"C'mon, boy. Show Ludwig your pecker. I'm betting it's nice and hard."

I grasped my belt and tugged on the open end. I slipped the waistband button and two more before pushing down my blue jeans and shorts down in one move. My cock bounced and slapped my belly as I straightened."

"That's a beaut." Ludwig stroked his pale, white cock with the purplish-pink head shining. "I'm betting it'll grow some more if you stroke it."

"We really shouldn't . . ."

"Now don't tell me you never stroked your hard peter with a buddy."

"I've done that," I finally admitted,. "But he was the same age as me and it was a long time ago." I though back to the last time Chuck and me jerked each other off in the loft of our old barn. Chuck wanted more as a going away present and we had sucked each other's dicks a little bit.

"Jackin's always better when you do it with somebody," said Ludwig. "Then you can lend each other a helping hand."

"I don't know about that," I said.

Ludwig's hand continued moving on his old cock as he leaned over to inspect mine. "God Damn! Boy. That cock looks good enough to eat." Ludwig licked his lips. "You ever had that baby sucked?"

I shook my head as I watched the old man stroke his hard, pale cock.

"Well boy, I'd say you're packing a real mouthful for some lucky gal or guy." He grinned. "Well c'mon. Let's see you get down to some serious jacking. Old Ludwig's way ahead of you."

I wrapped my fist around my stiff cock and moved the foreskin up and over the head on the up stroke. On the down stroke the expanded corona of the angry, purple head stared obscenely at the naked old man.

Ludwig toyed with his modest six inches. "What do you think of this old man's cock?" His fist rode down to his balls and a cockhead smaller than the barrel stared back at mine.

"I guess I'm thinking this is like doing it with my grandpa."

"You ever wish you could a done this with your grandpa?"

"I thought about it a lot."

"Ever see him with a hard-on."

"I told you about that!"

"Ever think about him doing your grandma?"

"I can't imagine her ever doing anything with a man.

"Take my word for it, sonny, we know she did it or you wouldn't be here." Begrudgingly I nodded in agreement.

"Everybody fucks," said old Ludwig. "They fuck or they jack off."

"If you say so."

"Say sonny, your cocks getting real juicy with slickum. Want old Ludwig to lick some of it away?"

"You wouldn't."

Ludwig licked his lips as he kept his hand pistoning up and down his hard cock. "You might be surprised what old Ludwig might do if he was in the mood for a taste of what comes out of a hard cock."

And that is what he proceeded to do. He sucked me dry.

Then he erupted in half-a-dozen spurts shooting out and onto the dirt floor of the potting shed. He gave his cock a flip and shucked t back into his overalls. He unwrapped a sandwich from its wax paper and proceed to eat without washing his hands. He took a bite and chewed. "Nothing like it boy, a good jacking clears the cobwebs from your crotch and gives a man an appetite."

*

The following day, We skipped the preliminaries. We dropped our pants. Ludwig got down on his knees and sucked me until I was hard and good and wet before he stood and turned.

"C'mon boy, Shove that pretty cock up old Ludwig's tight, brown hole and massage old Ludwig's prostate.

Ludwig bent forward and gripped the edge of the potting bench. The lean, white cheeked buttocks parted slightly and exposed the dark brown, crinkly, puckered star of his asshole "Now you go slow and ease it along until you've got it all the way in," he cautioned. "This old ass craves your young cock but it don't want too much too soon. You've got to let this old hole stretch to accommodate you."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Easy boy, easy," he cautioned. "You feel a lot bigger than you look. Put a little more spit in your cock."

"It's awfully tight. I don't know if it's going to go or not."

"It'll go," said Ludwig. "There's been bigger boys than you up the old shit chute."

I slipped in the the last few inches.. "It's all in."

"I can tell," said Ludwig. "Your cock hairs are tickling my ass."

"Are you ready," I asked.

"How are you liking old Ludwig's hairy asshole so far?"

"It's real tight."

"Tighter than your fist?"

"Might be."

"Ready to throw a fuck into a man that reminds you of your grandpa."

"I reckon."

"I want you should do old Ludwig one more favor."

"What?"

While you're pumpin' my ass, would you reach around and play with my dick like you would your own? Would you do that for an old man?"

I reached around and took hold of his hard cock sticking out straight in front of him. I pilled the skin back and then pulled it up and over the expanded glans. I felt my own cock expand inside him as I manipulated his staff in my fingers. I imagined that my cock extended through him and I was playing with what came out the other side of him.

"C'mon, boy, ram that big cock up the old shitter and make me know it. God Damn! tickle that old prostate and make old Ludwig come!"

I came. And I came. Ludwig's tightened up on my cock and I throbbed Roman Candle bursts into that brown hole as I pressed into him. His hairy, scrawny ass flattened against my crotch and we were joined as tightly as two humans can be.

"A man's not a man till he's cum in another man." said old Ludwig. "You made it, boy. But still, a man's not a man till he's had a hard cock poked up his ass at least once."

Every time I think of that scene, I get another hard-on. Then I remember the next day when old Ludwig returned the favor.

I never have managed to come that hard again. If only Ludwig were here.

"The least busy day [at McDonalds] is Monday, and then sales increase throughout the week, I guess as enthusiasm for life dwindles."

small R^2 = externalities are much more important. (1.20 / 5) (#6)
by donnalee on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 10:01:44 PM EST



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hence the 8 month averages $ (none / 0) (#7)
by LilDebbie on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 10:14:32 PM EST



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pertinent to your interests (1.05 / 17) (#8)
by nateo on Sun Sep 04, 2011 at 11:10:33 PM EST

The two older Taylor boys were in bed playing with their dicks under the sheets.

"Hey, tonight is the night we see mom naked," whispered Randy as he inspected the two small holes he had drilled in their bedroom wall.

"You're a horny little fucker. I'm proud of you little brother," complemented Brad as he frigged his own dick.

"Hey quiet!" Randy whispered. "I hear Mom's shower."

The brothers rushed to the peep holes leading to their parent's bedroom. Shivers ran though the boys as they watched their sexy mother remove her white nightgown.

Unsnapping her white bra, Jill gave her sons an view of her firm, pink nippled breasts. Peeling off her panties, Jill uncovered her large matronly ass and hairy pussy. With her usual wiggle, Jill left her horny sons' view as she walked to her bathroom and shut the door.

After months of sneaking peaks, the cunning boys had finally gotten a real glimpse of their mother's ripe naked body. Their legs shaking with passion, the boys shot their loads of cum against the wall.

Dazed, they stumbled back to their beds and fell into a deep, mother fucking, dream filled sleep.

The next morning, the boys faked illness to stay home from school. Like always they conned their ever loving, ever understanding mom.

As they stroked their normal morning wood, the reality of fulfilling their all-time jerk-off fantasy now seemed like a dream.

"Did you see mom's tits? They looked so suckable," Brad moaned as he frigged his teenaged penis.

"Yeah. How about that hairy pussy. I'm going to fuck that someday," topped Randy.

"Hey quit dreaming, Mom would never let you fuck her," sneered Brad.

"You never know, I have a plan. I'm going to drug mom with her own sleeping pills."

"Randy, are you kidding, she's our mother. Besides Dad would kill us if he found out. Mom would freak out."

"I don't know, I think Mom likes to fuck. Remember how loud she moaned when Dad banged her last week," grinned Randy.

"No way, we can't do it," gasped Brad. "We'd be motherfuckers."

"Yeah way and today! Dad took Mark with him to Tool Time. Its now or never bro."

Just the thought of fucking their mom drove both boys crazy with lust. They jerked off with mother fucking visions in their heads.

"Randy, Brad, come down for breakfast," Jill yelled, unknowingly interrupting both her sons' frigging.

"Hey don't shoot," warned Randy. "You'll have a better place for your load. Remember our plan."

Stunned, Brad answered, "are you nuts, I thought you were kidding?"

"No way, see. I have Dad's sleeping pills. In an hour we'll be fucking mom," Randy bragged confidently.

Entering the kitchen, the boys checked out their sexy mom. Without makeup and in a ponytail Jill looked too young to have had three teenage boys.

Glancing down, the boys again could not help but remember their mom's voluptuous naked body the day before.

"Randy, why don't you pour the orange juice," Jill asked sweetly, as she sat at the table buttering the toast.

Randy's penis began to harden as he realized that his plan was falling into place. Walking to the refriger- ator, Randy filled three glasses.

As Brad distracted his Mom, Randy slipped the ground-up sleeping pills into his Jill's juice.

"Thanks Randy," smiled Jill before she sipped the juice.

The boys winked at each other as they watched their mom drink the drugged juice.

Within a few minutes, Jill began to nod her head. "Gee I'm still sleepy," yawned Jill. "I think I'll go back to bed for a while."

Unable to get up, Jill slouched over the table.

Tapping Jill's shoulder Randy asked, "Mom are you awake?"

Sensing no response Randy, inched his hand inside Jill's gown. Boldly, the horny boy felt up his mom's right, then left breast squeezing them and running his palms over her nipples. Randy felt dizzy with passion as he felt Jill's nipples harden between his groping fingers.

"Lets strip mom naked," begged Brad, driven by his raging hard-on.

"Not here, lets carry her to the den," suggested his equally horny brother.

Both boys eagerly carried their Mother to the sofa in the den. Gazing down at his innocently sleeping mom, Randy began to strip off his pajama bottoms and jockey shorts.

As Brad watched, Randy held his Mother in his arms as he kissed her gently. Parting her soft, wet lips with his tongue, Randy eagerly frenched his Jill. Reaching under her gown, Randy began to feel up his mom's panty covered mound.

"Hey, wait for me," complained Brad.

Together the boys lifted their mom's nightgown over her head.

Lowering his lips to Jill's breasts, Randy sucked on his mom's nipples, one at a time.

Bradley bent over and began fighting his brother to suck Jill's other breast. Snaking his hand in her white panties, Brad fingered his mom's hairy pussy.

"Hey look at all the hair," Randy said as he pulled Jill's panties down her smooth legs and then off over her feet.

Stripped naked, Jill looked even more sexy and fuckable than the boys had ever imagined. Both nipples were hard and spit soaked. Her pussy was left puckered and damp from her sons' probing fingers.

"Randy lets stop. This is our mother," whimpered the guilt ridden older brother.

"No way, coward, I'm going to fuck her," said Randy.

As Brad watched, Randy parted his mom's long, well fleshed legs. He lay on top of Jill's firm body and Reaching down, he began to rub his rock hard penis against the entrance of her soft, wet pussy.

Fulfilling his incestual dream, Randy slowly slid his incredibly hard teenage penis home. Savoring the moment, he looked down at his cock buried in his mom's cunt, it was just too much.

"Oh, yes, I'm a mother fucker," yelled Randy triumphantly.

In and out -- Randy began to fuck his sleeping mom. Jill's body shook from the relentless pounding to her pussy. Randy began to grunt in rhythm as he began to reach a wonderfully intense orgasm.

All of the commotion began to wake Jill from her drug induced sleep. Dazed, Jill was not sure whether she was awake or dreaming. Feeling the familiar pleasure of a hard penis in her pussy, Jill began to rotate her hips, unknowingly back at her son.

"Oh yes! yes! Tim fuck me. Fuck me hard," Jill moaned bucking back at her son's hard teenaged cock invaded her pussy.

"Mom's waking up. Lets get out of here," yelled a panicked Brad as he ran from the room, hiding just at the stairs, unable to leave the scene on the couch.

Overcome with passion, Randy ignored his brother. Driven by lust he banged away harder and harder, "Fuck yeah! God Mom I love you..."

This was too good to be true. His mom... He was fucking his mom!

Opening her eyes, a shocked Jill recognized Randy for the first time.

"Randy, STOP! What are you doing? I'm... oh, oh... I'm your mother," Jill moaned, as she thrashed around under her teenaged son's humping body.

"Sorry, mom. I can't... I need... you so bad!" replied her out-of-control son.

"Stop... please, please... Randy stoooooop! Pull out now baby before its too late! Don't come in me," begged Jill as she closed her eyes.

"Look at me... Mom... it's your son fucking you, I love you Mom!" answered Randy breathlessly.

"Oh no! Randy, baby, STOP... no please, God no," Jill screamed as she felt her own climax approaching.

"Oh mom, I'm cuuuming... Mom, I love you so, so much!" Randy cried as he pumped his hot teenaged come deep into his Mothers pussy.

The hard contractions of Randy' penis drove the Mother over the edge. She knew what he was doing, and even though she knew it was terribly wrong, the thought of her young child emptying his balls in her, the feel of his young cock thrusting between her swollen cunt lips pushed Jill into the most intense orgasm that she had ever experienced before. "God, please no, I can't..." panted Jill as she came with her son's cock emptied the last spurt of his come into his mother.

Randy kissed his mom deeply as they collapsed into each other's arms.

Laying motionless, Randy felt the last of his cum drip from his softening penis into his mom's hot, soaking wetness.

"Randy why... no, I mean... how did you do this!" cried a frantic Jill. "I'm you're mother, Randy. How could you fuck your mother!"

"Mom I've dreamed of fucking you all my life," Randy answered as he felt his penis slowly stiffen again.

"Randy this was so wrong. You forced me to commit incest with my own son, lectured Jill. Get off me, Randy get up!"

"No Mom, this was right. You give me a hard-on every time you're near me. Like now," the horny son moaned as he again began to fuck his penis in and out of Jill.

"No Randy, stop now...please, not again, never again," Jill screamed as she tried to push her son off her body.

The stronger Randy held his mom down and continued the loving assault of her body. Brad could see Randy's butt raising and lowering as he started to thrust into his Mother again in a desperate rutting anguish.

Resigned to her fate, Jill remained motionless as her middle son raped her.

Silently Randy gazed at Jill's tearful face. Fully awake, his mom was much more satisfying to fuck.

Slowly, Randy noticed her expression change from fear and guilt to undeniable passion. Her heavy breathing changed to a low-pitched moaning.

Rock hard, Randy felt his mom's hips began to rotate under him. Encouraged, Randy fucked her harder and harder.

Jill responded by bucking up and down to meet each of her son's thrusts.

"Randy, fuck me, fuck your mom! God, yes harder, I'm cummmmming... yes, mother's cummmmming," screamed Jill as she came around her son's ejaculating penis.

Sobbing Jill held her son tightly. Bradley looked down at the slimy come soaked cock in his had. This wasn't fair, he thought. He walked over to the clinging couple lying spent on the couch, and pulled his little brother of the object of his lust...

And nothing was ever the same at the Taylor House.


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"I'm so gonna travel the world, photographing my dick at every location."
  - Vampire Zombie Abu Musab al Zarqawi

Laffer curve (1.12 / 8) (#10)
by Lexx Core on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 02:32:22 AM EST

You forgot it.

not relevant to this analysis $ (none / 0) (#11)
by LilDebbie on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 02:34:04 AM EST



My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

[ Parent ]
It is a part (1.20 / 5) (#13)
by Lexx Core on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 09:17:50 AM EST

Of Keysian economics and Reaganomics used it as well. The unemployment rate is calculated by it apparently. So basically you are saying the unemployment rate is not part of your economic analysis?

[ Parent ]
It's not part of Keynesian economics (none / 1) (#14)
by Nimey on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 09:32:38 AM EST

it's merely something trotted out by non-understanding Reaganites (pbuh) whenever they think it's time to whine about taxes on rich people being too high.
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Never mind, it was just the dog cumming -- jandev
You Sir, are an Ignorant Motherfucker. -- Crawford
I am arguably too manic to do that. -- Crawford
I already fuck my mother -- trane
Nimey is right -- Blastard
i am in complete agreement with Nimey -- i am a pretty big deal

[ Parent ]
It is (1.20 / 5) (#16)
by Lexx Core on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 10:28:21 AM EST

Laffer curve

The Laffer curve is associated with supply-side economics, where its use in debates over rates of taxation has also been controversial. The Laffer curve was popularized by Jude Wanniski in the 1970s, with Wanniski naming the curve after the work of Arthur Laffer. Laffer later pointed out that the concept was not original, noting similar ideas in the writings of both 14th century North African polymath Ibn Khaldun (who discussed the idea in his 1377 Muqaddimah) and John Maynard Keynes.[1] Numerous other historical precedents also exist.

Keynes as you know came up with Keysian economics and used the Laffer Curve even if supply side uses it as well.


[ Parent ]

Wrong (none / 1) (#17)
by Nimey on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 11:26:44 AM EST

"similar ideas" can mean just about anything.
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Never mind, it was just the dog cumming -- jandev
You Sir, are an Ignorant Motherfucker. -- Crawford
I am arguably too manic to do that. -- Crawford
I already fuck my mother -- trane
Nimey is right -- Blastard
i am in complete agreement with Nimey -- i am a pretty big deal

[ Parent ]
I demand a link to (1.42 / 7) (#12)
by schlouse on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 04:22:17 AM EST

Inside the Professional Masturbation Tour: An Interview with LilDebbie.  It's relevant to this article.

As requested by mumble: (1.50 / 4) (#18)
by LilDebbie on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 11:29:35 AM EST

Spread% and ΔGDP% with labeled X-axis

It's kinda hard to tell where exactly the the dates line up and for some reason OpenOffice isn't letting me mess with the hash marks. I can see the various options for configuring, but they're all greyed out and stuck on automatic configuration. Yet another failure for open sores.

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

+1 FP, VIGOROUS, THOROUGH COLLECTION OF (1.62 / 8) (#22)
by Zombie Tyler Durden on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 01:49:24 PM EST

BONER INDUCING GAY PORN IN COMMENTS. THAT ALONE IS WORTH PRESERVING.

DroPPiN Da DeuCe HarDz Kkk0re

+1FP, all so-called USians need to kill themselves (3.00 / 3) (#23)
by Enlarged to Show Texture on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 02:17:25 PM EST




"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do." -- Isaac Asimov
USia sucks, no film at -11 or otherwise $ (none / 0) (#24)
by Enlarged to Show Texture on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 02:18:03 PM EST




"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do." -- Isaac Asimov
[ Parent ]
THIS IS GOING TO MAKE SECTION (2.00 / 6) (#28)
by Zombie Tyler Durden on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 06:05:23 PM EST

JUST BY VIRTUE OF THE NUMBER OF COMMENTS AND THE SCORING OF THEM

LMAO LOL

DroPPiN Da DeuCe HarDz Kkk0re

one can hope (none / 1) (#29)
by LilDebbie on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 06:21:08 PM EST

lolling @ sye's -1

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

[ Parent ]
Where Keynes Failed: An Empirical Analysis Of A (1.20 / 15) (#31)
by cockskin horsesuit on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 06:59:33 PM EST

Scatological Conclusion
* * *

"LilDebbie, where did you learn to suck dick like that? I've never cum so much in my life, boy. That was amazing. I thought I was going to drain my entire bollocks into your face." I simply laid on top of my father, my head resting upon his hairy beergut that heaved up and down in heavy breaths, sucking the last few drops of his precious cum from his softening dick. My own cock was throbbing, aching for a release of its own, but I ignored it, my mind still reeling from the inundation of senses I was feeling.

"It's your turn next, son," purred my father as he gently stroked my face with his large, powerful hand.

    "You have an incredible cock, dad," I said, looking into his dark brown eyes that gazed at me, dreamy and satiated. "I sucked a lot of dicks in college, but none come close to yours."

"It's a pretty damn fine cock, I'll say that much. But I think it's yours we need to worry about now, son. It's looking pretty fucking angry, and I'm eager to taste my boy's seed in my mouth. Lay on your back, son."

I hauled myself from on top of his powerful body and lay out on the ground. My six inches, not as thick as my father's but still more than a mouthful for many, lay on my stomach, leaking clear fluid onto my hair-swathed, defined abs.

"You have a beautiful body, LilDebbie. And a beautiful cock, too."

"69 me, dad. I want that dick and those huge hairy bull-balls in my face while you suck me. I want to get you hard again, because I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, dad." At this, dad crawled up my torso on his hands and knees, gazing down at me with eyes brimming over with love. He then forcefully kissed me, his tongue pushing its way deep into my mouth, tasting his own fluids in his son's mouth. Breaking the kiss, he then changed positions until his knees were straddling my head, and his now-flaccid horsedick was swinging tantalisingly close to my face. Behind it, his two swollen nuts sagged low in their generous sac, wrapped in thick black fur.

Suddenly, my cock was bathed in the warmth of my father's mouth, and I could feel his goatee brushing against my groin. He'd taken my entire cock in one go, and I could feel that my head was lodged firmly in his throat, and he was having no problems administering a good hard suction along my thick, rigid shaft.

"Not too fast, dad. I'm already fit to bust a nut, and I want this to last. I want you hard again by the time I cum." My father didn't reply, by instead just eased up on the suction a little, and concentrated more on slowly lapping his tongue up and down the sides of my shaft as he slid it in and out of his throat.

I reached up and grabbed my father's firm, round hairy buttocks. Pulling down on them slightly, dad thrust his hips downwards and I once again found my face buried in his groin, his soft tube of flesh lolling over the side of my face as his bollocks rolled around my forehead. His crotch smelt muskier now than before, the exertion from his mammoth orgasm smelling strongly around the base of his cock. I began to gently run my tongue through the coarse pubic hair, acrid with fresh sweat and the faint taste of his seed, until I came at last to his balls. I figured out in the logical part of my mind that it was virtually impossible to fit both of them in my mouth at once, but I wanted to make my father so proud of me, and to make sure that he always came back for more. Sucking first one into my mouth, I rolled it around, sucking hard on it as dad groaned noisily with pleasure from between my own legs. As I did this, I felt the first twitch from his cock, and it began to slowly expand, elongating down the side of my chin as I feasted upon my father's ball.

Letting his ball slide from my mouth for a moment, I slicked up my right index finger with the glut of saliva that was collecting in my mouth, and as I sucked his bollock back between my lips, I slowly sank my finger through his pursing sphincter.

"Oh yeah... LilDebbie... Ohhh..." Cried my father, pulling off my dick in ecstatic surprise as my entire finger was engulfed into his soft warm chute, before quickly sucking my stumpy club back into his mouth. He was getting really turned on again now, as his dick was almost at its full thirteen inches and began to hoist itself from off my chin in jerking throbs. Slowly, I pulled my finger back out from his furry hole, and then pressed two fingers to his tight entrance. I felt him relax to allow me re-entry, and once again I slid into him in one smooth, slick motion that had him groaning with delight.

I gazed at my father's beautiful ass as I opened up his fleshy bud with my fingers. The day before I'd almost ran in horror from the sight of it when I had almost accidentally walked into it in the tent, and now here I was plunging my fingers deep inside it, marvelling at the two firm fur-swathed buttocks.

As he continued working on my cock, running his tongue over its length and lapping up the constant flow of precum, I slowly finger-fucked his hole. Soon he was driving his hips backwards in small movements to meet my inward pushes, gaining that little bit of extra depth to each thrust. Before long I was working a third finger inside of him to his long moans of delight that vibrated through my glans and down through my shaft.

With my other hand, I decided to attempt both of my father's monstrous bollocks in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could on the one that was already inside my mouth, pulling it far to the back of my throat, and then using my hand I began stuffing the second one in past my lips. After a little while, it suddenly gave and my cheeks ballooned, my mouth crammed with my father's testes.

Dad was now panting in short bursts as he sucked on my cock, and his fully bloated thirteen inches were dribbling precum onto my chest, adding to the sticky mess of cum and saliva that was already smeared across it from his previous load.

"Give me your fourth finger, son," dad panted as I began vigorously sucking on those oversized bollocks, my tongue running over their hairy surface. I did as I was asked, gently adding my fourth finger to the three already penetrating my father, opening his tight ring further still. He pushed his ass back hard onto my fingers, almost pulling his balls from my mouth, and cried out once more as sensations flooded over him.

Unable to wait any longer, I pulled dad's balls from my mouth, and jammed my four fingers hard into his ass.

"Fuck me, dad. Give me your cock." Dad pulled off my cock once more, gasping for breath.

"But you haven't cum yet, son. I want to taste your cum."

"You will, but I can't wait any longer. I need you inside me." I pulled my fingers slowly from within my father, and he turned back around until he was knelt over me once again. Kissing me deeply, whilst pushing his hard length into my groin, he began to hump my crotch, our two dicks rubbing past each other as he pumped his hips.

"I'll lay on my back, son. I want to see my cock disappearing in your ass. But I'll need to lube you up first. Wait here a second." He climbed off me and walked into the tent, returning shortly with a small bottle of lube. "I thought I was just going to be using this for a couple of private wanks this week. I'm glad I brought this along now."

Dad laid back down on the soft grass, and as I crawled in between his parted legs and began playing with his hefty balls, he started to slick up his fat pole until it was glistening with the clear liquid.

"Come here, boy. We'll need to grease you up, too. Bend over me." I stood astride his head, and bending my knees slightly, stretched all the way forward, and reached back, parting my firm cheeks to fully expose my hair-fringed sphincter. "Oh, son, you've got a beautiful ass. Are you a virgin?"

"No, but my regular fuck buddy had a really thin, long cock, so I've never really been opened up." As I spoke, dad applied the first glob of cold lube to my ass, smearing it around my puckering bud, before suddenly slipping his finger past my clasped entrance, and I call out in surprise and wonderment, the same as my father had done when I did it to him. "I just want your cock up their, dad. I don't care how long it takes, but I want that fat beast to be the one to really open me up."

"That's my boy, LilDebbie. There's nothing I like better than the feeling of a really nice, fat dick splitting my hole wide open. You really do take after me in so many ways." With that I stood up again, and positioned my lube-smeared hole above dad's thirteen-inch monster, which he was holding bolt upright, targeting my quivering sphincter.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to lower myself onto my dad's stiff pole. As my bud connected with the blunt tip of dad's glans, I shivered with anticipation. Then, relaxing myself as much as possible and pushing out with my ass muscles, I pushed downwards with a short, slow stroke.

It was incredible. The coating of clear grease on my father's fat head gave it just enough lubrication to slide through my relaxed ring without pulling, but I was able to feel every sensation as I was slowly opened wider and wider by the flaring head. I hungrily continued my descent upon his throbbing prong, and as my ring became almost stretched to capacity, his head suddenly slid completely inside me, with my sphincter closing tight around the end of my dad's shaft, locking his head within my warm passage with my strong teenage assring.

"Aww, fuck dad. That feels incredible," I moaned as I got used to the feeling of such a huge intrusion inside me. Rand Paul had been a good fuck, and the only other person to ever fully fuck me, and so having my dad's thick club driving inside me was a completely new and wonderful experience.

"You're telling me, son. You've got the tightest ass I've had in a long time. You're almost pulling your old man's fat mushroom head off my shaft with that tight little ring of yours. Now, play with your dad's tits as you take the rest of my monster. Come on. Your dad loves his fuck-buddies squeezing his tits while he's fucking and getting fucked, and you're the best fuck-buddy of all. I can't get over your ass, boy. Come on, slide all the way down your old man's greased up pole, right to the fucking hilt."

I adjusted my position so that I was no longer squatting upon my feet, but, being careful not to put too much pressure on where I'd hit my right knee-cap, actually on my knees, astride my father, with his huge head jammed into my tight, hot hole. As I reached down and began pinching dad's nipples between my fingers, I lowered myself further down his dick, panting and groaning as inch after glorious fat inch disappeared inside me. Dad was also moaning, and telling me what a great ass I had, and how he felt like shooting his load right there, even though around eight inches of his thick rod were still not inside me.

"Don't even think about it, dad. I want to ride this cock, and have you ride me, until I'm too sore to walk. Then I want your load inside me." To emphasise my point, I squeezed dad's tits as hard as I could between my fingers for a second, even digging my nails a little way into the fleshy nibs, intending for him to recoil in pain.

Instead, dad threw his head back and arched his back violently as he almost rocketed towards a glorious orgasm within that split second. His drummed his arms against the firm earth, gasping for breath as he fought to control himself.

Suddenly, his right hand clipped against the side of my left knee, the one that I had cut open the day before. I'd been careful not to put too much pressure on it as I sank down onto dad's cock, but the sudden jolt of pain caused me to involuntarily kick my leg away from his hand, which meant out from beneath me.

Almost instantly, I fell straight downwards, completely impaling myself upon the entire thirteen inches of my father's tool, those remaining eight inches that I had not yet engulfed sliding into me in a second. The base was even wider than the huge flange of my father's glans, but my ring simply opened up in my distracted state, sliding me all the way down to his hairy ballsac.

I cried out in what I expected to be the sheer torturous agony of his dick tearing me apart, but it was in fact a howl of pure ecstasy as I now rushed unstoppably towards involuntary climax. I punched a great slug of cum clean over my father's chest and head, landing with a wet slap onto the grass about two metres away as I continued to bay loudly. As my second volley plastered dad's face, he began to scream through gritted teeth, the two of us crying out as my father's own climax was triggered once more. Suddenly, as my third wad of cum splattered onto dad's chest, he arched his back stiffly for the second time, and that fat prong buried deep within me felt as though it grew to twice its size, before I was suddenly flooded by warmth.

The two of us came uncontrollably, howling and screaming into the still forest air. I managed to stay on top of my father only because of the massive column of cock that was driven through the very centre of me, bloating my guts with an immeasurable volume of his jizz. Soon enough, my ass was unable to hold any more of my father's copious and potent seed and the tight seal created by dad's vascular cock and my tight sphincter built up a pressure so great that the excess came squirting out from within me at incredible speed. It ran over dad's crotch and lower stomach like a river, and as our orgasms faded to dulled euphoria, I saw that dad was now lying in literally a pool of his own seed.

"Fucking hell, boy, I thought you said you wanted to take it slowly. But when you took the rest of this fat cock and you started cumming and clenching tight around your old man's dick, I couldn't help myself."

"I didn't mean to, dad. You hit my bad knee by accident and I lost my balance. I thought I was going to be seriously injured, taking all of that cock in one go, but instead it felt amazing. You still feel amazing, as I feel you slowly softening inside me." I wiggled around on my father's groin and clenched my ass around his length, trying to milk the last few drops of cum from his bollocks. As I did so, dad ran his fingers through the ropes of cum that I had streaked his face and furry body with, occasionally bringing his fingers to his lips and eating my seed.

"I'm literally running on empty now, son. You must have taken almost a quart of cum in your mouth and ass today, and I'm not superhuman." Dad then sat up so that I was now sat facing him on his lap, and we pulled each other to ourselves tightly and kissed, rubbing the thick splattering of cum between our furry chests and stomachs. Dad's cock began sliding from me, shrinking back to its flaccid state, unable to give any more cum to my hungering body. Above us, the sky was now a deep red, and it was getting late. "Well, boy, I think it's about time we headed off to sleep. Half a bottle of whiskey and some damn hot sex are two of the most exhausting things I know of. But we'd better get cleaned up first."

I began rising to my feet, feeling the last of dad's now soft shaft slide from my stretched hole, and lingered for a moment as I savoured the feeling of that fat, fleshy head tugging at my ring, before pulling completely free, disconnecting from my father. As I stood, my sphincter twitched and pursed as a cold breeze whispered over my cum-drenched crack. My body felt intensely empty, dad's massive club of a dick leaving a void within me that ached to be filled, even though I felt thoroughly spent.

Brothers incest
We strolled down to the pool together, my dad's hand resting lightly upon my firm butt, and we entered the clear water, warmed by the day's sun, and cleaned our bodies of the sweat and cum that coated us both. My head was swimming with the whiskey that I had drunk and the post-coital euphoria that still eddied through my veins, and I was now aware of the intense need for sleep.

"It's a damn shame I never got to take all of that load in my mouth, son. You taste as good as your old man's cum," my father remarked as he sluiced water over his naked, stocky form, grinning at me.

"We have the rest of the week for that, dad."

After drying and quickly packing up the scattered items from our day's activities and our evening's sex, we retreated to the tent. Dad slid into his sleeping bag and moved to one side, holding it open, offering for me to join him. Gladly, I slid in next to my father, facing him, and our bodies were forced closely together by the cramped space of the single sleeping bag. With our heads resting on the small pillow, we tenderly kissed; my face tickled by my father's thick, neatly trimmed goatee as his tongue lightly probed my mouth.

After a little while, as the evening light quickly dimmed, I turned over onto my other side and dad spooned my, pressing his groin into me. His soft, fleshy cock nuzzled into my crack and one large, powerful arm snaked around my chest, holding me close to his. Within minutes, my father was lightly snoring, and I was soon to join him.

The next day came quickly, and my eyes sleepily opened as my brain slowly powered up, thudding slightly with a dull hangover. I noted that the two of us were still in exactly the same position as we had fallen asleep in, although dad's arm was now lying around my waist, his hand resting over my cock, stiff with morning glory. The light coming through the tent was still only weak, putting the time at around half five in the morning, and it was quite chilly, as the dawn had not yet arrived. Behind me, dad was still asleep, as he was making low whistling noises through his nose as he breathed.

I then realised that dad's cock was also hard, but was wedged between my legs; his glans nestled up against my balls. I tensed my thighs, squeezing his shaft a little, and moaned a little in his sleep and thrust his hips a little against me. I reached back around me and felt dad's thick shaft. It was amazingly hard, and my index finger lightly traced over one of the thick veins that snaked over its surface. Dad's snoring had stopped, but small whimpers and groans were issuing from his throat as he slowly humped me in his sleep.

I moved off his cock, scooting forward a little way until his head was resting against my hole. It was beginning to leak precum, and as I lay there, dad's humping cock began slathering my crack with his juices. Before long, his head began to push its way through a little, and I reached back, pulling on my cheek to allow more his head to easily jab in and out of me as he sleep-fucked me. I began to slide back a little way too, and as the fat roundness of his head once again completely entered me, dad's humping motion stopped, and I lay still, simply enjoying the feeling of my father's glans within me, not wanting to wake him.

Then, dad's arm snaked around my waist, as he began trying to pull me into him. I resisted, not wanting to be pulled all the way onto his dry cock, but he still managed to pull me onto around three more inches of his shaft, making me yelp as it pulled on my dry ass, and dad began to shift, waking up.

"Hey boy, what are you up to?" dad asked groggily as he reached down and felt that five inches of his dick were already embedded in his son.

"Sorry dad, I didn't want to wake you, but you were rock solid, and I woke up hard, and..."

"Nothing to apologise for, son. I've always got wood in the morning, too. It's a shame to let it go to waste. Plus last night was over a bit too quick for my liking." Dad leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck tenderly as he pulled from within me. "But you'll never be able to take me dry, boy," he stated as his head plopped free from my hole, slapping up against his stomach.

As I fumbled about in dad's rucksack, looking for the bottle of lube he had used last night, dad undid the sleeping bag fully, opening it out to expose our hard naked forms. I found the lube and returned to my father's side, and leant over, kissing him good morning.

"You really are as horny as your old man, boy. There's not many people I know that shoot a load like you did last night, and then come back wanting more first thing the next morning, especially after drinking a bottle of whiskey between us." I smiled, flushing with colour at my father's compliments. "Now let's see if we can't make this even better than last night."

Dad rolled onto his back, and I knelt beside him, applying a thin coating of lube to his great pole with one hand as my other played with his nipple. I now knew that his tits were one of his big G-spots, couple with the fact that they could take a lot of abuse whilst only getting him hotter. It had been what caused our premature eruptions that night before, after all.

"Yeah, boy. Your old man really likes his tits being played with. Really turns me on. Now come and sit on your dad's cock, son; get fucked by this monster." I straddled my father's crotch, and at once plunged down onto his dick. His massive head re-entered me, and I groaned long and loud as I slowly sank down onto half of his fat shaft. Pulling up until only the head was inside me, I sat back down, until I had three-quarters of that pole inside me. Pulling his shaft from within me once more, I squeezed my ring as tightly as I could as I forced myself onto the entire thing. "Fuck, boy, that's one tight ass you've got. Squeeze your old man's fuck pole. You take this monster like a pro, son. Now I'm going to lay you on your back and fuck you with this thing."

Dad supported my back as he lowered me backwards onto the ground as he sat up, readjusting his legs until he was knelt between my splayed legs, still completely embedded inside my chute. He bent over me, kissing me hard as I grabbed onto his nipples and pulled them towards me, and dad began to retract his rod from my ass. When he was halfway out, he suddenly plunged back into me, and as he repeated his strokes again and again, he would pull out a little father each time, until I was having that entire shaft pulled from inside me, then driven back home again.

Dad soon slipped into a strong, brisk rhythm, and I lolled my head back on the ground, moaning and telling dad how good it was feeling. His fat thirteen inches of rock-hard dick were pounding my ass as I played with dad's nipples, making him fuck me harder and faster. Dad then began to pump my cock with his hand in time to his long fast strokes, and the two of us filled the tent with the sound of our fucking. Dad's hairy low-hangers slapped noisily in time to his strokes against my buttocks as I panted for breath.

"That's my boy, LilDebbie. Take your dad's big cock. Yeah... Just like your old man, loving that dick inside him, drilling his guts. You want my load inside you bad, don't you, boy? Yeah... Tell your dad how much you want me to fill you up with my slime."

"Oh fuck, dad. Pummel my hole with that thing. Ohhh... give me your cum, dad. Let me take your load. Ungh... Damn, you're so fucking hot." I continued telling my dad how good it felt, and how much I wanted his load as our fucking continued at a frantic pace. My dad was able to control when he came amazingly, as was I to a degree, but after fifteen minutes of those long strokes in and out of my passage I had to pull dad's hand off my cock to stop myself from shooting.

"Your old man can fuck like a real master, son. I can keep this up for as long as I want, and your ass is too hot to waste. Squeeze your dad's dick with your ring, son, milk my cock for that jizz. Make me blow in your guts." By now we were both coated in thick films of sweat, and the tent felt like a sauna. My dad's nipples were now red and bloated from my abuse to them, and as dad leant over me, his whole body driving that incredible horsedick into me, fat drops of sweat rained from his face and chest onto me.

His face was twisted with ecstasy, his brow furrowed deeply and hips lips taut and parted as he stroked in and out of me, hissing his hot breath onto my face through clenched teeth. His breaths soon began to turn into strangled groans, which then became powerful growls as he once again clutched his hand around my throbbing six inches and built up to orgasm. As I pinched his nipples as hard as I could, I felt my balls pulling up tight against the root of my fat cock, and my panting became louder, more forceful as dad increased the pace of his fucking, roaring through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed onto mine.

"Shoot... On your dad... Ungh... Unghh... Son..." Dad roared through his teeth at me as I felt my boiling load suddenly rushing towards release. Dad felt my sphincter tighten incredibly, sending him over the edge, and as he pointed my dick to his face, he plunged into me one last time.

Dad opened his mouth just in time as a long rope of jizz shot from my gaping slit, streaking him across his cheek and in his mouth as his own dick bucked violently within my ass, and I once again felt his white-hot slime surging into my guts.

Dad was panting hard, his mouth gaping as he bent down as near to my cock as possible, catching my second blast square in the mouth, as another flood of cum poured from his own deeply-buried rod. Dad swallowed down my gluey wad as he began quickly pulling out from me, filling the void with his third load as he did so. My own cock continued to unload itself onto my chest as dad laid his huge tool beside my own, and his fourth load came streaking up my stomach and chest in a thick white torrent. It was a huge volume, and splashed onto my body as dad jacked his cock hard in time to the pulsing jet of jizz.

I was already holding what felt like a gallon of his gummy slime in my abused chute, but it just kept cumming, eight huge wads in total, before it slowed to steady ooze of cum.

I was drenched with dad's seed; my entire torso had some quantity of my father's jizz covering it, and it ran down my sides onto the open sleeping bag. I had cum impressively myself, my orgasm lasting for almost as long, but I had only managed to shoot, at most, half the volume that my father had, which wasn't taking into account the loads that slopped around within me either.

Dad fell onto me, exhausted and slick with sweat, coating his chest and belly with his cum as we kissed, tasting my own bitter cum in his mouth. We were both completely depleted of our juices and had been fucking for more than twenty minutes solidly. My ass felt totally ravaged by those immense thirteen inches, and I began to feel the warm trickle of my father's cum seeping from the stretched, violated ring as we both drifted back to sleep.

Neither of us woke before eleven after our major fuck session, and when we did we were literally stuck to the sleeping bag and each other by the dried cum that was everywhere.

Peeling ourselves apart, and off from the sleeping bag, and walked down to the pool to wash ourselves off. It was only seven o'clock by this time, and the water had cooled down considerably overnight, and by the time we'd managed to clean our bodies from the dried-on semen, we were both shivering and gasping for breath.

After getting the fire lit once again, we cooked our lunch and ate in the nude, gazing freely at each other's bodies. After lunch, we got dressed and hiked down the valley for the afternoon, holding hands as we walked and talked, enjoying the peace of the forest and our close intimacy.

For the rest of the week we would have sex almost every morning and evening, and I was soon getting used to handling dad's enormous tool, both in my mouth and in my ass. On the last evening of our trip, dad asked me to fuck him for the first time.

I was thrilled that he had asked me, as I enjoyed fucking as much as I enjoyed getting fucked. As dad knelt by the campfire on all fours in the mellow evening light, I mounted his round, furry ass and slowly drove my thick six inches into him, and it felt incredible.

By the end of college, Rand's ass had become somewhat slack from my almost daily assaults upon it, but as I slid inside my father, he gripped my cock almost painfully tight with his fleshy ring. I began jabbing him with my stubby beercan-thick prong to the sound of him groaning and telling me how good it felt to have his son ride his ass, spurring me on to drive my cock deeper inside him with each thrust. I fucked dad hard and fast for ten minutes as he pumped his hard, dripping tool and then he turned over onto his back, and for five minutes I frantically rode him, my hips pumping in short thrusts as we kissed.

As I raced towards orgasm, I began mashing dad's tits between my fingers, and as I started to fill my dad up with my load, I bent down to his own cock, which was now bucking as he too began to shoot. His incredible length allowed me to remain completely inside him, but at the same time I was able to suck his head into my mouth as his first wad came streaming from his slit. I swallowed hard and fast as my own climax peaked and trailed off, and concentrated on taking every last drop of his seed down my throat. After his first two volleys, I pulled out from his ass, still dribbling threads of jizz, and plunged down onto his rod, his third, fourth and fifth blasts shooting straight into my gullet as he gripped my head tightly with both hands, feeding me his cream.

I fell from his pole, coughing and gasping for breath as he pumped out the rest of his load onto his stomach, but I quickly began lapping it up, making sure that I cleaned every last drop from his hairy beergut as dad milked his dick in slow hard squeezes.

"That's a fine dick you've got on you son. It felt so damned hot, having my son plug away at my ass with his fat tool, I could hardly hold off shooting. And you took my loads like an expert, boy. Your dad's real proud of you." He pulled me to him, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, tasting his jizz, and we lay out in the open, naked by the dying campfire as it crept towards our last night out in the woods together.

The following morning we resisted the temptation to fuck and suck, needing our energy to get us back through the woods and to the car. Dad pulled on his jeans, leaving his jockstrap off, and I was able to see the denim bulging with those two fat bollocks, while his fat sausage snaked teasingly down one leg.

Dad was unusually quiet on the way back through the woods, and as I tried to get conversations going with little success, I became worried that now we were heading back to the real world, he began regretting what we had done.

"Dad, are you ashamed of what we did this week?" Dad stopped in his tracks, looking shocked that I had asked such a question, then smiled broadly as he pulled me to him in a tight bearhug.

"No, son. I don't regret it for a moment. But I'm worried about keeping it a secret. A lot of people don't understand what we're doing, and think that it's very wrong. You know that as well as I do. I'm concerned about whether it will be obvious, or that we're going to have to lie to our friends. We can't assume that anyone will accept our feelings for each other." His words made sense, and as we continued walking, we did so in silence, our actions weighing heavily on our minds, but not on our hearts.

A few hours later we got back to the car. There was also a pickup parked in the dusty lay-by now, and we both exchanged a slightly worried glance to each other. Although it was incredibly unlikely, we both knew that we weren't the only ones who enjoyed deep-forest camping trips, and that we might not have been as alone as we had thought.

But as we got into the car and headed for home, we forgot about the pickup. We lived far enough away for it not to be an issue, and by the time we hit the freeway we were chatting away like any normal father and son.

The only difference was that my hand rested on my father's thigh for the rest of the drive home.

+1fp based solely on comments (2.62 / 8) (#32)
by Marvin Suggs on Mon Sep 05, 2011 at 09:16:58 PM EST

I'm not really interested in Dickens' stories.
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+1FP Breathtaking faggotry from all participants (2.14 / 7) (#33)
by schlouse on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 01:02:25 AM EST



If only Keynesian strategies were adopted: (2.75 / 12) (#34)
by Wen Jian on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 07:21:45 AM EST

Printing money and giving it straight to the banks like our governments have done unfortunately doesn't count. Describing this as Keynesian policy is cheap propaganda which relies upon people's understanding of Keynes as being "Dat's when de gummint done spends money!"

It does seems a bit stupid the way things have gone. By bailing out the banks, the governments have shouldered the debt that the banks held, and now the same banks won't lend to the governments because of the debt they're holding. If the governments had said 'fuck the banks' and bailed out the people whose savings and mortgages were threatened, governments could have broken the armlock that the financials have had them in for the last 30 years, and would have achieved something a little bit closer to a Keynesian distribution - the old banks, ineffective and dangerous, would have fallen, and new banking business would have started up to provide services to the ordinary people who needed to put their savings (rescued by the governments) somewhere. These new banks would have been in a state closer to perfect competition and would have been much easier for the governments to exercise control over through legislation.

The only question I can't answer is 'how much more expensive would it have been to bail out individuals, instead of banks? I expect that there  was some element of economies of scale; that is  giving an at-risk bank a billion would save a few billions of savings, investments and mortgages. However we wouldn't have given the banks the gun that they're now holding to our heads.
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Austrians and business cycles (3.00 / 2) (#35)
by Delirium on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 08:16:03 AM EST

My understanding is that Austrian economists do think that business cycles are caused by cycles of monetary expansion through credit, but they don't specifically limit this to government monetary expansion; they also blame private-sector fractional-reserve banking for the result. To solve the problem, if they're correct, the government would have to actually prohibit fractional-reserve banking (i.e. mandate a 100% reserve ratio), not just reduce intervention in the economy.

Incorrect (none / 1) (#38)
by LilDebbie on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 09:19:38 AM EST

Banking cartels that manufacture an expansion of credit can have much the same effect as a government doing so. See the Panic of 1837.

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wait, isn't that what I said (none / 1) (#39)
by Delirium on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 01:08:32 PM EST

My post was pointing out that in Austrian theory, the expansion doesn't have to come from government, and indeed might happen even without any government intervention.

[ Parent ]
No (none / 1) (#40)
by greengrass on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 02:08:26 PM EST

That's exactly the opposite of what you didn't say.

[ Parent ]
sorry i thought you said ''do'' (none / 0) (#44)
by LilDebbie on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 09:20:15 PM EST

i blame the lack of caffeine at that hour

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[ Parent ]
intervention is causal or merely preemtive? (none / 1) (#36)
by horseskin spacesuit on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 08:28:48 AM EST





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obviously i cannot prove causality (none / 1) (#37)
by LilDebbie on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 09:13:42 AM EST

this being economics and all, but given the fact both parts of the cycle strongly correlate should lend more credence to the likelihood of a causal relationship.

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[ Parent ]
Depressions cause the development of time travel (none / 1) (#41)
by Pentashagon on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 02:29:34 PM EST

in order to affect prior monetary policy to sustain the liberal bias of reality.

[ Parent ]
Where is the "rate all at 3" button? $ (1.20 / 5) (#42)
by Pentashagon on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 05:09:57 PM EST



Pedosnuff Rampage (1.09 / 11) (#45)
by Zombie Kitten on Tue Sep 06, 2011 at 09:24:27 PM EST

Ian was playing basketball. He was wearing his favorite black tank-top and a pair of nylon shorts. His muscular built arms were bulging, and his chest and abs were sweaty and pumped. His 14 inch cock was hard in his shorts and he felt like fucking something tight and young. He knew there was a nearby playground where he'd picked up young stuff to fuck and kill in the past. He thought he'd go over and prowl the park for little boys and girls when he was through working his bod. He finished up and jogged to the playground. He saw a young boy, about 11 years old, blond hair, and bright green eyes, smooth and very pre-pubescent, playing with a tether ball by himself. He was about 4 feet 3 inches tall, probably around 70lbs, if that. He was a tiny, adorable thing. Ian stood 6,7 tall, was about 200 pounds of ultra lean muscle. He rubbed his growing cock through his shorts, watching the tiny boy play innocently by himself, what an easy piece of meat to target. Sometimes his victims just fell into his lap, this one was a little old for his taste, but Ian could make it work, he always made it work when it came to his cock. He walked over to the boy, his taller frame casting an intimidating shadow over the small child. "Hey Kiddo." The boy looked up a bit startled at the much larger, older, stronger, boy. "Hey mister..." the boy almost whispered. Ian looked around, there were no witnesses, and there was a tool shack over near the swing-set, the boys little blue backpack sat near the shed also, "perfect," Ian whispered out loud. The boys eyes widened as Ian peeled his shirt off, his huge pectorals and ripped 8 pack abs glistening with sweat and bulging with pure muscular strength.

He reached down casually and grabbed the little 11 year old, "time to meet your maker baby.." Ian chuckled as he carried the squirming, squealing boy into the shed, he kicked the backpack inside too and shut the door. He dropped the tiny boy on the ground and opened his backpack, inside were just some 6th grade books, cute little books with his name on them, "Oliver." Ian ripped the books to shreds in front of the tiny little kid, "after I finish with you here.... Oliver.... You won't exist anymore." The boy's tiny face contorted into a tearful grimace of fear.

Ian pulled his shorts down and removed his shoes and socks, he was standing now in his boxer-briefs, which left little to the 11 year olds imagination. As he peeled the bulging tight white briefs off, his 14 inch monster sprung from his boxers, and almost hit the tiny kid in the face.

Ian wasted no time in getting his load out, he picked the 11 year old up and started rubbing him against his cock, the boy whimpered and cried

but Ian loved this best, next to listening to them choke, gag, cry, and die, on his cock. He tore the little boy's clothes off, and pulled his hair till

his face was up against the huge monster rod. "you're gonna suck my boy-killer kiddo." Ian forced the little kid's mouth open and shoved his

cock all the way down his tiny throat, he felt the kid's chest bulging and struggling to fight the cock that was essentially crushing him to death.

"Fuck little guy, I'm gonna fucking destroy you with this monster, too bad you're not gonna live to see your fucking 12th birthday, I just love

killing little kids like you." The boy was barely struggling anymore, his tiny hands were wrapped gently around the giant manly, rough and

ravaging, cock, which Ian was mercilessly ramming deep into Oliver's throat. Ian felt the cum coursing through his veins as he threw his head back, he grabbed Oliver's small neck and flexed his huge 20 inch biceps as

he emptied well over 20 gallons of cum, his huge balls pumping load after load into the unwilling pre-teen. He loved these rape-murders, he

killed an average of 80,000,000 kids a week, last week he had been lucky enough to get 6 busloads of 4 year old boys, he loved the real

young shit best, they were the most fun to watch die. Ian kept a hold of the 11 year olds' throat, feeling it twitch in his big rough hands, he

could feel the life leaving the tiny kid, "Time to die little guy," Ian gripped the small neck tightly and crushed it in his hands, the boys small legs

kicked twice and then stopped. Ian looked down at his handiwork and was proud, there was nothing more beautiful to him than the corpse of

one of his young innocent victims. He picked Oliver's tiny body up and ripped it in half with his bare hands, he drank his blood and ate some

of his insides, then used each half to masturbate, then he ripped his head off and ate it whole. God it tasted good. He flashed back to one of

his favorite kills, the time he had broken into a house at night, during a young rich boy's sleepover party, there were around 300 - 350 boys

ages 5, 6, and 7, in one room, Ian couldn't remember exactly the number, because to him they were just toys, but he had raped and killed

every single little body in that room, the parents, and the pet cats. Nothing survived his rampage, he had felt so godly, powerful, strong, and he

was, he was the strongest in the world, especially to those little kids he killed, he really loved killing them. Ian stood up, he was covered in blood, so he walked to the hose in the shed and cleaned his huge bulging body off, he was glistening now,

and the floor was bloodstained and gut-spewed. He heard laughter outside, and when he stepped back into the playground there were 3

children playing, much more to his taste, they were all around 5 years old. His favorite age to kill, he would have lots of fun with these little

ones. He stepped outside naked and unnoticed by the young children, he walked towards them, effectively cornering them in a sandbox. "Hey

little ones, why don't you come play with me in my tool-shed?" They cocked their heads in curiosity, but Ian didn't give them time to respond,

he simply reached down and scooped two of them up, the other he got by the waist and carried all three of them into the bloody shack. The

moment they saw the dismembered corpse all three children knew they were in trouble and began screaming and crying and struggling, Ian

picked up a lawnmower in the shed and with his inhuman strength broke it in half and bent the steel handle into a pretzel with which he locked

the doors to prevent the little kids from escaping their rape and slaughter. "Ian brought you here cause he wants to fuck and snuff you babies,

so get ready for the ride of your lives, that is, the last ride of your lives." Ian smiled as he grabbed one of the tiny 5 year olds, he accidentally

squeezed too hard and he instantly crushed the tiny boy's waist into mush, killing him immediately. Slightly disappointed, but also aroused by

his amazing strength and ruthless muscle Ian reached for the second sex-toy, he lifted the screaming child up and forced his tiny butt onto his

throbbing massive cock. As he used his fuck-toy to get off, he picked the other 5 year old up and started gnawing on his little legs, eating him

alive. The boy screamed shrilly, as Ian continued to eat him as if he were a tasty snack, blood poured from the boy's missing legs as Ian

chuckled as he slowly killed the tiny boy by eating him, he was such a fucking stud, he felt great, he wished he could just watch himself

raping, eating, and slaughtering these little fuck-slaves. The tiny one on his cock suddenly stopped twitching as Ian felt the little body freeze up

and then crumble on his abs. Ian flexed his cock and the tiny corpse flew off of his giant implement. He took the now legless little cripple sex-

toy and started fucking his upper half, the boy was barely still alive, but was conscious and screaming in agony as Ian enjoyed the last few

seconds of the toddlers short and pathetic life. "you little boy-meat! I'm fucking killing you!" Ian screamed as he shot another load up through

the half-dead boy, The force of the ejaculation caused the tiny boy's head to fly off of his shoulders and hit the ceiling, as Ian's cock erupted

like a geyser, killing the last child in the shack. Ian stood and dropped the bloody corpse on the ground among the other 3 dead children, Ian

felt amazing surrounded by the carnage of these three fuck-baby angels he had slaughtered, he hadn't even known the names of the three

toddlers he had killed, he had just taken them, used them, and fucking broken them like used toys that he didn't want. They weren't even

recognizable now, except for the first of the three toddlers he had accidentally killed by crushing his chest, he would have to fix that, Ian bent

down and picked up the unmolested corpse, opened wide, and devoured it, chewing the body into pieces and swallowing it whole. God he

was such a stud, eating little kids, raping and killing them with his muscle, he was the strongest, the biggest, the most ruthless, the most

feared and powerful man in the world. He could kill anything, rape anything, his cock was the biggest the planet had ever seen, and he used it

for whatever he wanted. He stepped out into the playground again, he decided the shack was a good place for future snuff-fucks. He had just taken them to the

woods or his house in the past, and it was a pain to have to clean up the mess in his room, and the woods were a pain to fuck anything in

because you lost parts of bodies, things you wanted to use and eat, they just disappeared in leaves, or animals ran off with them, it was a

pain in the ass. The shack was the perfect place for him, right next to the playground, and convenient size and layout for raping and killing. He

walked back to the basketball court and to his truck, he decided to drive to the gym. Ian was on his way to workout, but his stomach kept growling, he was fucking starving, those little kids hadn't quite filled him up enough. He

saw a school bus a block ahead of him, it was in front of the middle school picking up it's little passengers. He sped to catch up with it, and

cut it off with his truck. The bus stopped suddenly and the driver honked angrily and urgently. Ian stepped out of his truck, he was still only

wearing a pair of black gym shorts, his muscles were bulging obscenely, his cock was bulging in his shorts, and his arms were pumped to

the max, showing crazy veins all over. He tore the bus doors open, and leaped onto the bus. He immediately snapped the bus driver's neck,

and she slumped over the wheel dead. He turned to survey his little snacks. There were 30 or so kiddies, ages 11 to 13, most boys but there

were a few girls. He was going to have fun with this. He ripped the luggage bars overhead out of the bus and used them to block the

emergency exits and the door in the front. He stepped toward the first pair of little boys in the front, both 11 year olds it looked like, he

reached for their seat and tore it out of the ground with his massive strong muscles, and forced them both up against his huge muscular

pecs, he flexed his chest in their little faces and crushed their heads with his huge chest muscles. He let their little dead bodies fall at his feet,

then he moved to the next row, he killed the next little kids with his biceps, then his forearms, then his quads, his abs, his cock, he tore the

next little ones in half, snuffed one out in his armpit, tore another's head off, crushed another in his calves, smashed two of them onto his

cock and crushed them jerking off with their bodies. The massacre was brutal and rapid, when all 30 little boys and girls lay dead; he went

around the bus and ate every little corpse, including the guts and insides that had been spilled out of some of the remains when he was killing

them. He let out an enormous burp, and felt half satisfied hunger. Stepping off the kiddie-killing bus, he turned and grabbed the only evidence,

the bus (and the young bus driver's corpse) and carried it into the woods, he wrapped his giant arms around it and started crushing it flat, then

he crushed it the other way, until his awesome strength had reduced it to nothing more than a cube of metal with some blood leaking out of it,

it was about the size of a toaster, he grabbed a nearby boulder (about 50,000 tons) lifted it with one hand, and put the metal cube underneath

it and dropped the rock back on top. It crushed it flat, and Ian walked away, still sort of hungry, but pleased with the fuck and snuff session.

He needed more to eat, so he took a detour to the DMV, slaughtering everyone inside waiting, and then eating all 9,000 corpses, pretty much

filling him up for the moment, he burped, and as he walked outside he spotted a pair of little boys roller-skating near the park, running over he

lifted them up and forced them up against a tree, pulling his cock out, he took turns raping them both, their tiny 12 year old asses being

pounded raw, he finally crushed one of the two against his abs, then forced his cock so far into the other one that it came out of the kid's

mouth along with his heart, lungs, and a few other internal organs that Ian's cock had forced out of the boy in order to fuck him harder.

Smiling, Ian dropped the bodies, he wanted to eat them, but thought it would be hotter to leave the tiny boy-remains as a display to everyone

who saw them of his awesome power, strength, manliness, and ruthlessness. He tore the tree out of the ground however before he left, holding it with one hand he crushed the wood into sawdust with his awesome

muscles, roaring like a wild man as he showed his strength to anyone who witnessed the awesome display of amazing strength, Ian's

muscles bulged and swelled, it looked as if he could lift the entire globe, he certainly wasn't struggling with the huge 120 foot tree. Once he'd

crushed it into a pile of dust no higher than his heel, he walked naked through the park, killing all that he encountered, two joggers, an old lady

and her husband, a couple kissing on a bench (he raped them both then tore their bodies into pieces). A young mother and her infant walking

her baby in a stroller through the park (he raped the mother, using her baby as a condom on his huge cock, killing both of them). And a little

league baseball team doing drills in the park (30 ten and eleven year old boys, two coaches, and a mom taking pictures). He left the park

feeling stronger, bigger, and much more satisfied now that he had taken out a considerable amount of kid-pussy, nothing felt better than the

feeling of a small child dying in his hands or on his cock, or in between his rock-hard muscles. His favorite feeling in the world actually was

the feeling of a little kid's bones being ground to paste between his abs, he loved crushing things to death in his abs. He ran his hand over his

8-pack, feeling the hard, granite muscle, deadly shredded abs, nothing in the world stood a chance against him and his hard muscle. He knew

this better than anything. Walking back to his car, he crushed any living thing he passed. He drove home, swerving off the road a couple times to kill little kids walking

on the sidewalk or playing in yards. When he reached home he walked inside, instantly he heard gagging and weeping. Walking into his snuff-

lounge, he saw his three next victims. It was his old fuck-toy Joyce, she was 15 now, but had been just 10 when he raped her. He hadn't killed

her, simply by accident, and now she had given birth to twin boys, both blond haired, angelic little cherubs. They were 5 now, and tied up with

their mommy, crying. Ian walked over to them, his hard cock throbbing with hunger for more young victims. He ungagged all three of them,

the boys started sobbing and crying, and Joyce began to beg and sob pathetically. Ian just smiled and listened to her begging, he loved this,

the mom begging for her child's lives, offering her own as sacrifice. Ian loved knowing that none of the little fuck-things would get any mercy

from him, he never showed mercy, mercy was for weaklings, for little boys, for pathetic wimps, he was a STUD, a Muscle-God, a Hunk, he didn't show mercy to little snuff-babies. He flexed as she begged and cried, the little boy twins cried too. He threw Joyce to her back and tied her hands hard, pulling her head up by the hair he positioned her on the floor, looking ahead, at him, as he pinned the two 5 year old twins to the floor under his giant muscular bod. They both sobbed and squealed as he undressed them violently. He held the smaller one down with one hand (he didn't know their names) and the bigger one he held under his abs. "okay little guys, I want you to scream louder than you've ever screamed before! Scream for your fucking daddy!" Ian thrust his cock hard into the tiny boy beneath him, feeling the kid clenching and bucking, screaming and sobbing. The 15 year old mother looked on in horror, watching the muscle stud that had raped her at 10, raping and beating her little 5 year old twins. The boys looked so innocent; Ian wanted them to suffer before he killed them. He pounded the little boy
flesh beneath him like a used boy-cunt. He was fucking him as if he were already a little corpse, completely forgetting about snuffing them slowly, he pounded into the kid so hard that the child's skin started splitting at the sides as if there were a seam in his flesh. Grabbing the child around the neck, Ian pulled hard at his head, tearing the tiny tot's cute little head off of his body, and letting blood spill out onto the ground in front of the terrified girl, and his little twin brother. "YEAH! DIE FOR DADDY YOU LITTLE SNUFF-TODDLER!" Ian continued to pound his cock into the kid, as if he were nothing but a cheap sex-toy. Feeling the little bones crack, pop, snap, and crumble, was addictive for Ian, his muscles were so accustomed to the feeling of crushing bone and flesh that it felt weird to go more than a few hours without crushing a little kid in his abs, or at least a few in his giant biceps. He finished using the corpse as a toy, and crushed the tiny body into pulp in his bicep. He reached for the mom, still holding the other kid down, now forcing him to watch his mother die in front of him too. He raped his former-slave for only 2 minutes before his huge 14 inch monster crushed her ribs and broke through, smashing her lungs, and then destroying her heart, killing her like an animal. He laughed as the dead girl spasmed on his giant dick, he flexed it harder and harder inside of her, holding the little baby boy's face closer and closer to his dead mommy, shouting at the little kid cruelly, "LOOK AT YOUR MOMMY LITTLE BITCH! SHE'S FUCKIN' DYIN' ON DADDY'S COCK! WATCH HER TAKE IT LIKE MY SNUFF-TOY! SOON DADDY'S GONNA DO THE SAME TO YOU LITTLE FUCK-TOY!" Ian wrapped one of his giant biceps around the dead girl, and crushed her entire body into pulp in his muscles, the little boy was sobbing hard, practically choking himself to death on his own tears. Ian just kept laughing, and positioned the tiny little kid over his massive schlong, it was time to snuff out his other little boy. "DADDY'S GONNA KILL YOU NOW BABY! THIS COCK MADE YOU, NOW IT'S GONNA UNMAKE YOU!" Ian laughed as he thrust into the small boy, he fucked him good and hard for about 3 minutes, until the boy's body was literally a pile of blood and guts in his giant hands. He shot his load on the remains of the three kids, and then picked p the remains and threw them in the trash. He was fucking pumped, he needed another hard workout. He walked to his private gym and started loading some serious weights, he wanted to pump his muscles hard.

There sure are... (none / 0) (#46)
by Pnarp on Thu Sep 08, 2011 at 02:13:25 AM EST

...an awful lot of underlined blue words in this story. This confuses and frightens yours truly. What do they all mean? What do they all do?? Why are they all highlighted so boldly in blue???

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would you finish the ILLUMINATUS! trilogy already (none / 1) (#47)
by LilDebbie on Thu Sep 08, 2011 at 10:45:42 PM EST

and move on to a different troll? please?

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I don't... (none / 0) (#48)
by Pnarp on Fri Sep 09, 2011 at 01:51:38 AM EST

...know what that means. This upsets me even more than all those blue words do. Do you know what happens when Pnårp gets upset!? Squirrels, that's what.

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✿✿✿ Pnårp’s docile & perfunctory page! ✿✿✿
   ❝It’s docile! It’s perfunctory! It’s phlogistically fantastical! But… is it one of those blog things?❞
    All wrights preserved. No purchase estuary. Lawn gnomes not included. You won’t be disconcerted. Deployed where prohibited by snore.

❤   Pnårp learned this week that the world was still here. Will it ever end?

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U MAD? (none / 0) (#49)
by Nimey on Fri Sep 09, 2011 at 03:38:28 PM EST


--
Never mind, it was just the dog cumming -- jandev
You Sir, are an Ignorant Motherfucker. -- Crawford
I am arguably too manic to do that. -- Crawford
I already fuck my mother -- trane
Nimey is right -- Blastard
i am in complete agreement with Nimey -- i am a pretty big deal

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Friedman? (none / 0) (#50)
by thiswillbegreat on Sun Sep 11, 2011 at 11:18:15 PM EST

Read any Friedman?  Specifically A Monetary History of the United States, 1867-1960.  He'd have a lot to say about your points here.
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