>>150
Because weed is bad and you should feel bad.
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Anonymous2012-08-21 4:08
I bask in the continual heaven of Aunt Sand's cunt, leaned back on the toilet seat draping her smooth, buttery pussy down over my dick again and again. I lift it off entirely and admire the engorged, yawning lips wet and aroused. A pussy at my disposal! I slam it back down piercing her hot wetness.
I'm close. I plunge in a dozen more times and feel the onset of the orgasm. Finally I shove down hard, keep it there, and let myself erupt inside. Ecstasy. I spasm helplessly as jet after jet of come is released, but make as little noise as possible because someone's using the urinal.
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"It's just so important that I find my brother Philip the right flowers. They'll really brighten up his room. Make it look a little less like a hospital."
Sandy nods in agreement—she's been hearing all about Philip's cancer—when her face screws up with a grimace. A high, involuntary hum escapes her nose, but before the customer can notice, Sandy swivels and forcefully kicks the bottom of a rack. She doubles over, screaming, moaning and shuddering; she says, "Stubbed my toe!"
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Anonymous2012-08-21 4:08
The grey-haired lady bends down and lays a hand on her back. "Oh my poor dear! I simply hate that."
Gradually Sandy stops moaning. "It's okay!" she laughs. "It's going away now. . ." She stands back up sighing deeply and contentedly. "It's going away. . ."
She's soon over the sensations which had so overwhelmed her, and points down the aisle to the far end of the top rack where white-blue flowers sit. "Now I bet your brother will love these." She walks over. "Come and tell me what you think."
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I lift the pussy off of my dick and invert the tube. My sopping, spent weapon flops to my inner thigh. I examine the rosy cunt under the light, inching it toward my face. I part the lips and stare inside. My load isn't far. I stand, and flip the tube over the toilet. The come dribbles into the water. My aunt's on contraceptives so I know there's no risk. After the last of it falls I bring the pussy back to my face and lick it clean. I wipe it off with toilet paper, put it in the tube, then quickly head my way to French.
Aunt Sand was wrong about one thing, I think as I near Room 203. This little toy, this little rift straight from me to her most-private of areas, isn't going to help me focus on my studies. All I can think about now is the next time I'll get to hear that lid hiss free, unzip my fly, and ease myself inside her warm, yielding loveliness.
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Anonymous2012-08-21 4:09
I sit back down at my desk.
"Took you long enough," Bill says.
"You should have seen the size of that shit."
He leans close conspiratorially and whispers, "Check that ass." He nods toward the blackboard.
Mrs. Harris is on tip-toes with the eraser. There's no way she can't know how she looks in that poise, in those pants, and the effect she must have on these young, hormonal men. Torturing us. . . Dangling impossible candy before us. . . It's practically child abuse.
>>173
all other boards appear to be frozen. /v/ and /vg/ are the only ones you can't see the threads though. You can get around that with the yotsuba catalog
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Anonymous2012-08-21 4:19
>>186
If I liked video games that much, do you think I'd be wasting my time on 4chan instead?