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ART WORK MADE BY: Nerraw
POW!!!
PHUG!!!
His cock head pop out on the waistband of the stretch bikini and his cum exploded right to the cheeks of the two dead babes on his sides. Cum began to drip on those half open lips.
Rick's hands involuntarely grabed both girls wet cunt. Liza the scoop some of Rick's cum and applyed it to the bodies around her. She aplyide it like a sun tan lotion to the girl's large tits, their belly, Rick's abs and pecs, their tights making them shinny.
Liza then stood up and manage to check her work. Beutiful bodies in skimmpy bikinis, wet on their groin area, scattered around her.
"Sorry guy's, can't play around since I still have a job to do."
energetic
After making love, Jake was hit by an arrow.
flirty
Fraternity Massacre
By "Jon Cornell"
As she walked up the stone stairs to the Psi Upsilon fraternity, a
slight smile flickered across her lips. She hadn't done this in a
long
time. Too long, really. She knew one day she might be caught, but
that
never bothered her before, and it wasn't about to stop her now.
It was the perfect time - 7:30 in the morning. All the boys would be
getting ready for class. She turned the knob and walked inside.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from around the corner. Soon, a tall,
19 year old boy stepped out of what was apparently the kitchen,
glistening with sweat and steam. His short, damp brown hair clung to
his
forehead, and his pecs were rock hard. Clearly, he had spent plenty
of time
in the weight room. He had apparently been washing the dishes before
breakfast, and was wearing only a very skimpy bikini brief underwear. She
noticed appreciably his firm sizeable package, and smiled. "Yes..
you can."
"Well, what can I..." he began, and then stopped short. She had
begun
to peel off her shirt. She pulled the tight garment over her head,
reavealing perfect, firm globes with high, erect nipples. Then,
without a
word, she unzipped her skirt and let it float to the floor, leaving
her
in only black thong underwear. The boy's pupils dilated. "Ohh..."
he
mumbled.
Without another word, he pressed his chest into her and begin sucking
on her neck, her exquisite tits, his fingers reaching around to
clutch
at her round ass, to brush against her dripping pussy.
His ecstasy was cut short. Suddenly, she slammed her elbow into his
nose, crushing it instantly. His hands flew to his face as he
stumbled
back. "What the...?!?!" he began to yell.
He was cut off as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face
into
her deep cleavage, silencing him. "No, no," she whispered, "I can't
have you waking everyone up. Not yet." She was well aware that he
was
completely unable to breathe. With one hand, she continued to smash
his
face against her breasts, while, with the other, she ripped his tight
sweat shorts from his body and begin to massage his erect, firm
cock.
He struggled, screaming silent cries of panic into her soft chest,
but
despite his magnificantly muscled body, he was no match for her.
Soon, his cock was completely engorged, but his struggles were
becoming
weaker and weaker. "Come for me before you die, baby," she
whispered.
"I want to feel your hot cum against my thighs." He began to sob.
She
could feel the blood from his broken nose and his tears mixing and
dripping down her chest. "Don't fight it," she whispered. "You know
I now
own you completely." Seconds later, he came forcefully, spewing what
seemed like gallons of cum onto her strong, tight thighs. It was the
last action he would ever perform. She clutched his limp form to her
chest for a few more seconds to ensure he was dead, and then let him
fall
to the floor.
By now she was absolutely sopping wet. "That was wonderful," she
thought, "but I need something for myself." Looking down at the
blood on
her chest and cum on her thighs, she mentally added, "And I could use
a
shower." Leaving the dead dishwasher in a heap on the floor, she
turned
and headed up the stairs.
Soon she came to the shower room, and peered around the corner. It
was
a dream come true. The Psi Upsilon shower room consisted of one
giant
room with a tile floor and six shower nozzles. All six showers were
in
use by various frat brothers. Because of their natural homophobia,
they refused to be naked with each other, and instead wore tight,
form-fitting speedo bathing suits.
Breathing heavily with lust, she stepped around the corner and into
the
shower. For a moment, there was silence as all six hunks stared at
her
in lust. One of them dropped a bottle of shampoo, but other than
that,
there was no noise except the running showers. Clearly, they were
all
stunned to see a gorgeous, perfect woman standing before them,
wearing
nothing but thong underwear, and smiling like she knew something they
didn't.
Finally, the biggest one, a gorgeous man who looked like an amateur
bodybuilder with a blonde buzzcut, stepped forward. "Look, bitch,"
he
began, "I don't know what the fuck you think you're doi.. FUCK!"
She had playfully punched him in the ear, enraging him. Pissed off
beyond all control, he threw a crushing punch at her head, but she
lightly
stepped aside and slammed her knee into his midsection. Groaning in
pain, he doubled over. She stepped beside him and put him in a
headlock.
"Dave..." he moaned.
A tall boy, probably 6'5", who must have been Dave, charged her from
behind. Without looking back, she thrust her powerful leg backwards
in a
mule kick that caught him directly in the balls. Screaming, he
collapsed to his knees in agony, sobbing into the drain, his tears
mixing with
the hot shower. Then, swinging the same leg forward, she slammed her
knee into Buzzcut's groin, pivoted, and threw his agonized body on
top
of Dave. They collapsed on top of each other in a heap. "Men." she
said contemptuously. Then, stepping forward, she delivered four
sharp
blows to Dave's groin in succession, emasculating him, destroying
his
balls and sending him into catatonic shock. Without medical
treatment,
she knew he would be dead soon.
The remaining four brothers had stared at this scene, shocked, but
now
charged her, bent on revenge. She wasted no time in disabling them
all. The first one, a 20-year-old muscular, tan, Latino with an enormous package,
received a swift chop to the neck, which left him leaning against the
shower
wall, clutching at the nozzles, gasping for breath. The second
apparently had some karate training, for he threw a hard, solid
crescent kick at
her face, but she merely ducked slightly, grabbed his ankle, and
lifted
his leg sharply above his head. He may have been strong, but he
wasn't
flexible; the pressure tore his groin muscles and as he hit the
floor,
he found that his legs had been made completely useless.
The third brother, a blonde who looked like a surfer, with long,
shoulder-length hair and innocent features, was looking incredibly
nervous by
this time, but charged her nonetheless. She knocked him unconscious
with a single blow to the chin, and turned to the final standing boy.
He was huddled in a corner, shaking in fear, a scene that looked
ridiculous considering his 6'3 stature and powerful build. She
walked over
to him slowly. "A stud like you shouldn't be quivering," she said.
"Let me help you relax." With that, she began to slowly stroke his
cock
through his speedo, which became erect immediately. It was enormous;
it
streched the fabric of the swimsuit so much that the elastic couldn't
reach his skin in places. His lust quickly overcame his fear and he
began to suck enthusiastically on her tits.
Soon he was gasping with desire. As she stroked and he sucked, she
became aware that the Latino hunk had recovered and was trying to creep
up
on her from behind. Without missing a stroke, she threw her free
elbow
into his chest, grabbed his balls as he doubled over, and squeezed
him
until he collapsed on the ground. Then, still stroking the brother's
enormous cock, she stomped on his larynx, crushing it instantly. He
was
dead in seconds.
At the very moment of his death, the well-hung hunk in front of her
began to moan and spasm, and soon his speedo was entirely soaked in
cum.
She smiled. "Did that relax you?" she asked. He still looked
uneasy,
but grinned and nodded. "Good!" she replied. With that, she drove
her
knee into his spent testicles and her elbow into his neck at the same
time, with incredible force. He was dead by the time his head
collapsed
onto the back of the Latino?s lifeless legs.
"God, I'm wet, now!!" she exclaimed. "I need..." Then her eyes fell
upon the tall surfer boy, just beginning to stir from the solid punch
she had given him. "Perfect." she said with a sly smile.
Striding over to him, she kicked him in his chest, sending him back
to
the floor. Then she grabbed his hair with both of her hands and
pulled
him into the center of the shower room. Flipping him over, she slid
her thong over to one side and lowered the swelling, dripping, red
lips
of her pussy onto his face, covering his mouth and nose.
"Oh! God! Yes, this is wonderful," she gasped. Then she noticed
two
things: One, Buzzcut was beginning to stir from on top of his
now-unconscious friend, and two, the martial arts guy, still in agony
from his
torn groin, was lying directly underneath the shower nozzle, with the
water pouring into his mouth and nose. He was sputtering, unable to
get
away due to his injury. She smiled, and turned to Buzzcut.
"Are you enjoying watching your friends die?" she asked. He tried to
get up, but collapsed again from the searing pain in his balls. "Oh,
god, you crazy..." "Not yet." she interrupted. "You'll get your
turn;
be patient." Then, she began to rub her pussy up and down the
surfer's
face with increased intensity. "Oh, shit!" she screamed. "Oh,
yes!"
She looked down and saw that his huge member was standing at
attention,
pointing to the sky, despite the fact that he was being smothered to
death. "Oh, god! I'm going to CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!" She was
really
screaming now. Bucking her hips in the throes of ecstasy, she
twisted
his neck sharply to the left, snapping it instantly. Gratified, she
collapsed, warm and relaxed, on top of his lifeless form for a few
seconds and appraised the situation.
The Karate Kid, helpless under the shower nozzle, was almost gone
now.
His brain had been deprived of oxygen for so long that his limbs were
twitching. Similarly, Dave appeared to be already dead from the
shock.
That left only Buzzcut, who was beginning to be able to climb to his
feet.
"God damn, I'm going to kill you," he moaned. She just laughed. As
he
staggered toward her, he managed to throw one poorly aimed punch.
She
grinned, easily pushed it aside, pushed his head toward the floor,
and
caught it between her powerful thighs.
With her legs cutting off the blood flow to his brain, she knew it
was
only a matter of time until he became the seventh casualty of the
night. Already turned on again, she began to masturbate, all the
time
gripping his neck between her thighs. Thirty seconds later, she had
a
silent, but powerful orgasm, and his corpse was dangling lifeless
between
her legs. She separated them and let him fall to the floor.
She decided to take a quick shower, and as she washed the blood, cum,
and vaginal juices from her glistening form, she regarded the scene
before her. Six perfect male bodies, all sprawled in front of her,
with
Buzzcut's corpse lying on top of Dave, the well hung hunk laying with
his
face on the dead Latino?s crotch, as though sucking his bulging cock, the
surfer face up and white in the center of the room, his face still
sticky with her pussy juice, and the karate boy drowned in a puddle
of
water next to him, his hair clogging the drain of the shower.
Smiling, she dried herself off, walked downstairs, and pulled her
clothes back on over her tight thighs and hard, erect nipples. As
she
walked to her car, she unconsciously fingered herself a third time.
She
would think of this for many nights to come...
The End
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