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Drive to the mall, last time you went was almost 6 years ago

ArthurKung — Thu, 11 Mar 2021 17:47:21 GMT

ArthurKung: Spelling

You arrive at the old rotting old mall. It is the same as in your memories. This old ugly place is only full of Chinese and Mexican stores with black customers. Good thing is: lots of ethnic chicks. Most of the stores are full of dirty old people and black wannabe ganstas. Only 4 stores seems to be interesting to you.

Which store do you choose?
*[[The Chinese toy shop (Asian MILFS go there)]]

*[[Oriental massage place]]

*[[Mexican restaurant (must be chicks in there)]]

*[[Clothing store (Very slutty clothes)]]

[[Category: New Life in some way]]

New Life in some way

ArthurKung — Thu, 11 Mar 2021 16:42:05 GMT

ArthurKung: (Changed Judy's age to be 18+)

In this story you are Matt Highland, a 23 year old tall white guy. You were recently released from jail. At 17 you killed your father wile he was beating your mother. You were very lucky and your lawyer was pretty good.
Jail changed your life. Joining a white supremacist gang was your only way to survive. You may be free today but your body is marked with many signs relating to white power. You also came out with a shit ton of hate ready to burst out at any confrontation. There is only one thing that this negative anti-racial influence did not affect: you still crave for hot ethnic women.

Today you are waiting for your sister at her school. You are supposed to pic her up and bring her back home. You live at your mother's house along with your sis. Judy, your sister is now 18 years old but you missed out on most of her life. All these years of separation makes it very hard. In other words, you find her annoying and she hates you. She is a wannabe slut who keep saying that she sucked thousands of guys. You know that she never actually took a real dick.

Like the rest of the week she is taking forever to get out of the school.

Do you:
*[[Just wait for her]]

*[[Toy with the black girl staring at your swastika tattooed on your hand that is hanging out of the car's window]]

*[[Get in the building to find this bitch]]

[[Category: New Life in some way]]

WAS: Get back to bed and sleep through the rest of the day

ArthurKung — Mon, 06 Jun 2016 13:36:43 GMT

ArthurKung:

Walking around for so long has exhausted your energy. Spent, you withdraw up the stairs and return to bed - content to just rest for the remainder of the day.

......

It is dark when you wake up. Through a curtained window you can hear the snowstorm still raging on outside, but otherwise the room is cast in an eery silence - interrupted only by thumping footsteps coming up the stairs. The noise of creaking floorboards comes closer and closer down the hallway until you finally hear it stop abruptly outside your doors, whereon keys begin to scramble. Someone is trying to enter unannounced.

An instinct forces your entire body to stiffen - as if to look like you're still sleeping. It must have worked, because the intruders whisper in hushed tones as they sneak in. It is difficult to make their appearances out, but the starlight strikes gleams on their naked steel and horned helmets. Janus' familiar voice eagerly hisses:

"See? I told you it was him! And he's still sleeping."

"So what if he is." another voice grunts, unimpressed. You recognize the deep voice as belonging to the red-haired bandit from a few days back. "Damn you, Janus. You bring us out here to kidnap a whelp? I ought to kill you here and now for waking me up for this nonsense."

"It's no nonsense!" Janus angrily replies. "I was born and raised as a palace slave in the Seven Mountains. When I found him outside I knew right away that he was my countryman. But when he showed me his money I saw just how much he looked like the king; whose likeness was printed on those gold coins. I did some thinking, and remembered how a prince had been born right before I ran away from my homeland all those years ago. Today, that prince would be just as old as this sleeping boy in front of us!"

"So what?"

"Don't you see?! This isn't just some nameless wanderer. This is Faust Kaladaris! Prince of the Seven Mountains! You can ransom him back for more gold than any of you would see in a lifetime!"

Your pulse grows quicker. If the bandits take you, you'll be thrown right back into the hands of your brothers. They'd flog you to death in the public square for your crimes. Being kidnapped from these dogs is no option. Acting on pure impulse, you:

*[[WAS: Escape through the window]]

*[[WAS: Fight the bandits]]
[[Category: War and Sex |G]]

WAS: Get back to bed and sleep through the rest of the day

ArthurKung — Mon, 06 Jun 2016 13:36:07 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Walking around for so long has exhausted your energy. Spent, you withdraw up the stairs and return to bed - content to just rest for the remainder of the day. ...... It is dark…'

WAS: Look at the bar patrons

ArthurKung — Sun, 29 May 2016 13:06:24 GMT

ArthurKung:

Stone-faced, somber men can be seen sitting arout the tables. You count at least seven - all clad in sack cloth tunics or fur cloaks, many with weapons strapped to hip or back. Most of them carry scars on their faces, and the few that are seen walking around do so with the steady gait of sailors. All of them seem to be fighting men, which doesn't strike you as odd. The northerners are a fierce, hardy people; but far more primitive than their southern neighbors. All they know is battle There's always a blood-feud to be settled between their villages, and alliances are just as quickly broken as they are made.

Your father once said that they would pose a dangerous force to be reckoned with - if they ever stopped fighting amongst themselves and banded together. So far that has never happened, and from the looks of their grizzled, unfriendly faces you wonder if it ever will.

*[[WAS: Look at the local bar prostitutes]]

*[[WAS: Get back to bed and sleep through the rest of the day]]

*[[WAS: Step outside to get a look at the village]]

*[[WAS: Look at Janus as he argues with a man with black long hair]]
[[Category: War and Sex |L]]

WAS: Step outside to get a look at the village

ArthurKung — Sat, 12 Dec 2015 11:44:40 GMT

ArthurKung:

It takes almost all your strength just to force the front door open. Strong winds whistle violently outside, carrying snow and a frosty chill with them as they do so. Through the storm, you are just able to make out the snowy roofs of longhouses, sloping forwards and downwards to a shore where light glows from dragon-prowed longboats and stripe-sailed war ships. The east and west of the village are walled off by steep, insurmountable rock walls - and you realize the village must be built in the ravine of a narrow fjord. When you listen hard enough, you are just able to make out the roar of crashing waves far out in the ocean - and the sky above you is dark and cloudy, even though you know it should be the middle of the day by now. The north is a harsh land, and as a result only breed harsh inhabitants.

Squinting your eyes, the black outlines of a great fort become visible in the distance. Half-built into the mountain wall, with a snaky path slithering up to it from the village. All the other buildings here have been made of logs - and you highly doubt any northerner would have the brains or even the patience to construct a castle of that size. It's far more likely to be the remnant of some forgotten people who once lived up here. The few towers you see on it are crumbled and broken, and the entire edifice looks like it could collapse at any given second.

Some of the patrons suddenly shout at you to close the door again - blaming you for letting the cold in. The weather outside is too rough for you to want to explore further, so you humor them and close it shut.

*[[WAS: Look at the bar patrons]]

*[[WAS: Look at the local bar prostitutes]]

*[[WAS: Get back to bed and sleep through the rest of the day]]

*[[WAS: Look at Janus as he argues with a man with black long hair]]
[[Category: War and Sex |S]]

WAS: Step outside to get a look at the village

ArthurKung — Sat, 12 Dec 2015 11:42:52 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'It takes almost all your strength just to force the front door open. Strong winds whistle violently outside, carrying snow and a frosty chill with them as they do so. Through the…'

It takes almost all your strength just to force the front door open. Strong winds whistle violently outside, carrying snow and a frosty chill with them as they do so. Through the storm, you are just able to make out the snowy roofs of longhouses, sloping forwards and downwards to a shore where light glows from dragon-prowed longboats and stripe-sailed war ships. The east and west of the village are walled off by steep, insurmountable rock walls - and you realize the village must be built in the ravine of a narrow fjord. When you listen hard enough, you are just able to make out the roar of crashing waves far out in the ocean - and the sky above you is dark and cloudy, even though you know it should be the middle of the day by now. The north is a harsh land, and as a result only breed harsh inhabitants.

Squinting your eyes, the black outlines of a great fort become visible in the distance. Half-built into the mountain wall, with a snaky path slithering up to it from the village. All the other buildings here have been made of logs - and you highly doubt any northerner would have the brains or even the patience to construct a castle of that size. It's far more likely to be the remnant of some forgotten people who once lived up here. The few towers you see on it are crumbled and broken, and the entire edifice looks like it could collapse at any given second.

Some of the patrons suddenly shout at you to close the door again - blaming you for letting the cold in. The weather outside is too rough for you to want to explore further, so you humor them and close it shut.

*[[WAS: Look at the bar patrons]]

*[[WAS: Look at the local bar prostitutes]]

*[[WAS: Look at Janus as he argues with a man with black long hair]]
[[Category: War and Sex |S]]

WAS: Look at Janus as he argues with a man with black long hair

ArthurKung — Sat, 12 Dec 2015 00:54:02 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Janus is visibly distressed - his brow furrowed and the great beard bristling with excitement. "By Jotir, man! I'm telling you the truth! I saw him with my own two eyes! You kno…'

Janus is visibly distressed - his brow furrowed and the great beard bristling with excitement.

"By Jotir, man! I'm telling you the truth! I saw him with my own two eyes! You know I have no reason to lie. Simply tell him to come, and I will--"

The black haired man interrupts Janus by loudly clearing his throat. The innkeeper halts for a second, then he looks at you with raised eyebrows - clearly he didn't even see you approach.

"Well met again, countryman. It pleases me that you are up on your feet again. I'm afraid I cannot talk with you though - this northern dog is trying to sell me a delivery of mead for far more than we had originally agreed upon."

He chuckles and shrugs apologetically. Then he turns back to the black haired man and resumes their conversation, though now in hushed, quiet voices which you cannot hear.

*[[WAS: Look at the bar patrons]]

*[[WAS: Look at the local bar prostitutes]]

*[[WAS: Step outside to get a look at the village]]
[[Category: War and Sex |L]]

WAS: Look at the bar patrons

ArthurKung — Sat, 12 Dec 2015 00:42:26 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Stone-faced, somber men can be seen sitting arout the tables. You count at least seven - all clad in sack cloth tunics or fur cloaks, many with weapons strapped to hip or back. M…'

Stone-faced, somber men can be seen sitting arout the tables. You count at least seven - all clad in sack cloth tunics or fur cloaks, many with weapons strapped to hip or back. Most of them carry scars on their faces, and the few that are seen walking around do so with the steady gait of sailors. All of them look to be farmers, which doesn't strike you as odd. The northerners were a fierce, hardy people; but far more primitive than their southern neighbors. All they knew was battle There was always a blood-feud to be settled between their villages, and alliances were just as quickly broken as they were made.

Your father once said that they would pose a dangerous force to be reckoned with - if they ever stopped fighting amongst themselves and banded together. So far that has never happened, and from the looks of their grizzled, unfriendly faces you wonder if it ever will.

*[[WAS: Look at the local bar prostitutes]]

*[[WAS: Get back to bed and sleep through the rest of the day]]

*[[WAS: Step outside to get a look at the village]]

*[[WAS: Look at Janus as he argues with a man with black long hair]]
[[Category: War and Sex |L]]

WAS: Go into your father’s room and slay him

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 23:24:42 GMT

ArthurKung:

You start to look for a blade which you can kill the king with. It has to be a magnificent blade; this is no ordinary person after all. Luckily you’re in a treasury room so there has to be at least one blade here worthy of killing a king. As you look around you try to block out the little voice in your head telling you you’re committing high treason. Large undertakings such as this one can’t be stopped by doubt… or other human flaws.

In a small chest you find a knife worthy of the deed. The hilt is made of solid gold with weird incarvings that you do not recognize, this is weird since you are very well educated in foreign cultures. Since you can’t identify the culture they must have been one of the very minor nomadic people that your father enslaved in his youth. Guess their ghosts will have their vengeance after all.

With the blade in your hand you energetically sprint across the hallway, stopping just outside your fathers bedroom were you shift gears and carefully open the door. It’s a weird feeling being so enthusiastic and deliberate about killing your father. The easy of which this ice cold demand for vengeance has overtaken your mind is surprising even to you.

You’ve actually never been in your father’s bedroom before; a man’s bedroom is seen as something very private in your people’s culture. Since you and your brothers are basically throne filling material for your father (with little emotional attachment) there were never any reason for him to let you visit his most private quarters.

You find the floor to be littered with several of his concubines wearing those skimpy perverse outfits that old men like. They clog the floor like dogs, sleeping on the ground like if it was perfectly natural. Luckily none of your fathers seven brides sleep here, meeting your mother in a situation like this would be most uncomfortable. They don’t sleep here because they serve no other function than to produce heirs, just like with his sons your father never established any emotional connection with his wives. Silently you make your way across the marble floor to your father’s bed, ignoring the many art and sculptures displayed in the room. The Kings bed has been ornamented with the finest jewels, silk and women reflecting the blatant pride and hedonism of its owner. You look down on your sleeping father, this is easier than you expected. When you decided on killing him you imagined it to be like killing a god, but his fragile old body spares no feelings of sympathy or awe.

You plunge the dagger into his heart. The murdered man's body spasms in a last attempt to fight for its life but it is of course futile. His face on the other hand wakes up calmly and has a last look at you. His facial expression is of something that you do not recognize and will never see again. It is a mixture of the deepest pain but also the uttermost pride in once offspring. A perplexing sight that utterly stuns you until your fathers dying scream awakens all of his concubines and forces you to escape back into the main hall.

You stand in the main hall, the concubines are shrieking in terror and will no doubt alert the guards. What to do?

*[[WAS: Climb back down the mountain and escape the kingdom to avoid being executed]]

*[[WAS: Face the guards here and try to convince them to pledge their alliance to you.]]

*[[WAS: Escape back into the treasury room]]
[[Category: War and Sex|G]]

WAS: Just lie between them and go to sleep

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 23:11:46 GMT

ArthurKung:

The next morning you are awoken by a knock on the door. Lyna and Helena have cuddled up besides you while you were sleeping, the heat from their naked bodies is always pleasant to wake up to. You push them aside, not bothering to put any clothes on, you walk across your room and open the door.
The female servant that has been sent to greet you is bowing as the door opens. She rises and freezes from your lewd display of skin. Your massive frame and wicked facial features scare women even when your clothes are on. But now with your bulging muscles and long “sword” on display the messenger girl prays that you are not after her innocence.

Pleased with how you have physically imposed yourself on the poor girl you invite her in for the news. Lyna and Helena gets out of bed for their morning slave rituals. Seeing how the naked slaves, ten times more beautiful than herself serves you by fetching your armor and clothes and strapping them on to your muscular body gives the girl a true feel how dominating you are as she looks at you. Lyna and Helena are both among the most finely bred women, but your tall and majestic body submits them mentally, making them your subjects in every sense of the word. After Lyna and Helena finish up with their morning chore of armoring you they bow down on the floor before you and await future instructions.

“Well, what’s the news?” The girl shakes her head and snaps out of her astonished mindset. “Prince Faust the King wishes you to meet the delegation from Ugarit alone; your brigades will stay here in the Seven Mountains. What a bewildering order by your father, you decide to question the girl. “And why was this order given!?” You raise your voice enough to demand an satisfactory answer. “His majesty said it was the Ugaritan’s ways, he only wants to be polite” The girl shakes and silently prays in hopes that her reply was adequate. Her prayers were answered as you gesture at her to leave your room.

You smell a rat; it’s too risky for a prince to travel the countryside by himself. Especially when he is to meet a high profiled delegation like the one from Ugarit. Maybe you should ask your father in person about this.

*[[WAS: Ask your father about the change in plans]]

*[[WAS: Traditions must be uphold, meet the delegation in private]]
[[Category: War and Sex|J]]

WAS: Go to your balcony to get a last look at your nation

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 23:09:40 GMT

ArthurKung:

You leave the warm comfort of Lyna and Helena in your bed and walk out to your balcony exposing yourself to the night’s chilly winds. All over the mountain there are several other balconies, in the distance you can see the lights from a nearby slave city. Your people only include those who dwell within the seven mountains, the farmers within your domain are simply conquered people kept alive for the purpose of growing food for your kingdom. Nowadays slavery is part of their identity, they don’t offer much resistance anymore and have accepted their place in life as slaves for your people. You soak in the atmosphere; your people surely are majestic. Living In the mountains gives your people the power of looking down on the rest of the world, none can make such a claim except for the gods.

While you start feeling frozen from the cold, you think back to your younger years. Always the vigorous adventurer one day you had decided to climb the mountain wall. It was a rush no doubt, climbing into other peoples balconies and watching them sleep, it was somehow satisfying. Soon climbing the mountains became easy and common for you, you used it to spy on people, dispose of rivals or steal away a girls virginity from time to time. The fondest climbing conquest you recall is that of your father's seventh wife; an outlander who didn't even speak your language. You met her at the age of thirteen during a mountain climb when you stopped at her balcony for rest, thus waking her from sleep. She invited you into her bed, and taught you many ways of pleasure for many weeks to come. Every night was a new lesson, until you impregnated her by accident. Luckily your father believed the child to have been his, and you were never found out.

Now that you are older, have much more power and responsibilities as well as Lyna and Helena to take care of your carnal needs there is no more time for climbing adventures. Yet, as you gaze upwards at your father’s balcony at the top of the mountain a strange feeling emerges in the back of your skull. You have always trusted your intuition; maybe there is time for another climbing adventure?

*[[WAS: Go to sleep]]

*[[WAS: Climb the mountain and make a visit to your fathers throne room]]
[[Category: War and Sex|G]]

WAS: Go to your balcony to get a last look at your nation

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 23:03:15 GMT

ArthurKung:

You leave the warm comfort of Lyna and Helena in your bed and walk out to your balcony exposing yourself to the night’s chilly winds. All over the mountain there are several other balconies, in the distance you can see the lights from a nearby slave city. Your people only include those who dwell within the seven mountains, the farmers within your domain are simply conquered people kept alive for the purpose of growing food for your kingdom. Nowadays slavery is part of their identity, they don’t offer much resistance anymore and have accepted their place in life as slaves for your people. You soak in the atmosphere; your people surely are majestic. Living In the mountains gives your people the power of looking down on the rest of the world, none can make such a claim except for the gods.

While you start feeling frozen from the cold, you think back to your younger years. Always the vigorous adventurer one day you had decided to climb the mountain wall. It was a rush no doubt, climbing into other peoples balconies and watching them sleep, it was somehow satisfying. Soon climbing the mountains became easy and common for you, you used it to spy on people, dispose of rivals or steal away a girls virginity from time to time. The fondest climbing conquest you recall is that of your father's seventh wife; an outlander who didn't even speak your language. You met her at the age of thirteen during a mountain climb when you stopped at her balcony for rest, thus waking her from sleep. She invited you into her bed, and taught you many ways to have sex for many weeks to come. Every night was a new lesson, until you impregnated her by accident and your father believed the child to have been his. Luckily you were never found out.

Now that you are older, have much more power and responsibilities as well as Lyna and Helena to take care of your carnal needs there is no more time for climbing adventures. Yet, as you gaze upwards at your father’s balcony at the top of the mountain a strange feeling emerges in the back of your skull. You have always trusted your intuition; maybe there is time for another climbing adventure?

*[[WAS: Go to sleep]]

*[[WAS: Climb the mountain and make a visit to your fathers throne room]]
[[Category: War and Sex|G]]

WAS: Go to sleep

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 22:46:18 GMT

ArthurKung:

The next morning you are awoken by a knock on the door. Lyna and Helena have cuddled up besides you while you were sleeping, the heat from their naked bodies is always pleasant to wake up to. You push them aside, not bothering to put any clothes on, you walk across your room and open the door.

The female servant that has been sent to greet you is bowing as the door opens. She rises and freezes from your lewd display of skin. Your massive frame and wicked facial features scare women even when your clothes are on. But now with your bulging muscles and long “sword” on display the messenger girl prays that you are not after her innocence.

Pleased with how you have physically imposed yourself on the poor girl you invite her in for the news. Lyna and Helena gets out of bed for their morning slave rituals. Seeing how the naked slaves, ten times more beautiful than herself serves you by fetching your armor and clothes and strapping them on to your muscular body gives the girl a true feel how dominating you are as she looks at you. Lyna and Helena are both among the most finely bred women, but your tall and majestic body submits them mentally, making them your subjects in every sense of the word. After Lyna and Helena finish up with their morning chore of armoring you they bow down on the floor before you and await future instructions.

“Well, what’s the news?” The girl shakes her head and snaps out of her astonished mindset. “Prince Faust the King wishes you to meet the delegation from Ugarit alone; your brigades will stay here in the Seven Mountains. What a bewildering order by your father, you decide to question the girl. “And why was this order given!?” You raise your voice enough to demand an satisfactory answer. “His majesty said it was the Ugaritan’s ways, he only wants to be polite” The girl shakes and silently prays in hopes that her reply was adequate. Her prayers were answered as you gesture at her to leave your room.

You smell a rat; it’s too risky for a prince to travel the countryside by himself. Especially when he is to meet a high profiled delegation like the one from Ugarit. Maybe you should ask your father in person about this.

*[[WAS: Ask your father about the change in plans]]

*[[WAS: Traditions must be uphold, meet the delegation in private]]
[[Category: War and Sex|G]]

WAS: Go to your private chambers to get some sleep

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 22:38:32 GMT

ArthurKung:

It has been a long day, the discussions of war have exhausted your mind. But as you enter your private chambers those thoughts disappear. You feel safe here, this room is yours and only yours. You don’t even let the servants into this room of fear that they might disturb the tranquility - unless her beauty is to your liking. You have stolen four servants' virtues so far and hope for a fifth soon. The walls are of solid rock from the mountain that your people live in. However you do have your own balcony, a luxury given only to the rich among your people since there simply isn’t enough space in the mountain to provide every citizen with a balcony.

Your room is decorated with the loot taken from your enemies. A white marble statue portraying a half naked maiden, taken from your plunder of the city of Rivera, dominates the centre of your room. On the walls hangs ritual masks, taken from a woodland people that migrated into your lands. Their art seems bewildering and pointless to you, but you do enjoy displaying them none the less. You move up to your Queen sized bed in the center of your room where your finest trophies lay sleeping. They lay on top of a white sheet; there is no duvet to hide their naked voluptuous bodies. Of course you are talking about your two concubines Lyna Rivera and Helena Farmer. No doubt exhausted from the lesbian sex they were having earlier in the day.

There is only praise for a man who acquires sex slaves in your world. Even the wives don’t mind it, that way they doesn’t have to please their husbands so often meaning less pain for them. Both of them are spoils of war, you could just have bought a slave at the market but that is beneath you. Lyna Rivera was enslaved when you conquered her mother city of Rivera. Lyna's family was a historic temple clan charge of keeping the national pride high, often she and her temple sisters would perform complicated rituals to appease their gods and strengthen unity among the people. Now she serves every single night in the bed chamber of the man who killed her family and enslaved her people. Obviously she isn’t happy about that, when you have sex with her she always says she’s going to kill you, during the first week she even tried it a couple of times. Now however the threats are still there but the fire in her eyes has dwindled somewhat. You suppose the humiliation of servitude has tamed her fierce spirit. Lyna is only nineteen so she still has the young, thin teenage body, her hair is long and blonde and her tits are of impressive size.

Helena Farmer is a different story, she is not of noble birth but a simple commoner. You met her completely by accident when you were on a patrol. Before Helena met you she was actually married. She has brown hair and is in her late thirties. She is not exactly thin but she is pleasant to look at. But what drew you to her were her boobs. They are enormous melons with meaty nipples that are perfect for suckling. You couldn’t take your eyes off them, and her horror began once she noticed your lust for her. It was a moment where your dick took command. Driven mad with lust you ordered her husband to be killed and her children into slavery while you took her for yourself. You excused yourself by claiming that a mere commoner did not deserve a woman like her. After the initial opposition she has submitted completely to you unlike Lyna. Your muscular figure and dominant personality even makes her horny in your presence.

You remove your clothes and think about what to do next.

*[[WAS: Wake up Lyna and demand sex]]

*[[WAS: Wake up Helena and demand sex]]

*[[WAS: Wake up both of them and demand sex]]

*[[WAS: Just lie between them and go to sleep]]
[[Category: War and Sex|G]]

WAS: Stop looking at the paintings

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 22:18:28 GMT

ArthurKung:

There are more important things to do now than looking at paintings.

*[[WAS: Go to your Fathers throne room]]

*[[WAS: Go to your private chambers]]

[[Category: War and Sex|S]]

WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the religious creations of your land

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 22:17:09 GMT

ArthurKung:

You’re filled with humility as you gaze at the gods of your people. In the beginning the world was a peaceful and quiet place were everything remained static. Nothing was destroyed or created. In it lived seven celestial female angels renowned for their beauty. But then seven beings from another dimension of reality entered the world. Unlike the celestial females they were male demons whose function was to destroy but also to create. When they encountered the female beings they fought a short and victorious war. Since the females knew nothing of destruction they had no way of defending themselves. The war ended with the demons destroying much of the world and taking the seven women as their slaves. The demons mated with the unwillingly celestial virgins which resulted in pregnancies. Eventually the seven females gave birth to water, land, air, fire, animals, man and beasts which all bound together to form the cosmos.

Soon after that the Demons returned to their own realm, taking with them the celestial females as war bounty. Yet despite the fact that they destroyed the world, they also created it again. This is the basic for your philosophy; war and sex, destruction and creation, they are both essential and dependent on each other.

*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting your victory at new Rivera]]
*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the hanging gardens in Almedia]]
*[[WAS: Stop looking at the paintings]]
[[Category: War and Sex|L]]

WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the religious creations of your land

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 22:15:50 GMT

ArthurKung:

You’re filled with humility as you gaze at the gods of your people. In the beginning the world was a peaceful and quiet place were everything remained static. Nothing was destroyed or created. In it lived seven celestial female angels renowned for their beauty. But then seven beings from another dimension of reality entered the world. Unlike the celestial females they were male demons whose function was to destroy but also to create. When they encountered the female beings they fought a short and victorious war. Since the females knew nothing of destruction they had no way of defending themselves. The war ended with the demons destroying much of the world and taking the seven women as their slaves. The demons mated with the unwillingly celestial virgins which resulted in pregnancies. Eventually the seven females gave birth to water, land, air, fire, animals, man and beasts which all bound together to form the cosmos.

Soon after that the Demons returned to their own realm taking with them the celestial females as war bounty. Yet despite the fact that they destroyed the world, they also created it again. This is the basic for your philosophy; war and sex, destruction and creation, they are both essential and dependent on each other.

*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting your victory at new Rivera]]
*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the hanging gardens in Almedia]]
*[[WAS: Stop looking at the paintings]]
[[Category: War and Sex|L]]

WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting your victory at new Rivera

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 22:06:07 GMT

ArthurKung:

You recollect on that fatal day. The people of Rivera had many seasons ago been subjugated by your people. They were second class citizens, but that didn’t suit them. Last year they rebelled and slaughtered the people from the seven mountains that ruled the city. But they did not stop there. Any signs of your peoples culture and identity were erased from the city, making it as if you had never been there.

Your father was outraged. What insolence! To your delight he choose you to lead the armies as a passage of manhood. You were only sixteen and you remember clearly the joy of driving your enemies before you and hearing the terrified screams of their women.

Today only feral wolves and the dead inhabit the ruins of Rivera. The men were killed and the women and children enslaved. On the night of victory their usurper King was cuffed and forced to watch you rape his daughter and wife. The youngest of your five brothers was then given the privilege of beheading him the next morning before your troops moved out and returned to the seven mountains.

*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the religious creations of your land]]

*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the hanging gardens in Almedia]]

*[[WAS: Stop looking at the paintings]]
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WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the hanging gardens in Almedia

ArthurKung — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 21:51:13 GMT

ArthurKung: (Adding to one of my favorite stories on this site. Anyone who feels that my edits are ruining the story are free to revert them.)

The hanging gardens are located in Almedia, the greatest city in the world. Almedia is filthy rich due to monopolizing most of the trade in its area. Having such money the queen (and the sole ruler) of the city decided to built a luxurious garden in the middle of it because of her love for beauty. The garden is built on top of an old temple from the city’s previous owners, a temple which was a huge building built as a perfect square made entirely of solid bricks. As a result the huge garden can be seen overlooking the city, its green plants and trees are a stunning comparison to the city life of the ordinary citizens. Supposedly it even has a waterfall built in, which streams down in great canals to the city in order to fill all its fountains and drinking wells. Every day at the same time, before the water overfills the canal, they release the water into their farmlands; giving their crops enough water to always have rich abundance of food and growth all year round.

Although the garden is astonishing to look at from below, especially for ordinary men, it is what’s inside that makes your blood boil. The queen of the city is according to rumor the most beautiful woman alive, and she never leaves that garden. She runs her entire kingdom among those exotic plants and is never seen by either common men or even kings of foreign lands. But her taste for beauty is not only limited to nature but also includes a love for flesh. During her reign she has assembled a sizable collection of slaves from all corners of the world. These, the world’s most beautiful women, are kept in the queen’s garden as “decorations”. Their sole purpose is to make the garden even more beautiful. There they live, away from any man who would want to claim them, in a forbidden harem.

The queen and her harem have been the subject of your many teenage fantasies. Legend has it that any man who enters the garden never walks out of it alive, and women who enter are only spared if their looks don't rise to the Queen standards. These rejected women are the ones who have lived to tell about the queen and her garden, but their answers aren't enough to fill the curiosity of men. You dream of some day claiming that harem and its queen for yourself and see if their beauty is as legend claims it to be. Some day. . .

*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting your victory at new Rivera]]

*[[WAS: Look closer at the picture depicting the religious creations of your land]]

*[[WAS: Stop looking at the paintings]]
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2T4U

ArthurKung — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 14:37:14 GMT

ArthurKung:

My last story [[Primal Influence]] may be a little too complex for many writers to wish to invest their time, and I really want a story writers can get into. So I present . . . 2 Taboo 4 You.

In this story an ancient curse has recently descended on the Southern Californian town of Tabba Valley (Taboo Valley when the kids are being "clever"). The curse was cast upon the town centuries ago while under Spanish rule by a perverted bruja . The curse causes all living things to build sexual need at an accelerated rate, and simultaneously makes normal sex unsatisfying. Only perverse, twisted, and/or taboo sex acts are satisfying. The curse lay dormant until the last of the bruja’s bloodline died . . . which has just happened.

'''Who are you''':

One of the Gundersons:
*[[2T4U/Blake Gunderson|Blake Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Blake Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Male Spirit, 39 years old, 6'4", weightless, 8" dick, Jet Black Hair, Golden Brown Eyes
*[[2T4U/Ellen Gunderson|Ellen Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Ellen Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Female, 34 years old, 5'5", 105 lbs., 36C/28/34, Blond Hair, Ice Blue Eyes
*[[2T4U/Jack Gunderson|Jack Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Jack Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Male, 16 years old, 6'2", 195 lbs., 7" dick, Jet Black Hair, Emerald Eyes
*[[2T4U/Melony Gunderson|Melony Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Melony Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Female, 14 years old, 5'2", 95 lbs., 32A/24/28, Black Hair, Ice Blue Eyes
*[[2T4U/Aaron Gunderson|Aaron Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Aaron Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Male, 8 years old, 4'2", 56 lbs., 3" dick, Blond Hair, Pale Green Eyes
*[[2T4U/Missy Gunderson|Missy Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Missy Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Female, 6 years old, 3'9", 44 lbs., Fiery Red Hair, Emerald Green Eyes
*[[2T4U/Tiffany Gunderson|Tiffany Gunderson]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Tiffany Gunderson|Character Sheet]]) Female, 3 years old, 3'0", 29 lbs., Light Blond Hair, Deep Blue Eyes
*[[2T4U/Bandit|Bandit]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Bandit|Character Sheet]]) Male Australian Shepherd Dog, 5 years old, 1'8" to the withers, 55 lbs., 6" dick with a 4" knot, Blue Merle Hair Pattern, Right Eye Ice blue, Left Eye Amber with a Blue section

One of the Lanes:
*[[2T4U/Matthew Lane|Matthew Lane]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Matthew Lane|Character Sheet]]) Male, 42 years old, 6'0", 195 lbs., 7" dick, Auburn Hair, Cobalt Blue Eyes
*[[2T4U/Cortney Lane|Cortney Lane]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Cortney Lane|Character Sheet]]) Female, 32 years old, 5'7", 145 lbs., 38DD/32/36, Platinum Blond Hair, Cinnamon Brown Eyes
*[[2T4U/Jimbo Lane|Jimbo Lane]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Jimbo Lane|Character Sheet]]) Male, 38 years old, 6'2", 225 lbs., 10" dick, Fiery Red Hair, Pale Green Eyes
*[[2T4U/Brittany Lane|Brittany Lane]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Brittany Lane|Character Sheet]]) Female, 16 years old, 5'7", 125 lbs., Platinum Blond Hair, Brown Eyes
*[[2T4U/Leah Lane|Leah Lane]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Leah Lane|Character Sheet]]) Female, 10 years old, 4'5", 51 lbs., Golden Blond Hair, Light Brown Eyes

Other:
*[[2T4U/Prisslyn Moonglow|Prisslyn Moonglow]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Prisslyn Moonglow|Character Sheet]]) Hermaphrodite Noble Fairy, 2516 years old, 5.5", 1.07 oz., Rainbow Hair, Violet eyes
*[[2T4U/Eklipce Sunsong|Eklipce Sunsong]]: ([[2T4U/Charactor Sheet - Eklipce Sunsong|Character Sheet]]) Female Common Fairy, 176 years old, 5.9", 1.38 oz., Purple/Pink hair, Magenta eyes
*[[2T4U/Crimson Sunsong|Crimson Sunsong]] ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Crimson Sunsong|Character Sheet]])Male Common Fairy, 4 years old, 3.2", .31 oz., Pale blue hair, Sapphire eyes
*[[2T4U/Emily Desirae Cabot|Emily Cabot]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Emily Desirae Cabot|Character Sheet]]) Female Death-touched Vampire, 954 years old (appears to be 10 years old), 4'6", 69 lbs., Black Hair, Blue eyes
*[[2T4U/Esteban de Santa|Esteban de Santa]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Esteban de Santa|Character Sheet]]) Male Faith Mage, 43 years old, 5'8", 230 lbs. 6" dick. Black hair, dark brown eyes.
*[[2T4U/Avaron Skylark|Avaron Skylark]]: ([[2T4U/Character sheet - Avaron Skylark|Character Sheet]]) Male Common Fairy, 30 years old, 6.5", 2.13 oz., Black hair, Forrest green eyes.
*[[2T4U/Maria Consuela Angel Cortez|Maria Cortez]]: ([[2T4U/Character Sheet - Maria Consuela Angel Cortez|Character Sheet]]) Female Sorceress Wiccan Priestess Bruja Spirit, 265 years old, 5'2", weightless, 38DD/34/36, Black Hair, Cinnamon Brown Eyes

Want to Contribute? I welcome it, but please read the [[2T4U/Editing Rules|Editing Rules and Permissions]] first.

Also, as all the stories are connected, you may want to look over [[2T4U/The timeline tree|The Timeline Tree]] witch can be used as a quick reference to collaborate the stories together. The current character you are writing for may take actions different from what is in the time line, but this helps to know where other characters are and what they are doing. (Currently being developed, feel free to contribute but please read the guide at the top of the page before doing so.)

You may also want to read the [[2T4U/Supernatural Beings Abilities|Supernatural Beings Abilities]] page. If you add a new type of supernatural being please define their abilities, but don't be surprised if I change those abilities around. Also see the [[2T4U/Spells archive|Spells archive]] for a list of witch, sorcerer, or faith mage spells that are either currently active in the story, can be used by certain magic using characters, or are common staples of spell lore witch a magic using character may consider using.

[[Category: 2T4U]]

2T4U/Maria Consuela Angel Cortez

ArthurKung — Sat, 25 Apr 2015 12:26:42 GMT

ArthurKung: Replaced "steak" with "stake". (Being tied to an actual steak sounds like a very delicious method of execution though.)

It's finally here. The day you have been waiting for. The day your curse will finally take effect upon the denizens of Tabba Valley. It has been a long time in coming, but today you are finally going to see the chance to see the death of the last of your descendants, effectively releasing the power of the curse upon the world.

You have been watching and waiting for a long time to get this started. It was a necessity before you died to use your own family, the fruits of your loins resulting from your multiple sexual encounters during your life, the focus for the curse. You were tied to a stake and had no ability to prepare any circles of power or other relics to act as conduits, but your power had already rested within the children. Some of the older ones had even had the engravings of your rituals carved upon them at the time. They would likely have been put to death as well after you if you hadn't made them the focus of the curse. At the time, it had been to protect them and keep your craft going. How strange that over the years your benevolent act to assure the lives of your children had turned into a prison.

Despite your efforts, the lineage of your craft had been destroyed anyway. Your children were taken in as wards of the church. Unlike other members of the church though, they were actually given the “holy mission” to bear more children into the world. You had held out your hope for your children for a while, that is until the last of them died without passing on their craft leaving your grand children as chattel of the church. It was then you decided they would be better off dead. You could not carry out these mercy kills immediately, you had expended all of your bruja powers in order to cast this curse and were unable to carry on any of them into your after life. You had to then practice affecting the world around you with your powers as a spirit. A spirit's powers grow with age, but a spirit's power is also tied to a specific location as well. Those who only haunt one building can often gain the power to affect the physical world within 5 years, but your domain was the entirety of Tabba valley. Fortunately for you though, you had a great deal of spiritual power in life to give you a good head start. Even so, it wasn't until 7 whole decades later that you had managed to start in on your crusade of mercy kills of your descendants long devoid and diluted of the heritage of the craft of generations past. You would visit them each night, wrapping your icy hand of death around each of their throats until you choked the life out of them.

It wasn't long at all until the church caught on to what you were doing as one mysterious body turned up after another, all among the descendants of your line. That was when they enacted a powerful holy spell upon you. They were unable to exercise you completely, the very nature of the curse bound you to this world. However, they were able to cast a compulsion upon you that prevented you from coming into contact with any virgin female. This was a rather annoying gease they had placed upon you. Christian magic was especially strong when it came to things having to do with virgin women, but that was not the major thing about it. It also had a rather annoying effect in keeping her from taking any action to stop someone from ending the curse.

'''Options for this new reboot of Maria's story'''
*[[2T4U/Reminisce on why this makes it possible to end the curse|Reminisce on why this makes it possible to end the curse]]
*[[2T4U/Back to the part about killing your descendants|Back to the part about killing your descendants]]

or
'''See here for the old version'''
*[[2T4U/Proposition Ellen for sex|Proposition Ellen for sex]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Maria Consuela Angel Cortez]]

2T4U/Walk to school

ArthurKung — Thu, 02 Apr 2015 20:52:44 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'A morning walk might distract you from the solid erection stirring in your trousers. Besides, it's too hot outside for you to just hang around and wait for a bus that may or may …'

A morning walk might distract you from the solid erection stirring in your trousers. Besides, it's too hot outside for you to just hang around and wait for a bus that may or may not even show up anyways. Turning around, you begin marching down along the sidewalk in a brisk, busy pace; not wanting to linger around any more than necessary.

The sun scorches the back of your head as you walk, but you can't help but feel that its bright light adds to the neighborhood's beauty. The summer is finally here to stay now, and it becomes obvious as you move past the green gardens that surround the street's many villas. From behind high-walled hedges you hear the melodic song of pigeons chirping in bird bath fountains, and the morning breeze has a scent of freshly mowed grass as it blows against your face. This community has always been a posh, snobbish place, but mornings like this actually gives it some genuine warmth.

But just as you start to enjoy the surroundings for a change, you're suddenly met with the obnoxious greeting:

"Jackie! Jackie, over here!"

A shiver runs down your spine at the sound of a familiar nasal voice, and you turn around to see Fiona, one of your mother's friends. A tall, 40-something woman with short blonde hair and steel blue eyes; and by far the least favorite of your neighbors. She's the embodiment of arrogance, being so self-absorbed in her manner that one would think she shouldn't even want other people to talk to. She does though, and makes sure to call you by the condescending nickname "Jackie" whenever she can. Wearing a grey summer dress and with the leash of her enormous poodle Michelle firmly grasped, she walks up to you with a big, fake smile.

"Jackie, ''darling''! I haven't seen you in ages! Just the other day I was telling your mother how we barely ever get to talk with eachother anymore. You haven't been avoiding me, have you?".

You inform her that you're on your way to school, to which she unfortunately replies:

"Great! I'll go with you. Michelle and I were on our daily powerwalk anyways.".

What then follows is fifteen minutes of agonizing torture for your ears. Fiona babbles relentlessly about her encounters with impolite store clerks, unreasonable housekeepers and some plumber who was supposed to have fixed her kitchen sink weeks ago. She doesn't allow you to chip in at any point during the conversation; except when she demands you to agree with her statements. You zone out after a while, and instead focus on her appearance.

Fiona might be a superficial old snob, but damnit if she isn't one of the ''classiest''-looking women you know. The way she walks, talks and moves her hands gives her an almost powerful aura: as if she owns the situation entirely, without a single noticable flaw. The minimalistic yet extravagant jewelry, eyeliner-prominent makeup and faint smell of lavender helps contribute to a facade of perfection, despite her age, and the thought of what she might be like in bed makes you strangely aroused for some reason.

'''What do you do?'''

*[[2T4U/Invite yourself to her home|Invite yourself to her home]]
*[[2T4U/Ignore Fiona and keep walking to school|Ignore Fiona and keep walking to school]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Walk to school]]

TWAWKI/Barry should try a milking machine on his cock

ArthurKung — Fri, 20 Feb 2015 00:27:37 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'You focus your godly powers and whisper: <font color=limegreen>''"Barry, that machine of yours can probably milk a whole lot more than just udders."''</font color> Barry shifts…'

You focus your godly powers and whisper:

<font color=limegreen>''"Barry, that machine of yours can probably milk a whole lot more than just udders."''</font color>

Barry shifts his gaze over to the humming milking machine, a look of naughty interest on his face. The cow's nipples have always looked surprisingly similar to penises in his eyes; and watching them being pumped by the machine actually makes him aroused. He unhooks a teat cup from one of the cows with one hand and unzips his pants with the other, pulling out an eight inch rod which he starts stroking excitedly. Carefully putting the teat cup's soft rubber mouthpiece against the head of his cock, a vaccuum is formed and the machine swallows his dick all the way down to the pubes.

At first starts panicking, but then he visibly gets into it as the liner barrel wraps around his length tightly; squeezing and pulsating in a quick rythm. He leans back against the wall and groans, watching the teat cup bounce up and down on his crotch. Eventually, the trembling suction pushes him over the edge, whereupon he cums forcefully into the machine, only to have it milk him completely dry again.

He then removes the milking machine from his cock and re-zips his pants, still breathing heavily from the orgasm.

'''Influence Barry Wilson'''
*[[TWAWKI/Screw the chores, Barry should go back to the house|Screw the chores, Barry should go back to the house]]

'''Make a rule'''
*[[TWAWKI/All humans are sexually attracted to animals|All humans are sexually attracted to animals]]
*[[TWAWKI/Incest is not only okay, but highly desirable|Incest is not only okay, but highly desirable]]

'''Other'''
*[[TWAWKI/Wait for him to finish and go back inside|Wait for him to finish and go back inside]]

{{TWAWKITemplate
|Country=United States
|Region=Miller's Grove, Indiana
|Individual=Barry Wilson
|Condition=Horny
|Rules=''None''. / }}

[[Category: TWAWKI|Barry should try a milking machine on his cock]]

2T4U/Cum in the dog's food

ArthurKung — Sun, 15 Feb 2015 13:19:17 GMT

ArthurKung:

The thought of masturbating in the kitchen actually gets you pretty excited. But you're not about to blow your load in the sink or in the garbage bin; people do eat here after all. So instead, you grab Bandit's food bowl and whip your cock out. He's not going to mind a bit of jizz in his breakfast. Hell, you've seen him eat way worse during dog walks.

You close your eyes and warm your cock up with long, squeezing strokes while scanning your mind for a nice mental image to go with the beat-off session. But surprisingly, you're not met with pictures of big, perky tits or plump asses; but of dogs. You imagine yourself grabbing on to the furry rear end of a collie, spreading its cunt wide open as you thrust inside it. Picking up the pace, you envision the dog's excited panting as you frantically fuck it from behind, and eventually orgasm; plastering the food bowl with thick ropes of white seed.

Calming yourself down, you find yourself mildly shocked by the fact that you not only imagined fucking a dog, but actually orgasmed from it. Putting the bowl down again, you're instantly met with clattering claws against the floor as Bandit hurries into the kitchen. Thinking that anything put in his bowl is food, he quickly digs in on your warm semen, eagerly lapping it up with slurping, smacking noises. You sip your pants up again and give him a friendly pat on the back. The school bus won't be arriving for another hour, so you've still got plenty of time to kill this morning.

'''What do you do?'''
*[[2T4U/Grab a bowl of cereal|Grab a bowl of cereal]]
*[[2T4U/Make everyone breakfast|Make everyone breakfast]]
*[[2T4U/Take Bandit out on a morning walk|Take Bandit out on a morning walk]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Cum in the dog's food]]

2T4U/Cum in the dog's food

ArthurKung — Sun, 15 Feb 2015 13:14:40 GMT

ArthurKung:

The thought of masturbating in the kitchen actually gets you pretty excited. But you're not about to blow your load in the sink or in the garbage bin; people do eat here after all. So instead, you grab Bandit's food bowl and whip your cock out. He's not going to mind a bit of jizz in his breakfast. Hell, you've seen him eat way worse during dog walks.

You close your eyes and warm your cock up with long, squeezing strokes while scanning your mind for a nice mental image to go with the beat-off session. But surprisingly, you're not met with pictures of big, perky tits or plump asses; but of dogs. You imagine yourself grabbing on to the furry rear end of a collie, spreading its cunt wide open as you thrust inside it. Picking up the pace, you envision the dog's excited panting as you frantically fuck it from behind, and eventually orgasm; plastering the food bowl with thick ropes of white seed.

Calming yourself down, you find yourself mildly shocked by the fact that you not only imagined fucking a dog, but actually orgasmed from it. Putting the bowl down again, you're instantly met with clattering claws against the floor as Bandit hurries into the kitchen. Thinking that anything put in the bowl is food, he quickly digs in on your warm semen, eagerly lapping it up with slurping, smacking noises. You sip your pants up again and give him a friendly pat on the back. The school bus won't be arriving for another hour, so you've still got plenty of time to kill this morning.

'''What do you do?'''
*[[2T4U/Grab a bowl of cereal|Grab a bowl of cereal]]
*[[2T4U/Make everyone breakfast|Make everyone breakfast]]
*[[2T4U/Take Bandit out on a morning walk|Take Bandit out on a morning walk]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Cum in the dog's food]]

2T4U/Cum in the dog's food

ArthurKung — Sun, 15 Feb 2015 13:13:18 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'The thought of masturbating in the kitchen actually gets you pretty excited. But you're not about to blow your load in the sink or in the garbage bin; people do eat here after al…'

The thought of masturbating in the kitchen actually gets you pretty excited. But you're not about to blow your load in the sink or in the garbage bin; people do eat here after all. So instead, you grab Bandit's food bowl and whip your cock out. He's not going to mind a bit of jizz in his breakfast. Hell, you've seen him eat way worse during dog walks.

You close your eyes and warm your cock up with long, squeezing strokes while scanning your mind for a nice mental image to go with the beat-off session. But surprisingly, you're not met with pictures of big, perky tits or plump asses; but of dogs. You imagine yourself grabbing on to the furry rear end of a collie, spreading its cunt wide open as you thrust inside it. Picking up the pace, you envision the dog's excited panting as you frantically fuck it from behind, and eventually orgasm; plastering the food bowl with thick ropes of white seed.

Calming yourself down, you find yourself horror-struck by the fact that you not only imagined fucking a dog, but actually orgasmed from it. Putting the bowl down again, you're instantly met with clattering claws against the floor as Bandit hurries into the kitchen. Thinking that anything put in the bowl is food, he quickly digs in on your warm semen, eagerly lapping it up with slurping, smacking noises. You sip your pants up again and give him a friendly pat on the back. The school bus won't be arriving for another hour, so you've still got plenty of time to kill this morning.

'''What do you do?'''
*[[2T4U/Grab a bowl of cereal|Grab a bowl of cereal]]
*[[2T4U/Make everyone breakfast|Make everyone breakfast]]
*[[2T4U/Take Bandit out on a morning walk|Take Bandit out on a morning walk]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Cum in the dog's food]]

2T4U/Eat your breakfast and leave for school

ArthurKung — Sun, 25 Jan 2015 14:03:29 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'You sit down next to Missy and reach for a glass of apple juice, emptying it in one gulp. Its sweet, refreshing nectars help divert attention from your raging hard-on, and so you…'

You sit down next to Missy and reach for a glass of apple juice, emptying it in one gulp. Its sweet, refreshing nectars help divert attention from your raging hard-on, and so you're able to eat the rest of your breakfast without worrying about the painful rod stirring inside your pants. The two of you share a quiet meal together, before you decide to pack your bag and leave for school.

Outside, you're struck by the thick suburban warmth. A cruel Californian sun casts its morning light from behind tealed rooftops, and despite having spent nearly twenty minutes making breakfast you're still up way too early for the school bus to have arrived. You'll probably have to wait another fifteen minutes before it gets here, and then twenty more before actually arriving at school. You've never been a fan of just standing around, and with a cock as hard as yours waiting for that long would be downright torture.

You muse, considering other options for a moment. Your girlfriend Brittany lives just a few blocks away from here, and her dad bought her a brand new car last christmas. You could easily ride to school with her, and maybe even get some release while you're at it.

Then again, Tabba Valley High isn't ''that'' far of a walk from where you live. If you went there on foot, it would probably just take half an hour at most.

'''What do you do?'''
*[[2T4U/Wait for the school bus to arrive|Wait for the school bus to arrive]]
*[[2T4U/Go to your girlfriend Brittany's house|Go to your girlfriend Brittany's house]]
*[[2T4U/Walk to school|Walk to school]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Eat your breakfeast and leave for school]]

2T4U/Stick with the plan and enter the cave

ArthurKung — Fri, 09 Jan 2015 22:34:05 GMT

ArthurKung:

"You're doing the right thing, ''niño''." he smiles before handing you some kind of calculator. "This is an EMF meter, it measures electromagnetic fields. But most importantly: it will help you see if a spirit or a ghost is anywhere near you. I doubt you'll find any such beings down there, but it's always good to be prepared.". You take the gadget, and then crawl down through the opening in the stone, descending into a moist, ice cold cavern that seems to lead further into the mountain. Whatever sunlight that was visible from the cave opening falls behind as you press onwards into the darkness. Sharp stalactites glitter evilly in the glow of your flashlight; and you can't help but think they look like the teeth of some enormous monster, whose jaws you're willingly entering as you walk further and further into the freezing tunnel. It's eerily silent, the only sound available being the empty echo of your own footsteps.

Part of you is starting to regret having ever agreed to all of this. Witches? Curses? It all sounded like make-believe back in the Janitor's office, but now that you're here they almost seem like a dangerous reality; one you're facing alone and unarmed, far away from home. Your wiener however, has somehow managed to still remain hard. And the uncomfortable feeling of it pressing against your pants serves as a stout reminder of why you agreed to this.

After what seems like hours, you suddenly see a dim, yellowish light in the end of the tunnel. Following it, you find yourself in a natural chamber of sorts, with several tunnel openings along its walls. The actual light, however, comes from a crack in the low roof, where bleak sunlight seeps through. Overall, the chamber seems like a comfortable change from the other caves. It's slightly warmer in here, and a few green vines can be seen growing amongst the rocks, bringing life to an otherwise dead environment. The only bothersome detail is the ominous stone wall etched with strange writings.

You inspect the wall more closely. On the boulders surrounding it lay wax candles which seem to have burned out centuries ago. At the very top of it is a crudely carved pentagram, but the text itself seems to be in latin. Fortunately for you, your history teacher Mrs. Collins taught you some of the language when you were studying ancient rome; so you're able to decipher most of its writing. "''Loquimini verba magicae - Evocant veneficas''", "Speak the words of magic - Evoke the witches".

This all sounds like it could be useful information! If you manage to call forth the witch; you could probably end the curse right away. Now you just need to find the magic words; whatever they may be.

*[[2T4U/Walk up to the wall|Walk up to the wall]]
*[[2T4U/Enter the western tunnel|Enter the western tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the eastern tunnel|Explore the eastern tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the southern tunnel|Explore the southern tunnel]]

[[Category:2T4U|Stick with the plan and enter the cave]]

2T4U/Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say

ArthurKung — Fri, 09 Jan 2015 22:13:58 GMT

ArthurKung:

The janitor grabs one of the old tomes and opens it. Flipping through, he then finds a page which he shows you: a woodcut depicting a woman being burned on the stake, with devils and monsters laughing in the flames. ”Maria died in front of hundreds of witnesses. But ''brujas'' are beings of dark magic, and her powers were beyond mortal comprehension.” He flips to another page, with hand-made writings that look reminiscent of a journal. ”My ancestor, Emanuel de Santa, was an witch hunter trained by the Vatican's finest exorcists. He refused to believe that the execution was the death of Maria, so he interrogated her neighbors for clues about where and how she performed her magic. In his memoirs, he mentions a cave outside of town, where she supposedly made dark pacts with demons in order to enhance her own powers. I don't know exactly how we should end this curse; but searching that cave for clues should be an excellent start.”

He shuts the tome again and walks back to the cabinet, where he then starts filling a leather satchel with weapons and reagents. ”I'll drive us there right now. Don't worry about school; I'll forge a note from your ''mama'' so that the teachers won't worry about your absence.”.

All of this is happening so fast, but for some reason what he says seems to make sense. So you follow the janitor to his pickup truck on the school parking lot, and before you know it you're driving with him out of town, to the empty desert highway.

Hours pass. The janitor navigates through serpentine pathways that eventually end by the foot of a great red mountain. You then have to travel by foot for a while, climbing cliffs and crags until you finally see a tiny black hole among the rocks up ahead: a cave. The Janitor stops and hands you the bags, along with a flashlight.

”Good luck down there, ''niño''. See what you can find out about the curse and how to stop it. I'll be waiting out here for as long as it takes.”

The sudden news hit you like a shock. You're supposed to enter the cave ''alone''?

”Like I said, you're uncorrupted by the curse. You're not driven by lust, so you'll be able to survive whatever she throws at you. I, on the other hand, have only managed to endure thanks to my training as a child. But if I were to enter a place so closely connected to her powers, there's no telling what I might do: especially to a little boy such as yourself.”.

Do you:
*[[2T4U/Stick with the plan and enter the cave|Stick with the plan and enter the cave]]
*[[2T4U/Change your mind and demand to go back home|Change your mind and demand to go back home]]

[[Category:2T4U|Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say]]

2T4U/Stick with the plan and enter the cave

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 13:52:21 GMT

ArthurKung:

"You're doing the right thing, ''niño''." he smiles before handing you some kind of calculator. "This is an EMF meter, it measures electromagnetic fields. But more importantly, it can help you detect if a spirit or a ghost is anywhere near. I don't know whether you'll find any such beings down there, but it's always good to be prepared.". You take it, and then crawl down through the opening in the stone, descending into a moist, ice cold cavern that seems to lead further into the mountain. Whatever sunlight that was visible from the cave opening falls behind you as you press onwards into the darkness. In the glow of your flashlight, sharp stalactites glitter evilly; and you can't help but think they look like the teeth of some enormous monster, whose open jaw you're entering as you walk further and further into the freezing tunnel. It's eerily silent, with the only sound available being the empty echo of your own footsteps.

Part of you is starting to regret ever having agreed to all of this. Witches? Curses? It all sounded like make-believe back in the Janitor's office, but now they seem like a dangerous reality; one you're facing alone and unarmed, far away from home. Despite this your wiener has somehow managed to remain hard, and the uncomfortable feeling of it pressing against your pants serves as a reminder of why you agreed to doing this.

After what seems like hours, you suddenly see a dim, yellowish light in the end of the tunnel. Following it, you find the tunnel ending in a natural chamber of sorts, with severak tunnel openings along its walls. The light, however, comes from a crack in the low roof, allowing sunlight to seep through. Overall, the chamber seems like a comfortable change from the other caves. It's slightly warmer in here, and a few green vines can be seen growing here and there, giving life to an otherwise dead environment. If it hadn't been for the stone wall etched with strange writings, it would have been a perfectly nice place.

You look at the wall more closely. On the stones surrounding it lay wax candles which seem to have burned out centuries ago. At the very top of it is a crudely carved pentagram, but the actual text looks to be in latin. Fortunately, your history teacher Mrs. Collins taught you some of the language when you were studying ancient rome; so you're able to make most of its writing. "''Loquimini verba magicae - Evocant veneficas''", "Speak the words of magic - Evoke the witches".

This all sounds like it could be useful information! If you manage to call forth the witch; you could probably end the curse. Now you just need to find the magic words; whatever they may be.

*[[2T4U/Walk up to the wall|Walk up to the wall]]
*[[2T4U/Enter the western tunnel|Enter the western tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the eastern tunnel|Explore the eastern tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the southern tunnel|Explore the southern tunnel]]

[[Category:2T4U|Stick with the plan and enter the cave]]

Talk:2T4U/Walk up to the wall

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:31:23 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'It should be noted that I shamelessly stole the idea of directly writing into the browser in order to advance to the next page from Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates (more …'

It should be noted that I shamelessly stole the idea of directly writing into the browser in order to advance to the next page from [[Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]] (more specifically, from its page "[[Knock at the door]]"). --[[User:ArthurKung|ArthurKung]] 03:31, 1 January 2015 (UTC)

2T4U/Walk up to the wall

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:14:54 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'The cave wall is smooth and cold to the touch. At the very top of it is a crudely carved pentagram, but the actual text looks to be in latin. "Loquimini verba magicae - Evocant v…'

The cave wall is smooth and cold to the touch. At the very top of it is a crudely carved pentagram, but the actual text looks to be in latin. "Loquimini verba magicae - Evocant veneficas", "Speak the words of magic - Evoke the witches".

''Author's note: If you know the words of magic, type them in your browser in the way shown below : with a capital letter at the beginning and with the _ symbol instead of spaces. ''

http:// editthis.info/create_your_own_story/'''Magic_words_here'''

''If you do not know the magic words, there's no choice but to:''

*[[2T4U/Return to the chamber|Return to the chamber]]

[[Category:2T4U|Walk up to the wall]]

2T4U/Stick with the plan and enter the cave

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:06:29 GMT

ArthurKung:

"You're doing the right thing, ''niño''." he smiles before handing you some kind of calculator. "This is an EMF meter, it measures electromagnetic fields. But more importantly, it can help you detect if a spirit or a ghost is anywhere near. I don't know whether you'll find any such beings down there, but it's always good to be prepared.". You take it, and then crawl down through the opening in the stone, descending into a moist, ice cold cavern that seems to lead further into the mountain. Whatever sunlight that was visible from the cave opening falls behind you as you press onwards into the darkness. In the glow of your flashlight, sharp stalactites glitter evilly; and you can't help but think they look like the teeth of some enormous monster, whose open jaw you're entering as you walk further and further into the freezing tunnel. It's eerily silent, with the only sound available being the empty echo of your own footsteps.

Part of you is starting to regret ever having agreed to all of this. Witches? Curses? It all sounded like make-believe back in the Janitor's office, but now they seem like a dangerous reality; one you're facing alone and unarmed, far away from home. Despite this your wiener has somehow managed to remain hard, and the uncomfortable feeling of it pressing against your pants serves as a reminder of why you agreed to doing this.

After what seems like hours, you suddenly see a dim, yellowish light in the end of the tunnel. Following it, you find the tunnel ending in a natural chamber of sorts, with severak tunnel openings along its walls. The light, however, comes from a crack in the low roof, allowing sunlight to seep through. Overall, the chamber seems like a comfortable change from the other caves. It's slightly warmer in here, and a few green vines can be seen growing here and there, giving life to an otherwise dead environment. If it hadn't been for the stone wall etched with strange writings, it would have been a perfectly nice place.

You look at the wall more closely. On the stones surrounding it lay wax candles which seem to have burned out centuries ago. At the very top of it is a crudely carved pentagram, but the actual text looks to be in latin. Fortunately, your history teacher Mrs. Collins taught you some of the language when you were studying ancient rome; so you're able to make most of its writing. "''Loquimini verba magicae - Evocant veneficas''", "Speak the words of magic - Evoke the witches".

Now you just need to find the magic words; whatever they may be.

*[[2T4U/Walk up to the wall|Walk up to the wall]]
*[[2T4U/Enter the western tunnel|Enter the western tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the eastern tunnel|Explore the eastern tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the southern tunnel|Explore the southern tunnel]]

[[Category:2T4U|Stick with the plan and enter the cave]]

2T4U/Stick with the plan and enter the cave

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:04:29 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with '"You're doing the right thing, ''niño''." he smiles before handing you some kind of calculator. "This is an EMF meter, it measures electromagnetic fields. But more importantly, …'

"You're doing the right thing, ''niño''." he smiles before handing you some kind of calculator. "This is an EMF meter, it measures electromagnetic fields. But more importantly, it can help you detect if a spirit or a ghost is anywhere near. I don't know whether you'll find any such beings down there, but it's always good to be prepared.". You take it, and then crawl down through the opening in the stone, descending into a moist, ice cold cavern that seems to lead further into the mountain. Whatever sunlight that was visible from the cave opening falls behind you as you press onwards into the darkness. In the glow of your flashlight, sharp stalactites glitter evilly; and you can't help but think they look like the teeth of some enormous monster, whose open jaw you're entering as you walk further and further into the freezing tunnel. It's eerily silent, with the only sound available being the empty echo of your own footsteps.

Part of you is very much starting to regret ever having agreed to all of this. Witches? Curses? It all sounded like make-believe back in the Janitor's office, but now they seem like a dangerous reality; one you're facing alone and unarmed, far away from home. Despite this your wiener has somehow managed to remain hard, and the uncomfortable feeling of it pressing against your pants serves as a reminder of why you agreed to doing this.

After what seems like hours, you suddenly see a dim, yellowish light in the end of the tunnel. Following it, you find the tunnel ending in a natural chamber of sorts, with severak tunnel openings along its walls. The light, however, comes from a crack in the low roof, allowing sunlight to seep through. Overall, the chamber seems like a comfortable change from the other caves. It's slightly warmer in here, and a few green vines can be seen growing here and there, giving life to an otherwise dead environment. If it hadn't been for the stone wall etched with strange writings, it would have been a perfectly nice place.

You look at the wall more closely. On the stones surrounding it lay wax candles which seem to have burned out centuries ago. At the very top of it is a crudely carved pentagram, but the actual text looks to be in latin. Fortunately, your history teacher Mrs. Collins taught you some of the language when you were studying ancient rome; so you're able to make most of its writing. "''Loquimini verba magicae - Evocant veneficas''", "Speak the words of magic - Evoke the witches".

Now you just need to find the magic words; whatever they may be.

*[[2T4U/Walk up to the wall|Walk up to the wall]]
*[[2T4U/Enter the western tunnel|Enter the western tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the eastern tunnel|Explore the eastern tunnel]]
*[[2T4U/Explore the southern tunnel|Explore the southern tunnel]]

[[Category:2T4U|Stick with the plan and enter the cave]]

User talk:Elerneron

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 02:02:04 GMT

ArthurKung:

== Please place new communication at the top ==

Thank you for the quick reply, as well as your thoughts on the story; the ideas you suggested sound very promising, and I will definately keep them in mind!--[[User:ArthurKung|ArthurKung]] 02:02, 1 January 2015 (UTC)
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Hello Elerneron! I have been contributing to your story [[2T4U|2 Taboo 4 You]] (which I absolutely adore, by the way). In my latest edits ([[2T4U/Go and talk with the janitor|this]] and [[2T4U/Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say|this]]) , I started a story branch where Aaron is planned to have the possibility of ending the curse cast by Maria Cortez. In those edits, I also expanded a bit on her backstory (all while sticking to the rules of brujas and witches, of course).
Since you expressed a desire of having all stories interconnected: I understand that this story branch could prove problematic, which is why I wanted to let you know that you're free to delete the pages if you so wish! --[[User:ArthurKung|ArthurKung]] 21:53, 30 December 2014 (UTC)

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Hi just wanted to say thisnis a great story so far can not wait to read more its fun and exciting.

Thanks. I can usually tell when you're working on a particular arc and I'll work on a different one. I love the idea for the story! -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

I like when someone picks something up I've written and they run with it! It makes me feel like I've really contributed in a meaningful way. Glad you're doing so with the story arcs I put in! -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

Of course you can tweak my entries! I love when people do that, it makes me feel like I've made a valuable contribution. The worst thing for a writer is to be ignored. -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

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You can always take a look at how I create my styles and links at [[Dirty Me/LinkStatus]] --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 04:09, 26 July 2014 (UTC)

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You can move the pages. It will create a redirect though and you will need to modify all links to that page, except for the category area. That will stay. For example, for my pages I always use <nowiki>[[Dirty Me/Page name]]</nowiki>, then it is all in the Dirty Me area and I don't have to worry about getting links to other stories, or other stories accidentally linking to mine.

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btw, just wanted to let you know. Your story seems sort of interesting so far. I guess it needs more to it, but wanted to let you know so you don't think I only point out bad things to people. It is an interesting concept, and probably won't be as much of a mess as mine, where I can't seem to figure out ways to end it, just keep adding more redlinks and never ending paths... Keep up the good word, looking forward to seeing the entire flow of it soon =^.^= --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 08:59, 25 July 2014 (UTC)

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As for replying, better to go to my talk page to reply. I might not see you responded to yours, but I will get a notice if you reply on my talk. --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 07:44, 24 July 2014 (UTC)

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No worries. I am not the site admin, that is Platypus. I just wanted to warn you because he gives three warnings and then bans the person. You did not seem to have the problem, so just wanted to mention before you got a warning.

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Sorry about that, I guess I was in just too much of a hurry. I'll try not to do it again. --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]]

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I added the appropriate category to your guidelines. Please note, all pages, other than user pages, must still have the correct category included. --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 05:58, 24 July 2014 (UTC)

2T4U/Character Sheet - Esteban de Santa

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 01:52:08 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with '*'''Full Name''': Esteban Vicente de Santa *'''Common Name''': Esteban *'''Gender''': Male *'''Character Type''': Human *'''Age''': 43 years old. *'''Height''': 5'2" *'''Weight''…'

*'''Full Name''': Esteban Vicente de Santa
*'''Common Name''': Esteban
*'''Gender''': Male
*'''Character Type''': Human
*'''Age''': 43 years old.
*'''Height''': 5'2"
*'''Weight''': Weightless
*'''Measurements''':
*'''Penis''': 6 inches uncircumcised
*'''Hair''': Short, bristly black
*'''Eyes''': Dark brown
*'''Significant Other''': None
*'''Details''': Esteban is the last remaining ancestor of the witch-hunters who executed Maria Cortez; the witch who cast the curse upon Tabba Valley. For centuries, his family was tasked with guarding the members of Cortez' bloodline, to keep them from dying. However, as the age of superstition was eventually replaced by the age of reason; whereupon higher officials decided that guarding people against their own will was inhumane. The de Santas were forbidden from being near the remaining Cortez descendants, who then died to activate Maria's curse. Esteban, though trained in the arts of witch hunting and exorcism since birth, has since then taken a job as a janitor at an inner-city primary school.

[[Category: 2T4U|Ω Character Sheet - Esteban de Santa]] [[Category: Character Sheets|Esteban de Santa]]

2T4U

ArthurKung — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 01:41:18 GMT

ArthurKung:

User talk:Elerneron

ArthurKung — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 21:53:04 GMT

ArthurKung:

== Please place new communication at the top ==

Hello Elerneron! I have been contributing to your story [[2T4U|2 Taboo 4 You]] (which I absolutely adore, by the way). In my latest edits ([[2T4U/Go and talk with the janitor|this]] and [[2T4U/Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say|this]]) , I started a story branch where Aaron is planned to have the possibility of ending the curse cast by Maria Cortez. In those edits, I also expanded a bit on her backstory (all while sticking to the rules of brujas and witches, of course).
Since you expressed a desire of having all stories interconnected: I understand that this story branch could prove problematic, which is why I wanted to let you know that you're free to delete the pages if you so wish! --[[User:ArthurKung|ArthurKung]] 21:53, 30 December 2014 (UTC)

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Hi just wanted to say thisnis a great story so far can not wait to read more its fun and exciting.

Thanks. I can usually tell when you're working on a particular arc and I'll work on a different one. I love the idea for the story! -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

I like when someone picks something up I've written and they run with it! It makes me feel like I've really contributed in a meaningful way. Glad you're doing so with the story arcs I put in! -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

Of course you can tweak my entries! I love when people do that, it makes me feel like I've made a valuable contribution. The worst thing for a writer is to be ignored. -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

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You can always take a look at how I create my styles and links at [[Dirty Me/LinkStatus]] --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 04:09, 26 July 2014 (UTC)

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You can move the pages. It will create a redirect though and you will need to modify all links to that page, except for the category area. That will stay. For example, for my pages I always use <nowiki>[[Dirty Me/Page name]]</nowiki>, then it is all in the Dirty Me area and I don't have to worry about getting links to other stories, or other stories accidentally linking to mine.

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btw, just wanted to let you know. Your story seems sort of interesting so far. I guess it needs more to it, but wanted to let you know so you don't think I only point out bad things to people. It is an interesting concept, and probably won't be as much of a mess as mine, where I can't seem to figure out ways to end it, just keep adding more redlinks and never ending paths... Keep up the good word, looking forward to seeing the entire flow of it soon =^.^= --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 08:59, 25 July 2014 (UTC)

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As for replying, better to go to my talk page to reply. I might not see you responded to yours, but I will get a notice if you reply on my talk. --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 07:44, 24 July 2014 (UTC)

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No worries. I am not the site admin, that is Platypus. I just wanted to warn you because he gives three warnings and then bans the person. You did not seem to have the problem, so just wanted to mention before you got a warning.

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Sorry about that, I guess I was in just too much of a hurry. I'll try not to do it again. --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]]

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I added the appropriate category to your guidelines. Please note, all pages, other than user pages, must still have the correct category included. --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 05:58, 24 July 2014 (UTC)

2T4U/Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say

ArthurKung — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 21:36:11 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'The janitor grabs one of the old tomes and opens it. Flipping through, he then finds a page which he shows you: a woodcut depicting a woman being burned on the stake, while devil…'

The janitor grabs one of the old tomes and opens it. Flipping through, he then finds a page which he shows you: a woodcut depicting a woman being burned on the stake, while devils and monsters laugh in the flames. ”Maria died in front of hundreds of witnesses. But ''brujas'' are beings of dark magic, and Maria's power was without any parallel.” He flips to another page, with hand-made writings that looks reminiscent of a journal.”My ancestor, Emanuel de Santa, was an witch hunter trained by the Vatican's finest exorcists. After Maria died, he interrogated her neighbors for clues about where and how she performed her magic. In his memoirs, he mentions a cave outside of town, where she apparently made deals with dark demons to enhance her powers. I don't know exactly how we should end this curse; but searching that cave for clues should be an excellent start.”

He shuts the tome again and walks back to the cabinet, where he starts filling a leather satchel with weapons and reagents. ”I'll drive us there right now. Don't worry about school; I'll forge a note from your ''mama'' so the teachers won't worry about your absence.”.

All of this is happening so fast, but for some reason this all seems to make sense. So you follow the janitor to his pickup truck on the school parking lot, and before you know it you're driving with him out of town, to the desert highway.

Hours pass. The janitor steers into serpentine pathways that eventually end by the foot of a great red mountain. You then have to walk on foot for a while, climbing cliffs and crags until you see a tiny black hole among the rocks; a cave. The Janitor hands you the bags, along with a flashlight.

”Good luck down there, ''niño''. Find out whatever you can about the curse, and how to stop it. I'll wait out here for as long as it takes.”

The sudden news hit you like a shock. You'll be entering the cave ''alone''?

”Like I said, you're uncorrupted by the curse. You're not controlled by lust, so you'll survive whatever she throws at you. I, on the other hand, have only managed to endure thanks to my training as a child. But if I were to enter a place so closely connected to her powers, there's no telling what I might do: especially to a little boy such as yourself.”.

Do you:
*[[2T4U/Stick with the plan and enter the cave|Stick with the plan and enter the cave]]
*[[2T4U/Change your mind and demand to go back home|Change your mind nad demand to go back home]]

[[Category:2T4U|Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say]]

2T4U/Go and talk with the janitor

ArthurKung — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 21:20:29 GMT

ArthurKung:

As you approach the Janitor, he beckons for you to follow him as he starts walking down the corridor, eventually reaching his office. He unlocks it and lets you enter.

Inside, there's a distinct smell of cigars and cinnamon. Muffled country music plays from an old radio, and the light bulb flickers dimly from the roof. While it seems to be a tiny, insignificant room overall; there's a big, old-looking cabinet on the wall which catches your interest. The Janitor locks the door behind you again and turns the radio off.

”''Niño''. I saw you with that woman earlier.” he then says, and your heart skips a beat. ”Don't worry; I won't tell anyone. I just want you to listen. Your ''polla'' has been stiff all day, has it not?”

You nod, and he continues:

”But you haven't stuffed it in a woman's ''panocha''? That is, eh, a woman's pee-pee?”

You shake your head, and he sighs of relief, grinning.

”Listen, ''niño''. Something has happened in Tabba Valley. As you've no doubt noticed, your ''polla'' is harder more often, and it feels good when you do stuff with girls, no? I've been seeing it all day. People's lust has grown out of control, they'll fuck anyone and anything without any moral qualms.”. He stops and sits down on a rickety stool. ”It'll be the downfall of this town. Father will fuck daughter, sister will fuck brother and the brother will rape the family dog. Eventually nothing short of snuff and heart-fleshlights will be enough to satisfy the ever-growing urges.”.

The Janitor's words are beginning to make you uncomfortable, and so you ask why he's telling you all this, to which he replies:

”Because I know why all of this is happening! It's a curse, cast by a vile ''bruja'' over two hundred years ago: Maria Cortez!” He spits at the name, wipes his mouth and then continues: ”She was burned on the stake for her wicked relationships with married men, children and animals. But before she died, she cursed the town that when the last of her bloodline died, the town would feel her sinful desires. To prevent this, her family was to be protected, to keep them alive for as long as possible and as thus avoid the curse. My ancestors, my ''antepasadores'', were put in charge of guarding the Cortez family, and for years we did! Until just recently, when the final witch in her bloodline died...”

He gets up from his seat and walks over to the big cabinet. You take the opportunity to ask just where ''you'' fit in all of this. Whereupon he replies:

”You are afflicted by the curse, ''sí'', but you haven't acted on your desires yet. Your own brother has already thought about fucking both your mother and your toddler sister. Men and women's hearts in this town has become corrupted, but somehow you have endured. Therefore, you're going to have to help free us of from the curse!”.

With that, he opens the cabinet, revealing a multitude of strange reagents: Silver bullets, bottled water, medieval swords and various leather-bound bibles. In the back of the closet hangs a framed photo of Virgin Mary; and for the first time today, your wiener doesn't get stiff from looking at a lady.

'''Do you:'''
*[[2T4U/Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say|Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say]]
*[[2T4U/Take the opportunity to get out of here|Take the opportunity to get out of here!]]

[[Category:2T4U|Lunch]]

2T4U/Go and talk with the janitor

ArthurKung — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 20:52:12 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'As you approach the Janitor, he beckons for you to follow him as he starts walking down the corridor, eventually reaching his office. He unlocks it and lets you enter. Inside, t…'

As you approach the Janitor, he beckons for you to follow him as he starts walking down the corridor, eventually reaching his office. He unlocks it and lets you enter.

Inside, there's a distinct smell of cigars and cinnamon. Muffled country music plays from an old radio, and the light bulb flickers dimly from the roof. While it seems to be a tiny, insignificant room overall; there's a big, old-looking cabinet on the wall which catches your interest. The Janitor locks the door behind you again and turns the radio off.

”''Niño''. I saw you with that woman earlier.” he then says, and your heart skips a beat. ”Don't worry; I won't tell anyone. I just want you to listen. Your ''polla'' has been stiff all day, has it not?”

You nod, and he continues:

”But you haven't stuffed it in a woman's ''panocha''? That is, eh, a woman's pee-pee?”

You shake your head, and he sighs of relief, grinning.

”Listen, ''niño''. Something has happened in Tabba Valley. As you've no doubt noticed, your ''polla'' is harder more often, and it feels good when you do stuff with girls, no? I've been seeing it all day. People's lust has grown out of control, they'll fuck anyone and anything without any moral qualms.”. He stops and sits down on a rickety stool. ”It'll be the downfall of this town. Father will fuck daughter, sister will fuck brother and the brother will rape the family dog. Eventually nothing short of snuff and heart-fleshlights will be enough to satisfy the ever-growing urges.”.

The Janitor's words are beginning to make you uncomfortable, and so you ask why he's telling you all this, to which he replies:

”Because I know why all of this is happening! It's a curse, cast by a vile ''bruja'' over two hundred years ago: Maria Cortez!” He spits at the name, wipes his mouth and then continues: ”She was burned on the stake for her wicked relationships with married men, children and animals. But before she died, she cursed the town that when the last of her bloodline died, the town would feel her sinful desires. To prevent this, her family was to be protected, to keep them alive for as long as possible and as thus avoid the curse. My ancestors, my ''antepasadores'', were put in charge of guarding the Cortez family, and for years we did! Until just recently, when the final witch in her bloodline died...”

He gets up from his seat and walks over to the big cabinet. You take the opportunity to ask just where ''you'' fit in all of this. Whereupon he replies:

”You are afflicted by the curse, ''sí'', but you haven't acted on your desires yet. Your own brother has already thought about fucking both your mother and your toddler sister. Men and women's hearts in this town has become corrupted, but somehow you have endured. Therefore, you're going to have to banish Cortez' spirit back to hell and free us of from the curse!”.

With that, he opens the cabinet, revealing a multitude of strange reagents: Silver bullets, bottled water, medieval swords and various leather-bound bibles. In the back of the closet hangs a framed photo of Virgin Mary; and for the first time today, your wiener doesn't get stiff from looking at a lady.

'''Do you:'''
*[[2T4U/Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say|Keep listening to what the Janitor has to say]]
*[[2T4U/Take the opportunity to get out of here|Take the opportunity to get out of here!]]

[[Category:2T4U|Lunch]]

2T4U/Lunch

ArthurKung — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:53:43 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Opening the doors to the cafeteria, you're hit by a wave of laughter, shouts and general noise. Children crowd the queues to the food stands, lunch ladies yell at eachother in th…'

Opening the doors to the cafeteria, you're hit by a wave of laughter, shouts and general noise. Children crowd the queues to the food stands, lunch ladies yell at eachother in the steamy kitchen and over by the windows, a food fight has begun to take place. Filling your tray up with lunch, you manage to find an empy seat over at your friends table. Some of them ask why it took you so long to get there; but you make up some excuse. There wasn't any need for them to know about your wiener-issues.

Time passes, and some of your friends suggest that you should go out to the playground during the one hour break before next class starts. The weather outside is warm and bright, so the idea sounds very alluring. But looking at the cafeteria's entrance, you can't help but notice that the school janitor seems to be beckoning you over, as if wanting to talk.

'''Do you:'''
*[[2T4U/Head outside with your friends|Head outside with your friends]]
*[[2T4U/Go and talk with the janitor|Go and talk with the janitor]]

[[Category:2T4U|Lunch]]

2T4U/Hit Mrs. Collins

ArthurKung — Mon, 29 Dec 2014 02:42:54 GMT

ArthurKung:

No, this is happening way too fast for your likings. You instinctively swing your hand at the teacher and give her a loud slap on the cheek.

Caught off her guard, Mrs.Collins’ head twists with the blow, and a red hand mark begins to take place on her cheek. She turns to you with a stunned, startled look in her eyes; before she then starts grinning excitedly.

“''Christ'', Aaron!” she exclaims with delight. “You’ve always been a rascal; but I never figured you to be the dominant type! You like it rough?”.

You nod, not entirely sure what she means but way too taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm to dare say otherwise.

Mrs. Collins lets go of your wiener and hurries over to her desk, rummaging through the drawers until she finds a long plastic ruler which she hands to you.

“If you got off from that slap-…” she says and starts undoing her jeans. “… Then I think it’s more than fair that you get to whip my ass a bit.”

With that, she then pulls her pants down, revealing a big, milky white butt that stretches as she bends over the table.

Surprised, you can do little but stand in dumb shock for a while; your own teacher wants you to spank her? Usually it’s the other way around (at least in comic books). But as she looks back at you and grins invitingly, it’s hard not to feel cornered. So, quickly swinging against her behind; you let the sharp piece of plastic crack against her rump; to which she moans in enjoyment.

“Again!” she encourages you, barely able to conceal the glee in her voice. “''Punish'' your icky old history teacher!”

For some reason, it actually felt good when you whipped Mrs. Collins; your pee-pee even twitched sort of happy-like. So you whip her butt again, and again, and another time. Soon enough you’re raining lashings down on her jiggling asscheeks, which grow redder and redder with each smack. Meanwhile, Mrs. Collins herself bites down on her lip to choke the hysteric grunts of animal pleasure which threaten to escape from her lungs. Without thinking, you find yourself violently jerking your wiener with lust; completely absorbed in the intensity of the moment. With two fingers fiercely working her frothing cunt, the teacher groans as a juicy orgasm starts trickling down her thighs; at which point you reach your climax and eject three long streaks of white goo that fall upon her rosy buns.

You then slouch down on a chair and unwind; catching your breath as you try to puzzle together what just happened. Mrs. Collins pulls her jeans back up and turns around with a face blushing of both indiscretion and of warmth. Smiling, though without saying anything, she bends down to kiss your cheek before hastily leaving the classroom.

After clearing the mess you two left up a bit, you exit the classroom and quickly walk down the corridors, hoping nobody saw you with the teacher. Meanwhile, the school janitor watches from afar as you make your ways towards…
*[[2T4U/Lunch|Lunch]]
[[Category:2T4U|Hit Mrs. Collins]]

2T4U/Hit Mrs. Collins

ArthurKung — Mon, 29 Dec 2014 02:41:01 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'No, this is happening way too fast for your likings. You instinctively swing your hand at the teacher and give her a loud slap on the cheek. Caught off her guard, Mrs.Collins’…'

No, this is happening way too fast for your likings. You instinctively swing your hand at the teacher and give her a loud slap on the cheek.

Caught off her guard, Mrs.Collins’ head twists with the blow, and a red hand mark begins to take place on her cheek. She turns to you with a stunned, startled look in her eyes; before she then starts grinning excitedly.

“''Christ'', Aaron!” she exclaims with delight. “You’ve always been a rascal; but I never figured you to be the dominant type! You like it rough?”.

You nod, not entirely sure what she means but way too taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm to dare say otherwise.

Mrs. Collins lets go of your wiener and hurries over to her desk, rummaging through the drawers until she finds a long plastic ruler which she hands to you.

“If you got off from that slap-…” she says and starts undoing her jeans. “… Then I think it’s more than fair that you get to whip my ass a bit.”

With that, she then pulls her pants down, revealing a big, milky white butt that stretches as she bends over the table.

Surprised, you can do little but stand in dumb shock for a while; your own teacher wants you to spank her? Usually it’s the other way around (at least in comic books). But as she looks back at you and grins invitingly, it’s hard not to feel cornered. So, quickly swinging against her behind; you let the sharp piece of plastic crack against her rump; to which she moans in enjoyment.

“Again!” she encourages you, barely able to conceal the glee in her voice. “''Punish'' your icky old history teacher!”

For some reason, it actually felt good when you whipped Mrs. Collins; your pee-pee even twitched sort of happy-like. So you whip her butt again, and again, and another time. Soon enough you’re raining lashings down on her jiggling asscheeks, which grow redder and redder with each smack. Meanwhile, Mrs. Collins herself bites down on her lip to choke the hysteric grunts of animal pleasure which threaten to escape from her lungs. Without thinking, you find yourself violently jerking your wiener with lust; completely absorbed in the intensity of the moment. With two fingers fiercely working her frothing cunt, the teacher groans as a juicy orgasm starts trickling down her thighs; at which point you reach your climax and eject three long streaks of white goo that fall upon her rosy buns.

You then slouch down on a chair and unwind; catching your breath as you try to puzzle together what just happened. Mrs. Collins pulls her jeans back up and turns around with a face blushing of both indiscretion and of warmth. Smiling, though without saying anything, she bends down to kiss your cheek before hastily leaving the classroom.

After clearing the mess you two left up a bit, you exit the classroom and quickly walk down the corridors, hoping nobody saw you with the teacher. Meanwhile, the janitor watches you from afar as you make your ways towards…
*[[2T4U/Lunch|Lunch]]
[[Category:2T4U|Hit Mrs. Collins]]

2T4U/Make everyone breakfast

ArthurKung — Mon, 08 Dec 2014 22:55:56 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Why not? Your friends would never find out about it, and you'd be making your family happy. Opening the fridge, pantry and utensil drawers, you grab whatever pots or ingredients …'

Why not? Your friends would never find out about it, and you'd be making your family happy. Opening the fridge, pantry and utensil drawers, you grab whatever pots or ingredients you might need.

What then follows is an intense session of mouth-watering goodness. Crispy fried bacon sizzles on the pan, the juice presser fills up glass after glass of cold apple juice and the smell of freshly toasted bread fills the kitchen entirely. The knife moves in a blur as you chop onions, cut off the crusts of toasts and slice big, luscious oranges into edible slices. Once it's all been put on five separate plates, the breakfast table looks like nothing short of a masterpiece. But just as you turn around to sit and eat, you suddenly notice Missy over by the doorway.

Still wearing her turquoise jammies, the smell must have been what brought her down. Eyes awestruck fixed on the feast you've prepared, her jaw drops in pure shock. You take that as a compliment.

"Did you make all this, Jack?" she asks, amazed.

You nod, and she runs up to hug you before quickly taking a seat, not even wasting time to say 'thank you' as she starts digging in on a scrambled egg toast with tomatoes. You've always loved to cook, but moments like these are priceless; because they let you know that you're also pretty ''good'' at what you do.

'''What do you do?'''
*[[2T4U/Eat your breakfeast and leave for school|Eat your breakfeast and leave for school]]
*[[2T4U/Talk with Missy for a while|Talk with Missy for a while]]
*[[2T4U/Wait for the rest of your family to come|Wait for the rest of your family to come]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Make everyone breakfast]]

2T4U/Character Sheet - Brittany Lane

ArthurKung — Mon, 08 Dec 2014 22:25:58 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with '*'''Full Name''': Brittany Ashley Lane *'''Common Name''': Brittany *'''Gender''': Female *'''Character Type''': Human *'''Age''': 16 years old *'''Height''': 5'7" *'''Weight''':…'

*'''Full Name''': Brittany Ashley Lane
*'''Common Name''': Brittany
*'''Gender''': Female
*'''Character Type''': Human
*'''Age''': 16 years old
*'''Height''': 5'7"
*'''Weight''': 125 lbs.
*'''Measurements''': 34B/27/31
*'''Penis''': None
*'''Hair''': Long straight, Platinum Blonde
*'''Eyes''': Brown
*'''Significant Other''': [[2T4U/Character Sheet - Jack Gunderson|Jack Gunderson]]
*'''Details''': Brittany is a popular cheerleader for the Tabba Valley High football team. She is superficial and snobbish, though very popular thanks to her looks and her bully-like way of breaking people's confidence, making them want to be her friends out of fear of being alone.

[[Category: 2T4U|Ω Character Sheet - Brittany Lane]] [[Category: Character Sheets|Brittany Lane]]

2T4U/Forget it and just take a shower

ArthurKung — Mon, 08 Dec 2014 22:11:38 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Morning wood isn't that big of a deal, it'll go down eventually. What's important is that you don't go to school reeking of sweat, people tend to notice that kind of stuff. You …'

Morning wood isn't that big of a deal, it'll go down eventually. What's important is that you don't go to school reeking of sweat, people tend to notice that kind of stuff.

You quickly get out of bed and head to the bathroom that you share with your little brother Aaron. The little brat isn't here, so you quickly get undressed and get in the shower. You soap up, enjoying the feeling of warm water trickling down your skin. Your cock still remains rock-hard, almost painfully so, and no matter how hard you try; it can't be ignored.

'''What now?'''
*[[2T4U/Aaron comes into the bathroom|Aaron comes into the bathroom]]
*[[2T4U/You finish your shower frustrated|You finish your shower frustrated]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Forget it and just take a shower]]

2T4U/Stay after class

ArthurKung — Sun, 07 Dec 2014 22:10:09 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'Your classmates quickly leave their seats and rush out through the doorway. After the last of them has made his exit, Mrs. Collins closes the door behind him and turns back at y…'

Your classmates quickly leave their seats and rush out through the doorway. After the last of them has made his exit, Mrs. Collins closes the door behind him and turns back at you.

Usually when you're told to stay after class, it's because the teachers are dissatisfied or angry about something you've done. But Mrs. Collins doesn't look to be either, and you're even able to see a smile on her face as she grabs a chair and sits down directly in front of you. Up close you can't help but to catch a whiff of her peach-scented perfume, and her brown, motherly eyes look even friendlier than usual as she puts a hand on your left knee, stating that:

"There's nothing wrong about your penis being stiff, Aaron. It happens to a lot of boys, though they're usually a bit older than you are. It'll probably come down on its own in a few minutes; but I just want you to know that it isn't dangerous at all."

At least that's a relief. Now you won't have to worry about turning into stone and dying before even having finished grade school. Though it still doesn't solve all your problems.

"But teacher, it really hurts when it's all stiff like this. Isn't there at least a way to make the pain go away?".

She chuckles, moving her hand up along your leg so that it's resting on top of your tent. "Of course there is. In fact, it doesn't have to hurt at all. If you know what to do with it, it can even feel pretty amazing."

Mrs. Collins then unzips your pants and pulls your little fella out into the fresh air, slowly jerking it with her soft, adult hand. If it felt good when ''you'' were touching your weiner earlier this morning, it feels even better now when someone else is doing it. She pulls and tugs on it gently, increasing the pace more and more as the other hand starts unzipping her own pants, revealing a bushy black cunt which she then starts rubbing lightly. Astonished by all this, all you're able to do is pant breathlessly at having your teacher yank your little fella. But even as she closes her eyes and leans in with puckered lips, you're not really sure what the best thing to do would be.
*[[2T4U/Kiss Mrs. Collins|Kiss Mrs. Collins]]
*[[2T4U/Hit Mrs. Collins|Hit Mrs. Collins]]
[[Category:2T4U|Stay after class]]

2T4U/Refuse to read in front of the class

ArthurKung — Sun, 07 Dec 2014 20:24:40 GMT

ArthurKung:

"I'd rather not miss." you shift uncomfortably in your chair.

Mrs. Collins chuckles, "Come on, Aaron. It won't take long, it's just one page."

"No, I really don't want to. Thanks anyways."

Some of your friends begin to snicker, but Mrs. Collins furrows her brow concernedly. She tells the class to keep reading on their own before walking up to your table.

"Is something wrong, Aaron? You've never been afraid of speaking in public before."

"I'm not afraid miss. It's just that I don't want people seeing my wiener."

"Your ''what''?" she exclaims in surprise. You move back in your chair a bit to reveal the very visible tent that has formed in your pants, and Mrs. Collins' eyes quickly widen. For a few seconds, she seems to be at a loss for words, but then she dryly replies:

"Oh. Oh, I see-... Has it been like that all day?"

"Yeah! And it doesn't want to go down again."

At first she doesn't even attempt to break eye contact with your fully erect member. But after a while she turns back at you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Stay after class. I think I know how to help it go down again."

She then addresses the class again and continues on with the lesson as usual. After about half an hour the school bell rings.
*[[2T4U/Stay after class|Stay after class]]
[[Category:2T4U|Refuse to read in front of the class]]

2T4U/Spank it to some porn

ArthurKung — Thu, 04 Dec 2014 18:37:18 GMT

ArthurKung: Created page with 'The shower can wait; when a man has to go, he has to go. You hurry over to your laptop and fish the rock-hard dick out of your pants, as well as a bottle of lotion from one of th…'

The shower can wait; when a man has to go, he has to go. You hurry over to your laptop and fish the rock-hard dick out of your pants, as well as a bottle of lotion from one of the nightstand drawers. With one hand on the keyboard and the other rubbing your length with lube, you then waste no time clicking up some good-looking videos from the local search engine.

But just after a few minutes of jerking, you discover that something isn't quite right. By now you should already be wiping semen from off your knees and call it a day, but for some reason you're unable to bring yourself to climax. It doesn't matter how many teens spread their cunts in front of a webcam, how many cocks that asian BBW is able to fit in her mouth or how loudly that ebony MILF groans as the pizza delivery guy vigorously pumps her from behind; you just can't seem to be able to cum. You're still as hard as ever though, your cock all red and throbbing, begging for release.

Your eyes wander back to the search engine, but you're starting to feel a twinge of shame at the thought that springs to mind. You're not a sicko or anything, but you do realize that if you're ever going to squirt, you'll have to step up to some more hardcore porn.

''Illegal'' hardcore porn.

'''Do you try to find?'''

*[[2T4U/A pedophile forum|A pedophile forum]]
*[[2T4U/Some bestiality porn|Some bestiality porn]]
*[[2T4U/A necrophilia video|A necrophilia video]]

'''Or do you:'''
*[[2T4U/Forget it and just take a shower|Forget it and just take a shower]]
*[[2T4U/Finish your jerk-off session frustrated|Finish your jerk-off session frustrated]]

[[Category: 2T4U|Spank it to some porn]]