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#1261
07-06-2010, 12:32 AM
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SportyFans...I have been multitasking almost all day and I have hit the wall.Going to hit the floor now, but not to worry....I'm back up at 3-4 like clockwork and will get that thing done.
Just so Gooey doesn't get upset: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7ti4aYD-7Y 
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#1263
07-06-2010, 05:17 AM
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Phooey!!
I can't get back to sleep. Might as well get the next installment in. Debbie took her bag and walked up the ..CAH-SOL..steps. Slowy.The foreboding looks the tall,cold, stone structure gave made her grow more apprehensive with each advance.It was deep into the night, when it’s dark.She knew the reputation of its main inhabitant.She new this creature was evil…yet yummy to females.The yumminess was intriguing. How did she arrive to this place, at this point in time? Because she wanted to. She had made overtures to him via the NerdyTrail Widget Board,an odd form of a Ojai board.The reason she did so was part of her desire for yummy ,but mainly the subterfuge that was really at the seat of this visit. Yes, Debbie had been recruited by a group of private law enforcement citizens to enlist her help in destroying this evil.They are The Legion of Super Zeroes.They had tried many times to destroy him. By now he knew who they were,so they needed her help.The unsuspecting ManWolf had no idea she was packing a squirt gun loaded with ManWolf-Be-Gone;a mixture of mustard and Texas oil.Everyone in Texas hated him...and so did their precious oil. No self respecting mustard liked him either.This is how evil is destroyed;with more eviler evil. She reached the top of the steps where the escalation flattened out and led her to the door.It was very large.It was very oak.It was a very large,very oak door.She pressed the doorbell and held her breasts….I mean breath.A light then lit up above the door.It was rectangular and ran the width of the door.It was an electronic message board.The type where the words appear to moving quickly by ones eyes.She saw the words appear…HEY.YOU ARE PRESSING A DECORATIVE FASTENER,MA’AMSKI.THE REAL DOORBELL IS LOCATED ABOUT 4 INCHES ABOVE THE DECORATIVE FASTENER. IT IS, STRANGE AS IT MAY SEEM, LABELED “DOORBELL.” ABOUT ONE SECOND AFTER PRESSING THE DOORBELL YOU WILL HEAR A GONG. YOU MAY THEN TURN THE DOORKNOB AND ENTER.PLEASE DON’T MISTAKE SOMETHING ELSE FOR THE DOORKNOB BECAUSE I WILL HAVE TO COME BACK AND SCOLD YOU.YOU WON’T LIKE WHAT I SAY. She was not happy.She made a muggy face at the message machine by squinting her eyes tight and pursing her lips.She felt some measure of revenge…and then she pressed the doorbell.Then she heard….”ringy-dingy”.She looked up at the message board and said,”Hey. I thought you said it would gong…bonehead.” The machine came on…..SO?BIG DEAL. OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY... She gave it another muggy face and then did open the door.The door was very large and heavy..and oaky. She could feel it.It creaked.It was dark inside.Scary.The entrance area was large.She could see the opening into the main room of the…CAH-SOL.She started toward it,but the sudden shadowy light of a candle flickering from the main room startled her.She stopped. She did that when she was startled. Who wouldn’t? She also reached for some dark chocolate niblets out of her huge bag.She did that when she was startled,too.No one else would do that. Debbie could see a stairway leading straight up;it was very long.To the right of the stairway is where the flickering candle light came.She could see part of the main room It was huge and decorated in a style going back many decades.She was compelled to move forward, but also felt the need to stay put. She wasn’t quite sure what she was waiting for. A disembodied voice from the main room called out…”Well? What are you waiting for?” Debbies eyes rolled. She decided she would boldly enter and turn to the right to face this voice.And so she did. There stood the MORTE’ ManWolfs servant-----Ralph Geeker.
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#1264
07-06-2010, 06:18 AM
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“Ms. Longerie,I presume?”...said Geeker.
“Well,no. I’m Annie Oakley.Of course I’m Ms. Longerie!” Uhm…..one has to understand Deborah.When she is facing deep primal fear while at the same time being fucl<ed with,,why she can get pretty nasty.Say, this might be a good time to describe her. She’s a hot little number with blueberry blond hair.Or is that strawberry blond hair?Oh well…it’s hair.Shoulder length.Her eyes are grayish green.She stands approximately 5 ft. 4 and weighs in at about 125 pounds.An admirable package.Nice boo bees,firm thighs, from mowing and snow blowing ,and a very pleasant dupa.She knew the ManWolf would be sucked in deep by her looks.This was a big reason the Super Zeroes had recruited her.Let’s get back to the flow before those two fall asleep. “Really,Ms. Longerie. No need to get shirty with me.” “I’m sleepy.Odd.Oh well…oh it’s OK.Have had a long trip and am a little tired.Can you show me to my room?” Geeker obliged with a tacit nod .He reached for her huge bag, and Debbie bit him. ‘‘NO!!”she shrieked. “I’ll carry it.” “OW!!”…said Geeker. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,Mr.Geeker. It’s only I am very possessive of my possessions.I apologize.I’ll carry my bag and follow you up the stairway.” “Very well.” Geeker replied…while cursing the savage little snot under his breath. As they made themselves higher from the first floor, Debbie noticed photos on the stair wall.She was very surprised.'’Mr.Geeker. These photos…aren’t they SufSpoon..I mean SuffolkGirl’s vacay photos? And what are those yellow splotches all over them.” “Oh..yes. They are. The Mahstah likes to dance up and down the stairs with Davey’s On The Road Again blaring throughout the…CAH-SOL..ala Nicholson in the first Batman.The yellow splotches are from the mustard he squirts on them.” Debbie decided she would ask no more questions. They reached the summit.Standing on the second floor,she looked down a long hallway and suspected Geeker would lead her down it. Primarily because there was no other hallway. She was right. She noticed many rooms on each side of the hallway.They had name cards above each door.She saw….The Padlock, Contests,International,Somebodies Reading Room. ‘'Oh my God!…Is this from where NerdyTrail broadcasts ?” Geeker told her it was. He was now standoffish to her.He wanted to get her to the room and be done with her.His finger still ached from the bite.He stopped at the room labeled Esoteric.There were more doors inside.He took her into The Cozy Dooryard.She knew what was happening. She knew he was close by. Geeker didn’t quite leave at this point. He went to the door and turned…waiting for a tip. Debbie knew what he wanted. She said…”Here’s one for you. Cool Breeze in the 3rd at Yippy Downs ,tomorrow.” Geeker’s eyes squinted…his lips pursed.He finished making his muggy face at Debbie and then smartly left. Debbie was pleased with herself….mainly because,upon Geekers exit, she immediately began may-ssaging her clity. She could feel the moment wasn’t far off. Yummy and then .. squirty. But the yummy part was making her nipples erect and giving her a wetty.She thought she better stop and get prepared.
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#1265
07-06-2010, 07:09 AM
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She got her needful things from her huge bag.She had her birthstone amehtytht…..ptwee!...I mean amethyst colored bra and thong,tssssssssssssssssssss!! She had a really tight fitting pink silky dress to pop over it.VERY short.She had no shoes.In some ways she was very uncivilized.She broke out her make up kit.She had the whole wizzbang.Everything imaginable. Next, she placed the squirt gun on the table.She moved the safety from “no squirt” past ‘‘squirt” directly to ‘‘full auto squirt.”She gulped down more dark chocolate niblets.She then pulled out a solid oak stake..very sharp at one end. She knew there were vampires known to hang out here.
Oh…I forgot to tell you she had stripped down to her slip as she putzed around with all this.She had just removed the wooden stake from her bag and was holding it in her left hand…when……..she felt another hand squeezing her hot dupa. Now, Debbie isn’t stupid…well in some ways. But not this one. “Uhm…do you think this is the first time I’ve read one of Morty’s stories…” she was turning to face the owner of the hand as she talked.. …”UNCLY TRUST!?” But it wasn’t Uncly Trust! “EAUXH”..Debbie screamed..’’DANNY! Uncly DID turn you! You are now a vampire lesbian!….a VAMPBIAN!!” Danny’s jaws snapped open….spsssssssssssssssssssss!!…..and then she made her strike at Debbies throat. Quick like a bunny,Debbie smartly remembered and threw up her right hand to stick the wooden stake in the vampbians mouth. Which was really dumb because her left hand was the one with the wooden stake. “OW!!” Debbie yelled.” Godammity!..I can’t believe I'm this stupid.'’( I told you.) She yanked her finger out of Danny's mouth and pushed her back.Danny attacked again,but now Debbie stuck out her LEFT hand ( the one with the wooden stake) and stabbed her right in the heart. Thud. All gone. But Debbie had a problem. She had been bitten by a vampbian.Luckily it was not a direct hit to the carotid, so she had some time…but not much. “Fucl<!!..what do they do in the vampire movies? I know! Burn the wound." She put a lighter to her finger…’’ YE-OW!!" “Screw this noise. Better idea..I’ll get a leach to suck out the bad blood.Debbie scurried out the two doors,ran down the hall to the Padlock and yelled….’’Hey!…Ryan!, I need you to suck on this.” I have to admit he saved her life. But the dummy …instead of spitting it out he swallered the blood. =:> Oh well. Anyhoo…Debbie went back to her room,throwing the vampbians dust out the window.”HEY!!” Yelled someone from outside, below that same window. Debbie smiled . She figured it was KGB. She could be a real witch.
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#1270
07-06-2010, 10:44 AM
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Debbie jumped into a hot tub of bubbly-wubblies…she brought her rubber wuffies with her.She soaked in for hours…almost falling asleep.She had herself completely cleansed from this long disgusting day and went to bed at about 9:30 next morning.
I should be so lucky. She did not awake until until about 7:30 that night.Debbie knew she had to move fast.The MORTE’ Wolf would most likely enter her room at midnight ,as was his habit. She also knew it took almost that long to apply her make up, as was her habit.She began the process, wanting to look as alluring as possible. Foundation…foundation…foundation ( what? she’s building a skyscraper? )..more foundation……eye liner…eye shadow…more eye liner…more eye shadow….eyebrow enabler…..blush…more blush….lipstick…more blush…more foundation…..lip gloss….more…more…more…..more eye liner…more foundation…GOD!..what a mess. Anyways….she finally finishes, slips on the bra and thong, over that the hot pink,tight…very tight….silky dress…..and no shoes. She sprays on a wild variety of perfumes via a 5 gallon , hand operated pump. The hair comes next. Let’s come back an hour. OK…she’s done. She’s hops into the bed, laying on top of the covers striking as steamy a pose as she can.She hides the squirt gun under the pillow. She feels her dupa and pretty snatch generating steam. “Hey.” Huh? Is she talking to me? “I am.” Can a character talk to the writer? ‘‘They can if it’s me. Look..if your going to do this right, ixnay on the dupa and pretty things. I want it sizzling dirty…..I want filthy words.I want the full smut effect. Either do it right or don’t do it at all.” Well ex-cuuuuuuse ME, Your Fragrance. God!! Well..if that’s what she wants. Back to the story. Debbie senses the nearing presence of..MORTE’. She’s good at that, as he has reached the 2nd floor and is prowling down the hall. He opens the Esoteric door.He comes to the Cozy Dooryard… door. “Ahhhhhhhh!!” “WHO HAS DONE THIS THING!!?” MORTE’ had walked right into a photo hung on the door. It was the Texas flag…with cow people on it. It was MORTE’ bane….God they hated his guts in Texas, so did their precious oil. Geeker came running…’MAHSTAH!!..what is it?” "Get this sacrilege off this door!"….. "GET RID OF IT!” Geeker saw what he meant. “E-U.” said Geeker.And he got rid of it. MORTE’ stood 8 feet tall and weighed 375 pounds of wild ,vicious beast.His face was…well just look at the avytar. The body was more man like, although still showed strong hints of a wolf.He wore a full length black cape and was nude beneath it. He opened the door. Good idea. He walked in and stopped about 5 feet short of Debbie.She was almost in trance. She didn’t know if she was more scared than she had ever been or if it was the animal magnetism the MORTE’Wolf exuded. A huge woody popped through his cape…socking him under the chin.’’OW!!..I hate when that happens.”,Commented MORTE’ as he smacked his pud out from under his chin. Debbie thought to herself…”Yup…it’s definitely the animal magnetism.” She starred at him , transfixed on his steely eyes.She thought of what that hot joint could do to her….and what she could do to it. But then…she sniffed the air. And again…and again.”God!!.You smell really gamey!.You stink! Those other stories never mentioned that.You really,really stink!” MORTE’ was enraged. No one talked to him that way….well maybe Franny, but that’s about it.His eyes went wild and made his threatening way to her.But Debbie quickly snatched the squirt gun from under the pillow and ….emptied it into the huge wolf. “EAUXH!!”he bellowed....”Mustard and Texas oil!!…oh no…nnnnnoooooooo!!” He went to his knees and writhed in pain…..his body was smoking. He fell to the floor from his knees…in a frumping heap.Debbie couldn’t see him anymore. Only the cape.She was stunned by the event.But there still seemed to be something under the cape.Slowly..the cape become hunched…and something was rising from beneath it. Standing up straight now was…..mdf! ‘‘MORTY-POO-KINS!!” shouted Debbie.” I never considered the good part would stay. This is so Q-L!!” She was very happy as she always secretly loved Mortimer.( Debbie—shut up.You know you have.) She was even sssso much happier when she saw this 5 ft 8 inch,153 pound body of sculptured US Steel with sinew and blood vessels highlighting it all.He was deeply tanned and smelled VERY pretty! It was his new lime blossom and jasmine mixed with another oil called ‘‘mookys”, although it smells a lot better than mookys…believe me. Debbie jumped out of bed and ran to him. She stopped short of touching. He didn’t. He took her by the waist and looked in her eyes.He told her how much he loved her. She wasn’t buying it, but was still hot for him.. We need background music now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoQ2y...eature=related He pulled her closer and kissed her lips,softly at first;holding them between his.Each one.He rubbed her back.Her mouth opened a bit.She felt his hard body…and felt it some more. His hands found her bottom ..and felt it….as he engaged her tongue slowly, she felt his dupa.She was digging this stuff big time. They kept kissing into each others mouths.He would gently suck her tongue and his hands were slowly massaging her all over .He reached for the short hem of her dress and lifted it so he could feel her hot dupa better. He was already naked so she was having no trouble with her exploration.She was so taken by his tender undulations he performed with his mouth and tongue…by the desire of his hands to make her know how much he loved her body….by his care in handling her.She was giving back everything he gave her.He stopped to pull his head back and just look at her face ..with eyes not believing what they saw.Then he kissed her eyes…and softly rubbed her nipple.It made her tongue lap at his mouth..she was turning it up under this subtle yet lethal attack of love upon her skin ;one that was so foreign to her.She definitely could her the music. He was kissing her nipples almost before she realized where he went. She almost feel she was floating off the floor..everything smelled and sounded different. The scene was getting very hot…sensuous and steamy and hard and beating and steamy and desire blooming out of Freudian skins with jungle drums beating from chests and fluids roaming from wet streams with sucking becoming deeper and harder and bodies pressing with ache and thoughts spinning through minds and minds experiencing out of body swirls as the fire pits began to burn into each other and hard and wet met through veils needing to be thrown off and the aches need to be satisfied now no matter what because we need more music!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVzXqIe-WSQ He took her dress off and laid her upon the bed…drinking in her beauty in amethytht…I mean amethyst. She was already undulating her hips hard and writhing with desire. He began kissing and sucking her nipples in more barbaric fashion.He would pinch one while sucking the other.Underneath him she was going off…wanting all he could give her at one time. He moved down ..kissing his way to her belly.He sucked her belly button. He found the down arrow underneath it…he followed where it pointed and found what he thought was the likely spot. Luckily, he had a small jar of warmed olive oil. It’s easy to make this stuff appear out of nowhere. He slowly poured it on and in her bush.She reacted like a hot tamale.She llloved warmed olive oil!He ,with his fingers, made sure the oil was all over and in her. He gave her a slow kiss there. He began kissing around her…slow…moist..soft…then a little faster and harder. He began to lick her hot little pus.sy ( uh ..you did ask ) as she started pumping it into his mouth.He found her clit and worked it with his mouth and tongue.He held her as.s with both hands. It felt hot. That’s because it was. He reached into her vagina with his tongue,. He was kissing and licking all over.Then began to use his tongue to engulf her clit …and from a suction cup. He performed it harder as she swelled up and the rough tongue felt so hot on her throbbing button.He slipped two fingers into her as he preformed for her with his mouth. She was going googlies. Fucl< me!..God, fucl< me Mortimer!!….aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. He didn’t have to be told twice…although she did. He slid his joint into that beautiful,hot pus.sy and began the process of making each other go absolutely insane.Debbie felt him sliding against her vaginal walls….the feel of him pounding her inside made her want him to actually be abrasive to it.It felt so good she wanted more pain involved and more abuse in her. She began pummeling him with her hips. Her body arched as she took over ….she was screwing him more than he was her. AAAAAHHHHHHH…she was screaming. '‘Fucl<, me you beast!…You fucl<in’ wild animal….fucl< me harder!! “Steven H. Crist!”….thought Mortimer…..”What shall I do now?” So she threw him off….slammed him on the bed…and she straddled him and fucl<ed on his joint until even the Energizer bunny fainted.Debbie rode it wild and hard.She wiggled,she arched. She undulated,she slammed up and down on it until the heat generated by his joint in her snatch caused both to burst out in shooting hot flames of spontaneous combusting purpley pasion. Yes, Debbie was a squirter. She collapsed on top of Mortimer…still holding him in her.A few seconds passed…..she slid down him and took him in her mouth.She took them both inside her…to taste the taste and feel the feel. She came back up and kissed him deep. They then laid there…spent…and then slept in each others arms…for along time. Oh my God. I’m leaving.
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#1271
07-06-2010, 11:04 AM
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Wow, you sure have a lot of time on your hands for a dead guy............
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!"
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#1272
07-06-2010, 11:32 AM
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geeezeeee thanks for putting me in character - there is a good chance I might get a MortyPIE for my performance.
MATH2+2 is right..you are sure doing a lot of fucl<ing for a dead guy.  ...fine overall work..but if DeboDeb hates it I will turn on you in a NYminute.
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#1273
07-06-2010, 11:34 AM
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Hey....you try and dream this stuff up to fulfill a promise and it's at night and you try and sleep.
You can't do it. Besides..it beats your pathetic family holiday disaster narrations. Oh..reminds me. I have to check in at the dead thread. Then it's on to the store---am out of olive oil.
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#1274
07-06-2010, 11:36 AM
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I promise she will lllove it. =;> kiss-kiss...hug-hug!
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#1275
07-06-2010, 12:33 PM
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#1276
07-06-2010, 12:44 PM
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Sighty......oh my God.
It can be very easily arranged for the MORTE' to be brought back to life and make you the next sacrifice, you know. All the other monsters are always brought back to life.All I would have to do is hack out a way for it to happen. "Stiffy"........stop it!!
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