Catjizz Fake
5th March 2007, 14:33
Ticklish allsorts.
A short story by Fred.
Once upon a time there was a man called who lived in Queens Domain. He was dispicable and spent his days immersing himself in filth. He would sneak into people's backyards and steal womens knickers off the clotheslines, and would take upskirt photos of the business women on the busses. What a seedy little man. And as he grew older, he became seedier and seedier, and looked for more depraved ways to keep himself entertained.
One evening, he found himself walking down New Town road, and soon enough he stood in front of Ogilvie Girls High School. Feeling that familiar twang in his loins, the seedy little man scaled the fence and entered the school grounds. After a few moments, he had located the senior dormitory.
Very quietly and carefully, he snuck a glance into a nearby window. Inside, two unspeakably gorgeous teenage girls were in their pyjamas, laughing with each other, Sea FM turned up loud. He had not been noticed. One of the girls, her dark hair in her pigtails, said something rude that the seedy little man could not quite hear. The other girl, her blonde locks flowing freely, turned bright red and began giggling uncontrollably. After a moment, she regained some composure and picked up her pillow. 'No,' screamed the brounette in mock terror, as the pillow came down on her head. 'You're so mean, she said, stifling a giggle of her own, as she picked up her pillow and swang.
As they played, the seedy little man felt the bulge in his jeans swell and tighten. He could not hold on for much longer.
Now, the brounette had been pinned down to her bed, the blonde easily held both her arms with one of her own. 'This is what you get for saying stuff about me, Gertred!', she said, as she stuck her hand under her pyjama top and tickled her ribs. Gertrad thrashed about, tears of laughter on her cheeks, but she could not escape. 'Hilda, leave me alone! Leave me alone,' she said.
The seedy little man fumbled with his belt and his fly. He felt his jeans and underpants fall to his ankles, his penis engored to its full size. With his right hand, he slowly stimulated its head as he watched the action unfold.
Finally, Hilda stopped tickling. Now, she still held Gertred down, her legs spread on her belly. 'What are you doing,' said Gertred.
Hilda began to unbutton Gertred's top. A question was on Gertred's lips, but it was never given air. She lie there, as Hilda exposed her soft flesh and cherry red nipples. As Hilda unbuttoned her own top, Gertred's hands stroked at her thighs, and pulled them tight around her sides, and felt her ass tight under her thin pyjama bottoms. Hilda's breasts were now exposed, and she leaned forward to kiss Gertred's mouth. There skin smoothly moved aganst one another, there nipples rubbing and sending shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies.
The seedy little man was almost at climax when he heard the security guard. 'What the fuck are you doing you filthy little ****! Put your fucken pants on! Stop wanking off! Hey!'
When the security guard got to him, he would tear him to shreds, and make sure he spent a very long time in Risdon Prison. But that was all thirty seconds away. Right now, as Gertred's little fingers were down the front of hilda's pants and their tongues were exploring each other's intimate places, the seedy little man shot a load of hot semen against the window. It hit in four thick bursts, but the girls did not notice.
The security guard's truncheon smacked hard against the seedy little man's balls, and his left nut ruptured and swelled and he fell to the ground, his brief moment of heaven taken away instantly. After a quick possum stomp, he rapped on the window and made the hot schoolgirls stop having sex with each other, and called the police and the seedy little man was locked away for many years.
Sometimes, when the seedy little man was locked up in his cell, and when he was getting his arsehole plugged with a prison shank held up against his ballsack, he thought of Gertred and Hilda, and it all felt worth it.
The End.
A short story by Fred.
Once upon a time there was a man called who lived in Queens Domain. He was dispicable and spent his days immersing himself in filth. He would sneak into people's backyards and steal womens knickers off the clotheslines, and would take upskirt photos of the business women on the busses. What a seedy little man. And as he grew older, he became seedier and seedier, and looked for more depraved ways to keep himself entertained.
One evening, he found himself walking down New Town road, and soon enough he stood in front of Ogilvie Girls High School. Feeling that familiar twang in his loins, the seedy little man scaled the fence and entered the school grounds. After a few moments, he had located the senior dormitory.
Very quietly and carefully, he snuck a glance into a nearby window. Inside, two unspeakably gorgeous teenage girls were in their pyjamas, laughing with each other, Sea FM turned up loud. He had not been noticed. One of the girls, her dark hair in her pigtails, said something rude that the seedy little man could not quite hear. The other girl, her blonde locks flowing freely, turned bright red and began giggling uncontrollably. After a moment, she regained some composure and picked up her pillow. 'No,' screamed the brounette in mock terror, as the pillow came down on her head. 'You're so mean, she said, stifling a giggle of her own, as she picked up her pillow and swang.
As they played, the seedy little man felt the bulge in his jeans swell and tighten. He could not hold on for much longer.
Now, the brounette had been pinned down to her bed, the blonde easily held both her arms with one of her own. 'This is what you get for saying stuff about me, Gertred!', she said, as she stuck her hand under her pyjama top and tickled her ribs. Gertrad thrashed about, tears of laughter on her cheeks, but she could not escape. 'Hilda, leave me alone! Leave me alone,' she said.
The seedy little man fumbled with his belt and his fly. He felt his jeans and underpants fall to his ankles, his penis engored to its full size. With his right hand, he slowly stimulated its head as he watched the action unfold.
Finally, Hilda stopped tickling. Now, she still held Gertred down, her legs spread on her belly. 'What are you doing,' said Gertred.
Hilda began to unbutton Gertred's top. A question was on Gertred's lips, but it was never given air. She lie there, as Hilda exposed her soft flesh and cherry red nipples. As Hilda unbuttoned her own top, Gertred's hands stroked at her thighs, and pulled them tight around her sides, and felt her ass tight under her thin pyjama bottoms. Hilda's breasts were now exposed, and she leaned forward to kiss Gertred's mouth. There skin smoothly moved aganst one another, there nipples rubbing and sending shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies.
The seedy little man was almost at climax when he heard the security guard. 'What the fuck are you doing you filthy little ****! Put your fucken pants on! Stop wanking off! Hey!'
When the security guard got to him, he would tear him to shreds, and make sure he spent a very long time in Risdon Prison. But that was all thirty seconds away. Right now, as Gertred's little fingers were down the front of hilda's pants and their tongues were exploring each other's intimate places, the seedy little man shot a load of hot semen against the window. It hit in four thick bursts, but the girls did not notice.
The security guard's truncheon smacked hard against the seedy little man's balls, and his left nut ruptured and swelled and he fell to the ground, his brief moment of heaven taken away instantly. After a quick possum stomp, he rapped on the window and made the hot schoolgirls stop having sex with each other, and called the police and the seedy little man was locked away for many years.
Sometimes, when the seedy little man was locked up in his cell, and when he was getting his arsehole plugged with a prison shank held up against his ballsack, he thought of Gertred and Hilda, and it all felt worth it.
The End.