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Welcome to yet another wonderful issue of the MiSFiTS. So by now you
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are asking yourself who the hell are the MiSFiTS? Who cares just read this
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weird shit we have collected and enjoy. If you need help, hang-up and please
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dial the operator. In this issue, Brady Sex Scandal, weird shit and even
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sicker weird shit then you can ever hope to read about in the National
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Enquirer. No you can't find any nude shots of Princess Diana here you sick
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bastards, no one has sent us any yet. News flash, nude diana .gifs distributed
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by sick group of evil computer hackers calling themselves the MiSFiTS, story
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at 11. So if you have something you want to see in flashing ascii text drop
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it off to us and we'll make an effort to include it in our next issue. We
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are also looking for sites who wish to carry this shit along with our other
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related groups. If interested then please contact one of our members. Simple,
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easy and painless... like sex with your mother.
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Guest Editor - Raging Swollen Bulging Purple Penis The Pussy Pirate
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Bill Clinton's wife is preparing for the speach her husband is going to
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tell after his victory over Bush. She shaves her pussy and wears a skirt
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without panties.
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After her husband's speech, she lifts her skirt, grabs the microphone and
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say: "READ MY LIPS, NO MORE BUSH!"
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A man who worked at the fire department came home from work and
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told his wife, "You know, we have a wonderful system at the fire
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department. 'Bell 1' we all put on our coats, 'Bell 2' rings and we
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slide down the pole, 'Bell 3" rings we are on the truck and ready to go.
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From now on, we are going to run this house the same way. When I say
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'Bell 1', you strip naked. 'Bell 2", you jump into the bed. 'Bell 3',
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we are going to screw all night."
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The next night he came home from work and yelled "Bell 1". She
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took off all her clothes. "Bell 2" she jumped into bed, "Bell 3" they
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began to screw. After 2 minutes she yelled, "Bell 4". He said, "What
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the hell is Bell 4?". "More hose," she said, "you ain't nowhere near
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the fire!"
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Title: taste, actually
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We're planning our Second Annual Its Not Legal 'Cuz This Residence
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Hall Is Part Of A Public Institution Home Brewing Experiment (tm) and are
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in need of help from any of you out there able to send a petri dish of a
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vaginal yeast infection. Send it to: Colo. State Univ. Rodeo Clown School,
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238 Braiden Hall, Ft.Collins, CO, 80521 (don't worry if it gets here during
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thanksgiving break, it'll just grow down in the mail room at the dorms front
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desk)
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Troy "brewing?, well I did go to high school in Wisconsin" Lovata
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*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@
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Title: Road kill in warm climates
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A couple of years ago, my brother was treated to an all-expenses paid
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tour of Saudi Arabia by the United States government. He wound up
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*buying things* -- desks, chairs, filing cabinets, paper, truck parts,
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etc. -- from the local Saudi merchants, so he got to see and hear
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quite a bit about Saudi culture. One of the interesting Saudi customs
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is the idea that the day and time of your death has been predestined.
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This doesn't seem to make much difference (since you still don't know
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when it is), until you realize that it means that there is no
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relationship between how careful you are and how long you live. So
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the Saudis are some of the world's fastest and worst drivers -- a
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quick dive across five lanes of traffic on a highway to get on an exit
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ramp at 90 mph is normal.
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Complicating this situation are the camels. Camels are both domestic
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beasts of burden (used by the nomads) and wild. And camels are
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stupid. Very, very stupid. So camels will simply wander onto a
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highway. Needless to say, they can die very quickly this way.
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Unfortunately, they are not small, like the usual squirrel. This
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presents the driver with an interesting dilemma: If you hit a camel
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when you're going 90 mph, you will plow under it and live. Maybe.
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But if you hit a camel at 60 mph, the amount of time between when your
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front bumper blows its legs away and when your windshield gets to the
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point of action is just long enough for its body to fall down to about
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eye level...
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According to Saudi law or custom, when someone dies in an accident, an
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"inquest" is held to verify that no one is at fault and that no legal
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actions need to be taken. So all of the evidence in the case needs to
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be preserved until the inquest is held. When a car plows into a
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camel, this includes the body of the camel. So the Saudi authorities
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preserve the camel (now on the side of the road) by putting an
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evidence tag on it, so people know not to tamper with it. It takes a
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week or so to get to holding the inquest, so the camel gets rather
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bloated up by then. (My brother was there for three weeks before the
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temperature broke 100 F *from above*.) (Actually, the rigamarole
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about the evidence is to make sure that the nomad owning the camel is
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punished for letting the camel wander by preventing him from cutting
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up the camel for meat.)
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When the inquest is over, the camel is disposed of by the traditional
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nomad's method of trash disposal -- simply taking the evidence tag off
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and leaving it there. At some point a Pakistani road crew will come
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by and gather it up. Or maybe not. But before that, the now swelling
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camel will burst. Apparently, a freshly burst camel can stink up a
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couple of kilometers of road really well.
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Its amazing what trouble people can get themselves into.
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POLICE: MAN RAPED COMPUTER PAL
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Pleads innocent in assault of 12-year-old
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CAMBRIDGE (AP) -- A Framingham man pleaded innocent yesterday to charges of
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raping a 12-year-old Lexington boy he met through a computer bulletin board
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service.
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Michael Austin, 34, was indicted by a grand jury Thursday and charged with
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rape of a child, indecent assault and battery on a child, assault and
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battery and disseminating harmful matter to minors.
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Middlesex County District Attorney Thomas Reilly said the charges
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demonstrated the need for parents to monitor use of computer bulletin
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boards, which allow users to send messages through their home computers
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similar to a telephone party line.
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"Parents should reinforce to their children that strangers are strangers,"
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Reilly said.
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"Children may think that they know a person because of a steady
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communication with them through a computer bulletin board and may not be
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wary about meeting them in person, as they might someone on the street," he
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said.
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Austin communicated with the youth and two other boys, ages 15 and 16,
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through computer bulletin boards, said Jill Reilly, spokeswoman for the
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district attorney's office.
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Austin is accused of arranging to meet the 12-year-old boy, taking him for a
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ride to Burlington and then raping him in a park in Lexington December 8,
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she said.
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He also is accused of telling the boys that he had pornographic images in
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his home computer system that they could access on their computers, Reilly
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said.
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A pretrial conference before Judge Robert Barton was scheduled for Jam. 30.
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Austin was being held on $25,000 cash bail.
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David Sobel, legal counsel for Computer Professionals for Social
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Responsibility in Washington, D.C., said, "I have heard references to the
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fact that officials in Virginia had set up a sting operation using a
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bulletin board for a child pornography ring".
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Despite the potential for abuse with the bulletin board systems, Sobel said
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the computer systems are only the means of communication and should not be
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viewed as the problem.
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#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!
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Title: Three Stories
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1. The girl without a "kootch".
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One woman at the place I work, let's call her "Michelle", told me about
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a job she had in Oklahoma City, at a chain motel of some sort. Michelle
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was one of the cleaning staff. She worked with another woman, who would
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take Michelle to bars after work, try to get her liquored up, and convince
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her to to to gay/lesbo bars. It turns out this other "woman" was a pre-op
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transsexual, a genetic male who was taking female hormones in order to grow
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titties, but had not had the ritualistic johnson-ectomy required to become
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A True Woman. Ms Pre-Op was trying to get into Michelle's pants in order
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to father a child on Michelle, before having the Ol' Fellah removed, and
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a Bearded Clam installed.
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2. Michelle attended a Bruce Springsteen concert in 1985. She was in the
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"dance pit" down in front of the stage. She witnessed a young woman
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slip and fall to the floor, as the floor was slick with sweat, vomit and a
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mixture of popcorn butter and Coca-cola. A third young woman, tottering about
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the dance floor on long, sharp, fetishistic spike heels, staggered backwards,
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stepping on the head of the fallen lass, putting a spike heel through the
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flesh of her check.
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3. The One True Love of my life, a young woman named "Marissa", told me that
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she hated OB-GYN appointments because they made her, "queef that jelly they
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use on their hands for the rest of the day." That evening, after I returned
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to my apartment, I turned off the lights, began crying and wanked wildly
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in the dark.
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Title: Things People Shove in Their Rectum
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This I took off of alt.sex when i saw it last semester......
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Excerpted from:
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Rectal foreign bodies: Case reports and a comprehensive review of
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the world's literature
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D.B. Busch, Ph.D., M.D., and J.R. Starling, M.D.
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in the Journal of Surgery, 1986.
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Abstract
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The surgical management of two patients presenting with
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incarcerated, apparently self-inserted foreign bodies is
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reported. The large volume of prior literature on this subject is
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reviewed, with a tabluation of 182 previous cases by type and
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number of objects recovered and with a discussion of patients'
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age distribution, history, complications, and prognosis.
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Management problems addressed include history, differential
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diagnosis of reported pruitis ani, and handling of suspected
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assault.
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Case 1.
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A 39-year-old married white male lawyer presented with a
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self-inserted perfume bottle in his rectum that he was unable to
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remove using various objects, including a back scratcher. He had
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inserted this bottle on previous occasions. Edema of the rectum
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and sigmoid colon precluded the successful manual removal of the
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object in the emergency room. ... The 3 by 17 cm object, "Impulse
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Body Spray," was removed manually after a spinal anesthetic.
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Table I. Previously reported recovered foreign bodies
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Glass or ceramic
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Bottle or jar 31
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Bottle with attached rope 1
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Glass or cup 12
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Light bulb 7
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Tube 6
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Total 57
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Food
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Apple 1
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Banana 2
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Carrot 4
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Cucumber 3
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Onion 2
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Parsnip 1
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Plantain (with condom) 1
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Potato 1
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Salami 1
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Turnip 1
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Zucchini 2
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Total 19
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Wooden
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Ax handle 1
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Stick or broom handle 10
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Miscellaneous or unspecified 3
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Total 14
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Sexual device
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Vibrator 23
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Dildo 15
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Total 38
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Kitchen device
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Dull knife* 1
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Ice pick 1
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Knife sharpener 1
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Mortar pestle 2
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Spatula (plastic) 1
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Spoon 1
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Tin cup 1
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Total 8
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Miscellaneous tools
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Candle 1
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Flashlight 2
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Iron rod 1
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Pen 2
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Rubber tube 1
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Screwdriver 1
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Toothbrush 1
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Wire spring 1
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Total 10
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Inflated device
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Balloon 1
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Balloon attached to cylinder 1
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Condom 1
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Total 3
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Ball
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Baseball 2
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Tennis ball 1
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Total 3
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Miscellaneous containers
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Baby powder can 1
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Candle box 1
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Snuff box 1
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Total 3
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Miscellaneous
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Bottle cap** 1
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Cattle horn 3
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Frozen pig's tail 1
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"Kangaroo tumor"*** 1
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Plastic rod 1
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Stone 2
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Toothbrush holder 1
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Toothbrush package 1
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Whip handle 2
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Total 13
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Grand total 168 cases
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Collections (one case of each)
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2 Glass tubes
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72 1/2 Jeweler's saw****
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Oil can with potato stopper
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Piece of wood, peanut**
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Umbrella handle and enema tubing
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2 Glasses
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Phosohorous matchends (homicide)
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402 Stones
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Toolbox*****
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2 Bars soap
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Beer glass and preserving pot
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Lemon and cold cream jar
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2 Apples
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Spectacles, suitcase key, tobacco pouch, and magazine
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Total 14 collection, with approximately 500 objects
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* Patient complained of "knife-like pain"
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** Cannot exclude ingestion
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*** Unique case of pedunculated perianal skin tumor habitually
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inserted into rectum
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**** Multiple episodes of perirectal self-insertion
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***** Inside a convict; contained saws and other items usable in
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escape attempts
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Title: Tuna Surprise!
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The following story was told to me by a friend. It
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concerns a girl his girlfriend knew. :)
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It turns out that this girl liked to engage in some
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kinky sex acts with her current beau's. In one case she
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decided to give him a small feast. So she stuffed her
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cunt full of tuna slad. <Yes, I realize that this is a tad
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redundant, stuffing tuna in a cunt, but I was not there to
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choreograph. :)>
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Her lover feasted on the tuna surprise awaiting him. It
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was not until a couple of weeks passed that she found her own
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surprise. She became violently ill....nausea, high fever,
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abdominal cramps. So, being a somewhat intelligent person
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she paid a visit to her doctor. It was then she found out
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what HER surprise was. It turns out that she didn't get rid of
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all the tuna fish. I guess her beaus tongue just wasn't long
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enough, or her douche strong enough. The remnants of the
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tuna were rotting in her cunt, and she had a parasitic
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infection. The doctor described her tenants as looking
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like some kind of termite. :)
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No, i don;t know the followup to this, I GUESS she was cured
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of the "infection" <heh..heh..heh>. Anyone else got some good food
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stories? Post 'em!!!
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well i have to run, I am hungry...hmmm...maybe a tuna fish
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sandwhich? ;)
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(M)(I))S)(F)(I)(T)(S)(1)(9)(9)(2)(*)(*)(*)(*)(M)(I)(S)(F)(I)(T)(S)(1)(9)(9)(2)
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Title: STORIES: BRADY I & BRADY II
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Contents:
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Brady I - written by some anonymous person.
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Brady II - written by me.
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coming soon ... (something similiar)
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WARNING -
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The following stories contain
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black humour, incest, nonconsensual sex,
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sexual violence, hetero anal intercourse,
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pedophilia, inferred bestiality,
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(you get the idea)
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If this is not your cup of tea/coffee, please
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consider - gentle reader - the options available
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on your newsreader, specifically to skip the
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remainder of this posting.
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You've been warned!
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It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The
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suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing
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touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising.
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Yes, life was beautiful that day----just as life is ALWAYS beautiful
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at the Brady's.
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Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan
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and Cindy had come home in Mom's car. But, just like it does every
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weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.
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Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike's
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clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty
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of time to PLAY!
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Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him
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and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.
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"Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?"
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Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household
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needed that night.
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"Everyone up to MY room! Time to start the evening!"
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Everybody ran up the stairs to Greg's room, even Alice and Tiger. They
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all KNEW what Friday night meant up in Greg's room. Not only speed and
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dope, but if they were lucky, maybe a bit of a "family affair" might start
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up, like it did LAST Friday. That would be great! Groovy!
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Once everybody had sniffed a bit of Greg's magic powder, Peter asked the
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group if it wanted to play "GQ Model", like they did last Friday.
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YAAAAAAY!, said Cindy. She loved this game. So did Bobby! Oh yeah...
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Bobby LOVED GQ Model! Because it was always Bobby that got to pose for
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the group.
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The rest of the family never told Bobby (cause they figured he'd be upset)
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that the pictures of him were sent to that strange man down the street to
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be used for some magazine that none of them had ever heard of. Yes....
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In fact, Peter once said that he SAW some of the Bobby pictures a couple
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of weeks after playing GQ Model. Peter was in a drugstore, and he saw
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the picture that HE took of Bobby outside on the jungle jim. It was the
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picture where you could see Greg's hands doing something to Bobby's privates.
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It was making Bobby hard for the camera.
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Anyway, everybody at this point was shaking and sweating profusely cause
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of Greg's great speed. Alice was already pulling out her vibrator, and
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nervously fingering the switch. Everytime she made it go WRRRRRRRR, Tiger
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would start to wag his tail. Tiger KNEW what Alice's "Love Gun" could
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do to a feisty beat up mutt.
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Marsha walked over to Peter and opened his shirt."No!", cried Bobby
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unbutton my shirt, and I want Peter to pull my pants down, like last week!"
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Ok. Bobby got his way. Like he always did. They knew that if they let
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Bobby call some of the shots early in the GQ game, Bobby would owe each
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of them a few favors. Heh heh heh.
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When Peter had finally taken Bobby's underwear off, the group was already
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visibly getting excited. "Gosh, if only Mom and Dad could be here, like
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they were last Friday..." Bobby always wished that his Mom and Dad could
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take part in the family fun each week, but sometimes they just HAD to miss
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it (even though it hurt them so).
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Greg got out his two pairs of handcuffs. He gave one pair to Jan and the
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other pair to Cindy. He told both of them to take ALL their clothes off
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first, and then to cuff Bobby to the desk. Tiger, meanwhile was jumping
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up and down----he knew what was NEXT!
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"OK, TIGER! Show Bobby how much you love him!"
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Tiger ran over to bondage Bobby, and gave him a tongue bath, paying special
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attention to those VERY special little boy areas. Yes. Tiger knew how
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Bobby liked it. All this experience hadn't gone to waste on this dumb
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canine.
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Alice, meanwhile, had gone into the Brady's bathroom to get Mrs. Brady's
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special jar of mentholatum cold cream.
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And she wasnt going to fix her makeup! No.....Alice was going to give
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Marsha that VERY special treatment that Marsha always begged for.
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You see, Marsha loved to look at all her brothers naked, while she had
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the live-in maid grease her up for some serious anal sex. Yes, and
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Greg ALWAYS loved to join in.
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While the flashbulbs were popping in Greg's room, and Bobby's giggling
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could be heard across the hall, Greg took Marsha to their parent's
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bedroom. They knew that it was ok to screw in Mom and Dad's room,
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because Carol and Mike ALWAYS commented on the wonderful smell the
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room had after such encounters. They knew perfectly well that it was
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their own daughter's rectum they were smelling----but what the hell,
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if it turns you on, right?
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Greg pounced on Marsha and started grabbing her pubic hair. He pulled
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it out in tufts, while groaning in her ear like a mule.
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"The SONG! THE SONG" Marsha demanded. She always LOVED it when Greg
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sodomized her while singing "the song".
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"OK, Marsha, you got it."
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"I-N-C...
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E-S-T...
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That's what sister means to me."
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Greg continued to sing this silly nurseryrhime as he vigorously screwed
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his sister. Yes. Greg had always lusted after Marsha! Ever since the
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whole family went mule packing the Grand Canyon, and Greg rode right
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behind Marsha and her creamy pre-pubescent little butt, Greg just
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couldnt get her out of his mind. That is----when he wasnt thinking
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about Peter.
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When Marsha and Greg were done, they went back into Greg's room to see
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how the GQ Model game was progressing.
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"Sorry Bobby, we ran out of film...", Peter explained to the obviously
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|
dejected Bobby.
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Maybe next week, we can take MOVIES of you with Dad's camera, instead.
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Bobby seemed somewhat comforted by this consolation.
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Alice jumped up in front of the group! "OK! Now its time for my favorite
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game! NAKED TWISTER!"
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YAAAAAAAAAY! Everyone was excited. They all loved it when Alice would
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whip out her Twister game.
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|
Cindy was first. Spreading far, she put her right foot on the blue dot,
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and her left hand on the red dot. Everyone jumped in immediately when
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they saw the awesome sight of a juicy, fresh 7 year old girl spreading
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for the family. "Me NEXT!", demanded Jan. She nestled in REAL close
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to Cindy's smooth warm flesh. Peter was next, his obvious erection
|
|
rubbing up and down in Cindy's face. Cindy eagerly gobbled it up. But
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Peter pulled his cock out soon, cause Cindy was just TERRIBLE at giving
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head. They had tried many times out back in Tiger's doghouse, but
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she just couldnt seem to keep her teeth out of the way. "Forget it
|
|
Cindy, you stink at dicksuck!" "Sorry..."
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|
"I want Bobby to suck MY weenie! Bobby will suck anything! He likes it,
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|
hey Bobby!!!!!!!"
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|
Yes, Bobby really enjoyed Peter's weenie in his mouth. Now the entire
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|
group of Brady children was piled in one naked heap on Alice's Twister
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|
game. Alice ran into Mike's study to get Mike's VCR.
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|
"Mr. and Mrs. Brady SURE wouldnt want to miss THIS!!!" Alice exclaimed!
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No, Mr. and Mrs. Brady DIDNT want to miss this. They had been trying to
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|
get all the kids together on the Twister game for WEEKS! But since,
|
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Jan had had the clap last week and the week before, they couldnt do it.
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"Give Tiger your Love Gun, Alice! Come on! PLEASE???!", the kids cried.
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|
Ok. Tiger always loves it at high speed.
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|
"Can I help???", asked Greg. Greg really liked to help insert the plastic
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toy while beating off. It really gave him a thrill.
|
|
Sure, Greg, no problem.
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|
WRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, went the Love Gun, and Greg started to furiously beat
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|
off while staring intently into Tiger's love-filled eyes. The dog
|
|
shot its load easily, like it always does. "Gosh golly, Tiger, cant
|
|
you EVER hold out??", cried Cindy. She always wished that Tiger
|
|
had a little more staying power than he did. I guess thats because of
|
|
all the times that Tiger had shot his load early while with Cindy. You
|
|
know how unsatifying that can be.
|
|
"Stop whining, Cindy." begged Peter. "I hate it when you whine about
|
|
Tiger being a little fast on the trigger." "You know that he is sensi-_
|
|
tive about that!"
|
|
"Sorry..." mumbled Cindy.
|
|
"Just for that you little bitch, its time to bring YOU to the playhouse!!!"
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|
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! cried Cindy in desperation.
|
|
Yes. It was time for Cindy to learn what penetration is all about. Time
|
|
for Cindy to become a "real" woman. Hmmmmmmmmmm.
|
|
Peter and Greg handcuffed the little girl to the rafters of the playhouse,
|
|
suspending her above the floor.
|
|
"OWWWWWW!", cried cindy, in obvious pain.
|
|
You think THIS hurts you little bitch, wait until GREG whips out BIG EDDIE!
|
|
Alice HAD to leave at this point. She always DID love watching Cindy have
|
|
sex, but when it came to BIG EDDIE.....
|
|
Well, Alice had ALREADY seen Greg's throbbing member at work on Bobby, she
|
|
realized that she really didnt need to watch it at work on Cindy too.
|
|
Greg greased up his cock, stroking the HUGE length back and forth. Cum
|
|
was already oozing from its tip. He placed it against Cindy's pussy,
|
|
and SHOVED it in HARD! No mercy from this big brother.
|
|
Peter, meanwhile had greased up his dick with Crisco and had placed it on
|
|
Cindy's tight little rosebud butthole. OUCH! Yeah, you know it....
|
|
This was DEFINITELY going to hurt this little 7 yr old.
|
|
But what the hell.
|
|
THRUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSST!
|
|
Cindy screamed LOUDLY!
|
|
Up in the house, Marsha and Jan were busy eating one another out, when
|
|
they heard their little sister scream in pain. Immediately on hearing
|
|
this, Marsha ripped her face from Jan's bush and began to shudder wildly.
|
|
Jan had NEVER seen her sister EVER have such a quaking orgasm!!!!!!1
|
|
She bucked wildly, licking Jan's pussy juice from her chin, fingering
|
|
her clit, and she fell in a naked heap to the floor.
|
|
"Gosh, Marsha, was that all just because my cunt tastes so good??"
|
|
"No way, Jan. I just thought it was SO GROOVY to hear Cindy scream in
|
|
pain, I just COULDNT help but explode!"
|
|
"I understand...."
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|
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|
Well, this is a long story, that could never be told in one night.
|
|
But be sure to stay tuned to find out about what Mike and Carol did
|
|
upon returning to the Brady household! What did Mom and Dad do,
|
|
when Peter had to tell them that he had ruptured poor little Cindy's
|
|
rectum... What did Alice say when she found out that it was little
|
|
BOBBY who was stealing all of her crotchless underwear.
|
|
Find out.
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|
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|
-------
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BRADY.FUN II
|
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JAN-BECOMES-A-VIBRATOR
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by j.v.
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It was a typical evening at the Brady household. Children
|
|
were playing merrily outside in the golden rays of the set-
|
|
ting sun. Every now and then screams of childhood merriment
|
|
filtered in the windows - left open in the face of summer
|
|
heat. Upstairs, Mike and Carol were getting ready for a
|
|
dinner engagement with one of Mike's more well-heeled
|
|
clients. These engagements were always important to Mike's
|
|
success, and he always made sure that Carol was along, as
|
|
sometimes her services were invaluable in procuring the fi-
|
|
nal deal. "Aren't you done yet?", he asked imploringly,
|
|
turning to straighten his tie before the full-length mirror.
|
|
"Now Mike, you know I couldn't get dressed earlier because
|
|
Jan kept running to the bathroom". "I'll bet the little
|
|
bitch has an infection again... or do you suppose she's
|
|
barfing?", asked Mike. "I don't think so", said Carol, "Cin-
|
|
dy was the one that was tossing her cookies, last time I
|
|
checked..." "actually... I wonder whatever happened with
|
|
that?".
|
|
|
|
"No! No! - The black ones", asserted Mike, "He hates the
|
|
red stuff!". Carol was in the act of putting on some
|
|
strawberry edible underwear. She twisted her hips in the
|
|
rays of the setting sun after she corrected the oversight,
|
|
stroking her pussy through the material. Across the street,
|
|
Peter and his friend David were taking turns at the tele-
|
|
scope. "What a hot bitch!", said Dave cranking his dick as
|
|
he watched the spectacle. "Here - Let me have a look" said
|
|
Peter grabbing the scope and pressing it to his eye. Dave
|
|
was too busy in his own little world to mind - frantically
|
|
pumping his prepubescent manhood until it spat white foam.
|
|
Peter licked his lips as he watched the spectacle his mother
|
|
was presenting. She looked almost as good across the street
|
|
as she did on top of him. She left his view, almost
|
|
dressed. "Damn!",he cursed and turned his attention to a
|
|
more interesting target - the bathroom. Inside, he could see
|
|
Cindy squatting on the toilet, her dress hiked up above her
|
|
waist, and her little legs dangling on each side. Pete
|
|
zoomed the scope when he saw her lean forward. Her face
|
|
turned beet red - apparently she was having a hard time. In
|
|
the background, Peter could barely see Marcia hike her skirt
|
|
and grease her anus with two fingers, wiping the excess off
|
|
on some toilet paper that she had in the other hand. Right
|
|
then and there, Peter knew that it would be an interesting
|
|
night at the Brady household.
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|
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|
"Ho! Ho! Ho!",laughed Mike as Carol tried her hand at the
|
|
whip he just bought. She packed it into her purse along with
|
|
a vibrator and some K-Y jelly, and headed for the door. As
|
|
she passed by Mike, he grabbed a handful of ass and pulled
|
|
her close to him. "Don't forget Tiger!", he said - a look of
|
|
amusement crossing his features. "Oh Mike", said Carol,
|
|
"Even you know that Mr. Rogers isn't into feisty white
|
|
mutts!". "Maybe later", she winked with a positive gleam in
|
|
her eyes before she turned and headed out into the street.
|
|
Mike followed after. "Damn - What a good piece!", he thought
|
|
as he watched her ass as she crossed to the car. "What a
|
|
FUCKING GOOD PIECE!".
|
|
|
|
"Mmmf!", Jan was tied spread-eagled to the lower bunk bed
|
|
while Alice rode her merrily. "Eat me out, you little
|
|
bitch!", she grunted, pressing her cunt hard against Jan's
|
|
face, "or I'll tell mom you're barfing!". Jan's tiny 13
|
|
year old body buckled hard in her repeated efforts to get
|
|
air and Alice was *loving* every minute of it. "Bobby!", she
|
|
yelled, "My broom! GET MY BROOM!". She wanted to work Jan's
|
|
cunt something fierce - she wasn't gonna lube it or nothing.
|
|
She just wanted to see her squirm, hear her gasping under-
|
|
neath her. Almost snuff her out and then bring her around
|
|
again for some more. The funny thing was that Jan liked it
|
|
too. Apparently, her mind was pretty fucked up after all
|
|
that glue she used to sniff.
|
|
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|
Apple-cheeked Bobby appeared at the door a short time later.
|
|
He had a broom, some kind of box, and a shit-eating grin on
|
|
his face. "You rang?", he asked. He walked up to the bed
|
|
with a slight limp, as his ass was still sore from Greg's
|
|
tool. What was even worse, Peter had just come home from
|
|
across the street - horny as hell, and had demanded instant
|
|
lip-service from our little hero. "What the hell is that?",
|
|
groaned Alice - pointing to the box. Jan was starting to
|
|
pass out underneath her, but Alice was feeling mighty good.
|
|
She leaned forward to let her have some air, and laughingly
|
|
ripped of a smelly, loud fart in the poor little girl's
|
|
face. "It's Peter's volcano power supply!", said Bobby, "It
|
|
generates over 50,000 volts!". Alice sat back down on Jan's
|
|
face as she thought about the possibilities. Underneath her,
|
|
she felt Jan begin squirming again. "Get me a bucket of wa-
|
|
ter!", she shouted, hoarse with animal lust "I've got an
|
|
idea!".
|
|
|
|
Upstairs, Greg was spreading mentholeum cream all over his
|
|
man-sized tool while Martia and Peter were undressing Cindy
|
|
on their parent's bed. She trembled as they stripped off her
|
|
little yellow dress and threw it in a crumpled heap. Her
|
|
white panties were next. "Ha - lookit the shit-stain!",
|
|
laughed Peter as he indicated a brown line in the panties.
|
|
They pushed her face-down against the bed, her little bare
|
|
butt sticking up in the air. "Their'll be more than shit in
|
|
there when I'm through with her", boasted Greg as he submit-
|
|
ted his tool to one last inspection. Peter took off to get
|
|
the camera. These sessions looked great on film and he knew
|
|
a man down the street who liked to buy pictures like these.
|
|
In fact, once Greg said he saw some of these pictures in an
|
|
actual magazine somewhere...
|
|
|
|
Cindy was having second thoughts. She kept trying to get
|
|
away, screaming "No!", "No!". However, a few good whacks
|
|
from Marcia with a belt buckle seemed to reassure her and
|
|
help calm her fears. Greg poised himself before her trem-
|
|
bling rosebud anus. His cock burned from the menthol cream
|
|
he had spread all over it. Peter licked his lips - He knew
|
|
first-hand what that cock could do. THRUUUUUST! Greg shoved.
|
|
Cindy screamed. Upstairs, Alice climaxed as she rode Jan.
|
|
Jan's body was vibrating with an electrically induced mo-
|
|
tion.
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|
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|
Suddenly the power went out. "What the fuck happened?!?!",
|
|
yelled Greg, majorly pissed off that he couldn't see what he
|
|
was doing. Bobby came running in. "Alice hooked Jan up to
|
|
your volcano power supply! - I'll bet that did it!". They
|
|
went into the room and Pete brought a flashlight from the
|
|
cupboard. Alice was looking down at a motionless form on
|
|
the bed. "Shit...", she said "I think she's dead...". Cindy
|
|
let out a plaintative wail. "What'll we do???" ,she was
|
|
breaking out into tears, "What'll we tell mom and dad?".
|
|
"Who cares?", said Marcia eyeing the stain that was spread-
|
|
ing beneath Jan's form, "THAT WAS MY BED!".
|
|
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|
"I have an idea", said Greg, a mischievious look in his
|
|
eyes, "A GREAT IDEA!". He climbed on top of the bed, like
|
|
preacher climbing on a soapbox. "HOW ABOUT SOME NECROPHI-
|
|
LIA!!??"
|
|
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|
The rest of this story is history. Mom and Dad took the news
|
|
pretty well and they told the authorities that Jan ran off
|
|
with a biker. As for the body, they stuffed it in an old
|
|
freezer in the basement - keeping it for those nights when
|
|
Greg or the others were interested in some forbidden action.
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