It’ll be these one I guess.
>>84337 >>84338 >>84370. >>84454
>>84455 >>84484 >>84485. >>84486
>>84487. >>84627. >>84969. >>84970

Maybe these should be saved for loliboard which comes in... 4 days

Fair enough.

Did you get a chance to post them on loli board? I couldn't find them.

Glad to see this thread. Love it.

>poop
In my high school days, my dad was having a midlife crisis and was trying to bone anything within a 10 million mile radius. So he hooked up with a goth chick, and she had a really smoking hot 12-13 yr old daughter, who was also pretty emo and eventually I figured out she was a cutter, because her mom was an insufferable bitch that treated her like shit and her dad was an asshole that sexually manipulated her too. But anyhow, the girl had a very weak stomach and I took advantage of this. On Fridays, our parents would go out on a date. So I was in charge of getting us some grub. I got mexican kielbasa and soda, which I slipped a laxative in. I purposefully waited for her to digest her food and get a stomach ache, then took a long shower until she had no choice but to come in and relieve herself. Before this, she would always sneakily poop when she thought no one was up, but I'd always come in right after and huff the fumes. There's more stories but you get the gist
>piss
I've licked up piss before in the girls bathroom at school. Around the 10th grade I used to sneak in the girls bathroom during gym class. I've scraped shit stains stuck to the toilet bowl, licked up some pubes stuck to toilet seats, and sucked on a few used tampons as well. I stopped around the end of the school year because I heard some shittalkers spreading a rumor that "some dude was sneaking in the girls bathroom" so I just stopped before I could potentially get caught.
>vomit
As an ex-emetophobe, I can say full heartedly that the sequence I'm about to describe gave me a huge vomit fetish. As a freshman in high school, I used to sit next to this quiet spanish chick and would occasionally cop a feel when she got really close. Well one day she must've caught a bug or something, because she grabbed my bag and blew chunks of undigested oatmeal in there and FILLED it. It was funny, she never even apologized and after that day she changed where she usually sat on the bus.

>>157
wtf

>>157
Oh shit ! LOL
That's, not a life experience that's a story worth being posted on /lit board. Are you sure it is real? ;)

>>156
It is not that big deal to see little toddler girls peeing as they often run around naked on the beach.
I had a chance to see my classmate vomit on herself because she got drunk and fainted. We had to carry her back and clean up a bit. I was not super interested in that stuff at that time and she was also not the most attractive girl to me but I still considered it to be a good opportunity to get some action( probably take off her dirty clothes :) and maybe show myself as "a nice guy" :) The party was boring I would be much happier by cleaning her than wandering around pointlessly. Although another of my classmates snatched her from me because I was too slow to react.

Anyway, all that real-life stuff is not really that erotic because it comes in the wrong context.

>>159
I'm afraid everything I've written happened. I know to the untrained eye, it looks like I posted a huge textwall/copypaste story, but those are just my genuine experiences. I really didn't describe anything too unbelievable though, did I? I've told my stories of sneaking into the girls bathroom on other message boards before and other people have called bullshit too. Is it really that unimaginable that a teenager with this fetish would go into the girls bathroom when no one was in there, and lick up the excretions? I was never even particularly ballsy as a kid. I just forced myself to do it one day, and it became a habit. As for the two other stories, the vomit thing wasn't planned by me. The girl I was setting next to was sick and took my bag to throw up in without permission, and I had a boner for the rest of the bus ride. The first experience I described was just a thing I did on impulse. I actually skimmed over a lot of other stories/background history I could tell because there are some stories that you just shouldn't tell, even on an anonymous imageboard. I learned that the hard way when my first and only GF found the "weird shit" I was saying about her on a soul reaver forum that wasn't even indexed by google.

Not sure if it's mentiomed yet, but the thread overviews and catalog should be in order of newest post rather than when the thread started. They're nearly useless at the moment

I don't get it. Why don't you just restore the missing content from your backups? You clearly know to make backups, since you were able to bring the site back with all its content in the first place.

So where is the p2p board? A few had questions about it, so you delete the board and the questions? If that's the case you guys are never gonna get the numbers of people you want using this site that you mention aren't showing. Simply people will find elsewhere to go.

>>145
I made a few threads asking questions too. I don't know what k♡♡z is thinking. Maybe he should hand the site down back to someone that isn't running a million other chans. But at the same time, no one else is going to run a loli guro board and a real life guro board. The latter is something that doesn't really need to exist unless people started file sharing good snuff videos/pics there, since active gore forums and 4chan already exist, but the loli board is a niche category of guro that needs to be allowed on gurochan.

>>145
It will return with different rules.

>>113
>>148
There were no backups. Gurochan is large and hard to backup.

go to gurochan twitter (@gurochanga) and look at followers

>>127
Thanks for the tip!
I may actually get so desperate in my search, that i will create a twitter account just to try out your suggestion.

Anya was an assassin, who revelled in killing people slowly, and sexually. She never cared about money too much as nothing would give her as much pleasure as watching the life drain from her target as she cums to their death.
She had recently gained a new magic which let her control anyone with the same bloodline as one she had bathed in, so she went down to the town to try out the ability.
Here she found a family with a mother, a father and their young 14-year-old son, Tom. She waited until the father was out of the house to ambush him, appearing right in front of him and immediately stabbing him in the chest. With that the mother became a widow.
She grieved for weeks, barely paying attention to the outside world. This gave Anya a chance to have fun with her child. The child had constantly been bullied by some of the kids from the school. Anya appeared before him.
“Who… who are you?” He asked.
“I know there are people in the school you want to get back at.” She whispered.
Tom nodded “Every day they torture me because I’m weak.”
“Would like a chance to get revenge?” Anya asked.
Tom smiled “Yes.”

Tom’s school taught the basics of all kinds of things, including magic, crafting, medicine and trade. Tori had always picked on him the most, mocking him for his struggles at fighting techniques and magic, and managed to get herself paired up with him whenever possible.
This time though, he would use it to his advantage. While in medicine lesson, Anya communicated to him what to do, and he quickly mixed some of the ingredients together, pouring it into Tori’s water. Anya had picked up a few tips from Eratus after all their work together and made use of it now.
Tori drank the water and Tom waited. Then he heard it.

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Next, he pulled away and positioned his now hard penis over her pussy.
“Don’t even think about putting that junk into my…” Once again, he cut her off by thrusting into her, causing her to lose her voice for a second. He just kept on going, pushing it in again, and again. She continued to moan as he fucked her.
“Oh, oh, this feels amazing.” She had finally given up trying to stop him, and simply savoured the experience. However, Tom still had vivid memories of every time she hurt him, and simply wanted her to feel the pleasure before the pain. Next, he got out another potion Anya had given him, and forced it down her throat. Suddenly she began to moan even more than before. Her body even wriggled around in pleasure, and he had to assume the paralysis was wearing off, but that was fine. She’d still be too weak to hurt him for a long time.
The potion he gave her enhanced all her senses, so what was already pleasurable was put into overdrive. His lower body happened to graze her clit and she orgasmed. And she kept it up too, only managing a minute after each orgasm before the next. He kissed her on the lips and played with her boobs in his hands, making her go crazy in pleasure. Then she suddenly winced.
“Hey, what was that?” She opened her eyes to see Tom holding the knife, and an evil smile. Her cheek burned slightly. She looked incredulously. “Did you cut me?”
Tom licked at the cut while he continued to pump her. He too felt incredible, and felt it was time to really take revenge. Her blood tasted amazing and turned his bloodlust on, making him want to revel in her pain. In reality, a lot of this was Anya’s emotions seeping in, who was feeling the whole thing and masturbating herself to it. Tom punched one of Tori’s boobs.
Her sensitivity was already heightened, so she felt a powerful wave of pain, and let out a scream. Tom was excited by this and continued to punch her tits over and over. They had a strange feeling to hit as they were so large.
He didn’t stop with the boobs and proceeded to stab them as well. This was a much sharper pain, so Tori ended up screaming properly this time, as he cut them up from the nipple outwards. After cutting it open, he stuck his hand in to feel it from the inside and moved his mouth down to suck at the insides. Tori kept screaming till her voice went raw, and her body struggled a bit, but Tom was on top and it was still weak. Every wince she made turned on Tom more, bringing him closer to orgasm. He continued to move onto her arms and legs, stabbing them at constant intervals too, before finally reaching her stomach.
By this point he was so turned on he couldn’t stop himself. He stood up bringing her with him, and slammed her against the wall, fucking her like that. Her back grinded against the bricks creating minor scrapes, but he kept pushing his dick in and out of her tight wet hole clenching around him. She began to moan again, and he pulled out for a second to send his knee flying into her pelvis, crushing her clit. She let out another pain wrenching scream as Tom kept fucking and eventually, he let loose his load flying into her womb. As he orgasmed, he swung her body between the two walls of the alley, bruising her upper arms.
After releasing his load, he swung her round dropping her back down to the pavement, and dropped his body weight down onto her chest, causing her to cough up blood.
“What now?” she asked bitterly, her entire body in pain.
He smiled, before stabbing the knife into her pussy. She screamed some more as he wriggled the knife further and further into her, ripping apart her organs as it went, until his whole arm was in her pussy, his hand going all the way up to her neck where the knife finally cut its way out. Tori convulsed for a few seconds before her body finally gave up.


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Anya gasped as his head rammed itself against her vagina, which spread unusually large to let it fit in, Anya’s hips seemed to grow wider to accommodate the change and the vagina was so wet that it began dripping down onto the rest of Tom’s body, completely soaking it.
By the time most of Tom’s body was engulfed, Anya released the mind control, so she could feel the wriggling as he tried to escape. He was no longer pushing himself in, so she grabbed his hips to push him in herself. It felt so good to have an entire body slowly rub against her as it entered inch by inch. Her belly slowly expanded as it went. Eventually his body was almost in but reaching his hips she found his penis was hard, stopping him going any further. She laughed.
“You’re actually being turned on by this.”
She heard a “Mmmmng” in reply from her belly as she grabbed his dick and began rubbing it. She pulled the tip across her clit and eventually he cummed. Having cummed twice in such a short time, his dick quickly became too sensitive to continue. She continued to rub it causing him to wriggle some more in pain and using it to stimulate her clit some more. Eventually he came again, and she let it go flaccid this time before continuing to push him up into her vagina, rubbing her clit more as he went in.
Eventually she finally pushed his feet in and rubbed her now massive belly with one hand while stimulating herself more with the other. He punched and kicked her while wriggling inside which was enough to make Anya finally cum. Her pussy contracted over and over with incredible speed and power, crashing into Tom and pushing against him from all sides. It crushed him down more and more and blood began to come from her pussy. Finally, she settled down and reached her hand into her pussy, pulling out a mass of flesh and broken bones that had been completely disfigured to be unrecognisable as a human. She smiled, threw the remains down onto the dead body of Tori, and left.

Wow this is great work. So beautifully done! I see you're using SFM.

>>14163

I see you forgot to take your tablets today. Hope you can get the help you need.

I wonder what kind of fetish that is supposed to be.

This thread is against the rules but will not be deleted.

zhopa

Can you have her dismembered and floating in space?
http://img.gurochan.ga/art/res/2.html#27026 (One with greyscale female spacemarine, Quake 4 concept art)
Also keep her hot in corpse form as well.

shame this artist disappeared, I was in their stream and they seemed so pumped about gurochan being back... I hope they're alright

do you still visit gurochan?

That's too bad, I hope they come back. Was it a girl artist? It's always so hot when its a girl artist.

Could you draw this busty pearl having her neck snapped with her tits popping out of her tight slutty outfit? please

deleted because of breaking rules?
maybe they got deleted because of that transfer fault?

>>101
i find this to be more likely

Okay, but still... where are the Rules?

Well, in 1413, Tolsik was elected and acclaimed the High Chieftain of the Pompian Republic, and his goons quickly set about taking Tolsik’s more moderate political enemies out of office. They jabbed great pointy sticks and spiked those opponents in their bellies, so hard they coughed up blood. They slashed the clothes off of female Councillers and jabbed their throbbing pricks in them so hard that their cunts and derrieres bled, and bled profusely. They shot those enemies to death, some in the Council Room itself. They poured gasoline in the Council House and set it aflame. Thus the Pompian Republic died and the Tolsiki Empire was born. Everyone was afraid then, and rightfully so. The Tolsiki began to build up their army and their navy, and the Tarsonians were slow to react. We didn’t respond enough to the threat in those first couple of years. We finally got a new Sachem in the Sachem-House in 1415, but it was too late. The Tolsiki rearmament was well along.
I was a young woman now. I still lived by my parents, but had a rowhouse that I shared with three sisters, Mara, Sarinya, and Avai. In 1418 I was 25, Mara was 21, Sarinya was 23, and Avai was the youngest, 20 years old. If you care to know what we looked like, suffice it to say we were young, pretty, had straight hair that fell to our shoulders but no further, our bosoms and waists were both modest, and we were rather demure. Yes, Sarinya and Avai liked the boys. They often dated them and Avai had a boyfriend, Middo Arhat. Mara liked girls. She planned to marry one someday, a buxum elf named Oppai Gungnam. And me? Akina? Well, I was coming off my first and only husband, Alsik Opki. He had seemed sweet and charming at first, luring me with flowers and sweets and gifts. We fell in love and I got married. However, he wanted me to have one baby for every room in his eight-room house, and I balked. No way did I want a family that large! I kept refusing his advances and then came one night. One unspeakably cruel night. He punched me in the cheek. My nose bled. I slammed against the far wall and punched a hole in the plasterboard with my suddenly hurting butt. I swung at him but my boobs swung with me, knocking my momentum off balance (oops). I swung again, and this time my hair got in my eyes and I blinked through my tears. He chopped into my upper arm, which stung, and I kicked him in the balls, which both injured my big toe and caused him to howl in pain. He tried to choke me. He put his hands around my n

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Name: Akina Ojoba
Sex/Gender: Female/Femme
Ethnicity: Tarson Elves
Country (before the Tarson Wars): Tarson
Country (during/after? the Tarson Wars): Tolsiki Empire
Age: 27 at the time of the Slaughter
Sisters: Sarinya Ojoba (25, het), Mara Ojoba (23, lesbian), Avai Ojoba (22, het)
Parents: Benki Ojoba and Anri Ojoba

I remember the eve of the war. A few days before, radio and television were beaming lurid pictures into our homes of the so-called Massacre of Pompia. The townspeople had been encouraged by the authorities to descend upon the elven quarter of town, which they did. This was a walled quarter, dating from the days of the ghettoes, but the gates had been open for more than a century by 1418. The elves had some warning of what was to come (a few Pompard cops had gotten drunk on ale and wandered into an elf temple, and the cops gargled out news of upcoming actions to temple priests), and so the elves had closed the ancient gates. However, townspeople busted the gates oven with a dragon provided by the Tolsiki. The mob proceeded to run wild in the quarter, burning down all the elven temples and smash windows, slamming babies against walls, stomping brutally on elf kids, raping the pretty girls, castrating some of the handsome men, and looting, looting, and more looting. The Tarsonians started packing up their bags and leaving for the border. Jokim Tolsik had banned them from leaving the country, but many of them snuck over the border anyway, and of course we welcomed them with open arms. How could we not? They were our sisters and brothers, after all.
Tolsik saw it differently, however. To him and his empire, the refugees were traitors and vermin, to eventually be wiped out. We were a vermin nation, nothing about us was right, and so we must be wiped out. How to do that? Start a fight, of course. And so he did, citing the refugees as a “casus belli”.

I remember Ono 18, the day they came to Anselheim. The war had been perhaps a month old. We had won a few victories over the Tolsiki Empire in the beginning, with a few of our vanguard occupying two or three of their hills. The military response had been swift, however, and we were suffering reverse after reverse. Air raid sirens would howl, and we would cower in the basement as dragons blew their flames and airplanes dropped their bombs. Explosions rang all over the place.
Ono 18, 1418, dawned quietly. None of the usual sirens had gone off, and people were going about their business. My sisters and I went aboard a canal-boat and got out our fishing rods and nets; it was common sport to fish in the canals. This sometimes provided our lunch and dinner. The weather was balmy, as it was a lovely late-spring day. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, and they were falling in pink showers all over the place. We were occupied, Sarinya, Mara, Avai, and Akina – that’s me – gaily chattering among ourselves about romances and fish. It was Avai that first heard the thwack-thwack of dragon wings, flying low through the canal areas. Somehow the dragons had evaded Anselheim’s and the Tarson realm’s watches. One hideous scaly green beast swooped low over our boat, rocking it, and then bellowed a column of crimson and orange flame. It incinerated a tree and a couple of rowhouses a block away from us.
Soon they were everywhere. Pillars of smoke came from all quarters. The drone of the airplanes occurred after maybe an hour, and soon the bangs of explosions joined the chorus. A bomb hit our boat and we all screamed and swam for our lives in the choppy water. We got out of the canal by a ladder, all of us only slightly hurt but chillingly drenched and shivering. We huddled together for warmth as the “blitz” went on. It was afternoon by the time we reached our house and consoled our worried parents.
I heard the clang of a gong, the whistle of a flute, and the banging of drums. This was one of the the Tolsiki’s (in)famous Musical Corps, whose job was to keep the march of the troops in rhythm. This was followed by the infantry, all suited up, a few in ceremonial garb, most in camouflage. The cavalry followed, on unicorns and horses, as well as in gun-cars and armored convoys. They came bearing pikes and guns and lances, axes and spears, bows and arrows, howitzers and cannons. A couple of stout troops wheeled small atomic bombs, which I guess emitted invisible radiation. We couldn’

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Avai and Sarinya broke down crying. I felt my eyes growing moist myself, and tried to think, “everything will be all right! Stay strong!” It was difficult, though. We had been relying on Tarson’s Noble Troops and Hussars to keep us safe from the Tolsiki. If the latter were parading around Anselheim, our capital, that meant a great failure of the war effort must have occurred. The Tarsonian troops were our pride and joy! What could have happened?
We saw on television that the troops marched onto Ansel Square, at the heart of town, by the royal palace. We saw them storm the palace, guns and dragons blazing, explosions sounding. We saw the King and Queen being led out in chains, and we all had a great cry. Right on live camera, we saw the princesses being pushed out, stark naked and shivering in the cool air. Each was flanked by a Tolsiki guard, fondling her breasts and attempting to kiss her in her mouth. At a toot from one of the flutes, all of the princesses were thrown to the ground, the guards hiked their kilts and knelt, and promptly began thrusting into the princesses right in front of the royal couple. All were screaming and tussling, their hair bedraggled, blowing in the wind. Troops were forcing the King and Queen to watch. Nothing was censored or blurred. Liquid was coming out of the princesses’ twats. I hugged Avai tight and Mara hugged Sarinya. All of us had worry and grief upon our brows. Troops took out scissors and cut off the King and Queen’s eartips while they were being forced to look. This made the Royal Couple resemble humans, although with bloody tops of ears. We loved the fact that we had pointy ears; it distinguished us as elves, and losing those eartips was often something that brought great shame.
Somehow, somewhere, the old Pompard joke about elves having pointy clits came to mind. I irrationally giggled. We don’t really have pointy clits, but at one time Pompards rumored that our clitori must be pointed because our ears were. How silly is that?
We watched as the troops jabbed spiked knuckles up the princesses’ chests so that blood came out of both their chests and mouths, we watched them cough and struggle to breathe, twisting and curving on the ground, one of them even sitting up before collapsing. Two died with their mouths foaming. The third, who had sat up, collapsed on her side and convulsed before expiring, face down. When the last princess died, the king and queen were decapitated by a sword, to a massive drumroll. Their hea

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Herba was a novelist. She spent every day looking for inspiration, writing different techniques and trying out ideas. But that would all soon be in the past. Because today would change her life.

She sat at the computer as usual a cup of coffee on the side. The screen itself was open on a
word editor, but the document was completely blank. Not even a title was to be seen. But despite this, Herba was furiously thinking. There was so much to consider when writing a story. So much detail had to be included, it almost seemed impossible to get anywhere. The world had to come to life in every way, but how does one even communicate that?

While she thought about her story, completely focused on the screen, there was a sudden sound
she was sure she had never heard before, at least not in person.

Gunfire. Explosions.

She rushed to the window to take a look outside, expecting the worst. And indeed, her fears
were confirmed. Across the street, on opposite ends, two sets of troops stood firing at each other over the cars. Herba was excited for the smallest instant before realising the reality of the situation. What if the house was caught in crossfire? She recalled the fact har mother was downstairs preparing dinner for them. What if they shoot through the glass? She had to make sure her mum was safe. Thus she span the
chair around and began to head down the stairs.

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They began walking, deep into the complex, until eventually they came to a room scattered with
armour and weapons of various types hung up on stands.

“Choose your weapon and we’ll head off to the arena.” She took a look around at the models.
Most were pretter similar, so she ended up just taking the closest one, before heading next door. Erun was inside, along with many more trainees.

“Our tech guys managed to rig these weapons to fire fake lasers. They hit your armour, you lose
a point. Three points and you’re out.” Erun explained. It sounded pretty simple. It was a free for all, so she just needed to hit as many people as possible. “You’ll all get 30 seconds to go whereever you like in this arena. I’ll signal you when you can start attacking. So, begin!”

Immediately, the entire room scattered. Herba froze for a second, before also heading out into
the network of tunnels. Erun’s voice soon echoed through the maze. “Aaaand, go!”

Beep. She got hit before she could even see her opponent. How was she meant to defend against

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And suddenly, it seemed like she could feel the air around her. Move the smoke away. This
revealed two soldiers. They stood there staring at her transfixed. She tried to move them out of the way just like with the smoke, and amazingly, they flew across the room. She could also feel a few more soldiers coming up the stairs, and knocked them out just as easily, without even being able to see them.

It was incredible to think about how strong this powers were. She had managed to teleport, knock
people out with one hit, slow down time and now telekinesis. With this she could surely defeat the Empire with ease.

She cleared the rest of the gas from the room and the others began to stand up.

“Thanks,” Erun said, shocked by the whole experience. “This is my fault, I should have added more scouting.”

“Hey, we’re all alive. It’s fine.” Herba assured.

“Hmm… Ok. Let’s return for now, but we’re going to talk more about what you just did when

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He finally writhed suddenly in pain, realising something was wrong, but was stuck in place by
her lips and pussy. It was as if the spell was broken, and he frantically shuffled around trying to get away. But Herba woudn’t let him escape. He suddenly convulsed as his autonomic responses kicked in, and cum, piss and shit erupted from his penis and bottom in panic. She couldn’t help but laugh as she savoured the new feeling in her pussy, while finally climaxing at his motions, just as the heart burst and blood spread out inside him. Finally he came to a stop, dead, and Herba thought on how good the experience felt. If she could actually make people want to have sex with her, it could be an amazing asset.

Then everyone else came out. “You ready” Erun asked. Herba just nodded as they headed back
to base.

Aaron drove for half an hour as Veronica and Kenzie kissed in the back seat. His dick expanded against the fabric of his boxers every time he looked at them through the mirror.

“So,” he looked up, “you two have different dads or…’

“Oh,” Kenzie said, smooching Veronica between each word, “we’re not actually biologically sisters.”

“Huh!” He glanced back again.

“Yeah, we just call ourselves sisters because we look alike.”

“And pretty much everyone calls us ‘the sisters,’ so we go along with it.” Veronica gazed into Kenzie’s eyes. Kenzie kissed her again.

“So, which one of you is the oldest? You both almost look like twins.”

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“It’s beautiful,” Veronica whispered as she peered out at the sea. She pulled Kenzie to her and gripped Aaron’s hand.

Moonlit waves crashed against jagged rocks below. Forests lined the coast in either direction. Animal cries pervaded the woods behind them.

“Can we fuck out here instead of in the car? It’s too beautiful to fuck in there.”

“Sure. Nobody ever comes out here, except for maybe Bigfoot.”

Kenzie laughed and stared off into the woods. “Hey, Bigfoot! Do you like these?” Kenzie lifted her shirt and grabbed her tits.

Veronica did the same and the girls giggled as they flashed their pear-shaped titties to whatever lurked in the woods. She grabbed Kenzie’s shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the ground. She raised her arms as Kenzie removed her shirt. The topless girls turned to Aaron.

Kenzie leaned forward and grabbed his zipper. “Let’s see what you got, Mister Galvan.” She grinned and opened his fly. His cock throbbed in her hand. “Oh my!” Kenzie caressed it as she crouched. She leaned forward and kissed the head, then began licking the shaft. Aaron threw his arm around Veronica. She giggled as he pulled her in. Aaron leaned into her and they kissed. He massaged her breasts. His hand slithered down her stomach as his lips moved away from her lips, kissing her slender neck. His lips wrapped around her nipple, his fingers slipped into her pussy. Veronica moaned and threw her head back. She dug her fingernails into his scalp and pulled his hair. Her thighs clenched. His fingers hammered her hole as she squirted. Aaron came seconds later, groaning as Kenzie pumped his semen into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out as cum drizzled down her chin.

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Aaron crushed twigs and leaves beneath his boots as he sprinted through the trees. Another set of footsteps grew louder as he approaches, then the outline of a naked woman appeared, illuminated by the Moon. Veronica looked back and screamed. She ducked down and accelerated, breathing and squealing with every step. Aaron closed the distance. He stopped, tightened the grip on his hammer, and tossed it. It arched through the darkened trees. She screamed as it crashed into her head and thudded to the ground.

Aaron dashed to the spot. Veronica rolled in the dirt, groaning and clutching her head. Aaron picked the hammer and raised it over his head.

“Please … why are you doing this? We didn’t do anything to you. Don’t kill me, I still have my whole life ahead of me. I-I’m going to University in a few weeks, please don’t destroy my-”

He slammed the hammer into her nose. She wailed and covered her face as blood poured out.

“W-we told Omar that you’ve been sleeping with his girl. He’ll fuck you up.”

Veronica’s forehead caved with a wet crack as he brought it down again. Her incoherent babbling stopped after three strikes. Her skull contorted, eyeballs popped out, and chunks of brain fell out. Aaron’s hammer splashed the brain and blood until she stopped twitching and pissing.

Aaron tossed the hammer aside and mounted her body. He impaled her with his cock. Her tits jiggled as he bounced on her dead body. He came, filling her womb as he howled at the Moon.

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I loved this story. Keep up the writing.