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Debbie jumped into a hot tub of bubbly-wubblies…she brought her rubber wuffies with her.She soaked in for hours…almost falling asleep.She had herself completely cleansed from this long disgusting day and went to bed at about 9:30 next morning.

I should be so lucky.

She did not awake until until about 7:30 that night.Debbie knew she had to move fast.The MORTE’ Wolf would most likely enter her room at midnight ,as was his habit. She also knew it took almost that long to apply her make up, as was her habit.She began the process, wanting to look as alluring as possible.

Foundation…foundation…foundation ( what? she’s building a skyscraper? )..more foundation……eye liner…eye shadow…more eye liner…more eye shadow….eyebrow enabler…..blush…more blush….lipstick…more blush…more foundation…..lip gloss….more…more…more…..more eye liner…more foundation…GOD!..what a mess.


Anyways….she finally finishes, slips on the bra and thong, over that the hot pink,tight…very tight….silky dress…..and no shoes.

She sprays on a wild variety of perfumes via a 5 gallon , hand operated pump.

The hair comes next.

Let’s come back an hour.




OK…she’s done.

She’s hops into the bed, laying on top of the covers striking as steamy a pose as she can.She hides the squirt gun under the pillow. She feels her dupa and pretty snatch generating steam.

“Hey.”

Huh? Is she talking to me?

“I am.”

Can a character talk to the writer?

‘‘They can if it’s me. Look..if your going to do this right, ixnay on the dupa and pretty things. I want it sizzling dirty…..I want filthy words.I want the full smut effect. Either do it right or don’t do it at all.”






Well ex-cuuuuuuse ME, Your Fragrance.


God!!




Well..if that’s what she wants.



Back to the story.


Debbie senses the nearing presence of..MORTE’.


She’s good at that, as he has reached the 2nd floor and is prowling down the hall. He opens the Esoteric door.He comes to the Cozy Dooryard… door.


“Ahhhhhhhh!!”

“WHO HAS DONE THIS THING!!?”


MORTE’ had walked right into a photo hung on the door. It was the Texas flag…with cow people on it.

It was MORTE’ bane….God they hated his guts in Texas, so did their precious oil.


Geeker came running…’MAHSTAH!!..what is it?”


"Get this sacrilege off this door!"….. "GET RID OF IT!”

Geeker saw what he meant. “E-U.” said Geeker.And he got rid of it.


MORTE’ stood 8 feet tall and weighed 375 pounds of wild ,vicious beast.His face was…well just look at the avytar. The body was more man like, although still showed strong hints of a wolf.He wore a full length black cape and was nude beneath it.

He opened the door.

Good idea.

He walked in and stopped about 5 feet short of Debbie.She was almost in trance. She didn’t know if she was more scared than she had ever been or if it was the animal magnetism the MORTE’Wolf exuded.

A huge woody popped through his cape…socking him under the chin.’’OW!!..I hate when that happens.”,Commented MORTE’ as he smacked his pud out from under his chin.

Debbie thought to herself…”Yup…it’s definitely the animal magnetism.”

She starred at him , transfixed on his steely eyes.She thought of what that hot joint could do to her….and what she could do to it.

But then…she sniffed the air. And again…and again.”God!!.You smell really gamey!.You stink! Those other stories never mentioned that.You really,really stink!”

MORTE’ was enraged. No one talked to him that way….well maybe Franny, but that’s about it.His eyes went wild and made his threatening way to her.But Debbie quickly snatched the squirt gun from under the pillow and ….emptied it into the huge wolf.


“EAUXH!!”he bellowed....”Mustard and Texas oil!!…oh no…nnnnnoooooooo!!”


He went to his knees and writhed in pain…..his body was smoking. He fell to the floor from his knees…in a frumping heap.Debbie couldn’t see him anymore. Only the cape.She was stunned by the event.But there still seemed to be something under the cape.Slowly..the cape become hunched…and something was rising from beneath it.


Standing up straight now was…..mdf!


‘‘MORTY-POO-KINS!!” shouted Debbie.” I never considered the good part would stay. This is so Q-L!!”


She was very happy as she always secretly loved Mortimer.( Debbie—shut up.You know you have.)

She was even sssso much happier when she saw this 5 ft 8 inch,153 pound body of sculptured US Steel with sinew and blood vessels highlighting it all.He was deeply tanned and smelled VERY pretty! It was his new lime blossom and jasmine mixed with another oil called ‘‘mookys”, although it smells a lot better than mookys…believe me.


Debbie jumped out of bed and ran to him.

She stopped short of touching.

He didn’t.

He took her by the waist and looked in her eyes.He told her how much he loved her. She wasn’t buying it, but was still hot for him..

We need background music now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoQ2y...eature=related


He pulled her closer and kissed her lips,softly at first;holding them between his.Each one.He rubbed her back.Her mouth opened a bit.She felt his hard body…and felt it some more. His hands found her bottom ..and felt it….as he engaged her tongue slowly, she felt his dupa.She was digging this stuff big time. They kept kissing into each others mouths.He would gently suck her tongue and his hands were slowly massaging her all over .He reached for the short hem of her dress and lifted it so he could feel her hot dupa better. He was already naked so she was having no trouble with her exploration.She was so taken by his tender undulations he performed with his mouth and tongue…by the desire of his hands to make her know how much he loved her body….by his care in handling her.She was giving back everything he gave her.He stopped to pull his head back and just look at her face ..with eyes not believing what they saw.Then he kissed her eyes…and softly rubbed her nipple.It made her tongue lap at his mouth..she was turning it up under this subtle yet lethal attack of love upon her skin ;one that was so foreign to her.She definitely could her the music.


He was kissing her nipples almost before she realized where he went.

She almost feel she was floating off the floor..everything smelled and sounded different.


The scene was getting very hot…sensuous and steamy and hard and beating and steamy and desire blooming out of Freudian skins with jungle drums beating from chests and fluids roaming from wet streams with sucking becoming deeper and harder and bodies pressing with ache and thoughts spinning through minds and minds experiencing out of body swirls as the fire pits began to burn into each other and hard and wet met through veils needing to be thrown off and the aches need to be satisfied now no matter what because we need more music!!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVzXqIe-WSQ

He took her dress off and laid her upon the bed…drinking in her beauty in amethytht…I mean amethyst. She was already undulating her hips hard and writhing with desire. He began kissing and sucking her nipples in more barbaric fashion.He would pinch one while sucking the other.Underneath him she was going off…wanting all he could give her at one time. He moved down ..kissing his way to her belly.He sucked her belly button.

He found the down arrow underneath it…he followed where it pointed and found what he thought was the likely spot. Luckily, he had a small jar of warmed olive oil. It’s easy to make this stuff appear out of nowhere. He slowly poured it on and in her bush.She reacted like a hot tamale.She llloved warmed olive oil!He ,with his fingers, made sure the oil was all over and in her.

He gave her a slow kiss there. He began kissing around her…slow…moist..soft…then a little faster and harder. He began to lick her hot little pus.sy ( uh ..you did ask ) as she started pumping it into his mouth.He found her clit and worked it with his mouth and tongue.He held her as.s with both hands. It felt hot.

That’s because it was.

He reached into her vagina with his tongue,. He was kissing and licking all over.Then began to use his tongue to engulf her clit …and from a suction cup. He performed it harder as she swelled up and the rough tongue felt so hot on her throbbing button.He slipped two fingers into her as he preformed for her with his mouth. She was going googlies.

Fucl< me!..God, fucl< me Mortimer!!….aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.


He didn’t have to be told twice…although she did.


He slid his joint into that beautiful,hot pus.sy and began the process of making each other go absolutely insane.Debbie felt him sliding against her vaginal walls….the feel of him pounding her inside made her want him to actually be abrasive to it.It felt so good she wanted more pain involved and more abuse in her. She began pummeling him with her hips. Her body arched as she took over ….she was screwing him more than he was her.

AAAAAHHHHHHH…she was screaming. '‘Fucl<, me you beast!…You fucl<in’ wild animal….fucl< me harder!!



“Steven H. Crist!”….thought Mortimer…..”What shall I do now?”


So she threw him off….slammed him on the bed…and she straddled him and fucl<ed on his joint until even the Energizer bunny fainted.Debbie rode it wild and hard.She wiggled,she arched. She undulated,she slammed up and down on it until the heat generated by his joint in her snatch caused both to burst out in shooting hot flames of spontaneous combusting purpley pasion.


Yes, Debbie was a squirter.

She collapsed on top of Mortimer…still holding him in her.A few seconds passed…..she slid down him and took him in her mouth.She took them both inside her…to taste the taste and feel the feel.


She came back up and kissed him deep.


They then laid there…spent…and then slept in each others arms…for along time.











Oh my God.


I’m leaving.