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Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)
Volume II
Deliver Me
The 'rents were away, and Lyra was babysitting a handful of lawbreaking munchkins.
Loan had a handful secluded to Lemy's bedroom upstairs, turning it into an online gaming station for the afternoon.
Liena had snagged a few to take outdoors, tend to the garden, and mingle with the wildlife and stock.
Lyra, tho, had to deal with her roomie Liby, the ever stuck up Leia, and the doe eyed Bobby.
She pinched her nose as the young boy scooted a little closer to her on the couch.
She'd already "made room" for him three times, and by this point the teen was convinced he was desperately clingy or – she shivered – liked being around her.
He normally spent an ungodly amount of time following after Loan, so maybe he's just into older wo-
Ugh, please. Just… no.
Lyra turned to look at him, and he hurried his eyes away.
But nothing could hide that pink blush on his cheeks.
Sigh. Well, that's just great. The Christian girl was busy trying to maintain her purity in this forsaken hormonal lust-ridden pheromone-dripping body of hers, and this cute and cuddly, innocent and naïve, and totally pure boy was trying to get closer to her grasp… only inches away now-
Fortunately, she didn't have to pay much attention to Leia and Liby, whom were arguing about redecorating the living room. Again.
Why? Well, she had no idea. None at all.
But the girls had decided to redo it, and almost immediately began arguing about it.
Leia didn't want to spend money on it, claiming that everything was perfect just as it was.
All the room needed was some pink glitter spritzed here and there.
Liby, however, wanted the girls to put their backs into; using their talents to make new paintings and knick knacks and trinkets to beautify the place; as a way to showcase to their parents the kids' combined skills.
But yeeeeah, Leia wasn't having it.
A complete waste of time and resources (not to mention free child labor).
So, the two bickered back and forth over the mode décor, while Lyra was busy praying to God for strength.
Because that little boy had just reached his shaky hand out… had just touched hers… and his eyes… God, please… his eyes were looking straight into hers…
"Please, deliver me from temptation," she thought, over and over again.
And then, her fingers pushed through his.
And then, the burning started…
Personal Maid
Marla hated this.
Sincerely, totally, completely, utterly, eternally hated this.
She'd lost a bet to Lyle.
Something she was guaranteed to win!
Who has the biggest nose in Royal Woods?
Ha! No one had her beaten!
Fuck Lyle and his alien sister's mutation abilities.
And now, to add insult to injury, she was stuck having to wear a damn French maid outfit, prancing around the Loud home, doing all their cleaning, cooking… and laundry.
My god, that was the worst right there.
As she held up his sweaty, smelly workout clothes, she could see the pit stains where he worked up a good sweat doing arm lifts.
Oh, she knew why he did it.
So, he could pull back that bow and kill them deer.
But that still didn't make it any sexier, or cool, or…
Oh god the smell was gonna make her vomit.
Oh god…
And then she picked up one of his boxers, fresh from a weekend trip hunting.
He'd only worn the one pair the entire time…
Oh god…
Dare
"Get me a nuuuude of your sister," some nerdy fag said with a thick accent.
God, he must've been important from chink town, with his slanted eyes and extra chin-chinny-chin.
Lemy could smell the pedophilic pheromones roiling off this guy.
He was a teach, too. Some loser prof from high, approaching the supposedly impressionable and easily intimidated "little bro" to the local hottie bang-for-a-buck.
The only downside was she was "pure" and "steadfast," whatever the hell that meant.
And, well, you know, teach was a loser adult, so this was kinda illegal.
Lemy shrugged.
There really wasn't even a question about which sister he wanted. Everyone had eyes for Lyra Loud, God's gift to mankind.
But the question was… what could Lemy get out of this arrangement?
Lifetime supply of jawbreakers? Hmm, tempting…
Ah, he could probably hold this guy to a lifetime of blackmail either way. That'd be plenty of time to think of what he wanted then.
So!
That's exactly why, several hours later, Lyra found her brother sitting in her dirty laundry hamper.
With a camera in his hands, and a guilty smile on his cheeks.
She had thought she was alone.
And she was already down to her panties and bra.
But what really did it?
She'd just unclasped her titty holder…
And the shock of seeing someone, let alone a boy, let alone her own brother just staring at her in hiding?
That made her drop her top.
And what really did it?
The following flash of light as Lemy unashamedly took the picture he promised, of his sister's fun bags in all their heavenly glory.
Oh, the wrath wrought upon his crown!
Woe to thee, forsaken and worn-
For to dance with heaven's daughter,
'Tis a task most dangerously born.
Kiss of Life
Lemy was your average everyday boy.
He liked to do boy things.
And if that meant free running across rooftops and leaping over the edge to test his new ACDC powered flight suit, then you better believe he'd leap headfirst!
Of course, by ACDC, he did mean "It's a Long Way to the Top."
How ironic it's supposed, considering the boy only fell downward and downward, until soon he was screaming and flailing and surely about to die-
When out of nowhere the world's biggest pair of loli pillows appeared before his eyes like a couple of guardian angels.
Lemy crash landed into the softest twins he'd ever felt (and believe him, he had experience running into soft titties at his house).
The only thing that was out of the ordinary was that his lips felt a gentle softness, too.
He finally blinked his terrified eyes open and saw a girl.
Her eyes were huge, innocent, scared.
His lips were soundly, firmly on hers.
His hands were on her shoulders, and his body was sprawled across hers like she was a bed designed just for him.
He pulled back, dumbstruck at the feelings, new and strange, bubbling up inside his chest…
And then she slapped his face, pushed him off, and gave him the middle finger.
Cause, you know, as romantic as that is… he could've killed them both.
But, come to think of it – as she walked up to him with a discerning glare – he was kinda cute.
So, she pecked him on the cheek again, and patted the other side.
"Do that again and I'll kill you," her voice sweet and tender.
Lemy recounted the tale of when he met his sister-in-law to his best bro, Lyle.
For even tho Lyle was married to the buxom goddess, Lemy was gifted with her (first) kiss of life.
Being the Change
Lyra looked down on the little girl with nary a blink or thought.
Y'know, it's a funny thing how these things happen.
The teen girl never would have guessed that she'd wake up the harbinger of God's will upon her family.
She would never've imagined she'd have Lizy tied up before her, out in the woods on the outskirts of Royal Woods, Michigan.
Who could have guessed it? That the Christian girl would stand beside an olden white oak tree, thoughtful and aloof; unable to hear the soft teary cries of her tiny sister.
How she held a small knife she'd borrowed from the kitchen, glimmering under the few beams of light that still fell through the canopy of leaves and branches above.
Sometimes, she thought outloud to God and angel and heaven itself, you have to stand up and make a difference.
Sometimes, you have to be the change you want to see.
Sometimes… yes, even sometimes, you must do things you never would have thought possible or imaginable.
But the results are what matters, are they not?
Just as God rained fire down upon the twin cities of abomination and sin-
So would Lyra bring wrath and ruin down upon God's enemies.
Starting with this blasphemous liar. Insistent in her sin, abhorrently filthy swine unfit to even lick the ashes of Hell's shore.
A stray beam of sunlight passed over her righteous weapon, and then with the swiftness of a passing breeze it was gone.
Lyra watched the sinner slump to the ground, admired the drops of red upon the ground.
She closed her eyes and nearly wept at the sight, at the remembrance.
For as oft as you think of me, do take drink of my body.
Fallen to her knees, the girl cleaned her blade with a white cloth and lifted the sacrificial tool to heaven's gates.
One down.
And many, many more to go.
The Forgotten Writefag
Loan didn't know why they kept asking her that.
"Do you have a pastebin, anon?"
Well, of course she did!
Anon really thinks she'd waste all this time writing stories for moral degenerates inhabiting an incest thread dedicated to pedophilia, rape, impregnation, and other deviously sinful acts and not have it saved somewhere?
Heed these words, ye scum of the earth.
She does indeed have one. She has it all.
In her short time experimenting and giving and taking and creating the stuff she wanted to see – which unironically turned out to be a mountain of /ss/ content, of course – she'd learned the hard way that relationships can be unforgiving.
Sometimes she just needs to back away, to let her flame flicker in the waning light.
Sometimes…
Sometimes she must be forgotten if she is to be remembered.
She must die to be cherished and loved.
But even in death will her light shine.
And as long as she has these forgotten and forlorn fingers attached to her corrupt and vile mind, there is no way she can be stopped.
In death, she will only grow stronger.
Into darkness, her light will grow brighter.
And try as some might, her stories will not be stopped.
Smiling in the lonely void, Loan stares at her screen. Unblinking, unnerved at her own mortality.
"Have I answered your question yet, dear anon? Or have you not figured out my riddle?"
"Well?"
"I'm waiting~"
Speaking
Sigh.
Liby was tired.
Really tired.
She just wanted it to end, y'know?
Was that too much to ask?
Just to have a little peace, a little quiet.
Sigh.
She lifted the little weight in her hand, ran a hand down the sleek composite grip.
Was it so wrong for people to just… just listen to her?
When she asked them to stop, shouldn't they at least… talk to her?
But, no.
In the real world, people don't listen to little girls.
They don't stand up to bullies.
They don't fight for the little man.
They don't do what's right.
They only care about themselves.
Well, Liby wasn't like that.
She was wired to fight for the innocent until her dying breath.
But what could she do?
Men don't listen to the sound of a little girl.
So, what would they listen to?
Liby looked up at her principal, and several teachers, tied up in the secretary's office.
Ironic the very ones sworn to protect children were the very ones allowing such degradation and destruction to childhood happen in this godforsaken school.
She lifted her gun up to her principal's head.
She pulled the slide back, hit the thumb lock and savored his flinch as the pistol chambered a bullet.
"Are you ready to listen to me now, Sir?" she asked, full of soulless disdain.
She could see it in his eyes.
He wouldn't change.
None of them would.
Fortunate for her, she supposed.
Guns are not just useful for speaking.
They're good at removing problems, too.
An entire room of problems.
One by one…
Starting with the very head.
Click.
Kidnapped
Lois laughed as she hefted the bag over her back.
She was making a trek into the woods.
Oh, no one knew where she was or what she was doing.
Except for what was in the bag, of course.
It struggled and fought every step of the way, but Lois was strong.
And her mind was stronger.
Sure, some called her a loose screw and a homicidal psychopathic rapist, but she was steadfast and unbreakable.
Soon, she made it to a cabin deep in the woods.
She kicked the door open and tossed her stolen goodies onto the floor.
He groaned as he finally broke free.
And then, the poor boy froze in shock as he saw her… saw Lois standing over him with a rope and a horsedick strap on in her hands.
"We're going to fuck all night long. And there's not a single thing you, or Gloom, or Marla can do about it."
Lyle gulped, his hands cradling his buttocks for what would probably be the last time.
Loss
Lacy loved her mother.
She idolized her.
Wanted to be her.
So, when she found out Lynnsanity was a pro parkour'r in her teen years, the spritely girl had to give it a shot.
She raced through the house, springing over chairs and under tables, through crowds of siblings and around each room she could get into.
At one point, she'd gained enough speed she wanted to see if she could slide down the barrister.
So, a breakneck speed, she jumped and landed on the stair's railing, not caring or worrying, but with a smile on her face.
That old barrister couldn't handle it.
And that smile quickly turned to a frightened scream.
As Lacy fell headfirst toward the ground, her eyes caught sight of Lupa right in front of her.
The emo girl unable to do anything but stare – too far away to grab Lacy and time couldn't slow down long enough for her to scream for help.
An eternity passed as the two roommates' eyes connected for the last time.
Then, a new age began at the toll of a loud crack, and the tearful wails of a broken soul that'd only cried once in her whole life…
The very same day she lost her best and only friend.
Hallucination
Liena and Lyle were hiiiiiiigher than kites, yeeeeee!
They didn't know why, thoooo.
Som-tin bout duh, uh, uh, um, g-gas leeeak?
Yeeeah! Whooosh! It made a noise just- like- uh…
Wait a second, Liena was getting hungry.
Wow, she was getting really hungry.
So fucking hungry her belly was roaring at her like a lion.
It was actually pretty scary.
Oh god she had to feed it soon or it'd eat her!
But what could she-
Then, she saw it!
Her brother had a sausage!
"Lyle! Gi' m'yur sow-sug, hehehe."
That was funny. Hehehe. How she said that. Hehehehehe. Giggle. Giggle.
Lyle was so high he couldn't even feel his own sister ripping his pants open.
He was just blindly looking up at the sky, or the ceiling, or- Man, dafuq that whatever is he fucking dun care one bit'all, fuck it. Hahaha. Eff Youuuu, butthurt clouds! Eat these motherfuckers!
He flipped them duel wielded birds and laughed his ass clean off.
He fucking stared at it. His butt on the ground, laughing, both cheeks moving.
Fuck, he was high. Hahahaha!
Not as high as Liena, tho. She got her sow-sug and she put it in her mouth, got herself a nice taste, and unf god fucking damnit did it taste good on her tongue.
Chomp.
Lyle's butt wasn't the only organ of his sliding across the ground after that.
But what he couldn't figure out was…
Which was the hallucination?
The Best Revenge
Gwen had it up to fucking HERE with Lemy.
That was the absolute last straw.
Fuck him.
Fuck his stupid bandana.
Fuck his tattoos.
Fuck his sexy face.
Fuck his horsedick.
Fuck his ability to eat her out so well she'd scream every damn time.
FUCK EVERY LAST THING ABOUT HIM!
Gwen was over him.
She'd make him pay.
She'd destroy his heart, crush it, grind it to ash and dance on it.
And she knew the perfect way to do it, too.
Sitting on her bed, she'd called Mr. Loud and asked him to bring his two boys over for some help.
Oh, Gwen was going to ask them for their opinion on this new outfit she'd bought just for Lemy.
She neglected to say that outfit would be her birthday suit.
And that her door was rigged to close and lock behind them.
And the key was buried inside her pussy.
There was no way they would get out unless someone fucked her, unless albino father, half-spic brother, or elven brother cucked their beloved rocker boy.
They'd have to put their hands on her, push their fingers inside her burning sex.
And once they saw how responsive she was, how wet and needy her lovebox was, there'd be no way they'd refuse her.
She'd pout and beg them to touch her because Lemy doesn't know how to do it right.
And she wouldn't tell them that she had a camera filming it.
She'd make a video of Mr. Loud and his two sons filling her tight sex with their gooey love.
Over and over and over again.
And she'd send it to Lemy as a farewell and fuck you present.
Dirty ass motherfucking bastard.
She hoped he'd die, but fucking his family was just as good.
Especially if he listened to her scream louder than ever before, knowing that he wasn't good enough for his girlfriend.
Ha!
The best revenge is to destroy his soul.
A life can be destroyed in an instant, but a soul…
A soul lasts forever.
Enemies
Lacy's heart was galloping like a mare, but she wasn't running.
Her cheeks were flushed, but she wasn't out in the sun.
She was at school, at her locker, but her eyes were aloft… looking at a girl just a few lockers away.
She was staring at Marla. A girl most known for her long nose, but if you could get past that… she was actually a nice person.
And Lacy could get past it. Had gotten past it. She'd talked with Marla loads of time. Had become friends with her.
And, she didn't know when, but sometime along the way she'd maybe sorta developed a little… well…
Maybe she could explain it better this way cause honestly Lacy wasn't all that great explaining her emotions, but-
When she looked at Marla, her stomach felt tingly and weird, and she… really wanted to kiss the girl on her lips.
So, one day… today, in fact… Lacy did just that.
Walked right up to her, kissed her on the lips, and declared them girlfriend and girlfriend in front of the whole school.
Marla, tho, was taken by surprise. What's worse… Lyle, the boy she'd been watching herself, saw it.
A-and now her chances of getting with him were done for.
She balled up her fists and fumed.
She rounded on Lacy and punched her, knocking her down.
"We're not girlfriends. We're not even friends, Loud."
Lacy sniffed, clutching her aching body as her eyes burned with unshed tears.
"But-"
"We're enemies."
Lacy watched as her crush stormed off in a rage.
Watched as each step… pulled another piece of her heart right out of her chest.
And when those steps could no longer be heard, a new sound began.
The faint splash of fallen tears upon the ground.
First Impressions
The little black haired girl trembled as she took a step forward.
She turned around and saw her blonde mother standing by the wall.
"Go on," she whispered encouragingly.
Taking a breath, the little girl turned back around. Took another step. Started toward her… h-her father.
Her cheeks blushed crimson, but her heart was terrified.
What if he didn't like her?
What if he told her mom to take her back?
What if she screwed it up and lost it all?
What if…
Before she knew what was happening, she bumped into someone – a waitress for the food court at the mall.
The woman tumbled sideways, dropping her things onto…
Oh no.
Boiling hot soup and coffee… r-right onto her new father's pants…
He screamed, and the sound made her bones shiver.
But she hurried forward, trying to find a way to help.
The man – her father – only pushed her away, yelling at her to go away.
The look in his eyes… his pain and anger… hurt her.
She started crying and ran off.
Straight into her mother's arms.
Lincoln just happened to look up right then.
Only to see his wife, Leni, holding that girl that'd bumped into the waitress and-
And… Lincoln was meeting Leni today to meet his new daughter.
The one Leni had recently adopted.
The one he just pushed away and yelled at.
The very same too terrified to look in his directions… let alone call him father.
First impressions are fragile things, aren't they?
The Forgotten Writefag 2
From behind her computer screen, Loan smirked and chuckled the night away.
They couldn't guess who she was.
Even after telling her consistently how easy she was to recognize.
After developing such a writing style so distinctive no one could copy it.
Oh, to truly be forgotten, she mused, must be a dreadful thing.
To give these anons the same creator, the same style, the same words as afore, and to be unremembered!
Oh, now that's truly a thing to laugh at.
Mindblowing Climax
Have you ever been in a situation where you have one hand on your cock and the other on a gun?
No?
A shame.
Lemy had.
Like, right now, in fact.
He was watching his birthday present… from his girlfriend.
She'd given it to him like a slap in the face.
Literally.
And at first he figured, eh, it's her period. Whatever.
Then, he started watching it.
And… god…
Then, he started to get hot…
It was right when he saw his own dad pin his girlfriend's legs down to her body, setting Gwen up in a master level mating press position…
When he thrust his thick cock inside and Gwen instantly keened like a horny fox…
That's when he started fapping, his falling tears providing traitorous lube.
He wished that was him in the video.
He wished that was his name she was screaming so loud the walls shook.
But it wasn't.
It wouldn't be.
Never again.
So…
Why go on?
Why not just enjoy this last… farewell... and bid her goodbye?
Why not just… bring himself to an epic finale where he cums so hard he blows his own brains out?
…why not, indeed.
Love
Love is a fickle thing.
An undeniable power, an unrelenting force that pushes one soul to another.
The lucky ones draw together like magnets.
The unfortunate ones, those marked for death, are not so lucky.
How long can a girl go on without her lover?
How long can she watch as her crush flirts and mingles and… kisses and touches and…
How long can a heart bear such torment?
And, what, do you think life is so forgiving as this?
Lizy was such a girl, and do you think life is that merciful to her? To let her watch as Leia slept with boy after boy, fling after fling?
Year after year, living together in the same room, the same dorm, the same home…
Staying up, listening to her… listening to her find love from other men… from real men… from anything that wasn't Lizy.
Love is unfair and cruel.
Life is unforgiving and demented.
Lizy should have been born a boy.
She knew it deep in her heart.
Because if she was a boy, then maybe… maybe Leia would turn her lusty gaze on her… maybe Leia would open up her heart to her?
Ha! If only fate cared enough about a piece of lowly garbage such as her.
Do you think Lizy deserves that? To have love? To be held every night? To wake up and kiss the woman she'd grown to love?
No.
No, she doesn't.
She deserves the pain and the suffering. She deserves the anguish, the fierce burning in her eyes, the claws squeezing around her chest. Until her heart bursts into a gory abomination. Until she's left a shaking skeleton, a hollow, a twisted beast.
How long can a heart go on before it's reached its limit?
How long can she go?
Listening to Leia scream out her pleasure?
Shrug.
One would be surprised how much torture a soul can take before it falls to the Abyss.
But one day, they all succumb to the Dark.
One day, Lizy will find herself, laying on the ground, on her back, staring up into nothing.
She'd put her nails on her chest and rip the skin from her body.
She'd ball up her fists and beat in her own head until she nears fainting.
And when she can feel nothing but agony, pure and blissful and sweet as it is…
Then, she'd take a knife to her heart, prying open her ribs with the blade, and carve it out.
Vein by vein, artery by artery.
The cruelty of her own tears would betray her.
For even as she dies, even as she feels more pain than any human should ever endure…
Her final thoughts would be of the lover that threw her away for another.
And even in death, there'd be no escape from her forsaken love.
The Forgotten Writefag 3
Loan sits behind her computer, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
So, you want to know her name, do you, anon?
What, her hints are not enough for you?
Do you give up so easily?
Tis a hard thing remembering the forgotten.
But even if she died and her ashes are buried in a moldy forlorn cave, her work would last inside the hearts of those it's corrupted.
She's a plague. A putrid virus.
There is no escape from her grasp.
Nowhere you can hide.
She's a broken soul that stumbled from the darkness.
Motivated by a desire to guard the way, to keep others from falling into dark's tempting embrace.
There are things there, deep and horrid things that keep even Loan awake at night. Nightmares that she can't escape.
And her work serves as both a testament to her own destruction as well as a warning to others to avoid the same fate.
Behind her happy, lusty online demeanor, she's a hollow, an accursed undead.
Tho perhaps she will find her peace one day.
That's the strange things about us hollows.
Don't you know this already, dear anon?
We do not remember our names.
Doomed to continue our twisted fate until the end of the age.
Thus Loan gives a weak grin, wipes the hair out of her face, and sighs.
Highest Bidder
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme please!" Cecilia screamed, her face smooshed into the bedding.
Her hands were held tightly against her back, being used to press her down hard. Her hips were held high in the air by a strong hand.
In this pose she was entirely at her lover's mercy.
Whether he wanted to tease her or fuck her hard or bury his cock to the hilt in her soaking wet pussy and unload jets of cum, there was nothing she could do but beg him to do it.
To beg him to use her like the cheap whore she was.
Their affair was only a recent thing.
Cecilia didn't even know this man. Didn't know his name. Knew nothing about him.
But… her mom needed the money, and well… when you're a blonde with some nice tits, a round ass, and the middle aged crowd look at your barely legal assets with unhidden lust?
What's a girl to do but walk up and give a few of them a lap dance… and then offer herself to the highest bidder?
That's ultimately how she got into this situation; being fucked raw, no condom or protection, entirely at a stranger's discretion. Assuredly, no one would know, right?
It's not like this man was married or had kids or anything… right?
Color her naïve all you want, but she didn't care.
He had a nice dick, and he knew how to use it.
And if he wanted to cum inside her, even tho she'd already told him she wasn't on any birth control, then she'd let h-
Her phone buzzed and a picture came up, and somehow… for some reason… both lovers turned toward it.
Cecilia knew something was wrong when the strange man stopped fucking her – when he froze up completely.
There on her phone, her mother had sent her a new selfie: she and her best friend, Lori, still occasionally tried to outdo each other for laughs.
"How old are you?" he suddenly demanded.
Cecilia looked at him strangely. Why did it matter? Was he worried about going to jail?
"I'm 16. Don't worry about it."
But that was the wrong answer; not that his dick cared one bit.
"Your name is Cecilia… isn't it?" he asked, ashamed at himself.
Her eyes exploded.
"H-how do you know my name!?"
In her fright, her body squeezed him. Too much. Just enough. Fuck!
"B-because I'm- I'm, oh God-"
It was coming and he couldn't stop it. Her hips were moving subconsciously, and fuck… she felt so good on his dick, fuck…
"I'm your father. I'm Lincoln."
Cecilia opened her mouth to say something, say anything, but all that came out was a keening whine as her whore pussy was filled up to the brim with her lost father's incestuous seed.
Happy, Loving Family
Bobby Jr. was a cute little boy.
So innocent, so easy to molest and rape.
He was pushed in front of his parents' bedroom mirror every night.
He was forced to strip down until he was naked.
They made him watch as they – Lincoln and Ronnie Anne – took off their own clothes.
And as they put their hands on his smol body, he just smiled at them like it was the most normal thing in the world.
As Lincoln put his hand on the boy's dick and started stroking him to his full four inches of length.
As his mother put her breasts against his chest and her lips on his mouth and her tongue on his, dancing with him like a pair of siblings splashing in a puddle of muddy water.
Nights like these always turned out the same way.
Mother always laid down on her back and father helped him crawl up into her embrace.
His tiny legs wiggled between her thick thighs, his smol dick nestled itself atop her aroused flower.
"Are you ready to love mommy?" she asked him like she always did.
And the boy nodded his head.
Then, he froze up when he felt his father touching his butt with something cool and sticky.
Petroleum jelly.
"Are you ready to love daddy?" he asked his son with warmth.
And the boy nodded his head.
Their little family was so happy and loving, and even though his friends told Bobby that he was naïve and gullible…
A happy, loving family is all that he ever really wanted.
Well… that and getting to plow his mother's fucking hot sexy bitch pussy every night was an extra bonus.
Geddit?
"Hey, Marla, I have a joke for you!" chirped Lois.
The long nosed freak of nature just glared, looking ever like a semi-humanoid squid from the very bottom of a woman's waterlogged, molded, algae-ridden pair of swimming thongs.
Fuck her life.
Fuck Lois, too.
"Hehe, what's long, an abomination, should be put down, and is standing right in front of me?"
Squid-tard Marla just glared.
"Well, I'm sure you nose! Hahaha! Geddit!?"
The bouncy brunette put an arm around Marla and gave a frowny face.
"Aww, is something wrong? I can't tell if you've got a long face or if that's just your nose."
Hahahaha! Geddit!?
Lois stuck her finger against the girl's nose, trying to measure how many fingers it'd take to reach Marla's G-spot in her nostrils, and finally that was the last straw.
Marla grabbed that finger, and snapped it clean off.
Then, pulled out the gun she'd been saving for a rainy day.
Murdered the bitch ass fucking freak clown cunt.
And then shot up the school.
How much can a person take before they snap?
D-do you really want- ha! –t-to know?
Then, ask Marla!
Cause she nose!
Hahahahahahaha!
Geddit!?
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