Post by Guest 123 :) on Apr 4, 2015 8:10:30 GMT
The following is an erotic fictional story involving Kewli and kingkakashi.
Why, you may ask? Becauseit's hot they told me to.
Avert your eyes while you still can.
This is about to get VERY VERY BAD.
On one nice warm summer of some recent year that I will not mention, King and Kewli had decided to take their honeymoon trip. To Alaska. For some God awful reason, they had decided to take their trip to one of the town of Vales. The two spent a full week indulging in the practice of the ice people, such as making dogs drag them across snow, stabbing fish out of the water, and most exciting, running away from large winter-conditioned bears. On the second to last day of their honeymoon, Kewli had decided that he had waited long enough. Just before they had made their preparations to go to sleep in their comfortable little igloo, king stepped out to urinate on the local fauna as is tradition. Kewli took this as an opportunity to get ready. As king rained gold on Alaskan animals, Kewli quickly searched through his suitcases and beaver-skin packs made on their trip for the clothing he had been preparing for this day. As king finished a quick Bear Grylls session, Kewli had found and pulled out what he was looking for: extremely tight fitting white lingerie. Kewli slipped his legs into the skin hugging pantyhose, followed by the arm sleeves, and whatever else there may have been for him to put on. By the end of his quick suit-up montage, he was fully decked out in clothing skimpier than any NYC hooker could wear. He made his way over to the inexplicably hung mirror on the igloo wall and examined himself. His light skin complimented the lingerie well, the only things off-putting, as far as he could tell, was his light blue hair. And his facial expression of infinite cluelessness that seemed to always be on. King finally returned from his golden voyage, ducking into the entrance of the igloo and peered inside.
He was treated with the sight of Kewli lying strewn across the single bed, on his side, staring at the doorway with the most seductive pose he could hold. King immediately understood what was going on and stepped towards the bed, shedding all of his clothes minus his underwear in less than a second. His undergarments tented out as far as they could, nearly to the point of bursting, as King reached the edge of the bed with a look of obvious lust in his eyes. He could not hold out for very long, as he jumped onto the bed and pounced on top of Kewli, mashing his muscular body against Kewli's in one quick movement. The two embraced passionately and began to lock lips and twirl tongues in the gayest of ways. Kewli pulled himself away from the tender embrace in order to be able to speak,
"Let's get to it." To which King responded, "So quickly? Very well, let me get the lubricant." He began to pull himself up before Kewli stopped him by tugging on his arms, "No, like this. It's all ready." King furrowed his brow, considering the implications of bareback, before promptly agreeing to go ahead. He picked himself up, kneeling over Kewli as he spread his partner's legs open and tugged his own underwear down. His once tenting bulge turned into a monstrous erection in one movement, and he spared no time in positioning himself at Kewli's single opening. As described, Kewli's anus would be a gaping, inexplicably quivering mess of what is probably the origin of cancer, and King would not hesitate upon seeing Kewli's entrance, immediately spearing his lover on his gargantuan rod. King and Kewli proceeded in lovemaking roughly for at least seven hours, making enough noise to awaken the whole town ten times over. There is absolutely no doubt that everyone in Vales has a form of PTSD from just the sounds echoing from this one igloo. Regardless, Kewli awoke the next morning with his mound of love pudding still slobbering. He had thought it was over but King's cream reaper had other ideas. Leaving his panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of his worries as his kebab skewer slid deeper into his fudge factory. The mixture of butt nugget and steaming' semen in his turd-herder created the delicious rectal stew that King was so fond of. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like Terry Waite's allotment, and he was no different!
After four more lovemaking sessions, the two finally ended their sex spree, managing to turn an already white igloo even whiter, and leaving Kewli just a little bit more gaping than before. Regardless, the two took the next day's journey home where they proceeded to continue their affairs from Vales.
Why, you may ask? Because
Avert your eyes while you still can.
This is about to get VERY VERY BAD.
On one nice warm summer of some recent year that I will not mention, King and Kewli had decided to take their honeymoon trip. To Alaska. For some God awful reason, they had decided to take their trip to one of the town of Vales. The two spent a full week indulging in the practice of the ice people, such as making dogs drag them across snow, stabbing fish out of the water, and most exciting, running away from large winter-conditioned bears. On the second to last day of their honeymoon, Kewli had decided that he had waited long enough. Just before they had made their preparations to go to sleep in their comfortable little igloo, king stepped out to urinate on the local fauna as is tradition. Kewli took this as an opportunity to get ready. As king rained gold on Alaskan animals, Kewli quickly searched through his suitcases and beaver-skin packs made on their trip for the clothing he had been preparing for this day. As king finished a quick Bear Grylls session, Kewli had found and pulled out what he was looking for: extremely tight fitting white lingerie. Kewli slipped his legs into the skin hugging pantyhose, followed by the arm sleeves, and whatever else there may have been for him to put on. By the end of his quick suit-up montage, he was fully decked out in clothing skimpier than any NYC hooker could wear. He made his way over to the inexplicably hung mirror on the igloo wall and examined himself. His light skin complimented the lingerie well, the only things off-putting, as far as he could tell, was his light blue hair. And his facial expression of infinite cluelessness that seemed to always be on. King finally returned from his golden voyage, ducking into the entrance of the igloo and peered inside.
He was treated with the sight of Kewli lying strewn across the single bed, on his side, staring at the doorway with the most seductive pose he could hold. King immediately understood what was going on and stepped towards the bed, shedding all of his clothes minus his underwear in less than a second. His undergarments tented out as far as they could, nearly to the point of bursting, as King reached the edge of the bed with a look of obvious lust in his eyes. He could not hold out for very long, as he jumped onto the bed and pounced on top of Kewli, mashing his muscular body against Kewli's in one quick movement. The two embraced passionately and began to lock lips and twirl tongues in the gayest of ways. Kewli pulled himself away from the tender embrace in order to be able to speak,
"Let's get to it." To which King responded, "So quickly? Very well, let me get the lubricant." He began to pull himself up before Kewli stopped him by tugging on his arms, "No, like this. It's all ready." King furrowed his brow, considering the implications of bareback, before promptly agreeing to go ahead. He picked himself up, kneeling over Kewli as he spread his partner's legs open and tugged his own underwear down. His once tenting bulge turned into a monstrous erection in one movement, and he spared no time in positioning himself at Kewli's single opening. As described, Kewli's anus would be a gaping, inexplicably quivering mess of what is probably the origin of cancer, and King would not hesitate upon seeing Kewli's entrance, immediately spearing his lover on his gargantuan rod. King and Kewli proceeded in lovemaking roughly for at least seven hours, making enough noise to awaken the whole town ten times over. There is absolutely no doubt that everyone in Vales has a form of PTSD from just the sounds echoing from this one igloo. Regardless, Kewli awoke the next morning with his mound of love pudding still slobbering. He had thought it was over but King's cream reaper had other ideas. Leaving his panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of his worries as his kebab skewer slid deeper into his fudge factory. The mixture of butt nugget and steaming' semen in his turd-herder created the delicious rectal stew that King was so fond of. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like Terry Waite's allotment, and he was no different!
After four more lovemaking sessions, the two finally ended their sex spree, managing to turn an already white igloo even whiter, and leaving Kewli just a little bit more gaping than before. Regardless, the two took the next day's journey home where they proceeded to continue their affairs from Vales.