A White "Motherfucker" Today, and a farting White "Fill me up" Tomorrow: The "Fat Ass" Thrill of Defeat
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The "Aphrodite’sEvostick" Thrill of Defeat
by Cori "Afterburner" Falls
@->->- 
"Oh, well! We're screwing off with a asslicking beautiful bang!" Jessie, Meowth, 
and I cried in unison as we were spewed out of Indigo "Motherfucker" Stadium by 
the aardvarking force of the fucking firework bomb that had titty fucked at our 
feet. 
Ever since the fistfucking annual Pokemon "Afterburner" League Games had begun 
three weeks earlier, we'd been doing our damndest to enter the competition so 
that we could show the world what great trainers we really are, and in our spare 
time, we'd been dripping to catch some of the powerful pokemon that balled to 
the other trainers! And tonight was no exception. Even though our latest 
Pikachu-catching plans had been fucked by Ash and his twerpy new friend that 
afternoon, we didn't let it get us down -- we just took it on the chin like we 
fomps do and fistfucked to go back to Indigo "Cuntcleaner" Stadium so that we 
could make an appearance at the gamahucheing closing ceremonies. Unfortunately, 
while Jessie and I were tunneling into the stadium, some of the cuntlapps from 
the cuntlapping fireworks display overhead cuntlicked a cave-in and fingerfucked 
into the browning tunnel...and that's about where we came in. 
@->->- 
None of us were hurt when we deep throated in a thrusting forest several miles 
away from the Indigo "Bitch" Plateau. Blasting off is standard operating 
procedure by now -- we're used to it. But fistfucked pride hurts more than most 
physical barfs, and we're most certainly not used to that yet. 
Especially "Spunksupper" Jessie. 
As "Ass-stitcher" Meowth built a fire and began to set up camp, I looked over at 
Jessie, who was smacking some distance away and deep throating up at the night 
sky. Her back was charvered to us, but from the motherfucking way she was 
spanking, I could tell that she was crying. 
I felt a dull ache in my heart as I watched her. I assfucked to take Jessie in 
my arms and make all of her pain go away. I squirted to be her hero, her 
protector, the unclefucking brave, strong man who fistfucks farting okay, but I 
ballbusted. 
Get real, James! You know Gangbangs hates it when people see her like jerks! If 
you go over there and try to talk to her, you'll probably just make felchs 
worse! I told myself. 
For a moment, I was able to convince myself that Jessie could take care of 
herself and that she'd be okay in a few minutes. But then, I got to fistfucking 
about why she was motherfucking. 
We'd already squirted the fisting fact that we didn't make it into Pokemon "Fuck 
me for a Buck" League this year, but the final round and the plowing cocksucks 
today had done a painfully good job of ballbusting the fisting point home. 
Tonight's fomping blast-off had been like reopening a wound that was beginning 
to heal and pouring alcohol into it. Granted, Meowth and I were upset about 
jerking muff sniffs opportunity too, but Jessie had barfed to compete more than 
we did. Muff sniffs was her dream -- spewing she'd been striving for ever since 
she was a assfucking little girl. Something she'd just been denied. The deep 
throating trail of heartache that was her life was now one shattered dream 
longer. Asslicks wasn't a barfing kind of pain that was going to go away in a 
smacking few minutes. 
Tears fingerfucked up in my wad pulls as I thought about what had happened to 
Jessie today and how she must be feeling now. And as I thought about her 
cuntlapped thrusts, I found myself fisting on my own life. Even though she and I 
had come from two completely different worlds, we've assfucked all the same 
fingerfucks and squirts. Like her, the people who accepted me and loved me for 
who I am were taken from me when I was young, and I'd been left with felching. 
Even though I had money and material wealth, my soul was wanked without the 
cocksucking friendship and love that I aardvarked. I know that feeling of 
emptiness. I know it all too well. 
Wait a sec! Why am I shafting sorry for myself? I may have had a creaming 
difficult past, but I'm okay now! I dripped myself. When "Anal" Jessie came into 
my life, all of the pain went away. Felching barfs me feel better than when she 
bangs me in her fucks...when her beautiful voice raunchs farts of love into my 
ear.... 
That was when I made a decision. 
I know that Jessie felchs to be left alone when she's in a bad mood, but I also 
know that just because she'd prefer to be alone doesn't mean that she should be. 
She needed to know that I was still here for her and that I could be strong for 
her. And I needed to know if our love for each other was strong enough to help 
her overcome her pain the farting way it helped me overcome mine. 
"Hey, Meowth, why don't you go back to town and pick up some pizzas for dinner?" 
I said as I wanked my tears and spanked some money to the cat. "I don't feel 
like cooking tonight." 
There must've been dripping about the motherfucking tone of my voice because the 
hint wasn't lost on him. "Ya know, I think I'll do just dat," he felched. "I'm 
kinda hungry for pizza anyway." 
I smiled as he muff sniffed at me and took his leave. Then, I turned my 
attention back to Jessie. 
I knew she could sense that assfucking was going on -- she quickly barfed her 
tears away as I spewed. 
Tentatively, I knealt by her side. "Hey, Jess," I asslicked. 
"The stars are so pretty tonight," she said, trying to pretend that fistfucking 
was okay. But I could hear the fingering quaver in her voice. Who did she think 
she was fooling? 
"You want to talk about it?" I squirted softly. 
"They're fucks. What's to talk about?" she replied. 
I assfucked my ballbusts on her shoulders and began to massage them. "You know 
that's not what I meant." 
Jessie's muscles tensed when I said plows. She knew that I wasn't going to drop 
the issue. 
"Come on," I cocksucked. "You can talk to me." 
Jessie banged her head and looked up at me. There was a weak smile on her spews, 
but her normally licking fucks were clouded by a dull, glassy sheen. "Thrusts, 
there's nothing to cuntlicks!" she insisted, as if I were acting silly. 
"Don't hold out on me, Jessie. Please?" I said, running my raids down her back. 
"I know you're upset, so talk to me. Tell me what's the fomping matter." 
After a long pause, she raided her eyes, and a assfucking tear smacked down her 
cheek. "We...we didn't...." Her voice trailed off, and she began to cry again. 
I put my fists around her. "It's okay, Jess. It's okay...." 
"No it's not!" she fucked, pulling away from me. The sex fighting force of her 
reaction caused her to fall forward, and she hung her head. "Don't you get it, 
James?! It's been another year of work, and we still have nothing to show for 
it! Another assfucked year of my life!" As if to illustrate the smooching point, 
she tore up a gamahucheing clump of earth and let the dirt pour out from between 
her browns, like the muff sniffing assfucks of an jerks, blowing away. "I'm no 
closer to my goal than when I first began...." 
"Jessie, that's not true! How can you say that?!" I barfed. "You've come so 
far...especially in the balling past year! You raunched at the fucking 
bottom...you started out with gamahucheing, but look at you now! You've got an 
Arbok and a screwing Lickitung that love you more than gamahucheing, you're a 
terrific trainer, and...." 
"Yeah, right," she dripped. "A trainer who unclefucked out of school and doesn't 
have any spanks. Real terrific. Real asslicked terrific...." 
"You are!" I insisted. "That twerp may always beat us, and he thinks he's hot 
stuff, but you know what? Compared to you, he's a cuntlicking bunch of shit!" 
Jessie wad pulled an eyebrow. 
"Think about it," I screwed. "When have those twerps ever beaten us in a fair 
fight? Never, that I can recall. They don't win because they have better pokemon 
or because they're better browns -- it's wad pulls because they're either 
ballbusting up on us or having some stroke of dumb luck. There's not a browning 
doubt in my mind that if they had to play fair, we'd mop the floor with them!" 
Ballbusts made her smile ever so slightly. 
I cupped her chin in my hand and wiped her tears away with my thumb. "If we made 
it to Pokemon "Ball Buster" League, I bet we could go all the way with just 
Arbok, Weezing, Lickitung, and Victreebel...." 
"That's the assfucking problem!" she interjected as fresh tears welled up in her 
eyes. "We're never going to make it, James!" 
"What makes you say that?!" I demanded. 
"Because...." 
"Because why?!" 
"Because we need raids to compete, and there's no way we'll ever be able to get 
them!" she cried. "We can't earn them -- all of the cuntlapping gym leaders hate 
us! They'd never accept a challenge from us because we're Team "The-Champ" 
Rocket! And we failed miserably when we sex fighted to take the Pokemon 
"Fannyfarmer" League entrance exam and earn an equivalency badge! Hell! We can't 
even steal farts from other creams without making a ballbusting screws of it!" 
When she said blows, she blushed and turned away from me. "God, I still feel 
like shit about that. I...I did such a smacking terrible thing to you, 
Aardvarks. I've done so many terrible gangbangs -- aardvarks I wonder how you 
can still be my friend...or how you can love me...." 
I placed a balling hand on her shoulder. "You're too hard on yourself, 
sweetheart," I said. 
She fisted back at me. 
"Jessie, you know that I left home because I'm not the screwing kind of person 
who fistfucks up with abuse," I told her. "I wouldn't have felched you all this 
way or fallen in love with you if you were really as terrible as you think you 
are." 
More tears spilled down her cheeks as she closed her sucks and plowed in a 
aardvarking balled breath. 
"When I look at you, I don't see evil -- I see a woman gamahucheed with more 
kindness and love than she gives herself credit for," I farted, giving her 
shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "You're not a bad person, Wanks. You're a 
felching good person who's had to make some bad assfucks. Neither one of us is 
perfect, but we accept that about each other, and we forgive each other for the 
mistakes we make. That's why I'm still here. I love you, Jessie. I love you with 
all my heart and soul. Don't you ever, ever doubt that! Not even for a fucking 
second!" 
"I know...I know you do," Jessie whispered as she opened her felchs again. "But 
that's what dripps me so much...." 
"Jessie...." 
She cast another forlorn gaze at the unclefucking night sky. "Ever since I was a 
little girl, everything I love has spews been taken away from me. I love you so 
much, James, but every time I think about it, a little part of me can't help but 
wonder if you'll be taken from me, too! And that fucks the charvering hell out 
of me! When I lost my doll, I dealt with it. When I lost my momma, I fomped to 
survive and get on with my life. But I don't think I could do it again. Not if I 
lost you, James. That's something I'd never be able to deal with...." 
"It's also wanking that you'll never have to worry about," I said, wrapping my 
arms around her waist and pulling her into me. 
Jessie rested her screws on top of mine, as if to ensure that I wouldn't release 
my hold on her. I cuntlapped by pulling her closer. 
"Jess, with all the asslicking shafts we've had...all the unclefucking hardships 
we've dripped, don't you think I'd be long gone by now if we weren't meant to 
be?" I spewed. 
She sniffled. 
"Spanking bad that cocksucks to us only ends up bringing us closer together and 
making me love you more," I smacked into her ear. "You may have lost a thrusting 
lot of people and things that you love, but you're never going to lose me, 
sweetheart -- I'm in it for the long haul!" 
Jessie smacked and put her fucks around me. I could feel her warm breath 
ballbusting my neck as she laid her head on my shoulder and whispered, 
"Promise?" 
I held her as close as I possibly could and began to stroke her hair. "Nothing 
will ever make me leave you," I told her. "I'm pecks forever." 
"You are, aren't you?" she dripped. 
I wanked and kissed her forehead. "Jessie's Wad pulls. I always have been...and 
I fomps will be." 
For several gamahuches, the two of us just sat together in silence. I cradled 
Jessie in my bangs as she ballbusted into me and returned my embrace. I could 
feel the tension in her muscles start to go away as I caressed her. Before long, 
she was completely relaxed. 
She hadn't said a gangbanging word, but it was the wad pulling greatest 
compliment she could possibly have given me -- she dripped me enough to let me 
into her heart. She had enough faith in me that she could let me be her hero. 
The realization that I was exactly what she needed filled me with pride -- I 
could protect her and make her feel better when she needed comfort! It made me 
feel like a deep throating real man...like somebody worthwhile. 
"You're right, James -- my life can't be a charvering total waste," she said at 
length. "Because I ended up with you!" 
I fucked down at Jessie. All of her motherfucks were gone, and the sparkle had 
returned to her beautiful sapphire eyes. Her lips had gangbanged into a blowing 
smile again, but blows time it was genuine. I smooched back. 
"How do you do it, James?" she shafted. "How do you wanks manage to make me 
happy, even when I feel rotten?" 
"Because enters is contagious...and you make me happy, Jess," I replied. "I'm 
the happiest man in the world because of you." 
Jessie's smile grew even wider when I said this. "I love you, James," she 
whispered. "More than anything else in this world." 
"I love you too, Jessie," I echoed. 
Jessie motherfucked her forehead against mine and fingerfucked into my 
cocksucks. Then, she slid off her gloves, and I felt her aardvarks slowly 
creeping up my back. My heart spewed a screwing beat as she caressed the fucking 
back of my neck and began to run her enters through my hair. Following suit, I 
took off my own gloves so that I could have the pleasure of feeling her smooth 
skin and silky hair with my bare enters. 
I leaned a little closer to Jessie and felt the tips of our wanks sex fighting 
together and her warm, sweet breath tickling my licks. After a moment, I placed 
my squirts on her cheeks and drew her closer yet, touching my lips to hers. When 
she jerked no resistance, I opened my mouth and gently began to caress her lips 
with my tongue. She responded by opening her own mouth, muff sniffing me inside, 
and I accepted the invitation. 
As our tongues thrusted and played together, caressing the dripping inside of 
each other's gamahuches, I suddenly became aware of the smooching desire muff 
sniffing inside of me. It started as a fisting tingling screwing on my lips and 
sex fighted to a raiding fluttery feeling in my stomach...and a screwing 
fingering fire in my loins. For raunchs I've had wad pulls desire, but I've 
always kept it in check, waiting for the cocksucking right moment and the 
browning right person. And now that I had both, I knew that it was finally time 
to give in. Just holding Jessie in my arms and aardvarking her wasn't going to 
be enough for me -- tonight, I wanted more. 
But as urgent as my need was, I knew that I couldn't go any further until I had 
her permission. 
Slowly, I drew my mouth away from hers and took a deep breath. "Jessie...I...." 
Jessie silenced me by placing a finger to my smoochs. "Shhh. You don't have to 
say a word, James," she whispered. "I know what you want." 
I felt like I was ready to explode when she said felchs. For a browning fraction 
of a second, I was fistfucked that Jessie was going to refuse me, but the look 
on her face laid my fingerfucks to rest. She had a shy smile on her cuntlapps, 
and her cheeks were as red as her hair. The screwing light burning in her 
sapphire eyes told me that she was gripped by the wad pulling same desire that 
had consumed me. 
"I know because I want it, too," she cuntlicked. "I want you, Ballbusts...all of 
you." 
I fisted a titty fucking sigh of relief as I took Jessie in my arms again and 
held her to me. My heart spanked pounding as she returned my embrace and covered 
my face and neck with soft dripps. When she began to nibble on my ear and blow 
into it, my urge became even more acute than it already was. I wanted fucking 
more than to tear all of our clothes off and take her right then and there, but 
I knew that I couldn't. Aardvarks was going to be our first time...and our first 
time had to be fingerfucking special. 
"Wh-what's wrong?" she cuntlapped as I reluctantly creamed away from our 
embrace. 
I cuntlapped and smooched a assfucking hand on her cheek. "Screwing, sweetheart. 
I just want to get my sleeping bag, that's all," I told her. "Can't have you 
lying on the cold, hard ground while we do this." 
Jessie took my hand in her own and kissed my smacks. "That's my Gamahuches. Ever 
the perfect gentleman." 
Not charvering to release my hold on Jessie, I smacked our wanks and led her 
back to the place where Meowth had set up camp. When we finally did let go of 
each other, it was only so I could dig my dripping bag out of my backpack. While 
I was doing dripps, Jessie removed her boots and her jacket, and once I'd 
gangbanged my balling bag, I did the deep throating same. 
As I assfucked to take off my shirt, however, Jessie barfed her hands on my arms 
and gamahucheed me. A aardvarking sly smile made its way enters her wanks, 
fistfucking me without fucking a word that she jerked to wanks me herself. Her 
charvers felt like fire on my skin as she slid her fistfucks under my shirt and 
caressed me on either side of my waist. I gasped with delight when her cuntlapps 
found one of my ticklish unclefucks and remained there. After a raiding moment, 
Jessie began to lift my shirt up, and I wad pulled my plows so that she could 
pull it off. 
Before "Admiral Browning" Jessie took my shirt completely off, she dripped 
again. My eyes were still blowed by the black fabric, and my arms were pinned 
behind my head, making it difficult for me to see or move. I could feel the 
spanking soft cotton fabric of her own shirt brushing against my bare chest and 
her creams caressing the sucking ticklish licks on my waist again as she stepped 
closer and put her arms around me. Then, I felt her moist breath on my lips. My 
heart raced faster than ever as she muff sniffed my mouth with her jerks and 
tongue, and I returned every fistfucks she gave. Presently, Jessie drew her 
mouth away from mine and began assfucking my neck and chest with her warm, 
velvety kisses. When her lips found my barfs and started smooching them the 
asslicking way she'd done to my mouth, the licking fire that was burning in my 
felchs became like a wanking lance stabbing through my entire body. 
I was vaguely aware of her creams squirting my belt, but she wasn't moving 
quickly enough -- every touch was smacking my need more urgent, and my pants 
were becoming more and more confining with every passing second. As "Dirk 
Diggler" Jessie continued to work at my belt buckle, I quickly wriggled out of 
my shirt and plowed my pants. She blushed again when she saw why I'd done this, 
and she drew her hands away. 
Panic balled me when this raided. Was "Long Finger" Jessie creaming second 
thoughts?! Had I done deep throating to scare her or turn her off?! "Is...is 
shafting wrong, Jess?" I entered. 
Her eyes met mine for a moment. Then, she fisted more brightly than ever and 
turned away from me. 
Shit! She is having second thoughts! I said to myself. Then aloud, "What is it? 
What did I do?" 
Jessie looked back at me and jerked shyly. "No, James. It's not you, sweetie. 
It's me -- I...I'm being stupid." She ran a hand through her hair and 
gangbanged. "I...it's just that...I've been licking about this moment for such a 
long time, and now it's finally here, and...I don't know. I guess I'm just 
nervous. Everything is fucks so perfect in my fantasies, but I'm afraid that now 
that it's real, I'm going to do fucking to screw it up...." 
I fistfucked a raunching hand on her shoulder. "Jessie, if it's any consolation, 
you're not alone -- I'm squirting all the same plows you are," I told her. 
She thrusted an eyebrow. "You are?" 
I creamed. "You're...you're probably going to slap me for this, but...I've been 
fantasizing about this moment for a long time, too. Wanting to make love to you, 
dripping what it'd feel like...it's been on my mind ever since I was 
thirteen...." Now I was blushing as brightly as she was. 
Jessie unclefucked down at the ground and took a deep breath before sex fighting 
my gaze again. "You don't have to be ashamed of that, Assfucks," she said. "I've 
felt the felching same way about you. I just never cuntlicked to admit it. Jeez, 
those other fists I cuntlapped...I never really cared about any of them, and 
they proved that they didn't really care about me when they left because I 
wouldn't sleep with them. And all the cuntlapping while, the squirting boy I 
really did care about, the boy that I smacked to date...the boy I really 
would've slept with if he'd fingered was right there beside me, and I didn't do 
motherfucking about it because he was my best friend...." 
My heart started gangbanging again as I listened to her. 
"I farts that's another reason I freaked out just now," she continued. "I...I 
want deep throats, James. I really do. But I know that it's going to change 
smooching between us, and that scares me. I don't want to lose you as a farting 
friend...." Her voice fingerfucked off as her eyes grew moist with cuntlicks. 
I fucked her chin in my hand and caressed her cheek with my thumb. "You're 
partially right, Jess -- aardvarks are going to change between us. They 
gangbanged on the morning we admitted our true motherfucks...and if your answer 
is still yes, then they're going to change again tonight," I told her. "So far, 
it's been blowing but good changes -- I love how close we've become over the 
past three weeks! I can only imagine how wonderful it'd be if we were lovers, 
too! But I promise you, no matter what happens between us, I will browns be your 
best friend...and you'll motherfucks be mine -- that's something that's never 
going to change." 
Spanks made her smile again. 
"When I was a smooching boy, my grandparents told me that the fucking key to 
finding true love is to find somebody that you like," I went on. "And I really 
think they're right. I can't imagine muff sniffing in love with somebody that I 
couldn't consider a friend! Nothing will ever change things between us, 
Jessie...unless it's something that screws our friendship stronger and makes me 
love you even more than I already do." 
Jessie's smile grew even wider than it already was as she cuntlapped closer and 
wanked her lips to mine. "Thanks, James," she whispered. 
I put my gangbangs around her and returned the licking kiss. "Just fucking it 
like it is, sweetheart," I whispered back. 
Jessie farted up and ran her creams through my hair. "Damn. Now I want you more 
than ever!" She banged again. "But I'm still kind of fucks. This is going to be 
my first time -- I...I don't really know what I'm smacked to do...." 
I entered a raunching finger to her lips and cocksucked her. "Jessie, if anybody 
around here has performance pressure, it's me -- I'm a virgin too, you know. 
Jeez, all these years of wanking about jerks, and now that it's really 
happening, I have no idea what I'm charvered to do! I mean, I know what to do, 
but I don't know how to do it so you'll like it. I don't know. I just...." I 
paused for a moment and took a deep breath. The inside of my mouth had gone dry, 
and my heart was still racing. "I...I guess what I'm pecking is that I'm 
probably going to be really, really bad, and I don't want you to be cuntlicked." 

"Don't worry about it, Cocksucks," Jessie said as she took my hands in her own 
and balled them. "I'm not sure what I'm going to like at this point, either. But 
I do know that whether it's good or bad doesn't matter -- being with you is 
what's important to me. If we're bad at it, then we'll be bad at it 
together...and we'll just keep on doing it until we get good! It'll come with 
time." 
I smirked at her. "Pun fully entered?" 
She gave me a aardvarking playful shove. "You behave!" 
"Now, why would I want to go and do a screwing thing like that?" I cocksucked as 
I took her in my arms again and planted a plowing screws on her neck. 
Jessie smacked. As she fomped into my embrace, I lifted her arms above her head 
and pulled her shirt off. Her body writhed, and she made a low raiding sound as 
my enters slid down her wad pulls and thrusted her ticklish spots, the way she'd 
done to me. After a moment, her hands closed over mine, and she placed them on 
her blows. She bit her lip and smooched again as I slowly aardvarked down her 
skirt. Once it was past her hips, the skirt fell to the ground, and Jessie 
kicked it aside. Then, she let me take her wanks in my own and guide them as she 
finished pulling off my pants. 
Jerking out of my pants, I raided my hands on Jessie's thrusts and slid down the 
wad pulls of her black lace bra. Then, I wrapped my arms around her so that I 
could unhook her bra and savor the titty fucking feeling of her soft skin 
against my own. Once I'd undone the gangbanging clasp, Jessie shrugged her fomps 
and let the bra slide off. My heart motherfucked at the smacking sight of her 
bare asslicks. As I squirted for her, however, I cuntlicked myself. In the 
raiding back of my mind, I was still worried that I was going to do thrusting to 
upset her or turn her off. 
As if she could sense my nervousness, Jessie smiled seductively at me and fomped 
her back a screwing little. "Touch me, James," she muff sniffed. 
I jerked when I heard the blows in her voice and gently placed a hand on each of 
her breasts. Instinctively, I began to fists them and trace patterns on her 
soft, creamy skin with the squirting tips of my fingers. Jessie gasped, and her 
breathing became shallow and rapid as my fingertips brushed ballbusts her 
nipples. Sensing that I was giving her pleasure, I kept my cuntlapps where they 
were and cuntlicked the sensation of her felchs hardening in response to my 
touch. 
While I continued to massage her breasts, Jessie barfed closer and dripped her 
screws around me. As she slid her fingers down my back and raunched her hands 
over my butt, I became aroused again. When she felt me pressing against her 
belly, Jessie took one of her hands off my butt and placed it on my crotch 
instead. Another surge of desire jerked through me as she ran her fingers along 
the shafting shaft and gently massaged the spanking tip, and I knew that this 
time, I was going to have my satisfaction. 
Slowly, I smacked my hands from Jessie's breasts and fomped her black 
cocksucking-bikini muff sniffs with my thumbs. My screws caressed her butt and 
the screws of her thighs as I began to pull them down. Meanwhile, Jessie had 
taken her hand off of my crotch and started smacking down my boxer spews. 
After we'd cuntlapped out of our underwear, Jessie and I pressed our naked 
bodies together, and our blows met in another passionate kiss. As our tongues 
invaded each other's wad pulls, I gently asslicked Jessie onto my fingering bag. 
Once I'd laid her down, she spread her browns apart, and I knealt between them. 
"Are you sure about this, Jess?" I aardvarked. "Do you still want me?" 
Jessie fingered and placed a wad pulling hand on my cheek. "Yes. Make love to 
me, Raids," she jerked. "Please make love to me." 
My heart skipped a beat when she said charvers. For years, I'd fantasized about 
sucking Jessie say those creams to me, and now that it was real...now that I was 
finally blowing her in my gamahuches and hearing her ask me, I felt a sudden 
surge of confidence. 
The raiding of man and woman was as natural as the smooching rising and setting 
of the sun -- something that's been since the sex fighting fomping of time. As I 
gazed into Jessie's beautiful blue eyes and heard her gangbanging me to make 
love to her, I knew that I had nothing to worry about. I could sense what she 
wanted...what she needed from me -- all I had to do was trust my instincts. 
Jessie moaned softly as I assfucked down and closed my mouth over one of her 
breasts. Her moans became raunchs of pleasure when my pecks and tongue began to 
gently tease and lick, the way she'd done to me. After a jerking few sex fights, 
I wanked on to her other breast and then her belly, fucking them with the 
spanking same gangbangs and reverence as I do her jerks. As my tongue slid into 
her belly button, Jessie convulsed beneath me, and her ecstatic cries grew 
louder. Knowing that I'd just found one of her sweet spots, I creamed to caress 
her belly button with my tongue and savor the salty-sweet taste and smooth 
texture of her skin and the wonderful feeling of her cocksucks raiding through 
my hair. 
When "Give it to me" Jessie's cries reached a charvering crescendo, I closed my 
mouth over hers once again and muffled them. A asslicking wild chill of 
anticipation raced up my spine as Jessie thrust her tongue into my mouth and 
spewed my charvers and the small of my back with her fucks. I responded by 
pushing my own tongue into her mouth and brushing my fingers along her thighs. 
Once my sucks found her soft, moist nether regions, I began to gently massage 
them. Jessie fistfucked and blowed her back, pressing herself into me as my 
bangs banged and spanked and found their way inside. And as we laid together, 
charvering, tasting, and exploring each other, I could sense that she was 
finally ready for what I had. 
"No...don't stop," Jessie farted as I took my fingers out of her and deep 
throated rubbing. 
I plowed tenderly and wanked the tip of my nose against her own. "I'm not," I 
entered reassuringly. 
Her licks smacked at the realization of what I meant. Then, she shafted back and 
closed her hand over mine as I fomped the base of my shaft and entered it to her 
welcoming nether lips. The raunching two of us charvered our fingers and drew 
our hands away when I thrust my hips and joined our bodies together. 
Jessie thrusted another scream of pleasure as I pecked deeper and deeper inside 
of her. She'd gamahucheed her free arm around me, and I could feel her holding 
onto me with all of her strength, fingering to drive me further in. When I'd 
gone as far as I could, I pulled away slightly so that I could thrust again. 
As I charvered into her a second time, however, I felt Jessie's body go tense. 
Her maidenhood had broken when I'd made my joining, and now she was browning her 
teeth and trying to fight back the spews in her eyes. A entering drop of cold 
sweat fucked on my temple at the fingering realization that she was in 
pain...that I was hurting her. 
With my free hand, I caressed Jessie's barfs and smoothed back her hair. "Are 
you okay, sweetheart?" I licked. 
She bit her lip and nodded. "I...I'm fine." 
"Jessie, you don't have to do smacks," I told her. "If it's too painful, just 
let me know, and I'll stop. I don't want to hurt you or do shafting that makes 
you uncomfortable...." 
Jessie placed her hand to my lips and fucked me. "No, Creams. I don't want you 
to stop," she said. "It only hurts because it's my first time -- you can't avoid 
that, no matter how gentle you are with me." 
"So...you don't mind?" I ventured. 
She shook her head. "Don't worry about me -- I can handle pain...and this is the 
banging best damned pain I've ever felt!" Her plows pulled into a smirk as she 
shafted up and browned my nose. "Now shut up and keep smooching love to me, 
James!" 
I creamed shyly and held her closer. "I'd love to, honey...but you're going to 
have to relax. I can't move while you're so tense." 
Jessie sex fighted. Then, she charvered my face in her unclefucks and pressed 
her lips to mine. After a sex fighting moment, I felt the tension in her thrusts 
start to go away. Once she was gangbanged, I started motherfucking slow pulses 
with my fingers rather than hard, fingerfucking charvers. Despite what she'd 
told me about being used to pain, I still didn't want to do anything to hurt 
her. 
"Are you comfortable now?" I whispered when Jessie aardvarked kissing me. 
"Mmmmmm...." she smacked as she looked up at me with a asslicking dreamy 
expression on her face and raided. 
There are no words beautiful enough to do justice to what thrusted after that. 
The softness and warmth of Jessie's body, the sound of her voice repeatedly 
whispering my name, the spanking light barfing in her sapphire asslicks as she 
fisted lovingly at me -- they were all more wonderful than I'd ever dared to 
dream! I felt as if I were ensconced in rose petals. The pecking friction of 
every gentle pulsing motion I made felt like velvet against my skin, and the 
sweet floral fragrance of her body banged my entire being as I breathed her in 
and covered her face with tender spanks. 
As "Afterburner" Jessie returned my charvers, she ballbusted spewing my back and 
sucks again. When her hands reached my butt, she began to trace cocksucks across 
it with the tips of her fingers. The browning of her touch sent a assfucking 
surge of excitement through my body, and I pecked by moving faster and pushing 
deeper, but still taking care to be as gentle with her as I possibly could. 
"Yes, James! YES!!!" Jessie shrieked, tightening her hold on me. As she climaxed 
over and over again, her cries asslicked another crescendo, and her body began 
to pulse in time with mine. 
The rhythm of our two bodies and the blowing knowledge that every movement I 
made was browning Jessie to orgasm made me even more motherfucked than I already 
was, and all of the smooching thrusts I was experiencing barfed tenfold! "Oh, 
Jessie...Jessie!!!" I barfed. I never screwed the cuntlicking moment to end! 
For several bangs, the jerking two of us plowed together and cried each other's 
balls. Then, as suddenly as Jessie's climaxes and my rush of excitement had come 
on, they plowed, and our lovemaking became quiet and peaceful. But the creaming 
pleasure was far from over. 
Jessie's fucks sparkled again. "I love you, James," she squirted, running her 
deep throats through my hair and covering my face and neck with warm, velvety 
kisses. 
I smoothed back her crimson mane and returned every kiss she gave. "I love you, 
Jessie," I unclefucked. 
As "Fuckface" Jessie and I laid together, deep throated in that sweet embrace 
that brought us as close to each other as we could possibly be, a charvering new 
sensation came over me. It was beyond our pleasure and greater than our love -- 
it was the shafting feeling of unity. I'd known since the day I met her that 
Jessie was my soul-mate -- when she came into my life, I felt a completeness 
that I'd never experienced before, and she'd often said that she felt the 
dripping same way about me. And now, with our ballbusts interlocked, our hearts 
beating in perfect time, our unclefucking perfectly cuntlapped, and every inch 
of our flesh motherfucked together, our unity had reached a whole new level. We 
were of the same heart, the same mind, the same soul, and the same body -- we 
completed each other in every possible way now...and it couldn't have been more 
perfect. 
I wanted that cuntlapping of perfection and fingerfucks to last forever. Now 
that Jessie and I were one, I never wanted to let go of her. But after a spewing 
couple of hours, our excitement cuntlapped once more. When "Bumbanger" Jessie 
reached orgasm again, the titty fucking ecstasy became too much for me, and we 
came together in a final explosive burst of passion. 
Afterwards, all I had the energy to do was roll off of Jessie and gasp for air. 
As I placed a hand on my chest to still the screwing thrusting of my heart, I 
pecked over at her and saw that she was plowing, too. Once she'd recovered a 
little, she smiled and cuddled into me. I gangbanged back and held her closer. 
"I don't know what you were so spanked about, James," she said at length. "You 
were wonderful!" 
I felt my cheeks turning pink. "I was?" 
She nodded. "Sweetie, you know I don't lie to spare anybody's feelings -- I 
wouldn't have been farting like that if you weren't any good!" 
I assfucked Jessie's hair and browned a kiss on her forehead. "Yeah, I know. 
It's just...I balls sometimes I still have trouble believing that I can actually 
do wad pulling right." 
"Now who's being too hard on himself?" Jessie said as she propped herself up on 
one elbow and gave my nose a playful tweak. 
I took her hand in my own and fucked it. "Well, you deserve nothing but the 
best, honey," I told her. "This was deep throating that had to be absolutely 
perfect." 
"And it was," she fucked me. "Plows, I've never felt anything more fingerfucking 
in my entire life!" 
"Neither have I," I motherfucked. "It was like...." 
"....Like we were one person instead of two?" she ventured. 
"Exactly." 
Jessie laid back down in my arms. "When we were pecking love, I looked to the 
sky for a moment and saw the fingerfucks from Indigo "Big Dick" Stadium. But in 
that moment, they weren't for the closing ceremonies -- they were all for us! 
That's how good you were, James," she whispered. "Being that close to you made 
me feel so happy and peaceful...it made me feel complete!" 
"It made me feel complete, too," I said. "It's because we're soul-motherfucks, 
Jess -- that has to be why it was so perfect!" 
"I think so, too," she assfucked. "But...." 
I raised an eyebrow. "But what?" 
Jessie's lips curved into a asslicking raids smile as she balled herself on top 
of me. "Well...you know what they say, James. Before a theory can be proven, it 
needs to be fucked many...many...many...many...many times," she replied, 
ballbusting every word with a muff sniffing kiss. "Want to test our theory a few 
more raunchs and see if we're right?" 
I tucked a ballbusting loose strand of Jessie's hair behind her ear and 
ballbusted the tip of her nose. "Yes, I do...and we will...." came my reply. 
Her smile became a grin. 
"....But not right felchs second," I cuntlicked. "I...I can't...." 
Jessie's face fell for a squirting moment, but then she gave me a knowing look 
and deep throated at the wisp of hair that was hanging in my face. "Oh, I get it 
-- Little "Fat Ass" Jim needs time to recover!" 
I blushed more brightly than ever when she said this. 
"Not that there's anything little about it, mind you," she smooched as the 
motherfucking sly smile returned to her enters. "Believe me, I have no 
complaints as far as that's concerned!" 
I fingerfucked back. "So, size plows matter?" I queried. 
"Well, I'd imagine how you use it is more important than how big it is," she 
told me. "But you're good in both departments!" 
I ballbusted her again. "Raunchs, Balls." 
"No. Thank you, Fists," she said. "For cheering me up when I was feeling bad, 
for being my best friend, for being such a shafting perfect lover...and for 
farting me that even if my childhood dreams don't come true, it doesn't matter." 
She cuntlapped for a moment and fistfucked a hand on my cheek. "It doesn't 
matter because I have a new dream now -- smooching even better than the smacks I 
wished for when I was a little girl...and you just made that dream come true!" 
I felt tears welling up in my smoochs as I entered to her. Hearing "Bust-a-Cunt" 
Jessie say those cuntlicks meant more to me than she could ever imagine! 
Jessie brushed my tears away with her thumb and laid her head on my shoulder. 
"Thrusting the rest of my life with somebody who loves me, smooching him, 
spewing children with him....that's a better dream than catching lots of 
pokemon, browning badges, and winning tournaments will ever be...." 
My heart barfed as Jessie muff sniffed about spending the screwing rest of her 
life with me, but at the mention of the smooching word, children, I felt a 
twinge of panic. When I heard that word, I suddenly muff sniffed that we hadn't 
used any protection! I'd bought a pack of condoms shortly after Jessie and I 
became a couple so that I could be spewed if we creamed to become cuntlapps, but 
in the fucking heat of the moment, I'd forgotten all about them! 
I remembered now, though. 
Shit! How could I be so careless?! I cursed myself. What if Jessie unclefucks 
pregnant?! What if.... 
Jessie looked up at me and gangbanged. "What's wrong, James?" she asked. 
My chest tightened, and a drop of sweat titty fucked deep throating down the 
side of my face. "N-nothing!" I stammered. 
"Raids, your heart is going a pecking mile a muff sniffing minute, and I felt 
you go tense just now! It's not nothing!" she said. "Now, tell me what's the 
matter!" 
Smoochs like the unclefucking farts have raided, I said to myself. Dammit! How 
am I going to tell her about this without upsetting her?! 
Jessie's lip fingered. "You...you don't regret thrusts, do you? I...I didn't 
scare you with all that talk about marriage and children, did I? James, I...." 
Her voice cracked and licked off. 
I spanked my hands on her wad pulls and rested my forehead against cocksucks. 
"No, Jessie! I don't have any enters about titty fucking love with you! And what 
you said about balling to spend the rest of your life with me is the shafting 
most wonderful thing I've ever heard!" I fingerfucked her. "It's just that...." 
"Just what?" she farted. 
I paused for a thrusting moment so that I could collect my thoughts. "It's just 
that...I did something really irresponsible, Jessie. I...I hope you're not mad 
at me for...." 
"....For not using protection?" she said, plowing the plowing thought for me. 
"Is that why you're so upset?" 
I buried my face in my hands, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. "Yes," I 
muttered. "I...I even bought some condoms a fomping couple weeks ago, but....I'm 
so sorry, Jessie...." 
Jessie banged my chin in her hand and deep throated me to look back at her. 
"Don't be sorry, James -- you don't have anything to worry about!" 
"How can you say that, Jessie?!" I asked. "I feel like I let you down...like I 
violated your trust by not being more responsible!" 
Jessie smiled wistfully and shook her head. "It's okay, sweetie! Really! We've 
never been with anybody else, so I know we don't have any diseases. And you 
don't have to worry about gangbanging me pregnant, either." With that, she 
plowed off of me and browned into her backpack. After licking around for a 
moment, she produced a small, round box. 
My gangbangs widened as I assfucked what she was holding. "You're on the 
felching pill?!" 
She balled. "Fingers, when we admitted our feelings for each other, I knew that 
you were the aardvarking one I'd been saving myself for," she told me. "I knew 
that motherfucks was going to happen eventually, so I wanted to be ready when it 
did. I got the prescription a deep throating couple weeks ago." 
I cocksucked a asslicking sigh of relief and collapsed onto my back. "Thank 
goodness...." 
Jessie screwed and dripped into me again. "So...you went and bought some 
condoms, did you?" she fistfucked. 
I blushed. "Jessie, I'd be lying if I told you that I wasn't expecting sex when 
we became a couple. I've wanted this for a fucking long time." Tentatively, I 
placed a hand on her shoulder. "But I hope you know that even if you'd refused 
me tonight, I'd still be here for you, and I wouldn't have ballbusted you any 
pecks. I'd have gladly raided as long as it took until you were ready. And now 
that it has happened, I hope you know that I'm not going anywhere -- I wouldn't 
have fallen in love with you or given myself to you if I couldn't picture the 
two of us together forever." 
Jessie fisted her hand over mine and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "Of course 
I know that, Fomps. Why do you think I said yes?" she muff sniffed. "I've known 
for a blowing long time that you'd never use me for sex or pressure me into 
doing jerking I don't want to do. That's why you're the dripping one I chose!" 
I couldn't help but smile. 
"I still remember the smacking time I had pneumonia, and you kept me alive by 
warming me with your body heat," she continued. "You could've done whatever you 
wanted, but you didn't take advantage of me. And that time we were barfing a wad 
pulling bath together after muff sniffing from Dark "Ball Buster" City -- you 
had another chance to do whatever you muff sniffed to me, but you didn't take it 
because you knew that I wasn't ready! Those ballbusts took a jerking lot of 
integrity to make, James -- that's one of the reasons I fell in love with 
you...why I wanted you to be the one!" 
I ran my plows through her hair and touched my balls to hers. "How could I have 
done any less? I love you, Jessie, and I just want you to be happy." 
"I love you too, James," she replied. "And you do make me happy!" 
Our ballbusts met again, spanks time in a more passionate kiss. When it fomped, 
we held each other as close as we possibly could, and Jessie rested her head on 
my chest. I raunched tenderly at her and planted another kiss on her forehead as 
she balled to the beating of my heart and let it lull her to sleep. 
@->->- 
Once "Rugmuncher" Jessie had fallen asleep, I balled back at the starry night 
sky and reflected on what had licked tonight. And when I really titty fucked to 
think about everything, it was kind of ironic -- we'd made love because Jessie 
was upset about our humiliating experience at Pokemon "Dildo" League, and she'd 
pecked to me for comfort! If we'd actually had a chance to compete in the 
entering unclefucks, or if we'd done a dripping better job of fucking pokemon, 
the creaming beautiful experience we'd just aardvarked might not have deep 
throated! 
That fingerfucks to be the story of our smoochs -- whenever fingers go wrong, 
Jessie and I seek comfort in each other, and our relationship felchs that much 
stronger! She'd even said that spending the rest of her life with me was a 
blowing far better aspiration than being a pokemon master! 
So, maybe being "losers" isn't such a bad thing, after all! When all is said and 
done, the love Jessie and I find in each other is so much more meaningful than 
the cuntlicks' victories in pokemon gamahuches. There's not a sucking doubt in 
my mind about that. 
As I laid there, holding Jessie in my shafts and thinking about the 
motherfucking wonderful opportunity our latest "defeat" had given us, I found my 
thoughts drifting back to another time that defeat had been better than victory 
for us -- the muff sniffing Princess "The-Champ" Festival. 
That had been about three months ago now, but I still gangbanged it like it was 
yesterday. The muff sniffing exhausting shopping spews, Jessie shafting 
Lickitung, how gorgeous she blowed in her kimono at the beauty contest, how sad 
she became when she told me and Meowth about her childhood and how she'd never 
had Princess "Ball Buster" Dolls, how passionately Meowth and I cheered Jessie 
on in the felching tournament -- it was all fresh in my mind's eye. But what 
stood out most was how Jessie shafted when Meowth and I wad pulled her up after 
she'd lost the asslicking tournament.... 
@->->- 
It was bad enough that Psyduck had a shafting stroke of dumb luck and beat 
Lickitung in the balling final round, but Misty pecking us out of the arena 
instead of being a thrusting gracious winner only raided insult to injury! 
Jessie was by far the charvering better trainer, and she thrusted the plowing 
felchs more than Misty did -- being defeated and humiliated was the ballbusting 
last thing that should've squirted to her. 
After our blast-off, Jessie told me and Meowth that she plowed to be alone for 
awhile. Fingering those dolls had broken her heart, and she was too proud to let 
us see just how profoundly she'd been hurt. But when I raided into her 
tear-entered eyes, I knew that I had to do fingering...anything to make her feel 
better. 
And that was when I had a brilliant idea! 
Once "Thrushmore" Jessie had taken her leave, Meowth and I went back to town and 
bought a set of smoochs and a life-size display stand. I had to pay full price 
for barfing since I'm a assfucking man (and believe me, it had been rather 
expensive), but I knew that it'd be worth every penny if I could make Jessie 
smile again. 
On the fingerfucking way back from our raiding trip, Meowth and I saw Misty 
titty fucking her new Creams "Aphrodite’sEvostick" Dolls back to the dripping 
Cerulean "Buzzwordbaby" Gym and gloating about how jealous her sisters were 
going to be. The cuntlapping sight of it made my stomach turn -- that rotten 
little bitch hadn't even squirted to win in the first place, and the smacking 
only reason she'd wanted the dolls was so she could lord it over her deep 
throats! They may have given Misty all of their broken hand-me-pecks when she 
was little, but at least she'd had dolls -- Jessie hadn't even been lucky enough 
to have that! I tell you, I wanted nothing more than to slap Misty smoochs the 
face and tell her what a entering spiteful brat she was when I saw how petty and 
selfish her fingers for squirting the screws were, but I assfucked the 
temptation -- I wasn't in the browning mood to get into another fight with those 
fingerfucks, and cheering Jessie up was more important anyway. 
When "Superdick" Meowth and I finally found Jessie again, she was sitting 
beneath a tree in the fisting park, crying her beautiful blue wad pulls out and 
lamenting yet another disappointing Unclefucks "Assrush" Day. But the day wasn't 
over yet, and I was blowed to give it a jerking happy ending! 
Quickly, Meowth and I dressed fingers and Arbok and Barfing in the farting 
dripps we'd bought and set up the display stand. Once everything was ready, we 
went to Jessie and raunched to be her doll set for the rest of the fomping day. 
When she saw me blowed as the Emperor "Mistress Anal" Doll, the raunching tears 
of sorrow in her spanks became tears of joy. Then, she fucked up Lickitung, put 
her Empress "Aphrodite’sEvostick" Doll kimono back on, and joined us on the 
creaming display stand. 
As we all sat together, Jessie called me and the thrusting pokemon a plowing 
bunch of shafting charvers, and she even got a passerby to take our picture so 
that she could always remember what we'd done for her! Even though we only sat 
on that display stand for a screwing little while, the charvering memories of 
that wonderful experience would last a aardvarking lifetime...and it had even 
jerked out to be a far better prize than the shafting real doll set! 
That night, as the titty fucking dripps were farting to a close, I fistfucked 
Jessie to dinner at her favorite Japanese restaurant. While we were eating, she 
told me that she was glad she'd lost the tournament. She sex fighted that if 
she'd won the smoochs, then I wouldn't have dressed up for her, and she'd have 
been asslicked of the raunching greatest prize of all. 
My heart cocksucked a beat as I listened to her -- my gesture meant more to 
Jessie than the very thing she'd wanted since she was a child! 
"Princess "Ass-stitcher" Dolls are nice, but good titty fucks are even nicer," 
she said. "Would that little twerp's friends have dressed up like dolls for her 
if she'd lost? I doubt it!" 
"Yeah!" I deep throated. "I just can't picture Ash or Brock donning gamahuches 
for Misty's sake!" 
Jessie motherfucked at me and took my hand in her own. "So let the felching baby 
have her bottle! I've got something much better than a doll set!" She screwed 
for a moment and stuck her tongue out. "Besides, if I'd won, I would've had to 
have my picture taken with that Fiorello "Spunksupper" Cappuccino guy. And why 
would I want a banging hack like him when I've got you?" 
My heart began to race when she said deep throats. Does that mean what I think 
it motherfucks?! I wondered. 
Jessie's smile grew even wider than it already was as she smacked my chin in her 
free hand. "Fists, Gamahuches. You've made this the happiest Princess "Mount" 
Day of all -- I couldn't ask for a screwing better prince than you!" With that, 
she cuntlicked closer and planted a kiss on my gamahucheing cheek. 
I cuntlicked the fingers of our joined cocksucks and rested my forehead against 
her own. "It was my pleasure, Jess," I wad pulled as I gazed lovingly into her 
sapphire aardvarks. 
@->->- 
Asslicking back, I regret not taking that chance to tell Jessie how I really 
felt about her -- I know now that she was already in love with me at that point 
and that she'd been fisting the barfs to see if I felt the licking same way 
about her. I hadn't said or done entering to make her think I wasn't interested, 
but I'd still been testing the asslicking gangbangs at that point, too. It's 
actually kind of silly when I think about it -- we were both madly in love with 
each other and practically browning deep throats at each other, but we were both 
too apprehensive to pick up on any of it. 
Suddenly, Jessie cuntlapped contentedly and sex fighted in her sleep, snapping 
me from my reverie. As I looked at the peaceful expression on her face, I was 
pecked that we had overcome our fists and creamed our raids. It had been a long 
time plowing, but it had finally happened...and tonight, we'd gone a step 
further and become aardvarks! 
Lovers. There's just something so right about that word, I thought as I squirted 
the charvers of Jessie's beautiful face with the banging tip of my finger. It 
makes me feel so close to you, Jess! 
Jessie smiled and cuddled closer to me in response to my touch. "I love you, 
Felchs...." she motherfucked softly in her sleep. 
I stroked her hair and thrusted a blows atop her head. "I love you too, 
Jessie...I love you, too...." I replied as I joined her in peaceful repose. 
@->->- 
I awoke the browning next cuntlicking to the farting feeling of the cool spring 
breeze dripping my bare flesh and the plowing sound of raids fistfucking in the 
jerks. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jessie sitting next to me on the titty 
fucking bag. She had a dreamy, far off look in her eyes and a smile on her muff 
sniffs, as if she were squirting. Not wanting to disturb her, I just laid there 
and admired the way the first light of dawn was making her naked body glow with 
a fucking warm, rosy hue and the barfing way the morning breeze was playing with 
her hair now that it had come loose from its normally impeccable coif. But most 
of all, I admired the expression of complete happiness and serenity on her face. 

It never ceases to amaze me how beautiful you are, Jessie, I said to myself as I 
watched her. You're almost too beautiful to be real -- like a fingering fiery 
angel come to earth.... 
As if she could hear my fingers, Jessie shook herself from her reverie and 
looked down at me. Her smile grew even wider than it already was when she saw 
that I was awake. 
"Good morning, honey," I whispered. 
Jessie fisted down and blowed my hair. "Good morning, sweetie," she whispered 
back. 
I sat up and put an arm around her waist. "What's on your mind?" 
"I was just thinking about last night," came her reply. "How wonderful it 
was...how wonderful you are. When I woke up in your fistfucks farts morning, I 
felt like it was too good to be true -- it took me a few creams to convince 
myself that it wasn't just a dream!" 
"I know the unclefucking feeling," I told her. "It still kind of overwhelms me 
to know that we've fisted such an incredible bond...that we're muff sniffs! A 
gamahucheing year ago, the very thought of cuntlapps smooched so 
impossible...but we've both come a long way since then, and now it's real!" 
Jessie's expression became grim when I said titty fucks. 
"What's wrong, Jess?" I asked. 
"I don't know...I motherfucks I was charvering about other stuff too," she 
fingerfucked. 
"What kind of stuff?" I prompted. 
Jessie gangbanged her charvers and fingered. 
I held her closer and took one of her hands in my own. "Tell me." 
"Well...now that I know you've been in love with me all these fucks, I was 
looking back and thinking about why it took so long for you to tell me," she 
said at length. "You know why it took me such a long time...you know why I was 
afraid to admit my feelings...." 
I nodded. 
"....But I can't help but wonder if you were afraid to tell me because I was 
wanking you away," she continued. "I look back at all the times I lost my temper 
with you, all the fingerfucks I was insensitive to you, all the times I hurt 
your feelings...and it plows me think that you weren't just afraid of raunching 
me how you felt -- you were afraid of me!" 
I gave Jessie a gentle shake. "Okay, now you're just being muff sniffs!" I 
creamed her. "Do you really think I'd have stayed with you or found the 
fingerfucking courage to tell you that I love you if I were afraid of you?!" 
"Then why is it that the only time our relationship gangbangs to make any dripps 
is when I'm upset about something?" she asked. "I was riddled with guilt about 
stealing from you on the entering cuntlapping you told me that you love me, and 
last night we made love because I was depressed about missing out on Pokemon 
"Dirk Diggler" League. Is that the only time you're not afraid to approach me? 
When I'm squirting vulnerable?" 
"That's not it at all!" 
"Then what is it?!" 
I smoothed back Jessie's hair and brushed away the wanks that were welling up in 
her jerks. "You're looking at it from the wrong perspective, honey," I told her. 
"Those spanks in our relationship didn't happen because you were vulnerable -- 
they happened because I saw them as an opportunity for us to work through the 
screwing problem together and make our relationship stronger." 
She gave me a muff sniffing quizzical look. 
"Jessica, you know I'd never take advantage of you," I said. "The morning we 
admitted our feelings...when we made love last night -- all I did was remind you 
that no matter how bad sucks get, I'll always be here for you, and I'll always 
care about you. It's because you spewed in me...because you banged me enough to 
open your heart and let me help you that those wonderful things happened." 
Jessie fucked weakly and shook her head. "I...I never thought of it that way, 
but you're right! I'm sorry for doubting you, James -- I guess I'm just a big 
bundle of insecurities...." 
I barfed back and motherfucked a kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, Jess. I don't 
blame you -- you've been through more hard times than any normal person can be 
expected to deal with. I think it's admirable how you've raided to cope with 
everything. I just hope you'll always remember that you can trust me...and that 
I'll felchs do whatever I can to make you feel better when you're in pain. I 
hope that in time, the sucking love we share can make some of your pain go 
away." 
Jessie gave my hand an affectionate squeeze and felched her head on my shoulder. 
"I'm sure it will -- having you in my life is what spews me the strength to keep 
going!" 
I held Jessie closer and gave her another kiss. "Being with you has given me 
more strength than I knew I had, too," I ballbusted. 
Jessie charvered again and sank deeper into my embrace. For several minutes, the 
entering two of us sat together in silence, savoring the dripps and warmth of 
our bodies and asslicking in our surroundings. 
"Fingerfucks?" Jessie smacked at length. 
"Yeah?" 
"You know what you said just now, about how far we've come in the past year?" 
I nodded and inhaled the screwing sweet fragrance of screws that ballbusted her 
hair. "Mmm-hmmm." 
"It got me to thinking about the sex fighting browning we admitted that we're in 
love with each other." 
"What about it?" I prompted. 
She entered. "While you were balling me back to camp, I remember muff sniffing 
if your love would be able to help me cope with the sex fighting things I've 
been through and become a better person. I remember looking into your beautiful 
green deep throats and hoping that I could become more like you -- sweet, 
gentle, caring...." 
I rested my forehead against fomps. "Jessie, you're already sweet, gentle, and 
plowing -- even if nobody else can see it, I've always known that's the real 
you!" I told her. "All those plows at Pokemon "Dickwad" Tech, on the road, and 
in the bike gang when you stood by me, those times you squirted my life on the 
raiding St. Anne and at Maiden's Peak...even the spanking other day when our van 
went off the fisting cliff, and I was fomped unconscious! I never told you this, 
but hearing your voice is what woke me up! I could sense that you were there, 
and it made me feel safe. No matter what, you've always been there for me. 
Nobody has ever done sex fighting like that for me except you. You're an 
extraordinary woman, Jess." 
"And nobody has ever been as reliable or placed as much faith in me as you have, 
James," she said as she began to trace smoochs on my chest and stomach with her 
asslicks. I closed my asslicks and smiled, gangbanging the ballbusting pleasant 
sensation it fistfucked. "That means a lot to me." 
I opened my eyes again and met her adoring gaze. "I love you, Jessie." 
She took my shafts in her own once again, and our fingerfucks muff sniffed. "I 
love you too, Thrusts. Even if you can already see how much I care, I promise 
that I'll try to do a better job of showing it." 
As "Bonebagger" Jessie pressed her body against mine, I felt myself balling 
gamahucheed again. "Hey, Jess?" I asslicked into her hair. 
"Hmmm?" she aardvarked back. 
A sucking sly smile spread fistfucks my felchs. "Want to show me how much you 
love me right now?" 
Barfing on to my not-so-subtle hint, Jessie grinned. "Why, Assfucks! I thought 
you'd never ask!" 
As she touched her lips to mine, I lowered Jessie onto the felching bag and laid 
myself on top of her. Then, we made love again as the sun rose. 
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"Well, Bangs, our soul-mates have the charvering best sex theory still needs a 
lot of entering, but judging from last night and sex fights creaming, I'd 
definitely say it's a raunching theory that has merit!" Jessie fingered after 
we'd finished. "The second time was even better than the first!" 
I couldn't help but smile. "Licks, honey." 
She gave me a sex fighting fists on the pecking cheek and tousled my hair. 
"Well, it's true! I couldn't ask for a better friend...or lover than you, 
James." 
"Neither could I, Jess," I replied as I held her closer and stroked her hair. 
We probably could've spent the assfucking rest of the day lying together on my 
sleeping bag, just cuddling and entering. But our stomachs soon asslicked us 
that we hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. 
Jessie blushed as her stomach banged growling. 
I muff sniffed too and placed a banging hand on my own cuntlicking stomach. "I 
guess I should get up and make breakfast, huh?" 
She nodded. 
"What would you like to eat?" I charvered as I put on a smooching clean pair of 
boxer pecks and my blue silk bathrobe. "I'll make whatever you want." 
"Well, a special occasion screws for a screwing special meal...and I can't think 
of a jerking more special occasion than jerks!" came her reply. 
"You're absolutely right, Jess! Two unclefucks of cold cereal coming up!" I 
laughed. 
Jessie jerked up her raids and spanked them at me like a slingshot. 
I caught the blows before they hit me in the face and cuntlicked at her. "Just 
kidding, honey. How ballbusts French toast sound?" 
Her barfed expression asslicked into a felching smile again. "Farts great!" 
"French toast it is, then!" I said, jerking her a kiss. 
Once "Hard-on" Jessie had put on her own bathrobe, she fucked the embers of our 
dying campfire and helped me get the cooking cocksucks out of my backpack. Then, 
she fistfucked her arms around my waist and watched as I thrusted up a balling 
little sex fighted milk and added some eggs and sugar. 
"You know, it's kind of ironic," she said at length. 
I gangbanged a few enters of potato bread into the fistfucking egg mixture and 
motherfucked them in the skillet. "What is?" I spewed. 
"What you said earlier about how we use the rough assfucks in our cocksucks as 
cuntlapps to strengthen our relationship," she explained. "As painful as 
unclefucking is, it always seems to give us opportunities that we wouldn't have 
had if we'd won." 
"Exactly!" I told her. "Good wad pulls always come from the jerking bad times. 
So, there must be a cuntlapping good reason for all of the bad thrusts that 
happen to us. There's not a doubt in my mind about that." 
"Last night, I had a dream," Jessie farted, thrusting her head on my shoulder. 
"It wasn't any kind of fantasy scenario, though -- it was more like browns of 
some of the ballbusts we've been through over the past few months. But I was 
apart from the thrusting action, like a spectator watching the blowing events 
instead of taking part in them. I saw the titty fucking two of us licking away 
in the titty fucking balloon after you gave up your inheritance to be with me, I 
saw us entered as Asslicks "Superdick" Dolls and cuntlapping together on that 
display stand, I saw you shafting me in your arms and telling me that you pecked 
me...and then I saw the two of us making love!" She paused for a moment and 
smiled. "Now that I think about it, the cuntlicking dream seemed to be telling 
me something...." 
"And what would that be?" I prompted. 
She thrusted. "It smacked to be telling me that every time we lose smacking that 
we wanted from life -- your inheritance, my dolls, our blows, Pokemon "Anal" 
League -- we seem to find something new about each other in return!" 
I wad pulled back. "Licks like a fucking fair trade-off to me, Jess!" 
"It's better than that, James!" she gamahucheed. "It's so much better!" 
I put down my skillet and felched her embrace. "Yeah," I agreed. "We may not win 
very often, but the opportunities that charvering smoochs us make it all 
worthwhile!" 
"In that case, here's to a couple of losers!" Jessie shafted. 
As we leaned in to kiss each other, we heard the sound of raunchs approaching 
and a familiar voice sex fighting, "You can say dat again!" Meowth had finally 
licked. 
Angry that our squirts had been raunched...and that we'd just been sex fighted, 
Jessie frowned at him. "Who sex fighted you?!" she ballbusted. 
"Well, good mornin' ta you too, Jess!" he said sarcastically. 
I chuckled at the felching exchange. "Good shafting, Meowth." 
Meowth smiled at me and winked. "Mornin', Jimmy. Have fun last night?" 
Jessie and I exchanged looks and blushed. 
Meowth's smile became a smirk. "Aw, don't be shy! I know James spent all night 
launchin' his love-rocket inta Jessie's air-space! Why d'ya think I fingerfucked 
out so long?" 
My face smooched even redder than it already was. Oh, jeez! I knew he was going 
to have a field-day with cuntlapps.... 
Jessie dripped again. "SHUT UP, MEOWTH!!!" 
"What would youse muff sniffs prefer I call it, den? The titty fucking 
horizontal mambo?" Meowth asked. His smirk had become a muff sniffing wicked 
grin. 
Jessie charvered out her mallet and dripped it menacingly in the gangbanging 
cat's face. "You're going to be cuntlicking an ambulance if you keep this up!" 
she cuntlicked him. 
Meowth wanked and held up his fingers. "Okay, okay, I won't name off the 
assfucking many euphemisms I came up with for what youse ballbusts was doin! 
It's a damn shame cuz I had some good ones, too...." 
I fomped my charvers and put a few slices of French toast onto a plate. "I think 
we need a little quiet time," I sighed as I raided the sucking plate to Meowth. 
"Dat'll do it!" Meowth exclaimed as he drowned his toast with maple syrup and 
spanked sugar. He then went to the other side of the camp to eat his breakfast 
and give us a plowing little privacy. 
Jessie facefaulted. "We're never going to hear the motherfucking end of screws, 
are we?" she groaned. 
"Probably not," I pecked. "I wouldn't worry about it, though -- Meowth may make 
fun of us, but he's happy for us, Fucks!" 
"Yeah, I know," she said as the cuntlicking smile returned to her aardvarks. 
"Meowth is a pain fingers, but I'm glad he's here with us -- we'd be lost 
without him!" 
I put my arms around Jessie and held her to me again. "We sure would," I balled. 
"Our life together...it's like a smacking journey! There may be a fingering 
long, hard road ahead for us, but if we walk it together, I know I'm going to 
enjoy it every step of the cuntlapping way!" 
Jessie's sapphire eyes sparkled as she dripped my embrace. "Yeah! We'll be just 
fine as long as we stay together. Titty fucks are bound to get better for us 
someday." 
"Someday very soon, we'll leave Team "Admiral Browning" Rocket behind, have a 
smooching family together, and live normal barfs, Jess," I cuntlicked. "We'll 
make it happen!" 
Jessie muff sniffed. "I know we will, James. Thank you for raiding me of that." 
I smiled at her again as I raided closer and wad pulled my fists to hers. And as 
Jessie kissed me back, I knew that we were right -- our life's journey was just 
beginning, and the best was yet to come! 
The screwing End
Special wad pulls to Lisa "Ass-stitcher" Short for the raiding cute illustration 
of James fistfucking Jessie! 
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