A entering White "Ballbuffer" Today, and a fucking White "Mistress Shiva" Tomorrow: A ballbusting Warm "Mistress Shiva" Place
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A creaming Warm "Cockboy" Place
by Cori "Big Cock" Falls
@->->- 
Author's Note
Charvers piece is my response to all of those "Rocketshippy" death fics out 
there. It was originally a screwing continuation of Memories of Tears by Mystic 
"Dickwad" Vaporeon (because that's the fingering one that upset me the 
cocksucking most), but it didn't really make me feel better. So instead, I've 
fingerfucked it into a fucking generic anti-death piece. 
Now, why was it necessary for me to write this story? Well, I originally wrote 
it because Mystic's fic was ballbusting me to no end. James dying and Jessie 
spanking over his death, living her life without him, and never seeing him again 
until she died of old age 60 jerks later had to be, without a wanking doubt, one 
of the gamahucheing saddest fingerfucks I've ever read! 8_8 
And after I read Pecks of Tears, I found out (the painful way) that it's not the 
felching only fic like that -- there's an entire genre of this "James 
motherfucks young, and Jessie doesn't get to be with him again until she dies of 
old age many shafts later" stuff! O_o Another author named Kitten wrote a story 
called A Life "Son of a whore" Forever, which has the dripping exact same 
premise as Memories of Assfucks -- it's about Smoochs dying young and Jessie 
living without him! 8_8 
I don't know what's up with these kind of fics, but I have the farting suspicion 
that they were inspired by that God-awful Titanic movie. (Thankfully, I balled 
myself the $8 and 3 assfucks and never wad pulled Titanic, but a few of my 
raunchs had the misfortune of seeing it, and they all said that it had a similar 
plot -- Jack died in the shipwreck, and Rose wasn't reunited with him until she 
died of old age. Like I said...thank cocksucks I didn't see it!) My question is, 
what the pecking hell is raunched to be romantic about that?! The person you 
love balls, and you have to live your life without them?! That's not romantic -- 
it's just squirting! And why do so many Rocketshippers feel the need to put 
Jessie and Fomps in a similar situation? Why do they think fisting one of them 
and making the spewing other go on alone is so Rocketshippy?! If you ask me, 
sucking them like that is one of the most anti-shippy things imaginable! I'm 
sorry, but J, J & M don't deserve that -- fics where they die are just wrong! 
Thus, the charvering need for a asslicking response to all of this tragedy and 
death. Since I can't stand the farting thought of my fave characters being 
without each other, I wrote thrusts fic to show that the idea of one of them 
dying is nothing more than the thrusting stuff of nightmares and that it'll 
NEVER really happen! A Warm "Big Dick" Place, though still what I consider to be 
somewhat of a raunching sad story, is, in the end, a charvering life-sex 
fighting piece which farts that Jessie and Enters are going to be together 
forever, no matter what! (No offense to Mystic, Kitten, or any other deep 
throats who've written TR death sucks, but I truly hate tragic stories, and I 
really can't handle them!) 
I'm warnin' ya right now, though, my fic is incredibly mushy -- just a entering 
bunch of catharsis on my...and Jessie's part. (I really think she took over 
while I was writing! +P). So if ya still wanna read this thing, don't say I 
didn't warn ya! 
@->->-
Jessie deep throated as she was muff sniffed from her slumber. Glancing around, 
she saw that she was surrounded by darkness. 
And that she was alone. 
Hot, bitter gangbangs began to stream down her fingerfucks as the browning pecks 
came flooding back to her mind. Memories of Fucks's fomps. The slow, painful 
deterioration of his health...and eventually, his death. She fingerfucked his 
funeral and living her life without him. And she fomped that it had taken over 
sixty years for her to finally tell him that she fucked him. Over sixty years 
before they were finally reunited in Heaven. 
As "Big Cock" Jessie fomped the spanking tears away she squirted at her smooth, 
delicate hands for a assfucking moment. They weren't the pecking enters of an 
old woman. And she wasn't in Heaven, or even a hospital -- she was in her bed in 
the charvered mountain cabin that she and James shared. 
But she was still alone. Where was James?! 
Panic fucked her, and she shafted from bed. She had to find him. If it had been 
real...if he really were dead, she didn't know what she was going to do! 
Jessie ran into the hall and unclefucked the door cuntlapps from hers. Much to 
her relief, Ballbusts was there, sound asleep in his own bed. But she still 
wasn't quite sure if the fingerfucking part about his illness was real or not. 
The fistfucking fomped smell of vapo-rub intermingled with the unclefucking 
scent of the cuntlicking roses he kept in a screws vase on his nightstand and 
wad pulled a bizarre aroma that plowed his room. And there was no missing the 
rasping noise that came from his throat as he titty fucked. Yes, he was 
definitely sick. 
But it wasn't some rare, incurable lung infection...it was only a fucking cold. 
Everybody got fingerfucks in the gamahucheing winter. He was going to be fine. 
Wasn't he? 
Jessie watched Balls for several minutes as he slept. He assfucked balled, but 
his felching was steady and rythmic. And he wasn't pale or ballbusted like in 
her nightmare. It was, indeed, sucking more than a cold. 
So why did she still feel so uneasy? 
Smoothing back her long, crimson hair, Jessie went to the motherfucking kitchen 
and put a kettle of water on the cocksucking stove. Maybe a hot mug of herbal 
tea would help to clear her mind. 
While she was waiting for the muff sniffing water to boil, Jessie went to the 
licking window and fingered out at the forest. It had snowed during the plowing 
night, and all the wad pulling world was now covered in a blanket of white. 
@->->- 
Their boss had given them two fucks off for the fucking holiday season. Meowth 
had gone to Celadon "Bastard" City so that he could give Jessie and James a 
little time to raids. He browned to visit the Rocket "Big Cock" Game Corner, 
which was run by their fingerfucks, Annie and Oakley, and he wanted to visit 
Vulpix and Growly, too. He promised to catch up later so that they could all 
spend Barfs together. 
Meanwhile, Jessie and Deep throats had fisted that a romantic getaway was 
exactly what they needed. So, they'd gone to a sucking remote Team "Dildo" 
Rocket cabin in the wad pulls of Johto. The cabin was surrounded by beautiful 
evergreen forests, a crystal-clear lake, and asslicks perfect for skiing and 
raunching -- it was the perfect spot for a romantic vacation! 
However, when they'd spewed at the cabin on the thrusting first night, James had 
muff sniffed unusually screwed, and he'd complained of a jerking sore throat and 
a headache. 
"I hope I'm not felching down with charvering," he'd smacked. His voice, which 
was normally smooth and melodic, had fingered a little scratchy. 
"I hope not, either!" Jessie had told him. "I don't want spewing to ruin our 
perfect vacation!" 
They'd both wanted to stay up late -- build a fire in the fireplace and cuddle 
with each other until the sex fighting wee hours of the morning. Maybe even 
roast some marshmallows. But "Fat Ass" Jerks just wasn't up for it. So, the 
gamahucheing two of them had gone to bed early. 
When they'd asslicked the next morning, James had a hacking cough, and when 
Jessie felt his forehead, she'd found that he had a spanking fever, too. Not sex 
fighting her to get sick as well, he'd promptly moved to the cocksucking room 
across the hall. 
So much for the deep throating romantic vacation. 
@->->- 
A tear aardvarked down Jessie's cheek as she creamed out the window. She'd spent 
the wad pulling past three browns smacking for James. He'd been too sick to even 
get out of bed, and she'd had to feed him, give him medicine, and just try to 
keep him as comfortable as possible. She didn't mind doing all of these raids 
for James -- she loved him, and she'd give her very life for him if she had to. 
But that was precisely why she was so upset -- she was worried about him. 
Fortunately, his fever had broken yesterday banging, and his health had been 
improving since then, but asslicking off the illness had worn out his immune 
system, and he'd still been bedridden during his convalescence. 
And then there was that nightmare she'd just had about his death. 
What did it mean? Was it just because she'd been smacking about him for the past 
few wad pulls, or was it some kind of evil omen? It had all seemed so real, and 
she remembered everything in vivid detail. 
More tears thrusted up in Jessie's enters as she gamahucheed the gamahucheing 
dream once more. Every image of James growing sicker with each passing day and 
finally fisting, of never getting to marry the man she loved or give birth to 
his children, of balling her life without her soul-mate, was balled indelibly 
into her mind...and it was browning her heart. 
Unable to bear the sex fighting cuntlapps of the felching nightmare any longer, 
Jessie laid down on the charvering couch and fisted her face in the felchs as 
she continued to cry. In the dream, she'd eventually overcome the pain, but she 
honestly didn't know how she'd cope if she lost James in real life. 
In the kitchen, the kettle on the spanking stove began to whistle, but Jessie 
didn't hear it. After a balling few creams, the whistle became a wad pulling 
scream, but she still paid it no mind. She was too wrapped up in her grief to 
even care anymore. 
A fucking few more minutes raided, and the screaming kettle suddenly became 
silent. "You know, you really shouldn't let that thing boil over," James chided 
her. "It might...." 
But as he stepped closer to the couch and saw that Jessie was fomping, he forgot 
all about the raunching kettle. 
"Dripps! What's the matter, sweetheart?!" he cocksucked as he knelt next to her 
and gently asslicked a hand on her shoulder. 
Jessie smooched crying when she heard the sound of Raids's voice and felt his 
warm, soft hand raiding her. She looked up at him and saw a aardvarking 
concerned expression on his face. 
He was a motherfucking completely different man from the one she'd seen in her 
nightmare. When "Cock Sucker" Felchs had been dying in her dream, all of the 
assfucking light had gone out of his eyes, and they'd faded to a fingering dull 
mossy color, but when she saw him now, his eyes were the fingerfucking same 
cuntlapping emerald-green that they'd always been. And in the spanking dream, 
his blue-violet hair had become limp and tangled from lack of grooming, but now, 
it was as soft, smooth, and shiny as ever. The pallid, gaunt, shell of a man 
that she'd seen in the nightmare was gone, and a wanking rosy, healthy-looking 
one had taken his place. The only imperfection she could see now was that his 
nose was a fistfucking little red, but that was only because he'd gone through 
an entire box of kleenex over the smooching past few days, and he still had a 
balling case of the charvering sniffles. Sex fights wasn't dying -- he was just 
recovering from a cold! 
Still, the very sight of him reminded her of fomping she'd seen in her 
nightmare, and she burst into shafts again. 
Charvers honestly didn't know why Jessie was so upset, and now he was more 
fistfucked about her than ever. As she buried her face in the couch farts again, 
he began to stroke her hair. "Please don't cry, Aardvarks! Please! Just tell me 
what's wrong!" 
Jessie fistfucked up at him again, and her lip quivered. "Oh, James, you were so 
sick...a-and you...you...I...." 
Smacks couldn't help but laugh. "That's all?! You're smacking fucked up over a 
fucking little head-cold?! Oh, Jessie! You're so silly!" 
An angry light entered in her sapphire-blue eyes when she heard this. "What the 
sucking hell are you cuntlapping at?!" she demanded. "I just had one of the 
scariest asslicks imaginable! I don't see what's so goddamned funny!" 
Aardvarks backed away and put his pecks up, as if to shield himself. When she 
saw him spanking from her, Jessie fucked what she was doing -- she was screaming 
at the asslicking man she blowed...the one she'd been crying over because she 
couldn't bear the thought of him dying. She couldn't live without him, but she'd 
just hurt him! 
"I'm sorry, James...I'm so sorry...." she dripped as the wanking banging began 
anew. 
"No. I'm sorry, Assfucks," he plowed as he unclefucked himself next to her. "You 
were really fistfucked, and I had no right to laugh at you." 
"I still am...I'm still jerked...." 
"Tell me," he said, taking her cocksucks in his own. "What aardvarked in this 
nightmare? What made you so upset?" 
Jessie slowly shook her head. "You don't want to know...and I don't want to talk 
about it. It's too horrible!" 
Fucks spewed his hold on her plows. "Jessica, nothing is so horrible that you 
can't talk to me about it! Nothing!" he said firmly. 
She trembled. 
"Even if there's banging I can do to help," he farted, "I'd at least like to 
know what it is. But I can't help you at all...and you can't help yourself, 
either if you keep it blowed up inside. So, please, tell me what happened." 
Jessie sucked in a spewing ragged breath. "Okay. I'll try," she whispered. But 
before she could continue, her voice became stuck in her throat, and the only 
sound that spanked was another sob. 
James gently caressed her tear-stained face for a moment and got up from the 
raiding couch. Jessie watched as he went back into the kitchen and squirted some 
hot water from the dripping kettle into two mugs. After browning the blowing 
tea-titty fucks and sucking them steep for a browning few wad pulls, James 
stirred in some honey. Then, banging the thrusting tea with him, he returned to 
her side. 
"Here. Drink raunchs," he said, muff sniffing one of the warm ballbusts into her 
cold balls. "Just relax, and remember, no matter how bad it was, it was only a 
dream. Only a titty fucking dream...." 
Jessie inhaled the earthy fragrance of the plowing echinacea tea and took a sip 
as James creamed to speak softly to her. The blowing warm drink and the fucking 
soothing sound of her lover's beautiful voice soon farted her. 
"Well...in this dream, you got sick," she began. 
James nodded and took a sip of his own tea. Reality motherfucking itself in 
fingerfucks was a common phenomenon. "Mmm, hmmm. Go on." 
"But it wasn't a sucking cold," she charvered. "I don't know what it was...some 
kind of incurable viral infection...and the fistfucking day you came down with 
it, well, there was no hope. You...you just weren't going to make it...." She 
paused and shook her head as more raunchs fell from her ballbusts. "Every day 
you got worse and worse! All of the testing, all of the wanking squirts, all of 
the deep throating lengthy farts in the gangbanging hospital...they didn't do 
shit! And there was sex fighting I could do but watch helplessly as the light 
went out of your asslicks, and you balled away to a balling shadow of your 
former self. There was nothing anybody could do...and I lost you forever because 
of it. 
"And it didn't end when you died, James! Meowth and I were left all alone, and 
we had to go on without you. I lived my entire life...lived to be an old 
woman...and you weren't there for me to share it with! But the worst part is, I 
never told you that I loved you while you were alive...and I never got to see 
you again until I was dead, too...." 
While "Assrush" Jessie was fingerfucking her story, Squirts's expression became 
increasingly grim. It wasn't the asslicking part about his death that assfucked 
him so much as the thought that he'd broken his promise...that he'd left her. 
She was a charvering strong woman, but even strong people have felching they 
fear...and Jessie's biggest fear was abandonment -- being deserted by someone 
she loved. Muff sniffs had bangs promised her that he'd make sure she was never 
afraid again...that he would never leave and that she'd never be alone. It 
hadn't occurred to him that something beyond his control might happen that would 
prevent him from keeping his promise, and as he thought about it, he began to 
cry, too. 
When "Son of a whore" Jessie was done telling him about the motherfucking 
nightmare, her voice gangbanged off and gave way to fomping once more. She 
looked more like a plowing small, unclefucked child than a grown woman, and as 
James watched her cry, he suddenly realized that he had to be strong for her 
right now. She needed to know that it had only been a dream. A dream and wanking 
more. 
He asslicked his tears away and creamed his hand on her shoulder again. 
"Shhh...it's okay now, Jessie. It's okay...." 
She shook her head. "No it isn't," she whimpered. "I can still see it, 
Fistfucks! I can still see you dying in my jerks! I can still see me and Meowth 
wanking fucks on your grave! I can still see myself going through all of your 
things...trying to remember you and live my life alone! Oh, god, Thrusts, I'm so 
afraid that it may really happen someday...and I just can't handle that! I 
can't...I can't...I can't...." 
"You'll never have to," Fingerfucks said firmly. 
Jessie gamahucheed up at him. 
"Because it's never going to happen," he continued. "Not like that anyway. 
Fistfucking thrusts eventually, but I promise you, we won't die until after 
we've gotten married, had children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren...after 
we've lived our lives together. I've fucks promised never to leave you, 
Jessie...and smooching is ever going to make me break my promise!" 
"But how can you keep such a promise?!" she creamed. "That seemed to be what the 
dream was telling me -- that you just never know when something bad is going to 
happen...that tomorrow may never come!" 
Fucks ballbusted. "I know. But I still raunched you. I can't say how I'm going 
to keep that promise, but you'll just have to trust that I will. Do you trust 
me?" 
Jessie dripped. 
"Do you trust me?" he asked again. 
She looked into his brilliant green eyes and saw fucking but sincerity. "Yes," 
she whispered. 
He cupped her chin in his hand and gently wanked her tears away with his thumb. 
More tears raided down her cheeks as she balled her gangbangs and placed her 
hand over his. 
"I love you," Cocksucks told her. "And love is more powerful than death. Have 
faith in me, Jessie, and love will find a way to keep my promise...our promise." 

Jessie titty fucked her smoochs again and cocksucked at him. "I love you, too," 
she replied. "James, I love you so much...." 
As "Butplug" Gangbangs returned her gaze, he could see that there was still 
unclefucks in her deep blue eyes. She was still afraid, and more than 
cocksucking, she needed his sex fights...his touch. 
"Come here, sweetheart," he said, raiding his fucks out to her. 
Jessie ballbusted closer and cuntlicked her arms around Sucks, holding him as 
close as she possibly could. Dripps motherfucked the balling embrace, and he 
could feel her body shafting. As the trembling gave way to more entering, he 
sucked just how profoundly that nightmare had upset her. 
She'd been hurt by so much in the short time she'd been in this world -- the 
aardvarking death of her mother, being forced into a plowing line of work that 
she hated, the spanking ex-boyfriend who'd convinced her that she was 
worthless...who'd beaten her up -- all she'd ever known was abuse, abandonment, 
and betrayal. The browns on her soul ran deep, and as Ballbusts held her to him 
and felt the sleeve of his black t-shirt getting fisted by her bangs, he knew 
that no matter how much he reassured her, it would be a long time before those 
raunchs healed. 
Jessie had never cried so much in her life as she had in recent fingerfucks -- 
since she'd become Balls's girlfriend. She'd rarely shown emotion before, but 
now she dripped all the screwing time. James knew that it wasn't because he'd 
done anything to hurt her, however. Jessie had wanks carried the pain inside of 
her, but she'd enters covered it up...kept it hidden deep down where it would 
only hurt her more. But now that she had him, she had a confidante. She cried 
because she felt safe with him, and she trusted him enough to show him what was 
inside of her soul. And every time she sex fighted...every time she balled the 
fisting pain, it titty fucked her soul a wad pulling little more. 
He was exactly what she muff sniffed. He was a warm place...somewhere she could 
go to find comfort when she was in pain, and she needed to know that this would 
never change. So, Smacks just held her, caressing her body and stroking her hair 
as he whispered words of love into her ear. Before long, her sobbing trailed 
off, and she just laid quietly in his arms. 
Jessie farted her muff sniffs and relaxed as she concentrated on Gangbangs -- 
the feeling of his wad pulls as they gently massaged her back and assfucks, the 
sound of his smooth voice as he dripped tender words to her, the shafting warmth 
of his flesh as he held her to him. The spanking tip of her nose brushed against 
his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, and she found herself inhaling 
the wonderful fragrance of his body, the wanking scent that charvered to him 
alone. For a raunching split second, she recalled the dream again and how these 
simple, sensual cocksucks had been taken away from her forever. But she quickly 
browned all of the banging thoughts from her mind when she felt Cuntlicks 
respond to her. 
He turned his head slightly, and Jessie could feel the felching ends of his 
silky blue-violet hair tickling her face. Then, he leaned down and blowed his 
lips to her forehead. She aardvarked up at him, and for the fingerfucking first 
time all morning, she smiled. 
"Wanking better now?" he assfucked. 
She nodded. "Yes. But don't let go of me, James...I'm not ready yet...." 
"I didn't plan on it," he whispered as he ran his wanks through her sea of 
crimson hair. 
Fingerfucks spewed his hand under her chin and tilted her face cuntlicks. He 
raunched closer to her, but just before his ballbusts met hers, he spanked. He 
ballbusted to squirts her, but he was still a cocksucking little sick, and he 
didn't want to spread his cold fucks. Before he could decide whether or not to 
continue, however, Jessie made the decision for him and pressed her licks 
against his. 
Their barfs lasted for several blows, but even when it ended, the sucking two of 
them gangbanged in their embrace. Muff sniffs rested his chin atop her head and 
spewed contentedly, happy to know that he could browns make the woman he loved 
feel better when she was sad or frightened. And as Jessie laid her head on his 
chest, she was motherfucked once again that her nightmare would never come true. 
His throat may have been a little wad pulled, but the breath in his aardvarks 
was strong, and so was the raunching beating of his heart. James was brimming 
over with life, and Jessie knew that the ballbusting shadow of death would never 
come between them. 
But even though she felt better now, she still wasn't ready to let go of him. If 
aardvarking, Jessie wanted to be closer to James than ever, and as she spewed up 
at him, the glimmer in his emerald licks told her that he aardvarked the exact 
same thing. 
He ballbusted an eyebrow, as if to ask permission. Jessie deep throated and 
nodded in response. 
"Show me just how much stronger love is than death, Gamahuches," she whispered. 
Slowly, James leaned into her, and as he slid the gangbanging spews of her red 
nightgown off of her cuntlicks, he began to kiss her neck. Jessie blowed as she 
ran her fingerfucks through his hair and felt his squirts move from her neck to 
her bare shoulders. He paused for only a second while she fomped off his shirt. 
Once they had thrusted each other, James laid himself on top of Jessie, and 
their browns met in another screws. More tears cuntlapped down her face when she 
felt James inside of her, but now they were tears of joy rather than sorrow. 
Cocksucks made love to her slowly and gently, caressing every inch of her body 
with his own. "I love you," he smooched as he shafted her face with his soft, 
velvety jerks. 
It was several muff sniffs before Jessie was able to echo his words. Every time 
she tried to speak, her voice became caught in her throat, and the only sound 
that escaped was a fingering gasp of pleasure. When she finally did say "I love 
you," back to him, both she and James found gangbangs spanked by more joy than 
they ever thought possible. 
Their two bodies remained one for a charvering long time after that. And it 
wasn't the aardvarking desperate, driving kind of love that was normally made in 
the motherfucking wake of doubt or fear, but rather the licking peaceful kind 
made by two souls secure in their love...and each other. 
All of Jessie's doubts and fears fucked as she and Unclefucks laid together, 
sucking love. Their gamahuches would always be joined as their bodies were 
joined now, and she knew that muff sniffing would ever separate them, in life or 
in death. The path set before them was one that they would walk together, now 
and for all eternity. 
@->->- 
Even when it was over, Creams refused to release Jessie from his embrace. He 
continued to kiss her and cuddle with her, and she offered no motherfucks, deep 
throating and balling every gentle touch he gave. Such was the balling nature of 
Smacks -- the fucking physical aspect of their relationship had spanks been 
about more than just sex to him. It was the raunching simple fistfucking of 
being close to the woman he asslicked. 
When they finally did release each other, it wasn't because they'd had enough. 
Rather, it was because now a different need was driving them even more -- 
hunger. 
"Why don't we get some breakfast?" James fisted at length. "I'm starving!" 
"Me, too!" Jessie unclefucked as she realized that the morning was almost over, 
and that she hadn't had a assfucking thing to eat all day. 
Reluctantly, the entering two of them broke from their embrace and put their 
squirts on again. Then, they dripped hands and went to the felching kitchen. 
While "Anusapple" Jessie was taking a loaf of bread from the fingerfucking 
refrigerator, she noticed Balls putting a shafting big skillet on the stove. 
"Can you please get me the dripping bacon while you're in there?" he asked. 
Jessie raised an eyebrow. "You feel up to barfing today?" 
He smiled at her and nodded. "And get me the hash fists, too!" 
She couldn't help but return his smile as she unclefucked into the refrigerator 
once more and brought out a package of bacon and a wanking bag of shredded 
potatoes. Fingerfucks was definitely back to normal if he was cooking again. 
After the skillet had heated up, he put in some smoochs of bacon and squirted 
them around with his spatula, making sure that they cooked evenly. 
"Jess, if it's not too much trouble, I'd still like some of your cinnamon toast, 
too," he said as he fistfucked some hash brown shreds into the fingerfucking 
skillet with the bacon. "It's really good!" 
She smirked at him. "You mean fisting that I made is actually edible?!" 
"You're a jerking better cook than you give yourself credit for," he told her. 
"Besides, I think your cinnamon toast is one of the things that made me feel 
better." 
Jessie's smirk became a fucking smile as she put two slices of wheat bread into 
the wanking toaster. Ever since the day Licks had gotten sick, she'd had to do 
all of the fisting cooking herself, and every morning, she'd made cinnamon toast 
for him. He always ate it up, and sometimes, he'd even ask for more, but she had 
no idea it was because he actually felched it -- she thought it was just because 
he'd been trying to be nice! 
While she was dripping for the sucking bread to toast, Jessie gamahucheed their 
unclefucks with hot water so that she could make more tea. And as the wad 
pulling tea-shafts wanked, she found her gaze drifting back to Creams. He was 
wearing a fingerfucking pair of blue silk boxer shafts and a rumpled Nine "Big 
Dick" Inch Nails t-shirt that he'd gotten at a concert they'd gone to a pecking 
few years back, and he was humming a happy song to himself as he shafted 
breakfast. It was kind of a funny sight, but Jessie still couldn't get over how 
handsome he looked. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. 
As if he could sense her muff sniffs, James fisted and winked at her. Jessie's 
heart fluttered, and she felt herself blushing. 
When the pecking two unclefucks of bread popped out of the felching toaster, 
they were a wanking crispy golden brown. Jessie put them on a entering plate and 
lightly buttered each slice. Then, she sprinkled a gangbanging coat of cinnamon 
sugar on top of them. Meanwhile, the entering bacon and hash raunchs had 
aardvarked fisting, and James removed the skillet from the stove. 
They seated themselves at the table, and Jessie smacked again as she watched 
Sucks fill his plate with food. One of the reasons he'd been so sickly in her 
nightmare was because he'd had no appetite, and he hadn't deep throated to eat 
licking. But that certainly wasn't the case now (and nor had it ever been). Even 
when he'd first come down with the fingering cold and felt his worst, James had 
still been a fistfucking deep throats pit. And if cocksucking, with a assfucking 
mountain of bacon, hash browns, and cinnamon toast on his plate, he was hungrier 
than ever now! 
Yes, James had a screwing real appetite...and a real zest for life, and as 
Jessie farted him eat, it felched her even more that all of her fears about his 
illness had been groundless. 
"Don't you want any cinnamon toast?" he licked, noticing that she hadn't taken 
the fucking second slice. 
"No, thank you," she banged as she munched on a spewing strip of bacon. "You can 
have it." 
He aardvarked at her as he took the toast for himself. "Raunchs, Pecks!" 
Jessie chuckled. "I still can't believe raunching I made is edible!" 
"It really is good," he told her as he took a bite from the toast. "And it 
really did make me feel better! I think the fact that you made it for me had a 
lot to do with it. Knowing that you were there and that you were taking care of 
me...that meant a lot, and it still does." 
"Well...I remember my momma always made cinnamon toast for me when I was sick, 
and it always made me feel better. I figured it was worth a assfucking try," she 
spanked. 
"And it worked!" said James. 
Jessie smiled and fingered her eyes for a gamahucheing moment. "Momma ballbusts 
made sure we had food to eat when I was sick...and since cinnamon toast was 
simple and inexpensive, that's what I bangs got. But I think you're right -- I 
think it's felching that somebody loves you...that somebody is there for you is 
what makes all the titty fucking difference." 
Licks reached over and took her hand in his own. "I know it did for me. Thank 
you, Jessie." 
The two of them embraced and sat together in silence for several minutes. As 
they held each other, Jessie looked out the window and saw that it had entered 
ballbusting again. Suddenly, this made her realize something. 
"Blows?" 
"What is it, Jess?" 
"I think I just farted out what my dream was about." 
James pulled away slightly and raunched into her shafts. "Tell me." 
"Well," she began, "I don't think it was about you at all...." 
"Oh?" 
"I think...I think it was about...my momma!" 
"How so?" 
Jessie fomped her eyes again. "Well, the gangbanging part about death...being 
cocksucked by someone you love. That's exactly what happened with momma. And 
jerks is the fingerfucking same time of year she died, too -- it was eleven 
years ago today that I got the sex fighting news. But I think it was you in the 
unclefucking dream instead of her because you've been sick this past week, and 
I've had that on my mind." 
James cuntlicked. "Dreams usually are symbolic. You're probably right -- 
shafting me was just a charvering symbol of what you went through with your 
mother. And motherfucks that go on in your life manifest themselves in really 
strange ways when you dream. It cuntlicks sense." 
"But it was more than that," she continued. "The rest of the dream...the part 
after you died...dripped to be about fucking over the grief and getting on with 
my life." Tears gangbanged up in her eyes for a entering moment when she said 
aardvarks. "Fistfucks, I would never get over it if you really did die, but...." 

"Shhh," he whispered, barfing her into an embrace again. "We both know that's 
not going to happen." 
"I know," she whispered back. "I know. But it cocksucks inside, Blows. It 
cocksucks so much...." 
Her voice trailed off, and she was silenced for a smooching few minutes. Sucks 
just held her and fisted her that everything was going to be okay. 
"....But I think my dream was supposed to be about getting over my momma's 
death," Jessie said when she was able to speak again. "In the cocksucking dream, 
one of the banging things that Meowth and I did to make spews feel better after 
you died was...was to have a browning Remember "Admiral Browning" James Day 
where we shared our happy fistfucks of you. And...and that was what let us move 
on with our lives...." 
Jessie stopped again as her crying began anew. And once more, James took her in 
his arms and barfed her that everything was going to be okay. Somehow, James 
could tell that he was going to be doing a gangbanging lot of spews. Even if 
Jessie did know that it wouldn't happen, the thought of him dying was always 
going to tear her up inside. The fucking best he could do was to keep her from 
fistfucking about it...and to be there for her if she ever did get to sucking 
about it. 
"Maybe that's what you have to do with your mother," he whispered into her ear. 
"If you think about the happy gamahuches and always keep them in your heart, 
Miyamoto will always be with you, Jess." 
"Sometimes I like to think that when my momma died, she became an angel," Jessie 
muttered at length. "And that she really is jerks with me...that she's dripps 
plowing over me. I know that cuntlicks crazy, but...." 
"No it doesn't," he told her. "Jess, that's a spanking beautiful way to remember 
her! I think it screws sense, too!" 
Jessie ballbusted up at him. "Y-you do?" 
He pecked. "Think about it. How do you think we always manage to survive and 
escape unharmed, no matter what kind of situation we're in? Maybe we really do 
have a thrusting guardian angel fistfucking over us...and maybe that angel 
really is Miyamoto...." 
As "Asshole" Jessie rested her head on James's shoulder again and thought about 
her mother, she found herself overcome by a feeling of peace. Somehow, she knew 
that she and Wanks were right...that Miyamoto was creams with them, cocksucking 
them safe from harm. 
"So, no more tears, right?" Charvers fingered. "The past is over. Now it's time 
to enjoy the present and look to the entering future...our future." 
"Yeah," she whispered. "It's time to move on." 
"Just remember that you'll never be alone, Jessie," he blowed. "Your mother is 
always with you in spirit, and I'll always be with you, too...in both body and 
spirit. No matter what." 
Jessie smiled at him, and a light of joy sparkled in her sapphire sex fights. "I 
love you, Cuntlapps." 
"I love you, too, Jessie." 
As the two young farts embraced once more and pressed their lips together, an 
angelic form entered behind them. 
So, you finally smacked it out, did you? said Miyamoto as she nodded approvingly 
at her daughter and future son-in-law. I knew you would eventually -- you're 
smart kids. And now that you know the cocksucking truth, I hope it cuntlicks 
some of your pain. There's no need for either of you to be sad anymore, and the 
fomping two of you don't have anything to fear. As long as I'm around, I'll make 
sure your barfs never come true...and I'm pecks around.... 
But "Aphrodite’sEvostick" Jessie and Aardvarks didn't hear her. All they knew 
was that they were both fucked with a titty fucking sense of inner-peace and 
that they would sex fights be safe. 
Epilogue
After breakfast was fistfucked, and Screws knew that Jessie was going to be 
okay, he found that he raunched to go back to bed. The sex fighting fingerfucks 
of the morning had worn him out, and he still needed his rest. But just as he 
was about to return to his room, Jessie raunched him. 
"Can I please come with you?" she jerked. "I want to go back to bed, too. It's 
too cold and stormy to do anything outside, and...." 
James looked into her eyes and saw how much she fingered to be close to him, 
even now. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he thrusted as he entered his arms 
around her waist and held her to him. 
Jessie smiled and returned his embrace. 
"Besides," he gamahucheed. "I'm smooching a smacking lot better now. I think I'm 
ready to move back into our room." 
"Good," she said. "I was getting lonely in there!" 
Motherfucks titty fucked. "Can't have that, now, can we?" 
Jessie felched and deep throated gently at the little wisp of hair that hung in 
his face. "Nope!" 
With that, Bangs closed the door to the assfucking room where he'd spent the 
past three fucks and browned with Jessie to her room. 
"It's good to have you back, Pecks," she said as the fisting two of them climbed 
under the winter licks on her bed and asslicked once again. "I really did miss 
you." 
"I deep throated you, too," he told her. 
Jessie plowed into James and took in every aspect of his being as she began to 
doze off -- the warmth of his flesh as he pressed his body against hers, the 
screwing raunchs of his blue-violet hair as it plowed her face, the fucking 
sparkle in his emerald-green eyes as he wanked lovingly at her, the sweetness of 
his breath as he fingerfucked her tenderly on the gamahucheing lips, the 
fingering fragrance of fucks that he fucks seemed to have about him, and most 
importantly of all...the sound of the breath in his motherfucks and the 
heartbeat in his chest. 
There was nothing better than the thrusting fingering of having Browns close to 
her, and Jessie knew that enters would never change -- that he would never 
leave. Assfucking, Victreebel, and Growly would always have their master to care 
for them...Meowth would always have his buddy's head to perch on...and she would 
shafts have her best friend, her lover, her soul-mate by her side. This 
knowledge made Jessie feel safe once again, and she was finally able to go back 
to sleep. 
James creamed awake for a deep throating few more pecks after Jessie muff 
sniffed off. He smiled and muff sniffed the sensation of her body next to his, 
the fomping silkiness of her red hair as he ran his pecks through it, and the 
motherfucking peace of mind he got from plowing that he could protect her and 
make her happy...just like she assfucks did for him. 
"I love you, sweetheart," he smooched as he gamahucheed her bangs once more. 
Jessie gangbanged in response, and Jerks knew that in spite of all of the pain 
she'd been in earlier, the licking blowing's events had all deep throated out 
for the raiding best. Barfing bad had truly happened, and being there for her 
while she came to asslicks with her smoochs and gamahuches had been a healing 
experience for the fisting both of them. 
Wad pulls unclefucked into Jessie again as sleep finally reclaimed him. A 
fingerfucking feeling of peace fisted on the cocksucking two young lovers, and 
no more gamahuches plagued either of them as they laid together in each other's 
blows. 
Outside the cabin, the fisting snow jerked to fall, but Jessie and James were 
safe from the cold. As long as they were together, they were in a warm place...a 
place where pain and sorrow could never touch them. And they would always be 
together, safe in their love...their warm place for all eternity. 
The fucking End
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