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  	As the thunderstorm raged outside, and Jacob continued to pound Exho’s tender, femanine hole; someone knocked on the door, Exho was too much in pain to notice or pay attention but Jacob heard it, he looked over to the door and it slowly opened; it was iHaz in a rain coat. He slowly stepped in and stared at them, not breaking eye contact he slowly stripped down. He stood there, Jacob still thrusting into Exho while Exho let out cute little moans of pain; iHaz slowly removed his panties, revealing he had no genitals, it was smooth down there; like those G.I. Joe toys you would get as a child in the 90s, when you pulled their pants down, it was just smooth plastic, anyways; thats not the point. iHaz had a strange look on his face, wondering silently if he could join in on the fun as well. Jacob responded with a silent nod, still angrily thrusting into Exho. 

Exho had his face buried in his pillow at this point, moaning and grunting loudly into it, Jacob couldn’t last much longer, he had been thrusting into Exho for some time now, eventually he gave in; fill Exho’s tight, virgin hole with his hot, fertile seed. iHaz’s face lit up with joy, sloppy seconds was something iHaz had a fetish for. Jacob slowly pulled his length out of Exho’s sore and used hole, sighing in relief. iHaz slowly came over and took up Jacob’s old position, rubbing his smooth, creepy ghost genitals against Exho’s soft rear; Making Exho shiver and squirm in a slight burst of fear from what was rubbing against his butt. iHaz kept this up for a good few hours, Exho eventually relaxed from muscle fatigue of holding his pillow tightly and clentching when Jacob was doing as he pleased. At this point iHaz, Exho and Jacob were losing their creative edge. 

The pandora playlist has ended and so has their necrophillic induced sexual aggression, Exho finally passed out later that night with Jacob butt naked next to him, iHaz has never been found to this day. 


The Exho chronicals: Book II coming soon. (7/4/2014)


10/10 would read again
9/11 people died after the first paragraph
4/20 were too blazed
3/60 were noscoped
The story continues despite these setbacks


Book II: Exho is Pushit

      It was a quiet summer morning, Exho was sitting out on his deck, watching the waterbugs dance around in the water of his large above ground pool. He thought about his night with Jacob and iHaz so many years ago, still haunted by the thought. He sighed lowly, looking down at his orangé juice before bringing the cup up to his mouth, sipping it lightly. He felt a vibration in his pocket, reaching down to grab his phone and look at it and reading it silently in his head “oi u havin alil giggle m8 ill pop ye in tha gob.” Exho never liked Fflew, leading him to ask himself how Fflew got his number which eventually led him to the realization; Nirvana had something to do with this. He giggled to himself while he flipped through his contacts and found Nirvana’s number, he smiled while he began to type out a text message “Ha ha, good one. You gave fflew my number.” He read over it just to be sure everything was right and then sent it.


     A few more minutes later he got a response, he opened his phone to read the reply “lol… so whats up with you, doing anything today?” Exho thought for a moment, glancing over to his pool and then back to the screen of his phone; replying with “Nothing really, how about you come over and we can just hang out?” Moments later he got another text from Nirvana, reading “k.” Twenty minutes pass and then Exho could hear a slight squeal of bad breaks on a car emit from his driveway. Nirvana turned the car off and got out; the driver side door was a little rough to open, seeing how the 1970 chevy side-step truck was still in the process of being fixed up. Nirvana walked around the side of Exho’s house, opening the gate to the backyard and then closing it. Exho looked over and waved, a smile reforming on his face as Nirvana waved back. Exho stood up and brought a chair up to the second tier of the deck which was the part that the pool was up against as Nirvana walked over.

    “I hope you brought some swimming trunks.” Exho said, giving Nirvana a look, “Yeah, I’m wearing them under my shorts.” Nirvana chuckled, sitting down in the chair and looking at Exho “So how long have ya been awake?” Exho shrugged, thinking for a moment “Eh, roughly a few hours… maybe two or more.” Nirvana nodded in acknowledgment. Eventually after some  conversation was held, Exho removed his shirt and shoes; having already put on his own swimming trunks. Nirvana was quick to strip down to his aswell, wasting no more time as he dived down into the pool; splashing Exho with water which caused Exho to let out a girlish eep. Nirvana finally surfaced, looking up at Exho “Aren’t ya gonna jump in?” Nirvana giggled, seeing how Exho was reacting to the splash. Exho finally got over it, holding his nose and jumping down into the water finally. Nirvana swam to the opposite side of the pool just as Exho surfaced, making an odd face in response to how cold the water felt to him. Nirvana looked back and giggled again, swimming over and hugging against Exho. Exho hugged back, a light red blush appearing on his face but Nirvana didn’t notice. Nirvana slowly moved back from the hug; staring into Exho’s crystal blue eyes as Exho stared into his emerald green ones. There was a moment of silence, filled with the looks they were exchanging; Nirvana then looked away, over towards the back door to the house that was at the other side of the deck that slowly slid open. Exho looked over aswell, seeing Nagisa slowly emerge from the house. Nagisa was carrying a radio, looking over at them curiously. 


  After a series of awkward glances and Exho trying to hide his light blush; Nagisa set down his radio on a chair and stared “So uh, whats up guys…?” Exho was quick to respond “We were j-just hanging out, yah know? Swimming in the pool and stuff…” Nirvana quietly noded. <To be continued>


GUESS HWAT MARTY?

My phone number is (614)878-3368 ←- Nirvana’s 


The semi-colons are my fetish baka...

Baka? What the fuck is this? Japan? Baka Gaijin.


Oh joy's arise
The sun has come again too hold you
Sailing out the doldrums of the moving
The polyphonic prayer is here, it's all around you. Its all around you, out here.  - Rip “fuck her right in the pussy” 2012.
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GUESS WHAT MARTY?

“Fuck Her Right in the Pussy”

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