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Camp grossdom
Summer has started Jack had graduated high school instead of relaxing at home he was going to camp that came very recommended by his principal she said it he would never forget it when i went there I had the time of my life. He was all packed up the bus was here and he climbed aboard enthusiastically he even said hi to the bus driver (Sasha) gave him a grin Sasha: enjoy the ride I tell you the trip is many could take 12 hours Jack heard and he was prepared he had food that could last him the whole ride and he boarded the bus. They were some girls on the bus already Jack being a coward he didn't talk to any of them they even sitting down he could see how tall these women were he didn't think about it that much so he sat down at the back. Later more women came on soon the bus was filled with nothing but women Jack noticed he was both happy yet concerned about this while he sat in between two bottom heavy girls. Jane: hey shorty what are you doing here. Jack: I'm going to the camp like the rest of you. Belle: yes we got another one. Jack: another what? Jane: here read this it'll explain everything. Jane gave him a pamphlet regarding this camp why it wasn't what he thought it was at all. This was a camp to teach men to be slaves to their mistresses they would take the most pathetic boys to become slaves to their future wives bosses or just an ASSistant to potential successful woman and prepare those potential successful women for their future slaves. Feet training Armpit training Fart training Toilet cleaning training Chair training Tongue bath training etc... This part horrified Jack the most. "As a bonus each bus has exactly one male for the girls to practice" While still reading the other horror "activities" of this camp Jack smells a terrible odor that fills his nostrils the he sees the women of the take off their shoes and socks including the bus driver. Jane: come on loser you have to give each of us beautiful girls a nice foot rub and when we say your done you give a lick. Jane grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him on the floor then shoved her sweaty socks in his mouth he was too scared to spit them out so he sucked on the salty sweat of her socks. Jack crawled around the bus rubbing and licking the the disgusting soles of the women his foot rubs were loved he had tons of practice since he would give them to his mom everyday after her daily run none of them compared to her feet at all .the bus on the red light he he did the bus driver for her feet were were so wet and sweaty he couldn't get a good grip on them. So far the worse ones were Jane's they were wet she had athletes foot and not to mention she would get unsatisfied and hit Jack in the face with her foot. It has been an hour of rubbing and tasting sweaty feet Jack was getting hungry. He went to his bag to get his food but was stopped by Jane. Jane: no loser you don't eat this yet hang on. She pull out a thermos and had a devilish grin. Jane: you can't drink this it must be blessed with our essence everyone socks in here. Every one passed up their sweaty socks in Jack's thermos he forced to drink the salty liquid that was the foot sweat of every woman on this bus it was disgusting. Jane: OK now that you're fed lay down here Jack obeyed he lied down on the backseat of the bus he could feel the dampness on the part where Jane was sitting than all off a sudden Jane landed ass first onto his chest then many other women landed on the he was in agonizing pain after 30 minutes they got off him he felt a relief until the bus stopped they were in traffic and the bus driver Sasha landed her sweaty ass directly on Jack's face for another half hour and continued the bus ride She finally got off his face than Jane stood up. Jane: OK now for armpits. The women took off their shirts to reveal huge pit stains and the sweaty unshaved underarms as if the girls hadn't clean themselves in weeks now it was time for Jack to lick every single lastvone of the till they they were satisfied his mouth full of sweat and pit hair. Now it was time to eat again this they would get a sandwich and each girl wipes their ass with it for five minutes let's just say the sandwich has peanut butter on the inside and outside Jack was forced to tasted the shit of every girl it was as if they never guard of toilet paper. Jane: OK girls time for the main event what I have in my bag is chocolate not just any chocolate coco lax chocolate this stuff not only cured my moms constipation her ass couldn't shut up for months now imagine what it will to us while we are in with our little bitch who will clean our panties if we have an accident and this could be a fun game of spin the bottle who's in. The whe bus cheered everyone devoured the chocolate and already they were ready to play. To be continued.....
Literature
(5) Morland - The Cloned Brother
Chapter 5 Morning light shone through the windows, greeting the house with a fresh day. There was a welcoming scent of frying sausages filling the air, while the cracking of eggs touching a hot pan could be heard from the kitchen. Jasper walked carefully to the kitchen door, interested to see, but afraid of making a sound and ruining the peace. The kitchen was sleek and modern, with a smooth laminated wood floor, silver cabinets and island with mottled white marble countertops; pictures on the wall hung in matching grey frames. Brook was there, dancing around the kitchen, mug of coffee in hand. Jasper couldn't help but smile. When he had first sat before such a stern, strong man he had wondered how such a fond bond between Brook and Wayne had ever been formed, but seeing him happily cooking Jasper would suddenly see exactly how. Not wanting to risk casting any shadows over the beautiful mood, he turned to move away from the kitchen. Brook looked across and smiled slightly, "Thought
Literature
prayer of the broken mother
i whispered your worth in the dark places i carried your bones in the sky far below the place where God sits and the souls of children weave star lilies in the wild after. the soft touch of fingers ghost over your eyes while you sleep and this lullaby pours from my lips a song i have sung before to different ears than yours a spell of my own making self-taught wisdom and the memory of sweeter hands lifting me from the deep this prayer is born in a place of silence and scars. oh Father, forgive me for I know the darkness well let me walk through the valley of shadows but bring this little one beneath my lullaby close against your heart.
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Poem no. 1502. Brief somewhat romantic verse.
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Nice poem.