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A tinkling noise suddenly vibrated against Ramiir Rocha's office. Dale Gribble came flying through his open window, his source of flying was his flapping butt cheeks, parting and slapping shut, causing him to hover above the ground. He carried a golden wand that emitted a white shiny light.
"It's I...."He said, his voice quavering and sounding like a lone star among a bunch of poison ivy. "Am the sex fairy!" He declared triumphantly, as he flew over to Ramiir and ripped off the front part of his fairy tutu and thrusted into ramiir's nice smooth rubbery buttox. Dale pinned him to the ground using his sex fairy magic, thrusting and humping, letting his long "toy" into Ramiir's "toy chest". "Ooh Ramiir. You must do butt clenches cause you are as tight as the governments contact to the aliens." He said loudly, saying aliens between gasps because aliens turned him on.
He clawed at Ramiir's back when he was getting too turned on and satisfied. "Ramiir.....OH OH OH OH." Dale gasped, having his way with his ass. "Ramiir you know what would be so hot? If you farted right now." Dale told him as he coninuously pushed in harder and faster into his beautiful buttcheeks. When Ramiir farted, Dale doubled over, gasping and coughing, releasing his goodies. "OOoOOoOOHhHHh." Dale finished, breathing heavily and serenly all in one while finishing off the thrusts. He slided his throbbing veiny toy out of his butt and sighed as he bent over in an unhumanlike position to lick off Ramiir's ass-junk off his dick.
He then batted his fake eyelashes and said his thank you. "Thank you. We shall meet again, Senor Rocha. And when we do, I will make sure to turn you on just as much." Dale added seductively as he quickly grabbed Ramiir's pee pee and a loud "Honk" sounded off through the hallways. "My my, Ramiir.." Dale said hotly, "I never knew how gooselike your pee pee is." He grabbed it again and as the honk erupted through the school yet again, he took off into the air, dissapearing through the Captain Planet shaped hole in style and subtance.
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Harry Potter : (Aug 17, 7:05 pm)
Harry wobbled into the room drunker then he had ever been. He was lucky he had even found the correct room. He flopped onto his bed and fell almost instantly asleep.
Dale Gribble : (Aug 17, 7:37 pm)
Dale walked into the room in his underwear with a can of beer in his left hand, a pair of hand cuffs in his right. "Oooh yeah dude, this is going to be a night you will never remember, but I will forever!" he said in a high unmistakably southern accent. "Just wait til I tell Bill I nailed a freaking wizard!" He said as he sauntered over to the hot drunkard. "Just the way I like em...passed out. Better for penetration! You will be my little cockroach...and I'm going to exterminate your ass!" He yanked down his soiled underwear and tossed his beer can into the corner of the small room. Taking Harry's hands, he cuffed then to the bed and pulled down his pants ever so slowly. "Wow you sure have a big wand Mr. Potter." Dale whispered breathily into Harry's ear. "And you smell like lever 2000. Mr. Big Bucks." Dale said in what he thought was a hot voice, but really sounded like a stupid southern gay hick. He positioned himself ontop of Harry's ass and pushed into to his sweet buttocks. "Ohh your like a hot beer on a cold day!" Dale gasped as he pounded Harry in the butt like dart board.
Harry Potter : (Aug 17, 7:53 pm)
WHAT IN THE FLYING F....U...C...K!!! You can't freaking go in peoples rooms and rape them you sick mother !@%#@$ Get a freaking life...
Dale Girbble : (Aug 18 ,3:02 pm)
"My job here is done." Dale gribble said after lighting a cigarette. "You'e good Mr. Harry, but not good enough. You have just been bugged. That's right, what we just did? There is a micro chip up your arse, a spy you could say. I'd avoid eating bean burritos if I were you, now I must report to Bill." Dale walked out of Harry's room, naked and all without so much as retrieving his soiled undies.
Harry Potter : (Aug 18, 3:26 pm)
I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen.... |
