The isles of love
Warning, Yiffstar is eighteen plus, if you are under eighteen, GTFO
If you stay and get cought, HAHA that what you get for living with your parents.
If you don't Fap to your little underage hearts content.
So I went to Canton a few days ago and hung out at their trades day... It was boring. Beutiful dogs, and kangaroos, don't ask, but that was it... For TWO MILES! So I went over to the village and hung out at the pavillions there, Got a Naruto bag and a Kingdom hearts Sora plush, Awesome and all of it came from japan, wich was cool.
Anyways, onto the Cubby lovery story!!!
Chance sat on the couch, looking at he cieling fan as it swirled slowely. He had been adopted into the Clowes family when he had knocked on their door, his nose bloodied, a ribe broke, his balls stinging. When he was cought with the youngest clowes, a girl named Krystal, their parents had called Chances to say they had cought him playing with her and to talk to him about the birds and the bees, but it ended in abuse and chance being kicked out with the worse beating he had ever experienced.
It had taken awhile, but he had grown to love his new life. It had been hard, expecting to be beaten for peeing the bed, or fixing dinner for everyone, no matter how hard they protested. But he wouldn't leave now for anything, and best of all, Krystal was there! They had played several times since then, loving the games that mommies and daddies played.
Chance was awakend by his little day dream when the front door shut, Krystal walking into the house. "Krystal!" He giggles, jumping up and running to her, kissing her on the cheeck.
"Oh, hey Chance!" She quikley kissed him back, doing the same thing there parents ussually do when they get home. "I just came back from Gramps. What have you been up to?"
"Reading and thinking about you!" He kisses her again, this time on the lips. Slowley he hugs her as she leans against the door, his tongue plaiying with hers. Chance was a smally Tabby cat, Blond fur except where there were brown stripes, A large bell on a collar hung from his neck, other than that he wore a "Classic" jacket, white sleeve on a black shirt, a small GYC print logo on the front beside his heart, and White shorts with zippered pockets.
Krystal was a white fox, wearing a small plaid skirt and a shirt that say "My dad ROKZ" With hearts around the words.
Of course, what they were wearing really didn't matter as Chance slowley pulled her shirt off, and Krystal unzipped his jackets, the articles of clothing falling beside eachother beside the door.
When they finally pulled away they stared into eachothers eyes. "So... Mom and Dads?" Krystal asked quikley.
"Mhmm." chance said, the two rushing to the living room and making their way upstaires. The quikley opened the door, making their way to the bed and jumped on it. Chance pulled her skirt and panties down, her his shorts and red boxers.
As they lie together he kisses her again, his member against her cunny. Slowley she climbs ontop of him and grinds against his member, the two moaning from there favorite game. Chance grabs her hips and starts to rock back and forth, mixed with her bouncing the two huff and pant from the excitment. Chances eyes closed and he stops for a few moments. "that was close... Okay, wanna switch?"
"Sure!" Krystal pants out, She quikley falls off of him, giggling as he layed onto of her, his paws reaching for the head of the bed, his toes digging into the sheats as he pushes into her.
They had watched there parents do it, and there parents knew they were watching, but it somehow turned them on and they knew what the two were doing in "Secret".
Krystal wrapped her legs around him, her body shaking as they played. His barbs tickled her, and only made it harder for het to keep from reaching her orgasm. Soon she hugged him close, crying out as her juices filled around his throbbing meat, her sex clinching on his kitty cock that now Shot a small load into her, Hem yowling, her moaning, the room was alive with the sounds of pleasure.
The two lied there, huffing, panting, kissing and cuddiling. It was interupted by the opening of the door.
"What that- Can't we go see a movie for once wihtout something happening." There father said, staring at the two who now hid under the covers.
"Just like us when we were there age. Right darling?" Their mother says giggling.
THE END.
And Now for a bonus!
THE AMITYVILLE TOASTER MAKES BREAKFAST CREEPY
SPOOKY TALKING TOASTER
SPOOKY TALKING TOAST!!!
Yum, yum, yum, human hand.
And now for the real bonus.
Niche drove his police car through the deserted street, stopping at a large house and waiting for his visitor. And there she was, a young wolf named Angel. She wore nothing but a see through night gown, the one that her big pedo bear had bought her last christmas.
She oepned the door and giggled, readdy to play "Pedo pounder." As she often called it. Slowley she crawled into the back of the van, taking off her gown.
Niche took off his uniform, one good thing about being a policeman, no one really reported you. When he was down to his underwear he tugged it off fast, revealing fourteen inches of bear meat.
His paws played with her unformed breasts, his lips licking at her prepubescent slit. Finally the fore play was done, and he set her onto the hulking meat. He was ontop of her, her legs spread wide as she huffed and giggled, Her slit was stretched now, but her parents didn't know that something fourteen inches long, as thick as a soda can was being forced into her each night. He Rams into her fast, breaking past her cervix, and his large member is swallowed up with short cries of pain.
From there the two laugh, kiss, and make love, both loved to play pedo pounder, and she couldn't get enough. They had done it everywhere, in the school, his office, her room, kitchen, and even the local playground.
He moaned out loudley, hugging her to his chest as he roared, filling her to the brim with "Bear juice" Till she was full. Finally he pulls away, she eagerly licks his dick clean and puts her gown back on. After alittle bit of cuddling she exits the van, making her way back to the ladder that she uses to climb up to her room.
Niche watches her and drives off. In a few hours he would have to go back to work, and she would be waiting, in her school uniform, a small skirt with a blue long sleeves. The two would play again and he would drive her to class.
THE END