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True story of when I cuckolded my friend and my wife…

When my ex and I had a hot tub, we had a bunch if friends over. Well somehow after alcohol was flowing, some people’s clothes began to disappear. Well as we all drank and hung out in the hot tub, my best friend’s wife, Robyn, was sitting next to me. My sexy wife did not get in the hot tub, and never even got nude(very vanilla). My wife was however, wearing some very short shorts and a tank top that left little to cover her large tits. As far as my wife knew my shorts were on, I had slid them off after getting in the water. Well my best friend, Bob, was sitting on the edge of the hot tub next to his girlfriend. Let me take a second and tell you about Robyn. She was a sexy blonde girl, 20-something, with the slim curvy, well tanned body of an angel, small yet sexy breasts, and had a face similar and body to actress Amy Smart(see pic). Well Robyn had removed her top, my cock grew and I stroked it under the bubbles. She continued to drink as I grabbed her hand as she was talking to Bob. As I placed it on my cock, she gasp and froze, but then instinctively began to stroke it. She kept trying to talk to her boyfriend as she stroked it, so I upped the game. I slid my fingers in her bikini bottoms into her bald pussy and made her moan. Bob sort of questioned her, she said the water felt so good. So next thing she did blew my mind. She shifted her ass towards me, making it looked like she was trying to talk to my wife, who was behind us at the bar. She then guided my cock in her tight cunt. She proceeded to sink my full fat length into her causing her to moan slightly as she rocked back an forth. No one noticed cause the music was loud, people were loud, and all the movment in the hot tub. I just sat there trying not to make a face or noise. Robyn slid up and down ever so slowly, causing me begin the path down exploding in her. As he is talking to my wife about things, and I’m talking to my best friend, next thing I knew she grabbed me leg and squeezed, I knew she was cumming. Her head went down and she got quiet as her pussy pulsed on my cock. This caused me to explode in her tight pussy. She sat on my cock as I pulled load after load into her. She told Bob she had to get out, she needed him now, the water jets got her horny. She looked back at me and thanked me. I quickly put on my swim trunks back on, went over and kissed my wife with overwhelming passion. We went upsairs and I fucked my wife till we collapsed. Best night of my life. Later I found out, Robyn made him lick her pussy which still had still contained my cum then he fucked his girl with my cum inside. Robyn said she orgasmed multiple times at the thought of my cum drowning his cock.

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Emily’s turn

Once Rape Club took over the running of state education, separate boys and girls schools were immediately re-introduced.  The boys continued with a standard education, learning all the things they would need to know to continue to run business, society, governments.

Girls were taught domestic servitude and sexual slavery. Every Friday afternoon one girl from each class was randomly selected, to be driven to the nearest boys school and be gang-raped, one girl for each class. Afterwards the boys graded the girls and the notes were returned along with the girls so that their performance could be reviewed once they got back to their own school.  Correct behaviour earned the girls rewards, just as just as incorrectly behaviour earned punishments.    Today Emily was one of the girls selected. She looked away as she stripped; the flashes from the camera’s on the boys phones were blinding her.  Soon her pictures would be shared online, but she would never see them.  Cunts were not allowed computers, smart phones, or access to the Internet under the new regime.  They did not need them.

Once she was naked each boy took it turns to come to the front of the class and inspect her.  Groping her breasts and ass, pushing her legs apart and slipping fingers inside her cunt.  A couple of the boys had pinched and twisted a nipple to gauge her reaction to pain.  They seemed to nod in approval.  All the boys made notes in the pads they carried before returning to their seats. Once she had been inspected by everyone, including the boys teacher Mr Jonson, she was led to the gyno exam table.  Her neck and wrists were strapped into place, and her ankles placed and strapped into the stirrups. Mr Jonson told to the boys that today’s class was going to be an anal only class and he invited Jake, the class Prefect, up to the front of the class.  As class Prefect, Jake was taught certain skills not taught to all of the boys, and today he was going to learn something new.

Mr Jonson asked the boys to gather round the gyno table and get a good view, most of the boys started to record with their phones.

Before they started using Emily’s asshole, Jake was going to learn how to staple a Rapedolls cunt lips together to prevent her cunt from getting any cock. Emily’s eyes widened like saucers, did she really hear that correctly?  Surely not, she must have misheard.  

To Emily’s horror though she realised she hadn’t.  Mr Jonson handed Jake a pair of latex gloves, and as he put them on Mr Jonson took the stapler from his desk and checked it was fully loaded.  Jake’s teacher started to explain how it should be done, but Emily didn’t hear the words.  She was in a state of shock and her senses had partially shut her off from what was going on around her.

She was brought back to reality sharply however as the first shots of pain screamed their way from her cunt up through her torso.  She bucked violently, her back arching and hips squirming as she tried vainly to free herself.  Seconds later the next wave of pain hit her.  She was screaming, she knew she was screaming but she couldn’t actually her anything.  She was in a weird trance like state, a mixture of fear and pain, that she had never felt before.  The pain lessons at her own school had been harsh, but they had not prepared her for this.  

This was on a whole new level.

Emily wasn’t sure how long it took.  Probably only a couple of minutes for Jake to successfully seal her cunt lips together with 8 staples.  What she did know was that it felt like 30 minutes and 100 staples.. She laid their limp, weak and gently sobbing as the boys formed an orderly queue and took it in turns to take a close up photo of her cunt. She was aware that the straps were being untied and then the felt strong arms grabbing her on each side, helping her up as she was still in shock and it was difficult for her to stand.  Clearly they had done this before and knew what to expect.

They helped her walk over the Mr Jonson’s desk.  A couple of times she her legs gave way and she collapsed but Mr Johnson and the boy helping carry her kept hold of her so she didn’t fall.  Her progress had been slow, each step was agony it was impossible to walk without the staples biting into her cunt lips.  

She was stood in front of the desk, facing it, her back to the class. She felt a hand on her back, gently pushing; she knew she had to bend over.  She complied.  Tits and stomach resting on the desk, Emily felt her legs being pulled apart and her ankles tied to the legs on each side of Mr Jonson’s desk.  Her wrists were cuffed together and the cuffs fixed in place on a clasp on the desk so that her arms stretched out in front of her.  

Emily felt someone grab her ponytail.  A rope was placed next to it and then several cable ties were used along the length of her ponytail to quickly fasten the the rope and her ponytail together as one. The extra length of rope that extended beyond her ponytail was then pulled, yanking Emily’s head backwards so her head now faced forward, instead of resting face down on the desk were it had been a second ago.  Emily could her the rope being clasped into place, she wasn’t sure were, all she knew was that she couldn’t move her head, she was facing forward and would stay that way until she was released.

In front of her stood a small black object, it wasn’t very big but from the lens on the front she could see it was a webcam.  Although cunts were not permitted access to the internet they were taught what it was, and they knew they would spend the majority of their lives being displayed on it for Men’s pleasure.  Webcams were permanently installed in every part of girls schools so that every aspect of their life and their training was streamed live to the world 24/7. Out of the corner of her eye Emily could see a monitor.  It showed what the webcam was broadcasting; it was a close up of her face.  Nothing else could be seen, not what was going on behind her, just her face.  There was also a counter showing the number of people logged on to that camera.  Emily couldn’t focus on it properly as her eyes stung from the tears, but she could see the numbers where shooting up now it had started streaming.  She couldn’t make out the exact number, but she was sure it was six figures.

Mr Jonson told that boys that there was one more treat for them before they started raping Emily’s ass.  Each boy was allowed to put one staple into her ass cheeks.  There were 17 boys in the class.

Again Emily was aware that she was screaming but in her shock she could her no noise.  Her body trembled and spasmed as one after one they took it in turns to press the stapler against her ass cheeks and fire a staple into place.  A couple of the boys hadn’t pressed hard enough and the staple hadn’t gone fully into her flesh.  Mr Jonson didn’t want the staples to come out during the rape and injure one of the boys, so he had pulled them out and made the boys press a new staple into her. 

Emily could feel a couple of trickles of blood from the old wounds run down her ass.

Before they stripped off, the boys took the opportunity to take one final picture of her ass, now covered in staples.  Emily felt Mr Jonson remove the plug from her ass that she was required by to wear at all times.   He began rubbing a small amount of lube around the entrance to her ass, and push a little inside with one finger.  It wasn’t a lot of course, but then she already had plenty in there. Permanently wearing a plug meant one of the few possessions girls were allowed under the news laws was lube.  To carry with them at all times, as they needed to remove their plugs and re-apply lube several times a day.

Mr Jonson was going to go first, teacher’s privilege.  She felt the tip of his cock rubbing on her ass crack trying to locate the hole.  Soon he was in place and gently but firmly eased the tip inside of her.  After half a dozen slow thrusts, each slightly deeper than the one before, she could feel he was now fully inside her. That’s when things got much worse. 

With each thrust Mr Jonson’s torso smashed into her ass cheeks, and every staple dug into her flesh.  The pain receptors were in her ass lit up like a Christmas tree.  So many pain signals were being sent to Emily’s brain that it couldn’t cope. It was like the fuse in a plug blowing because it was overloaded.   Emily passed out.

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Ego the dying planet

No one is going to like this, but I don't care. I do what I want because of ego's demands. Gotta love all these political-optics plants yelling and screaming about the climate lately. Where was this narcissistic tragi-comic theatre back in the 1970s when the climate trends became known and the term "global warming" was first used and there was still time to actually do something about it? Well of course there are a few reasons why this is a hot happening now instead of back when it would have meant something. One is that this topic has now become a popular hysteria and madness delivery system/breakdown device. If you are mentally unstable and about to crack at any moment, then the climate or sexual harassment or whyte supremacy or Trump are all the hottest trains to ride while you lose your fucking mind. You can look all around you and your fellow cult member train riders are mostly in the same mental state you are, so you can take a bit of comfort in your community trainwreck.

Mental disorder has never been as accute or widespread as it is now and that blends well with the fact there has never been more opportunity/easier access to publicly display your breakdowns. Get them views, babybitches.

Every day brings fresh comedy. But don't ever think that it is all spontaneous and sincere, rather than orchestrated and calculated.

Yeah. All the protesting is about human vanity and ego, along with stroking the collective delusion that we are wonderful enough to save the world or change whatever (we're not and we can't). Oh look at me. Feel sorry for me. Acknowledge me. Watch me while I stand up for justices and the planets. Watch us be real heeroze, player. Right.. It is not about saving the fucking planet or crying about racism or harassment or launching preemptive strikes on all white male monsters, no matter how loud you scream and how expertly you cry and piss your pants during your unhinged tantrums. Gurrl please. If humanity deserved an ecosystem that was not dying, a planet not in decay, and a world where everyone plays well with others and we can all just get along, then we would have that by now. We would have selflessly dropped everything at the first moment it was clear that all these things were not ideal and we would have resolved to do everything in our power toward the remedy of each ill. Don't be stupid. Ourselves and our predecessors, who were once here taking up the spaces we are wasting now, how long have we been over the same things again and again and never learned and never successfully worked our problems? It is a perpetual cycle of failure, enhanced lately by all our advanced tools and toys that are now cleverly twisted enough to finally do the damage we've always dreamed of.

Stop acting like the major human issues are new and that they are solvable without a complete redesign of our species. Only our little individual problems can sometimes be fixed; the history-arc empirically proven human problems..well that's our ass. If only we could have been the noble creature that all our fictions have fantasized about and yearned for us to be. The most simple truth, once you have eliminated delusion and vanity, is that we deserve what we get. The only actual deviation from justice here is the fact many other species on this planet undeservedly had their natural course of existence irreparably altered by us. A fate wholly dependent on us only because they were endangered by us and they will now whole ass die because we could not just stop being so very us. Two standard human features, selfishness and ego, were powerful enough to end multiple species and not just the deserved One. This is not unexpected, but still a disgrace nonetheless.

Too late now to prevent mass species extinctions over the next seventy years and beyond. Too late to prevent this planet from becoming a living hell (which has already begun where I live, as pictured above)..but even this isn't much compared to what it will be in 20 years. The Earth has been the luckiest planet out of any we currently know about. The Goldilocks Zone is a rarity and we've lived it this entire time, mostly taking it for granted really. But despite the fact the planet's distance from its star will not become anomalous (shit at least we haven't managed to fuck up our orbit yet), Goldilocks is on her deathbed anyway. It is a delicate boundary between human comfort and human misery. The conditions required for comfortable habitation can disappear relatively quickly but cannot be restored nearly as fast and certainly can't be restored by human hands. In a macro environment like a whole planet, it is even harder (implausible) to arrest climate trends and reverse them. Babybitch time would be better spent uselessly studying terraforming instead of uselessly running your hungry fuckmouth protesting every damned useless thing to, at best, possibly become a useless trending topic on twitter.

Best course of action for anyone at this point is to live out the best life you can. And try not to be annoying.

Try to help when and where it is asked for.

Try to stay the fuck out of other people's business and stop meddling in the lives of others, uninvited. If you are so sensitive about harsh tones or improper words being used in your delicate ears, then maybe it is time to also get some sensitivity training about improper meddling as well. If you are not invited to do something and you do it anyway, you are a fucking creep. That applies to many other areas of life and not just the ones you say it is officially applied to.

Try to stop marginalizing the voices or vilifying the lives of others, due to perceived race, perceived class, or perceived sexual/religious/political denominations.

Try to accept each person as an individual rather than as the group *you think* they best fit into.

If you really want to stomp feet and cry and shout at the true enemy, the main villain, then you need to direct the tantrums to yourself first because it all begins there. You can rebuild that. Changing the world is just words until the change starts with you. Voice and visibility raised in useless protest has no meaning or value to anything but ego. Nothing can ever be saved or fixed if ego cannot be moved to the backseat. It has been driving far too long. We're all fucking stupid. Sit down and shut up. Embrace your worthlessness.

If it is not too late, we need to accept the fact we were never as great as our hype always affirmed us. We will never live up to the lofty ideals of our poetry. We are almost entirely useless trash as a species. Break it all down to that. Humble yourselves as an entire population. Only then could we finally be open to learning from the perpetually repeated mistakes and possibly deserve to succeed with the task of improving an uncertain future. Because, ego to ego, I promise you that all your hopes and dreams for this world will be crushed and no great potential will be realized while continuing to be an assortment of magnificent human egos with all the competitive talking and screaming and marching and pissing and crying and cruelty and ignorance and delusion.

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