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Twelve year old Billy lived in a rural village in Montana. Billy's family had sheep. His job was to watch the sheep, and make sure no wolves came. If a wolf came, Billy was to yell for the men in the town to get it. Billy was watching the sheep, and he was bored. He decided to spice things up a bit. Billy cried, "Wolf!" and soon armed men came rushing in. They were angry, and told Billy not to fuck with them any more. Billy cried wolf again. This time along with the men from before, came an anti-government militia group who was pracitising near by. They were all angry at Billy and left him. Then Billy saw a real wolf. Billy cried wolf for the third time, but nobody came. Then Billy noticed something perculiar, the wolf was looking right at him. It ran at Billy and ripper off all of his clothes. Then it started licking Billy's asshole. Billy loved feeling the wolf's tounge go deep into his anus. He started to moan, and his young penis got erect. It was 2.8 inches hard. Billy was on his hand and knees, when the wolf mounted him. The wolf started thrusting his hard, red, wolf penis into Billy's young anus. Billy loved it. Then the wolf's knot started to expand. The wolf then cummed into Billy's rectum. Billy loved it. Then the wolf's know delfated, and he pulled out. When the wolf pulled out, turrents on wolf semen poured out. Billy cought some in his hand and licked it off. He loved the erotic taste. The wolf the licked Billy's hard cock. Billy moaned "Cuuuuuuming" as he sent his semen into the wolf's mouth. Hoan Vegars then came riding up on his horse. Hoan was wearing a Stetson Rincon hat, a beige colored western shirt, a brown Western Yoke Genuine Leather Vest, a Confederate States of America bolo tie, an Ariat Men's Holden Belt with a Montana Silversmiths German Silver Longhorn Western Belt Buckle, indigo colored Wrangler Cowboy Cut Jeans, and dark brown Frye Bruce Pull On western boots. Hoan had a rifle strapped to his back. He shouldered it. It was an antique flintlock Kentucky/Pennsylavania Long Rifle. He shot Billy right in the head. Billy died. The wolf then charged at Hoan. Hoan slung the rifle accros his back, and drew his Cold Steel Natchez Bowie knife. He stabbed the wolf in the throat. Hoan pulled the knife out, cleaned the blade off, and put it back in it's sheath on his belt. Then the leader of the local milita came. Hoan explained to him what had happened. The militia leader agreed the Hoan took the right course of action. The militia leade then said that the militia may be able to helo Hoan one day. Hoan thanked him, and got on his horse. Hoan the rode away. The End.

Twelve year old Billy lived in a rural village in Montana. Billy's family had sheep. His job was to watch the sheep, and make sure no wolves came. If a wolf came, Billy was to yell for the men in the town to get it. Billy was watching the sheep, and he was bored. He decided to spice things up a bit. Billy cried, "Wolf!" and soon armed men came rushing in. They were angry, and told Billy not to fuck with them any more. Billy cried wolf again. This time along with the men from before, came an anti-government militia group who was pracitising near by. They were all angry at Billy and left him. Then Billy saw a real wolf. Billy cried wolf for the third time, but nobody came. Then Billy noticed something perculiar, the wolf was looking right at him. It ran at Billy and ripper off all of his clothes. Then it started licking Billy's asshole. Billy loved feeling the wolf's tounge go deep into his anus. He started to moan, and his young penis got erect. It was 2.8 inches hard. Billy was on his hand and knees, when the wolf mounted him. The wolf started thrusting his hard, red, wolf penis into Billy's young anus. Billy loved it. Then the wolf's knot started to expand. The wolf then cummed into Billy's rectum. Billy loved it. Then the wolf's know delfated, and he pulled out. When the wolf pulled out, turrents on wolf semen poured out. Billy cought some in his hand and licked it off. He loved the erotic taste. The wolf the licked Billy's hard cock. Billy moaned "Cuuuuuuming" as he sent his semen into the wolf's mouth. Hoan Vegars then came riding up on his horse. Hoan was wearing a Stetson Rincon hat, a beige colored western shirt, a brown Western Yoke Genuine Leather Vest, a Confederate States of America bolo tie, an Ariat Men's Holden Belt with a Montana Silversmiths German Silver Longhorn Western Belt Buckle, indigo colored Wrangler Cowboy Cut Jeans, and dark brown Frye Bruce Pull On western boots. Hoan had a rifle strapped to his back. He shouldered it. It was an antique flintlock Kentucky/Pennsylavania Long Rifle. He shot Billy right in the head. Billy died. The wolf then charged at Hoan. Hoan slung the rifle accros his back, and drew his Cold Steel Natchez Bowie knife. He stabbed the wolf in the throat. Hoan pulled the knife out, cleaned the blade off, and put it back in it's sheath on his belt. Then the leader of the local milita came. Hoan explained to him what had happened. The militia leader agreed the Hoan took the right course of action. The militia leade then said that the militia may be able to helo Hoan one day. Hoan thanked him, and got on his horse. Hoan the rode away. The End.
12 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-03-19 00:53:24
You need help dude, a lot of it

Anonymous readerReport

2014-02-22 00:43:49
What a stupid fucking story

Anonymous readerReport

2014-02-15 10:58:44
Wtf is with the stories ending with Joan killing everyone

Anonymous readerReport

2013-12-14 07:52:46
"Brought to you by Penetration Publications." you have to be kidding me.

anonymous readerReport

2013-12-04 17:01:22
I'll repeat the comment I put after this idiots previous drivel. He is a homophobic retard with a grotesquely distorted religious conviction where any sexual deviation is punishable by death, but murder is perfectly alright. He must think he's getting some sort of message across, but the only message being received is that he is so screwed that he's beyond help.

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