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What does Claim/Claimed mean?

I searched through the board results some but couldn't find any similar questions. I see pretty frequently videos will have the tag (claim) or (claimed) somehow in the title. What the heck does that mean?? Is like videos that have been uploaded by users that are now deleted and the video can be claimed for motherless-karma?

Also, Wtf is up with some of that randomness out there?
Meow I'm a frog?
Who the fuck is Uncle Jeb?
...And can we come to a consensus about what to call transexual porn? TS is 2 letters so that shit doesn't work in the search query, is it tgirl? tranny? trans? shemale? ladyboy?

But seriously, what's up with the claim/claimed thing?

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

---

The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

To be continued.

I remember finding this video on the internet of this woman wearing flower print panties shoving frogs into her vagina that was being held open by a metal speculum. Can't seem to find it on motherless, or anything similar. Hoping that someone could upload it, or give links to this video or similar videos.

First, excuse for my bad english. I'm just a frog (little frenchie). I want give many thanks to the Motherless site. I see wonderfull girls and incredible videos, I can expose my ex GF. I'm never alone with you. Thanks.

So after waiting days for approval of several pictures of a 20 year old girl, this is what I get: " This message is to inform you that the following uploads were NOT APPROVED, and have been deleted".

I've been reading many complaints from others on here about how uploads of perfectly legit pics don't get approved and get deleted. Then I run into all these photos on here of girls who seem definitely underaged and wonder how they ever got by those same sensors who don't approve photos of legal age girls. Its a mystery as to how a porn site that exists on user uploads can have such poor judgement of what to allow and disallow.

This site is a waste of time spent and has become less and less of what it says it's all about. If its a porn site that relies on user uploads, then you ave to take some chances on user submissions. If you cant do that freely because of nervousness or some other reason, then try requiring upoaders to certify their upoads. If you cant do that either then find another direction to go in thats entirely different because, as a porn site you're going down hill fast. ML, if you want to become a PG rated site, just get to it already will you. This slow transition into something far watered down from what you were is like watching a frog in water being brought to a boil. Its a slow death that you dont seem to realize is happening.

I for oe, will not be wasting anymore time uploading my LEGAL photos to your site. Good luck with the present course you're on guys.

Hermaphroditic frogs, hermaphroditic polar bears, confused gender-challenged teens. Organic chemicals in the water supply. Thanks, Dupont.

I confess,

when I do the yard work with the string trimmer, I like put the front handle up against my dick so the vibrations make me cum in my pants while I destroy weeds, bugs frogs, and ant beds.

Kinky, She's Got A Frog In Her Pussy!

There was a video on here titled "meow I'm a frog" with an amateur video of a white kid going to town on an Asian chick. I believe it was taken down for some reason, anyone know where I can find this vid? Thnx

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

---

As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

I had fully intended to tell you all about the third time that I had had fun with my wife susan and getting her fucked by other guys, but something happened last night.

I got back from work about 6 pm and was confronted by my next door neighbour Geoff who told me in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of susan's behaviour that afternoon.
I knew that Susan had invited a friend round that afternoon, but what I didn’t know was that the pair of them had got very drunk and the more drunk they got the louder the music had got.

Geoff''s wife Jennifer was not very well having only very recently come out of hospital after a operation.
Jennifer had been trying to get some sleep but had been woken up by the very loud music.
So Geoff had come round to our house to ask her to turn the music down.

Apparently Susan and her friend had greeted this request with a torrent of abuse, and had actually turned the music up even higher.
And this was the reason why Geoff had confronted me when I had arrived home.
I apologised to Geoff for my wife's behaviour, telling him that I would sort it out and that I would make sure that Susan apologised to both himself and Jennifer.
To my surprise Geoff said that after what Susan had said, he didn’t think that an apology was going to be good enough.

I didn’t want to lose Geoff and Jennifer as friends, so I suggested that he come in with me and talk to Susan. To which he agreed, and we both went into my house, and found Susan and her friend fast asleep in the front room. I turned the CD player off, and attempted to wake up Susan and her friend.
I managed to wake her friend up first and told her to go up to the spare bedroom.
She muttered a load of abuse for which she received a slap round the face from me, and I frog marched her up the stairs and pushed her onto the bed in the spare bedroom.

I then attempted to wake Susan up, and after about five minutes succeeded.
I then told her that I would not tolerate rudeness to Geoff especially as all he had done was ask her to turn the music down.
In spite of Susan being so drunk she did manage to apologise to a fashion.

Geoff did accept her apologise, and then said to me that this time he would forgive her, and went on to say that he hoped that I would punish her in some way.
This was music to my ears. And as Geoff had helped me to get Susan from the car into the house, and had seen everything that Susan had to offer, and had even managed to grope her when he thought I wouldn’t notice.

Without a moment hesitation I suggested to him that he should punish her,
he was taken aback by this, and asked me what I had in mind.
To which I replied, in view of the way Susan had spoken to him a good spanking would be in order.
He seemed a bit hesitant at this, so I added that seeing as how he had seen susan's tits and cunt, and had groped her as well, and added that I was sure that he hadn’t told Jennifer what he had seen and done, spanking Susan shouldn’t be a problem..

I could see in his eyes that he liked the idea of my offer.
I took him through to the dining room, and pulled out one of the dinning room chairs and told him to sit down and I would go and get Susan so as he could spank her.
I went back into the front room only to find Susan was out cold, I managed to bring her round and told her that I would not tolerate her and her friends being rude to Geoff and Jennifer.
Susan muttered something at me and I then shouted at her telling her that I was going to give her a good hard spanking as a punishment for her rudeness.
I dragged her across my knee and gave her about ten hard spanks. This certainly made her wake up a bit, and I told her that I was going to take her into the dinning room to finish off her punishment.

I stood up and carried her through to the dining room where Geoff was sitting and he had a grin like a Cheshire cat on his face.

I managed to get Susan draped over Geoff’s knee, and said to him,
Susan has been very rude to you and Jennifer and it was only right that he spank her as hard as he can.

Geoff had Susan across his knee and was resting his hand on the cheeks of her arse.
He looked up at me and I said to him, just get on with it Geoff. Give her the spanking she deserves.

And with that he cautiously smacked her arse.
I immediately told him to spank her harder as she had hardly felt the first one.
And with my encouragement he began to spank her harder.
The sound of his hand spanking Susan arse seemed to fill the room, and Susan began to sob with each spank.

Looking at Geoff's face as he spanked Susan, it was obvious that he was enjoying himself.
I suggested to Geoff that he have a short break,
he agreed to this saying that his arm was beginning to ache.

I said to Geoff, did he think that it would be a good idea to pull Susan's jogging bottoms down.
Naturally he thought this was a brilliant idea. And while Susan was draped over his knee I reached forward and grasping the waistband of her joggers I pulled them down to her ankles.
Susan was protesting about this but she did not have any say in the matter, and I sternly told her that she would continue to be spanked until Geoff thought that her punishment was enough to deter her from giving Geoff and Jennifer any more abuse.

I then turned to Geoff and told him about Susan having an affair a few years previously, and that she did not know that I knew, and I was getting my revenge by getting total strangers to abuse her.
I also told him that because of the drink she would not remember a thing the next morning.

Geoff then said to me so when I helped you get Susan in the other week that was cum all over her hair and face?
I obviously told him that it had been, and asked him if he enjoyed groping Susan when he thought I wouldn’t notice, to which he replied he had as he was not getting any sex at home because Jennifer was not well.

Still draped over Geoff knee but now all she was wearing was knickers and a t shirt., from where I had positioned myself I could see her arse cheeks were very red where her knickers did not cover all of her arse.

Geoff began to spank her again, only this time he seemed to be really enjoying himself.
Each time Geoff’s hand smacked her arse cheeks Susan squealed in pain. To say I was loving it was a understatement. And with each spank I think my cock got harder and harder.

Geoff had got into a good rhythm and was spanking her arse every fifteen seconds or so.
When suddenly he stopped and said to me, Charlie so as I can give Susan a good enough spanking to show her the error of her ways, I think her knickers will have to come off.

Without a second thought I agreed with him, and as a afterthought I said that her top will have to come off as well.

I don’t think that Geoff could believe his luck, and within seconds Susan was totally naked. Susan’s arse was now looking really red, and from where I was sitting I had a perfect view of her cunt as Geoff had now got her legs slightly parted.
Geoff raised his hand and brought it down hard onto her arse making Susan cry out in pain, again and again he spanked her and with each spank her legs got further and further apart and her cry's of pain got louder and louder.

After he had spanked her about thirty times he stopped and with his hand resting on her by now very red arse he told her in no uncertain terms that if she ever behaved like she had to himself or Jennifer he would spank her again.

I noticed that his hand was slowly moving between her legs and that his fingers were now touching her cunt, and I watched as he slowly slid two fingers into her cunt. He seemed a bit unsure of himself at this point, so I told him he could do whatever he wanted to her.

He said that there was a couple of things he would like to do to her, but felt embarrassed with me being there.
I said that if he wanted I would go and make us a coffee while he did whatever he wanted. And to give me a shout when he had finished.
At this all he could say was would you mind, and in answer I got up and went out to the kitchen. Once out there I opened the serving hatch very slightly just in time to hear him say suck my cock you bitch and next time I will spank you even harder.

Susan hates sucking cock and it really turned me on knowing that she was being forced to suck Geoff's cock. After a few minutes he called me back in, and carrying our coffee's in I was greeted by the sight of susan's face covered in Geoff’s cum.

He was looking a bit embarrassed so I said to him that if it ever happens again he can do whatever he wants to her, as I loved seeing her being abused and covered in cum. And it made it so muh better knowing that she would not remember anything the next day
This certainly made his eyes light up.

I then asked Geoff to help me to get Susan upstairs to bed, which he did.
We went back downstairs and chatted over coffee and Geoff thanked me for letting him spank her, to which I replied that it was only right in view of the abuse that Susan and her friend had given to himself and Jennifer. And that it was a shame that we hadn’t spanked her friend as well.
To which he replied that it would have been nice.

Geoff went back home and I went upstairs and added my cum to susan's by now sleeping face.
I had considered going into the spare bedroom and wanking myself off over her friend but thought better of it

I confess. I am turned on by high heel/p[atform stiletto crush videos. Mice, frogs and particularly large rats. Now the vids are hard to find. If its done very slowly and sadistically its great wanking stimulus. Other enthusiasts?? Where can one find this??

anybody know where i can see genki videos. im dying to see the one with the frog

Nice post, Frog! This is one of the original "sexting" vids. Not the prettiest girl, but young with an awesome chubby teen body! I saw it years ago on another site, but it was deleted. Any more of her or similar?

A man was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."

He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket.

The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and... turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will tell everyone how smart and brave you are and how you are my hero."

The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it, and returned it to his pocket.

The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will be your loving companion for an entire week."

The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it, and returned it to his pocket.

The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you for a year and do ANYTHING you want."

Again the man took the frog out, smiled at it, and put it back into his pocket.

Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter?

I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a year and do anything you want.

Why won't you kiss me?"

The man said, "Look, I'm a computer programmer.

I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool."

I confess I must admit I find it humorous that there are so many trolls here watching the boards.. waiting to jump on a link that even half ass mentions that it might slightly contain a tiny bit of questionable topics concerning children... You wait, and wait, and wait.. and when it finally shows up in some stupid made up confession, you JUMP, like a little frog to make sure you tell the person how horrible you think they are.. You refer them to the fbi, tell them they are goin to hell, tell them they are sick and twisted... BUT.... what about you? What about the person, sitting there, for hours on end watching these boards, just waiting... waiting for the chance to jump on something that has to do with children..... Honestly, it's YOU.. I'm worried about... Really, find a hobby... Watching a message board waiting all day isn't going to be very productive... Unless, of course, and this is my true belief, you get a thrill out of reading the fake confessions, you secretly LOVE to read the twisted stories some of these ppl weave... but then.. you feel so bad, so dirty, when you're done... You're little angel's voice kicks in, and you can't believe you got a hard on with that story, or that your pussy got wet thinking about what's written, that you just HAVE to say something... have to tell them what you think... when in all reality... You should be looking in the mirror when you speak...

that's what I think anyway!

Couple behind 'crush videos' arrested in La Union
By Mike Frialde Updated August 5, 2011 - 12:00am

MANILA, Philippines - The Filipino couple allegedly behind the production and circulation of so-called “crush videos” has been arrested in La Union last Tuesday morning, the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) said yesterday.

According to PETA, suspects Dorma “Chita” Ridon and her husband Vicente were nabbed by agents of the National Bureau of Investigation (NBI) in Burgos town.

The Ridons, PETA said, posted bail but are expected to face trial within the year for charges of child abuse and violation of the animal welfare law (Republic Act 8485).

PETA said additional charges of human trafficking and violation of the wildlife protection law are also being readied against the couple.

PETA said its hotline – 0999-888-PETA (7382) – was swamped with at least 200 calls after it announced a P100,000 reward for any information leading to the Ridons’ arrest.

The Ridons went into hiding shortly after media and other animal rights groups broke the story about their illegal activities.
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“Crush videos,” considered as sexual fetish, show young girls either clad in lingerie or bikini, crushing small animals with their boots or stiletto shoes.

These animals include dogs, cats, rabbits, monkeys, snakes, frogs or others that buyers of the “crush videos” would request.

In these “crush videos,” young girls are shown kicking dogs to death, stepping on the eyes of dogs with their stiletto heels, attacking dogs with hot flat irons, snipping off the ears of bunnies using a pair of shears and then setting the bunnies on fire. In one video shown by PETA to the media, a girl stepped on a puppy until blood came out of its mouth.

“The vicious disregard for the animal suffering shown in these sadistic videos must be severely punished,” said PETA Asia’s campaign manager Rochelle Regodon.

“This is a warning to anyone who would commit cruelty-to-animal crimes: the public takes it seriously and will do all it can to see justice served,” she added.

Regodon said the Ridons sold the videos to online clients from P500 to P1,000 per clip.

According to PETA, the girls shown in the Ridons’ “crush videos,” aged 12 to 18, originally worked as nannies for the couple’s children but were later enticed to perform in lewd videos.

“The girls were paid by the suspects to be filmed as they danced in their underwear. Later, they included the torture of small animals,” Regodon said.

“Crush videos,” according to PETA, started as a fad 10 years ago but are now declining in

The other day I was out golfing, and having a pretty louse game at that.. When I chipped one over by the pound. when I went to go find my ball, and sitting right next to it was a frog. The frog then looked up at my and said �{rippit Nine iron��. I was like �did that frog just talk???� but, I took its advance and grabbed my, nine iron, and wouldn�t you know it, smack, right on the green. So, I took the little guy with me for the rest of the game, and he was right every time, had the best game of my life.

I asked the frog, �what now??� the frog said to me �{rippit Vegas!!! �... I though to myself, if it knows cards half as good as it knew golf, I couldn�t lose, so off to Vegas we went. I was winning left and right, I was doing so well the casino even comped me a suite. So, after a long night of gambling, I go up to my room with my new little friend in hand, an I said to the frog �you have done so much for me� is there anything I can do for you in return?� the frog looked up and said �{rippit Kiss me � I figured I owed it that much� if that's really all it wants in return. So, I gave it a big kiss right on the lips, an all of a sudden {proof the frog turns into a beautiful young princess...

An I swear officer that�s how she got in my room�...

LOL

that moment when......you see a girl somewhere, a young one,
wearing a bright neon green [sleeveless top of some sort],
and also a bright neon pink [something smaller] underneath,
and you think,
'mmm, them girls on that bus..--!!'
and you realize,
that this is the power of the internet.

internet porn is SO pervasive that it has emulated a biological trend,
wherein females imitate clothing patterns from frequently-used thumbnail and advertisement footage
FROM THE INTERNET
in order to attract attention!
curiously, this is a thing that POISONOUS SPECIES do,
for the same reason, but with a different message;
the frogs want to avoid being preyed upon,
whereas the human females want to make a sexual display.
ironically, the bright colors they share both indicate
that the resulting encounter will be POISONOUS!

thank god for motherless,
helping me to avoid stds from obvious sluts!

Possibility of a "gore" filter ? Most of us who come here don't give a frogs fat ass about images of some guy tortured in mexico.We just come here for the good-ol suck and fuck sex.

so i wuz in a webcam chat last night and Kermit the frog got on cam and masturbated ...it wuz so fuckin hot...i came twice b 4 he finished

Chick from senor frogs in Orlando

The Japanese reach new heights...or lows.

Sometimes there are videos so disturbing yet that get passed over because nobody notices them. This is one of those times. Behold, the epitome of Japanese ingenuity: the frog orgy.