Looking for a series of videos that a bunch of asian chicks (probably japanese) were brought in to do some soft porn or modeling and then they were gang raped by a bunch of guys. They were almost drowned while dunked in a pool and all sort of other fucked up shit.

summer lovin, had me a blast. met a girl crazy for me. she swam by me, she got a cramp; i saved her life, she nearly drowned.

took her bowling in the arcade, we made out under the dock. she got friendly down in the sand -- she was good, if you know what i mean. wonder what she's doing now . . .

You didn't get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a p********.

You didn't get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate
energy policy.

You didn't get mad when a covert CIA operative got outed.

You didn't get mad when the Patriot Act got passed.

You didn't get mad when we illegally invaded a country that posed no threat to us.

You didn't get mad when we spent over 600 billion(and counting) on said illegal war.

You didn't get mad when over 10 billion dollars just disappeared in Iraq.

You didn't get mad when you found out we were torturing people.

You didn't get mad when the government was illegally wiretapping Americans.

You didn't get mad when we didn't catch Bin Laden.

You didn't get mad when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.

You didn't get mad when we let a major US city, New Orleans, drown.

You didn't get mad when we gave a 900 billion tax break to the rich.

You didn't get mad when the deficit hit the trillion dollar mark.

You finally got mad when the government decided that people in America deserved the right to see a doctor if they are sick. Yes, illegal wars, lies, corruption, torture, stealing your tax dollars to make the rich richer, are all okay with you, but helping other Americans...well fuck that. That about right? You know it is.

I confess I'm hurting and confused. Maybe you can help me out without the usual "got pics" and other sexual responses. Please try not to troll either. Imagine this:

You fall for a girl when you were trying not to, and you're really sure she falls for you in tandem. After a period of deep flirting, she admits she took back her ex-boyfriend because her friends guilt tripped her, and she didn't want to do it, and she's trapped in a bad situation and drowning.

Flirting continues, and intensifies. The l-word looms on the horizon until she turns around and says she has no feelings for you, and she's sorry. A week of emotional hell goes by after she stops talking to you. You start healing for a few days until she contacts you again. She starts flirting again before she says sorry, she's in love with that guy she said she has no emotional or sexual feelings toward, and not to contact her again.

Oh, and she misinterprets your depression for suicidal feelings. She drops a few more messages and threatens to send the cops over just to make sure I'm alive.

Two to three weeks pass before she drops an email offering to talk, saying she set up a new fake email account, giving the name. What the fuck is she doing to me? I fell for her, and she hurt me three times. I'm not completely over her and I don't want to talk to her. I also want to talk to her so fucking bad it hurts.

When can I kum and smell that beautiful dripping smelly kunt I could drown in those juices

2 in 1 confession. I saw my mom naked. She didn't know I was upstairs and she walked out of the bathroom after a shower and we ran into each other. She covered her top but not her bottom and she went right back in the bathroom.

That was the first time I saw her fully naked. I've seen her pussy before a couple years back as a teenager. One summer night she fell asleep on the couch and left the TV on. I went to get the remote and there it was fully exposed and on the edge of the couch (she was curled up facing inward and her nightgown rode up). spam-boner. I started rubbing myself and then got a little daring and started rubbing my dick against her pussy lips. I was nervous as hell and hoping the TV was loud enough to drown out my heavy breathing and low enough to not wake her up, of course, simultaneously thinking of a plan B explanation in case she wakes up. I felt myself getting close and rubbed a little faster. The taboo alone was extremely arousing. I felt my first contraction and it shot on her pussy lips. My better judgment compelled me to point my line of fire away. Grabbed some nearby tissues and cleaned up the crime scene before making like a tree.

Part 2 to story       https://mlps.pika777.eu.org/VA17A062

The doctor pulled out empty injection from my asshole. He put on new latex glove and drowned ot in bucket with lube.Insert one finger in my ass and immediately inserted the other one. It's starting to hurt a little. After a while he added a third finger and it started to hurt a lot and I started crying again. 

He came closer to me and said "Why are you crying ? We don't even started yet. You said that you have never been anal penetrated before. We're going to change that now." He pulled his fingers out of me and walked away.

I noticed him unlocking a cabinet in the back of the room. When he opened the door on cabinet, I focused my eyes through my tears and saw so many different dildos and nozzles. There were also many fucking big ones.

I was so scared that I felt my heart in my throat. He came back with some big bucket.

The nurse brought a stand with a water bag. She placed it next to the chair and started filling it with cleaning water.The doctor pulled out the 12" colon nozzle and put lube on it. 
At the beginning it's 1" in diameter and comes it up to 1.4" and last 4" insertable is 2" in diameter and then there is a stop where the hoses are.
He slowly started to push it into my body. After about 6 inch it stopped, even though he pushed hard. I was screaming through gag as it hurts. 

He pulled out and the nurse handed him a plastic stick. He inserted it into me and started circling it to find out where my large intestine continued. 

Then he started to insert the hose back in, but this time hard. He pulled it in and out until he got it all the way to the 2" diameter. He looked at nurse and then pushed it in hard until the end. She handed him the hose to plug it in and start the enema.

I felt water flow in my belly, it was unpleasant and painful. I was screaming and crying and shaking with myself trying to free myself.

When the water bag is completely empty and 2,5L in my colon. The doctor pulled out 12" nozzle and immediately put inflatable plug in my ass and started pumping. 

He stood up and said "You will be like this for five minutes. Then I'll pull out the plug and you'll dump it all into the bucket". The nurse massaged my stomach the whole time. It was terribly painful.

After I let it all out, the doctor came with a bigger and longer hose, and happily said "Let's have another round". My anal was inside out.

He linked all his fingers together and pushed them hard into my ass tried to get his whole fist in there. I cried the whole time. It was really really painful.

After this the doctor pulled out another one. "This is 40 inches of anal wrecking" I went to cry my eyes out after this message. The nurse said to doctor "She's skinny. She can't take it all". Doctor said her back "I will make her fit it all in"

Part 3 comming soon...

You heard about the olympics water polo scandal?

One of the horses drowned.

I confess I've had very disturbing wet dreams in my life. Things that would not make me horny while awake, EVER!
One example is drowning babies in shit filled toilets. >.> Does anybody know where this comes from. I don't think I can ever be a mother if I have thoughts like these.

Nice wish she would have handcuffed him, or gotten him so drunk then sat on his face for oh, lets say 5 minutes. until he drown.

My Son’s Girlfriend at http://readyourporn.tumblr.com

When my family moved, No one knew the layout of the new house. We’d wander the dark halls those first few weeks, stumbling into the linen closet looking for the bathroom or the guest bedroom for the main. It was easy to get lost.

That’s why this story is complicated.

The house was just an hour north and our old house was still on the market. We moved to get closer to my son’s college, and my wife (his mother) and I agreed it’d be cheaper than paying for a dorm, meal plan, and all the others bloated expenses of an already enormous tuition.

But our son was in love.

With this beautiful curvy brunette, Cecily. An Italian-American. She looked it, but I got real confirmation when she wore these green booty shorts that stretched Italia across her ass. She could touch her nose to her knees when she stretched and was happy to show everyone her flexibility. She was a yoga enthusiast, cheerleader, high jumper, guitarist, and Hooters girl. I didn’t know that last part until I went in with a coworker after a hard day and she served us. She acknowledged me like I was any other customer and I made no mention of it to my coworker, who kept her around as much as possible with refills and innocent flirting. She acted happy to stick around and regular customers, like my buddy, knew the unspoken rule of tipping that was $10 for every hour spent there. He tipped $50. I just did the usual 20%. My receipt got a winky face. His didn’t.

“She must’ve mixed us up,” he concluded.

Sometimes she’d call the house and I’d answer and she’d launch into talking about her day because my son and I sounded pretty similar.

Regardless, she was hot. And I didn’t mind her in the backseat of the car as we drove up to the new house. We had hired movers to get the major stuff like dresser drawers, beds, washing machine, etc, but our personal stuff we decided to take ourselves and that meant extra trips. We’d take Cecily home on our next trip for the final boxes. She was going to the community college in the other town, which broke our son’s heart.

His mother and I also knew that by inviting his girlfriend to the new house, they’d christen the bed with their young love. We were okay with pretending that wasn’t happening.

We got to the new house and ordered Chinese for dinner and ate on the floor because the table had broken during the move and we ordered a new one but it wasn’t here yet. We were all on the floor. Cecily’s legs were spread casually and I could see a bit of frilly panties on the inside of her shorts. Since they’d been dating, my wife and I had reunited our passions. For me, I was teased by Cecily’s outfits and body and even face. She was fun enough to listen to as she had a real passion for music, classics that I’d listened to in high school, so I’d have the occasional conversation with her about it. And I couldn’t act on that. She was 18. But it still got me going so I’d go into the bedroom and enjoy my wife, who was definitely an older version of Cecily. Easily tanned, dark hair, a curvy body that sagged a little with age but still attractive but so familiar that it wasn’t still exciting.

I don’t know why my wife was so into it lately.

Maybe she had an attraction to the girl too, wishful thinking surely, but it seemed like she was in the mood most often after catching the kids making out or even fooling around once. I swear I didn’t peek, but Cecily had our son’s cock in her mouth, and we started doing it to drown out the sucking sound Cecily was making.

It was pretty late and storming.

Then the power went out.

We lit candles and it wasn’t a huge deal as it’d been a long day of packing and moving boxes and it was bedtime anyway so we didn’t need a lot of light.

We wandered the upstairs halls in the dark to find our rooms and we each had to stare at the unfurnished, undecorated rooms to make sure they were the right ones. It was hard to tell in the dark. My wife and I went to our room. Cecily went to the guest room. Our son went to his room. We knew that wouldn’t last.

Well my wife was in the mood. Me too. I checked the end table for condoms before starting and…

They were packed away somewhere.

“Fuck,” I said.

I put on my shirt and had on boxers still and hoped the dark would hide the slobbering boner. I think it did because I passed my son on the way to the bathroom and he didn’t say anything.

I checked the downstairs drawers, the boxes, everywhere I could think I might’ve stashed them. But I’d been gone 10 minutes and I couldn’t wait and we’d just be extra careful about pulling out tonight. It’d be fine.

Back upstairs, I couldn’t remember which was my room. I thought I did but all the doors looked the same and it was either the one on the left or the one on the right and I put my ear to the left and heard the moaning of youthful experimentation and pleasure, extreme pleasure actually, “More! Oh yeah. You’re so good tonight,” and so on.

So I went into the dark room on the right. Just a bed and a silhouette lady ripe for the taking, already spreading her legs, moaning softly.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed. I was on my knees, licking her. She had shaved. Normally my wife was a little hairy and there was something about the smooth vag that was especially nice tonight. I’d always heard that food can change the flavor and my wife had been on a fruit diet lately so that must’ve been why it was delicious and I couldn’t stop myself from partaking. Normally it was just warm up. Lubrication (before the real lube). But tonight I only wanted to feast on this pussy till her fingers gripped my hair and pulled me her way. She made me kiss her. Slipped her tongue in. She grabbed my ass. She lined up my cock then moaned into my mouth as I penetrated that wet, warm pussy. It was so tight tonight. Her body felt so good. I fucked her till the pushed me aside then switched up our positions so she was on all fours, doggy style, usually an anniversary treat for us. I fucked her hard. Her tits swung. I reached around to finger her clit, tease her nipples, she sucked my fingers. Told me to pull her hair. Her ass felt so firm and I teased the anus with my thumb till she begged me to stick it in.

She was really into it tonight. More than I think ever before. Like it was the best lay ever. It was for me. In all our time together, she seemed more wild than ever. Ready to please. Try anything. She collapsed to her belly so her large tits smashed into the covers and she only moaned and begged into the pillows.

I’d definitely made her cum already from the fucking, maybe twice as I got so lost in my own pleasure to completely notice her signs, but I was about to cum. I moaned it into her ear and she breathlessly said “Face. Please. I’m yours. Mark me.”

So kinky tonight.

So I pulled out and she got on her knees by the bed and stroked and sucked me. She never sucked her pussy juices off me! But I guess a great fuck deserves a reward. A kinky fantasy. I was about to cum so I grabbed my cock and aimed for the silhouette.

The lights came on.

Cecily has a black sun tattoo outlining her left nipple.

I didn’t know that till that night.

Her eyes were shut so the cum didn’t get into them. And I was right there, right at the edge, couldn’t stop if my mother had walked in, so I just shot thick ropes of cum across her beautiful young face.

She kept her eyes shut, giggling, sucking at my tip.

I grabbed my clothes and left for the downstairs to let my heart settle. How would the shit hit the fan? It wasn’t my fault! I thought I’d been fucking my wife! It was the new house.

I heard a door and I went upstairs. It was my son coming out of the bathroom. With the lights on we could see each other and it was awkward. I was awkward for obvious reasons. Maybe he was awkward from seeing I was still pitching a tent in my boxers after fucking his hot girlfriend. But he didn’t know that. He wasn’t even really looking my way, so we just passed each other wordlessly.

I went into the bedroom, my bedroom, with my lovely wife on the bed, naked, as up as if still waiting. I got into bed with her, not wanting to let on that I’d already been satiated. I’d have to keep fucking and honestly, I thought I could thanks to the fulfilled fantasy of Cecily.

“Oh you want even more?” she said.

And I ignored her as I was lost in my head, in panic.

She was really into it too, moving her ass towards me so there was a loud smack that jiggled those cheeks every time I pressed deep into her. But slowly she realized I wasn’t on top of the game. “You seemed so eager before,” she said. “Don’t worry. Just let me do it this time,” she said and got on top of me and rode me reverse cowgirl so I could see her ass bouncing and I rubbed my thumb against her anus but she said, “Maybe I’ll let you next time.” It’d felt so nice sticking it in Cecily’s…

My wife never found out. Maybe Cecily and my son did because they broke up shortly after. He broke up with her. It made the trip taking her home even worse.

But to fill his time and loneliness, I guess my son needed someone so he got a lot closer to his mom. She laughed about how much of a sweet mama’s boy he was being suddenly but she took it as flattery that she could replace Cecily.

(hopefully you notice the plot twist)