Poetry writing

This is a collaborative effort, in which we attempt to write a coherent poem through each of us writing one line at a time.
I'll start.
There was a tree with just one orange,

 

Shut the fuck up

 

As the man said "shut the fuck up" to the tree I slowly dropped my pants; taking off my sandals, sock, boxers, but I left my belt on.

I then decided to take off my bag, laying it down with a sigh, it weighed quite a lot, you see.

I fumbled through it, groaning and muttering as I searched for the item I couldn't seem it find. Alas! It was there, in the corner. I pulled it out and admired it's flexibility and purple colour. I spat on it, before smoothing it out with my free left hand. Nodding with satisfaction I laid on my back, pulled my left arse cheek apart with my free hand and shoved the purple dildo into my anus. I started out small, only pushing it perhaps to just the start of the rectum. It hurt at first but then I got used to it, I stopped contracting my arse and started to ease it in, eventually I had it all the way to the point of which where the balls were on the dildo. I sighed as I looked down to my full mast cock. "Fuck this" I said, as I took it out completely and moved to a more convenient position, I crouched above it before absolutely slamming down on it. I screamed, it was so loud that I felt my voice break, twice. I sat on it and got to work on my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth, it wasn't enough, I pulled the dildo out from my arse. Bored of it I threw it away

Phase two had begun now, I laid on my back and leaned back, getting my legs to my head I could feel my cock wiping along my face, it was good. I allowed it to slip into my mouth, before I knew it I was sucking off my own cock, actually, I was deep throating it. It was fantastic! I came shortly afterwards, the sensation was simply too much for me to handle, it was almost overwhelming. It pulled my cock out, still to notice it was spurting out sperm, this was a really prolonged orgasm. At this time the man saying "Shut the fuck up" came over and pulled out his 9'' cock, ramming it straight into my arsehole and came within the first minute.

My bum hurts, but it felt good, the man fastened up his zip and walked off. I slowly rose and looking around for my clothing, scattered of course I didn't know quite what to do. I simply sat there, confused and overwhelmed with desire. I stood up fully and started off with my long trek back home. Of course I forgot about my dildo and clothing, but it didn't matter. My cock was dirty, I was filthy in sweat and cum, my arse hurt and had fluids dripping from it.

As I stepped into my house I,


You continue the story!

 

dropped the soap

 

I looked at the soap dropped on the tiled floor of the shower, my lips creasing up into a smile. I bent down to pick it up, and before I knew it, I felt something prick me, I looked behind me and saw Barrack Obama behind me, unclothed. Obama started small, using his tip to stimulate my Anus. And then he got to work, forcing his cock deeper inside me, I felt dizzy, the world spinning around me. It hurt at first, but I got used to it, I gave up and let him take advantage of me. He licked his fingers, and slowly inserted them inside my anus, before switching to two...no three fingers. I groaned in pleasure, my knee's shaking. I then grasped my hard cock, moving my hand back and forth, the foreskin going with the motions. I came shortly afterwords, the hot, sticky liquid running down my leg. Obama came at the time same, I felt his liquids running down my anus. He pulled up his pants, zipping them up, nodded at me and left. I sat there a long moment, naked, shaking. And then I grinned with satisfaction, knowing that I will finally sleep tonight knowing that Obama was inside me.

 

I come back to this thread and find homoeroticRP everywhere.
Arousing homoeroticRP certainly, but posted in a thread about goddamn poetry.
Ah well.
That night, there is a knock on the door, stirring me from my sleep. I slipped on some casual clothing, and tentatively made my way to the front door, questions racing through my mind. Finally, I twisted the doorknob and pulled, to find an anthropomorphic equine couple on my doorstep.

 

I quickly motion for the horse men to come inside. I tell them to sit down for a moment, and then I told them of my adventures with Obama. This arouses both of them, and they slowly start to pleasure themselves. The male started stroking his cock, slowly moving his hands up and down, closing his eye, moaning pleasurably, rubbing his hand along his leg. The female began to pull her pants down, teasing the male. And then she slowly began to rub her clitoris, back and forth, moaning pleasurably, as if desiring for something more. And then she inserted her pinkie finger inside of her Vagina, moaning louder and louder as she switches from one finger to two fingers, to three. And then the male came, gloriously, all over the females face, the female licking her facing, trying to get some of the sticky liquid on her tongue. The male smiles, and inserts his cock inside the females mouth. She licks at the tip slowly, and then sticks the entire thing in her mouth, moving her hands along the base to the tip, using her tongue to pleasure him. He came again, the white liquid running down her lips, soothing a thirst she desired for.

 

Another knock on the door. I swiftly walked towards it, twisting the knob, pulling it open.
"Why thou in this place of wonders?" said I.
"Romeo, oh thou Romeo, is he here?" said the woman, though Romeo was right next to her.
"Dear Juliet, I stand oh so next to you!" exclaimed Romeo, but he did not care.
I stood silently, while the two went on and on about Juliet's mistake.
I took out my dagger, pointing it at Romeo.
"Oh thou Romeo, oh where ever you be."
I dug my dagger into Romeo, blood running down his body.
He was dead.
Juliet stood there in shock.


valterain you hurt my heart by disliking this. it's poetry from back then.
not your obama anus love

 

Whatever the actual fuck you're doing, Valterain1, you have my permission to continue. This is pure comedy gold. If you can involve SCP-173 as a prominent character in the next post, I'll give you a special item.

 

I need some nice material to go off of, a starting sentence, really.

 

The next day, I'm sitting in the study room, playing video games, when, suddenly SCP-173 busts through the wall.

 

We stared at each other for a long moment, before I slowly stood out of my chair. I crossed over to him, and felt his soft body, yearning for his warmth, I quickly knocked him to the floor, kissing his neck, slowly pushing myself slower and slower down his body, kissing anything I could get my hot lips on. I ran my fingers down it's chest, before placing my hands on his wooden cock, moving the rough surface back and forth. Unsatisfied, I got up, opening the drawers to my desk, pulling out a piece of sand paper. I moved back over to the SCP, and began moving the sandpaper up and down his wooden cock, softening it. I then began, rubbing it slowly with my bare hands, tugging at it back and forth, pressing my body against his. And then he started shuttering, before he came in my hands, his sticky residue running down my fingers. I began licking the sticky liquid off my fingers, the warm taste flooding my mouth, tingling my taste buds. and then I moved lower, pushing against him, sticking his cock in my mouth, the left overs of his ejaculation touching my lips, and my tongue. I quit after time passed, and he left through the hole he made. I slept that night, knowing that I had a cock of a SCP in my mouth.

 

SCP-173 is made of stone. So stony, not wooden.. Speaking of which, the next story you write should be build-up.

 

Well I made a wild guess, I don't know man.
Edit: Also, build-up for what?

 

I...I'm just going to let someone start the next part of the story. I do not possess the creativity at the moment.

 

Shut the fuck up v2

 

Looks like that's your starting point valt.

 

I carressed his cheek as I knelt down. This was indeed his final hour, his dying breath. His mouth was agape and as I heard the sharp gasp for air come from him, I knew it was his time.
I stood in the pool of blood on the sand, and I pulled the rope from my britches. I turned, positioned my rear to his lips and I pushed out as hard as I could.
I guess you could say this was a...

Shitpost.
YYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

So cheesy.
I contracted a hematoma.