If there was one person on which this site depended, it'd have to be Sir Peter James Henry Maxwell IV. Whilst the politics of America continue to divide the world into jingoistic tribes, Sir Peter James Henry Maxwell IV uses His own words as adhesive to mend a shattered planet. Those who would normally fight each other as bitter enemies join hands to praise His existence. One might even call what we feel for Sir Peter James Henry Maxwell IV love. Some might interpret that as being gay, but it is the same type of love that is felt for others, such as Jesus Christ. In fact, it would be appropriate to call Sir Peter Maxwell our savior.
A few months ago, I was a lonely twenty-one-year-old with a death wish, not only for myself, but for everybody in the world. Still suffering from the curse of virginity, I concocted a devious plan that would raise the bar set by the tragedy of September 11, 2001. Known as Farenheit 9/11 (no relation to the movie by Michael Moore), my plan would undoubtedly make history books as the "worst act of terrorism in history." I had everything necessary to do it too, from the WMDs I smuggled out of Iraq to the fraudulent memos that would tarnish the good name of President Bush and allow a man to take office who, because of his softness concerning the War on Terror, would give me the perfect opportunity for the attack. Coincidentally, a new blog site appeared. On the site was a blog by a man named Sir Peter Maxwell, who immediately caught my interest with his savage wit.
Not only did the plan known as Farenheit 9/11 dissipate as I read about the life of Sir Peter Maxwell, but changes occured within me. Girls at the college started talking to me as though they were old friends. They would also mention how a rejuvenated aura surrounded me. The hatred burnt like fat from my body and my social life had a growth spurt, but that was not even the crux of my renaissance.
It was a day at college. I sat alone in the classroom with an hour before the class would commence staring at the wall. Some of the girls I knew entered the class, so I fumbled around my backpack trying to appear as though I had been doing something important. As I pulled out my notebook, a picture of Sir Peter Maxwell I printed from the Internet to help inspire me throughout the day slipped from its sleeve. Ashley, the one nearest to me, saw the picture and exclaimed with immense curiosity, "Who is that?"
"Why, it is none other than Sir Peter Maxwell," I answered. The other girls approached and listened with the same curiosity as I told them about Him and how He saved my life (with details about terrorism omitted). By the time I finished, all the girls were breathing heavily with poisonous expressions on their faces.
"Mount me," Melinda demanded throatily. I've wanted to mount her since I laid eyes on her enormous breasts in high school, but the shock of her words paralyzed me in fear. Neither she nor the other eight girls waited for my response though and dragged me onto the long desk in the front of the room. They forcibly shredded my clothes and tossed them aside. Nicole brought her ruby lips to my erect nine-inch member and engulfed it. Her tongue flickered along the shaft as her hands massaged my testicles. Melynda and Theresa both undid their tops and exposed their gigantic breasts. I enthusiastically suckled a breast from each girl as my hands fondled dripping pussies. Melynda and Theresa then joined Nicole at my cock as Katie sat on my face. I lapped up the juices secreting from her vagina and fondled one of her tits as my other hand groped Ashley who busily tongued Katie.
After the foreplay, the girls lined up across the wall. "Fuck us like Sir Peter would fuck us," Katie said and spread her legs open. With a hand gripping her ass and another gripping a tit, I slid into her with ease. I fucked her and the other four girls mercilessly, leaving them twitching on the ground in a puddle of sweat and semen.
After I brought jovial screams from Melynda, I started the crawl to my clothes, but Ashley grabbed my dick and kissed me. "We're not finished with you."
"But the class is going to start in five minutes!" I cried.
"We don't care. You're going to fuck us all..."
"Until we all cum again," Theresa finished. I was already very weak, but I knew that I had no choice.
"It's time I used my full power," I proclaimed and started gathering my ki. The Earth started shaking, the lights started spasming, and screams of terror came from outside the room, but the five girls were too horny to notice. My hair shined with a golden tone and my brown eyes shifted to a green shade. After years of trying, I finally became a Super Saiyan. "So," I said with a more powerful voice, "it seems I'm to give you five babes another good fucking, eh?" They nodded. "Well, I'll do better than that. I'll give you all two more good fuckings!" I pounced them, able to focus on each girl simoultaneously with the use of my ki.
Five minutes later, the five orgasms I gave to each girl left them shuddering on the carpet on top of me. I almost fell asleep, but a loud banging from the outside woke us. It seemed that there were police outside using a battering ram to break down the door. The girls were too much in a swoon to take notice, but not wanting to tarnish my reputation with a criminal record, I leapt to my feet and gathered everybody's clothes.
"What are you doing?" Katie asked.
"We're leaving," I said. "Grab onto me." They all grabbed my cock, which still happened to be erect, and waited as I got us out of there. In my haste, I could only sense one person I knew still at their house, and so I used instantaneous movement to immediately transport us to the house of Kelly. We landed in her pool, where she was practicing for water polo. Although it must've been shocking for her to see six naked people appear out of nowhere in front of her, what was really shocking was that it turned her on. Needless to say, not even as a Super Saiyan was I able to keep up with the six girls that day.
Anyway... Why haven't I spoken of this experience before? Well, as many of you already know, there is a bitter rivalry here between Sir Peter Maxwell and an exile of England. The exile, envious of the prosperity He has brought to the world and His supporters, has launched a vicious smear campaign against the British entrepeneur and His supporters. Before, there was no reason to share my experience with the world, but now that people out there are trying to ruin the reputation of the greatest man in existence, it is my duty to counterattack the lies with the Truth and save the naive and the innocent from the false promises of their Hell. The disciples of Jesus Christ waited until his death to spread the good word, but I shall spread the word of Sir Peter Maxwell now! The world needs Him now more than ever.
