Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 18:32:15 -0500
From: Roger Bontemps <junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com>
Subject: So Young, So Cute, So Sexy: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER : This is the fourth chapter of So Young, So Cute, So
Sexy. These are the sexual tribulations of a teenage girl, thorn between
her own adolescent boyfriend and a preteen girl she is babysitting. It now
also is about her boyfriend who finds himself in quite a tight spot. Check
your local laws about that kind of stuff before delving any deeper. Now, if
it's okay for you to read this, you're more than welcome to drop those
pants.

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junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com . I'd love to write more of this story, but I
need motivation; knowing there are people genuinely enjoying that stuff is
the strongest motivation of all. This interaction with the readers is the
main reason why I came back to Nifty; I missed it so bad :)

Also, if you've got suggestions involving the current roster of characters,
send them my way, as I need to diversify the sexual fantasies contained
within these stories to keep them as, erm, *engaging* as they should be.

Enjoy!

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My lube-coated fingers glided along Tiffany's tight labia.

"When you'll be older, if you really wanna have sex, you won't need this
stuff. Your body will make it's own and it's gonna flow there by itself."

"So this is why your pussy is so wet and tasty when I'm with you !!"
Hotness.

"Yes. Yes dear, this is why. I really want to have lots of sex with you."
After much sliding, my middle and ring fingers sank all by themselves in
her tight opening. I went straight for her vagina and felt them easing
effortlessly inside. "Tiffany... have you been practising ?" She laughed
before groaning some more, the kind of laugh only a kid getting caught
would utter. I pumped my whole fingers in her with a large grin on my face,
amazed by the depth of my thrusts. It was so unbelievable that she was
seven years old, with such a sexual appetite. "So what did you stick up
there today ?"

"I'm not telling you !" She giggled and twisted on her bed. Little devil. I
stopped fingering her.

"Tell me or I won't make you feel good."

"Nooooooooo !" She bucked her hips up, forcing my fingers back into
her. She was such a wild thing ! As she fucked herself on my digits, I
moved them away from each other, stretching her. She was barely wincing.

"Awwwww come on ! Tell me ! Jeez..." She stopped humping my hand and
sighed, adjusting to the pain and preparing to open up, in thoughts as well
as in flesh.

"I had an art class today and I stole a marker pen." Mesmerized, I added a
third finger. "I played with it in the toilets. I pushed it all the way
in. I was able to walk with it still inside !" My pussy lips trembled as
droplets formed on them. She did all that with no lubricant, willingly !? I
swallowed hard to help suppress the need to violently take her in a
ravenous act of love and debauchery. So many questions were exploding in my
mind.

"Did it hurt ?"

"Yeah. But it felt so good, too, once it was inside ! It felt like it was
part of my body." All my limbs shook as I heard the naked truth. I realised
in shock and fear that Tiffany knew no limits. She could not control
herself. I had four fingers in her now, yet she was still able to talk and
keep cool. She grimaced and obviously felt pain, but she was thrilled
enough to let me keep on stretching her. I moved my fingers back and forth,
feeling the tight flesh walls gripping my knuckles.

"Do I feel like I'm part of you now ?" She just nodded, whimpering as the
pain finally overcame her. Yet, she still had that twisted, broken smile on
her lips. I pulled out, feeling her flesh closing in a hurry behind my
fingers. My hot, slippery hand rested on her tighs and I marvelled at her
heaving chest. "Just tell me when you want me to go back in, okay ?" I
looked around at her bedroom. Dolls, pink and other clear, proud flags of
youth were ruling the place. Having sex in here was greatly disturbing, but
as I took a liking to the twisted nature of my relationship with Tiffany,
it just made me even more excited. I lubricated so much that there was a
wet spot on my little lover's bedsheets.

"Cassandra ?"

"Yes my little angel ?"

"Why does it have to hurt so bad for me to feel so good ?" I wish I knew
the answer to that question. A teenage girl is driven by lust. But Tiffany
? Kids love what feels good, and as such, I could only conclude that's what
she was after. Still, kids hate pain, too. She was behaving in a very
strange way.

"I don't know. Girls are made like that, that's all. You're also pretty
young to be doing this, but... you're doing well. I'm very impressed."

"Really ?"

"Yeah, really. Before I took my fingers out, you were stretched around half
the width of Kevin's penis. I don't even know if what I brought for you
today will be large enough to give you a worthwhile training."

"And the other one ?"

"You mean the one I want you to use to fuck me ? Surely you don't --"

"I'd like to try that one tonight." I bought two different strap-ons. One
to fuck Tiff, which was half as large as Kevin, and one for her to fuck me,
which was slightly larger than my boyfriend's lovely meat. Both were around
six inches long, just like the dick I craved.

"Tiff, it's twice as big as what your current limit is."

"I can take it !"

"The question isn't so much whether or not you can take it, but whether or
not you will faint from the pain while I stuff it in !" OK. I
exaggerated. So what ? I had to scare her a bit ! I just couldn't let her
beg for that big of a dick, could I ?! It was senseless !

"I want to try it ! If it hurts too much I'll tell you !" Why did I always
listen to her ?

"Ok, ok. We're gonna try the big one. I don't even know why, but we'll
try." Tiff laughed a hearty giggle, making me even less comfortable. Really
? That seven years old girl felt stellar at the thought of getting her
little pussy stretched by a plastic cock ? And I was not any better; I was
about to give it to her. I reached into the bag by the bedside and picked
up the big dildo. I looked at it, the straps flowing from the edges, and I
was still in shock. "It's never gonna fit, Tiff."

"I want it inside of me !" That crybaby attitude was the most childish
trait of personality she exhibited at that moment. Otherwise, she was naked
and hot, her pussy glistening with lube and her tiny nipples erect. I
snapped the strap close behind my back and arched above her tiny body,
grasping the wobbling plastic schlong to press it on her moist slit. Our
eyes met and she smiled ! Oh ! How she smiled amidst her black hair !

"God you're beautiful..." She blushed at my compliment, her lips twisting
in a sheepish grin. So this is what it's like to push a penis on the tender
pussy of a beautiful girl ? I had some apologies to make to Kevin as I felt
devoured by the need to penetrate Tiffany with no delay. However, being a
girl, I held back. I knew how painful a first time could be if done wrong
and I also couldn't get any feeling from my dick; the urge was purely
psychological, it wasn't physical. And thank God for that, because
otherwise, I think I would have ripped the tight little thing open. My hand
slid from the base to the tip of the dildo, parting her labia with my
fingers as the dildo's head was simply too big to naturally push her pussy
lips apart. I stretched her opening until she quipped When my hands left
her little cunt, it looked as if it was trying to bite off a part of the
plastic head: what the fuck was I doing ?! "Tiffany, I love you and it's
nice to want things but... I mean, I'd like to give it to you but... it's
gonna hurt and --"

"I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE A BIG COCK INSIDE !!" Her
liberal use of the word "cock" no doubt came from hearing me using it while
dirty talking with Kevin. She was a fast learner -- and a shocker, if I may
add. I moved the dildo up and down along her slit while pushing forwards;
soon enough the sex toy stretched her tight labia. She tensed and winced
but didn't even give me the time to ask if she was okay "Keep pushing !" As
the dildo disappeared into her, I rested more and more of my whole weight
upon the airtight connection of her cunt and my plastic toy. She was so
tight, so hard to penetrate and yet, I sank in her, very slowly, as she
weeped and hyperventilated. But she didn't tell me to stop. She just looked
at me whenever her eyes could open, with a fierce determination. Every
ounce of her flesh was shaking and throbbing and tears were flowing on her
face. I couldn't do this anymore. I just stopped and looked down: the thing
was halfway in her ! I was thorned: it was so impressive of her to have
made it this far, did I really have the right to just pull out and
interrupt ?

"Are you okay ?" She nodded an hesistant yes. "Do you want me to push some
more ?" She shook her head vigorously, meaning a serious no. I was almost
relieved. "Want me to pull out ?" She once again shook her head with a
strong NO!, leaving me planted in her, immobile. I steadied myself with one
arm while my other hand flew to her wet, little flush-red face. I tried to
talk, to say something reassuring, but what could I say ? I was the one
fucking her ! I just smiled with uneasiness and admiration, floored by the
intensity of her young, juvenile sexuality. My roaming hand quickly left
her face and flowed to her chest. Her nipples were hard and rubbery. My
fingers ran in circles around them, sometimes crossing over, stomping the
buds. She closed her eyes and extended her arms towards me. Her trembling
hands took a hold of my breasts, squeezing them and mashing my aureolas. I
felt something moving inside of me and I gripped one of her arms, detaching
it from my chest. I brought her hand to my mouth and I sucked her little
fingers, kissing the palm. Her other hand, the one still on my chest, grew
hungrier by the minute. Driven nsane by lust, I batted her arms out of the
way and collapsed on top of her. Being taller than her, my chest smacked
her face. My whole body melted when her lips touched my breasts. I grinded
my tits on her face and between the cries and moans, Tiffany took a
mouthful of my flesh. Her lips burned my skin and her tongue tickled my
nipples.

I had to kiss her.

Our faces met. Our lips fused. Our tongues danced. Air blew from her mouth
straight into mine as she exhaled in both pain and ecstacy.

A tiny Goddess kissed me with needful fury.

There was hot liquid everywhere. In my mouth. Between my legs. Fuck; our
mounds met. I myself didn't even notice I resumed pushing at ANY POINT, but
I just had to believe I did, because she had the whole six plus inches of
fake cock nailed deep in her vagina. I froze, completely shocked. I felt
Tiffany's arms wrapping around my neck. She held me tightly, kissed my left
cheek and whispered in my ear, her voice still skippy...

"Thank you... it feels... so big, inside of me." Minutes went by as her
embrace died away. Her breathing stabilized. I lifted myself above her and
looked down to where we connected. She was stretched like I never thought a
seven years old pussy could be. It would have been a tremendous turn-off if
she had not been flashing smiles on her face from time to time. But
in-between the smiles, I could read a lot of pain, which she endured
completely silently.

That silence was heavy and intimidating. I didn't know what to say.

"Are you alright ?"

She just shook her head from side to side. Uh-oh. I felt my heart skipping
a beat.

"Oh shit... Ok, ok, I'm gonna pull out, ok ?" She nodded and I slowly
pulled out. There were stains of blood on the dildo -- not many, but they
were there. I felt sick. "Oh my GOD! Tiffany !" Switfly, I pulled out
completely and she jumped in surprise, holding her pussy with both hands as
soon as I was out. I unstrapped my fake fuckpole and looked at it
closely. What exactly did I break there ? I turned back to Tiff; she was
crying. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." I tried to pry her hands away from her
crotch, but she held them there tightly. "Tiff, you must let me take a
look. You've been bleeding from there. I need to know why." Her hands
slowly relaxed and moved out of the way. Her tiny pussy was swollen and
bright red. I parted her labia open and she shivered. Inside, her vagina
was still stretched and it had a few tearings. I felt partly relived at
that sight, because it meant I didn't go too far in. All those were minor
cuts; they would heal naturally and fairly quickly. She would also most
likely keep all the benefits from the stretching, meaning that Kevin would
realistically be able to stuff his cock inside her. I felt bad for getting
wet at such a time, but I fucking did.

"Is it bad ?" Her voice was strangled by the tears.

"No. Not at all. You're ready for Kevin now !" That was the worst line
ever, but I was warped away by lust. Normally, saying such a thing would
have garnered very negative reactions. But it was Tiffany I was talking to
here.

"Really ?" She sniffed a few times, trying to regain control of herself.

"Fuck yeah ! When you'll feel better, I promise I'll call him over and
he'll fuck you however you want him to..."

"Cassandra ?"

"Hm ?"

"Is it bad that I want it back in right away ?" She was still wiping tears
off her face.

"Yes, it's bad. You might think that if you felt full, you'd be better, but
you gotta let your pussy repair itself a bit. It's probably gonna hurt a
lot when you'll pee now. I trust you to be a courageous little girl and not
talk about this to anyone else. Just take the pain, it will go away
soon. When you'll be able to pee without any pain, I'll call Kevin
over. Until then, do not stick ANYTHING in there. Understood ?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmkayyyyyyyyyyy..." She spoke reluctantly. She absent-mindedly
rubbed her privates as thoughts collided in my head. Screaming louder than
the crowd of feelings I had for her, I had this one urge; I was wet as fuck
and I needed to cum.

"Tiff ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Do you feel well enough to..." I reached down for my pussy and started
stroking myself. "I need it so bad."

"No. I don't want to move too much. It still hurts a bit." Shit ! I NEEDED
to be fucked. Oh well, feeling her tiny fingers would have to do it. I
crawled up to her, laid back on her legs and grabbed her left arm, resting
her hand on my wet slit.

"Just touch me then. Please. I need you..." Her digits animated over my
labia, fumbling inside and reaching for my clit. I tensed so hard I thought
I would cum right then, but it was just a big spasm. I really needed to be
penetrated. My arm went up hers and I squeezed all her fingers in a
bundle. I lined her hand, now folded in a conical shape, with my hungry
vagina. Holy crap... could I really do this ? "Push. Don't move your
fingers. Just push." I felt my pussy widening as her hand progressed
between the moist walls of flesh. I was so wet that there was little to no
resistance; if anything, my muscles were throbbing, asking for more. Tiff,
amazed beyond belief, exclaimed.

"Wow !" She spoke almost under her breath, in total disbelief. "It's like
it's sucking me in !" I felt the joints at the middle of her fingers
bumping on my clitoris. The feelings were as insanely good as how insanely
bad what we were doing was.

"Yeah... It's sucking you in. I want your whole hand in me baby. Push it
in. Pusshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I felt myself stretching beyond my
comfort zone as her joints went inside but I was so fucking horny I
couldn't tell the pain and the pleasure apart. As I opened up wider and
wider, I was still leaking crazy amounts of pussy juice, and thank God for
that, because I could feel her knuckles coming. They slowly slipped under
my skin, bumping under my clitoris. I felt a big ball pushing onwards
inside of me while my lips were closing on her wrist.

"Oh my God."

"Pushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I needed more. The way was paved. It did hurt
inside, but I couldn't hold back. As she explored my insides, I felt the
softness of Tiffany's skin, her perfectly clean arm gloriously caressing my
labia and vagina. This was happening for real; Tiffany Walgreen, seven
years old, was fisting me. Suddenly I felt heavenly, I felt better than at
any point in my life: she moved something. Could that be... my G spot ? My
body tensted and I almost came, my arms flailing and batting the bed. She
stopped.

"Are you okay ?"

"PUSH ! PUSH SOME MORE !!" I felt the big dot resuming it's progress
inside. Once again, the feelings overwhelmed me. "OH GOD YES ! YES ! OH
SHIT ! OH FUCK !" I lost it. I tensed so much that I actually sat, as if
ripped out of sleep by an all too powerful dream. Her eyes screamed with
terror, scared by my rudeness, by my gnawing pussy eating her arm away. I
didn't even care. I gripped her arm in both my hands and pulled it towards
me, inside, then pushed it away. And I repeated that several times, feeling
myself weakening as my orgasm approached. I twisted my neck and looked at
her: it couldn't even read her mind. "Fffff... FFfffuuu.... FUCK ME !" My
hands flew off her and I fell back on her legs, exhausted. I felt her arm
slowly starting to move again, then faster as I screamed her name and my
affection for her in near-incoherent blurbs which I can't even
remember. The ceiling, her dolls, her toys... everthing blurred out as I
thrashed my head from side to siide. My entire body blocked out, I felt
like an ocean, covered in ripples, echoing in waves.

I bounced from orgasm to orgasm and barely had the strenght to grip her
stabbing arm when the influx of sensation was too much to handle any
longer. Her hand stopped right before my lips, putting a gentle pressure on
my entrance. I laid there, dead but still whining rythmically as the waves
died deep inside of me, for several minutes. I didn't know what to say,
much less what to do. I felt something I didn't feel during the last two
evenings with Tiffany: shame. This was pretty crazy on it's own, but doing
it with a seven years old ? What kind of perverted bitch was I ? But
ffffffffffuck, it felt sooooooooooo good ! Then I imagined Kevin on top of
her, easily double her size, pounding in her while she would fist me, and I
sighed a long moan.

"Can I take it out now ?"

"Slowly." I felt my inner lips stretching as her hand made it's way out of
me. My eyes rolled into my head as I painfully waited for her knuckles to
get out. I was so oversensitive by then that every movement called for pain
which, combined with the stretching, was almost unbearable. I bit the bed
to refrain from screaming and finally, I felt my vagina closing. Her
fingers were sliding out.

I still couldn't move. She rocked her legs and finally freed herself from
under me.

She walked up to me, walking in a funny way because of the little "fun" we
had earlier. I had tears running down my cheeks, feeling
out-of-this-world. I never experienced something so strong before. She
brushed my hair gently.

"Are you okay ?"

"I love you so fucking much..." She smiled and climbed on top of me. Her
naked body sprawled on top of mine and I enlaced her as she rested her head
between my breasts. We'd have to shower and the bed's covers probably would
have to be laundered, but I didn't care. Through all the bad stuff, this
was still one of the best evenings of my life. Tiffany's joyful purring was
letting me know she thought pretty much the same. Perfect ending for a
Friday. Perfect ending for a week.

Now, I would have to deny Kevin any kind of sex to prepare the next step:
making him so horny he'd come back to the Walgreen's. Yep, that weekend
would be long and painful...

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"Cassandra !" My whispers crackled and my hips lifted off the bed. "Oh shit
! There it comes ! There it comes !" My hand ran the lenght of my dick a
few more times and I felt sperm jetting out of my cock. I barely had the
time to feel the satisfaction when my bedroom's door flung open. What the
shit ?!

"Kevin ? Are you still... oh. Oh wow." Sasha was just looking at me now,
his juvenile face distorted by something way too close to lust for my
comfort. As he ran his gaze over my naked body, I could still feel some cum
dribbling off my piss slit. I was too shocked to even cover myself up.

"What... the hell... are you doing here ? Do you have any idea what time it
is ?"

"I couldn't sleep. It's just that I... well, I kinda wanted to talk to you,
but I wanted to be sure Mom and Dad wouldn't hear." I picked up a Kleenex
box and started cleaning the goopy mess on my lower stomach.

"Why didn't you knock ?! Why didn't you open the door slowly ?"

"Knocking is noisy. And opening the door slowly makes it creak. Can I come
in now ? I'm sick of whispering and I don't wanna get caught !" My eyes
rolled into my forehead as I groaned my response, begrudgingly.

"Alright, alright. I guess it can't get any worse anyway; I'm done." I
wiped the remaining cum off my body and balled up the kleenexes, they
rolled off my hand and into the bin by the bedside. Sasha went in a roughly
swung the door close, holding it back just before it would slam to then
close it delicately. I had to give him at least that: he was pretty good at
being a fucking ninja. I pulled my boxers up, looking at my little
brother. I couldn't believe he was gay. Ever since he told me that, we both
changed drastically in regards to each other. He was only eleven, yet he
was already in love with another boy, his best friend since, well,
ever. And of course he was struggling to accept it and live with it. I was
his exhaust, his relief. And he kind of became a pupil to me. I took quick
liking to helping him. I think it comes down to one thing: brotherhood. "So
what's the matter ? What's wrong ?" I sat on the bed and he sat next to me.

"Well I... uhhh... it's just that... I kissed him." Whoa. Dude. Way to drop
a fucking bomb.

"Wait. What ? Who ? Jay ?"

"Yeah..." He looked down, warped in some sort of bitterness.

"How did this happen !? Is he gay, too ?"

"N... nope. He's not." He was close to crying now.

"Well, did you just kiss him without asking ? Was he willing to... Sasha, I
don't understand shit. What happenend ?" I knew Jay pretty well, since he's
been best friends with Sasha ever since kindergarden. It made everything
even more bombastic.

"He told me he had a crush on Helena. It did hurt me so bad ! But we kept
talking about it because he was opening up and he told me lots of private
stuff. I wanted to hear that stuff." The kids must have talked about
sex. No doubt about that.

"What does this have to do with you guys making out ?"

"Well, we talked about sex and stuff... " AH! I knew it. "... we talked
about kissing and he told me he practiced on his arms. I've kind of been
able to convince him to try it out on my lips, just for fun but he..."
Sasha exploded in a sea of tears, colliding onto my naked chest. I didn't
need to hear the rest: I kind of guessed how it all ended. I patted his
back and ruffled his hair, ushing him gently.

"It's okay... it's okay, little brother..." I felt so confused inside. Why
did I love this moment that much ? It felt so good to comfort
Sasha. Whenever I was down, he was always there for me. Whenever my life
got too serious, he was there, a bit younger than me, reminding me that
there was a time away from turmoil. And now the roles were reversed. He was
a bugger, a tease, an annoyance -- but damn, he was so adorable. To see him
cry caused me great pain, but to feel his cries grinding to a halt as he
snuggled himself against my frame, my big-bro frame, it made me feel like I
had a purpose on Earth. I loved Cassandra and all, but lately, our
relationship kind of turned into some sort of sex-driven fury. I was just
as guilty as she was -- heck, I had been jacking off because I missed my
typical weekend sex fix -- but it still kinda annoyed me. I missed the
little butterflies in the stomach, the nervosity before touching her. I
missed all of it. In a twisted turn of fate, helping Sasha getting through
his own acceptance provided me with that tenderness I otherwise missed
dearly.

"I couldn't help it ! I couldn't hold back !"

"It's normal... you love him..." The words were biting my tongue. I was not
an homophobe or anything; they just felt weird in my mouth.

"But I'm not normal ! I'm --"

"Sasha!" I pushed him away by the shoulders and pushed a fist under his
chin. I looked straight into his leaking eyes: I felt the spike all the way
through my heart. Dear God, no ! "Don't let anyone, ANYONE, tell you that
you're not normal. You're not a freak, not a weirdo. You're gay. And that's
it."

"But he's not ! You're not !"

"It doesn't mean that the other cannot -- SHOULD NOT -- be expected to
understand. He agreed to that kiss, right ?"

"Y-yeah."

"Then it kinda got out of hands because you grew a bit... 'hungry' for him,
right ?"

"How do you know that !?"

"I'm your brother and I've been in love." I smiled, as he did. "And then I
guess he kinda got angry or scared, right ?"

"He punched me in the stomach really hard and he told me he wasn't a
fucking faggot." Poor Sasha... he must have descended from the heavens only
to drop straight to hell. Still, I couldn't really blame Jay for that
initial reaction, no matter how much I actually would have loved to, if
only to have an excuse to whack the fuck out of his sorry ass. I clenched
my fists real hard to suppress the need to hit something and decided to go
with the more sensible approach.

"Did he apologize ?"

"He sent me an email later. He said he was sorry about the punch, but he
was no faggot and thought it was disgusting. He also wrote that he didn't
want to talk to me again." Sasha started crying again and I released him so
that he could once again find comfort in my chest. I kissed his head
through his ample auburn hair while his slim arms made the way around me. I
patted his back and drew circles on it with my hands. Don't cry little
brother, don't cry...

"What can I do for you, Sash ? Whatever it is... just tell me..." He pushed
himself away from me, wiping his little blue eyes with his fists.

"Can I... can I sleep with you tonight ?" Ok ? Didn't expect that.

"Uhhhhhh... why ?"

"I need to be close to someone who loves me as I am." That sentence... I
really don't like where this is headed.

"Sure. Anything for my little brother." I faked a smile as I turned off the
lamp by the bedside. Sasha sneaked behind me as I laid down in bed. I
pulled the covers over us both and after a few seconds of nothingness, my
little brother arched over me and whispered in my ear.

"Thank you... I love you..." He kissed my cheek and slipped back under the
covers. Crap. What was I supposed to do now, with all my tolerance speech
from earlier. Stupidity went through the door first.

"Cool." Wow. Pro move there Kevin. I quickly gathered my courage and
thought of another reply, this one more appropriate. "I love you too,
Sash. G'night."

Then he spooned me, hugging me tight. And I felt it. I felt his tiny boner
poking my ass crack ! What was I supposed to do ? I recalled his face when
he caught me cumming; what was I expected to make out of this ? As he
breathed on me, drifting into sleep, I felt that my conscience was quite
clear, despite the situation. Fuck, I was hard as hell too. Nervosity ?
Yeah, must have been nervosity. Can't be quite anything else. I can't
possibly... no, surely not. And yet, I just jacked off... Awwwww crap.

Did I mention I really don't like where this is going ?

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