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Eddy The
Tomboy
Or
How I Learned to Love the Bomb
(An Erotic Horror Story)
by
Hunsi
(Bad Robot)
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Chapter I
Eddy The Tomboy
It’s summer in Knocksville,
and that means baseball to Eddie Getty.
At the moment, we find Eddy, aka Elizabeth Getty, at home, extremely unhappy having been
pinned down by Mommy Dearest and made to listen to her gripe instead of running
out the door and onto the Knocksville Ballers diamond down at
“I told you, Lizzy,
baseball is for boys, not girls who should be home with their mothers honing up
on her homemaking skills and learning how to look and dress-up pretty, or the
man above be forgiven, you look to everyone in the neighthood
like a gone girl. And no one likes a ragamuffin,
out of order girl, gone girl. Especially
those girl’s who will be starting high School next
month.”
“Oh, give me a break, Mom,” she moaned, as she
continued on lacing up her cleats. Then,
once upright again, she straightened the bill on her ‘Knocksville
Ballers’ cap, she said quietly, though most
assuredly, “Okay, Mom, whatever. I’ll see
you at 4.”
“Wait, wait, are you wearing that new Daisy-Mazzy bra & cami set I just
bought you beneath those pinstripes? If
you are, then I’m sorry. No matter how
much it displeases you to hear me say it, those triple-A lemons of yours a
going the way of a pair of B-cup peaches and into the realm of Mount Olympus in
very short order.”
“In other words, it’s either armor plating
to disguise the fact that you’re a girl playing on a boy’s team, or you’re not
going to like the crash landing.”
“That is if you’re still keen on pursuing
this silly sleight of hand game you’re playing.
Telling yourself that your extremely astute coach
doesn’t know, and that it’s alright with you that he carry on treating you like
a battler, the tough boy, and leave the silk glove treatment for the
girlie-boys sitting on the bench.”
“Yeah, Mom, wherever,” Eddy scoffed, “Nice theory,
and I’d like to talk to you about it, but right now I gotta
go.” Then after making like she was grapping
her crotch, she pounded her fist into her mitt, then turned and walked out the
door.”
Well, what can I say that I haven’t
already? Eddy, aka
Elizabeth Getty, is one tough little girl, No?
In fact, calling her ‘butch’ doesn’t even come close to covering it. But in truth she was everything but the
crass, crude tough girl in a jock she appeared to be.
To be more succinct, she was quite the cutie
lil’ head turner.
The kind of girl that made boys want to extend
every curtesy, and saintly men’s dicks to rise.
At 4’8”, thin and delicate and yummy as a
strawberry crepe, she would’ve topped the list of any man’s choice for
breakfast, lunch or dinner or any time he wasn’t yet dead. Yet here she is playing tough with the boys,
day in, day out, and even given the war that it was, not one of then jocks ever
came to beating her down.
----
Chap 2
Eddy, our tomboy, ran like the wind to catch
up for lost time.
Upon her arrival, she saw that the boys on
the Knocksville Ballers were
still on the field practicing, so she decided to wait it out sitting in the dugout
so she’d be first on the field when her team, the Bobby Socks Dingers took the
field.
“Hey, Eddy, how’s it hanging,” Sally Taylor,
cheerfully called out as skipped her way over to the dugout to wait it out aloneside her friend.
“Hi, yah, Sal.”
“Hi,ya
back. I see the “Dinger’s are still at it. What hogs.
“Oh look, here comes Buster Manson,” she said
while pointing toward the ruggedly handsome shortstop who
was walking off the field and towards them.
“I wonder that he wants?”
“Don’t know,” Eddy replied. Maybe he’s looking to give me congrats for
that liner I snagged five feet outside the third base line in our win over the Knocksville Smashers.”
“You think?
Well, say what will, it was a beauty.”
“Hey, Eddy,” Buster said, leaning on the the cyclone fense that fronted the
dugout. That was some play you made the
other day.”
“Thanks, Bro, coming from you that is saying
something.”
“Yeah, well, whatever. I just want you to know that everyone is
talking about your ‘go get’um’ balling skills
and your ball-busting tenacity.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, well, they’re talking about something
else too.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Well, you know that Billy Brown our third base
men is moving away next week, right?”
“Yeah, I heard. His daddy has himself a new job.”
“Yeah, well, have also heard that everyone
has their eyes fixed on you to replace him?”
“Really, honest injun?”
“Hell yeah. I mean you might be a tiny lil’ mite, but
you the chops of a bulldog. With
you on Third, me at Short, and Scooter Mcgee on the
mound, man oh man oh man, the Dinger’s will be the best damn team Knocksville has ever seem.”
“Plus, you’re not only tough but pretty and
sweet as a cone with spinkles. The kind of stuff a fella
just got to lick and dig into with everything he’s got.”
“Hum?” And that’s a compliment?”
“Hey, I’m just saying it as it is, so don’t
go throwing no daggers at no innocent man.”
On that she had to laugh. “Yeah, well, laugh if you want, but everyone
knows it’s rock solid true.”
“Anyway, that ain’t
come to talk about.”
“No?”
“No!
I came to ask if you know who Butch Gage is?”
“Yeah, he’s the coach of the Knocksville Tigers.”
“Yep, that’s him, and man oh man does he have
hots for your ball handling skills. I mean they don’t come no
better. The way you caress them balls, your grip so firm yet not so firm as
squeeze the life out of them.”
“Oh, yeah, he said that?”
“Yep, he said it gets him hot just watching
you play!”
“Yeah, well when you see him again, tell him
thanks.”
“You tell him.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.
That’s what I come to tell you.
He wants to see you at the Tiger’s clubHouse
and he asked me to bring you.”
“The clubhouse, me?”
“Yeah, sure. You see,
to join the club you got to hang with the gang.
Then, of course, there there are matters of initiation
that you got to do if want to become part of a winning team.”
“Mostly get to know everyone on a personal
level, their likes & dislikes and how best to soothe the beast in
them. You know, to show them that tough
boy side of you as well as your softer malleable girlie side, which when you
think about it ain’t so bad.
“Oh, I know, you don’t much like thinking
about all that, and at the moment there ain’t much
there to be thinking about. But trust
me, as sure as the sun shines & weeds grow, you’re going to have plenty
enough to share with teammates & friends & foes alike, and whenever
they like. So you see,
that so bad, not at all.”
“Not so bad?”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I said and I’m
sticking to it. I mean, what we’re talking about here is your joining Butch
Gage’s team.”
“I mean think about
it,” Buster said rather emphatically. “Butch
Gage, a man who played in the Major Leagues for 8 years is not your everday Joe. With a career
batting average of 302, the man who knows baseball, and he knows discipline,
and he knows how to train a newbie who’s got some talent, but as of yet,
doesn’t know how to use it.”
“He calls them ‘Meat Heads,’ cus they don’t have much between their’s
ears, though they do have the skills & the knowhow
to float like a butterfly & sting like a bee – meaning they can kick ass,
and that’s what he sees in you. A rare
talent that can raise hell at the plate to boost your stats, or bunt and offer
up their ass for the good of the team.”
“Now, I really can’t say how much punting
you’re going to be doing around here, but since you’re the rookie, I’d say it’d
be wise to bring some vaseline
along with you to practice.”
“All the boys go through that?”
“Well, first off, the ain’t rookies like you. But they sure as hell are
lugs nuts, so with them it’s more like bloody noses to keep them in line.”
“Good golly, what am I getting myself into?”
“Look,” Buster said, “If it helps, I’ll get
Janie Rainey to be there to hold your hand.
You know her don’t you?”
“Yes, of course, she’s a hussy from square
one and Butch Gage’s girlfriend. She’s
already 15, a year ahead of me, and Butch’s girlfriend.”
“Wrong, you dolt! She’s
not his girlfriend. She’s his ‘main
Squeeze’.”
Well, excus-s-s-me,
Mr. Nitpick.” She’s his sque-e-eze!” Okay?”
“Look, you want to run with the big boys
you’ve got strap on the jock and speak their language.”
“Okay, Okay, so what about Janie Rainey?
“Well, I was just thinking out loud that
maybe you’d feel better if she was there to hold your hand while you go through
all that initiation rigmarole.”
“Yeah, okay.
She is every bit the hussy & don’t play ball, but she’s always been
nice to me.”
“Okay then it’s settled. Practice will over for me in about 30 minutes
so you just hold tight until I give her a call.”
-----
30 Minutes After
Practice . . .
Hey, Eddy,” our young tomboy heard from the
sidelines. Looking up from her crouched
over stance, she saw Janie Rainey waving to her from the
sidelines.
“Hey, you too,” Eddy yelled back, as she ran
over to talk to her.
“Buster called me. He said you needed someone to hold your
hand.”
“Yeah, well I’m a big boy, it’s just that
you know your way around and I don’t. I
mean, I’ve never even been to the clubhouse and you have.”
“Yeah, I know. I know my way around. No problem, I’ll hold your hand if that’s
what you want!”
So she did, and our little
tomboy followed, walking the distance through Knocksille’s
downtown civic center and into the the city park
where the clubhouse was to be found.
“This is it, the clubhouse, inside a gardener’s
tool shed?”
“No, jerk off, it’s on the otherside. Damn, what
a dimwit,” Janie scald, and then with a mighty tug, nearly jerked Eddy off her
feet, “This way, you lug nut!”
And so the lug nut stumbled along behind until
coming to front a door upon which a picture on baseball slugger slamming one
out of the park had been painted on the door.
“Wait, wait,” Eddy said, feeling a bit of
the jitters. “Can you please explain to
me why exactly it is we’ve come here?
“Oh lordy, will
you stop being such a puss. You know
damn well why we’re here. It’s called initation, and it’s something they do to teach you how it
is they expect you to navigate your way through a sea of cocks.
“Besides, you said that Butch Gage was a
hero of yours, someone you want to please.”
“No fault there, of
course. He’s still a great player who knows the game
like none other, and if I might add, nothing less than dreamboat that any girl
could wish to ride.”
“So, what’cha say
we get this party going,” she said as she opened the door to the sound of
hooting & hallowing boys over the sound of a ball game playing on TV and racked
pool balls being busted up.
“Looks like fun, hu?”
Come, let’s get your butt in gear,”
Janie said as she opened the door to step in.
“Oh wait, I forgot to ask.
“You’re not on the rag or anything are you?”
“What?” Eddy said with a start.
“You know!
The rag, the plug, the stopper!”
“No, how disgusting!
Besides, how does that matter?”
“Haha,” Jamie
giggled as she swung the door open and stepped in.
“Hi’ya everyone,”
Janie called out. as she walked in with
an all too womanly hip swaying strut.
“Anyone got a nickle
for a kiss, a dime for a squeeze, or a quarter to offer an expert in unsticking a stuck zipper?
I’m taking orders.”
The boys laughed and yahooed it up to the
tune of zippers zipping up and down.
That is until Butch Gage came up and lifed her
off her feet. If you’re going to fix stuck
zippers you got to do mine first.”
“Hey, who’s this? Billy Buck the 1st
basemen asked from aside while pointing at Eddy.
“That’s Eddy Getty who is looking to join
our team, Butch Gage replied more in the way of a pronouncement than not.”
“Now you guys finish up on the bells and get
to the bench presses while I see about getting my zipper fixed.”
“Oh, yeah, and you Eddy, I want you in the weight
room to spot for the powerlifters to insure safety,
and not just to sit there grinning while watching those jerk off’s jacking off.”
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Chapter 3
That night at home in her bed she tossed
& turned restlessly, fearing she might not get any rest at all that night.
Though not due to any wrong doings during the
3 hours she spend at the clubhouse, spotting for the boys, and spotting some things
beneath their shorts that no 13 year old girl ought to be spotting, nor spend
time dodging, nor pretend that it was
all old hat, and nothing she hadn’t seen before.
It was all a guise, of course, so as not to
come off the innocent, and in process, punch a hole in her tough boy image.
It was an easy enough act to pull off with respect
to the boys who tend to speak with their cocks, and as she was soon to discover,
so did the big boy, Butch, who wasted zero time taking her up and in his arms
and then pressed and slid his cock along her belly while licking her face like
a cone.
“Now there’s 3rd baseman for you
boys, a real player,” he chuckled while pulling down the back of her panties
slap her ass . . .
“Today you were the spotter, tomorrow the masseuse!”
----
To say that her world had flipped from her all
comsuming passion for baseball, baseball, baseball,
to feeling that very same passion for a man and his team, would have seemed all
but impossible had you asked the day before.
But that was exactly how it went down,
starting that very night when lying in bed, she ran her fingers over her belly
and over and under her panties.
An exercise in ‘self-abuse’, (strange
term that,no?), that felt
electric, all consuming, and throughout the digital exercise in self-abuse not
a single thought about baseball entered her head. It seemed as if lost to her, and in its
place, a kaleidoscope of feelings that were all too new to her, and not likely
to disappear over night as had her passion for baseball.
-----
Chapter 4
Eddy is introduced to Tiger, aka Fido, the club mascot.
The next morning she is shaken out of early,
as her mother need her
to run to the store to buy some goods for breakfast.
“Okay, she replied as she start to gather up
her Knocksville Ballers
pinstripe uniform, cap, cleats & glove to make the run.
“Oh know you don’t. Half the town is going to see you.”
“Ask me if I care.”
“I do,” her mother replied, while reaching
in the closet and pulled out a thigh-high, wide flared skirted dress that she’d
recently bought for her out of the closet.
“Isn’t it cute?”
Well, maybe yes, or maybe no, its charm lie
in the eyes of the beholder, and upon her return she quicked
learned that wasn’t to
be her.
“Sorrow dear, I locked the door to your room. For just this once, you’re
going to walk out this house looking a pretty girl and not the ugly boy.”
-----
I Needn’t say how
fast she ran all way to the Knocksville Tigers clubhouse,
without stopping, without thinking about how that stupid dress was going to
make her the butt of all jokes.
But when she got there she found no one
home. Only a sign on the door that
read:
‘Sorry forgot to tell. We’ve got us a
make-up game to play today with the Eastside Giants. You’ll find the kibble in the cupboard, and Fido, our team mascot, inside guarding our digs and has got
himself a bad case of the hungries. So first up, he need be fed.’
Muchas Gracias, Butch.
“Jeez,” her moaned in exasperation. ‘If not one thing it’s another. If it isn’t someone trying to cop a feel,
it’s some stupid little rug rat Pekingese, or some other lil’
pooch that I gotta nursemaid.’
‘What a pisser,’ she bristled, ‘All
this bull when all I came here for was to get me somes
pointers on how to improve my game. Oh
well, can’t spent my day standing out here’ she shugged,
and then after balling up the note, she headed on inside.
‘Aaaaah, shit!’
She shrieked in terror as a huge black Rottie that had
to out weigh her by a multiple of 3, stood upright inside the door with a puzzling
look giving her the once over.
“You’re Fido? You’re the mascot? You’re the one I’ve gotta
dance on a feather to keep amused?”
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Eddy, our tomboy, who had been left behind
to nursemaid a huge four legged Goliath with an attitude, was sitting in the
corner with ‘Fido’ standing over her, and with
her thigh-high wide flared skirted dress that her mother made her wear tucked protectively
under her knees.
“Hey, I hope Eddy is still around,” she
heard Tommy Ryder cajoling with his friends upon their approach latter that
afternoon.
“Why is that buddy boy,” Danny Stone asked. You looking forward to catching a glimpse of some puss. Hell yeah!
What’cha looking at, her dick?”
“Fuck off Tommy you turd,”
he said as they pushed open the door where the lot of the scuffed up ballplayers came face to face with
a cowering Eddy holding on protectively to her dress while a half boned up ‘Fido’ hovered over her.
“Hey, look everyone,’ Bucky
Miller called out, Eddy is wearing a dress!”
“Yeah,” Sammy Bates cut in, “she must have
been looking forward to something special today.”
“No kidding, jerk off,” Mikey
Blake scoffed, while his eyes remained glued to that molten, spider-vein sausage
of Fido’s dancing about and nudging up against a
cowering Eddy, sitting on the floor below it.
“Yeah, well, you call your daddy a jerk off,
but not me.”
“No, I was saying that it don’t take no Einstein
to tell she’s looking forward to something specal.”
“And you know what? It looks to me like she was about to get it!!”
“Get it, get it,” Sammy Bates howled out in
laughter, “She was about get it!!! Now
that’s funny, he howled out in laughter while slapping is knee.”
But all that knee
slapping laughter that broke out lasted but a minute before coach Butch Gage
walks in with a duffle bag of equipment over his shoulder, and he looked a bit
peeved.
“You damn lug nuts! You run out and leave me to carry all this
shit in on my own?”
“Sorry, coach, Sammy Bates said. “I was meaning to come back to help.”
“Yeah, well, that’s big of you. I hope all those good intentions of yours didn’t
hurt you none.”
“Jeez, I said I wanted to come
help but you see . . .,” he said while pointing to Eddy who was shivering in
fright beneath a boned up Fido standing up over her.
“Awe, well, now I see why,” coach Gage said, once he’d spotted Eddy on the floor
cowering beneath Fido wearing what he assumed to be a
dress, or atleast, what little there was of one!”
“That’s a pretty dress, Eddy,” he said chuckling
as he walked over to her. “I didn’t even
know you owned one.” In fact, I find the discovery every bit as rich as winning
the lottery.”
“Then, turning toward the boys, “I’m sure you
guys have been complimenting her on how pretty she looks in a dress. Right?”
“Sure coach, but Fido,”
Sammy Bates asked, sounding a bit Perplexed.
“Oh, yeah, Fido
looks to be all over it. In fact, he
looks to be smiling,” coach Gage said as he put the equipment bag down and
approached Eddy & Fido where upon he began scratching
Fido upon his rump.
Now, if you are a dog ‘knower,’ as I
am, you know what that can do to a dog.
And sure enough, in less time than takes to say it, he began humping,
and dripping all the more on Eddy’s dress, and on the occasional frenzied misfire,
atop her head as well.
“That’s a pretty you’re wearing, Eddy. I didn’t know you owned one. But now that I do, I can only wish you’d wear
it more often.”
“Not so long as this bully of a dog is
looking to be mean to me.”
“Hey, he’s not a bully, he’s our
Mascot. Everyone get’s
along with him, Jamie too. You just gotta get to know him.
Know when to clutch and when to squeeze.”
“See, problem solved. Now, all I gotta do
is figure out how to convince you that it’s way good with me when I see you in
the dress. Like tops, like I used to
feel when Jamie would strut about like vamp looking suck my blood.”
“But that was back when she was his main
squeeze.”
“She isn’t anymore?”
“Nope, not anymore. Like I told her. “If
you don’t wake up in the morning thinking about dressing up finely for me, it’s
over.”
“Finely,” Eddy asked.
“Yeah, like you you
are now, and just for me. Ah, well, I
guess that would include the boys and Fido too.”
“I tell you, if I had me a gril like that now, I’d make her
my number one squeeze forever & a day.”
----
Chap 5
That night at Home .
. .
“Mama, you were right,” Eddy said while
hanging her pretty dress up in her closet.
“Of course, mother’s
are always right. But tell me anyway,
what was I right about?”
“The dress, Mama,
the dress. I got a lot of compliments today.
“Oh, anyone special,
a boy perhaps?
“Oh, I don’t know, Mama, Maybe yes, maybe no? Live can be so complicated somethings.”
“Oh my, it sounds like someone I know has an
admirer.”
“Oh, stop that, Mama. It’s just that I, ah, you know, was thinking,
kinda.”
“Yes, Sweetie, thinking about what?”
“Well, I was thinking about the dress,
wondering, you know, if it’s okay with you if I wore
again tomorrow?”
“No, of course, baby, I want you to look pretty
in a dress, but not this one,” she said, holding it up to her nose.
“Swell that!” It smells like a wet dog!”
“Sorry, Mom, I ran into old Mr. Harper and
his dog, Perro on the way to the park and he jumped
on me.”
“Well, it smells like he pottied
on you.”
“Look, today is my Ladys
Club day, so I’m going to give Betty a call and tell her you’ll be stopping by
her Boutique to buy you another and to just send me the bill.”
Later that day, Eddy, our tomboy, entered
Betty’s boutique to buy another when she saw a dress that looked so pretty to
her that she couldn’t help but stop to give it a look over.”
“Can I help you, young Man,” Betty, the
owned, though to ask Eddy, aka Elizabeth Getty, what
in the hell he doing pulling ‘his’ grubby hands on on
a girl’s dress.
“Yes, ma'am, name is Elizabeth Getty, and my
Mom sent me here to buy a new dress.”
“You’re Elizabeth Getty?” asked, looking
Eddy over with dubious eyes.
“Oh, the uniform,” Eddy-Elizabeth said when
she saw the lady giving her the once.
Sorry ma’am, but you see, I’m a baseball player, a good one, and I’m on my
way practice and thought I’d just stop in.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed with her
hand over her palpitating heart.
“Well dear, do you like this dress,” she asked
while spreading it to show her the details.
“As you can see, it's a backless,
sleeveless, mini in white Chiffon. And I
agree I with you, I think it's quite a lovely piece.”
“But, honey, honestly, don't you think it's
a bit too risque for a girl your age? I mean look, your back, your arms and legs up
to mid-thigh will be bare as a baby's bum.”
“Yes, well, as mama is always telling me, it’s
time I learn to be a lady.”
“Oh, yes, this garment will easily turn
that trick.” : )
---
Thirty minutes later
Eddy left Betty’s boutique with bag in hand, and her her mind in termoil. Cluttered as
was with so many questions, so many worries as to cause a riot in her head.
Questions as to why
she hadn't just bought the same dress she had worn the day before? Her mother liked it,
the boys liked it, as did Butch. Hell,
even Fido liked it.
But no, she couldn’t
leave well enough alone, she had to buy a dress that had to be the most outragely indecent garb ever
made. If not, it surely had to be photo
finish runner up.
'Why? Why, why, why did I do it," she asked
herself. 'Was I trying too hard to
impress or perhaps it’s just something built into my character that compels me to
be the best at whatever I do, be it for the good or the bad.’
In my incarative as a boy, it was baseball, baseball, baseball. And now, in my rebirth as a girl, it was my
equally intense obsession to be one with butch.
To impress upon him my want to please. My want to be his girl.
It had taken Eddy quite some time to
negotiate her way through the back ways she traveled to get to the clubhouse so
as not to seen or find herself in a situation where she need explain away why
it was that she was walking down a pubic thoroughfare in a dress that would
have stirred a scandle in nudist colony.
Normally, opening herself up to pubic scrutiny
wouldn’t have mattered an iota to her, but this was
different. Seeing a boy dressed as a
girl, or girl dressed a boy drew scarcely a look nowadays, so common was it. But sight of a girl walking do the street
with her naughty parts parts exposed?
No!
Definitely, No! that’s not the way to get to
where you are going. That’s the way to a
padded cell.’’
So, taking the route less traveled by all
but the wild things, she eventually arrived at the clubhouse where upon she
found Butch Gage & her teammates sprouled about, totally wiped out after a 5 mile run around
the city park.
And as a consequence, only Fido was there to greet her when she opened the door. His snout going direct to
the spot where the smell drew upon him like a bee to honey. Paying no heed to her
efforts to hold him off.
“Don’t waste your
time,” Butch, her coach, the man who owns her heart, said as he approached,
wearing but a towel that was wagging no less excitedly than was Fido’s.
“Is this the new
you, no more baseball?”
“My Mama said it was
time for to grow up.”
Well I’ll be
damned. Good for her.”
“So I guess that
makes you my main Squeeze, and by looks of it, that would include Fido’s as well,” he said, pointing toward to boned-up hound
who was now humping to leg.
“Of course, as you
are new at all this, you have tons yet to learn. For example, how to unstick
a stuck zipper, or how to ‘Spot,’ for a teammate in the weigh room who
is looking to strengthen ‘the one’ muscle below the adominal
group that means the most to him.”
“But rest assued we’ll do our part to help you speed up the learning
curve. Won’t we boys?” He said while scraching Fido behind his ears,
and watching the boy working to beat-off a much needed nut . . .
And so as our
Elisabeth comes to part ways with Eddy and sails off to her field of dreams, we
find a glassy-eyed, extraordinary content Elisabeth manifest in all her glory.
A place that was as
much in her head as it was in her heart.
A place where her ball handling & ball licking skills were scored on
the same scorecard that the team used to score the game, and where where all to too the wonderment of her dear mother, coach Gage,
Fido, et al, she always a big time scorer. Especially with her her
teammates who could endlessly be heard . . .
“Hey, stop the hogging,
Fido. “It’s time Eddy get a chance to suck my balls
too.”
The End
Das Ende,
by
Hunsi
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