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Show Me Your O!
by 1000 Monkeys (1000monkeys@hotmail.ca)
***
Twelve year old Beth is still trying to fit in at her
new school when a popular girl invites her to join a
secret girls-only club. The catch? She has to agree to
tape herself doing something first, but she can't know
what it is before joining! (g-voy, g-solo, youths, mast,
exh)
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Part 1 – Trisha's Secret Club
An uncharacteristic silence hung in the air of the
brightly lit school classroom. Twenty-eight normally
rowdy sixth-grade students were hunched quietly over
their desks, the loudest noise coming from the buzzing
florescent light fixtures above. It was Friday
afternoon, and everyone was working on the first major
English test of the school year. Their teacher, Mrs.
Johnson, relished the tranquility and spent her time
grading papers.
Young Bethany, a bright and perky 12 year old redhead
seated in the front row close to the window, sighed to
herself in frustration. She was having an especially
hard time with the last essay question, and was in the
middle of erasing it for another go when the bell in the
hall rang abruptly to signal the end of class. Beth
jumped in her seat, the loud clanging startling her.
A collective groan came from her fellow classmates –
obviously there were quite a few that hadn’t finished
the test. The clock on the wall confirmed it was 3:15,
so school was officially over for the weekend. The room
immediately filled with the drone of young voices
talking over each other, and Beth threw down her pencil
in dismay.
"Okay class, that’s all the time you have," called out
Mrs. Johnson over the increasing chatter. "Take your
tests and pass them to the front before you leave for
the weekend. Make sure your name is on it! Also read
chapters 8 and 9 in your English textbook for Monday,
and remember to get your parents to sign the permission
slip if you want to go on the science trip next week."
Beth grumbled to herself, upset that she hadn’t finished
the final question. She was still new in school, and had
moved here just three months ago during the summer
break. Her father had taken a new position at a large
pharmaceutical company, and Beth’s parents had dragged
her from the bustling city to the picturesque town of
Crestview – also known as Boring, USA. An only child,
she was finding it hard to adjust to the small town
atmosphere where everyone seemed to know everyone...
except her.
One of her favorite things, schoolwork, was even
suffering from the move: although she had easily
maintained straight A’s at her old school, she was
finding it extremely difficult to keep up the same
grades here. She wasn’t sure if the work was actually
harder, or if she was just more distracted with being
the "new girl" and trying to fit in.
Beth felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to
see the smiling face of Trisha, the pretty blond girl
that sat behind her.
Trisha was holding out the collected test papers for
Beth, who added her own and tossed the stack on the
teacher’s desk. Beth shoved her school supplies in her
backpack and stood to join the line of impatient kids
filing into the hallway. Once more she felt someone tap
her shoulder, and when she looked it was Trisha – again.
"Uh Beth, can I talk with you for a minute?" she asked.
Beth frowned. Trisha was one of the most popular girls
in sixth grade, part of the in-crowd that was always
going to parties and having fun. Although Beth was
pretty enough and had a great personality (or so her mom
kept telling her), she knew she tended to be a bit shy,
and had always enjoyed schoolwork... which was typically
enough to keep girls like Trisha from seeing her as a
social equal.
Although Beth was okay with being "just another girl",
she hadn’t made any new friends at school and was
beginning to worry that she’d been labeled an outcast.
Trisha had never taken the time to speak with her
outside of what was necessary for school, so Beth was
curious what she wanted.
"Um, sure Trish, what’s up?"
Trisha grabbed Beth’s hand. "Follow me; I want to talk
to you in private."
Trisha weaved her way with Beth into the packed hallway,
but instead of following the crowd streaming towards the
exit she moved against the flow, finally stopping inside
a vacant, dimly lit stairwell at the back of the school.
The din of noisy, yelling students gradually faded as
the school emptied.
"What are we doing here Trish – I’ll be late getting
home."
Trisha smiled with a kind of odd, secretive grin.
"This’ll only take a minute. I know you’re new in school
and I haven’t talked with you much, but you’ve been here
two months already and you haven’t found any friends."
Beth opened her mouth to object, embarrassed that
someone like Trisha was monitoring her apparently
nonexistent social life. Trisha sensed this and spoke
again quickly.
"Don’t worry; I’m not here to give you a hard time...
I’d actually like to make you an offer that could get
you a lot of friends."
Beth closed her mouth.
Trisha continued. "I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors
about me, that I’m part of a special club. Do you know
what it is?"
Beth shook her head. "Well, um, a few girls said that
you and some of the other, uh, popular girls are all
part of some secret thing, and they all want to get into
it, but they don’t actually know what it is."
Trisha grinned broadly. "And that’s just the way we like
to keep it. Only those in the club know what we do or
even what it’s called. Last night we had a vote and,
well, we all decided that you should join us."
Beth’s mouth fell open in shock. The popular girls
wanted her to join them? She couldn’t believe it. "Uh,
me, really? But why?"
"We really like you – we’ve been watching you for a
while think you’ll fit right in." Trisha emphasized that
by quickly running her eyes up and down Beth’s body,
which Beth found slightly disconcerting. "Now we’re
really picky on who we invite, and we first have to
absolutely trust you. So if you want to join you’ll have
to agree to do something."
"Um, w-what?" stuttered Beth, suddenly panicking that
this was all too good to be true and she wasn’t going to
get to join after all.
"Well... it’s a little bit naughty, but that’s like what
the club’s all about. You just have to trust us before
we can trust you. So to join you have to agree to do
whatever we ask, but I can’t tell you what it is first.
Call it your initiation."
Beth hesitated, the logical part of her brain screaming
at her to be cautious. "I don’t know about that... how
do I know it isn’t going to be some sort of trick?"
Trisha slipped off her backpack and unzipped it. She
rummaged around inside and came out holding a small
digital video camera. "What you have to do is film
yourself performing a dare with this camera. Full
instructions are recorded on it, but before you can have
it you have to absolutely promise that you’re going to
do whatever it asks. Everyone in the club did it to
join, even me. So you know it’s not a trick there’s
proof in there you can watch, but once you accept
there’s no backing out."
Beth reached out towards the camera but Trisha snatched
it back, her expression shifting from friendly to
serious, shaking the camera at Beth as she continued
speaking. "This is a very secret club. If you take this
you’re joining us for real. So if you don’t do what it
says or if you ever talk about the club to anyone else,"
she paused for dramatic effect, "I will make your life
fucking hell."
Standing there slightly stunned at the force behind
Trish’s words, Beth thought about what she was being
offered. Joining the popular girls could very well
change her life for the better at school... but what in
the world did they want her to do? Would it get her in
trouble? Beth reached out and placed her hand on the
camera. "I don’t have to do anything against the law, do
I? Like steal something or hurt someone?"
Trisha’s serious look instantly disappeared and she
laughed, her deep blue eyes sparking in the dim light of
the stairwell. "Of course not – in fact I know you’re
going to like it. So you swear you’ll do the dare and
join us?"
Even though Beth didn’t know what the club was actually
for, she didn’t care. Her longing to fit in at school
and be accepted, bolstered by the thought of hanging out
with the A-crowd and maybe becoming one herself,
squashed any hesitation she had over the unknown dare.
It had to be worth the risk. She made up her mind and
nodded, smiling as she accepted the camera. "Yes, I
swear... I’ll do it."
Trisha’s face beamed in joy as she rubbed her hands
together. "Great! I’ll expect the camera back Monday.
Like I said, watch the first video to see what you have
to do, and then there’s a couple other videos with
members doing their dares." She smiled slyly. "You’ll
probably find those help a lot." Trisha reached out and
grabbed Beth’s free hand with her own, looking deep into
her eyes with an expression that the redhead couldn’t
place. "I’m so glad you agreed. We really wanted you."
With that, Trisha turned and opened the stairwell door
to leave. Suddenly remembering something, Beth called
out after her. "Hey, wait a minute... what’s the club
called?"
Looking over her shoulder, the blond answered. "The O
Girls."
"Huh? What do you mean "oh"? What is this, some sort of
Oprah cult?"
With a mischievous grin Trisha laughed and replied, "Far
from it. Just watch the video, okay? And make sure
you’re alone when you do."
With that she walked out, leaving Beth alone and
confused holding the video camera. The O Girls? What the
hell? Although tempted to switch on the camera and see
what secrets it held right there in the stairwell, she
knew that her mother would start worrying if she was too
late getting home. So she dropped it in her backpack and
left, running down the empty school hallway towards her
bike.
She had a feeling this was going to be a very
interesting weekend.
It was early Saturday morning before Beth got a chance
to look at the camera’s contents. Curiosity had been
killing her the night before, but she wanted to make
sure she had enough time and privacy to figure out what
this so-called dare involved. Since her family always
slept in late on the weekends, usually until at least 10
AM, Beth set her alarm clock early to 7 AM. She awakened
feeling a mixture of nervous apprehension and
excitement.
Last night she’d noticed that the video camera had a
television output jack, and snuck a cable from her dad’s
supply so she could watch whatever it held on the big
LCD screen in her bedroom, instead of the camera’s tiny
one. Plugging everything in, she sat cross-legged in her
favorite white pajamas at the end of her bed and
switched on the camera to play mode. It made a bong
sound through the television’s speakers and flashed a
logo, then displayed a list of recorded files. There was
one file named WATCHME with a date from late Thursday
night, and then three others with non-descriptive names
dating from nearly a year ago up to last month.
She used the camera’s tiny joystick to move the cursor
over to the WATCHME file and pressed play. The screen
flickered with static for a few seconds and then
solidified into the blurry image of something red. There
were a few loud thumping sounds and the picture wobbled
as the camera was put on a table. A figure stepped back,
the focus adjusted, and Beth saw that it was Trisha
standing in what must have been her bedroom.
The window across from the camera was black, the only
illumination coming from her bedside light. Trisha wore
a small red shirt and skinny blue jeans, her blond hair
held back with a black headband. Beth couldn’t help but
notice how Trisha’s perky little breasts and hard
nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the
skin-tight shirt, the single source of light emphasizing
their shape by casting long shadows across her chest.
"Hi Beth," came Trisha’s friendly voice through the
speakers, "If you’re watching this then you’ve decided
to join us, and I’m only making this because I knew you
would. The girls and I are really excited to have you.
As I’m sure I already told you this is a very secret
club, and the first rule is you must never talk about it
to anyone, especially your parents or friends. What’s on
this camera is also just between us." Trisha leaned in
closer and grinned. "Welcome to The O Girls! There are
five members so far: me, Katie, Johanna, Britney, Abby,
and now you to make an even six. I’m kind of the leader,
but we all decide things together, like deciding on you.
If you’re wondering, the ‘O’ stands for ‘orgasm’, and
the whole point of The O Girls is to have them."
Beth’s face fell in shock. Orgasm? Although young, she
certainly knew what that meant. Was this some sort of
sex club? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as a
sudden rush of adrenaline flooded into her veins. What
had she gotten herself into?
The recorded Trisha continued explaining. "And now for
your dare: you have to show us your O. That means you
have to tape yourself cumming. And not just showing your
head or in panties, you have to be naked and we have to
see it. You can get off however you want, but don’t try
to fake it – we can tell. Everyone in the club’s already
done it, and on the camera you’ll find me, Johanna and
Abby’s videos to prove that we’re for real... and maybe
even give you some ideas.
"Rule number two is that we get ourselves and each other
off all the time, so don’t be surprised if we’re a
little frisky with you. We all want that amazing
feeling, and getting it from someone else feels twice as
good. Sleepovers, after-school homework, play dates,
hanging out – there’s a lot of chances to get together,
and when we can’t there’s webcams and making tapes to
swap."
Beth still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She
had discovered the joys of masturbation about a year ago
after a surprisingly graphic sexual education video at
school made her extremely curious, but while she
certainly enjoyed giving her body the happy feeling –
quite frequently in fact – she’d never considered doing
that sort of thing in front of someone else... or to
another girl. She’d always known it was a private thing,
and what they were doing was sick... right?
On-screen, Trisha sat on her bed before continuing. "If
you’re wondering why we picked you, it actually started
off as kind of a tease – we should invite the brainy new
girl with no friends, right? But then we kept an eye on
you and decided you were actually really nice. And the
more I watched you, the more I noticed that you have a
friggin’ hot body." Trisha licked her lips as her hand
moved to her crotch, touching herself through her jeans.
"Sitting behind you in class I can’t stop thinking about
grabbing that yummy ass you keep teasing me with,
pressing my lips into yours and sucking on your
tongue... then sliding my hand down your pants and
feeling your wet cunny. Hey, I’ll probably still do it."
Beth’s face flushed a deep red color – almost matching
her hair – to hear someone talk about her so crudely,
especially a girl her own age that she barely knew.
Still, a part of her was deeply flattered that Trisha
thought of her like that. Was she really that sexy?
Trisha continued. "And we already know you’re totally
into girls. We tested you for a couple weeks and saw how
closely you looked when one of us flashed you. Like the
other day in the change room when Katie bent over right
in front of you in her thong. Remember how it was sweaty
and you could see right through it? That was just for
you, and you really seemed to enjoy getting an eyeful of
her ass."
If it was possible, Beth’s face flushed an even deeper
shade of red in complete embarrassment. The truth was
she had been checking out girls in the change room, but
didn’t think that anyone had noticed. No one really got
naked in there since all they did was change in and out
of sweats for gym, but she still enjoyed sneaky glances
at girls in their skimpy panties, and especially liked
anyone that didn’t wear a bra. Did that mean she liked
girls, and not boys? Or maybe she just liked both.
Beth realized that Trisha was still talking on the
television. "...And I know we all feel the same way.
Well, it’s late now, and I gotta finish what I started
here before I can get to sleep. I’ll be thinking sexy
thoughts about you, hoping you’ll join." Trisha stood up
and added, "Now you just have one thing to do: show me
your O!" She reached out towards the camera and the
television screen went dark.
Her hand shaking, Beth put the camera down and flopped
on her back, staring vacantly at the light fixture on
the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into? She’d
never done anything even vaguely sexual with anyone in
the past, and here she was expected to make a nude tape
of herself getting off, so 5 girls she barely knew could
watch her – and who knew how many others would see it in
the future. Much to her chagrin, that thought generated
a lustful longing deep in her body. What kind of horny
slut was she to actually like that idea?
Beth sat up and grabbed the camera. She had to see those
other videos to find out if this was for real. Selecting
the first file dated nearly a year ago she pressed play
and leaned back. The television screen flickered to a
bedroom she already recognized – it was Trisha’s, but
some things had moved around and this time bright
daylight streamed through the window across from the
camera. Trisha stepped into view from the side wearing
light purple pajamas, a beam of sunlight shining on her
back and causing her golden blond hair to glow like a
halo around her head. She looked a little younger than
she had in the previous video.
"Hi," said the girl on the screen in a cheerful voice,
"I’m Trisha, and I just turned eleven last month. Right
now I’m in fifth grade at Crestview Middle School, and I
want to show you my O."
Without hesitation she tugged her pajama top off in one
smooth motion and Beth immediately perked up. Trisha’s
undeveloped chest was essentially flat, the first swells
of her budding breasts just beginning to stand out from
her ribs. Beth knew that Trisha’s boobs had grown quite
a bit since this video was shot, but it was really sexy
seeing her younger like this. Despite her lack of
development, Trisha’s nipples and areolas were unusually
large and puffy, tinted a deep pink color that stood out
proudly against her pale, untanned skin. She turned
around and pulled down her pajama bottoms, exposing her
perfect little girl ass. Trisha’s plump cheeks jiggled
as she kicked the pajamas to the side. Oh wow, thought
Beth, she’s actually naked!
Still facing the other way Trisha slapped her ass with
both hands and cupped her cheeks, squeezing them
tightly. She pivoted to face the camera and walked
towards it seductively, slender hips swaying side-to-
side as the television screen filled with an extreme
close-up of her groin.
Beth gasped involuntarily at the amazing view of
Trisha’s flawless pussy, so clear she could make out the
texture of her skin. Trisha’s puffy outer lips were
squeezed tightly between her thighs, creating a triangle
of snow white flesh with two perfectly curved bulges at
the bottom. Her clit hood and inner labia formed a
prominent ridge of darker colored skin that carved a
sensuous line down the middle of her fat mound before
disappearing between her legs. A tuft of almost
invisible blond pubic hair sprouted above the dimpled
crown of her furrow, and delicate fingers came from
above to stroke the golden fuzz. "This stuff’s new," she
said. "I kinda like it since it’s so soft."
Just then the camera moved, panning upwards to Trisha’s
round and happy-looking face, her blue eyes sparkling
with excitement. The image shook around a lot then
settled at a higher perspective near the foot of her
bed, looking over it at an angle. The camera shifted
sideways until the entire bed was perfectly centered,
and then the naked little girl stepped back into view
and grinned toothily at the camera.
"This is my all-time thing to do before school," she
whispered. Trisha turned and jumped on the bed stomach
first, bouncing up and down as she landed.
She rose on her knees and grabbed a pillow, wedging it
vertically between her legs and up against her crotch.
Still facing away from the camera she bent over and put
her weight on her arms, then spread her knees and
wiggled her crotch down on the bunched up pillow. She
began hunching her hips slowly, rubbing her tiny twat in
smooth strokes along the top. Beth watched mesmerized as
the pudgy little globes of Trisha’s buttocks clenched
and unclenched while she steadily ground herself against
the pillow. Her back arched and muscles flexed as she
rode it in graceful, practiced motions. Wow, thought
Beth, Trisha was really going to do this on tape!
Trisha began thrusting her pelvis harder and faster, the
bed springs squeaking in protest at her rhythmic
humping. After a minute she stopped and rolled over on
her back, grabbing the pillow and pressing the part that
had been touching her pussy against her face. After a
moment she placed it under her head. "It’s getting too
wet so I gotta stop that," said Trisha quietly over the
speakers. Beth wondered if Trisha could smell her
pussy’s scent on that pillow all night long as she
slept.
Beth feasted her eyes greedily on every nuance of
Trisha’s undeveloped figure laying flat on the bed.
Eventually she spread her legs, reaching down with both
hands to stretch her vulva open as far as she could. The
skin on the inside of her pussy crack was smooth and
shiny, her inner labia sticking out like a fleshy little
Mohawk until she grabbed the twin lips with her fingers
and peeled them apart, fully exposing the intimate pink
core of her juvenile sex. The small dark entrance of
Trisha’s immature canal gaped open obscenely as she
tugged her lips to the side, the moistness inside
glistening in the light.
Beth felt her own pussy twitch at the incredibly
intimate thing she was witnessing, and felt a drop of
lubrication ooze slowly from her virgin hole and soak
into the crotch of her pajamas. She was getting turned
on something fierce, and all by another girl.
On the screen, Trisha delicately ran her finger between
her labia, toying with the little flaps of skin before
rubbing the length of her pussy with her hand. Beth
could tell she was concentrating near the top around her
clitoris, and knew for a fact that touching there felt
especially good. She began curling her fingers into the
entrance of her pussy and dragging them upwards, and
Beth figured she was spreading her wetness to make the
rubbing easier.
As if reading her thoughts, Trisha whispered almost
inaudibly "I’m so wet down there... and it feels so good
to rub it on my skin..."
The camera angle wasn’t quite right to see the action
clearly, so Beth leaned in towards the television as
Trisha fingered herself with increasing passion, high
pitched mewing sounds escaping her open mouth. Beth had
never heard a girl make noises of like that before and
found them highly erotic. She turned up the volume and
discovered she could also hear Trisha’s tiny pussy
making lewd slurping noises as she probed its depths
with her fingers, gathering and spreading a slimy layer
of liquid arousal over her yielding flesh.
Trisha’s mewing grew into earnest moans as she thrust
her hips into her hand with even greater urgency,
rocking back and forth on the bed and causing the
headboard to bang lightly against the wall. Abruptly
Trisha stopped and shifted her position closer to the
camera, drawing her legs apart into a spread eagle
position.
"I’m getting close, and I want you to see everything,"
she said in an undertone.
Trisha tilted her pelvis upwards, shamelessly giving the
camera a perfect view of her inflamed red pussy and the
dark rosebud of her anus nestled between the swells of
her buttocks. Trisha’s entire crotch glistened with
wetness, and more seemed to be flowing down the crack of
her ass. Since she hadn’t wet her hands with spit or
anything, Beth knew that all that juice was straight
from her pussy. Feeling the growing wetness between her
own legs she smiled knowingly.
With one hand Trisha pulled the skin at the top of her
cleft and popped her swollen clit from under its hood,
while with the other she began directly stroking the
bright pink bump, occasionally dipping her fingers in
her leaking hole for fresh lubrication. Trisha threw her
head back against the pillow, licking her lips and
moaning "uh, uh, uh" as her body trembled and her thighs
jiggled, the intense sensation of rubbing directly on
her clit head driving her wild with lust. Her fingers
moved faster and the pitch of her voice increased until
all of a sudden she groaned and gasped, "Oh god, I’m
gonna cum!"
Trisha’s hips hunched upwards sharply, mashing her clit
into her hand as her lungs sucked in short bursts of
air. She froze, her mouth hanging open in an expression
of agonized anticipation. Every muscle in Trisha’s young
body clenched, the tendons in her calves standing out as
she strained right on the edge of release. Beth swore
she could see Trisha’s cunt gape open even larger and
her fleshy pink canal start to push out, when all of a
sudden her lungs released a rush of air and she
shrieked, tossing her head and arching her back as her
body writhed in a powerful climax. Muscles deep in the
young girl’s vagina pulsed in rapid contractions, her
stomach heaving and the dark star of her sphincter
winking open and closed in time with each orgasmic
convulsion. Trisha’s hand twitched on top of her clit,
drawing out the feelings of ecstasy for as long as she
could.
Beth had never watched another girl cum before, and
thought that Trisha looked absolutely beautiful –
stunning in fact.
Soon enough it was over and Trisha lay spent on her
back, breathing heavily with her legs splayed open and
her satisfied sex organs on lewd display. Beth heard her
mumble something to herself about a great cum as she ran
her hands over her body. Eventually Trisha sighed
contentedly and leaned over on her side, looking into
the camera with a wide grin on her face and giggling.
She was obviously quite pleased with herself. She looked
between her legs and started laughing out loud, giving
her pussy a few hard slaps with her hand as she looked
back at the camera. "That was one of the best cums ever!
I got so horny knowing that someone’s gonna be watching
this... it made me super wet, just look at my bed!"
Trisha stood up and took the camera, holding it over the
bed as she focused on a dark wet stain that her
masturbation session had created on the sheets. Beth
could see the outline of Trisha’s ass from where her
pussy’s leaking juices had pooled around it, and there
was a smear of something thick and white in the middle.
The camera swung up to her face. "Just look at the mess
I made," she whispered, biting her bottom lip playfully.
"I’m such a dirty girl... I don’t know what my mom
thinks of my sheets when she changes them!"
The camera’s view blurred and re-focused on a close-up
of Trisha’s now red and swollen pussy. Her skin was
glossy with slick lubrication and thick white cream
oozed from between her now protruding labia. With one
hand Trisha spread the top of her furrow, pulling the
skin of her clit hood back and for the first time giving
Beth a close-up look at the pointed pink nub of her
bloated clitoris. Gooey strings of lubrication stretched
from one side of her deep cleft to the other.
"She’s so big now," commented Trish, obviously
referencing her clit. "She still feels like she’s on
fire!"
Trisha released her grip and her little love button
disappeared amongst the soothing warm folds of flesh.
Her fingers moved lower, sliding along her labia and
between her legs, coming out coated with gooey pussy
juice and streaks of something thick and white. Her
gleaming fingers moved upwards, the camera following
them all the way until she stuck them in her mouth and
cleaned them off with a loud smack of her lips. She
moaned appreciatively at the heady taste of her
aftermath.
"I love a big cum like that before school... it makes my
pussy feels warm and happy all morning." Her hand
disappeared from view and came back with another thick
coating of sexual fluids that she again sucked from her
fingers.
Trisha smiled into the camera and licked her lips. "Mmm,
I hoped you liked watching my O... I really enjoyed
showing it to you!" The camera shook as she picked it
up, and a moment later the screen went black. The video
was over.
Beth sat on the edge of her bed, too stunned to move.
That was so fucking hot, she thought to herself,
slightly uncomfortable at her own use of foul language
even if it was only in her head. She reached down to her
crotch and realized that her pajama bottoms now had a
very large wet spot, the damp fabric wedged in the deep
crack of her pussy and clinging to her skin. She shifted
her position and felt another trickle of lubrication
leak between her legs; she couldn’t believe was so
turned on and all from watching another girl. What would
the next video show?
Beth quickly queued up the second file.
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Author Note: I know many of you were expecting a third
chapter to my first story, but I hit a bit of writer’s
block there and decided to work on something different.
So what do you think will happen next? Send me your
ideas by email to 1000monkeys@hotmail.ca !
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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