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Originally Posted by Trasher02
Hmmm, this is relevant to my interests. Do continue.
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Ok, if you insist. RE: my rape story.
Ok, so I was in the army, right? Some of the dudes that I served with had family. Wives, children.... this one dude I knew, he had the HOTTEST fucking 5 year-old girl. I know, I know, you're going to be all "She's 5, that's fucking sick and impossible." But you'd be wrong. They're just making kids extra hot these days. Anyway, we were at some barbecue and she comes riding out in her Barbie car. Gets out to reveal the shortest fucking skirt. Man, she was begging for it. So I offered her a magazine I had about horses, and then we did the horizontal chicken dance. No big thing (well, that's not what she said, but anything will look big in such tiny hands.)
Anyway, some time later I'm walking to the deli because I want a fucking slim jim with cheese (oh bro, I know that cheese is never refrigerated but fuck yeah), and some dude comes out of nowhere and punches me right in the face, fracturing my cheekbone. I'm all "What the hell mister!" Now, I could have taken him apart, I'm trained in jiu jitsu.... but what he didn't know is that I'm also a virulent masochist. I let him kick me while I was down, break a few ribs, rough me up a bit. At this point I was breathing heavy, almost ready to blow in my jeans. But the fucking cocktease runs off before I can unload! So there I am, with this CRAZY chubby. Like, it had veins going along it that I'd never even seen before. I just didn't know what to do with it. That's when this school bus passes by, one of the short buses... let's off a rather confused looking little boy. Man, we fit together like Sherry Lewis and Lambchop. You know, if Sherry Lewis' hand was a pulsing dick and Lambchop was a dim boy terribly afraid of adults (now.)