BigJimsWornOutTires
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Ah, yes, a bedtime story indeed. But this tale isn't about an autistic girl strolling through the dark woods to visit her granny to milk her social security funds. And it's not about three gay guys from California who have just moved into a redneck town next door to an alcoholic neighbor named Wolf who constantly bullies and harasses them, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!" Nooooo. This fairy tale is about a babysitter who breastfeeds a teenager.
"Okay, Little Big Jim," the mother said to the teenager, "don't give her a hard time if you know what I mean?" she instructed him cryptically but narrowed her eyes at what she was saying. Standing next to her was a blonde college student with double D's. She illustrated a fake smile. Her arm and hand covered her top, the other her bottom. Mom added, "Oh, by the way, her name is Wet Pussy." The teenager nodded with excitement as Miss Tires rolled her eyes at the reader. She brought her fingers to her forehead and rubbed them in one spot. Ah, yes, a headache cringe. She muttered to herself, "None of this makes any sense."
After the mother vanished from the room while lipsyncing thank you, Little Big Jim was finally in the care of the babysitter. Wet Pussy dropped onto a cushion on the sofa, arching her back. In a dull tone, she told him to come sit beside her then mumbled under her breath, "This isn't a teenager." He rushed to her and jumped into a seat. "I now suppose to ask you, Have you ever breastfed on a babysitter before?" she offered, looking away and sighing heavily.
"Hmm...." he pondered a moment. And pondered some more. Finally, he reacted, "No, but looks like that's what this story's about, am I right or am I right?"
"Why a babysitter?" she asked an irrelevant question to the scene, whipping those titties out, bewildered by her own action. If you could see strings attached to her arms and hands, you would think Wet Pussy was a puppet person. Her eyes went up to the ceiling, "A mirror?" She grabbed his head and brought it into a titty and cringed. Her mouth opened to speak but she hesitated with a beg, "I don't want to say it, please." Her free will has been revoked, "That's a good boy..." Her nose winced, "damn it!" She scanned the living room in a state of shock.
For three minutes of intense cringing to the sounds of a messy eater, the babysitter pried the oxymoron off of her breast. Her nipple was purple and larger than the other. "I'm not saying, Good job!" she congratulated the teenager. "I don't want to ask you if you ever pussy fed before?" she closed her eyes tightly, muttered in whine, "damn it," and tilted her head.
"Hmm...," he stroked his beard and looked at her white bikini bottoms, which were thongs, because that's what babysitters wear. He noticed the conspicuous camel toe, as did she, her eyes widening. Lil Big Jim said, "Looks like I'm about to learn how to do that too!"
"Fuck," she reacted. Having no autonomy, she struggled against the invisible force inside her body as she pushed her bottoms down to her ankles and off her feet. She mumbled fuck several more times during that awkward scene. She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her vagina and covered her eyes with the other.
Five minutes later, after her tenth climax with the noisy eater, despite shaking her head and pursing her lips with knitted brows, she pushed him away and babbled, "This is so messed up."
"You know it," the teenager assured her.
"You're a grown man who made himself into a teenager so you could get sexually assaulted by a babysitter who didn't have free will which means, the opposite, you sick fuck!" she stepped into her bottoms.
"Misinformation will not be tolerated in this universe," he disagreed with her analogy.
Wet Pussy pulled on her bottoms and a matching colored bikini cup over each breast and said, "You know what we call this?"
"Romantic fairy tale?" he asked.
"Romance?" she exclaimed in disgust. "This is filthy supernatural rapey shit!"
"How dare you, I do not condone such violent disturbing behavior, Wet Pussy."
"Oh, really? Then what about the part," Wet Pussy deepen her voice and recited, "... she struggled against the invisible force inside her body as she pushed her bottoms down to her ankles and off her feet." With wide eyes, she concluded, "Sounds pretty rapey to me!"
"Everyone's a critic."
"And what the fuck is this," she stood and waved a hand across the living room. "Cameras everywhere and four monitors on the wall displaying different angles of the sofa, what is wrong with your brain?"
"I don't get out much."
She sees an unusual cage in the corner of the room, "A dirty monkey masturbating to us?"
"That's Lord Bubba McDoogle."
"Well, knowing how short of an attention span you have, looks like this story is coming to an end-thank god!"
"Why don't you go over there and say hello to Bubba," he said but sighed for a moment as he watched the darkness engulf everything in the finale.
In the deep distance of the abyss there was a faint female cry, "Get this fucking monkey off me!"
THE END
"Okay, Little Big Jim," the mother said to the teenager, "don't give her a hard time if you know what I mean?" she instructed him cryptically but narrowed her eyes at what she was saying. Standing next to her was a blonde college student with double D's. She illustrated a fake smile. Her arm and hand covered her top, the other her bottom. Mom added, "Oh, by the way, her name is Wet Pussy." The teenager nodded with excitement as Miss Tires rolled her eyes at the reader. She brought her fingers to her forehead and rubbed them in one spot. Ah, yes, a headache cringe. She muttered to herself, "None of this makes any sense."
After the mother vanished from the room while lipsyncing thank you, Little Big Jim was finally in the care of the babysitter. Wet Pussy dropped onto a cushion on the sofa, arching her back. In a dull tone, she told him to come sit beside her then mumbled under her breath, "This isn't a teenager." He rushed to her and jumped into a seat. "I now suppose to ask you, Have you ever breastfed on a babysitter before?" she offered, looking away and sighing heavily.
"Hmm...." he pondered a moment. And pondered some more. Finally, he reacted, "No, but looks like that's what this story's about, am I right or am I right?"
"Why a babysitter?" she asked an irrelevant question to the scene, whipping those titties out, bewildered by her own action. If you could see strings attached to her arms and hands, you would think Wet Pussy was a puppet person. Her eyes went up to the ceiling, "A mirror?" She grabbed his head and brought it into a titty and cringed. Her mouth opened to speak but she hesitated with a beg, "I don't want to say it, please." Her free will has been revoked, "That's a good boy..." Her nose winced, "damn it!" She scanned the living room in a state of shock.
For three minutes of intense cringing to the sounds of a messy eater, the babysitter pried the oxymoron off of her breast. Her nipple was purple and larger than the other. "I'm not saying, Good job!" she congratulated the teenager. "I don't want to ask you if you ever pussy fed before?" she closed her eyes tightly, muttered in whine, "damn it," and tilted her head.
"Hmm...," he stroked his beard and looked at her white bikini bottoms, which were thongs, because that's what babysitters wear. He noticed the conspicuous camel toe, as did she, her eyes widening. Lil Big Jim said, "Looks like I'm about to learn how to do that too!"
"Fuck," she reacted. Having no autonomy, she struggled against the invisible force inside her body as she pushed her bottoms down to her ankles and off her feet. She mumbled fuck several more times during that awkward scene. She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her vagina and covered her eyes with the other.
Five minutes later, after her tenth climax with the noisy eater, despite shaking her head and pursing her lips with knitted brows, she pushed him away and babbled, "This is so messed up."
"You know it," the teenager assured her.
"You're a grown man who made himself into a teenager so you could get sexually assaulted by a babysitter who didn't have free will which means, the opposite, you sick fuck!" she stepped into her bottoms.
"Misinformation will not be tolerated in this universe," he disagreed with her analogy.
Wet Pussy pulled on her bottoms and a matching colored bikini cup over each breast and said, "You know what we call this?"
"Romantic fairy tale?" he asked.
"Romance?" she exclaimed in disgust. "This is filthy supernatural rapey shit!"
"How dare you, I do not condone such violent disturbing behavior, Wet Pussy."
"Oh, really? Then what about the part," Wet Pussy deepen her voice and recited, "... she struggled against the invisible force inside her body as she pushed her bottoms down to her ankles and off her feet." With wide eyes, she concluded, "Sounds pretty rapey to me!"
"Everyone's a critic."
"And what the fuck is this," she stood and waved a hand across the living room. "Cameras everywhere and four monitors on the wall displaying different angles of the sofa, what is wrong with your brain?"
"I don't get out much."
She sees an unusual cage in the corner of the room, "A dirty monkey masturbating to us?"
"That's Lord Bubba McDoogle."
"Well, knowing how short of an attention span you have, looks like this story is coming to an end-thank god!"
"Why don't you go over there and say hello to Bubba," he said but sighed for a moment as he watched the darkness engulf everything in the finale.
In the deep distance of the abyss there was a faint female cry, "Get this fucking monkey off me!"
THE END
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