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From: "Kenny Gamura" <turtlemeat69@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Sausage Stuffing {Gamera}
Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2003 17:10:07 -0500
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                         Disclaimer

Welcome to the world of alt.sex.stories where sixteen-year-
old girls have nothing better to do with their time than
chase adults to have sex with. The characters and events
that follow are not real and are the result of my
imagination. My imagination works this way because I am
under the curse of Satan; please pray for the deliverance
of my worthless soul. Don't read further if you fear just
damnation by governmental, parental, or godly authority.
If you are allergic to sex with minors, avoid this.  The only
thing worse than writing pornography (or my spelling)
is stealing intellectual property. Unauthorized
republishing is not allowed and will result in an eternity
spent in the seventh circle of hell, living in crap, and
turning into unlikely and hideous herptiles. It just ain't
worth it.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera
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                        Sausage Stuffing

I was in the kitchen early in the morning, going at it like the horny
teen-aged boy I was.  The room was filled with the sound of flesh
against flesh as my meat slid in and out.  I hoped that neither those
noises nor the ones leaving my throat would escape through the closed
door and wake the rest of my family.  I wanted to be alone with my
lover.  I wanted to be saved any embarrassment that being caught
would bring me.

I cooed to my lover as she surrounded my hard cock with her tight
body.  I was getting close.  So very close to filling her with my
cum.  The tingling was much more intense than when I jacked myself
off at nights.  Or in the mornings.  Or in the early afternoon after
lunch in the boy's bathroom at school.

That is the reason, I didn't hear my bratty little sister come down
the steps.  And it is the reason I didn't hear the door open.  My
first warning was when she said, "I don't think that is what they mean
by stuffing the bird."

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