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Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

Well, tell us about that. Turns out she could only get two inches down her tiny throat. She compared herself to feeling like a ragdoll. I corrected her, Ragdolls don’t get fucked after all, or suck cock. But sex dolls do. Maybe it was a sex doll that you were. Or a little socket to stick his cock in, to be tossed aside and discarded when he was done.

No Laylene, and more tears. Why is this so upsetting, I asked. She had trouble responding so I moved our therapy to something a little easier, having her describe her underage cunt. Its look, its feel, its texture, what made it enticing, valuable, interesting.

Those details were amazing, and many breakthroughs happened. You’ll have to call me to hear about them, but we didn’t stop there, continue we did. And that led to my favorite part of any therapy session ever.

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Extreme Phone Sex – Shannon Is All Used Up Conclusion

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But no sooner than Shannon started to relax than she was brought back to reality when her uncle enters the bedroom. Aunt smiles and says “Show me what he likes” as she unleashes her husband’s cock from his pants. Poor Shannon starts trembling. How does her aunt react to the poor girl in front of her? Does aunt satisfy that raging cock with her big feminine tits, or her sexy mouth, or fully developed pussy?

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Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

And then? Well, Hannah told us about the way he blindfolded her and the ice cream-licking contest she had with him. Who was the contestant, I asked. Just me, Hannah said. And the contest only started after you heard a zipper open, Hannah? Yes, she said. That wasn’t ice cream you were licking, dear, tell me what his cock tasted like.

And that’s when the trouble began. Poor Hannah just couldn’t get herself to admit that her molester cousin had shoved his molester’s cock down her throat, in her cunt, and wherever else he wanted to. No, Laylene, Hannah would say, half trembling and half fighting. He wouldn’t do that. He loved me.

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Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

That struck a nerve, and Hannah got upset. A tear, or twenty, rolled down her cheeks as she insisted, she never felt his cock and never was molested. I reminded her honesty is important, and the first step to being honest with herself is being honest with me. And if she can’t be honest with me, well, then I definitely owed my own honesty to her. Playing pretend and make-believe in such an expensive session would be unfair to everyone involved. And rude. And we don’t do unfair or rude on therapist Laylene’s couch. We do honest. Even when honest means using big words like molested.

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Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

Anyway, where was I? Yes, night two. So, I ask Maggie, what happened? Well, she tells me, her uncle came over. Yes, and how did that make you feel? Butterflies, she says, and embarrassment for what I was wearing. What were you wearing? Jeans and a tee shirt, she tells me. Ah, I see, hardly the sort of clothing a temptress would wear to show her appreciation for such a fine suitor as her uncle. How did you fix this issue?

Well, Maggie says, I lost my jeans and my panties and put on my “special occasion” skirt and pulled it up high, so it was barely covered by jailbait ass. Her younger sister complimented Maggie for looking so cute – Maggie likes being a good example for her younger sister – and her father shot her a quick, knowing glance. And while that felt good, she really longed for the attention and compliment only her uncle’s hard cock inside her and rough, calloused hands molesting her tiny, cute body can give.

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Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

Those calloused hands climbed up, and down, and up, and down her tender, not yet legal body, and the trembles in Maggie’s voice made it really easy to imagine how scared she was that night. But nothing strange there, I tell her, dating is tough!
Soon her naked body is before her uncle and then the real fun starts. Uncle loved how “tiny” she was, focusing on her waist, molesting her stomach, squeezing her with his big hands, feeling her ribs, touching his left and right hands together as he chokes her delicate torso with his masculine might. “Did you like the way his eyes lit up with joy as he squeezed your tiny body so?” I ask Maggie. Yes, she cries.

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Extreme Phone Sex as only Shannon can give.

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And so, he does. But not before picking little Shannon up, placing her on his lap, tiny little legs straddling his, as he stares into her eyes. Passion, need, want, and uncontrolled sexual desire radiate from his dark eyes. Fear, confusion, a plea for help, an overwhelmed little girl who is not ready for this look back at him. Did Uncle respond to that sad, delicate look by putting her down? By letting her go? By buying her an ice cream cone and doll and treating her like all the other girls at school with nice Uncles? Lol, he reached under her tutu and stuck a finger up her cunt. It hurt, she cried, and I got wet hearing her relive it. “I didn’t want him to do it” Shannon cried, “it hurt, and I wanted it to stop,” she said as the first knuckle went in.

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Deviant – Laylene – same thing really!!

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I saw one of my old girls last week. Kelly was her name. She came into view for just a second in an alley while on my drive to the gymnastics studio. Tracks on her arms, a 30 week bump on her belly, ten inch cock in her mouth, and a vacant stare on her face. If I had to guess each bob of her head on that strangers cock was worth two dollars, an impressive haul for such an unimpressive slut. I almost wondered what she’d be today if her mom and dad had been a little more careful.

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Deviant Phone Sex 

You send me out hunting. For something small and delightful. A “cock jumper” I call them, for the way they make your cock bounce. But you’ve been getting a little greedy lately. Too much about you. Not enough about me. And you need me. If you walked up to the local school playground and started chatting up the girls you’d be surrounded by ten police cars in five minutes. You need me, so I set the rules. And today’s rule is our cock jumper gets one request.
I find her easily enough. Red hair and freckles, pale skin, thin legs, no curves, it’s like Pipi Longstocking and little ones n tiaras had a little girl just for us.

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