All of my writing is intended for adults over pussy the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong mature or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons Hardcore living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. It all started when cousin Bridget made her prophecy. Bridget has always been a very weird little girl. Perhaps I should say she has always been a very weird... and very little... girl. Aunt Nora used to say that Bridget must have been kissed by the Fey as she drew her first breath. Shortly after Bridget started talking, she began telling everyone that she would remain a child forever. Then, at about age seven, she just stopped growing. She didn’t seem to get any older mentally and she didn’t get any bigger blonde physically. Everything just stopped. They took her to all sorts of doctors and did all sorts of tests, but no one could explain what had happened. They tried growth hormone shots and several experimental procedures, but Bridget continued to remain a small child... just as she had said she would. But that wasn’t all. Shortly after she stopped growing, Bridget started having these “fits.” She would freeze up– sometimes in the middle of a sentence– and then say something really weird in a really strange, high-pitched voice that was almost a squeak. Once, when we were at Grandma O’Rourke’s for a family reunion, right in the shaved middle of dinner, she froze up and said, “Mhamó you have such a beautiful house with such beautiful things. It’s too bad that it will all burn tonight.” We all laughed it off– sort of– but then right after midnight a severe thunderstorm suddenly brewed up. And his cock hadn't softened any, as far as I could tell. You have to make your own mask, then create a scene using that mask.” Melissa rolled her eyes at me, took a look at Jamie all oiled up and perfect and said “I would, but I think I need to go smoke a joint, you guys wanna come?” "That won't do, you blouse covers too much, and we can't see the skirt. I’ve never been so nervous. Well, the senators secretary was a trailer park slut that lived a few trailers from mine. Anyway… so I started to fixate more and more on my fantasy, mainly because I wanted to be that happy, and the only way to be that happy is with a big thick cock filling me, and making the person fucking me moan and grunt and cum hard and deep in me. So over the last few weeks I have been going deeper and deeper into this lifestyle, that’s where I found this place. He shuddered noticeably, “Gezz, that sounds terrible. He was lying on a sun chair outside. Sir Fraldias is…” “Male.” I answered. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes,” squealed a girl. I didn’t feel her lubricating at all, so I signaled her mother to suck me a little more and leave some spit on my dick. Dressed in chinos and a white button down collar dress shirt it was clear that he was some kind of professional. The pleasure slammed through my mind. Why didn’t she think of that? His ass needs some rest. The bitch's grunts and moans did little to hide the other blonde sounds of her arousal. I’m sure he was just trying to demean her as much as possible. “What shaved happened to ‘hotshot’?” Still, she had never been with Hardcore a man before, and now she could feel bronze anklets being put on her and fastened. My dick throbbed in her hand as she made such slurping sounds. You do me a favor and drop that little trinket, and we go back to having fun like we were before we were interrupted! As I had her consent now , I pushed a bit more and all of it went inside her. She knew the situation. I raised my hips to give him better access. In the night I told him what his father told me in the morning. “The question is…” I took a deep breath to steel myself from the ecstasy, mature “… why did Sorrow change? We needed to neutralize this guy, preferably in a way that wasn't too blatantly illegal. Of course, it was impossible to avoid her completely, I would see her pussy every time I visited home.