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Obsession(s)

... couldn't satisfy that urge no matter how she tried. She said, "I tried it like I was going to war, man-- I was sweating like crazy and my... 'area' was all raw but I still can't get there..." I can still remember her breathless admission of it, the way her voice changed between a seductive purr and a plaintive whine as she described it-- talking about it made her more frustrated but also even more horny and I could hear it in her voice and her slightly ragged, uneven breathing. I started to suspect she was actively masturbating while we talked, as she started telling me things not really germane to her "problem", like how she liked to jerk off looking at girls sometimes, and at vids of older men fucking young girls... There was more but I can't bear to relate it here. It was alarming, excruciating, delightful, exciting, all at the same time. I was so hard I thought I was going to rip my jeans or my cock was going to rupture or something. I did the best I could to fumble through telling her there was nothing wrong with any of it, it was natural for young people etc., but from that moment until the end of the conversation all I could really think about was the image that had leaped into my head, unbidden, of her naked on her bed, sweat glistening all over her pale, soft flesh, her generous tits wobbling as she bore down, grunting and red-faced, her hand desperately churning on her sloppy wet pussy... Oh Jesus, that makes me feel faint. So I got off the phone as quickly as I ...

... reasonably could and within a couple of minutes was milking a gigantic load of cum out into my office trash can. It was wrong, and my (legit, not gross) love for her got all mixed up with that wrongness and how fucking unbearably sexy she was and I just exploded. I wound up jerking off three times in the span of an hour that night, each eruption in my mind splattering all over this poor, confused, horny, erotic little girl. I wanted desperately to "help" her with her "problem", and I knew that was a big problem for me. So right after Christmas Randi came to visit us again. I was glad to get to see her but I was also worried about that other part of me that was TOO glad to see her. Right at the beginning, I kind of tried to talk to her and let her know she was too old and too "well-developed" to be hanging all over me and trying to sit in my lap and stuff. She got kind of upset about it and avoided me for a day or two but that was fine-- I had indulged that fantasy enough by then that just a simple hug or her taking on that soft, purring voice I had heard before, on that fateful call, made me start to stiffen up and I would have to remove myself from the situation. Everything was fine until the second-to-last night she was with us. We routinely stayed up much later than everyone else, talking or playing video games, but she was in her nightgown and kept trying to "cuddle" with me in my chair. I had the expected reaction immediately and tried to get up, but my attempt at escape ...