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|    16 Jul 06 16:24:17    |
      From: bobandcarole@aol.com              Story: Recruiting Jim              by bobandcarole (Pedo, inc, beast, Mf, Ff, anal, oral)              Aw hell, this story has too much weird shit to even name it all. Just be       warned that this story is not true, but is pretty nasty and perverted.       So if you are kinky like me, enjoy!              Puppyloverdawn@excite.com              Jim Steel was the hottest football prospect in high school. He was 19       (having failed 3rd grade), 6'4, 235 lbs. and fast as lightning. And with       his gifted hands, he was guaranteed to be a starting wide receiver as a       rookie. Heck, NFL teams were already watching him. The only knock       against him was his low test scores, but what college cares about that       when looking at an athlete?              Jim had spent 2 full months being courted by recruiters from every major       school in the country. The recruiters offered him everything from new       cars to cash to a new house for his parents. Several of the recruiters       even promised him a cute young co-ed in his bed every night. He was       close to deciding on a school where the recruiter offered him a new car,       a house for his parents, $25,000 cash per season and 2 girls a day to       use as he wants.              Then he received a call from the one recruiter that was noticeably       absent in the bidding war. Rick Jones was the recruiter for Gibson       University in Florida, the most successful school in the last 15 years.       Gibson has sent more players to the pros than any other 4 schools       combined during that time. That is why it had seemed odd that Gibson       didn't throw its hat into the ring before now. Jim told Rick he would be       happy to meet with him but warned him that he was very close to       finalizing his decision to go to the University of New Mexico. Rick just       chuckled and asked Jim not to sign anything till they met the following       week.              Sure enough, Jim was able to hold off the pushy recruiter from UNM,       telling him he just had one more recruiter to talk to. But Jim didn't       tell him which school he was seeing so as not to make the man panic.              The next Friday afternoon, Rick showed up at the door and greeted Jim's       family with a huge smile. He had a relaxed way about him that comes from       living in Florida and knowing you are the best at what you do. After an       hour of sitting with Jim's parents and telling them about the       educational values of the school, he took Jim out for the night. He told       the parents he needed to get to know Jim in a neutral environment where       they could both relax.              Rick took Jim out in his large van to an empty parking lot. "What are we       doing here?" asked Jim. Jim was used to recruiters taking him out to       fancy dinners, or to strip clubs or even buying him a whore for an hour       or so. But this was just an empty parking lot.              Rick smiled, "Jim, I said I needed to get to know you. And I do not mean       all that 'what's your favorite color' crap. I need to know what does it       for you." Jim stared at the man with skepticism. "You see, some schools       are crippled by their own ethics. I do not have the same problem. I find       out what you want, what you really want, and I get it for you."              Jim thought for a moment and then said, "Well, I want a new car, and       money and a house for my parents, and a good education, and a chance to       compete for a..." Rick cut him off, "No, not that crap. Everyone wants       that stuff and every school can get you that stuff. No, I mean the stuff       you may not even know you want. I am going to hook you up to a machine       in the back that measures your reactions and I am going to show you some       pictures and things like that I'll find out what you like and then I       will put together my offer."              They climbed into the back of the van and Rick hooked Jim up to a       machine with wires taped to his chest, brain, arms and even a sleeve       that he had to slip over this limp cock. The images started off simple       enough. There were pictures of various cars, a picture of a dog and even       some pictures of ice cream and pizza. Then the pictures started to show       women who were undressed, then women who were having sex. Some were       women with men, others were women with women. Then there were pictures       of men with women, women and men with animals and men and women with       children. And finally pictures of children having sex with animals.              Jim wasn't saying anything. He didn't want to appear to enjoy seeing       these things, but it was obvious he was. Rick didn't need his fancy       equipment to see the bulge in Jim's jeans. "So, I see you have very       refined tastes, Jim", said Rick. Jim looked over at Rick and said,       "What, this crap? No, man, I ain't a freak or anything like that." "No,       of course you aren't, Jim", replied Rick. "You are a top athlete. And as       such you are above everyone else. You deserve to have everything you       want. And I'm here to help you with that."              The pictures continued and some got very perverted. There was a picture       of a 35 year old mother holding her blonde 7 year old daughter face down       by the shoulders as a large black man was raping her ass. The little       girl, wearing only patent leather shoes shined to a high gloss and knee       high white socks, was crying and the mom was obviously enjoying it.       Another man was standing next to them, pissing on the little girl's back.              Another picture was of two 13 year old twin brunette girls holding a       giant horse cock. The horse had a horse blanket on its back that said       "Gibson Stallions". The first girl had her hands wrapped around the       massive member and her lips on the end of the shaft. The second girl was       licking a large dollup of white slimy cum from her friend's cheek. There       was cum all over both of the girls and they both had large dildos       sticking out of their shaved pussies.              Another picture was of a 7 year old boy sucking the cock of an old man       dressed in a Superman costume. The little boy's head was shaved bald       like Lex Luthor.              Jim continued to scan the pictures and he came to a picture of a man       wearing a tie pin that said Gibson Class of '79. He had a 3 year old       girl licking his cock as the girl's mother was working two fingers into       the girl's ass hole. A sign on the wall behind them said "Gibson Alumni       Fundraiser".              "What is the deal with these pictures", asked Jim. "Are these all Gibson       alums?"              "Yes", replied Rick. "These men are all wealthy alumni. We bring them       here and make their lives as...rewarding as possible in return for very       generous donations to help fund our sports programs and pay our players.       And these women are also graduates of Gibson. They don't have the money       to donate so they donate themselves, or in some cases, their children.       Why we have one woman, class of '97, who actually gave away her daughter       to one our biggest donators for a full month to use as he pleased. I       think the little girl was 4. By the time she came back to her mom she       was such a slut her mom had to offer her services full time just to              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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