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And Then There Were Three - 4
by Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

This is the concluding part of a story in four parts. 
It started with an unknowing cuckold; later, as the 
story unfolds, he becomes a knowing cuckold and then a 
voyeuristic cuckold enjoying the humiliation of it all. 
It is set in the UK, hence the English spelling. (MMF, 
bi, wife, cheat, oral, anal, huml, crème-pie, preg)

***

(from end of part three)

It felt good I have to say. I think he was surprised to 
feel me start to harden. It wasn't just the effect of 
his mouth on my hardening prick; it was what I was 
looking at as well.

Paula had swivelled back to expose her cunt towards me. 
She was watching her husband kneeling in front of her 
lover, licking his wife's love-juice and her lover's 
cum from his prick. I looked at her as she masturbated 
vigorously at the sight. She smiled broadly at me. 'I 
love you,' she silently mouthed. I looked back at her. 
'I love you too' I silently replied.

What the fuck had I got myself into? I thought.

Part four

Paula saved the situation by way of a violent and noisy 
orgasm. Martin stopped sucking my prick to turn and 
look. I was relieved as he'd got me to a good erection 
and I was beginning to wonder who would come first, me 
or Paula (or him). We both watched as she shuddered 
into quietness and then totally relax. She lay there 
for a short while with her eyes half closed and then 
opened them fully. 

'Come and make love to me Martin,' she said, and moved 
back into the centre of the bed. She looked in quite a 
state, her thong pulled to one side, her skirt around 
her waist and her swollen breasts exposed. She was 
soaked, as were the sheets around her. There was a 
scent of raw sex in the air; a heady mixture of her 
feminine fragrance, my cum and the heat of her husband.

Martin moved to the bed on his knees (ever submissive) 
he climbed onto it and then between Paula's parted 
legs. She put her arms around his neck as he started to 
rapidly prod around the area of her cunt with his 
little penis, trying to enter her. No wonder he had a 
problem; from behind he looked like a desperate dog 
trying to shag a bitch. 'Wait!' said a voice sounding 
strangely like mine. He stopped dead and looked over 
his shoulder at me. 'Slowly Martin,' I said, 'slowly.'

'I'll help' said Paula and reached down to guide his 
penis. As she touched it I sensed him tense; without 
any thought I reached forward and grasped his balls 
firmly in my right hand and squeezed. 'Don't even think 
about cumming,' I said and squeezed slightly harder. 

He gasped and stayed stock still. 'Now, I said, 'Paula 
just ease the end of his cock into you, no more than 
that, and then let go of it.' She moved towards him 
with her hips and took the end of his penis in between 
her fingers and into her leaking cunt; then she let go 
of it. 'Stay still Martin' I commanded. 'Yes David,' he 
said, 'whatever you say.' 

I slowly let go of my grip on his balls and he lay 
still, the tip of his prick inside his wife. 'Don't 
move' I said gently, 'wait awhile.' He continued to lay 
there looking at me as I moved more into his vision. He 
looked at me almost pleadingly, like a pet waiting to 
be told he'd been a good dog. 

'Don't think about what you are doing or where you are 
Martin,' I said. 'And move further into your wife, but 
not all the way in. Do you understand me Martin?' 

'Yes David, I do' he whispered. He moved slightly and 
Paula did too. 'Don't move Paula' he said (very 
authoritive for him) and moved a little further in. He 
stopped. 'What now David?' he asked. 

'Wait,' was all I said and then 'now move all the way 
in and stop there' He didn't answer and moved all the 
way into his wife and stopped. 

'Mmm,' said Paula, 'this feels nice.'

'Keep talking to me Martin' I commanded, 'don't think 
about where you are or what you are doing.' 

'Yes David' he said and them started to tell me how 
much he admired me as a man able to satisfy his wife; 
how envious he was about the size of my penis (average 
I always thought); how he respected me for being so 
manly and assertive... on and on he went for five or so 
minutes, it began to get embarrassing. I looked at 
Paula; she was lying quietly with her eyes closed and 
with a lovely smile upon her face, clearly enjoying her 
husband inside her. 

Strangely, I began to feel like an intruder on a 
private moment (which I was I suppose). Martin followed 
my gaze and smiled down at his wife. 'Now start moving 
Martin, slowly,' I said quietly. He did, with some 
degree of control I thought; after about 30 seconds or 
so though, Paula started to move to meet his thrust and 
I could see he was going to lose any vestige of 
control. 

I watched them making love for a few more seconds 
before it became apparent Martin was going to cum. He 
pushed hard into her as he began to cum; as he did so I 
moved towards his and, as hard as I could, smacked his 
arse with the open palm of my hand. It sounded 
dramatic, as was the result. He reacted against the 
slap and rammed his small cock into his wife. She 
gasped and clamped her legs around his arse. Martin 
came hard and was pleasingly joined by Paula who both 
gasped and giggled at the same time.

They quietened and then relaxed; Martin rolled of her 
and lay on his back beside her. 'Wow!' was all Paula 
said. Martin lay there looking very pleased with 
himself. I stood looking down at them and decided it 
was time for me to go. I was intruding. 

'May I use your shower?' I asked. 

Paula nodded. I moved out of their room and into the 
bathroom. I quickly showered, went back to collect my 
clothes off their floor, took them onto the landing and 
dressed. I looked around the door to bid them goodbye: 
Martin was busy with his mouth on Paula's cunt: she 
waved at me and blew be a kiss with one hand whilst she 
held her husbands head by his hair.

I drove away and stopped at the view-point I'd stopped 
at a few weeks earlier. I needed some space to think. 
This was going to have to end. In a way, I'd become the 
odd one out. Martin was getting what he wanted, being 
humiliated and turned on at the same time; Paula was 
getting the sex she wanted with no risk as she'd 
involved Martin. 

I was the vulnerable one now; if my wife found out (and 
the law of averages dictates that she will eventually) 
my life would greatly change. It was time for me to go. 
I would do it gently and to them both, but going I was. 
We'd made an arrangement for four weeks hence, when my 
wife was away; I do it then.

***

Four weeks later, the man whose wife I'd come to fuck 
opened the door. He stood behind it to peer around the 
edge. 'Ah good, it's you David, come in,' he said. 

I stepped inside and could see why he'd half hidden 
behind the door; he was dressed in a short, silk 
dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist. My rehearsed 
parting speech faded from my mind. He turned and walked 
into the sitting room. 'Coffee?' he asked. I nodded. 

Before he moved into the kitchen, he untied the belt 
around his gown and dropped it off his shoulders and 
onto the floor. 'Paula told me to be naked around the 
house until we're all ready,' he said. Stuck for 
something to say, I said nothing. 

'My wife is getting ready for you David,' he said, 
'she'll be about 15 minutes; I shaved her this morning 
for you.' I nodded, feeling hot already in my tee-shirt 
and shorts; it was warm in the house with the curtains 
drawn. It felt odd to say the least, having coffee made 
by the naked husband of the woman who was upstairs 
preparing for sex.

I heard the water boiling and walked into the kitchen 
just as he was pouring the water. He looked quite at 
ease, naked in the company of his wife's lover. He 
turned to face me, 'Do you take milk,' he asked. I 
nodded yes. He poured in the milk and then made to 
offer me the cup, changed his mind and put it down 
again. 'Too hot,' he said.

He looked at me in a way which I found strange and 
slightly unsettling; an eager to please look, looking 
for praise, almost begging to be given a task in order 
to please, adoration, all flashing across his face as 
he stood there naked and unabashed. I found his 
pathetic look appealing and warmed to him and his need 
to be liked. Without thinking, or knowing why, I leant 
towards him and softly kissed him on his upturned 
mouth. He didn't pull away and we held the soft kiss 
for several seconds. 

He relaxed slightly and brought his hand up to my 
shoulder, slightly parting his lips as he did so. I 
flicked my tongue across his lips and he met my tongue 
with his; we broke apart and drew back to look at each 
other and then kissed again, this time with more 
feeling and certainty. As we did, I reached for his 
penis and felt it stir in my hand; he gasped and pulled 
me closer. I relaxed and he must have felt sure of me 
as with his free hand he rubbed my hardening penis 
through my shorts; when I didn't resist, he moved his 
hand to my belt and skillfully undid it and then the 
buttons of my shorts. 

I pulled slightly away to let them drop; as they did so 
he moved his hand back to my rapidly hardening prick 
still covered by my jockey shorts. I broke the kiss and 
without breaking his gaze, stepped slightly back and 
pulled my tee-shirt off over my head and dropped it to 
the floor. He looked down at my prick trying to burst 
free and then, in one fluid movement, knelt down, 
gripped the waist of my pants and pulled then down to 
the floor. I lifted one foot, and then the other as he 
pulled them free. 

Without any hesitation, he grasped my prick and pulled 
it slightly until a great drop of clear pre-cum oozed 
out. He smeared it around the head of my cock, moved 
forward and took my prick into his mouth. It felt 
bloody good. 'I'm ready you two,' called Paula from up 
stairs. Martin let me free of his mouth and stood up. 
'My wife is ready for you David,' he whispered, 'come.' 
As he turned to the door, his little prick ramrod 
straight, he reached slightly behind, grasped mine, and 
led me from the room.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs Paula spoke, 
'Ah, there you both are.' I looked up; she was stood at 
the very top of the stairs looking down on us; she 
looked stunning. She wore another mesh body stocking 
but this one was jet black. It covered her from neck to 
toes. Her breasts were visible though the mesh but the 
area around her crotch was completely open. She slowly 
turned around on her impossibly high heels, revealing 
that the area around her super arse was also open. 

'You like?,' she asked. 

I nodded slowly; yes I liked. 'She looked down at us 
both, me stood there waiting to be led to her by her 
husband by my prick. 'I see you've discovered Martin's 
bi side,' she smiled. 'He's only recently admitted to 
it, haven't you Martin?' she asked as she shifted her 
gaze to him. 

'Yes,' he said, 'yes, I have.' 

'Bring David to my bed Martin,' she said, turning away 
as she did so. Martin led me up by my prick like some 
kind of offering, which I suppose I was. On the 
landing, he hesitated by his chair, 'You can come in as 
well Martin,' Paula called. It looked like we were 
going to have an audience.

He led me into the room. Paula was standing by the bed; 
Martin let go of my prick. She came towards me, 
completely ignoring Martin; 'Hello my man,' she smiled. 
She put her arms around my neck; lifted herself 
slightly to clamp my prick between her thighs and 
against her wet cunt. We kissed with passion whilst 
Martin stood by watching. 'Did Martin get you nice and 
hard David?' she asked when she drew back. 

'He did,' I replied. What was there to hide anymore?. 
'Come to bed,' she said, and moved away.

She lay down and I lay across her, lightly biting her 
breasts through the body stocking and roughly pushing 
my fingers into her. She reacted instantly; she liked 
forceful sex and I wanted to give it to her. Telling 
them both this had to end would have to wait! She 
grabbed my hair and pushed my head down to her crotch, 
lifting her hips as I got near in her rush to feel my 
tongue on her clitoris. I thrust my tongue into her and 
nipped her clitoris between by lips; she instantly 
flooded and bucked. 

I stopped and moved up to lay on her, roughly pushing 
my prick into her and giving her a few brutal thrusts. 
As I did so, I sensed Martin moving about, and then 
felt his hands on my arse; when I pulled out, he thrust 
me back into his wife with surprising force. It was 
like being forced to screw his wife, and very erotic. I 
stayed in after a minute or so to cool things down. 
'Let me come on top' Paula said.

I rolled off her and onto my back. She knelt astride 
me, her crotch above my standing prick. 'Martin!' she 
commanded. What was this about, I thought. He moved to 
the side of the bed and took my prick in his hand; 
Paula then lowered her crotch as her husband guided me 
into her cunt. The look on his face was pure rapture; I 
couldn't make this guy out. He sat on the side of the 
bed watching and gently massaging his stiff little 
dick. 

Paula slowly started to milk my prick, putting her full 
weight onto it and then gripping it with her strong 
vaginal muscles as she pulled herself off. It felt so 
good but I knew I couldn't hold on for ever. I stopped 
her as she prepared to thrust down again. I needed some 
control over this, and indeed, both of them. 'Lay on 
your back,' I said.

She looked disappointed but moved off me. Martin looked 
a little thwarted too but I took the initiative with 
him too. As Paula moved to the side of the bed; I 
turned and without any hesitation, took Martin's dick 
into my mouth. I rolled it around, tasting his salty 
pre-cum. He went still and I heard Paula gasp, 'My 
God,' she breathed. Now I was back in control.

I lay full length on top of Paula; I gripped her wrists 
and spread-eagled her arms in line with her shoulders 
across the bed. I balanced my weight equally onto my 
hands and my legs on top of hers. Now I had her pinned 
to the bed I thrust my prick in the direction of her 
cunt; I hit the side but just roughly thrust it in. She 
gasped but I ignored it; roughly I fucked her retrained 
body. She moaned and I felt her flood as she did so. 
'Martin, he's raping me,' she groaned, 'stop him Martin 
he's hurting me; he's raping your wife Martin, stop 
him.' 

For emphasis I plunged in harder still. 

'Martin, help me,' she moaned, 'he's stronger than me, 
help me.' 

'I can't,' Martin whispered, 'he's so much stronger 
than me too.' 

I glanced at him; he was looking on transfixed at the 
sight of a man roughly fucking his wife. 'Fuck her 
harder, David,' he suddenly said. 'She's always 
fantasised about being raped by a 'real' man'; hurt her 
with your big prick.' 

For effect I rammed in as hard as I possibly could, and 
held it there. 'God!' was all she said, and then went 
quiet. I slowly withdrew; there was no way I could go 
on without coming.

I lay on my side next to Paula and she slowly smiled at 
me. I reached for her and pulled her onto her side 
against me; I lifted her leg and said 'Martin!.' He 
knew what to do and scurried to get behind his wife. He 
took my prick and guided it into his wife. She and I 
lay facing each other as I did long, slow but assertive 
thrusts into her. As we fucked she got wetter and 
wetter and made grunting noises with each plunge. I 
lifted her leg higher as I realised that Martin was 
still behind her, his eyes fastened on my prick driving 
into his wife.

I stopped moving; Paula focussed on my face with a 
quizzical look. 'Martin,' I demanded, 'bring over that 
bottle of skin lotion.' He rolled away and reached for 
the bottle and offered it to me; I didn't take it from 
him. 'Now lay behind your wife.' 

He moved quickly to comply. 'Slowly!,' I said 
forcefully. He slowed noticeably and settled beside 
her. I held my hand out, palm upwards to him; 'Pour 
some lotion onto my fingers Martin,' I said. He looked 
at me questioningly but complied. Keeping her leg held 
high, I reached round and smeared the lotion around her 
anus. She sensed what was coming and tensed herself as 
I pushed my finger into her arse. 

She gasped and I told her to relax; I slipped my finger 
out and wordlessly offered my hand to Martin for more 
lotion. He complied and I smeared it around her anus 
again and pushed my finger in again. This time she 
relaxed and I was able to slide my finger in and out of 
her lubricated arse. Paula moved herself against my 
hand with each thrust of my finger; 'Mmmm, nice,' she 
breathed.

I removed my finger and held my hand out again to 
Martin; he poured on more lotion. This time however, I 
reached for his stiff little dick and coated it with 
the lotion. 'Martin,' I said, 'without cumming, I want 
you to put your little prick into your wife's arse.' I 
felt Paula tense; I kissed her and told her it would be 
alright; it wouldn't hurt. 

Martin moved behind her. 'Martin,' I said, 'if you cum 
now, I'll break your fucking balls.' 

'I won't David, I promise,' he said. He positioned 
himself behind his wife; I reached round and held his 
balls as a warning. Paula was running wet. 'Help him,' 
I said. She reached behind her and must have grasped 
his stiff dick because he gave a short gasp. Watching 
her face, and his, I could feel that she was guiding 
his dick to her arse.

It was a strange feeling. I was inside her cunt; I felt 
her wince and then relax; then I felt his dick run up 
the wall separating our pricks. With his little dick, 
he had penetrated her arse; something I couldn't do. I 
held his balls as a warning; he stopped for a few 
seconds and then moved into her further until he was 
fully in. 

Paula gasped and then muttered something about being 
fucked by two men but it was otherwise incoherent. 
Silently, I mouthed 'Slowly' to Martin; he nodded and 
followed my movements in and out of Paula. Together we 
simultaneously fucked her. She made a variety of 
noises, some sharp breaths, sometimes a gasp and later 
an 'Ouch! Martin, you're hurting me.' 

'There's a first,' he said with a hint of satisfaction 
and rammed into her arse, she gasped and he did it 
again. There was only one way this was going to go now. 
He gave another couple of thrusts and then I could see 
that he had lost what little control he had, as with 
one last prod, he started to cum. And cum he did, it 
seemed to go on for ages. 

I felt the warm rush through the thin wall separating 
us. Paula reached round and grabbed his arse to prevent 
him slipping out of her until he'd finished. Martin 
shuddered into quietness and slowly opened his eyes. He 
grinned at me. 'Fancy hurting my wife with my little 
dick.' Then 'Did I do alright David?.' Yes you did,' 
Paula answered for me, 'you're a very good boy Martin.' 
He beamed. She eased herself off my prick. 'Martin, lay 
down on your back,' she said.

He did as he was told, spreading his arms wide and his 
legs apart in total capitulation. Paula moved towards 
him and knelt on all fours above him, between his legs. 
She was a wonderful sight. The black net tightly 
fitting her lovely arse; her cunt gaping from 
penetration. As she lowered her head to kiss him, his 
cum started to leak from her arse in a slow stream 
towards her pussy. 

I moved behind her and rubbed the end of my prick in 
his cum and then against the lips of her swollen cunt. 
She leaned forward until her head was near Martins left 
shoulder whilst her hands reached out and held his 
wrists. She started to speak into his left ear 'David 
is rubbing his prick against my pussy Martin, and it 
feels amazing, I can't thank you enough for him,' 
Martin looked over her shoulder at me and his eyes 
locked on to mine. 

'It's slipping in,' she breathed, 'it is so thick; oh 
God I love him Martin. It's bare, his flesh entering 
mine and it feels better already than yours and he is 
hardly a third in.' She went silent and arched slightly 
towards me. 'Size does matter,' she grunted, 'nearly 
there, God it is never ending, so much length and thick 
near the base. Jesus that is deep inside me, he is 
fully in me now.' I pushed in and felt what I thought 
was the end of her cunt. It wasn't; it was her orgasm 
hitting. 

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' she groaned over and over again. 
'Can't... stop... cumming, so amazing, Martin,' she 
said. 

With Martin's eyes still locked on mine, I started to 
cum; as I did so he gave me the most wonderful smile. 
As I held her arse hard against my gut I felt the warm 
gushes of cum leave my prick with what felt like great 
force. Paula felt it too as she muttered, 'Oh yes, send 
your seed deep into my womb David, send it deep 
please.' Something flashed across my mind but didn't 
register. My cum slowed and then stopped. 

'Stay in me David' she said, 'don't move yet.'

I did as she bid. Slowly, over the next few minutes, we 
three relaxed. My penis softened and slipped out of 
Paula of its own accord. She moved and lay beside 
Martin and made room for me also. She breathed out a 
long sigh. 'God, that was good,' she said. She turned 
and kissed me then whispered, 'thank you' in my ear. 

She turned to Martin, 'You were wonderful Martin,' she 
said, 'fancy hurting me with the size of your prick; 
now you can have the treat I promised you.' He lifted 
his head and smiled at her and then at me. Then he 
lowered his head, briefly kissed her breast and then 
went down her body in a series of small kisses. Paula 
shifted her body and parted her legs as he passed her 
navel. 

He carried on past her shaven pubis and she raised her 
leg; he ducked under it and came upwards towards her 
exposed pussy. He hesitated, looked first at her and 
then me before placing his mouth over her clitoris. She 
breathed sharply through her teeth and then relaxed; he 
had shifted slightly and was working his tongue in and 
out of her. She reached down and held on to his hair. 

'That's right Martin,' she said softly, 'lick David's 
cum from me; taste a real mans cum from your slut of a 
wife.' 

And he did, with some enthusiasm from the sound of it. 
Paula lay smiling whilst he did so. Once, she said, 
'Wait.' He stopped and moved his lips away from her. 
She lifted her hips and I felt her tense and then relax 
as a bubbling sound came from her cunt. Martin muttered 
something and lunged at her; he raised his head to show 
us the blob of my cum on his tongue that she had just 
expressed out of herself. 

He went to her again and stayed there, making small 
noises as he used his mouth on her. Eventually he 
stopped and came up with the remains of some cum on his 
tongue and kissed Paula, who sucked his mouth gladly. 

Eventually we all went quiet. I stirred. 'David needs 
to go, Martin, go and run the shower for him.' He got 
up and padded from the room. She rolled over and kissed 
me. 'All good things have to end David, I realise 
that.' Yet again I'd underestimated feminine intuition, 
she knew.

Martin came back to say that my shower was ready. Paula 
said that she was going to shower with me. We soaped 
each other whilst Martin looked on. I rinsed and 
stepped out, she did the same and said she wanted to 
dry me. I stood there like a child while she patted me 
dry, taking great care with my penis which, when dry, 
she rolled around in her mouth. Martin watched, 
fascinated.

'Martin will make us all a drink while we dress,' Paula 
said, 'then we can all have a drink before you go.' He 
padded off obediently, naked and unembarrassed. I 
followed him down to retrieve my clothes from the 
kitchen floor where I left them; Paula went back to 
their bedroom. 

When I entered the sitting room, Martin had made three 
drinks and also donned his silk dressing gown. After a 
few minutes, we heard Paula coming down the stairs. She 
walked into the room wearing one of her micro skirts 
and low cut top, her hair pulled up and held with a 
great yellow clasp. This woman looked beautiful at any 
time. I'd been a lucky man. Now I was about to end it.

But it wasn't to be as I'd planned. 

'Cheers David,' said Martin as he raised his glass. 
'Cheers to both of you,' I said, raising my glass in 
turn. The ice-cold vodka was welcome. 

'David,' Paula said in the silence, 'and you Martin. 
Everything comes to an end and this wonderful time 
together will be no exception. I've realised that we 
have had something special to the benefit of us all. 
What I didn't want was it to end with no memento, no 
tangible thing to remind us.' She stopped; Martin 
looked sad and confused at the same time and I took a 
good swig of vodka as my brain made some connections, 
albeit too late. 

'Martin,' she continued, 'when did you last cum inside 
me?.' 

'An hour ago,' he grinned. A look of annoyance flitted 
across her face. 'It was when David helped you the last 
time we all met, Martin.' 

'Yes it was,' he admitted, 'we haven't had sex since 
then.' 

'That's right,' she said, 'that's how I planned it.' 

My brain started to make all the right connections. 
Martin's clearly hadn't as he looked puzzled. 'Since 
the last time we met I've stopped taking my 
contraceptive pills Martin. According to my charts, I 
am now at my most fertile time of the month. 

My brain made all the connections... 'make me 
pregnant... send your seed deep into my womb David, 
send it deep please... stay in me… don't move yet...' 
Martin looked bewildered; I had a feeling of dread. 

Paula continued, 'Both of us, Martin, will have a 
lasting memory of David; he will have made me pregnant 
today, I know it.' Martin and I exchanged looks, his 
astonished; I just gave a slight shrug; a 'what can I 
do about it? shrug. I ended the silence. 'I hope you 
can both handle the situation.' 

'We'll be fine David, don't concern yourself; Martin 
will have a daily reminder of the man he so admires; I 
will have something forever of the man I fell in love 
with.' She added, 'We'll be fine.'

I downed the rest of my drink and put down the glass. I 
moved towards her and gave her a slight hug and a kiss 
on the cheek. 'It was great,' I said, 'thank you.' I 
turned to Martin, 'Thank you too Martin,' I said, and 
gave him a hug also. I looked at both of them, 'Good-
bye to you both,' I said lamely. 'Good-bye from the 
three of us,' reminded Paula with a smile. With nothing 
further to say, I left.

We saw each other at work occasionally, just to say 
hello. As the weeks went by, I felt better to be out of 
it; it could only have ended in trouble if it had gone 
on longer. It had all but faded when, one morning, a 
cry went up from the open-plan office where Paula 
worked; lots of girlish squeals of excitement. I looked 
out; several girls were around Paula's desk. 'What's 
all that about?,' I asked a passing girl. 'Paula's 
expecting a baby,' she said.

Later, I met her by chance in a corridor. 'I've heard 
the news,' I said, 'congratulations.' She said how 
excited she was; she'd been to the hospital for all the 
checks and that everything was looking good and that 
Martin was ecstatic. She would be giving birth to a boy 
in the next six months. I fell immediately into the 
trap (again). 'What will you call him?' I asked, 
already knowing the answer...

***

*The author is, Mr. Blue Skies 
(mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk) I would be interested to 
hear about your views on this story.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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