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Jail Bait
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

The following 'story' is completely and frighteningly 
true. All this happened recently to a very dear friend. 
I have composed it solely to warn you all of the 
dangers inherent in "having a little fun on the side." 
Even in cyberspace, you are at serious physical risk! 
If this doesn't convince you, nothing will! (Mf, ped, 
mast)

***

As had been his wont of late, right after dinner Terry 
wandered into the small den and sat down in the swivel 
high-back - perhaps the one, almost irrelevant 
concession to luxury he had indulged himself in these 
past two decades. Living in small-town Missouri he had 
struggled for most of his working life to make ends 
meet - 'come close' might be the more appropriate 
terminolgy - with a variety of jobs. An electrical 
tradesman by profession, he had picked up a useful 
contract with a local manufacturer, installing ceiling 
fans. Heading now well into Winter, the jobs were 
becoming noticeably infrequent. Letters from the 
mortgagee demanding the arrears on his monthly payments 
however, were quite the opposite. 

Married late with just the one now thirteen-year old 
son, Terry had faced worse before. He would ride this 
out too.

First closing the door to circumnavigate the sudden 
appearance of any unwanted visitors, he poured himself 
a bourbon and ice and logged-in to check his email. It 
was there! "Phantasy_luvr " had finally replied to his 
cyber-pleas and written to him.

Not a particularly worldly girl to judge by its 
contents, but nevertheless, that is hardly what he had 
been hanging out for. A guy nudging his mid fifties, 
doesn't chat up a young female University student in 
Nebraska, hoping to better understand the cause of the 
Indo-China conflict. Having read it twice, he swiftly 
fired-up MSN Messenger hoping to catch her on-line. 
Damn, that bourbon was hitting the spot, last half-
bottle that it was though.

The dice were falling his way tonight - there she was, 
already chatting it appeared. He clicked her dialog 
box, marginally put-out that she might be spreading her 
favors abroad this night. Such fears were allayed 
however when she assured him she had just logged-on 
herself, hoping to find him on-line. His self-esteem 
restored, his manhood pulling back from damage-control, 
he fell-in to their now familiar role-playing script. 
"Phantasy_luvr" confessing her frenetic desire to be 
used and abused by her daddy, whilst "Mountain-man" 
provided the paternal patter necessary (he hoped) to 
have her fingers on active duty in areas he could only 
dream about...and did he ever do that? - it was 
becoming a daily ritual.

The Internet is indeed a wonderful thing - the ultimate 
playing-field of electric dreams. 

"Do you like daddy's hand up your skirt, doing this?" 
he typed one-handedly, it's partner caressing a long 
dis-used (as far as marital obligations were concerned 
at least) appendage. The girl's reply was slow in 
appearing - evidence he took it, that she was indeed 
caressing deeply that youthful pussy, somewhere in the 
freezing Nebraskan wilderness.

"I love you daddy," she wrote at last, "If you want to 
fuck me that's Ok with me!"

He had always wanted a daughter - one who loved him and 
desired his sexual attentions as well, was even better. 
He had never been so hard, and three quarters the way 
to the walled city himself, he typed, leaving nothing 
to the imagination, his blueprint for what he hoped was 
their shared orgasmic solace.

At the point she entered, "Oh 
God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" into his dialog box, 
he imagined he had done not only womanhood in general a 
great service, but that the young girl was now creaming 
her panties at the behest of his dynamically arousing 
banter.

She was still describing the on-going sensations 
afflicting her body anywhere and everywhere between her 
nipples and southern climes, when he jetted-up a stream 
of cum that splattered not only his keyboard, but 
several order forms that would now need judicious 
cleansing. He smiled to himself as he thought of the 
boss's elderly secretary, mulling over the occasional 
stains as she filed the paperwork, tut-tutting at the 
outrageous possibilities. 

"That was incredible" he typed, "Biggest cum I've had 
all year, thanks," he paused for a moment before 
continuing. "I know I've asked before sweetheart," he 
punched in, "But don't you have any pictures you could 
send me? I would so love to know what you look like?"

"What I look like, or my pussy looks like?" she 
answered... he could almost hear her giggle!

"Either's fine by me," he responded. 

"Maybe I'll just take one using the timer on my 
digital," she typed.

"Make it two - at least," he pleaded, hoping she was 
even half as pretty as his fantasies had led him to 
imagine. Chatting was always a risky business he knew - 
with his luck she might turn out to be a frumpish 
spinster from Sheboygan, Wisconsin.

After they had each signed off, he sat back in the 
chair, fully reflective for a few moments. He wasn't 
'cheating' on his wife, he reasoned - after all, he 
wasn't 'seeing' anyone behind her back was he? It was 
just a bit of harmless sexy fun! My God, it's not like 
he'd had much of that since his wife had pretty much 
closed-up shop after Matthew hit double figures.

Problem is - he became so reliant on her sexually 
complicit nature he found himself spending more and 
more time on line....and more and more time mopping up 
his keyboard and peripherals. At the point of each 
ejaculation he was beginning now to feel her vaginal 
muscles clamping down at the critical moment - taste 
her youthful lips - sense her submissive aspect. He was 
in love with a ghost!

Not a week later and logging-in to his email account he 
noticed that which he had longed to see. A message from 
"Phantasy_luvr" but with attachments! Checking first to 
see whether or not she was on-line, and that being a 
negative, he clicked on 'Phantasy_1.jpg '. 

To describe his condition as catatonic, would be close 
to the mark.

Perched unashamedly on what looked like a desk in her 
bedroom, a young brunette of indeterminate age but 
surely less than the twenty years she had told him, sat 
completely naked, her legs well apart and her small 
breasts jutting teasingly towards the camera. Her arms 
at her side, she was the image of provocative tease. 
Pretty, to the point of being arrestingly beautiful, 
Terry could but stare at her sexy light brown pubic 
curls that drew the viewer's eyes to those soft pink 
folds bedded down between her legs. He had the picture 
in photo-shop in seconds and with the slightest of 
enhancement, a breathtaking angel filled his screen. 

Her lips promised the world, her hips - the same. The 
girl's blue eyes lit up her sweet face that was, as it 
happened, half-turned for effect. On full imaging, he 
could study her gentle cleavage and the perfection of 
her bodily curves. He sighed as he took in the 
magnificence of her quite small nipples - the epitome 
of feminine tease. 

'Phantasy_2.jpg' couldn't have been any more intimate 
had Michaelangelo himself directed the scene...or any 
more disturbing. The girl was on the bed this time, her 
mouth open in what looked like shocked disbelief. This 
might have had something to do with the middle-aged man 
kneeling between her legs and with his outsize erection 
as far up her innocent-looking little pussy as he could 
get it. With one hand fondling her right breast, the 
overall impression was one of aggravated rape. With her 
hands up over her head, clinging on to the bed-frame 
for either support or inspiration, the girl presented 
an image of total feminine submission.

Not even realising he had his own erection unzipped at 
this time, Terry brought himself to sticky finality - 
twice! He would probably have gone for the trifecta, 
but for the knock at the door. Hurriedly he shut down 
the monitor and zipped up. 

"Could you help me with some homework dad?" his son 
urged upon his opening the door.

"Sure Matt," he said, his mind on anything but the 
volume of a ten foot water-tank with a radius of four-
foot six inches!

Although he and "Phantasy_luvr" continued to chat from 
time to time, he sensed a reluctance on her part to 
discuss the pictures, or confide in him who the man 
was. "You just kept asking," she said, "So I sent a 
couple." He inquired if there was more naturally 
enough, but she was in no mind to ever pursue it. 
Neither would she discuss her birth certificate except 
to admit, "I know, I look young for my age!"

It's always annoying when someone turns up at your door 
late at night, especially mid-way though a good movie. 
Even more annoying when it's the F.B.I.

"Terry Edwards?" asked the larger, somewhat thick-set 
gentleman. Terry nodded. "Agent Norris," said the man 
waving his badged id in my friend's face. "This is 
Agent Finch," the other man inclined his head 
dutifully. Understandably curious, Terry shook the 
man's hand and ushered them inside.

"May we speak to you in private Sir?" said Norris, 
noting Terry's wife and son hunched up on the lounge. 
Terry ushered them into the small den..

Glancing at the desk, Norris said "Is that your 
computer Sir?" to which Terry obviously had no reason 
that he could figure, to deny it.

"Well, we have Court documents here (he waved some 
official-looking paperwork in Terry's face) to impound 
this equipment and to escort you back to the office for 
further questioning."

Having less than no idea what was going on, he had but 
three minutes to hurriedly farewell his family and 
fetch a coat - it was a cold night.

At F.B.I. headquarters he was kept in a holding room 
for almost two hours before he was interviewed by a 
third agent - one he admitted later was a tad more 
relaxed and pleasant.

They were keeping his computer he was told, to 
thoroughly analyse for possible "illegal images of 
children." It could take a week they said.

"But there's no kiddie-porn on there," he 
argued....."nothing at all!" He demanded to know why 
they had targeted him but was told to simply "go home" 
and wait to hear from them.

"Look, it's nothing major," he was assured, "Just 
following-up on another case Sir. Please go home now - 
we'll be in touch." Protesting that he needed the 
computer for work, all they admitted to him is "It's 
possible you might have your hard-disc erased by our 
software." 

Over three weeks elapsed and still he had heard 
nothing. So calling headquarters back he was told "Our 
investigations are still in progress Sir - you'll have 
to be patient. Sorry for the inconvenience. We should 
be back to you inside a week."

They were too!

"There was just the one picture Sir," said Agent 
Norris, "But that's all it takes isn't it? She was just 
twelve years old....and that was her father!" The 
handcuffs really left a lasting impression on his wife 
and son as they dragged him off that night.

Charged under Federal Law, Terry pulled down a minimum 
five and a half years. He is now incarcerated at the 
State lock-up in the Springfield slammer. His son will 
be eighteen when he gets out and his wife confided to 
me a few days ago that unless she can come up with four 
grand in back payments by the end of this week, the 
bank will be foreclosing on the house in a fortnight. 
She has nowhere to go and is shattered. I doubt Matthew 
ever gets over it.

Be aware, every photograph transmitted on Hotmail, 
Yahoo, MSN, etc, is likely to be 'tracked,' you need to 
be guilty of nothing more than turning your computer on 
and clicking on the wrong image! 

Terry did nothing... he procured no services, on-
forwarded no pictures to anyone, encouraged not the 
slightest indecency with any third party - or even knew 
the girl's age? 

By comparison - a High School teacher in Western Sydney 
last year was convicted of setting-up high-resolution 
digital video recording equipment in the Year Nine 
locker rooms, spying on the girls in the showers, 
physically molesting two fourteen-year olds and storing 
more than three thousand images of naked girls as young 
as eight - many in poses the Police described as 
horrifying. He got three years jail and a five grand 
fine. With good behavior, he'll be out in two years!

(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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I finally have gotten to update (and upgrade)it 
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Many of you have asked over the months "What the hell 
do you actually DO with your life outside sex?" A fair 
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answer.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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