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Stephanie, Through The Looking Glass
by Barticlees (01bartilr@sbcglobal.net)

***

Stephanie discovers her hidden powers. (MMf-teen, ped, 
inc, 1st, mast, oral)
 
***

Stephanie had just turned 13. She knew what other girls 
thought, or at least she thought she did. 'Good girls 
don't do it'. Oral sex. Sucking a man's dick; his cock. 
Taking a boy's erection and putting it in your mouth. 
You weren't supposed to do something like that. It was 
filthy and disgusting. That was certainly her attitude 
now that she was in junior high school, where, like all 
the other girls, she was just beginning to blossom.

She was beginning to get crushes on boys. She had never 
realized before how cute they were. Whenever she 
thought no one was watching, she would find herself 
just staring for long periods of time at one of the 
cutest boys in her class, Bobby Glass. He wasn't the 
best looking or the best athlete but she liked his 
personality. 

He always had a mischievous twinkle in his eye and was 
always getting in trouble for exploring the boundaries 
of what he could get away with in class. It was never 
bad things, just harmless mischief. But, he was one of 
the teacher's favorites, and, even though it was the 
teacher's duty to punish him when he stepped out of 
line, she could never stay mad at him for long. He was 
just being a boy.

Stephanie envied his light heartedness. Some people 
were just lucky that way, she supposed.

She was somewhat rigid. She lived alone with her single 
mother in a small apartment. They were happy together 
but Stephanie knew that her mother struggled to make 
ends meet. Ever since her father had run off with his 
secretary, Stephanie's mother had had to find a job and 
try to build a career for herself, as a secretary. 

Sometimes Stephanie wondered at the irony of her 
mother's position; trying to become a secretary; the 
same kind of job as the woman who had stolen her 
husband. Stephanie thought that it was almost as though 
her mother was thinking 'if you can't beat em', join 
em'. To Stephanie's limited understanding of the world, 
it appeared that it was a woman's destiny to spend her 
life attracting and then holding on to a man. Men 
seemed to have the all the power over the quality of a 
woman's life. And, just like Bobby Glass, they seemed 
to be able to get away with anything.

And so, later that year, when her mother finally found 
another man and decided to get married again, Stephanie 
had very mixed emotions. They were moving into a nice 
house. They had enough money again. And her mother 
seemed to be very happy. But Stephanie was wary. She 
wasn't sure how to approach the whole situation.

Stephanie liked her new father-in-law Steve. He was a 
good looking man who seemed to really care about her 
mother. And he always went out of his way to be 
friendly and helpful to Stephanie. But she was afraid 
that he would leave her mother just like her father had 
done. Stephanie noticed, as she watched the interplay 
between her mother, and Steve, that her mother tried 
extra hard to make Steve happy. 

Stephanie also liked Steve because, well, because he 
was male. He was like a boy, only fully grown. He was a 
man. A handsome man. And each time Stephanie wondered 
what it looked like inside of his pants she would blush 
with shame. She just couldn't help herself. She had 
become fascinated with the male anatomy. She was 
ashamed of herself when she caught herself wondering 
about the size of his manhood, and wondering about its 
size relative to what she imagined to be the size of 
Bobby Glass's dick.

She had seen pictures of the famous sculpture of David 
by Michelangelo, and had thrilled at the sight of the 
statues naked penis. She couldn't believe that people 
were so casual in their admiration of the famous 
statue. Didn't they see that his dick was showing? And 
what was even more confusing to Stephanie was the 
realization that she was fascinated by the narrow 
curves of the statue's buttocks. She wondered what was 
wrong with her. 

Why would a girl want to look at a guy's ass. It made 
no sense and yet she couldn't stop thinking about both 
of them; the penis and the long narrow curves of his 
butt. It made her feel strange and light headed, like 
she was losing her sanity. It was like day dreaming 
only different. There seemed to be a warmth and a 
sweetness about those kind of day dreams that was 
different. She would find herself at moments like that 
becoming suddenly very aware of her nakedness under her 
clothes. 

She could feel, at those moments, while day dreaming in 
class, every single little sensation of chair or cloth 
against the bottom of her thighs and on her legs. And 
there was an equally strange sensation in her budding 
breasts. She was both mystified and concerned by the 
warmth that seemed to be generated inside of her there, 
and, also, between her legs, as she pondered the 
statue, and Steve, and Bobby Glass. The energy that 
came over her during those musings both stimulated and 
frightened her at the same time. 

She had a perverted desire to just touch herself. To 
massage herself in places where her hands had no 
business being. She thought it was filthy. And yet, she 
couldn't stop thinking about them. What was it about 
men? Stephanie feared to give free reign to that warm 
and wonderful demon that dwelt within her. 

Stephanie couldn't help herself. She was masturbating. 
By the flickering glow of the computer screen; naked, 
legs spread wide, and with her two fingers reaching 
desperately inside, trying, successfully, to coax forth 
the bewitching waves of ecstasy that mother nature had 
bestowed upon her, she reread over and over again the 
words that he had sent her on the screen. 

She had temporarily lost the ability to sit up and type 
a response.

"What do I look like? I don't know Steph. Average I 
guess. The girls in my class all seem to like me. It's 
weird though. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, the 
face I see looking back doesn't really represent the 
reality that I feel within my heart. Do you know what 
I'm talking about Steph? I know that sounds crazy, but, 
it's like, I don't know. It's like I didn't pick this 
body or this face. But I truly wish that I could."

Stephanie's head was back and her back was starting to 
arch upward. So it wasn't only her that had that 
feeling she thought to herself. Through slitted eyes, 
almost shut with the beauty of her orgasm, she could 
barely see well enough to read the last words of his 
message. 

"Why don't we just let our real inner selves 
communicate with each other? Is that okay with you? 
Then we can just allow the faces we see on each other 
be the reflections of our souls?" 

"Oh dear God," she thought to herself as her the fire 
of her orgasm ignited within her young pussy. Her 
fingers curled up and in and her thumb rubbed over her 
exquisitely sensitive clitoris. 

"Oh, umphh... you... unngghh... beautiful," she said to 
no one in her room but herself, "Uunngggghh... 
poetic... ohmyGod! ohmyGod! ohmyGod! Bastard you," she 
grunted between spasms. 

At that moment she was soooo grateful for the computer 
that Steve had bought her for her birthday. It was, at 
the moment, her big white masturbation machine that 
allowed her to explore her body, and her mind, and her 
sexuality in the privacy of her very own big pink 
bedroom without the fear of unwanted entanglements, 
commitments, or complications. It was her own personal 
ticket to fly. And she was soaring. Carried aloft, 
above the clouds of rapture, by the howling winds of 
her sexual release. 

"Good girls definitely didn't do things like this," a 
little voice in the back of her head said at that 
moment. "Then I don't fucking want to be a good girl," 
the devil in her soul answered back with a much louder 
and more forceful voice that, at that moment, drowned 
out all other reality for Stephanie as she humped out 
the remaining waves of her orgasm against her fingers. 

It wasn't much longer after that that she first sucked 
Steve's dick.

He didn't force her. But, she realized later in 
therapy, he had lured her. Her therapist tried to 
convince her that she had been molested, but Stephanie 
couldn't really buy it. She had wanted to do it. She 
had been curious. She had wanted to taste it. She had 
wanted to look at it. She had wanted to caress it and 
feel it's long warmth in the palm of her hand. She had 
wanted to make Steve feel good. She had wanted it in 
her mouth.

Had he lured her? Had he teased her by leaving his robe 
strategically open at just the right moments? 

"So what?" she thought. "Isn't that what women and 
girls do to men every day of their lives? Isn't that 
why they wear such beautiful clothes and put on red 
lipstick? Didn't they want to lure the man of their 
dreams from near or far? Didn't they want him to be so 
inflamed with desire at the thought of her beauty that 
they would stumble over themselves like clumsy oafs 
trying to get near them? 

So Steve had teased her? So he had taken advantage of 
her sexual curiosity? She didn't have to suck his dick. 
"But", she thought, "I suppose he could have stopped 
me". But then, why? We both wanted it. 

She could remember that summer clearly. She remembered 
wearing a skimpy bikini whenever she went out back to 
take a dip in the pool. She knew when Steve was looking 
at her. She enjoyed being able to attract his attention 
like that. She enjoyed his genuine appreciation of her 
as a pretty and sexual creature. It gave her a sense of 
power that she had always lacked prior to the budding 
of her young womanly body. She felt that she finally 
had some control over her destiny, and she was eager to 
explore the boundaries of that power. 

She knew that boys liked oral sex. 'Blowjobs' were what 
the more liberal and open of the girls in her class 
called them. "I've heard that you can make a boy go 
insane by sucking his dick," they giggled to one 
another in wide eyed innocence. "And, if you don't let 
him come," Alisha had said, as they all trilled at the 
sound of such a salaciously naughty word, "His balls 
will turn blue and he will die of a heart attack." They 
giggled and laughed at the mere thought of killing a 
boy with pleasure. 

Stephanie couldn't know that it wasn't too far from the 
truth. That many a rich old man had been "executed" by 
the tender loving mouth of his mistress or new bride. 
It was a talent worth learning, Stephanie thought to 
herself. She wondered if, maybe, if she could get very 
good at it, then she could make sure that when she got 
married her man would never leave her. "I can keep him 
at home with blowjobs" she thought to herself. It made 
her feel evil, but empowered, by the mere thought of 
mouth whipping a man.

And so it happened. On the couch. While watching 
television together after her mother had gone to bed.

She had been leaning against him with his arm around 
her shoulder when she had suddenly reached up, and put 
her hand on his leg. A little startled, but not too, he 
had waited a couple of minutes to put his hand gently 
on top of hers to reassure her. 

It was a silent communication of acceptance and 
understanding that they both understood. Together, like 
fingers on a Ouija Board, neither one leading and 
neither one following, their hands slowly migrated up 
to the bulge in his crotch. It was she who unzipped 
him. And it was she, who, uncertain of this new 
territory, felt around to find and then eventually pull 
his fully formed and large erection free from his 
shorts and out into the open.

No words were spoken. None were needed. He leaned 
slightly back and allowed her the room to explore his 
sexual organ and looked down enraptured, at the sight 
of her long, soft, brown hair on the back of her still 
small head, as she leaned into his lap and fondled his 
package.

She looked unashamedly at his stiffness. She rubbed her 
hand up and down and noted how the warm flesh would 
follow her hand over his stalk. She looked at the 
graceful curves of the swollen head of his erect cock 
and wondered at how something so hard could also be so 
soft at the same time. "Just on a purely mechanical 
basis," she thought, "it was the perfect thing to put 
inside a woman." You could jam it in as hard as you 
wanted and yet not damage anything. 

The natural cushion on the end of it would soften the 
impact of any deep penetrations against her cervix. And 
the girth of the swollen head would serve to find and 
manipulate all the hungry hidden corners, nooks, and 
crannies of the inside of her vagina; "especially," she 
thought, "when, and if ,it were to go completely out 
and then back in at the fleshy entrance, repeatedly, 
over....... and over... and over... and over... and..." 
Well, anyway, it was just a perfect fit. It was the 
perfect tool to stimulate the inside of a female's 
pussy and drive her to orgasm. 

She felt the moisture seeping inside of her body. But, 
while she may have been willing to share the pleasure 
of her mouth with Steve, they both understood 
instinctively and without speaking that the most 
intimate treasure between her legs was off limits. She 
was saving it. It was her sexual dowry to the man she 
would eventually decide to marry. 

And so, as a light sheen of perspiration formed on 
Steve's forehead, he waited in an agony of expectation 
for the pretty daughter-in-law between his legs to 
begin sucking him. 
 
She was certainly taking her time.

Eventually though, after gently stroking him for a 
while, and gradually becoming comfortable with the near 
proximity of his hairy manhood, she took the next 
natural step and gently leaned in and kissed the end of 
his penis. The feeling of her pretty teenaged lips on 
the end of his penis almost drove Steve mad; just as 
predicted by Stephanie's giggling classmates.

Stephanie could sense the affect it was having on her 
father in law. She was almost as excited as he was as 
she opened her lips and took the head of his dick into 
her mouth. She rolled it around on the end of her 
tongue and tasted the salty droplets that had formed at 
end of his little pee hole. 

She liked it. It kind of reminded her of the taste of 
anchovies, but then, it also tasted like... sex. As she 
continued rubbing his cock head around to coat the 
inside of her mouth with his odor and his taste, she 
had already decided that she liked giving head. She 
already liked the feel of a stiff dick imbedded in her 
mouth. She could literally taste Steve's arousal. 

It was then that she heard the squishing sounds of her 
mother masturbating in the easy chair across the 
darkened room from them.

Steve's cock almost came out of Stephanie's mouth as 
she turned her head just enough to see her mother's 
nearly naked form in the darkened corner of the living 
room. She could see her mother's pendulous mature 
breasts dangling from beneath the night gown that she 
had pulled up under chin. Their dark brown cookie sized 
nipples were swaying on her chest to the rhythm of her 
fingers as they pistoned in and out of her thick pussy 
hair.

Stephanie stopped what she was doing. Her mother was 
masturbating to the sight of her own daughter 
performing incest on her husband.

Reluctantly, Stephanie removed her father-in-law's cock 
from her mouth. A little light bulb had just come on in 
her head, and, if she was right.

"Having fun Mom?" she asked sarcastically.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, baby. It's just that I was thirsty 
and I was going to get... umphhh... umphhh... and I saw 
you... umphhh... and I... umphh... just... I... umphhh, 
umphhh... oh God."

The pieces of the puzzle were coming into place for 
Stephanie now. She would know for sure in just a 
moment. All she had to do was...

"You look so lonely over there Mom. Why don't you come 
over here and join us" she said still grasping Steve's 
hard pole. 

Sophie gratefully arose from the chair. But before she 
could take even one step.

"Don't walk mother" Stephanie's voice floated lovingly 
across the room, "CRAWL!" She ordered her mother with a 
firmness and contempt that shocked even Stephanie 
herself. 

Her mother stopped dead in her tracks like a deer 
caught in the oncoming headlights of a Mack truck. For 
moments there was no sound. The silence in the room was 
deafening. Stephanie was unconsciously holding her 
breath, and Steve stared speechless at the drama that 
was unfolding before him. 

Poor Sophie's heart had almost quit beating. Suddenly 
she was aware of all the things that she had ever done 
wrong in her life, and, especially, as Stephanie's 
mother. She was overwhelmed with guilt about her failed 
marriage. And she felt that she had just caught a 
glimpse at that moment of the true extent of the damage 
that her failed marriage had done to Stephanie. 
Stephanie had been very close to her father. 

Sophie, standing completely naked in the middle of the 
room, looked up at her daughter's form, kneeling 
between her new husbands legs while still holding his 
long stiff erection in her hand. And a single large 
tear slipped down from the corner of her eye. 

Coldly, without remorse, Stephanie noted the lingering 
hesitation and fear in her mother's eyes and knew that 
the moment of decision had arrived. So, more softly 
this time, and with a big warm smile, she added, "I 
just want to watch your big beautiful tits dangle."

Slowly, ever so slowly, and inevitably, Sophie's legs 
gave out below her and she sank to her knees. Tears 
streamed from her eyes now as she knelt before them, on 
the floor, in front of the big easy chair that she had 
been sitting in while she jacked off to the sight of 
her own daughter engaged in an incestuous exchange. 

"That's good Mommy," Stephanie said finally. "Now just 
crawl on over here to your little girl and maybe, just 
maybe, if you are a good little girlie wirlie, she will 
let you suck Stevie's big dick. Would you like that 
Mommy? Would you like to suck on Stevie's big dickie 
wickie?" Stephanie smiled a purely wicked smile and 
pointed Steve's throbbing erection at her. "Oh my" she 
said, "Just look how big and hard it is."

Sobbing, Sophie crawled defeated across the living room 
carpet to the welcoming touch of her daughter's hand 
stroking the top of her head. 

"That's a good little girlie, Mommy. Now you can suckie 
on Stevie weevie's big dick."

With that she unceremoniously shoved her mother's face 
into Steve's lap, shocked at the force with which she 
pushed her mother's unresisting head down and towards 
Steve's waiting dick. 

Sophie's mouth opened wide to receive him. Her jaws 
spread painfully as the full length of his cock was 
shoved into her mouth and down her throat. 

With her daughter's hand pushing firmly down on the 
back of her head Sophie sucked off her husband.

But it wasn't all bad. Stephanie was sympathetic to her 
poor mother's plight. After all, the bitch had given 
birth to her. So she reached between her mother's legs 
while she sucked and stuck her fingers into her mothers 
wide open, unprotected, and unbelievably soaking cunt. 

Mercilessly, Stephanie worked her fingers in and out of 
her mother's pussy with one hand while shoving her head 
down over and over again on Steve's throbbing hard. 

"That's good, Mommy," she said encouragingly, as she 
watched the whole length of her father-in-law's dick 
disappear again and again up into her mother's mouth, 
and noted the accompanying swelling that appeared 
inside her mother's throat as the fat cockhead was 
forced down her gullet. "Show Steve what a loving wife 
and cocksucker you are. Show him how you can suck his 
dick."

It didn't take too long for her efforts to be rewarded.

After only about two to three minutes of this forced 
fucking of Sophie's face, incredibly, Sophie was ready 
to come. The exquisitely forbidden and taboo feeling of 
her daughter's fingers working in and out of her vagina 
and the feel of her daughters thumb roughly and rudely 
stroking the length of her clitoris caused Stephanie's 
mother to have an orgasm the size of Cleveland. Sophie 
could feel it trying to shove its way out of her body. 
It was like the devil had materialized within her and 
was trying to birth itself out of her clit and through 
her vagina accompanied by a crescendo of ecstasy.

Stephanie's mother stiffened and came. Sophie's 
backbone became rigid with her climax as Steve's 
thrusting pole pounded against the membranes at the 
furthest reaches of the bottom of her throat. Then it 
throbbed one last time, and began squirting out its 
sperm. Between the contractions of her orgasm and the 
spurting of Steve's ejaculate into her throat Stephanie 
was worried that her mother might actually choke to 
death. So, when she sensed that her mother's heaving 
frame couldn't possibly survive another moment, 
Stephanie grabbed a handful of her mother's hair and 
jerked her head upright. 

Sophie came up coughing and spitting out sperm. Still 
riding the last waves of the most intense orgasm of her 
life, she gratefully gulped in, with huge gasps, the 
cool air that her burning lungs demanded.

With each gasp and cough, yet another large blob of 
Steve's seed flew forth from her wide open mouth.

Then, like a fifty pound sack of potatoes, she 
collapsed in a heap on the floor. 

Semen flowed in little white streams over her lips and 
down her chin

At that moment, Stephanie knew, from that day on things 
would never be the same. The balance of power had just 
shifted with such force in their house that Stephanie 
was sure it must have registered on the Richter scale. 

Steve sat on the couch, his now flaccid cock lolling 
limply outside his zipper, and stared in wide eyed 
wonder at the girl before him. "Who is this girl?" he 
asked himself. "Where the hell did she come from?"

"My God, Stephanie, that was the most..." he started to 
say.

SMACK! Poor Steve never saw it coming. As he brought 
his hand up to cover the spot on his cheek where she 
had backhanded him, his face burned with pain and his 
soul burned with shame. 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU FUCKING PIG!" Stephanie screamed 
at the top of her lungs. She was panting in rage with 
her face just inches away from Steve's. He leaned back 
in shock, too stunned to move; too frightened to move. 

"YOU FUCKING PIG!" she screamed again. "You would have 
fucked me wouldn't you? Your own god-damned daughter in 
law; a fucking thirteen year old." Here she stood up 
and pulled down her shorts and panties with one big 
pull. She thrust her hips at his face and put her hairy 
vagina within smelling distance of his nose. "Is this 
what you wanted asshole? Is this the pussy that you've 
been dreaming of?" She reached down and spread her 
pussy lips open so that Steve could see inside of her.

He stared open mouthed. 

"How many times have you jacked off thinking about 
getting some of this asshole. Did you imagine that the 
sperm you were shooting out onto your stomach was going 
to end up in my little virgin cunt?" Stephanie stared 
at Steve. Her eyes burned with fury. Her face was 
livid. "WELL? DID YOU?" she screamed again.

"I-I... I didn't."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLE!" she screamed. She stared 
down into his lap and watched with disgust as his 
flaccid dick began to stir and stiffen. Incredibly, 
relentlessly, it became fully hard and the head of his 
cock swelled with passion. 

"My God," she said, almost to herself, "You really are 
one sick fuck."

"Get up," she yelled, and stepped back. "Get off that 
couch and take off all your clothes. I want you on your 
knees fucking my mother from behind like the bitch that 
she is."

Steve couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot. 

"Or maybe you would prefer that I call the police and 
tell them how you made perform fellatio on you?" She 
smiled down at him. "Oh, officer," she said, in her 
most perfectly innocent school girl voice, "it was just 
so awful. We were watching television, officer, and, 
out of the blue, he just grabbed my head, and...oh, 
boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Oh, officer, it was just all so 
horrible. I just can't go on. Oh I just want to die. 
I..."

"You bitch. You know it wasn't..." 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Steve couldn't believe it. He was being bitch slapped 
by a thirteen year old girl. And he couldn't do one 
damn thing to stop her. He covered his face with both 
his hands to protect himself from the pain of her slaps 
and from the reality of what he had gotten himself 
into. He burned with shame and humiliation, but he 
still didn't move.

And that's when Steve experienced something that he 
would never forget for the rest of his life. Something 
so horrible that no man should ever have to endure 
it... ever. He thought he was going to puke from the 
pain: the intense, unspeakably acute, and gut wrenching 
pain of Stephanie's foot suddenly stomping down with 
all of her frustrated, infuriated, outraged, and 
incensed strength right, directly, and furiously onto 
and into his balls. 

His hands flew immediately from his slap reddened face 
to his crotch as he let out a moan of unspeakable 
agony. And he rolled off the couch onto the floor. . 

And there he lay; there, on the floor of their nicely 
appointed living room, in their pretty little house, in 
their nice, expensive, comfortable, upscale, security 
gated, and, above all else, above absolutely every 
fucking thing else in the universe, RESPECTABLE!! 
neighborhood, clutching his crotch, and trying, with 
all of his might, unsuccessfully, to ease the 
nauseating pain that consumed his stomach and his 
entire universe. 

"Oh, that's much better," Stephanie said breezily. 
"Thank you for obeying me... Daddy. Now, why don't you 
just start taking off your clothes like a good little 
boy. I think my Mommy needs to be serviced."

Steve was unable to comply. He could barely hear, 
barely even think in his present state of agony.

"Or maybe you would like for me to give you a little 
more motivation," Stephanie said, as she stepped in 
front of him and drew her foot back, like a place 
kicker about to kick a record breaking, 60 yard, last 
second, game winning, super bowl, field goal.

That seemed to get Steve's attention. Quickly... oh so 
quickly... his hands moved to his belt buckle. With a 
frenetic haste he fumbled to unbuckled and unbutton 
himself. Then he quickly started to pull his pants down 
along with his boxer shorts. 

Stephanie smiled down at the sight of her new father in 
law; naked from the waist down. She looked at the 
nicely shaped form of his slightly hairy and manly 
legs, with their accompanying set of large, though 
somewhat reddened, testicles, and his larger than 
average, and still semi-erect cock. "Not too shabby," 
Stephanie thought to herself. "I can see what Mom saw 
in him. Maybe one of these days I just might..." 

"Please baby, don't do this," Stephanie suddenly heard 
her mother beg, as Steve lifted her off the floor and 
got into a kneeling position behind her. 

Stephanie just smiled as she watched Steve take his 
mysteriously not quite hard cock in his hand and 
pointed it toward his new wife's wet vaginal opening. 
Then, as Steve leaned forward to force his cock up into 
her mother's cunt, Stephanie listened with great 
satisfaction to her mother's grunt of... pain? 
pleasure? humiliation? Or maybe it was all three at 
once. 

Calmly Stephanie pulled up her shorts and panties and 
sat down on the couch. There, she casually leaned back, 
crossed her legs, and watched in satisfaction as her 
two "parents" rutted like pigs on the living room floor 
before her. She reached over to pick up the television 
remote control, and, as she listened to the sound of 
her mommy and daddy's growing lust and enthusiasm as he 
fucked her from behind, Stephanie just couldn't stop 
smiling. 

"Things are beginning to look up for me," she thought 
to herself as she clicked the remote at the television, 
surfing through the stations, looking for something 
more interesting to watch.

END

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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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