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The School Marm
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Young widowed school marm Livvy gets snowed into her
one room school house with a young man and set of
siblings. They're going to have to huddle to keep warm
- and the boys refuse to huddle with each other. As
everybody knows, friction makes heat and things heat up
nicely! (F/m-teen, ped, reluc, voy, inc, 1st, size,
rom, preg)
***
Livvy Tyler hummed to herself as she got the room ready
for school. It wasn't much of a school house, to her
mind, but it was all she had. It was about halfway
between the "towns" of Red Rock and Lone Elm, as
neither town could afford its own school. That put the
school about seven miles from each, which, in 1843
meant she had to get up in the dark, saddle her horse
and ride hard to get there before her students did. All
of them were from farm or ranching families, and they
were used to getting up at four in the morning.
She wasn't.
But, she didn't have much choice. She'd been lucky
enough to land a good husband after she finished
college back east, and unlucky that he'd died within a
month and a half of the fever. Now, a 22 year old
widow, she had to teach school to live. It wasn't
really all that bad a life, she thought to herself. She
loved the lonely plains around her, and had a nice
house the mayor had said she could live in. It was
built of sod, but tight and cozy.
She wished the school house had been built of sod too,
but the two towns coughed up enough to build a frame
building, twelve by twelve feet, with a window in the
west wall and a door in the north one. Three homemade
tables, three chairs and two nail kegs comprised the
furniture, if you didn't count the old pot bellied
stove. She smiled at the horse blankets on the walls.
That was the one bright spot.
She'd been introduced to the local friendly Indians
when she got there and had fallen in love with their
weaving. She had collected, so far, eight blankets,
four of which she'd brought to school to brighten the
place up. It had taken the last of the few pieces of
jewelry she'd owned to get them, but, then, she didn't
need the jewelry anyway. There wasn't much market for a
widow in these parts, except for the cowboys, and they
didn't have anything to offer.
Well, nothing she was interested in, anyway. Of course
they were all interested in HER. But all they wanted
was to climb in the saddle and ride a while. They
weren't interested in setting up house. Not to say she
didn't miss her "saddle time". Before Jim had gotten
sick she'd had three weeks of intense and extremely
enjoyable sex with him. Then he wasted away and died
and she was so devastated she had pushed all thoughts
of pleasure out of her mind.
That was two years ago. She still thought about sex
once in a while, but decided she didn't miss it all
that much.
Unfortunately, the times she had been thinking about it
lately involved one of her students.
That would be Josh Wilson, she thought to herself. At
18 he was long past school age, but as one of nine
children, and the eldest, his father had dreams of him
going to college back east and becoming a lawyer who
could then support the rest of the family. Or at least
supplement the ranch, which wasn't doing all that bad.
Anyway, he was a good looking boy, strong as a bull,
with an even temperament who was unfailingly polite to
her and helpful with the other children. He often
helped her by explaining things to them in terms they
were familiar with. He taught math by asking
combinations of numbers of cattle in a herd, the
gestation period for a heifer, the number of cows a
bull could service in a day and things like that. The
first time she'd heard him talking about such things
she'd started to upbraid him for being crude, but the
child he was talking to "got it" so quickly she held
her tongue. Now she knew the value of his techniques.
This year she had four more students. There were Rusty
Powers and his sister Jean. They were both approaching
the normal marriage age in these parts quickly, though
neither had yet reached sixteen years. There was Timmy
Spencer, who had only recently received his very first
pistol and could hardly lift it, and Donna Malone, who
was the Banker's daughter and held herself to be better
than the others. She was somewhere around eleven or
twelve.
Livvy put two more logs in the stove. It was bitterly
cold, being January on the plains. About all they
supplied to burn was Cottonwood logs, which burned
fast, with little heat, but it was better than nothing.
At least she had plenty stacked up on the north wall,
just outside the door. She'd been given a buffalo coat
by the store owner after she audited his books and
found several discrepancies that made him some money,
and now she was glad. Without that she'd have frozen in
this country.
She couldn't get away with wearing men's pants, which
she'd learned to love during her short marriage,
wearing them in the house, where no one could see her.
They were easy to take off for her husband, which had
been one of her favorite hobbies.
Wearing proper dresses was OK in the summer, but in
winter, when she had to ride in the cold and wind, it
was a real problem. She'd taken to wearing a pair of
her husband's leather pants under her skirts to ride to
school, which she then took off and hid in the wood
pile so the children wouldn't know about them. That
left her naked under her skirts during school, but who
would ever know?
The door to the school opened and Rusty Powers
staggered in. The wind blew the door closed behind him.
"Wow, Miss Livvy, that north wind's picking up
something fierce." he said as he shrugged off his
quilted coat and huddled up to the stove. The door
opened again and his sister jumped through. Her face
was red and she had her hands stuck in each armpit,
trying to warm them.
"Rusty, we just GOT to talk Pa into letting us ride one
of the horses to school. It's too blamed cold to walk."
She too was wearing skirts and a thick quilted coat.
She huddled up to the stove, elbowing her brother out
of the way. A pushing match started and Livvy cut it
short with a simple "Stop that, children." They did so
immediately, and without comment, a testament to how
highly they held her in their opinion.
There was a sound outside and the door opened again.
Josh came in with a huge load of wood in his arms. The
wind blew the door closed as he dumped the load on the
floor next to the stove.
"Starting to snow" he said. Livvy had noticed the large
fluffy flakes through the open door. "Looks like it
might be a bad one." Josh went on. He too was dressed
in a coat made from buffalo hide, and it made him look
like a bear or something. At least from the knees up.
"Must be near zero" he said. "Creek's plumb froze
over."
That made Livvy think of the canteen tucked away in her
saddle bags. She'd better go get it before it froze.
She shrugged into her coat and started for the door.
The wind hit her like a fist when she pushed the door
open. Her horse was tied out back, where the wind
wouldn't hit it directly.
There was already snow collecting where it was blowing
up against the building. She got her canteen out of the
saddle bags, along with the lunch she'd packed. She was
about to go back in when the wolf howled. It was close.
She looked at the horse. She should take it inside,
since it would be helpless out here. She'd just untied
it when the wolf howled again, closer now. The horse
gave a snort and jerked it's head, jerking the reins
out of her hand. She lurched for them, but the horse
backed away, wild eyed. The wolf called again and the
horse bolted.
She stomped into the school in a foul mood. Josh was
there and took the things from her hand. "I heard the
horse bolt," he said. "You want me to go after it?"
"No, Josh. Thank you. It'll come back. This is the only
place in ten miles where there're people. I've never
heard a wolf that close, before."
"It's the cold," he said. "They get hungry in this kind
of cold."
She started in the lessons, even though the other
children hadn't shown up. In this weather it wasn't
surprising. They were talking about history today, and
she spun them a story about the Kings of old, and the
Middle Ages, serfdom and what life had been like. Rusty
pointed out that some things were still done that way
even today and they had a pretty good discussion about
it. By the time any of them thought to look outside it
was already too late.
The storm had hit with a vengeance, and it was a
blizzard of immense proportions. In just the two hours
they had been engaged there was already over a foot and
a half on the ground. It took both her and Josh to push
the door open due to the snow that had piled up against
it. They brought more wood inside.
"Maybe you all should go on home," Livvy said.
Rusty laughed. "My boots have holes in them. I ain't
walkin' eight miles in snow that deep. My pa'll bring a
sleigh for us when he sees we don't come home. Jean
just lifted her skirts high enough to show bare calves
and Livvy realized the snow would come way past her
shoes.
For that matter, Livvy wasn't going anywhere without
her horse. Her pants were already buried in the snow at
the end of the wood pile, and they'd be frozen stiff
anyway. She looked at Josh. He just shook his head. "I
can't leave you all here in this weather alone. We'll
just wait for the sleigh."
But the snow didn't stop, and when the light began to
fail and they went out for wood, they almost couldn't
get the door closed again because of the snow clogging
it. They had to shovel snow inside the school with a
flat piece of firewood to get the door closed.
"Looks like we're here for the night," said Josh, like
it was no big deal.
It WAS a big deal for Livvy though. Something had told
her to save her lunch, and Rusty had a whole bag of
jerky, so they had something to eat. There was plenty
of snow to melt for water. But there wasn't enough wood
to last the night. "We've got to get more wood," she
said.
She and Josh went out in it. They passed logs through
the open door to Rusty and he passed them to his
sister. By the time they had what Livvy thought was
enough, she was frozen through and caked with snow.
Josh was too. The snow had gotten under their coats.
When they got back inside and it inevitably thawed,
they were both wet. Livvy began to shiver almost
immediately. Even standing next to the stove didn't
warm her, because that part of her that wasn't facing
the stove was cold and wet. Jean had been around the
frontier long enough to know what needed to be done.
"Miss Livvy, you have to get out of those wet clothes.
You'll catch your death of pneumonia if you don't get
dry and warm."
Livvy glared at her. "And just how on earth am I
supposed to do that? I have no dry clothes to put on.
Just build up the fire. I'll be all right."
Now Rusty chimed in, "Miss Livvy, my sister's right.
You'll get pneumonia for sure if you stay wet. But we
can't build up the fire. For one thing the stove won't
hold a lot more, and for another we can't afford to use
up all the wood. We don't know how long we're gonna be
stuck here. If we run out of wood we might ALL die."
"So what am I supposed to do? Take my clothes off in
front of you children? And then what? How will I ever
get warm?" Her teeth were starting to chatter now.
"Miss Livvy," said Jean. "I know you came from back
east, but this is the west. Out here you do what you
have to to survive, and if that means getting naked
then that's what you have to do. I expect there isn't
anyone here who hasn't seen what someone of the
opposite sex looks like without clothes. And then we'll
bundle you up anyway, so no one will see you for long."
Livvy glanced at Josh, who had a decidedly blue tinge
to his face. He too was grinding his teeth to keep them
from clacking together. Looking at him convinced her
they might be in real trouble.
"Turn around," she ordered them firmly.
While they faced away from her Livvy undid the buttons
and hooks and clasps of her dress. 'Oh my goodness,
what if they see I'm not wearing any underwear?' she
thought to herself in panic. "Don't any of you turn
around until I tell you to." she ordered again.
Rusty snickered, but she was too cold to scold him. At
last she was naked. She felt exposed, even though no
one was looking at her. She darted to the wall and tore
down an Indian blanket. It only covered her from her
knees to just above her breasts, but that was better
than nothing. She scurried back to the stove, trying to
get near it's warmth.
Josh was in agony. He hadn't been this cold since he
fell through the ice on the fishing pond when he was
14. He hadn't wanted to say anything, because he was a
man and all. But he knew he had to do something soon or
he might lose some fingers and toes, if not worse. He
was distracted by movement on his left and, without
thinking he glanced that way. It was Miss Livvy,
getting a blanket off the wall.
He forgot the cold for just a few seconds. She was
beautiful! Her skin was so pale it looked ghostly
white. Her breasts looked like those of a twelve or
thirteen year old girl, rounded, but not bulging. The
only color on them were the pink of her nipples.
Between her pale legs was a thatch of pure black hair
that matched that on her head.
It wasn't thick and bushy, but seemed to be made up of
short straight hairs that lay down against her skin as
if they had been combed. She was slim and boyish in
appearance, but at the same time all woman. He felt his
penis twitch and forced his mind back to the cold. He
couldn't afford to lose any blood from his extremities.
Livvy was still cold, particularly on the bottom of her
feet, but it wasn't as bad as when she'd been wearing
wet clothes. Maybe they were right. She thought about
Josh, and how he had looked. "All right, now Josh, you
must do the same thing. Off with those wet things and
get yourself a blanket.
Josh didn't wait another minute. He started stripping
down. First his shirt came off, displaying his heavily
muscled chest and shoulders. Then he dropped the
homespun pants. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Livvy had completely forgotten to ensure his modesty as
she had demanded hers be honored. As a result, no one
in the room turned away from Josh as he disrobed. Rusty
didn't think a thing as Josh's adult cock sprang into
view.
Not so with Livvy and Jean. Both stared openly at what
made him male. Jean had seen plenty of horse and bull
cocks, which is immediately what she thought of when
his flopped free of his pants. For Livvy it was
something more personal. The only penis she had ever
seen was her husband's.
She'd assumed that they were all about the same size,
since men were generally about the same size as each
other in other ways. Her husband's cock had fit
comfortably in her hand, with a little sticking out
when she grasped it. It had reached inside her and felt
wonderful when he made love to her with it. It had
brought her much pleasure, and she had adored it.
Now, seeing Josh's, she wondered if she had married a
boy after all. She felt sudden heat in her loins as she
stared at a penis that, if she had BOTH her hands
around would still stick out at least three inches. And
that was if she could actually GET her hands around it.
It was the size of some saplings she had seen! Why,
that thing could KILL a girl if he wasn't careful with
it. She felt her jaw shaking and realized her mouth was
hanging open and she was still shivering. The heat in
her loins was welcome in one way, but she felt ashamed
that it was there. He was one of her students, after
all.
She turned away, but not without some difficulty, and
did not look at him again until she was sure he had a
blanket wrapped around him. Then she almost laughed. In
order to cover his organ he had to have the blanket
under his nipples. She felt better when she saw that
Jean's mouth was also hanging open.
"Jean, don't stare. It isn't proper," she said
automatically.
Jean snapped her mouth closed, grinned ruefully and
said, "I'm sorry Miss Livvy. I thought somebody had let
one of the horses in here." Rusty snickered. Josh sent
a glare Jean's way, but ended up smiling.
It was still cold, and night was coming on. Livvy and
Josh couldn't do much except keep their blankets
wrapped around them, so the others tried to hang up wet
clothing in an attempt to dry it. Jean was hunting
around, obviously looking for something. Livvy felt a
chill go through her that wasn't from the temperature.
She knew what Jean was looking for. Sure enough, Jean
announced, "Miss Livvy, I can't find your under things.
Where did you put them?"
Livvy's face assumed a more normal coloring, which in
any other weather would have been flaming red. "I...
ah... I didn't... have any."
Both boys turned and looked at her, and then, as if
they had planned it, they looked at each other.
'Great,' she thought. 'Now they think I'm some sort of
hussy.'
Jean was oblivious of the discomfort she was causing as
she dragged a chair over by the stove and hung Livvy's
sodden dress on it. "I hate em my own self. My ma tries
to make me wear em. I hate being all bound up. It's
uncomfortable. I go without too." She didn't notice
that both boys turned and looked at her too.
Livvy tried to change the subject. "What's it look like
out the window Rusty?"
He went to the window and rubbed his sleeve on it. Then
again. He peered through the glass. "I can't see a
thing. I thought it was too dark, but now I think it's
covered with snow. Must have drifted up over the
glass."
Livvy's heart sank. "What are we going to do?" she
moaned. "They can't come for us in the dark. We'll have
to stay here all night! How are we going to sleep? I'm
still freezing. There's no bed. I can't sleep THIS
way." She indicated her scantily clad body.
Rusty spoke. "We'll just have to sleep Indian style."
He said it like that explained everything.
"What's that?" Livvy said, dreading the answer.
Jean filled her in "Well, the Indians sleep two to a
blanket. They say the two bodies warm each other and
the blanket keeps in that heat. Course in this
particular situation, we'll have to use clothing for a
bed, do keep us off that cold floor, and then use the
horse blankets and coats as blankets to cover us. That
and the stove ought to get us through the night."
Rusty looked nervous. "I ain't sleeping with Josh," he
said. "I ain't sleeping with no man. If any of the
other kids heard about that I'd be done for."
Josh spoke for the first time. "That wouldn't work
anyway Rusty. The two bodies need to be about the same
size, so they'll warm each other all the way from head
to foot. You're too short to sleep with me."
Jean opened her mouth "But that means I'm too short to
sleep with you too Josh."
Livvy looked blankly at all three of them. Then she set
her mouth. "It won't be all that bad, Jean. Just
imagine that the two of you are riding in a buckboard,
lying next to each other."
Jean looked horrified "I can't imagine riding anywhere
with my brother naked!"
Livvy's head jerked up. "What do you mean... naked?"
She looked at Josh.
He looked back steadily. "It doesn't work if you have
clothes on. It has to be skin to skin contact. The
clothes block the heat. Besides, we need the clothes to
lie on top of... to protect us from the floor."
Livvy felt panic. She'd have to lie... NAKED... with
Josh... and with that... thing... between his legs? She
couldn't. She'd just die of shame. And to allow Rusty
and Jean - brother and sister - to lie NAKED together.
The town would have her head on a stick. "No!" she said
"No! We can't. It wouldn't be proper. No, we must find
some other way."
She had to admit later they gave it the best they had.
First she tried lying on one blanket with another over
her. But her legs and shoulders were exposed and soon
she was freezing. It worked OK if she lay on TWO
blankets, with TWO blankets over her, but that left
nothing for Josh, except for his buffalo coat to wear,
which didn't cover his legs and feet.
Her coat could be wrapped around his feet in a way that
worked, but that left Rusty and Jean in only their
clothes. They could stay warm in those if they kept
moving, but if they stopped they got cold and began to
lose feeling in their feet and hands.
The only thing that looked like it might work was if
Rusty and Jean lay on top of their own clothing, with a
blanket and Livvy's coat covering their legs and feet.
That left two blankets for Livvy and Josh to lie on,
with one blanket and his coat covering them. Even then
it was cold. And it felt like it was getting colder all
the time.
Then there was the problem of having to feed the fire
all night. Someone had to be close enough to reach out
from under the covers and feed the fire. If someone had
to actually get up it would cause problems for both of
them, because all the carefully hoarded heat would
escape from under their coverings.
Finally, because Livvy could see no other way to
survive, they decided to put all the wood in a pile
right in front of the stove door. Josh and Livvy would
lie on one side of the pile while Rusty and Jean would
lie on the other side. That way someone from either
pair could reach both the wood and the stove door
without getting out from under the covers.
It also meant that neither couple could see the other.
Finally everything was ready. Livvy couldn't put it off
any longer. She was already nervous and embarrassed,
but there was nothing for it. She announced it was
time. Wordlessly she handed her blanket to Josh,
uncovering her nakedness. The only light was from the
open door of the stove, but she felt horribly exposed.
She also felt the bite of the cold without the blanket.
She glanced at Rusty and Jean while Josh made up their
bed. Both youngsters were stripping their clothes off
and laying them on the floor, trying to get them as
thick as possible.
They didn't seem to be shy in the presence of each
other. Jean's breasts were bigger than her own, but
then most women's breasts were bigger than hers. She
had been embarrassed about them until she married and
her husband told her he loved them. But Jean's were
larger. Her hips were bigger too. Jean looked like she
was built for having babies. Livvy felt a pain in her
heart at the thought. Livvy had wanted to have lots of
babies. Now she never would.
She made her eyes go to Rusty and gasped. HIS penis was
bigger than her husband's had been too! It wasn't thick
and gnarled looking, like Josh's, but it was long. She
thought it might be semi hard at the moment. It looked
like a spear, being very pointed as it swayed between
his legs. She saw Jean stealing looks at it too. Josh
touched her shoulder and she jumped. "It's ready" he
said simply.
Now was the moment of truth. "I'm sorry it has to be
this way," she said to her student.
"Miss Livvy, it's the frontier. You do what you have to
do to survive. No one will ever have to know, and even
if they did find out, they'd understand. Just think
about getting warm." He lay down on his side and held
the covering up for her. Sighing, she knelt and slipped
in beside the naked youth.
Immediately she felt two things. First was warmth. It
was coming from his chest. It was sinking into her
breasts, where they touched him. Second was his hands,
sliding all over her back and buttocks. "What..?" she
started to say, but then the answer was obvious. The
friction of his hands caused her skin to warm.
Warmth. Glorious warmth! For the first time in hours
she felt warmth. She sagged into his arms and pressed
her body against his. It suddenly occurred to her that
she should be doing the same thing for him. Her hands
started moving slowly, feeling the knotted muscles on
his back. He felt smooth, but hard at the same time.
Her hand slipped to his buttocks and even they felt
muscled. She moved her hands faster, generating more
friction.
As they moved against each other, her nipples rubbed
against his skin and the friction caused them to
stiffen. She'd been proud of her nipples when she was
married. Though her breasts were small, her nipples
were huge. Her husband had joked that she could feed a
calf on those nipples. When she was excited they grew
until they were an inch or more long, and nearly half
an inch across. They were extremely sensitive. They
hadn't gotten hard in nearly two years.
They got hard now.
Livvy made a sound "MMmmmmmmm," in her throat. It was
the sound of a woman who was freezing, and now felt
warmth. It was also the sound of a woman whose
extremely sensitive nipples were being stimulated by
the skin of a handsome man. She was concentrating on
the warmth, and, at first, her tired mind thought the
feeling in her nipples was merely that - warmth. Now
her upper torso was relatively warm, and, instinctively
her leg raised up and slid up on top of Josh's thigh,
creating friction that way.
It also, for all intents and purposes, spread her legs.
Josh also felt the warmth when Livvy slipped into his
arms. Well, to be more nearly correct, he felt her ice
cold nipples stealing the warmth from his chest. Those
cold points caused him to move, to get them off of one
place and move them to another. He began to warm her
back, like he had been told to do in these situations,
and was surprised to feel her reciprocate. She smelled
good. Clean, womanly, with a scent that was faintly
like flowers. Her hand went onto his buttocks and he
clenched them. Her hands on his skin felt nice.
Now that her nipples had warmed up a little bit THEY
felt nice scraping across his chest too. He felt the
monster between his legs stir. He'd never really
thought much about his penis. It was just there. He
used it to piss through, and when he got excited he
rubbed and pulled it until it spewed what seemed like a
quart or two of thick white stuff. Other than that he
didn't pay it much attention.
His mother had seen him naked last year and had leaned
over to his pa, saying he'd been blessed the same way
pa was. His pa had laughed and said it was the girls
who would be blessed. He knew what they were talking
about, but he hadn't met any girls he thought might be
interested in what he was blessed with. He hoped it
didn't get all the way hard. He didn't think Miss Livvy
would appreciate that at all. Then her leg lifted and
came down on his thigh. She snuggled up to him and
pushed her abdomen against his. And she went "Mmmmmmm."
There was something about the sound of that that made
his dick get much much harder.
It began to move from between his thighs.
On the other side of the wood pile Rusty and Jean had
gone through much the same kind of ordeal. Rusty had
watched as his sister disrobed. He hadn't seen her
naked in probably four or five years, and this was very
interesting. He'd caught just a quick glimpse of Miss
Livvy when she handed Josh her blanket. He'd stopped
breathing, thinking she was the most beautiful woman
he'd ever seen.
Then his sister had stood naked in front of him and
he'd stopped breathing again. She had large round
breasts and a little bit of baby fat still on her
stomach. Her hips were wide and, where her legs came
together there was hair the same reddish blond as what
was on her head. It occurred to him that his sister was
also quite beautiful, and that lying next to her was
not going to be an unhappy thing at all. His penis
agreed, swelling to half it's size when hard. He hoped
she wouldn't notice.
Jean DID notice. She had been awed by the huge club
that swung from Josh's groin. If THAT was what cocks
were like, she wasn't at all interested in having one
shoved in her. But when her brother dropped his drawers
she saw something much less intimidating. Rusty's was
long and thin. That wouldn't be so bad. 'Be so Bad?!'
she thought to herself. 'He's my brother for pity's
sake.'
But when she looked at it she felt a funny warm feeling
in the pit of her stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad
being up next to him. She climbed in with him and
pressed her body against his. She wondered if his
stiffening penis would touch her. Part of her hoped it
would.
Josh's cock was getting harder and harder as Livvy
rubbed her body against his. "Ohhh," she said softly,
"You're soooo warm!" She had a purr to her voice that
made his balls get tight. Was this what all the older
boys had laughed and joked about, bragging that when
they'd been to town they'd "done it" with the girls in
the saloon?
Livvy was actually warm. She couldn't believe it. Her
euphoria masked the fact that it felt GOOD to have a
man in her arms again, and to be in a man's arms again.
She ignored that and thought only about the warmth.
Until she felt something touch the portal to her sex.
At first she thought he must have moved his hand where
it did not belong. But both of his hands were still
sliding delightfully all over her back and buttocks.
Then, like a ton of bricks, the realization hit her.
Her mind rebelled. Her body betrayed her.
She felt a flush of warmth in her pussy as it was
touched by a man's cock for the first time in years.
She knew that flush of warmth was fluid, seeping from
her innards, making her wet. Now her nipples ached,
needing to be squeezed, sucked, pinched. Unconsciously
she ground her chest into his. Her pelvis thrust, of
its own accord, against his. Her mind screamed, "You
hussy!"
"Josh," she whispered, as softly as she could.
Josh was thinking of other things. As his penis got
hard it pressed into something warm and wet. He wasn't
stupid, and he knew what it had to be. It felt... good.
But he knew his penis shouldn't be where it was. He
tried to think of a way to get it somewhere else, but
couldn't. Not without making it obvious. Maybe she
didn't feel it. Her head moved. It strained up and her
mouth was by his ear.
"Josh," she whispered again.
"Emmm," he murmured back.
"Josh... your... your... organ. It's touching me."
She knew. "Yes ma'am," he tried to whisper. "It's an
accident. I can't help it. I'm not doing it on
purpose."
"Could you please... move it? It shouldn't be touching
me... there." Her body was screaming 'you idiot. It's
EXACTLY where it belongs... leave it alone!'
"Yes ma'am. I'll try." Josh knew that it wouldn't go
back between his legs. It was fully hard now, and that
meant he could almost pound nails with it. The only
place it could go now was up against his stomach. He
reached down between them and got a good grip on it.
She rolled back from him just a little and raised her
leg higher to give him room.
All this did was open her up even more.
Josh pulled on his dick, trying to swing it up against
his stomach. In the process he dragged the plumb shaped
head of his boner right between her slick pussy lips
and across her engorged clit.
Livvy gasped. A lightening bolt stuck her without
warning. It hit right in her pussy and flashed to her
nipples. "Awwwwwww," she groaned.
On the other side of the wood pile, Rusty and Jean were
mashed together. His penis had gone stone hard as soon
as those wonderful soft breasts had pressed into his
chest. It had immediately lodged right between her legs
and was now trapped between her closed thighs.
Jean felt it. There was no doubt about what it was
either, but it was warm and it made her feel... good.
The warm ball in the pit of her stomach was expanding
now, and the feel of her breasts against his chest,
along with his hands sliding all over her back was
making her feel... naughty.
That was all she could call it. But it felt good, and
she wasn't freezing any more. She decided that his cock
could just stay right where it was. They heard voices
coming from Josh and Miss Livvy. It was a small room
and the wind wasn't so loud outside that they couldn't
hear what was said.
Rusty put his mouth right by his sister's ear and said
"I wonder what's going on over there?" His breath in
her ear sent a shiver down Jean's spine. For some
reason she felt like pushing her abdomen against her
brother's.
She moved her mouth to his ear, "I expect they're doing
exactly the same thing we are." She snuggled against
her brother and decided it WOULD feel good to push her
loins against his.
She did.
It did.
"Rusty?" she breathed in his ear.
"Yeah?" he breathed back.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Rusty wasn't stupid.
Seconds later he and his sister were swapping spit and
tongue like long lost lovers.
When Livvy gasped and moaned Josh thought he had hurt
her. He froze. This left his cock head in contact with
Livvy's clit. Her involuntary jerk from the first
contact rocked her back and then forth, which rubbed
her clit all over his cock head. It slipped off her
clit, sending another bolt through her, and settled
into the opening of her pussy. Josh was so surprised to
feel the wet heat of her pussy mouth kissing his cock
head that he let go of his cock.
Instinct is an amazing thing. It causes us to do things
without thinking, without even knowing why we do them.
In this case it caused Josh to thrust his hips forward.
This drove his iron hard prick an inch into Livvy's
starving pussy. That, in turn, stimulated Livvy's body
to thrust back, which drove her pussy another inch onto
his rod.
Suddenly, Livvy had a cock in her.
Livvy had always been a very physical love maker. When
her husband had made love to her she wiggled and shoved
and thrust, and once had even rolled on top of him and
ridden him like a horse.
Apparently making love is like riding a bicycle. Your
body never forgets what to do. Before Livvy could
control her body, she found herself wriggling and
shoving itself onto that lovely stiff cock, getting it
just as deeply into her as she could.
Livvy's mind was completely fragmented. She knew that
somehow Josh's penis had gotten into her pussy. She
couldn't remember exactly how that happened. He wasn't
moving, though, so she had a suspicion - a horrible
suspicion - that SHE had something to do with the fact
that she was stuffed full of hard student cock. She was
stretched farther than she'd ever been with her
husband, but it was a nice kind of stretch.
Her hand left his back and snaked between them. She had
to take it out! This was wrong! Her hand closed on it
and she almost swooned. She could feel at least as much
in her as her husband had ever put there, but her hand
easily wrapped around what was still outside her.
If he pushed it all the way in it would go clear into
her womb! She grasped it firmly and tried to roll
backwards, to get off of it. as she did her buttocks
rolled off the blanket she was lying on and onto the
floor of the school room. Her buttocks actually stung
from the cold and, without thinking she rolled right
back toward him.
She literally fucked herself, and this time his dick
went clear to the back of her channel. "Ahhh," she
moaned. Damn but that felt good.
Josh couldn't believe what he was feeling. His dick was
clear inside a woman for the first time. It was HOT
inside her. She felt like velvet, and was slippery and
hot and he wanted to shove it even further into her.
But he knew he'd hurt her if he did. When she rolled
back and forth and her pussy slid along his cock he
thought he'd just die from the pleasure of it. He
wanted to roll on top of her and drive his cock all the
way to her throat.
He knew he couldn't do that. Instead he held her
tightly to him and rolled onto his back, pulling her on
top. He adjusted the blanket and coat over them so they
were still covered. Now she was lying fully on top of
him, with her knees on either side of him.
Livvy felt herself being picked up and moved like she
weighed nothing. She suddenly found herself on top of
Josh, impaled on his prick, lying like a rag doll. Her
pussy felt sooooo good. Now that she was on top of him,
though, she could pull off of him. She started to do
just that, sliding her pussy up... and up... and up as
his thick cock slid out of her.
As she got to the point where all that was left in her
was the knob, however, she knew she was going to slide
right back down on it. It just felt too good. It just
had been too long. She was going to get fucked this
night, and she was suddenly looking forward to it. She
slid back down on him, pushing hard, trying to get just
as much of his meat in her as she possibly could.
Josh lay stiff, almost paralyzed under her as she began
to slid forward and backward along his shaft. This was
the most amazing thing he'd ever felt - could ever
feel. If he froze to death tonight, it was worth it for
this feeling. He felt the familiar tingle in his balls
that meant he was going to spew. He wished it hadn't
happened so quickly.
Rusty and Jean heard all the groaning and moaning going
on across the woodpile. They had been doing some of
their own, but it sounded different over there. Rusty
couldn't take it any longer. As a pretense he opened
the door of the stove, threw two logs in, and took a
peek before he closed the door. There, in front of his
startled eyes, was Miss Livvy, ON TOP of Josh, moving
back and forth. There was a liquid squishing sound
coming from under the blanket.
He ducked back down to his sister. "They're DOING it"
he whispered Jean's ear. He'd ended up almost on top of
her after his peeking mission. She was about half under
him. His sister didn't say anything, but her hands came
to his hips and she tugged, pulling him more and more
on top of her.
Now her legs were spread, and he was between them. Jean
leaned up and kissed her brother long and hard as his
own hard penis dangled, just half an inch from her open
and waiting sex. Rusty didn't know for sure what to do.
Jean's hand came between them, grasped his woody and
brought it to her opening. She pulled, trying to get it
into her.
Rusty helped.
He shoved.
He was a little overzealous and he shoved hard. It was
a good thing Jean was soaked from their play and
kisses, because in one long lunge Rusty destroyed her
hymen and fed her all of the six inches she could take.
Jean, for her part, yipped at the stinging pain of her
deflowering, but decided that that long slip prick was
going to feel really good in just a few more seconds.
Without waiting for any further instructions, Rusty
began sawing in and out of his sister's pussy just as
fast as he possibly could.
Livvy heard Jean cry out and automatically looked over
at the siblings. Part of her was horrified as she saw
Rusty obviously on top of his sister, and obviously
giving her the fucking of her young life. The other
part of her felt herself start to tumble into an orgasm
from the multiple stimulation of having Josh's immense
rod in her belly and the erotic thrill of seeing Jean's
hands come up to her brother's buttocks and PULL him
into her as she began to whisper "Yesss, yessss, yessss
Ohhh yess."
Rusty was beyond control. The feel of his sister's hot
velvet pussy clasping his magic wand made him wild. Now
her pussy was clamping down on him and rippling like
what he did with his hands to milk the cows. And his
own milk was about to be delivered. Breathing raggedly
he pounded into her buttery depths one last time,
battered between her cervical lips, sliding clear into
her womb, and relaxed as his prick gushed his seed into
her most private place.
Jean felt battered and bruised on one hand, but so
wonderfully full and satisfied on the other. She'd
somehow known that her brother's penis would feel
fantastic inside her and didn't care a whit that he was
her brother. She loved him. And now, after the amazing
feeling she had had when she had her very first orgasm,
she felt him go even deeper into her body. Then the
rush of heat as his sperm was deposited inside her
womb. She sighed "Ohhhh Rusty, Darling, I love you so
much."
Livvy heard noises from across the wood pile. Since she
was on top of Josh, all she had to do was turn her
head. She watched as Rusty lunged forward and froze. He
grunted and jerked and she knew his long thin prick was
pumping his sperm into his sister's vagina. She shook
her head once, gave up and let herself cum.
Josh heard Jean's statement of love for her brother,
and heard Rusty's grunt. He knew what was going on over
there. The idea of Rusty shooting inside his own sister
caused Josh's balls to give up their own precious load
of sperm. As he felt the first ribbon of silvery thick
cum roar through his penis he saw one of Livvy's long
thick nipples hanging in front of his face. He leaned
up and sucked it in.
Livvy was having a nice quiet orgasm, stuffed full of
Josh's cock when she felt her nipple being chewed on.
Suddenly the top of her head felt like it was going to
fall off. Her pussy muscles spasmed and began rippling
up and down Josh's prick, like fingers playing a piano.
Her eyes rolled up in her head and she flopped forward,
crushing her breast into Josh's face.
Rusty was frozen. Only his prick moved. It swelled as
each rope of thick sperm rushed through it. Then it
jumped as that rope exited his cock head and flooded
his sister's womb. He shot so much into her that it
filled her and bathed his own cock head in his own warm
liquid. He collapsed on top of his sister before slowly
rolling sideways. Jean went with him, dragging the
covers over them.
Josh felt Livvy fall on him just as the first blast of
his cum shot into her pussy. "fucking teacher's pussy"
he said to himself and his cock went off again. Long
greasy ropes of sperm leapt out of his cock to splash
all over Livvy's vaginal walls, clogging her cervix and
leaking into her womb. It seemed to Josh that he'd
never ever shot this much. Her weight felt good on him.
Eventually it was dark and quiet. Two men slept, their
cocks still buried in their women. Two women slept,
comforted in the arms of their men.
It got colder that night. Livvy's canteen froze solid
and burst. But the small circle of warmth around the
stove made the difference.
Livvy woke. Her cheek, which was exposed to the air was
cold. The other, which had been lying against Josh's
chest was warm. The rest of her was relatively warm
too. She heard a noise and lifted her head. It was
dark, though there was a faint diffused light from the
window. She could barely see. Was it daylight? She
heard noises again. They were coming from where she
knew Rusty and Jean were sleeping. Suddenly she
remembered seeing them... Just as suddenly she realized
that she was still full of... Josh. He was still hard!
The memory of how she'd felt the night before came
rushing back. It had been glorious. It had been so
wonderful she couldn't stand it. She looked down at his
still sleeping face. He was so handsome. Another noise,
this time Jean's voice. She was chanting softly "Ohh
Rusty... Oh Rusty... Oh Rusty."
Livvy raised her head higher and felt cold air rush in
around her breasts. In the dim light she saw Rusty,
just as she had seen him the night before. He was on
top of his sister, and his buttocks were making the
blanket over him rise and fall. Her face grew hot as
she realized they were fucking again.
She started to say something. To make them stop. Then
she remembered what SHE had done. Who was SHE to tell
them they were wrong. She had had sex with her own
student. His no doubt potent seed was still trapped in
her body. She wondered if Rusty had spent himself
inside his sister, or had been wise enough to withdraw.
Jean was chanting something different now.
"Oh yes Oh yes Oh Rusty I can feel it. It's sooo warm."
Rusty was grunting softly and had stopped moving. Well,
she knew now. Rusty was indeed fertilizing his own
sister. What would she do? What on earth would she do?
Josh woke up. He didn't move because he was warm.
Everywhere except his chest. He opened his eyes and saw
Miss Livvy above him, raised up and staring across at
the two youngsters. He marveled at how lucky he had
been to be caught in these circumstances. He'd had his
first woman, and she wasn't a whore in the saloon. She
was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen as far as
he was concerned. He felt his cock twitch and realized
he was still inside her. She looked down at him.
Livvy felt Josh's penis move inside her. It was just a
tiny movement, but it made her look at him. His eyes
were open. She looked away. She couldn't face him. She
was a slut and couldn't face him. Tears filled her eyes
and one ran down her cheek, landing on his chest. She
had to pull herself off of him immediately.
Just as she put her hands on the floor to do that one
of his hands came to her chin. He swiveled her face to
his. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
What in the world was HE sorry for? she thought.
"I didn't mean to dishonor you," he said. She was
staring at him now, like he was from another planet. He
kept talking. "I would never have hurt you on purpose.
I think I love you."
Now the tears came fast and furious and she dropped her
face onto his chest, sobbing. His hands came up and
stroked her back. He was so sweet. His hands felt so
wonderful on her skin. He kept murmuring, "I'm sorry...
I'm sorry... I'm sorry." She relaxed as she cried out
her frustration and shame.
Finally she raised head and said, "Josh, you have
nothing to be sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I shouldn't have had my way with you," he said.
She giggled and then hiccupped once. "You goose. You
didn't have your way with me. I practically raped you.
I'm such a slut."
His hands stopped suddenly, came to her head and
gripped her hair. He jerked her head back painfully.
There was an ugly look on his face. "Don't you EVER
call yourself a slut again. Not EVER." Her face
grimaced with pain and he relented, releasing her hair.
"I couldn't love a slut" he said. "And I think I love
you."
Livvy didn't know how to feel. "Oh Josh, you're just a
boy. You wouldn't know what love is."
Now his hands went to her buttocks and he grabbed them.
He pulled her forward, partially off his cock and then
slammed her back down. Her eyes bulged as the base of
his cock scraped her clit. "Does that feel like
something a boy would have? Did you view me as a boy
last night?"
She realized how serious he was, and it made her
serious too. "No, Josh, you weren't a boy last night.
And you're not a boy now." She paused. "Speaking of
which... are you always... like this?" She clenched her
pussy muscles around his cock. She couldn't believe
she'd been so brazen, but it seemed pretty silly to
pretend it wasn't where it was.
"Well, it's always like that in the mornings. I imagine
it's probably morning."
Livvy felt a stab of fear. The townsfolk could be right
outside. They could open the door any second. "We've
got to get up!" she said. She pulled herself off his
marvelous penis, part of her wishing she didn't have
to. She bounded out from under the covers and the cold
air hit her like a fist. It had to be below zero!
She opened the stove and saw that the fire was almost
out. She quickly threw in several logs and was
shivering so badly by the time she was done that she
had to make two tries to pick up her dress.
It was still damp. She knew this because it was frozen
solid. She looked around wildly. She saw Rusty's
surprised face gaping at her naked body. She shivered
violently. Suddenly she felt Josh's hand on her wrist,
pulling her. "Get back here" he demanded. "You'll
freeze."
She moaned, "But we can't. We have to get dressed.
They'll be here soon. They can't find us... this way."
Josh stood up, his muscled body rippling in the fire
light. Livvy felt weak in the knees as she saw his
boner sticking straight out from his body, bobbing
gently with his movements.
Jean's voice came from under their covers. "Wow! Would
you look at the horse cock on that boy?"
Livvy thought she'd just go mad and scream. But she
watched as Josh went to the door, pulled the latch and
leaned into it with his shoulder. It didn't budge. Not
an inch. Then he went to the window and opened it a few
inches on rusty hinges. He picked up a chair and, like
it was built of match sticks, slammed it against the
table, knocking it into pieces. He held the leg in his
hand. He began digging in the snow outside the window,
pulling the snow into the room. Soon he had a cave as
long as his arm cleared. Then, abruptly he closed the
window and went to stand by the stove. "The snow is
drifted up clear over the door and window. There must
be seven or eight feet of it covering those two sides."
Livvy felt panic stealing her ability to think. "What
are we going to do?" she yelled.
Josh grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. "Miss
Livvy, they'll be coming for us soon. We'll have plenty
of notice when they get here, and we can straighten
things up then. Right now we need to stay warm. You
need to come back to... under the covers. It won't do
anybody any good if you're frozen to death when they
get here."
"But we may be completely covered with snow!" she
moaned. "How will they even be able to find us?"
Josh was steadily pulling Livvy back to their makeshift
bed. "Miss Livvy, the stove is still burning. That
means the stove pipe is clear of the snow. They'll see
the smoke, ma'am. They'll bang on the pipe when they
get here. We'll be just fine, Miss Livvy, just come
back to bed."
Livvy began laughing hysterically. She'd heard what he
said, and realized he was right. They probably WOULD be
just fine, and there would be plenty of time to make
themselves presentable as the townsfolk dug them out.
But what she keyed on were his words of address. She
was "ma'am" and "Miss Livvy" to the boy who had fucked
her brains out only hours before. The absurdity of it
overwhelmed her. She collapsed back on top of Josh as
he pulled the covers back over and around them. Almost
immediately she felt warmer and knew she was behaving
foolishly.
"Josh, you dear dear boy - no man!" she said as she
snuggled up to his chest. "First of all, thank you for
thinking so clearly. Secondly, you must call me Livvy
from now on. And if you address me as "ma'am" again I
think I'll have to punish you for making me feel old."
Josh's hands slid down her back to her buttocks.
"Begging your pardon, Ma'am, but you don't feel very
old to me."
Her look of amazement turned to a peal of laughter,
which turned to a kiss. A very long and passionate
kiss. With not a single thought of remorse, Livvy
reached between them and found the treasure she sought.
She scooted up with his help, and, with a sigh of
contentment, lodged herself once again on his pole. She
squeezed it with her muscles as hard as she could.
"Josh," she whispered. "I believe I need warming
again."
He warmed her... inside and out.
By their reckoning they were there for two nights and a
day. Their wood was running very low and there was some
worry about that, though there was still the furniture
that could be burned. Jean and Rusty had stopped
fucking each other long enough to get dressed and re-
arrange Livvy's and Josh's clothing so it was against
the stove, where it steamed and finally dried out. They
used the burst canteen to melt snow in to drink. All of
them were very hungry by now.
Neither Livvy or Josh decided to get dressed.
As soon as their duties were fulfilled, Rusty and Jean
wasted no time getting naked again and back in bed.
Neither Livvy or Josh said a word to them about their
behavior. For the rest of their time trapped, there was
a general abandonment of cultural rules. Rusty and Jean
couldn't seem to get enough of each other, and stopped
trying to hide what they were doing.
Jean was loud when she was satisfied, and neither Livvy
or Josh minded a bit. For that matter Livvy and Josh
stayed busy in much the same way. Josh again apologized
to Livvy for failing to control himself, and offered to
remove himself from her before, as he put it, it was
too late. Livvy silenced him with a kiss and said
simply "This is the frontier. You do what you have to
so survive. When you... finish," - she blushed a little
bit - "it warms me inside, and I find I... like that
warmth."
Hearing that Josh rolled them over until he was on top
of her. Livvy thought she would die from the pleasure
of it as her young bull rutted in her. She thought
she'd taste him any minute as his over-long shaft
touched her places she didn't even know she had. He
never could sheath his organ in her completely. It was
just too long. But it did the job and she loved the
feeling of being plumbed so deeply. She learned she was
loud during her own orgasm too.
The only time either couple gave any indication that
they knew what was going on across the room was one
time after Livvy had wailed out her pleasure as she
felt Josh's seed flushing into her.
In the silence after that she heard Jean call out "Miss
Livvy? Are you OK? He didn't kill you with that monster
did he?" Livvy had to laugh.
At last they heard the stove pipe rattle, and a voice
calling down it to them "Anybody in there? You all OK
in there?"
There was a general shouting match as all four of them
yelled, and the voice told them to "sit tight" and
they'd be out in "no time". It still took several
hours.
When the door finally opened all four were dressed and
as presentable as they could make themselves. There
were only three logs left on the floor by the stove.
The first person in was Sheriff Black, followed closely
by Rusty and Jean's worried looking mother and father.
Josh's father was there too, along with six or seven
others. There was hot coffee and food that had been
hot, but was no longer. No one cared.
Livvy watched tensely as her students were reunited
with worried parents. Sheriff Black stood, glancing
around. She saw his gaze linger where the blankets were
still lying crumpled on the floor. He looked at the
corner they had had to use as an outhouse, and at
Livvy's burst canteen. He looked at the three logs on
the floor.
Finally he looked at Livvy. "Ma'am, I suspect you all
had a rough time of it in here. I believe you were
lucky to have made it through. We had a hell of a time
getting out here."
Livvy smiled tentatively. "I feel we were very lucky,
Sheriff. Very lucky indeed."
It was May before it became painfully clear to the
townspeople that the school marm's belly was swelling -
and that it wasn't just good eating that caused it. A
self appointed delegation of the women in town made it
their business to inform her that they had no need of
an unmarried full time teacher any more, and that she
needed to find work elsewhere. One woman took
particular care to note that the house she was living
in was actually owned by the town, and that there were
plans for someone else to become the tenant.
Livvy had known it would happen. She didn't fight it.
The only thing that hurt was when she tried to say
goodbye to her students. When she got to Josh's ranch
his father came out with a shotgun and told her women
like her weren't welcome on his land. When Josh tried
to break in his father growled that he had better
things to do with his time than talk with sluts like
her. She turned heel and left.
As she boarded the stage coach, Sheriff Black
approached her. He held out his hand and said "Ma'am, I
reckon that all of us have bad luck occasionally. Not
all the folks hereabouts are as pig headed as some.
They've took up a collection, seeing as how you've
never been paid. We hope it'll help you get started
wherever you go." He handed her a small cloth bag that
clinked when it went into her hand.
"Thank you Sheriff," Livvy said.
A woman nearby sniffed and Black addressed her "Move
along Lindsey, there ain't nothing to see here." He
turned back to Livvy. "You done OK last winter Miss
Livvy. Some of us know how dicey it must have got. You
done just fine, considerin' what you had to work with.
I'm sorry it had to turn out like this." Then he turned
and walked away. The only other passenger on the stage
was a snake oil salesman who couldn't wait to get back
to civilization.
Six hours later the stagecoach came roaring back into
town. The driver was shooting his pistol in the air and
yelling at the top of his lungs. Indians had attacked
the stage. The only thing they seemed interested in was
the young pregnant white woman on board. They had taken
her. The last thing the driver had seen was her,
screaming and fighting with them as they hauled her
off. He'd come back to tell the town so a rescue could
be mounted. The snake oil salesman confirmed the story.
Neither of them could understand why no one seemed to
want to go save the poor woman.
Sheriff Black led a posse of six men to the scene. He
noted that the hoof prints of the Indian horses were
both shod and unshod. He noticed that the shod horses
appeared to be the same horses that had been stolen
from the Wilson and Powers ranches several days before.
One horse, the one missing from the Wilson place,
appeared to have been ridden by a mighty heavy rider,
for an Indian. It seemed strange that the Indians had
brought along an extra horse for the missing woman too.
They usually just slung captives across the pony in
front of the Brave who made the snatch. They followed
the tracks for a mile and he noticed that all the
horses slowed to a walk. After another mile the shod
horses went one way, and the unshod ones went another.
Sheriff Black didn't think any of this was important
enough to mention to anyone back in town. He just
reported that they had "Got clean away."
The only other thing that happened in town that summer
that caused a lot of gossip was that The two Powers
children up and ran away from home. The strange thing
was that they left on foot, and the searchers who went
looking for them couldn't find anybody within walking
distance of the ranch. They stayed out for three days
and nights, searching for signs of the fleeing youths,
but found no sign, either of passage, or camps.
Two months later, Josh Wilson was enrolled in Law
School in Philadelphia. With him was an obviously
pregnant young woman he introduced as his wife, Livvy.
She was seeking employment as a tutor, and was found to
be eminently qualified. The bursar assisted Mr. Wilson
in finding modest lodgings - the Wilsons had some money
- that would accommodate not only them, but Mrs.
Wilson's young cousin, Jean, and her husband Rusty.
Jean was great with child herself, not far along, and
was going to be the nanny for both children. Rusty
proved to be an instant hit with the city folk, who
were constantly amazed at his Wild West skills and
deportment. He was hired by a local newspaper to write
columns on the West and what was happening on the
frontier.
Generally, the people of Philadelphia were quite happy
to welcome them as citizens.
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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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