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Gifts
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
Steve has a hard time finding women that can take the
entire length of his huge penis. That's why when he
meets a tiny woman, they seem an odd match. The gifts
she gives him are shocking and incredible. (MFf, ped,
inc, size, preg, sn)
***
** Chapter One: Meeting Tina
All Steve's guy friends (who knew about "his
equipment") told him it was a gift. What a joke. A 12"
shlong sounded great if you were a porn star, but his
dreams of finding the woman who could take the whole
thing left him with, well, female porn stars as his
only real options... and they aren't as appealing as
they sound.
He'd pretty much given up hope of ever having a serious
relationship that got much beyond "wow, you're huge!
ow! stop that!" when he met Tina. She, if you'd asked
any of his friends, was the least likely match you ever
could have picked for him. Steve was about 6'1", medium
build, with his 12" monster looming ominously in front
of him. Tina was a hair over 4' tall, perfectly
proportioned in every way. In *every* way. That meant
no copious internal cavities for him...
They met in an online chatroom and never discussed
their appearance at all before they met. He loved her
desperate eroticism and empathized with her feelings of
sexual frustration (not put into any detail, but he
definitely picked up on it). She loved his quick sense
of humor and his patience with her emotional needs.
When they finally met, his heart fell. The top of her
head ended somewhere in the middle of his chest. Their
emotional relationship had been great, but he knew at a
glance it could never be physical... or so he thought.
** Chapter Two: The First Gift
He couldn't have been more wrong. She could tell
something was wrong by how he kept avoiding her gaze on
their date, and finally using her connection with him
they'd formed in the chatroom, she convinced him to
tell her what was wrong. In a few short sentences he
explained to her that the source of *his* frustrations
she'd sensed before was his oversized penis and the
difficulties it had caused him in his relationships.
And now seeing her, she wouldn't even be able to....
She stopped him. Without a word she led him back to her
car and in minutes they were at her apartment.
Their passion was so pent up they said little as they
entered her bedroom. He just stared into her eyes as
they both stripped, connecting finally the woman he'd
loved from a distance with the physical entity in front
of him. He was therefore startled from his gaze by the
sight of this perfect nymphette in front of him.
She was... perfect. She was like a supermodel...
standing 10 feet away instead of right in front of him.
He still had his boxers on, but they were tented well
away from his body by now. She reached out boldly and
pulled them down, her eyes taking in his veined member.
"Hmm" was all she said. Her look was almost appraising.
Then she nodded, led him to her bed, and the rest was
just a whirl.
He kissed her. He stroked her. He could take not just
her nipple in his mouth, but her entire small, perfect
breast, suckling on her chest as if he could through
sheer force of will cause her to express milk. She
returned the favor, though much lower. She couldn't fit
much more than his bloated mushroom head in her mouth,
and it had to "pop" with a tight seal between her
stretched lips, but it felt incredible.
Finally, with great trepidation, he climbed on top of
her. She was so small! He would crush her! He would
tear her inside! He began to soften with all of the
horrible worries and memories of past failed
relationships. Suddenly he was snapped back to
attention and erection by the feel of her arms wrapped
around his neck, her legs, straining, wrapped around
his waist, and her tiny slit rubbing wetly back and
forth along the underside of his sensitive shaft.
Within moments her parted nether lips had gathered
teaspoonfuls of his clear slippery fluid that began to
ooze copiously from the tip of his penis, and their
male and female parts were coated in more fluid
lubricant than he'd ever seen.
He looked over into the mirror on one side of her bed
and could see everything. Tina was perfect and tiny,
dangling under him as he was on his hands and knees.
She swung beneath him like some rider falling off a
mighty stallion, except his stallion's shaft was
prodding at her womanly entrance. He gave in, dropped
down until her back rested against the sheets, for
greater purchase, and started to push into her. She was
incredibly tight; even with all of her wetness and his
pre-cum, it was like trying to pull a greased wrist out
of handcuffs... but in reverse.
After keeping up the pressure for a moment, he felt
something give, and he lunged into her. With her
incredibly tight squeezing and the long waiting for
this moment, he shamefully couldn't hold out, and with
just his bloated head locked in her tiny vagina, he
exploded. At the feel of his hot seed flooding her, she
went over the top as well and cried out in short
panting gasps before he collapsed atop her, pinning her
to the bed.
When he awoke a few minutes later, he promptly lifted
himself off her small frame, apologizing profusely, but
he stopped him and pulled him back down on top of her,
reveling in her gentle giant's crushing intimate
embrace. Satisfied he hadn't hurt her, he pulled back,
his softened but still broad penis head leaving her
tiny hole with an audible "pop". He looked down and was
horrified to see traces of blood mixed with their clear
and white fluids. She saw his look and shushed him
until they'd both cleaned themselves up.
She explained that yes, she'd been a virgin, yes, she'd
wanted him to be her first, no, it didn't hurt (more on
that later), and yes, she'd forgotten all about
protection too, but it didn't matter, because she
wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. He went
down on one knee right there, bringing their eyes
closer to parity, and with his seed still occasionally
dripping down her inner thigh, proposed to his perfect
little woman.
** Chapter Three: The Second Gift
The fucked like bunnies. They quickly explored her
limits, and though he could never get much more than 4
or 5 inches inside her, her hands made up (mostly) for
what her body couldn't provide. Not only was she a
minx, he discovered, she was a fertile minx. Within a
few months, they found out she was pregnant, which
scared him a little, but she assured him it would be
wonderful.
The months passed and as her time neared, they had to
be more and more careful because of the baby. Her belly
was enormous, and when they went out in public, they
definitely got some strange looks, which ranged from
"you horrid pedophile" to "oh, he's helping some poor
pregnant 6th grader out". Anyone who'd taken one look
at her face and form should have realized she was a
fully grown woman, but many didn't look beyond her
height. Just as many of his previous girlfriends hadn't
looked beyond his size.
Finally the day came and Tina gave birth to a beautiful
baby girl. They named her Ginny and Tina told Steve
that she was to be her gift to him. He didn't
understand what that meant at the time...
They were all sent home from the hospital with all
sorts of pamphlets about all sorts of things, including
sex after pregnancy. The pamphlet said that everything
would be sore and open for a while, so they should wait
at least a month, which is why Steve was surprised when
Tina put the baby down the first night and led him into
the bedroom naked. She looked so hot.. her belly was
smaller and her breasts were still huge (for her). He
told her about how it was supposed to be sore and they
should wait, but, as always, she shushed him and pulled
him on top of her.
In almost a year that they'd been together, he'd
stretched her somewhat (though not much), but this was
something different. Her vagina still clung to the
sides of his penis as they slowly began to move on the
bed, but it felt wildly different. He knew he shouldn't
find it so arousing to feel like he was fucking a
different woman, but he did.
He reached her limit as always with still 7" outside,
but where now she'd usually reach down and rub his
exposed shaft, she instead arched her back up and
pushed up to meet him. He gasped as he felt his spongy
head skip over the softened lips of her cervix and slip
deeper into his wife than he'd ever been before. He
still couldn't completely enter her, but the feeling of
her recently emptied uterus rubbing against his rampant
penis head while her still dilated cervix caressed his
shaft drove him to explode inside her with more force
than he'd ever felt.
When he opened his eyes she was smiling up at him,
though her eyes were a little sad. She told him that
she wouldn't be able to do that for him for much
longer, and had wanted to find a way to take more of
him while she still could. He hugged his tiny,
beautiful wife in a might bear hug, and planted two
more loads of sperm straight into her shrinking womb
before he could no longer pierce her cervix.
** Chapter Four: The Third Gift
As the years passed, he learned much more about being a
father and about his very special wife. They were all
happy together, though Tina never got pregnant again.
He told her about how he was worried that he'd damaged
her, inside, when she'd let him womb-fuck her, but she
told him that even if that was true, it was "all for
the best".
Through the years, Tina and Ginny spent hours together,
and as the girl grew, it was obvious she was taking
more after her mother than her dad. She was going to be
taller, however, as by 9 she was already as tall as her
Mom. He found himself wondering what the squeals and
groans she heard from the bedroom were when the two of
them had their "girl's nights" where he wasn't allowed.
Tina assured him they were just playing, so he tried
not to let his imagination run away with him.
Just before Ginny's 9th birthday, though, some of
Tina's secrets could no longer be hidden. He'd noticed
her sneaking out of the house any number of times and
he finally followed her to the hospital one time. When
he confronted her, she sighed and explained what was
going on. She had a rare neurological disease which
caused her not to feel any pain except on her skin.
This is why she'd be such a good partner for him, why
Ginny's birth had been so easy, how she'd been able to
offer him the incredible gift of her body after the
birth... and why she was dying. The sensitivity of her
skin had made her able to deal with her disorder better
than most patients, but also reflected a genetic
variation that made it a fatal degenerative condition.
Within a month, she told him, the condition would enter
its final stage and she'd be in near constant pain
until she died. There was no cure, but she'd made
"arrangements" for it not to end that way. She
explained that her doctor who she'd known for years
would be the one to perform the autopsy and he'd find
that she died of natural causes. He just stared at her,
completely confused. She looked deep into his eyes and
told him that she couldn't think of a more wonderful,
natural way to go than to finally give her husband the
thing he'd wanted for all of his adult life. Her hand
rested gently on his swelling crotch as he finally
realized what she meant.
He was struck dumb the whole ride home, and when they
got there she matter-of-factly explained all the
arrangements that had to be made first. She brought her
will up-to-date, said her goodbyes in non-specific
terms to her friends, sent Ginny over to play with her
friends, and led Steve into the bedroom for one last
time.
By then he'd argued with her every which way, but he
knew she'd thought this through. She'd feel no pain
this way. She'd die in his arms. It all made so much
sense... except for the horror. But to his own horror,
he found he'd been hard for hours just thinking about
her.
She'd taken a muscle relaxant a few hours earlier, and
so they'd scarcely entered the bedroom when she
collapsed onto the bed. He gently stripped her naked,
her eyes smiling up at him with love. Looking down on
his tiny wife, still so healthy looking, and knowing
what she wanted him to do brought tears to his eyes and
a throbbing to his loins. He was out of his clothes and
inside her in a flash.
His fingers explored all of her that his mouth couldn't
reach on her tiny form so far below him. His measuring
gaze took in the length and shape of her. Her entire
torso couldn't have been much more than 15" long... if
he did this, the tip of his penis would end up... He
couldn't think about that, just how hot and wet she
felt on the end of him. He began moving in their
regular rhythm, but she stopped him, shaking her head.
She arched up and braced herself, as she had so many
years ago right after Ginny was born.
It was different this time, she wasn't dilated open,
but the muscle relaxant made it tight, but possible. He
pulled the tip of his penis back from the tented depths
of her tiny vagina and, instead notching it against her
cervix, pushed forcefully at her womb's entrance. It
gave more easily than he expected, both because of the
drugs and because, as she knew but he didn't, he *had*
damaged her reproductive tract with that womb fuck so
many years before, but she'd never regretted the
decision.
He began his familiar motions, now with only 4 or 5
inches remaining outside her tiny form, but once again
she stopped him. She knew this would be the hardest,
even with the back wall of her uterus thinned and
scarred from his prior assault. She let him move again,
vigorously stretching and poking her womb, and began to
move against him, pushing back in time to his thrusts.
Their unions became more and more violent until at last
she reached down and poked at his anus as she gave a
particularly hard arching thrust towards him.
He yelped and dove downwards, feeling a stretching
resistance, and then a sickening tearing sensation as
the back wall of his tiny wife's womb gave way. He
froze, staring into her eyes. They showed no pain only
wonder at the feel of her wonderful, giant lover so
deep inside her. Made braver through her apparent
acceptance, he placed his hands at her tiny hips and
leaned back, pulling her onto him with all of his
strength, sliding her tiny body the last few inches
down his steel-hard penis until at last their bodies
touched where they had never touched before.
His pubic mound ground against hers as his penis
traveled through her stretched vagina, through her
forced-open cervix, through her clinging uterus, and
ended deep in the organs of her chest. She made a soft
choking sound as the head of his penis rubbed against
her lungs, but wrapped her arms around him in delight.
She'd given him her body to use as a sex toy. Not just
her vagina like most women, but her entire body.
As he held her in his arms, he thought of all of the
sex manuals he'd read with the different positions and
diagrams, and thought of one that was listed as "for
deepest penetration" He never thought he'd be using
that one, and he was sure the authors never imagined
anyone would ever go *this* deep. He pulled her tighter
onto him, shifting his hips into that position, feeling
the tip of his shaft caressing her beating heart. He
wanted to just stay like that forever, but she looked
down at him, her loving gaze now growing desperate.
He realized that though she couldn't feel pain from her
nerves, the minutes of her life were ticking away from
the moment he'd rearranged her internal organs with his
tearing thrust. She needed release from her diseased
life, given by her loving husband. He needed release in
a much less permanent fashion, but with just as much
urgency.
And so, to satisfy both needs, he began to move. He
fucked her with careless abandon. Always before, with
his wife and every other lover, he'd had to be careful,
to not thrust too hard, to not thrust too deep. All
that was past now as, with his hands on her small
waist, he lifted her up and pulled her down, fucking
her chest, her lungs, her heart. Her stretched vaginal
lips were the mere entry point to this warm, pulsing
fuck-sleeve he was ruining with every thrust.
It didn't take long for either of them to find their
release, as his increasingly frantic thrusts tore at
her soft tissues until at last, as her little heart
gave out, her whole body spasmed in death throes,
clenching at him from every angle, and he hugged her to
him, pulling her tight against the base of his penis as
he exploded into her body, semen flooding her right
lung that he'd finally come to rest inside, then driven
by the pressure of his ejaculation up through her
trachea until the semen he'd jetted into her body came
out through her nose and she collapsed happy, dead, and
never in pain... in his arms.
** Chapter Five: The Final Gift
Tina had taken care of everything. He wasn't in any
condition to think straight, so luckily there was a
card by the phone that told him the doctor's number to
dial and exactly what to say. The records showed that
his wife had an attack related to her condition and
died at the hospital. Nothing unseemly went on the
record, and all the loose ends were taken care of.
And so their lives went on. Ginny grew up into a
beautiful little girl, taller then her mother but still
shorter than average. Four years later, when she was
12, on the anniversary of the last time he'd ever been
with a woman, his daughter presented him with a sealed
envelope. He recognized the handwriting... it was
Tina's. Ginny sat in the corner wordlessly and waited
for him to open it. His hands trembling, he tore the
letter open and began to read.
Dearest Steve,
If you're reading this, then I am gone and either Ginny
is old enough, or has decided that it's time for you to
read it.
I knew from the time we met that I would die before
you, perhaps long before, and couldn't bear the thought
of leaving you alone and in... need. That's why from
the moment we were together, I decided I needed to
prepare a replacement for myself for when I was gone.
When I finally conceived I hoped against hope it was a
girl, who would grow up strong and healthy to replace
me, and my wishes were answered.
He looked up at Ginny, squirming impatiently across the
room, and kept reading.
When Ginny was five, I started training her to take my
place once I was gone; she's had far longer to prepare
for my passing than you have, and for that, I'm sorry
my love. I even told her how I would go, so she'd
understand exactly the "immensity" of the task she'd
have to take on. Take her, my love, as you once took
me. She is my final gift to you.
He let the letter fall to the floor, his mouth agape,
staring at his daughter, appraising her in a whole new
light. She walked over, took his hand, and led him to
her bedroom, and he went with her as if in a daze. He
sat down on her bed as she got on her hands and knees
to fish something out from underneath. This gave him a
moment to finally take in the form of his daughter's
tight body, and he said a silent word of thanks to his
wife for her wonderful gifts.
Ginny finally squirmed back out from under the bed,
holding a large shoe box with "Ginny's Training Kit"
written in Tina's handwriting on the top. With her
urging, he emptied it onto the bed and looked at what
was there. First he noticed a number of sketches on
graph paper. They looked like rough drawings of a naked
girl at various ages; a pedophile's dream come true.
Next to each were diagrams of various sized penises
(dildos?) superimposed against the girls' stomachs:
estimations of size, elasticity, growth.
Next there was a stack of letters, again in Tina's
hand. He started to read them, but Ginny gently but
impatiently put them back in the box, explaining that
they were the instructions Mommy had prewritten for her
that she'd been following since she was 9, and he could
read them later.
Finally, lying lewdly on the bed were three rubber
dildos. The first was fairly small and tapered, and had
three numbered lines drawn on it, with the smaller
numbers closer to the "head": 8, 9, and 10. He realized
from the sketches that those were years, and gasped as
he realized that at age 9 his little angel had been
fitting this entire thing inside her. Then he looked
over at the other two.
The first wasn't much longer than the 8-9-10 one, just
thicker, and had written on the bottom of it "LIKE
DADDY". Appraising it, he (not immodestly) though that
while it was indeed *like* him, it was still a bit
small. Then he looked at the other one, which once
again had lines drawn on it: 11, 12, 13, 14. The line
for 14 said "Daddy" next to it and was indeed a good
approximation of his length. Near the "head" the dildo
tapered to a point, then quickly spread to simulate his
thickness. Flipping it over in his hands, he saw that
this one was also labeled on the bottom, but this one
was "LOVE DADDY".
He looked quizzically at Ginny, and she explained.
Mommy had left her a note telling her than when she
turned 11, she had a choice. She could use the "LIKE
DADDY" and be able to still service her father
acceptably when she was older, and even be able to go
on later in life to another man, perhaps, have a
family, and so on. (It was understood that her duty,
once she was old enough but still living at home, was
to service her father; that much had never been in
doubt) But she could also choose to start working with
the "LOVE DADDY" dildo.
If she kept at it, by the time she was 14, she'd be
able to accept her father's penis completely, servicing
him like her mother had just after her birth. (She'd
been told all about that, too) It would likely ruin her
for "lesser" men, and she'd almost certainly never be
able to bear children after she went down that road.
He trembled, holding the two warming pieces of rubber
in his hands... waiting for her to tell her which she
had used. She motioned for him to hold them up to his
nose. He sniffed experimentally at "LIKE DADDY" and it
smelled... like rubber. He shrugged. She urged him
onward. He sniffed at "LOVE DADDY" and was overwhelmed
with a deep womanly musk. Tears came to his eyes as he
realized what she had sacrificed... rearranging her own
body inside for him to use.
Ginny quickly got up and swept the toys and letters
from the bed, and began to climb out of her school
clothes. He realized that something was awry and
stopped her, pointing out that she was only 13, and her
training wasn't supposed to reach the "Daddy" line
until next year.
She nodded sincerely and explained that she didn't
think he could wait another year, and she was willing
to let him "break her in" himself. If he was gentle, it
would be close enough. By now his daughter was fully
naked in front of him, and he was too speechless to
argue. He didn't think he could *get* any harder than
he'd been for the last 15 minutes, from the moment he
started reading Tina's letter.
He was wrong. Ginny stood a little under 5' tall in
her, er, birthday suit. She had her mother's green
eyes, long brown hair, small but prominent breasts, and
dark red nipples. She had barely a downy patch of hair
dusting her swollen public mound, accentuating rather
than hiding the cleft of her girlhood.
She opened her arms to him and told him that while she
couldn't give him her virginity, which had been taken
when she was 5 by her mother's loving fingers, she
could instead give him her body, her soul, and her
life. For she had indeed chosen to stretch herself,
open herself, prepare herself for her the very reason
for her existence: to sexually service and complete
satisfy her father.
She swiftly removed his shirt, his pants, and his
shorts, painfully stretched over the stiffest erection
he'd had in years. She held his member appraisingly in
her small hands, judging how much growing she was
supposed to have done in the coming year and whether
she would indeed be able to take him all. There was
only one way to find out.
Ginny laid back on the bed beneath him, her pink
unicorn sheets belying an innocence that was shattered
long before he lay naked atop her. He held her in his
arms for only a moment, as she slid beneath him towards
his feet, her thighs parting beneath him. Then at last,
13 years after she'd been born, Ginny's soft wet
vaginal lips touched her father's swollen penis head.
The knowledge that she'd been prepared for this, that
his daughter existed only to accept his cock made Steve
feel like more of a man than he ever had. He didn't
hesitate, but did what felt natural, what he imagined a
cave man would have done if his daughter had offered
herself to him in this manner. He entered her.
Ginny bit her lip. This was the moment she'd been
prepared for since childhood; her father's penis was at
last sliding into her vagina. And sliding.... and
sliding. She whimpered, for unlike her mother, Ginny's
first time with her father *did* hurt a bit. He was
much harder than the soft rubber dildo she was used to,
and she discovered that perhaps this would have been
easier when she was 14 and her sexual organs had had
more time to mature, to ready themselves to receive an
adult male's oversized organ. But this preteen had
committed herself to taking her Daddy... all of him..
inside her. So she gritted her teeth, clenched her
fingers on his broad shoulders, and braced herself for
him to slide deeper.
If he hadn't been oozing sticky slippery liquid desire
out of the tip of his penis for minutes, and she hadn't
been wet with wanting him, he never would have gotten
this far. He had a little more than half of his penis
embedded in the soft hole between his daughter's tiny
legs. This was more than Tina could usually take. She
had usually made up for it with a hand job on what
remained outside her... but Ginny wasn't going to
settle for that. She'd been *made* for this. Conceived,
trained, and reshaped specifically to be penetrated
fully by her father's 12" baby-maker.
And so he felt the tight ring of her cervix, already
open through practice, slip easily but noticeably over
the rampaging spongy head of his incestual invader.
Only when he'd lunged lustily the last few inches, and
felt himself lightly stretch the back wall of his
little girl's uterus before coming to rest hilted
inside her, did he actually think of the moral enormity
of what he'd just done. He'd just sheathed his
monstrous adult penis in his baby girl's damaged womb
to satisfy his own lustful urges...
Of course just thinking about that drove him over the
edge, and with his penis firmly embedded in her
clasping uterus, he exploded with months of pent-up
semen, gripping her tiny fragile body against him in a
lecherous mockery of a father's chaste hug, as their
bodies joined below shuddered in a shared orgasm of
biblical proportions.
By the time her father's semen stopped flowing into
her, it was dribbling down her smooth little thigh, and
she'd never, ever been happier.
** Chapter Six: The Unexpected Outcome
A few weeks later, Ginny got her first period, and
Steve's guilt flared up again. She assured him that
there was no danger of him siring a baby on his still
preteen daughter (though just talking about that
resulted in the wildest fuck session since the first
one)
And so the months turned into years, and they lived
happily as father and daughter, and as lovers. He "made
use" of Tina's most wonderful gift almost every night.
Some nights she didn't feel like the vague discomfort
(which had never completely gone away) of being
stretched by her father's cock, but she reminded
herself that it was her entire reason for living, and
besides, he usually fucked her to an incredible orgasm
anyway...
What neither of them knew was that, although her womb
had been "repurposed" to the task of accepting her
father's nightly penile invasions, it was still
functional. She had in fact on two separate occasions,
by the time she turned 15, conceived her father's
child. But both times within days of the embryo
implanting in the wall of her uterus, his vigorous
womb-fucking and high pressure jets of semen had
scraped her belly clean.
That was why when, just after her 15th birthday, just
before she began ovulating (not that she was keeping
track), after Steve had to leave on a business trip and
they had a "goodbye" fuck... *that* was the one that
stuck. They took their time that night and he'd saved
up both balls-full of sperm for his little girl, so
when he pushed clean through her cervix and jetted
directly into her womb, most of the seed rushed right
towards her ovaries. It was a wonder that her father's
vigorous little sperm soldiers only fertilized one of
the high-schooler's eggs that night.
When he returned 2 months later from his business trip
(she'd been staying with a friend), she showed him the
pregnancy test she'd taken after being sick every
morning for a week (and missing her period). He was
shocked... and incredibly turned on. He'd managed to
knock his teenage daughter up. He was a virile stud. He
was a MAN.
Through the pregnancy they took special care. He wore a
cock ring to avoid an "early encounter" with his
child/grandchild. The doctors were concerned that she
seemed to have a "prolapsed cervix" (they looked
blankly as if surprised by this news), but thought that
her unusually well developed internal muscles should be
able to compensate. And both of them were thrilled when
they found out that it was a girl.
** Epilogue
13 years later, Ginny was 27, and still loved her
father. But he knew that she wanted to explore the
world, to do things that he couldn't always do with
her. That's why on their daughter Tina's 13th birthday
(named in honor of her grandmother), Ginny presented
her to her father as her replacement. Though Ginny
couldn't claim to have conceived Tina on purpose for
his pleasure, and she hadn't given her the "intensive"
physical training that she had received, she still had
trained her in how to pleasure him, for one way or
another it would always be Ginny's job to make sure
that her father was satisfied.
And with or without the training, by the time *she* was
14, young Tina was taking her father clear up inside
her womb, just like her mother and grandmother.
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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