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Prom Night
by Zarathos (spectreofhell@yahoo.comxx)
***
An improbable story about a father waiting up for his
virgin daughter to come home from the prom and her
unloading on him what a bad time she'd had with her
"grabby" boyfriend. Of course, the best way to recover
from that experience like that is to make love to your
daughter to show her how a real man should treat a
woman. Well written. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, oral, 1st)
***
I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
night attire, an open robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight Show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only 14, a
freshman in high school, and she had been asked to the
prom by a senior, one of the school's football players.
I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of course, was
that I wanted to protect my baby angel, but I think even
then deep inside I knew I wanted her for myself.
Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her small
frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot of
attention from the boys, attention I knew had nothing to
do with her personality.
I was a boy once, too, and even if Jean didn't want to
understand it I knew that she was the star of many young
boys' sexual fantasies. Hell, she was the star in many
of mine. Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude
about it and thought it was a great idea to let our
daughter go off to the prom. Which was why she was
asleep and I was waiting on the couch.
She had permission to be out until one o'clock, but I
saw car lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I
closed my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing. "Asshole!" I heard Jean
hiss as she slammed the door to the jock's Mustang,
which promptly squealed its tires and roared away.
Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding the hem
of her dress in one hand and her heels in the other. She
stopped in surprised when she saw me.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arms, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the story out
of her.
It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost. Trent,
her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant along with
two other couples. Three senior boys each with a
freshman date. They had stayed barely half an hour at
the dance, not even long enough to get their picture
made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying they had a
party to go to.
The party turned out to be his two buddies and their
dates down by the lake. He tried to have his way with
her, and at first (she admitted, after much coaxing) she
had been willing. They kissed, petted a little, and
then...
"Then what, baby?" I urged. We were sitting on the sofa
together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears had made
her mascara run, and I was fighting an erection. She was
so beautiful, so wonderful to look at, and even her
slightly disheveled hair and ruined makeup looked sexy
to me. Her gown was in disarray, the hem riding up her
legs to expose her black nylons which she had laid
against my own bare legs.
"He... took IT out," she said, not meeting my eyes.
"His penis?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Honey, did he..."
"No!" she said in a fierce whisper. "I'd never let him
do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving myself for
someone special."
It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that night, I
had entertained many fantasies about being her first,
never with any doubt that it would never happen. She was
my darling daughter, and I had never tried anything with
her.
"I pitched a bitch," she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front of me.
"It's okay," I told her, smiling. "I know you use those
words. You can say them."
She blushed. "I-I... bitched at him until he agreed to
take me home," she said. She looked into my eyes. "I was
scared he was going to rape me, Daddy."
"What about the other girls?" I asked.
She snorted. "Melinda and Penny? Everybody knows they're
sluts. They were screwing their dates before Trent had
even felt me up." She was blushing even more, but she
was watching for my reaction. I smiled, and she seemed
to relax. I had opened the door, I realize now, and
everything that came after was just inevitable.
"So, you're okay then?"
"Yea, I guess," she said. I saw some tears well up in
her eyes. "Can you hold me a while, Daddy?"
"Of course, sweetheart!" I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no longer
be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of her hair,
relished the feel of her soft skin as I stroked her neck
and arms, her bare shoulders. She was so petite, only
five feet tall compared to my nearly six feet. I felt a
burning shame because of my desire. She was my daughter,
and she was as tiny as a child, and I wanted her like I
had never wanted anyone before in my life.
I couldn't resist letting my hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the sides
of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted her left
arm higher across my body as my hand came up her side,
as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough yet. My hand
came tantalizingly close to her breast, then moved away.
I felt her tremble slightly, and she sighed into my
neck.
"Know what I regret most?" she said, whispering.
"What?" I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was outside
my body watching as I tried to molest my own daughter
with gently touches.
"I didn't get to slow dance," she said. "We left right
before the first one."
"That's too bad," I said. We turned our heads as one to
look at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked at me,
I looked at her. She smiled, and my heart melted.
"Daddy?" she asked. "Would you dance with me?"
I should have said no. I should have sent her on to bed.
"Yes," I heard myself saying. "I'd love to."
She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some easy listening CD's, so I chose
one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock. The sound
of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I turned back
to my daughter. Jean was still sitting. She accepted my
hand and rose to her feet as light as an angel. In her
shoeless state, the top of her head came only to my
chest, and her large breasts pressed into my stomach as
we stepped close together. Her small arms went around my
waist, and I rested my hands on her bare shoulders.
We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was semi-
hard, and she had to know what was pressing against her
tummy. I bent over a little and kissed the top of her
head. She looked up, smiling dreamily into my face, and
I was so very tempted to lean down and plant a kiss on
her pink lips. Maybe I would have if she hadn't
stumbled.
"Damn dress," she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.
"I thought you like it," I said.
"I do. It's just too long without my shoes on."
I was looking down at her small stockinged-feet. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
throb. "Why don't you put your shoes back on," I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.
She shook her head. "They hurt my feet," she said. She
looked at me biting her lip.
"What?" I asked.
"Daddy?" she began, then paused. "I'm wearing a slip,"
she said after a moment.
I realized quickly what she wanted. "You want to take
your dress off?" I ventured, feeling heat in my face.
She nodded slowly. "Okay," I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands were
trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it down. At
first, I didn't see the slip, only her deliciously pale
back. The zipper reached her waist and I let go.
Jean pushed the dress off her shoulders then stopped. I
didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must have
come to her senses, I told myself. At least one of us
is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She looked into
my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting for me, giving
me a chance to back out. That was when I realized our
relationship was going to change forever.
She pushed the dress off her arms and let it drop. Her
slip was a sheath of black silk across her breasts, held
in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled her hips and let
the dress fall to the floor. I watched open mouthed as
she daintily stepped out of the puddle of cloth at her
ankles. She kicked the dress aside. I knew I was staring
but I couldn't stop.
"I must look silly," she said, eyes downcast.
"No," I contradicted her. "You're beautiful. You're the
most beautiful woman I've ever seen." She beamed
happily.
I had called her a woman, not a girl, and maybe that was
the thing that helped her cross the barrier. She put her
arms around me as she stepped forward, pressing her body
to me. This time, she had my full erection pressed
against her. She smiled up at me then lay her head on my
chest. I was shaking as I put my arms around her again.
Slowly, we began to dance again, barely moving our feet,
just enjoying the rhythm of our bodies as we touched.
I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top of
her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped just
shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were rubbing my
back, moving in small circles. With agonizing slowness,
she moved lower and lower until her young hands were on
my ass. She squeezed gently and giggled nervously
against my chest.
I suppressed a moan as I let my hands slide over my
daughter's tiny ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling
her closer. Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my
ass. Then she made a sound that had my hairs stand on
end and lit a cold fire in my blood. My baby girl
moaned.
I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This time I did
not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to hers. She
rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our lips brushed each
other lightly, tentatively, then more firmly. We had
stopped dancing. The kiss melted into another one, then
another. We sucked at each other's lips. I tasted her
lipstick on my own lips, and I put my tongue against her
mouth. She opened to me, allowed my tongue into her
mouth and met it with hers.
We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a passionate
french-kiss. She was panting, and she moaned softly into
my mouth.
I don't know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against her,
and I could feel her body shaking. And, just above the
flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell her
excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's pussy
smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past her own
breasts, though. "You're hard," she whispered, then
looked into my eyes.
I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower lip, a
habit I found delightful. "You're a good kisser," she
said, still whispering.
"So are you," I said. She giggled, then rose up on her
toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to have her
tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass, pulling her
to me, and began to lift her. She put her arms round my
neck as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Our faces
were level now, and we began to kiss more passionately.
"Oh, Daddy," she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her cheek to her neck.
"Is this what you want, baby?" I asked. "We haven't gone
too far to stop."
I felt her small hands take my head and force me back so
she could look into my eyes. "Do you want to stop?" she
asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the most lovely
smile. "Neither do I," she said. I groaned and kissed
her again. She returned it with passion, her hands
running through my hair.
I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering her
to the cushions. She kept her legs around me, though,
and as she settled it brought our crotches together. She
gasped sharply as she felt my hardness pressing against
her hidden pussy. Now that I didn't have to hold her up,
my hands could wander again. I cupped her breasts in
each hand, thrilled to discover her nipples were stiff
beneath my thumbs. I licked her neck as I massaged her
globes, and she began to moan as she panted.
I knew it was wrong. I didn't care. And neither did she.
I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands beneath it.
I stroked her flat pale tummy which quivered under my
fingertips. She arched her back as my hand closed over
her bra covered breast. I pushed the slip up so I could
see them. Glancing down, I saw her stockings where they
ended on her upper thigh. A pale section of leg lay
between the nylons and her silky black panties. Then her
wonderful body above. She helped me, pulling the slip
into a bunch at her neck. I kissed her cleavage as I
squeezed both breasts in my hands.
Jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away. Her
bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked it.
Then she took my hands again and returned them to her
chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra aside,
then gazed down at her naked breasts. They were the
loveliest I'd ever seen. So firm and full, milky
unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas. Her
nipples were engorged and a darker pink in color. I
sucked the left one into my mouth, making her gasp
again. Quickly I switched to the other as my fingers
pinched the wet one I had left.
I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with her
legs. I suckled each of her teats several times before I
felt an overpowering urge to taste something else. I
hesitated though. "I want you," I told her, bluntly.
She nodded. "I want you too," she said.
"I mean, I want to make love to you," I told her.
She chewed on her lip. "It's incest," she said after a
brief pause.
I nodded. "Yes," I said. "It is."
"Does it bother you?" she asked.
I was surprised. "What?"
"Incest," she repeated. "I know I'm your daughter, and
you're my Daddy, so if you think it's wrong..."
"I don't," I said, cutting her off.
"You don't?"
"Jean, I want to make love to you. I know it's incest. I
don't care."
"I don't care either," she said, thrilling me. "I want
it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first."
"Oh, baby," I said, and kissed her again. She hugged me
with her whole body, pulling us together with arms and
legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I reached
down and with a little tug allowed my cock to jut
through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my hips
forward again, my naked cock slid across her panties. I
wanted to rip them aside, to feel the flesh of my
daughter's pussy on my cock, but I knew there was
something else I wanted too.
As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to suckle
her tits again, then continued to her tummy. I kissed
the flesh above her stockings, and continued down her
legs until I got to her toes. Jean was always meticulous
about staying clean. Her feet were delightful, small
enough to fit into my hands and she squealed when I
sucked on her toes. I wondered idly if my wife could
hear us and what she would do if she caught us. And I
wondered if I'd be able to stop.
I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a young
girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my mouth on
her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling her soft
lips beneath the material. She gasped and arched her
back. She pulled her legs up, putting her stockinged-
feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could spread her
legs wide for me. Her panties pulled tighter and fell
between her lips. I pushed my tongue into the cleft.
"Oh, god," she hissed. "No one's ever done that before.
Are you going to lick me, Daddy?"
In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy was
as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness extended
right up to where her pink inner petals unfolded,
glistening wetly with her excitement. The hair on her
head might have been auburn, but it was dyed, and here
was her true color where dark red wisps of pubic hair
formed an elongated vee pointing down at her treasure.
Her lips had only the finest of small hairs, nothing to
impede me as I leaned forward and pressed my tongue into
the folds of her pussy.
Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into her
depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The taste
was indescribable, musky and clean. Her excretions were
thicker than water, and they tasted a bit metallic. I
sucked her clit then lapped at her cunt-lips, trying to
drink up everything she was exuding.
I pressed used my fingers to spread her, delighting in
the sight of her pinkness, and pressed my tongue to her
fuck-hole. I was worried about her being a virgin in
every way, but I found no trace of a hymen. She was
tight, though, and I had to shove my tongue into her.
When I wiggled it inside her, she clutched at the
cushions and cried out.
She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was the
end of me. "Oh, Daddy!" she hissed, hands tangling in my
hair. I put my hands under her ass, helping her lift her
pussy to my mouth. I covered her crotch with my mouth,
french-kissing her cunt as she began to shake. She
quivered violently, her pussy throbbing, and she began
to cum. Her juices flooded my mouth, hot and tangy. Her
toes curled, her back arched until she was nearly bent
double, her hands held my head tightly, she shook and
moaned and thrust her hips up as I tongue-fucked her.
She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my head
away. "No more," she said. "Please." I leaned back on my
heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my own face
glistening with her girl-cum.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
She nodded vigorously. "It was better than I thought
possible," she said. She chewed her lip again. "Do you
want me to do you?"
The prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time. "Next time," I told her, hoping there would be a
next time. I stood and removed my robe. She watched with
glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxers down she sat up.
The slip came over her head and she threw it aside.
We stared at each other. She looked me up and down, then
stared at my hard cock bobbing in front of her. I
couldn't believe the sight I had. All she had on was her
panties and her stockings. Her breasts heaved with her
breathing. Her legs were still splayed. I reminded
herself that she was only 14. I had to remember she was
my daughter.
Both of those thoughts only served to make my cock
throb. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it. I
shuddered as her small hand closed around my shaft. She
looked up at me as she began to fondle me. "It's big,"
she said.
"Have you seen many?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
"Only three," she said. "Well..."
"What?"
"I've seen some naked guys on the 'net," she admitted. I
felt disappointed. Then she added, "I don't think any
where this big."
"I'm average," I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock awkwardly.
At least she had no experience doing that.
"I've seen longer," she said, "but they were so thin. I
can't believe how thick you are."
Then she looked up at me again. "Do you think it will
fit inside me?" she asked. I nearly came right there.
"Are you sure you want to try?" I asked.
She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward on
the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I wanted
it desperately. She leaned forward and put her lips to
the end of my cock, kissing it delicately. She giggle
and glanced up to see my reaction. "Have you ever done
that before?" I asked.
"No," she said. "My friend Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."
"You don't have to."
"I know." She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my cock
slide past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth. She
swirled her tongue on the underside like she would a
Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back. She
swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more of my
cock this time.
She made it halfway down my shaft before pulling back,
eagerly licking the underside of my shaft and slurping a
bit. She bobbed back and forth, sucking and licking, and
cupped my balls with her small hand.
I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her away.
"Am I doing it wrong?" she asked. I watched a trickle of
saliva dribble from the corner of her mouth.
"You're doing to very right," I said. "I was afraid I'd
orgasm in your mouth."
She smiled. "Would you like that?" she asked devilishly.
I groaned. "Yes," I admitted.
"Then next time I'm going to do it," she said. "I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."
"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."
Her smile was radiant. "I'll do anything for you,
Daddy," she said. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby," I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My kisses traveled to her
neck, then her chest as I couldn't resist sucking her
tits again.
"I taste myself on you," she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand. "Daddy? A lot
of boys say it's a turn on if two girls get together.
Does it turn you on?"
I rose up to look at her. "Yeah," I said after
considering what to say. "Does it turn you on?"
"Daddy!" she said and hit me playfully. She still had my
cock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her lip,
her innocent looking eyes staring into mine. Softly, she
whispered, "yes." I could only smile thinking of the
possibilities that might open up.
I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her
crotch. "I want you now," I told her.
"Okay," she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her. She
lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again. I
pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the air
and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached down to
grasp me again and guided me to her opening.
Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet, and
her excitement had made her inner lips splay out to make
the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push hard to get
my head into her. She was definitely a virgin even if
her cherry was gone. She jumped as the head popped into
her, slipping past the tight ring of her opening.
I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her chest
heaving. She kept looking from my face to her crotch,
watching her father's cock entering her. I was leaning
over her, holding onto her hips. She put her hands on my
arms, holding onto me.
The feel of my cock sliding into her was unreal, like
nothing I could have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17
to a 19 year old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I'd
ever fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with her
inner juices.
I pushed back into her more firmly. "Oh, god," she
whispered. "Oh, oh, oh."
I began to saw back and forth, moving almost three-
fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was getting a
little easier as she relaxed and got into it. I was glad
that she hadn't had her hymen to tear. Her first sex was
almost painless for her.
"Oh, Christ," she grunted, her eyes half closed. "I
can't believe it."
"Oh, Jean," I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands behind
her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet dangled
loosely in the air, her toes curling and uncurling as I
plowed her young pussy. I shoved hard and buried myself
in her. She groaned loudly as I pulled out and fucked
into her deeply again.
"Daddy, Daddy," she began to pant. "It's so good, so
good."
"Yes, baby, it is," I agreed. She was hot, her pussy so
wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her juices
running over my balls. The room was filled with the
smell of sex, of her young pussy and our sweat. I moved
my hands up to grasp her ankles. She cried out when I
brought her foot to my mouth and sucked her toes.
She clamped a hand over her mouth and screamed into it.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock and she began to shake
and quiver. She was cumming again, orgasming around my
cock.
She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her faster
now, bringing my cock out to the brink and plunging
slowly back into her depths. "I can't believe it,' she
said again. She began to massage her own breasts. "I
can't believe I'm fucking my own Daddy."
That sent me over the edge. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, Daddy. Don't pull out."
I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eyes widened as she began to cum again
too. "I feel it, Daddy," she gasped, her body vibrating.
"I feel you shooting sperm inside me." Her pussy pulsed
along the length of my cock as we came together. It felt
like lightning running along my veins, waves of intense
pleasure that radiated from where my cock was spewing
seed inside my daughter.
I squirted at least five good shots into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped her
own against it. I cradled her small body in my arms,
feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy continued
to try to milk my cock.
I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked my
own daughter! But by the looks of it, she had enjoyed
it. She smiled up at me as she fought to catch her
breath. "Did you like it, Daddy?" she asked.
I groaned. "I've never had anything better," I told her
honestly. I knew I was ruined for the rest of my life.
"Was it okay for you?"
"Daddy!" she giggled. "Of course it was. I love you so
much, Daddy."
"I love you too, Jean," I replied.
"I mean, I love, you," she said, emphasizing the word. I
knew what she meant, and for a moment it frightened me.
Then I realized how silly that fear was when I felt the
same way.
"Oh, god, Jean," I said. "I love you that way too."
I felt my cock twitch inside her. I was starting to
soften, but slowly. "What are we going to do?" she
asked.
"What do you want to do?"
She smiled. "I want to make love again," she said. "I
want to be your girlfriend."
"Would you be okay with that?" I asked. "I mean, your
mother..."
"I know you love her too," Jean said. "It's okay. Daddy,
I think you're the perfect man. You're my Daddy. I'm
your daughter. I can't ever be your wife," she paused,
"but we can pretend, right?"
I found myself smiling stupidly. "Yes, we can," I
agreed. "I would love for you to be my girlfriend."
She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered. "I love you forever."
We eventually had to get up without having sex again. It
was amazing my wife hadn't caught us with as much noise
as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I walked
her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow her in,
to get into bed with my daughter, to make sweet love to
her again, but there would be other times.
I kissed her at her door. "I love you, Jean," I told
her, letting her slip out of my arms.
"I love you, too, Daddy," she whispered. She went into
her room and closed her door. I went to the bathroom to
clean up and finally crawled into bed beside my soundly
sleeping wife. And for the rest of the night I dreamed
of Jean, my daughter, my lover.
Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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