0 comments/ 30719 views/ 1 favorites Penitent By: 496 "There," she thought, admiring herself in the mirror. A cross stood out proudly on her chest, executed in black, cloth tape, the arms of the adhesive crucifix covering much of her breasts, the rest extending down her sternum to her belly. She adjusted her Catholic-school skirt, and reached for the makeshift headpiece with which she completed her revealing nun's habit. "You'd better watch out.." she hummed to herself, thinking of the impression her costume would make at the party. Santa Claus and naughty nuns together at last; "..who's naughty or nice.." Arriving just a little too late, she was happy to find the party in full swing. Her eyes adjusted slowly as she walked into a darkened hallway; the hosts weren't in the front room, but a dozen eyes were turned to take her in. As she pushed through knots of people, sometimes bestowing a smile and a nod, a small shiver passed through her gut at the looks her costume was arousing to join the warm excitement from mood, voice and music. "Forgive me," whispered a voice at her right shoulder, rough cloth brushing her uncovered back, "for I have sinned." She turned, looked up; her interlocutor's costume echoed an actual monk's robes almost as hers, mostly rope entwined across and around his torso and upper limbs, holding together a few scraps of burlap. His eyes smiled at her behind the put-on penitence. "My son," she breathed, placing a hand on his shoulder. He sank to his knees, brown eyes never leaving hers. "Let us pray." He bowed his head, but she could see he kept his eyes open, watched as they traced the cruciform outline on her chest, coming to rest on her nub of a belly button, and finally closed. "Sister," he answered, resting a hand on her left hip, "give me your blessing." He opened his eyes and looked up, dragging his gaze slowly up her torso so she could not miss his intent. Her inner warmth swelled like a wave coating the underside of a pier. By now, most of the back room was watching their playacting. It didn't hurt, she knew, that both principals were half-naked. Deliberately, she lifted her right hand to his forehead. "In nomine patris," she intoned, dragging the tips of index and middle finger down her companion's face. His lips twitched as her fingers crossed them. "Et filii," as she placed her fingers on one cheekbone, "et spiritus sancti." She let her hand linger on the side of his face. Noise hesitated. Almost immediately, the party started again, a little more frenetically than before. People swirled around them. Her monk stood, took one arm gently, and asked, "would you come with me?" She let him guide her out of the room and down a hallway. In a few feet the party was behind them, as was most light. Her eyes adjusted again; her companion opened a door in front of her, and she walked in. She felt burlap on her back again, reached back, and got a handful of rope. Pulled. Her friend leaned back, and she pulled herself right into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her softly on the top of her head. Her nervous heat crested again, and she felt the skin on her neck and trunk get warmer. He put his cheek to hers and inhaled sharply, perhaps because she had started scrabbling at sackcloth and hemp trying to loosen the knots that fastened his costume. There! She had one. His breath hissed in her ear as she tugged on the frayed end, exposing his chest to her other hand. There. She saw with some pleasure that his nipple was erect under her caresses. "Oh," he whispered as she fondled it harder, "yes." She snaked her tongue out and licked; he wriggled in reply. She loved how his breathing was now a little irregular. Putting her mouth on his chest, she sucked his little nub in, nibbling and enjoying the way his hands had started light traces up and down her back. Feeling a little wicked, she bit down without warning, quite hard. His protesting gasp was nectar, so she refused to let go, gnawing the nipple as he writhed. Grabbed her and twisted. Up against the door. It clicked shut under their weight, his on hers. She tasted a hint of blood as he leaned down to her ear, and whispered, "I shall have to prescribe penance for that, my child." His shoulder bore her into the door, and she thrilled as she realized he was fastening her right hand to the doorknob. She tried to slip away; too late. The knot was tight. She licked her lips, seeing his other nipple come nearer her head as he tugged her left hand up to the door hinges. Just as he was concentrating on binding, she lunged and caught him in her teeth. He winced, pulled away, and growled as he lashed her left hand in place, pulling her firmly across the door and half-twisting her torso. She gasped at the feeling of the door against her bare back, trapped against the room's one entrance. Uncertainty washed through her, stoking the hot flush on her chest and neck and roiling her stomach. She wondered if he could feel warmth coming off her. "Now," he said, tracing the outlines of the cross on her chest, "now." His fingertips played with the edges below her throat until the tape obediently began to curl up for him. "Oh, please," she quailed as she thought of pulling off bandages, "please be gentle." His answer was to suck her earlobe between his teeth and press on it, lightly. She trembled with band-aid worry multiplied n-fold. Then, he was pulling. The tape didn't want to let go of her skin, and clenched and clawed at every centimeter of her it released. Pain flooded through her skin, pooled under her eyes. She moaned as he ripped free the vertical strip, her stomach heaving as she gasped for breath. The bottom end snapped from her. "Oh!" she whimpered with relief. "Oh!" "Only half-off," he said, "ready or not." She thought of the tender skin on her breasts, her previously somnolent nipples, and tried to curl away, but her hands remained bound. She felt sweat on her back against the door, equal parts fear and excitement, and realized she wanted the tape to hurt. The pain on her sternum and stomach had turned to a limpid, liquid rush of endorphin and excitement. She could use more. He pulled from her right side across. At first, she rode the pain confidently, used to it, knowing it did no real harm. As the ripping line of removal traveled across her chest, though, it started to bite harder. There must be more nerve endings there, she mused in a quiet part of her head, as the rest of her panted limply from the ropes, more here, more. "Ah!" she cried as he ripped the tape across her left nipple and the crest of sensation spiked again, sharply, "Oh!" The sweat was running lightly down the sides of her back now, and her entire trunk glowed. "Ah!" The tape was off. He paused to look at her; she saw his expression change as he apprehended her excitement. His head dipped, and suddenly his tongue was brushing her nipple lightly, soothing its throbbing. "Oh, oh my," she whispered, "oh, my, yes.." He moved his head across and down, tracing the raw, red territory on her front. His tongue's quick, soft movements were doing devilish things to her, driving the pain that still burned lightly on her chest into her abdomen, where it stoked her flames like a mad, sensualist pyromaniac. "Ooh," she squealed very quietly, trailing off as he dipped his head, headed downward, alternating swipes of his tongue with delicate lip-only caresses that shot quick shivers through her stomach. Her hips, she realized as he encircled her navel with his face, were cocked forward, her feet planted wide. She withdrew her pelvis, realizing how nakedly it displayed her lust, only to have reflex betray her with a lascivious thrust forward, at the air. She exhaled loudly. Her monk looked up at her; his eyes met hers. His lips glistened in the dim light from the window, and he knelt before her again, faithfully echoing the scene they'd enacted at the party, at least until he carefully placed one knee on each of her feet, pinning her quite firmly in place. He began, very deliberately, to strip, gaze locked with hers all the while. She devoured the sight of limb, joint and muscle as he revealed more. Panting, she made her hips turn regular, tight circles. With a sly grin, he broke eye contact and grabbed her right ankle, slipped his foot to the inside of hers, and quickly looped a spare rope around his thigh and her lower calf. Almost faster than she could think it through, he had her feet strapped to his legs. "Now, then," he said, admiring each of her hands and feet in turn, "now, then." He straightened up, leaning against her, his hands tracing her sides, down, slowly, her hips, her thighs, all the way down until he held each foot in one hand, gently pushing them against his knees. He leaned his weight to the right, his right, and spread his left knee out as far as he could, taking her foot out with it. Then, less abruptly, he slid the other knee slowly along the floor, spreading his knees and sitting back between his ankles. Her legs were stretched apart and out from the door, towards him. She felt drawn taught, like a bowstring; closing her eyes, she let the concomitant tension drain into her. A light touch on her skirt roused her from the moment. His hands were snaking up her legs, pushing up that schoolgirl skirt, allowing him access to her thighs. She tried to keep herself back, but with a low moan that came unbidden to her throat, her body again betrayed her as her hips thrust themselves forward at his delectable mouth. "Please," she found herself begging, "please don't make me wait like this." His answer was another wicked smile. He brought one hand across her stomach, stretching the elastic of her simple cotton underpants. She heard a jingle, felt him lift the panties away from her, and heard a ripping sound. He was tearing them apart with a housekey, she realized, and she reveled in the stimulation as he stretched the cloth against her and his key's tearing rippled throughout. Her moan was counterpoint to that satisfying sound, and the, with a grunt of accomplishment, he was done. She was naked, but for a teenager's skirt and all-too sensible shoes, and burning for attention, for as yet, he had not touched her directly. "Please, please.." she trailed off. In answer, he twisted her skirt into its own waistband and began to nibble his way up her thighs, moving his lips from one to the other, from the outside to the inside, raking her bottom with his fingernails. His hair brushed her as he moved, tormenting her, teasing her, promising more. Her mouth dangled open now, as she hung against the door, each of his movements eliciting a new groan. It was too much. "How can you be so cruel?" she complained, voice thick with desire. He lifted his head from her thigh. "Your penance is nearly over," he grinned. "Nearly quite." And again she was lost in a forest of light caresses and damp lips, of scampering teeth and impetuous fingernails. And then, she felt him pull her slowly towards him, her body stretched out from the pinions of the door frame and his knees, saw his lips reaching for her, and nearly fainted with anticipation as he paused, breathing out heavily and slowly. Then, finally, she felt his fingers caressing her, opening her up, spreading her wetness over and around her, over, around, and in, opening her gently then backing away. "Oh!" she melted at him. "Oh!" She looked down; his mouth was poised just below the swell of her abdomen, and she felt warm air trickling out of his lips down into the thicket of her hair, where it somehow melted away, deliciously. He opened wider, craned down a bit, and put his lips on her so softly she could just feel them wiggling. He wrapped his free hand around her and drew her taught. Gathering intensity, he began to move his lips faster, sucking at her gently while plying her subtly with his tongue. She closed her eyes, feeling lost in crosscurrents of sensation, when, still pulling her forward against her restraints, a finger slipped slowly through her engorged lips and pushed gradually deeper, coming to rest with knuckles nudging her as he licked, a bit faster now. She wriggled around in his grasp, pushing down on his hand, silently begging for more. Grasping her pelvis more firmly in his arm, his mouth glued to her, he began thrusting. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in time, feeling herself widening for him under his hand and mouth. "Oh!" She was like a slow-moving river now, drenching his hand to the wrist. He paused, inserting another finger. It was heavenly, the way he stretched her slowly open for his hand. "Oh, oh, ah." She felt his ring finger join the other two. Her moaning was a low, long wail. Suddenly, he leaped to his feet and was on her. He mauled her neck, grabbed her under the shoulders, the ropes at his knees lifting her feet up, out, and in towards her. Splayed open and curled up both, she felt him grinding his hips into hers, his penis rubbing roughly where his tongue had played so daintily before. He took much of her weight with a hand at her buttocks, shoving her stickiness against the door. She wanted to shout, but recalled the party at the other end of the hallway. Instead, she hissed intensely, "take me!" He said nothing, but she felt him swell against her, so she dropped her voice as low as she could and demanded again, "take me!" She wanted to grab him herself, but could only try, standing on the ropes at his knees and hanging askew from her hands, to angle at him so he would slide inside. He placed both hands on her ass, grasping each side firmly, and pulled her finally into position. At first, he entered her with the same excruciating slowness with which he'd begun many of his maneuvers; this time, she sunk herself into sensation, welcoming every fraction of an inch as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper, until he was sunk. She felt him press against her a moment, enjoyed being filled. She'd rarely wanted it so, her moans a chorus in sterling pianissimo. She could hear the desire in his intake of breath, and then he began to move. His mouth was buried behind her ear, grunting as he took her, his vocalizations growing less regular and controlled as a frenzy overtook him. She barely noticed it; she was aflame, and his movements were at any moment going to make all the teasing, the pain, the frustration, the anticipation, all of it more than worthwhile. Her body met each of his thrusts with a lascivious parry. She felt she might have engulfed him had she not been tied. And then, she heard him choke off a moan and felt his erection swell impossibly inside her, leaping into her as she realized this last revelation had finished her off. She lost track of the last of his moans as a rushing filled her ears and she contracted uncontrollably around him, biting her tongue, overcome, exhausted, drenched, quiet. Penitent. Penitent "There," she thought, admiring herself in the mirror. A cross stood out proudly on her chest, executed in black, cloth tape, the arms of the adhesive crucifix covering much of her breasts, the rest extending down her sternum to her belly. She adjusted her Catholic-school skirt, and reached for the makeshift headpiece with which she completed her revealing nun's habit. "You'd better watch out.." she hummed to herself, thinking of the impression her costume would make at the party. Santa Claus and naughty nuns together at last; "..who's naughty or nice.." Arriving just a little too late, she was happy to find the party in full swing. Her eyes adjusted slowly as she walked into a darkened hallway; the hosts weren't in the front room, but a dozen eyes were turned to take her in. As she pushed through knots of people, sometimes bestowing a smile and a nod, a small shiver passed through her gut at the looks her costume was arousing to join the warm excitement from mood, voice and music. "Forgive me," whispered a voice at her right shoulder, rough cloth brushing her uncovered back, "for I have sinned." She turned, looked up; her interlocutor's costume echoed an actual monk's robes almost as hers, mostly rope entwined across and around his torso and upper limbs, holding together a few scraps of burlap. His eyes smiled at her behind the put-on penitence. "My son," she breathed, placing a hand on his shoulder. He sank to his knees, brown eyes never leaving hers. "Let us pray." He bowed his head, but she could see he kept his eyes open, watched as they traced the cruciform outline on her chest, coming to rest on her nub of a belly button, and finally closed. "Sister," he answered, resting a hand on her left hip, "give me your blessing." He opened his eyes and looked up, dragging his gaze slowly up her torso so she could not miss his intent. Her inner warmth swelled like a wave coating the underside of a pier. By now, most of the back room was watching their playacting. It didn't hurt, she knew, that both principals were half-naked. Deliberately, she lifted her right hand to his forehead. "In nomine patris," she intoned, dragging the tips of index and middle finger down her companion's face. His lips twitched as her fingers crossed them. "Et filii," as she placed her fingers on one cheekbone, "et spiritus sancti." She let her hand linger on the side of his face. Noise hesitated. Almost immediately, the party started again, a little more frenetically than before. People swirled around them. Her monk stood, took one arm gently, and asked, "would you come with me?" She let him guide her out of the room and down a hallway. In a few feet the party was behind them, as was most light. Her eyes adjusted again; her companion opened a door in front of her, and she walked in. She felt burlap on her back again, reached back, and got a handful of rope. Pulled. Her friend leaned back, and she pulled herself right into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her softly on the top of her head. Her nervous heat crested again, and she felt the skin on her neck and trunk get warmer. He put his cheek to hers and inhaled sharply, perhaps because she had started scrabbling at sackcloth and hemp trying to loosen the knots that fastened his costume. There! She had one. His breath hissed in her ear as she tugged on the frayed end, exposing his chest to her other hand. There. She saw with some pleasure that his nipple was erect under her caresses. "Oh," he whispered as she fondled it harder, "yes." She snaked her tongue out and licked; he wriggled in reply. She loved how his breathing was now a little irregular. Putting her mouth on his chest, she sucked his little nub in, nibbling and enjoying the way his hands had started light traces up and down her back. Feeling a little wicked, she bit down without warning, quite hard. His protesting gasp was nectar, so she refused to let go, gnawing the nipple as he writhed. Grabbed her and twisted. Up against the door. It clicked shut under their weight, his on hers. She tasted a hint of blood as he leaned down to her ear, and whispered, "I shall have to prescribe penance for that, my child." His shoulder bore her into the door, and she thrilled as she realized he was fastening her right hand to the doorknob. She tried to slip away; too late. The knot was tight. She licked her lips, seeing his other nipple come nearer her head as he tugged her left hand up to the door hinges. Just as he was concentrating on binding, she lunged and caught him in her teeth. He winced, pulled away, and growled as he lashed her left hand in place, pulling her firmly across the door and half-twisting her torso. She gasped at the feeling of the door against her bare back, trapped against the room's one entrance. Uncertainty washed through her, stoking the hot flush on her chest and neck and roiling her stomach. She wondered if he could feel warmth coming off her. "Now," he said, tracing the outlines of the cross on her chest, "now." His fingertips played with the edges below her throat until the tape obediently began to curl up for him. "Oh, please," she quailed as she thought of pulling off bandages, "please be gentle." His answer was to suck her earlobe between his teeth and press on it, lightly. She trembled with band-aid worry multiplied n-fold. Then, he was pulling. The tape didn't want to let go of her skin, and clenched and clawed at every centimeter of her it released. Pain flooded through her skin, pooled under her eyes. She moaned as he ripped free the vertical strip, her stomach heaving as she gasped for breath. The bottom end snapped from her. "Oh!" she whimpered with relief. "Oh!" "Only half-off," he said, "ready or not." She thought of the tender skin on her breasts, her previously somnolent nipples, and tried to curl away, but her hands remained bound. She felt sweat on her back against the door, equal parts fear and excitement, and realized she wanted the tape to hurt. The pain on her sternum and stomach had turned to a limpid, liquid rush of endorphin and excitement. She could use more. He pulled from her right side across. At first, she rode the pain confidently, used to it, knowing it did no real harm. As the ripping line of removal traveled across her chest, though, it started to bite harder. There must be more nerve endings there, she mused in a quiet part of her head, as the rest of her panted limply from the ropes, more here, more. "Ah!" she cried as he ripped the tape across her left nipple and the crest of sensation spiked again, sharply, "Oh!" The sweat was running lightly down the sides of her back now, and her entire trunk glowed. "Ah!" The tape was off. He paused to look at her; she saw his expression change as he apprehended her excitement. His head dipped, and suddenly his tongue was brushing her nipple lightly, soothing its throbbing. "Oh, oh my," she whispered, "oh, my, yes.." He moved his head across and down, tracing the raw, red territory on her front. His tongue's quick, soft movements were doing devilish things to her, driving the pain that still burned lightly on her chest into her abdomen, where it stoked her flames like a mad, sensualist pyromaniac. "Ooh," she squealed very quietly, trailing off as he dipped his head, headed downward, alternating swipes of his tongue with delicate lip-only caresses that shot quick shivers through her stomach. Her hips, she realized as he encircled her navel with his face, were cocked forward, her feet planted wide. She withdrew her pelvis, realizing how nakedly it displayed her lust, only to have reflex betray her with a lascivious thrust forward, at the air. She exhaled loudly. Her monk looked up at her; his eyes met hers. His lips glistened in the dim light from the window, and he knelt before her again, faithfully echoing the scene they'd enacted at the party, at least until he carefully placed one knee on each of her feet, pinning her quite firmly in place. He began, very deliberately, to strip, gaze locked with hers all the while. She devoured the sight of limb, joint and muscle as he revealed more. Panting, she made her hips turn regular, tight circles. With a sly grin, he broke eye contact and grabbed her right ankle, slipped his foot to the inside of hers, and quickly looped a spare rope around his thigh and her lower calf. Almost faster than she could think it through, he had her feet strapped to his legs. "Now, then," he said, admiring each of her hands and feet in turn, "now, then." He straightened up, leaning against her, his hands tracing her sides, down, slowly, her hips, her thighs, all the way down until he held each foot in one hand, gently pushing them against his knees. He leaned his weight to the right, his right, and spread his left knee out as far as he could, taking her foot out with it. Then, less abruptly, he slid the other knee slowly along the floor, spreading his knees and sitting back between his ankles. Her legs were stretched apart and out from the door, towards him. She felt drawn taught, like a bowstring; closing her eyes, she let the concomitant tension drain into her. A light touch on her skirt roused her from the moment. His hands were snaking up her legs, pushing up that schoolgirl skirt, allowing him access to her thighs. She tried to keep herself back, but with a low moan that came unbidden to her throat, her body again betrayed her as her hips thrust themselves forward at his delectable mouth. "Please," she found herself begging, "please don't make me wait like this." His answer was another wicked smile. He brought one hand across her stomach, stretching the elastic of her simple cotton underpants. She heard a jingle, felt him lift the panties away from her, and heard a ripping sound. He was tearing them apart with a housekey, she realized, and she reveled in the stimulation as he stretched the cloth against her and his key's tearing rippled throughout. Her moan was counterpoint to that satisfying sound, and the, with a grunt of accomplishment, he was done. She was naked, but for a teenager's skirt and all-too sensible shoes, and burning for attention, for as yet, he had not touched her directly. "Please, please.." she trailed off. In answer, he twisted her skirt into its own waistband and began to nibble his way up her thighs, moving his lips from one to the other, from the outside to the inside, raking her bottom with his fingernails. His hair brushed her as he moved, tormenting her, teasing her, promising more. Her mouth dangled open now, as she hung against the door, each of his movements eliciting a new groan. It was too much. "How can you be so cruel?" she complained, voice thick with desire. He lifted his head from her thigh. "Your penance is nearly over," he grinned. "Nearly quite." And again she was lost in a forest of light caresses and damp lips, of scampering teeth and impetuous fingernails. And then, she felt him pull her slowly towards him, her body stretched out from the pinions of the door frame and his knees, saw his lips reaching for her, and nearly fainted with anticipation as he paused, breathing out heavily and slowly. Then, finally, she felt his fingers caressing her, opening her up, spreading her wetness over and around her, over, around, and in, opening her gently then backing away. "Oh!" she melted at him. "Oh!" She looked down; his mouth was poised just below the swell of her abdomen, and she felt warm air trickling out of his lips down into the thicket of her hair, where it somehow melted away, deliciously. He opened wider, craned down a bit, and put his lips on her so softly she could just feel them wiggling. He wrapped his free hand around her and drew her taught. Gathering intensity, he began to move his lips faster, sucking at her gently while plying her subtly with his tongue. She closed her eyes, feeling lost in crosscurrents of sensation, when, still pulling her forward against her restraints, a finger slipped slowly through her engorged lips and pushed gradually deeper, coming to rest with knuckles nudging her as he licked, a bit faster now. She wriggled around in his grasp, pushing down on his hand, silently begging for more. Grasping her pelvis more firmly in his arm, his mouth glued to her, he began thrusting. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in time, feeling herself widening for him under his hand and mouth. "Oh!" She was like a slow-moving river now, drenching his hand to the wrist. He paused, inserting another finger. It was heavenly, the way he stretched her slowly open for his hand. "Oh, oh, ah." She felt his ring finger join the other two. Her moaning was a low, long wail. Suddenly, he leaped to his feet and was on her. He mauled her neck, grabbed her under the shoulders, the ropes at his knees lifting her feet up, out, and in towards her. Splayed open and curled up both, she felt him grinding his hips into hers, his penis rubbing roughly where his tongue had played so daintily before. He took much of her weight with a hand at her buttocks, shoving her stickiness against the door. She wanted to shout, but recalled the party at the other end of the hallway. Instead, she hissed intensely, "take me!" He said nothing, but she felt him swell against her, so she dropped her voice as low as she could and demanded again, "take me!" She wanted to grab him herself, but could only try, standing on the ropes at his knees and hanging askew from her hands, to angle at him so he would slide inside. He placed both hands on her ass, grasping each side firmly, and pulled her finally into position. At first, he entered her with the same excruciating slowness with which he'd begun many of his maneuvers; this time, she sunk herself into sensation, welcoming every fraction of an inch as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper, until he was sunk. She felt him press against her a moment, enjoyed being filled. She'd rarely wanted it so, her moans a chorus in sterling pianissimo. She could hear the desire in his intake of breath, and then he began to move. His mouth was buried behind her ear, grunting as he took her, his vocalizations growing less regular and controlled as a frenzy overtook him. She barely noticed it; she was aflame, and his movements were at any moment going to make all the teasing, the pain, the frustration, the anticipation, all of it more than worthwhile. Her body met each of his thrusts with a lascivious parry. She felt she might have engulfed him had she not been tied. And then, she heard him choke off a moan and felt his erection swell impossibly inside her, leaping into her as she realized this last revelation had finished her off. She lost track of the last of his moans as a rushing filled her ears and she contracted uncontrollably around him, biting her tongue, overcome, exhausted, drenched, quiet. Penitent. Penitentiary PusssyButtBoy Hi: My name is Bobbie. Would you like me to tell you how I became a Penitentiary Pussy-Butt-Boy? Well, it all started with a robbery gone wrong. I wasn't even in the bank when the guard got shot and I still got almost as much time as the others. So, not long after the trial I was sent to the state's newest Maximum Security Prison. When I arrived I was stripped searched, given prison clothes and sent over to a desk where an inmate clerk was working. He told me what cell to go to and how to get there. At the time I had no idea why he and the other inmate worker were laughing and joking. I just thought it was because of the poorly fitting prison clothes or maybe some joke about my long dark hair. When I got to the assigned cell there was nobody there but the bottom bunk was empty so I put my stuff on it and made it up neatly with the bed-roll I had been given. After a while as I was looking out the surprisingly large, very much shatter-proof window that faced the walkway of the main compound, the cell door clicked open and a moment later my new cell partner walked in. Leroy was a very large and very dark, Negro. He was easily 6'5" and 250 pounds with heavy facial features and large pinkish lips. He was wearing the all-white clothes of a kitchen worker. He grabbed a bag hanging off the end of the bunk and told me he had to get a shower and would be back at lock-in time. After about 90 minutes there was a lot of noise on the tier and over the P.A. system. All the doors on the wing opened and Leroy came back in the cell. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower as he was wearing plastic shower shoes and a robe. The guard went by for count while Leroy was unpacking the bag and putting stuff on the small shelf. After the guard passed Leroy pulled a large jug of homemade wine out of the bag. "Got a little something to help ease ya' first night in this fuckin' place," he said. He put two large cups on the sink and filled them up. He passed one to me and told me, "It ain't the best tasting shit around, but it got a kick to it." I tasted the wine and he was right it didn't taste very good but the alcohol content was obvious. After we finished the wine he pulled a stack of magazines from under his mattress. He handed them to me and said have a look at these. They were dirty mags and mostly seemed to feature older Negro men having sex with young white girls. While I flipped through the very graphic magazines he took a large bottle of lotion from the shelf and set it on the sink/toilet combination that was towards the front of the cell. "If I don't gets this lotion on my legs while they still damp they gonna itch like crazy tomorrow." He explained as he put his foot up on the rim of the toilet. When he leaned down to start rubbing the lotion into his ankle and lower leg the robe he was wearing rode up and I could tell he was naked underneath it. In fact I could see his sack and apparently long penis hanging below his thick leg. I had never seen one that hung down that far before. I turned my head quickly back to the magazine when I saw him look my way, maybe too quickly, and I was sure he could tell where I had been looking. He worked his way to his thigh and applied the lotion slowly there. I eventually noticed that while I could still see his large hanging sack I couldn't see his penis any more. This didn't make sense until he switched legs and put the other foot up on the toilet. When he did his robe fell open and I could see his penis again. Now it was sticking almost straight out and was at least half the length of his thigh and as big around as my wrist. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his robe was open and bent down to rub lotion into his lower leg but this time moving quickly to his right thigh. As he now slowly rubbed the lotion into the dark skin of his thigh his wrist would occasionally brush his semi-stiff thing causing it to wag and wobble. I didn't want to get caught staring, but his thing was so big, I had never ever seen one so large, it looked just like the ones in the magazines, and I had always though those were only so big through trick photography or something. With the effects of the wine really starting to hit me I was quickly losing my sense of discretion and kept sneaking peeks at it. He continued to rub lotion into his thigh and occasionally stroked it down the thick shaft of his thing too. He eventually capped the lotion bottle and stepped closer to me to put it on the shelf. However he didn't remember to tie up his robe so it remained open and his stiff thing was now pointing slightly up and right at me. I couldn't help but see it as it twitched a foot from my face. "See anything you like"? Leroy asked his voice slightly tight. I don't know what came over me, partly the wine's fault I guess, but I responded, "Yes, and the magazines are nice too." This while looking right at his big thing. "You like it, go ahead and play with it", he suggested and took another half step closer. I reached up and stroked it lightly with just my fingertips causing it to throb and jerk upwards. "You ever play with one before?" he asked. "Kind of." And I told him a little about the time Coach Parker got in the shower with me after a swim meet when I was eleven. "Coach ever teach you how to suck it?" Leroy asked. "Yes, a couple of times." I admitted. "Why don't you go 'head and show me what you learned." It was more of an instruction than a question and I put the magazines on the bunk, slid off the chair to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around the thick dark shaft I had been petting while we talked. It was so thick my fingers didn't quite go all the way around. I stroked it slowly a few times then kissed the tip. "Go 'head now, get busy." He told me. I slid my hand almost all the way up the thick ten inch shaft and pulled the foreskin back revealing the plump pink head. I wet my tongue with saliva and applied it to the plump head, licking it around a few times to make sure it was all coated with spit the way Coach Parker had taught me. Then I slid my lips over it. At first I could only get the head into my mouth, but I soon relaxed my lips and jaw and began to slide my lips down the hard shaft of his huge Negro penis. I bobbed my head up and down a few times and took my mouth from it to look at it while I stroked its full length. As I stroked it a bit of thin fluid oozed from the tip. I licked the salty fluid off and took the head back into my mouth and began sliding my lips up and down his big hard thing. He was fully erect now and he placed his hand on the back of my head, pressing my mouth further down his enormous hard dick. "Suck it harder", he grunted and pushed his hips forward forcing almost two thirds of his big Negro dick into my inexperienced mouth. I gagged a bit when the head of his penis tried to enter my throat, but his strong hand kept my mouth in place and his dick buried in my mouth. "Faster." He whispered. "Suck it faster." His hand directed the pace of my mouth on his hard dick and soon my lips were flying rapidly up and down the huge ebony shaft while the pink head popped into and out of my throat with each stroke. I gripped the base of the big black dick with my hand and felt his balls tighten as he placed his other hand on the back of my head. Leroy started pumping his hips in rhythm with my stroking mouth and hand. "MMMMMMMM" he moaned and thrust his hips forward, "God Damn! Suck it! Suck that dick", he commanded. He rose up on his toes trying it seemed to force the remaining few inches of his big penis into my mouth. His hips jerked and the huge ebony penis twitched in my mouth. A wet heat began filling my sucking mouth. With so much hard cock in my mouth there was nowhere for the thick goo to go and it poured out of my mouth all over his hard thing, down my stroking hand and onto his big tight balls. The flood of salty goo just kept pouring into my mouth running down making his penis slippery and sticky at the same time. "Damnnnn, take the cum, take it." He groaned. "Oh, fuck yeah. Suck that cum." He moaned as his Negro dick twitched a few more times then slid wetly from my mouth. "Damn, Coach taught you good. You damn sure can suck a dick." Leroy told me as he caught his breath after the full orgasm he just had. "You a messy 'muther fucker though." He stated, looking down at his sticky, gooey a dick and balls. "You just gonna have to lick it all clean." He instructed and put his left foot up on the lower bunk. His cock and balls hung freely in front of me as I knelt before him. "Go on. Lick up the mess you made. Lick all that cum off my balls." He demanded. I leaned forward and slowly began to lick the man-goo from his hairy balls. "You gonna have to lick 'em harder than that to get the cum off of 'em." He told me. I placed my hand behind his heavy dark sack to hold it still while I did as I was told. I licked his balls with my entire tongue wetting and cleaning them. After I had cleaned the white goo from his balls I began to clean his flaccid but still large penis. I licked the shaft with long slow wet licks again and again until I couldn't taste his salty stuff on it any more, then I cleaned up the head, licking and sucking it until it was nice and clean. By the time I finished cleaning all the goo from his cock and balls he was getting partially stiff again. He stepped away from me and went to the cell door looking out the gap in the steel door towards the front of the long prison tier. When he turned back around I started to stand up and got a massive head rush. I was so dizzy I dropped straight back to my knees. "What's wrong? The wine hitting you that hard?" he asked. "I guess so." "Ease up on the bunk and lay down." He guided me. I started to get up on the bunk and was hit by another rush at least as strong as the first. I turned to lay on my back but Leroy told me. "Na' don't lay like that, roll over on your belly and the room won't go spinning on you." The small cell had seemed to want to start to spin so I tried it and he was right the spinning stopped. "Thas' right just stretch out and relax, you'll be better in a few minutes. " He was still naked and his big thing was at least halfway hard again as he sat on the edge of the bunk and began to rub my back and shoulders. "Just relax, you fight that wine it's only gonna get worse." I tried to relax and started feeling really woozy. I could't believe how strong that homemade wine was. After a few minutes I must have passed out, tough I seemed to remember Leroy rubbing my arms, wrists, legs and ankles. When I woke back up a few minutes later I looked up to see Leroy standing by the bunk rubbing oil up and down the shaft of his fully erect penis. I tried to roll onto my side to ask him what he was doing that for but it seemed that while I was out my arms and legs had gotten tangled up in the sheets of the bunk. Leroy saw me moving and said, "You jus' lie still now, If you fight it, it just gonna hurt more." That's when I realized I wasn't tangled up I was tied up. I also quickly discovered that my shorts and underwear were gone and I was on the prison bunk naked! Leroy rubbed more oil onto his huge Negro penis and then climbed onto the narrow bunk behind me. "You gonna be Daddy's girl tonight." He told me as he lowered his weight on top of me and pressed his enormous dick between the cheeks of my naked butt. Even Coach Parker had never done that. "You feel that big dick between them fine white cheeks?" he asked. "Wait. What are you doing?" I asked helplessly. He lifted his weight off of me a bit and slipped one hand between us, taking his rock hard dick and rubbing its oily head around and around until he found my tight pink hinny-hole. He pressed it against my opening and started to push forward. "NO! Leory don't!" I begged as I realized he meant to push his giant dick into my hole. "It's to big." I protested. "It'll never fit." I tried to explain. "Oh, it gonna fit." He grumbled as he pressed harder. "You taking all this dick tonight!" The huge pink head was stretching my hole open and with the oil lubricating it the massive dick was pushing past my clenched sphincter. Leroy pressed down again, this time even harder and the big head popped into my butt. "NOOOOOOOOO!" I wailed. "IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE IT HURTS! I screamed. My wails only spurred him on and he pushed half of his huge hard Negro cock into me with a powerful thrust. "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE! ITS TOOOO BIG! YOUR DICK IS TOO BIG!" "That's right, Daddy like to hear his girl scream." He whispered in my ear as he hunched on top of me and pressed even more hard dick into my aching hole. "GOD IT HURTS IN MY BUTT, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! I moaned through the pain of the massive black penis splitting my white bottom apart." PLEASE STOP!" Leroy eased up and withdrew his dick from my hole, and for just a moment I thought it was over. Then he drove the gigantic dick right back into me, burying its full length inside my butt, driving it into me until his hips pressed my body to the thin mattress of the prison bunk. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", I wailed again as the pain of his huge penis penetrating my body rippled through my entire core. "PLEASE, IT HURTS!" He pulled his hard ebony dick halfway out and drove it in again. "Beg for that dick, Bitch." He ordered. "Beg for it or I just going to fuck you harder." He warned. I didn't know what to do. How could I beg for something that hurt so much. "Beg Bitch!" he demanded again after a full deep stroke of his hard cock into my aching ass. "Say: 'Fuck me Daddy.'" Being tied up and much smaller than the huge black man that was raping me I thought my only hope was to play along, so I said quietly, "Fuck me, Daddy." Louder, Bitch. Say it like you said "No", whore!" he ordered as he continued to ram his massive hard cock into my ass with increasing pace. "Fuck me, Daddy" I said in a more or less normal voice. He seemed to like it and slowed the pace of his strokes for a moment. "Say, 'Make me, Daddy'", he now whispered into my ear. "Make me, Daddy." "Louder, bitch", he demanded and pushed his cock into me to the hilt. "MAKE ME, DADDY." I screamed as the big Negro dick hit the bottom of my insides, sending a shiver up my spine. "Again!" "MAKE ME, DADDY!" I moaned loudly as the massive ebony cock filled and stretched my pink hole. Leroy settled into a solid pace, running his big Negro dick in and out of my now oil slicked hole. The tight ring of my butt-hole felt every bump and ridge of his massive penis as he slid it in and out of me again and again. He pumped away at my hole for at least ten minutes, ramming it all the way in and pulling it almost all the way back out. A few times it did pop out and he would stop for a second, reach down between us, find my hole again and ram all of his massive ebony dick right back into me. Slowly he picked up the pace of his humping, driving his cock into me faster and faster. Leroy was fucking me good and hard by the time he said, "Say, 'Cum Daddy." "CUM, DADDY!" I wailed loudly. "CUM IN ME, DADDY!" I added without prompting. The thought of his massive cock spewing man-goo into my butt like it had in my mouth suddenly excited me and I begged again, "CUM IN ME, DADDY! FUCK YOUR CUM IN ME!" I begged and realized I meant it! His huge dick still hurt, but I started to pump my hips back to him in time with his powerful thrusts. I wanted his cum! I desperately wanted the heat to pour from his black cock into my hole. "FUCK ME, DADDY. FUCK ME!" I screamed louder than I had protested the first painful penetration of his massive member. "PLEASE, FUCK ME, DADDY! MAKE ME TAKE IT, MAKE ME TAKE IT ALL!" I moaned as I writhed on the prison bunk beneath him. "Yeah, Bitch, I knew you wanted this dick." Leroy said as he slipped his arms under me to come up and grab my shoulders from below. He pulled me towards the bottom end of the bunk and drove his cock into my tight hole again and again. "Yes, Daddy, Fuck me!" I pleaded, "Fuck me good." "Yeah. I knew you was gonna like this big dick." He grunted in my ear. "You gonna be a fine girl for your Daddy." "God yes!" I moaned as I squirmed beneath him, meeting every powerful thrust of his massive penis with my pumping hips, God, how I wanted him to cum. FUCK MEEEEEE! FUCK ME, DADDY! His Negro cock was huge inside me, twitching as he began to cum deep inside my butt hole. "Do me Daddy, do me naughty. Please, make me be your naughty girl." "FUCK YES!" Leroy groaned as his big black balls tightened, his dick twitched, and he began to pump cum into me. "Take it you cum loving whore, take Daddy's nut." He pounded me hard and fast with his thick hard dick until his balls were empty and his penis grew soft and slid from my oily cum filled butt. "CUM, DADDY. CUM IN ME, FUCK YOUR CUM IN ME!", I begged as he pumped his man-goo deep into my pale hinny. Leroy got off of me and sat on the edge of the bunk. He began rubbing my bare bottom with his big rough hand. "That was some damn good ass. I can't wait to fuck it again." "Are you going to do it again? I asked, half afraid he would say yes and half hoping he would. His huge Negro penis had certainly hurt but somehow it felt good to be his girl for a few minutes and I realized I wanted to be this black man's girl all the time! "Naw, that's about all the steam I got for tonight. He told me. "We aint gonna have any problems when I takes them ties of, are we? "No." I promised and added, "Daddy." As my new Big-Dick Prison Daddy untied me from the bunk he instructed to shave my legs and underarms the next day, and pretty much everything else. He wanted me hairless except for my long thick brown hair. The next day Leroy went out to work and reminded me of what I had to do that day. He also said he would have a nice surprise for me if I did as I was told. So I...