1 comments/ 14149 views/ 0 favorites Comforted! By: catchercradle I was upset, it doesn't really matter what about but I was very upset. That meant Dave. Not for sex, though he did have a nice body. You know how there are some people you only think of as friends. Dave was like that and he was a great listener despite having to do it all day when he was at work as a psychiatric nurse. I phoned him, hoping he wasn't doing a late shift. He wasn't and just as importantly wasn't working the next day. An hour later he was holding me as I sobbed. It was then that the thunderstorm started, though I hardly noticed at first. I had told Dave what it was all about and he had said the right things, held me like a dad or brother and my tears had started to ease up a bit. I hadn't realised how long I had been talking for. It was gone midnight. I would have to get a taxi. "Why don't you sleep in the spare room?" He asked. Looking at the rain which was so heavy a deep breath could have led to drowning I agreed. "I can lend you a T-shirt if you want something to wear." Again I accepted. I always sleep naked but the shirt would do for walking around to the loo etc. I was answering Dave with nods and one word answers. I guess after four ours of talking I was talked out. I accepted the offer of using the shower and when I came out there was a large mug of hot chocolate waiting for me. Dave then used the bathroom himself and emerged soon afterwards wearing a towel around his midriff. I was a bit surprised at how muscular he was. He didn't tend to wear clothes that showed his body to best advantage. I guess he had been doing circus skills classes for sixteen years and that was bound to produce some muscles. Half an hour later, Dave hugged me and kissed me on the forehead before bidding me goodnight. I briefly wondered as I made my way to my room for the night what effect my nipples against his bare chest with just his t-shirt between had had on him. The next thought I had was that I must be feeling better to be even thinking that! I lay for some time just watching the lightning, something I had always enjoyed as a child. I don't know how long I lay there, naked on top of the bed but I must have dozed off for a bit because I was woken by an almighty bang and when I opened my eyes the tree fifty yards down the garden was ablaze, having been struck by the lightning. At the same time, every car alarm in the street and for all I knew many streets around was sounding. Suddenly I didn't want to be alone. I walked through to the room where I imagined Dave must also be awake. I didn't put the light on and it wasn't till I had entered his room that I realised I hadn't put on the shirt he lent me. I made my way quietly to the side of the double bed where he lay under a single sheet in the humid summer heat. "Can I sleep with you?" I asked. "Of course." He answered and rolled over to make room for me. I slipped in and realised he also slept naked. Strange, I had him down as either a briefs or boxers man. Had I not been exhausted I think I would have seduced him then. As it was I snuggled up close and finally slept through the rest of the storm. When I awoke to the sun on my face I was aware of Dave's arm around my waist. His slow breathing indicated he was still asleep but I was aware of his early morning woody. I moved his hand to my left tit. Not so much because I was thinking of sex but just because it felt comforting. It was some minutes later that Dave awoke. He moved his hand, probably a little embarrassed. I moved it back and he took the hint and started to gently squeeze. I felt my nipples hardening and lower down the bed something else was getting harder. At the same time I could feel my juices starting to flow. I noticed a speeding up of his breathing, and my own for that matter. We didn't speak but Dave gently rolled me onto my back and started kissing me. He started with my forehead and made his way down covering every part of my face and neck before moving further south. My pussy was desperate for attention now but Dave ignored it, spending a long time on my small firm breasts before covering every square inch of my flat belly. He bypassed my pleasure centre and moved down to my feet and gave my legs the same treatment before he eventually started kissing my vaginal lips. I lifted my hips up to meet him and he started to feast on my juices which were flowing freely by now. His tongues swirled around before pushing deep inside me. I have never had a tongue that far inside me before. Then he took my clitoris between his lips and started to suck and nibble on it while brushing it gently with his tongue. I started to thrust my hips up into his face and my breathing became more ragged as my cunt muscles started to spasm with one of the best orgasms I have ever had. He didn't stop but kept exploring my dripping pussy with his tongue, lips and now he added his fingers which pushed deep inside me. He must have sensed that I was getting close. (Not hard as I had started to thrust my hips up again. Dave moved back up the bed, taking my nipples between his lips on the way before moving up to kiss my lips, pushing his tongue between them as he did so. I tasted myself on him and that just made me even hornier. I took hold of his cock and guided it into my waiting hole which was more than ready. He was bigger than I was used to, especially after not getting any for over a year. I was so ready though that once he was all the way in I came after only four or five thrusts. He gasped a little as my muscles contracted so tightly on him and he stopped thrusting but just stayed deep within me, feeling my orgasm. We rolled over, still joined as one to let me go on top. I straddled Dave as he took my breasts in his hands as I rode him. Not in a frenzy but with long slow strokes, savouring the feel of his dick in my fanny. I don't know how long it was but when I felt myself getting close again I reached down for my clitoris and Dave started to thrust up against me and get deeper still inside me. Suddenly we were both cumming. It was amazing! Dave took his hands from my tits and held me tight, his hands around the base of my spine pulling me onto him as far as was possible as jet after jet of his hot cum painted my insides. "God I've missed that!" I said. The first words either of us had spoken since I got into Dave's bed. "Me too!" He answered with a smile. My vagina was still twitching in the last throes of its orgasm and while his penis might have shrivelled back to it's normal size, he was still inside me and I wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible. We talked a bit about why both us had been for so long without getting any and then about anything and everything, though the talk would keep returning to sex and when after a while I started squeezing him with my well used by now muscles he rose to the occasion without ever leaving me. One more bout was all all I could manage though as I started to get sore after that. I knew however that it would be far from the last time we made love and that I was going to do a lot more talking! Comforting a Friend My lady Jenn is a gorgeous, sexy and sensual creature. Living with her has been like living out my favourite dreams. She is about five foot six, with a gorgeous long mane of reddish brown hair. And she has a killer figure. She complains her breasts are too small, the result of the media and too many women opting for some reason for implants. I don't think so. She has a perfect little butt which she thinks is too big. She is a 35-24-35 on a slim frame. Her legs could qualify her as a stocking model. Jenn brought another of my fantasies to reality recently and unexpectedly. Her friend, Niki is as beautiful and sexy as my lady. She has often flirted with me but neither of us pursued it because of Jenn. But Niki has left me pretty horny a few times after some flirtations. Niki is five foot eight, long-haired blonde with a dancer's figure. Her legs are just as lovely as Jenn's, maybe even longer. She thinks they are her best feature and she shows them off with high heels, sheer black nylons and short skirts. She knows I think her legs are killer and that I love the look of sheer black stockings, which she often wears. She teases me on whether she is wearing stockings or pantyhose, sometimes telling me I will never know and sometimes she flashes me so that I do learn which she opted for on that evening. Sometimes she does this with Jenn still watching and laughing at my enjoyable embarrassment. Once she told Jenn the next time she's out of town overnight she'd drop by to make sure I don't get lonely. I was half hoped she wasn't kidding. Niki is tied to her job, in luxury auto sales. She's successful and makes good money. But her life hasn't been perfect. Her boyfriend was a jerk and I always wondered how she ended up with him although I guess he is good looking in the bad-boy way but I never really thought much of the guy. Niki showed up one night in tears. She was still in her work clothes, a black suit with a short skirt which showed off her long legs, a silk blouse and high heels. She'd learned the jerk was getting it on with another woman. We both attended to our friend. Jenn with tissues and a shoulder; me with white wine and some words about how she could do a lot better. Niki held our hands and cried for a while. Somewhere during the evening, Jenn's comforting touches and caresses of her friend seemed to get more sensual. At first I thought it was just my mind at work. But at one point I noticed her hand had gone from Niki's shoulder and arm to her knee and then thigh and was creeping under the hem of that short skirt. They began to kiss more frequently and these kisses seemed to be getting sexier, steamy not just affectionate pecks on the cheek. Now my lady was, it seemed, definitely exploring her friend's mouth with her tongue and her hand was now pushing Niki's short skirt even higher. But there were no signs that Niki was thinking things had gone too far. Her hand was also caressing and stroking Jenn in return and at one point she was briefly cupping Jenn's breast during a kiss. It was almost midnight when Niki said she had better go. Jenn told her she couldn't drive both because she was too upset. Niki didn't argue. I was about to offer to drive but Jenn said Niki would stay here the night. Jenn said I wouldn't mind a night on the couch and Niki could enjoy the comfort of the bed since she was "so uptight she needed a good night's sleep." With Jenn getting ever more sexy with Niki in comforting her hot, unhappy but responsive friend, I thought my lady might have had her own agenda on the go. Niki and Jenn retired. I set up on the couch. I had some thoughts about what was to take place in the bedroom to keep me warm. I was sure my hot and beautiful partner would tell me of the experience later. I grabbed the remote and settled in to watch trash t.v. and nodded off. When I awoke, Niki in front of me. With very little on! I blinked. Yeah, it was Niki, not Jenn. She was wearing a very see through little number of Jenn's. It was sheer, covering her body from her shoulders right down to her shapely ankles, hiding nothing. I didn't want to stare but Niki looked like a vision from a magazine. She was completely nude under the transparent negligee. Her breasts were ripe and full and her nipples were hard. I tried to keep my eyes up but I couldn't resist a quick glance down below her waist. She had a lovely pussy. I was surprised to see it was clean-shaven, which added to the turn on. I began to get hard . She held out her hand and I took it. "There's no reason why you should be out here," she whispered. "It's a big bed," said Niki. I tossed the sheet aside and stood up. She looked at me and smiled. "You won't need those," she said pointing to my briefs, which held my growing cock. She stepped close to me, so close I felt her breasts against my chest. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and pushed them down. I was now naked and sporting a full erection, which Niki certainly couldn't miss. She put her hand out and gave my cock a brief caress. "I'm glad you find me attractive, Mark," she said. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "I find each of you very attractive. In honesty I've had fantasies about both of you." .My lover was nude on the bed, with her eyes closed. the corner of one silk sheet partly covered her pussy. Her breasts were exposed and she had a impish smile on her beautiful face. "You always found Niki to be pretty hot didn't you, Mark. I bet her body doesn't disappoint you does it." "No, you and Niki both are goddesses." She opened her eyes patted the bed for me to lie down beside her. I tossed the sheet aside. I crawled onto the bed and gave her a sensual kiss. She reached for my cock. "I guess Niki told you that you didn't have to be modest tonight," she said in a throaty, erotic voice. I don't mind if you two don't," I said. Niki crawled in right next to us. I felt her soft hands first on my neck and back, then her hand was between my legs cupping my balls. Jenn broke the kiss with me and reached for her friend, bringing her lips down to her. Jenn pushed Niki over onto her back. Her hand went first to her cheek then stroked down from her lips, down her neck and across her breasts, very, very slowly, appreciatively. Her fingers lingered over the nipples before continuing down along Niki's slim stomach, stopping when she reached her friend's clean-shaven pussy. "Niki, why don't we take this off?" she said of the filmy gown. Niki sighed her agreement. Jenn peeled the silky gown up over her girl friend's shapely body. "Niki you are so beautiful. Your skin is so soft. And your breasts. You know Mark gets so horny whenever you come over to visit. It'll be worse now that he's seen you and your sexy shaved cunt." My girl friend then put her hand down between Niki's legs and began to caress her. "She is so lovely, don't you think, Mark? So do-able," she said. "Niki, may I taste you?" she asked. My lover then shifted her body so her mouth was making magic on Niki's beautiful pussy. It didn't take long before Niki was responding to Jenn's attentions. "Jenny, I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman. I fantasized about it being with you. You are my best friend and you are also the only one I get wet over. "Niki, I should tell you Mark wasn't the only one who wanted to put their hands under your sexy short skirts," Jenn replied. "So why didn't you?" I reached over to enjoy those lovely breasts I had fantasized about. "You know Niki it's true that I've wanted to feel and taste your great tits for a long time." "Yes, I wanted you to as well but I didn't want you to stop there." "Mark, did you notice she shaves her pussy. I think it's very sexy! It tastes delicious," Jenn said, lifting her face from between Niki's legs. "I think Niki'd like to taste your cock, Mark. Do you mind?" That was a question my love knew the answer to. "Honey if it's okay with you it is more than okay with me." "Niki, I'd like to see you take his cock in your mouth." I think when Jenn said she wanted to watch when Niki sucked me, it was more than she expected. I was surprised at the way Jenn was orchestrating the performance. Jenn smiled, leaned forward and kissed her flat stomach. Niki, after being assured, twisted over to take my iron hard cock between her lips. God I was close to coming but I didn't want this to be over. Not yet so I held off. I very much wanted to have my cock in Niki's shaven pussy before this night was over. Still, the sensation of her full lips around my erection was driving me insane. I felt her tongue run along my shaft. Her sensuous mouth next encircled me. Then her lips crept up along my length until she had me entirely inside her velvety mouth. It was a delicious sensation. It was better when one of the two ladies began to caress my balls. When a mouth replaced the talented fingers, I knew it had to be Jenn. Now I had two sexy, beautiful women with their mouths working on my sex. I looked at Jenn who smiled a Cheshire cat smile to me. "Niki, I think it's Jenn's turn . ," Jenn grabbed Niki's blonde hair pulling her away. "Okay sexy, now do me," she said. "I've waited too long to have you tasting my cunt," my lady said. And from the stunned look on Mark's face you are as good as he'd hoped you'd be. "I've been waiting too long to do just that," she said, spreading her legs wide apart and touching herself before my sexy lady's eyes. Jenn took a position on the bed and Niki shifted down to between her legs. "You're delicious," she said. "I never thought I'd like to go down on another woman this much, Jenn, but with you I really do. "Mark she's really wet right now. I think she likes it as much as you did." I put my mouth to work on Jenn's succulent nipples while her hand played with my chest, neck and arms. Jenn also gave me a running commentary on what her sexy hot friend was doing to her. In a breathless voice she told me how Niki was nibbling her clit, then putting one, then two fingers inside her. "Oh Baby, I love what you're doing to me," Jenn cried out, arching her back. "Niki put your tongue right inside me." At this point Jenn was bucking on the bed like she was in a rodeo. Her ministrations on my cock took me so very close to exploding. I didn't want to end like that, with so many other opportunities. I took her hand away and moved my rampant organ to her lips. She took it in and sucked me hotly. I exploded finally in her throat about the same time she completed her own orgasm, from Niki's lips, tongue and fingers. Niki then came up to Jenn and deep kissed her, tasting my come in my lady's mouth. I moved so I could alternatively administer to both women's lovely dripping pussies. This quickly resulted in my cock getting hard again and I came again. This time inside Niki's hot, wet pussy. Niki of course spent the night. The next morning. She said she had loved the evening. She added now she was free she hoped we would find time for her. Both Jenn and I agree we'll make more time for our sexy friend and lover. Comforting A Killer Micheal Scott McKinley sat on his bunk absently reading a seven year old wrinkled and dusty copy of a dated National Geographic from the prison library. An article about a failed attempt by several mountaineers to scale Mount Everest had vaguely caught his eye. Being an adrenaline junkie his whole life, McKinley had sill not gotten use to the stale, monotonous existence of day after day being behind the shadowy iron bars that held him captive. The article detailed several men's ultimate grasp for freedom, to climb the world's highest peak and to stand above all creation and look down on everyone and everything. Micheal smiled a little as he read seeing that the mission failed and one of the climbers had died in the process. "That's what they get," Mckinley thought to himself. Stuck in his current position, he often took solace in the failure of others considering he knew he'd never get the opportunity to climb to those heights. The small pleasures in life was what Micheal Mckinley had to look forward too, that and simple survival. One of his chronic personality traits ever since childhood had always been needing a new rush. As he sought out greater and greater thrills, once he reached his teenage years and his hormones and outward influences both began taking their toll, those urges began to become more violent and harmful. At the same time, the gradual almost tepid influences of pot gave way to the more demanding and financially constraining grip of crack and methamphetamine, thus a criminal was born. The years from 16 to 20 had really been but a blur really for Micheal. One memory though that would always be engrained there was of the cool October night on quiet country sideroad on the outskirts of Memphis where Mckinley stood over the deceased body of one of the dealers he frequented. A pool of warm blood covered his workboots as he held the lightweight, smoking Saturday Night Special tightly in his right hand, trying to think of what to do next as the vibrations of firing it sizzled through his body. The rising tide of addiction in his body had led to a series of poor decisions, the worst of which was leaving a clear trail of bloody finger and shoe prints all over the scene of the murder. Micheal, to this day couldn't remember why he killed the man, whether it was a "business' decision or just a passionate acting out of rage because of some perceived indiscretion. Two days after the killing he had been arrested sleeping on a friend's sofa and after a short wait for a trail, Micheal Scott Mckinley was convicted by 12 men and women, then sentenced to life in prison without the possibility for parole. "Should've got the chair," he thought to himself as he continued to read about the Everest article. "At least there would be a light at the end of the tunnel". The old lyrics of a Neil Young song that he frequently listened to growing up plaid in his head,"It's better to burn out than to fade away... " * * * * * Nineteen year old Emily Harding was raised in a strict Southern Baptist home where life was relatively simple. Live by the code laid out by the Bible and the respect the discipline handed down by your elders. Although her sheltered existence had developed a young lady that was well versed in religious doctrine and as pure as the driven snow, Emily sorely lacked some of the experiences necessary for a girl to develop into a well rounded adult. Even though she was on the cusp of adulthood, in many was she still was like a naive preteen when it came to matters of understanding that there are other forces at work in the world than the love of family and God. After finishing her high school education at a prep school in Nashville, Emily had been quickly accepted on academic scholarship to Tennessee Baptist College. The atmosphere and opportunity for social growth at college wasn't markedly different than what she had endured at prep school. Although she was on the verge of completing her freshman year, many of the things she had secretly hoped to happen while away at school still had not transpired. She had looked forward to the expectation that college offers to gain experience dealing with a variety of different cultures, ideas and personalities. Unfortunately, the choice of the "Bible" college had severely limited the types of people she would be sharing a campus with. Somewhere deep within her gut, Emily knew that there was another word outside of her limited lifelong landscape, but at 19 she still was safely away from it. Another thing she secretly hoped to explore was her burgeoning sexual needs. Although she couldn't put many of those tinglings and desires into words, something equally as deep within her was telling her every hour of every day that she was missing out on something vital to her inevitable happiness with life. As the spring semester wound down, Emily was left with several options to contemplate for using her summer vacation as an opportunity for personal growth. After having spent the summer vacations during prep school as a bible school teacher and helping out on her parent's farm when she could, Emily sincerely hoped to get nothing more than a part time job for some spending money and the rest of the time could be spent relaxing and soaking up the sunny Tennessee summer. Although her parents were pushing her to look into some missionary work abroad, Emily resisted the temptation to help out in a few of her churches South American outposts, aching to spend the summer trying to find herself. One such opportunity to develop a few skills dealing with people she had never encountered previously was presented to her by one of her college professors, Dr. Glendon P. Lowell. Dr. Lowell had been a civil rights lawyer and activist in the 60's but once the opportunities to capitalize on oppression in the South became more subtle and complicated, he decided to funnel his energies into teaching the next generations the value of fairness, equality and justice in society. Emily had greatly enjoyed her class with Dr. Lowell on Constitutional Law during her Freshman year and loved his stories of the good ol' days. One of the side projects the 58 year old professor had taken on in recent years was a small personal campaign to help inmates in Tennessee who believed they were falsely imprisoned, a free and empathic voice to lobby on their behalf. To those who freely and honestly admitted their guilt and wanted to repent, Dr. Lowell was also there to provide the voice of God and a caring hand of love in their life. Occasionally in his classes, Dr. Lowell would bring up these episodes to his students and Emily for one was sickened at first, thinking how those "animals" would even be worth saving. Still, the teachings of forgiveness and her lifelong experiences with faith had brought her around to seeing the small joy and necessity that Dr. Lowell's program offered. With the Spring semester winding down and still without any concrete plans for the Summer, when Dr. Lowell made a passing reference about possible using a few student aides with the program over the break one day in class, Emily's curiosity was slightly tweaked. Later that day, Ms. Harding found herself standing nervously outside the locked office door belonging to Glendon Lowell, fidgeting with the Bic pen in her hand. As the butterflies fluttered in her stomach, she slowly reached her right hand up and put her signature on the first line of the sign up sheet for the summer endeavor. As incentive, Dr. Lowell was offering three internship credits as well for working in the 8 week prison program. Looking up at the sheet, empty with the exception of her name, Emily immediately felt as if she had done the wrong thing by signing up. Momentarily she contemplated x-ing it out, but since erasable pins were things of the past and her name was clearly obvious on the top line, she figured plenty of other students would gladly join in the opportunity to gain three credits for basically 8 hours of work. Her backup plan was to defer to them. Walking away from Dr. Lowell's office, the thoughts of what in fact she might see inside the walls of a prison circled frighteningly in her head as she contemplated what she had signed up to do. Making her way down the hall to the student parking lot in her apprehensive daydream, Emily was startled back to reality as her for the lack of a better word boyfriend, Alvin Dantzler stopped her to talk. "Why haven't you called?" he asked in a hurt tone. "I really don't feel like it Alvy, " Emily sighed, "I've had a really long day. " Alvin tried to stop her but she forcefully walked right on by on the way back out to her car. What she didn't want to talk about was what had transpired between the two, 3 nights earlier in his dormroom. * * * * * The two teenagers had slowly and methodically been building up to that night for quite a while. Alvin Dwayne Dantzler wasn't exactly Emily's idea of the man that would take her on that special night where she gave up her chastity. Although she had promised her parents and made the declaration before the entire church that she would wait until her wedding night to lose her virginity, she had also made a promise to herself not to get married until she had finished school and that was more than three years off. Even though Alvin wasn't the most suave and accomplished man either, he was still a virgin as well, one thing that he was most certainly was persistent. Over the course of their freshman years, Alvin and Emily had met, become friends and eased into that age old mating dance of love without actually diving headlong into it. As the semester wound down, each of their libidos had wound up to high and as nature had taken its course, they found themselves alone in Alvin's dorm kissing each other with definite intentions for more. Alvin's hands seemed more explorative than ever and Emily seemed to allow him more leeway than she had ever previously. Slowly and tentatively, almost as if he was petting a strange animal for the first time, Alvin worked his hands up over Emily's bare thighs and moved them closer to the heat source he could feel radiating from above. Emily had her eyes clenched shut as she felt Alvin make his move. She almost felt as if she was a spectator, watching the scene unfold inside her head, inside her self imposed darkness. She wanted to just get "it' over with and get on with her life and when Alvin clumsily raised up and pressed his weight on top of her, Emil sensed the time was near. Fumbling with the fly on his jeans, finally Alvin was able to free his straining cock from his pants. Emily could feel the warm fleshy spear as it smacked up against the inside of her alabaster thigh but as good as the warmth felt, something inside her head kept saying over and over, "This ain't right... this just ain't right. " As Alvin placed his cold sweaty hands onto Emily's shoulders, trying to secure his balance, the young virgin suddenly felt an incredible nausea fill her stomach. She opened her eyes to look up at a horny but unmistakably frightened Alvin above her, almost looking as if he was searching out a users manual to consummate the relationship. Sadly, there wasn't one. Although she desperately wanted to lose her virginity, and wanted to do it with someone who was as wholesome and "special" as Alvin, the instinctual non secular voice inside Emily's loins begged to be taken and used correctly. Losing her virginity would not be easy and a desperate part of the young girl needing someone who knew what they were doing rather than sloppy hoping to get it right. Before she even realized she was doing it, Emily had lifted up, pushing the shell-shocked Alvin off of her and as she gather her sweater and purse she ran from his dormroom crying, leaving the young boy on the couch, his still ready cock obscenely dangling freely. Emily knew it was her fault, all her signals had told Alvin that she was ready but when push came to shove, her body simply wouldn't let her, it acted as if Alvin didn't have the right key to start her engine. For the next few days, Emily had avoided him, unsure of how to explain her dilemma without devastating him. As she rushed past him 3 days later after signing Dr. Lowell's prison program sheet, Emily Harding found herself more confused than ever about her future, her cravings and most importantly, about herself. * * * * * Upon arriving at school the next morning, Emily trudged her way into the computer lab to check her e-mails. There were a few from Alvin, begging her to talk to him and one also from Dr. Lowell. Emily feared what that one was about and hesitantly clicked it one to see what her professor had to say. Dear Emily, Got your name her on the sign up sheet for the Summer internship with me. If you could, swing by my office today to discuss. Thanks and have a nice day, Dr. G. Lowell About 3 that afternoon, Emily finally mustered enough courage to go see him. "Ahhh.. come on in Emily, I've been waiting," Dr. Lowell implored the young girl, waving his hand from behind his large cluttered desk. "Is.. this about.... the sign up sheet?" Emily mumbled nervously while ringing her hands together. "Why yes it is," the older man quickly answered. "I have to admit I was a little surprised to see anyone's name on the sheet, I've had semesters in the past where no one even considered helping out.. and I also have to admit I was surprised a little that you were the one to sign up this time. It isn't exactly a glamorous way to get 3 credits during the Summer. " Emily smiled weakly back at him, feeling a little jolt of pride that her courage had been recognized but still scared to death of the proposition of what she had gotten herself into. "What do.... do you mean.. the one to sign up this time? No one else did?" Emily asked unsure if that was what her elder professor meant. He lifted up the sign up sheet, and sure enough, her signature was the only one gracing the front of the otherwise blank piece of paper. "You're it," he smiled proudly. Emily was left speechless, her back up plan was also out the window. She had long been taught not to go back on her promises, no matter how small, and that her word was her bond, but as she tried in vain to come up with a way to squirm out of her signed commitment, she was left with these frail words as they fell numbly out of her mouth. "Well Dr. Lowell.... I had to have something to do this Summer... and the 3 credits were kind of.. well.. they certainly would help... " "Its done then," Glendon Lowell howled, slapping his desk in admiration of the girl's courage. "Don't worry Emily, I'll be there with you every step of the way through this. You are one brave woman and I think the men were are going to be helping will be only bettered seeing you show your heartfelt compassion and courage to help them. " * * * * * Lying about the specifics of what her Summer internship with Dr. Lowell would entail was one of the biggest lies Emily had ever told her parents. She knew that if she told them the truth, their reaction would be an immediate cease and desist order, so in lieu of that, Emily fabricated a believble and utterly plausable story about helping inner city kids in Memphis one day each week during her Summer holiday. The story would account for her long car trips across the state as well as provide a good alibi when the envitable stress of the visits to the Tennessee maximum security lockup began taking their toll emotionally on her. Emily could simply say she was feeling a hole in her heart for the kids she was seeing every Wednesday. * * * * * The first trip down state had been stressful from its outset. Dr. Lowell had decided to drive his beat up 15 year old jeep to Memphis rather than his newer car because his wife didn't want him running up miles on it and she also rather liked the way the Cadillac looked carrying her around town on her daily errands than she did in the rickety jeep. Cramped into tight quarters made the one and a half hour drive uncomfortable and that feeling of claustrophobia was only heightened by the fact that a steady rain fell during the entire trip down I-40. To make matters worse, the roof of the old warhorse also leaked slightly around the seams and by the time they pulled into the prison's large parking lot, both passengers looked as if they had each taken a shower with their clothes on. As they sat in the lot, Emily took a series of long deep breaths in anticipation of going inside. Dr. Lowell warned her, as she sat there preparing herself, that there were going to be things she'd see and hear about inside those heavy concrete walls in front of them that she would never be prepared to understand. It would literally be like walking into another world and another culture where a different set of rules than she had ever experienced governed the running of the lives inside. Looking straight ahead at the prison walls as Dr. Lowell continued his warnings, the butterflies inside Emily's belly grew larger and more rambunctious. By the time Emily was ready to go and she and her professor had gathered their bags and briefcases to go inside through the myriad of guardposts and checkpoints, her clothes were now soaked completely through, highlighting the vague outline of her Reubenesque frame through her long blue and white Sunday dress. While thankfully Dr. Lowell and Emily weren't made to promenade through the main corridor between the assorted cellblocks, Emily could still feel the weight of the leering stares from the various prisoners who did supervised spot duty as janitors and gofers throughout the prison's hallways. Dr. Lowell had told Emily to simply keep her gaze and focus directly in front of her and to try as best as she could to block out the craving glances from the men as she walked by. Coming from such a sheltered background, Emily had never had to deal with men looking at her like that, licking their lips as if she was nothing more than a piece of freshly served up steak, waiting to be devoured as soon as the guards turned their back. One step at a time, Emily continued walking beside Dr. Lowell, who had long since become use to the gauntlet she was walking for the first time. Although the prisoners made her greatly uncomfortable, the intense and unsettling stares she got from the prison guards made her rather nervous as well. Finally, the professor and Emily reached the end of the long white linoleum hallway and were let into a small conference room where Dr. Lowell and his Freshman protégé would meet with the 4 inmates that had signed up to talk to the good doctor. For some reason, Emily had expected the inmates to be secluded behind a glass and they would talk to each other via telephone-like devices that she saw on television shows occasionally. But as she walked into the room and looked around the small room, the 4 men in denim shirts and faded prison issue jeans were sitting freely in chairs in a semi circle at the back of the room, being watched guardedly by their keepers. * * * * * In all honesty, the whole experience of her first trip downstate was nothing more than a blur. As she sat down in the still wet jeep seat and waited for Dr. Lowell to get in on his side and begin the long trip home, she was thankful to get out of the imposing facility surrounding her. Although all four inmates seemed amiable and repentant for their sins, Emily still couldn't escape just how intense and probing the looks from the inmates had been at her. Although she tried her best not to make direct eye contact with any of them, she couldn't help but occasionally engage them in small bursts of recognition and internally, her body trembled from the intentions she was reading in their stoic gazes. Comforting A Killer As the jeep left the parking lot and headed back onto the interstate, Emily tried concentrating on the beautiful Tennessee landscape and try to figure out what she was going to tell her parents about her first trip to Memphis to help the "kids". "One trip down and seven to go," Emily told herself as she thought with a twinge of optimism about how those 3 credits would help her immensely in the long run. "I'm proud of you,", Dr. Lowell said, out of nowhere. Lifting his right hand over the gearshift and down onto the still wet material of Emily's cotton dress, he proceeded to squeeze the young girl for a few fleeting moments directly on her flinching thigh. It felt to Emily that either it was just a gesture of praise for a job well done, but at the same time it also felt as if the good doctor squeezed just a little too hard, for just a little too long. Almost as quickly as he had made the gesture, he lifted his grip from Emily's leg and returned it io the large black knob of the gearshift in the floorboard, pushing the old box of bolts home. Emily held her breath for a few long moments, watching Dr. Lowell's hand out of the corner of her eye, before letting out a long sigh as she saw him return his focus back out to the highway in front of him. The second visit the next week had gone a little better and then the third mixed with the fourth and the fifth visit until Emily really thought she had the Summer project by the proverbial tail. The four inmates they had originally started with had whittled their way down to just one, Micheal Scott Mckinley. * * * * * Micheal had at the time served 5 years of his life sentence and the numbing routine of prison life's daily pattern had inexorably become engrained into his psyche. Having survived the worst of his prison hazing and successfully working his way into a protective jailhouse clique, Micheal had nothing really left to accomplish but rolling over the calendar in his cell at the end of every expired month. The prison clique that he had gravitated towards had happened to be the same one that sought out redemption through religion and forgiveness, the same one that Dr. Lowell worked closely with on his projects. Micheal had been a frequent churchgoer during his early youth, but as his interest matured and his respect for authority waned, he had seriously lost touch with his spiritual side. The opportunities that the prison's missionary program had set forth however had given him something to look forward to and live another day for behind the walls he was sentenced to stay until he went out feet first. On top of the fact that he wanted to seek out forgiveness and have a little faith in his life, Micheal Mckinley was also attracted by the prison rumors about the perks that went with joining Dr. Lowell's Summer programs. * * * * * At about 8 am on what was to be the sixth trip downstate for Emily, her phone rang waking her up. She immediately looked over at her alarm clock and realized that both her parents had already left for work. As the phone continued to ring, Emily reached over and grabbed the receiver to answer it. "Hi Emily, its Dr. Lowell.... I don't think I'm going to be able to make it today. Do you think that you could do the trip yourself?" "I.. ahhh.. wha... make it myself?" Emily hesitantly asked, still trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes. "Sure you can," Lowell said assuredly. "My wife has some tests today at the hospital and she's probably going to be a little unstable from the sedative for the rest of the day. " "I don't know Doctor... ," Emily tried retreating from the offer. "I think we are down to just one man, Micheal McKinly I believe.. I know he looks forward to seeing us every Wednesday Emily, you know these visits mean more to them than they do to us.... "Lowell said capitalizing on the soft spot inside Emily Harding's heart. "I guess... I guess.. I can, is there anything special I need to do, the guards will still let me in without you?" she asked. "I think they know you by now, just take your Bible and your ears, that's all you'll need," Lowell added in his most sincere voice. "Give me a call later tonight when you get back and give me an update.. OK... you'll do just fine,"he added. "Alright Doctor,"Emily sighed slightly as she laid the phone back down. Emily fell back against the mattress below and laid there motionless for several moments contemplating what the day would now hold. * * * * * Two hours later, Emily was headed west on I-40 in her white Ford Taurus towards the prison where she had spent every Wednesday for the past month and a half. Being one of the warmer days in early June, Emily had decided to wear the same flowing summery light blue and white dress that hung three quarters of the way down the leg. She thought thankfully that this time the dress wouldn't be soaked through the way it was after the deluge of rain during the first trip. Watching the now familiar landmarks whiz by at 65 mph, Emily looked out over the sunbathed Tennessee skyline and felt a little better about the prospects for the day. Finally at 8 minutes before noon, Emily wheeled her car into the parking lot and proceeded to grab her Bible and small bag full of supplies and checked herself in through the security checkpoints. After walking the gauntlet of the prison's hallways, which still gave her shivers, Emily was guided into the small familiar conference room where Micheal Mckinley was waiting patiently. As she looked at Micheal sitting there smiling at her, his light brown hair freshly washed and combed to the side, her looked genuinely surprised that Emily was alone. "Where's Dr. L.?" The 6 foot 4 wiry inmate asked. "He couldn't make it... something in his family came up," Emily answered as she sat her stuff down on the table in front of Micheal. Even though her trust was growing, Emily still shot an occasional nervous glance to the door where the guard was stationed to monitor the dialogue, just to make sure she was safe. As she looked over her shoulder before sitting down, sure enough, the face of 24 year old prison officer Randolph Miles was intently staring back. Comforted for the time being, Emily quickly returned her focus back to her pupil and asked if there was anything particular on his mind. Emily opened her Bible to begin the session by reading a few verses of scripture. Leering at her openly as she read from the good book, Micheal let his eyes roam over the heavy swells of Emily's breasts inside the loose fitting summer dress and the way her chest heaved every time she took in a deep breath as she continued reading. Micheal softly recited the verses he recognized with Emily as she had her eyes glued onto the scripture in front of her. She had no idea he was sizing her up so brazenly as she continued to read God's word. Losing herself in reading the Bible had always been a big relaxation tool for the 19 year old girl and this was no different. When she finally looked up to take a sip of water, Micheal innocently smiled back at her, "Your reading was angelic," he said. Looking at the small clock on the wall, Emily realized that she had already passed 35 minutes of the one hour meeting by simply reading to the inmate. As she flipped the pages in her Bible to continue reading, suddenly Micheal interrupted. Emily raised her reading glasses up to her forehead to see what he wanted to say. "What is it Micheal?" "I just remembered.. the project you asked me to work on a few weeks back, the list of things that I still want to accomplish in the next year. I had some free time the other day and put together a few things.. do you want to hear them?" Micheal asked with almost childlike emotion. Emily broke into a little smile of her own as a few tingles of pride welled up inside of her, knowing that the male convict actually took the time to work on something she had asked him to do. "I'd love to hear them Micheal," She answered softly. Subconsciously, Emily's thighs pressed together slightly as she shifted in her seat to listen to the inmates list of things he wanted to accomplish. Micheal pushed away from the table slightly, enough so that he could fold one leg over the other. He pulled a small folded piece of notebook paper out of the breast pocket of his state issued shirt and deliberately began unfolding it to read it for Emily. Emily patiently watched the prisoner shuffle the list in his lap. Once he got it unfolded, he lifted it up closer to his face to begin reading it. For a moment however, Emily's eyes remained focused on Micheal's crotch after he uncovered it with the paper. After a short momentary glance at the inmate's lap, Emily's eyes immediately fell to the floor like an anchor was attached to them. Through the prisoner's tight faded denim jeans, the insecure nervous schoolgirl could momentarily see a tube-like bulge well up along the inside of his thigh. With her blood pressure suddenly increased, the pounding of the blood flow in her ears prevented Emily from hearing the first few things on Micheal's list as he began reciting it. With her eyes still locked onto the dirty linoleum floor, Emily Harding tried her best to compose herself. As her attention to what Micheal was actually saying began to slowly return, she could hear his deep almost monotone voice echo around the small enclosed room. He seemed to be talking about seeing the Grand Canyon, spending nights on the beach in Hawaii and spending a real Christmas at home with his friends and family. Watching Emily's reaction as he continued to read, Micheal stopped without warning as soon as Emily's gaze lifted from the floor and hesitantly tried meeting his weighty stare. "Is... is.. the anything else.... Mich... Micheal?" Emily asked, wondering if the inmate was done with his list. Micheal just sat there for a moment with the list opened in his hand, watching the young girl as if he was measuring her up. Finally, he asked the question that had been on the tip of his tongue since Emily had walked in alone nearly 40 minutes earlier. "Just how bad are you interested in really helping us in here Emily?" Emily sat there frozen, trying to process his question. "I.. I... I have always been interested in helping people.... you know... trying to... steer them right.. " "Really," Micheal coyly answered, smiling at the young girl while internally licking his chops. "There are a lot of things on this list that know that I'll never get a chance to do. I mean a life sentence in Tennessee is just that.. a life sentence! No paroles around here! I'll ask you again Emily, just how bad do you really want to help?" The college freshman sat there motionless and speechless. Instinctively, her legs pressed together even tighter forcing her bare fleshy thighs to collide visibly underneath her white and blue flowing summery dress. "What do you mean?" Emily weakly asked, finally mustering the courage to answer the inmate in front of her. "Five years in this place is more than you pretty little head could ever imagine Emily. If you really want to.... help.... me, I'll show you how. " Micheal said calmly. As the harsh reality of what the prisoner was suggesting began to slowly sink in to Emily's consciousness, Micheal eased his left hand into his lap, not to cover himself, but rather to delicately begin stroking and massaging his erection through the rough fabric of his denim pants. With his right hand Micheal reached for Emily as he sensed her preparing to make a break for the door. With tears beginning to well up inside her eyes, Emily shot a desperate glance over her right shoulder, expecting to see the guard posted outside make a break inside to help her out. For reasons unknown to Emily however no one was present outside the door monitoring the events inside the conference room. * * * * * Posted by the door was to be 24 year old prison officer Randolph Miles, but unbeknownst to Emily and everyone else but a few select people inside the prison, he had a secret and a debt to repay Micheal S. McKinley, prisoner#278-0098900. One night back in the coldness of January when Miles was still a fresh face on watch duty, he had come down with the stomach flu and a biting head cold. When he decided that he just couldn't take another minute on watch, he took a day's worth of sick leave to go home and crawl into bed a few hours early to get some sleep and try and beat the bug. Upon returning home that night, as he rolled slowly into his driveway at 2 in the morning, home 4 hours earlier than expected, the sight of one of his friend's pickup truck parked in his normal spot caught more than Randolph's attention. As he silently approached the house he could see the only light on in his house coming from his and his wife's upstairs bedroom. The flu bug had totally dissipated from Miles' body for the next few hours. He went back to his truck and rolled it to a start before taking it down the road and parking it off the main road. He then walked back to his house through the brush surrounding their land and waited patiently for his friend and his wife to make some sort of move. Sure enough as 5:30 clicked on his watch, his wife of 3 years and his friend of a lot longer emerged onto the porch and kissed for several moments before Randolph's friend took his leave. Miles' wife even blew the son of a bitch a kiss as he walked back to his pickup. Randolph watched as the truck started up and sped up his driveway, leaving his own wife to go back upstairs and clean up before she expected him back from work. On cue and on time, Randolph Miles rolled his truck into the driveway at 7 minutes after 6 in the morning and went into the house and acted as if nothing had happened. He showed no outward signs that he had discovered any of his wife's indiscretions, even up to the day where he got in touch with the man that an inmate at the prison had told him about that could take care of the situation neatly and efficiently. That inmate's name was Micheal S. Mckinely and now was the time to repay the debt. Randolph Miles looked forward to a successful life working with the Tennessee penal system and now since he was a recent widow, the tax break and the insurance money made him willing to do almost anything for the helpful inmate. The simple price to be paid was just to coincidentally go to take a trip to the vending machine.... on the other side of the prison during the final 30 minutes of Mckinley's scheduled visit with Emily Harding. * * * * * "I know you probably can't even begin to understand what I'm going through.. what we all go through locked up in her," Micheal said calmly, staring directly at Emily who sat there trembling slightly before him. I haven't had any relief from a pretty girl.. Hell.... since I can remember, I've tried my best to be good since I got locked up in here and I couldn't be more serious about being repentant in the eyes of the Lord.... but that same Lord gave a man urges.. and ever since the first time I saw you a few weeks ago Emily.... I have had those.... urges. " Micheal lamented. The nineteen year old college freshman felt as if her legs had gone numb and that her spine had suddenly turned to jelly. She simply couldn't move. Micheal's insinuations were quite clear and all Emily could momentarily think about were the frequent late nights in bed, when she was unable to sleep, where she would think obsessively about the men that she had encountered during her weekly Wednesday trips with Dr. Lowell. While the walk down the gauntlet of stares was harrowing during the day when it was happening for real, alone in the safety and seclusion of her dark bedroom at night, it had caused Emily Harding many hours of sleeplessness dealing with her own secret God given urges. The nineteen year old would consciously try and visualize what the inmates and guards she encountered during her visits there were doing in their bunks and beds at those dark late night moments that she was fighting off her own temptations. Were they thinking of her, she would frequently ask herself. The feel of Micheal's rock solid warm grip on her trembling forearm jolted Emily back to the reality of what was actually getting ready to happen to her. "Do you understand Emily?" he asked once again, as he began moving closer to the inexperienced woman seated before him. Although she couldn't even pretend to be able to put it into words, somehow she did understand what was about to happen to both of them. Emily had only known the touch of a limited few men in her life. Other than the occasional hug from her Father or the few failed attempts at a romantic embrace, Alvin Dantzler being the latest, thus the feel of a warm vicelike grip and the virile, masculine energy that went with it scrambled any rational thoughts she might have tried to make of what was happening to her. Positioning himself directly above the seated girl, Micheal deftly eased his left hand to the snap of his jeans, while simultaneously he brought Emily's arm closer with his right. Unzipping his fly, Micheal slipped his battle worn fingers inside his trousers and fished out his aching blood-filled rod. He looked down at Emily beneath him and a breath of lurid anticipation swept through his body when he saw the look in her eyes. A glow of shocked amazement and confusion had spread across the 19 year old's tender, wholesome face. Emily's eyes seemed to twinkle with a mixture of arousal and fear as Micheal's throbbing mass of male potency pulsed no more than a foot away from her face. It was the first exposed and aroused penis she had ever seen clearly in her life. Weeks earlier when Alvin was trying to de-flower her, Emily felt his half erect cock brush up against her thigh in his failed attempt to mount her. What Emily was staring at now was a completely different animal. Micheal's cock had a sheer look of power to it, like a device without a conscience, existing only to seek out pleasure and it was aiming directly at her. With her hand in his, Micheal gently placed Emily's fingers right over his crotch. Tentatively, Emily pulled back slightly for a moment before Micheal squeezed her hand tighter, then looked her directly into the eyes with his cold gaze. The young girl seemed to freeze under the weight of his stare until after a long dreadful moment of internal recognition that on some deep and unchartered level she knew that this was what she wanted. Emily then voluntarily bobbed her head up and down, signaling her sexual surrender. Emily could feel the imminent heat glow off of Micheal's crotch on her opened palm as he guided her hand closer to his aroused equipment. As he pressed Emily's hand over his jutting prick, he continued pulling her towards him until the girl's fingertips were buried in the course density of his dark pubic hairs. Micheal then held her hand directly over his crotch for a couple for seconds before deliberately closing his fist around hers, forcing the missionary student to close her soft tender hand around the inmate's aching manhood. A series of low guttural moans escaped both participants. Micheal proceeded to work his wrist up and down forcing Emily's hand to follow suit in massaging his cock. As the two built a slow jerky rhythm, Micheal's knees shook slightly feeling the young girl's soft, unsure hand begin to feel more comfortable touching him between the legs. "All right.. ," he sighed down to the nervous teenager. Finally, Micheal let go of Emily's hand to see what would happen and sure enough, his plan had worked. Raising his arms slightly, the aroused convict allowed the naive virgin to jack him off all by herself. To steady himself, Micheal then slid his hands onto Emily's head and placed his fingertips into her dark long brown hair, rubbing her scalp lovingly as she plaid with his erection. Comforting A Killer Gradually pulling Emily's face towards is crotch, he urged down insistently to the young girl, " Come on... suck my cock, young lady. I can see it written all over your face, you want to suck my dick don't you?" With each torturous moment that passed, the distance between Emily's face and the head of Micheal's veiny, pulsating erection only narrowed as he continued slowly pulling her closer to him. With her reading glasses still obscenely perched on top of her sweaty forehead, Micheal's cock finally collided with Emily's freckled, pale cheek with a fleshy smack. Micheal proceeded to thrust his hips suggestively while he held Emily in place. As he rotated his hips to get a better thrusting angle, he lowered his right hand and took the base of his cock in his fingers and held her securely with his other hand. Once he had steadied himself and found his target, he shoved his vibrating meat right through the slightly opened mouth of the 19 year old virgin seated beneath him. He wasted no time pressing inch after inch of his girth into the heaving mouth of Darrel and Louise Harding's only daughter. For the first time since his unfortunate incarceration, Micheal was getting his dick sucked by a woman. And in this case it was a beautiful,if not naive and inexperienced 19 year old church missionary sent to help him get closer to the things pure and holy in life. Micheal's eyes fluttered back in his head as he felt the young girl's tongue nervously brush against his meaty erection. He pushed as much of his tool into her warm, drooling mouth as he could while at the same time thinking of how obscenely good it would look and feel to just let his balls empty right then and there. He direly wanted to fill Emily's belly full of his rich stored up white seed and look down on her haughtily as he forced her to lick off the remnants of his ejaculation from his shiny spit shined pecker. He thought of how marvelous it would be to see his thick cum all over her pink, pouty lips and small white facial features. Still, Micheal had a plan and he was determined to stick to it. After he finished with her he reasoned, he would have many more opportunities to use the girl for any variety of perverted uses he could come up with later down the road. Reaching down once again, Micheal took hold of his ivory spear and slowly pulled it free from Emily's straining mouth, allowing her to finally breath out of her mouth once again. His cock was indeed saturated and shiny under the fluorescent lights of the conference room, coated with the young girl's frothy saliva. Emily's eyes seemed locked and transfixed on the moist erection still bobbing in front of her. As the invigorated inmate quickly worked his pants down off his waist, all the way to his ankles, he took a short step backwards and sat down in the folding chair behind him. With his cock now curving upwards, directly at the ceiling above, Micheal pulled Emily out of her seat and guided her over to him. Taking the hem of her long flowing dress in his hands, Micheal began balling the material up slowly and deliberately in his fist, exposing Emily's bare legs a little at a time. With a fist full of fabric, Micheal eased Emily's dress up all the way to her knees. pressing the ball of cotton fabric against her bare legs with his left hand, the inmate used his right hand to slowly explore what was between the missionary's slightly parted legs. Micheal could feel the tender flesh of Emily's thighs tremble against his probing touch until finally his finger mashed against the warm gooey wetness that was Emily's drenched cotton panties covering her seeping pussy. "Ohhhhh.. ahhhhhh," the young girl gurgled as Micheal's rough touch explored her previously untouched regions. Micheal stoically continued his examination, confidently swiveling his fingers against the front of Emily's soaked undergarment. Letting his fingers crawl across the front of her panties, he probed and prodded, seeking out the entrance to the special place he would soon be drilling his cock in and out of. As his fingers explored Emily's cunt, he let two of them slip up underneath the elastic band along the side of her crotch. As soon as his fingers were underneath her panties, rubbing her hairy snatch directly, his digits were immediately encased in the syrupy pungent results of his powerful seduction. With his other hand still supporting her from behind, Micheal held her in his grip tightly, savoring the feeling of her trembling like the nervous, naive schoolgirl she actually was. Micheal opened his hand that was buried inside Emily's uncharted vaginal crease and took a handful of her panties and delicately began pulling them down her legs. Letting her dress fall free with his left, Micheal guided his other hand underneath Emily's dress as well. With both hands now firmly entrenched over Emily's privates, the convict proceeded to pull her soaked panties all the way down, past her knees and finally into a rolled up white heap around the young girl's ankles. With her panties now on the floor and her pussy completely bare underneath her dress, Micheal elevated Emily up into the air long enough to allow her to drape herself across the rigid wiry thighs, supporting her full weight against the eager rock solid frame of the man she was allowing to strip her of her virginity. Sliding back in his seat slightly, Micheal guided his twitching cock towards its target. As it eased its way up between the young student's chubby thighs, Emily nervously let her body rise up ever so slightly allowing Micheal enough room to slid is manhood home. As his thick, expanding cockhead grazed up against Emily's unpenetrated vaginal opening, he nuzzled his mouth against her ear and whispered to her. "You're a virgin aren't you?" he asked, wholeheartedly knowing the answer. Emily gave no visible response as she continued to shudder on top of him, nearly fainting as he continued to tease her tight pink labia. "So you mean to tell me you are going to let a common criminal.... a convicted felon.... take your cherry... right here between these prison walls while you ride him like a common whore.... huh?" he continued to mock her in barely audible tones waiting for just the right moment to jab his spear home. Cruelly dragging his meaty cockhead across the exposed pouty lips of Emily's teenage pussy, she let out a yelp and shook her head as if to say "yes" to his brutally honest question. The prisoner's raw physical power combined with his subtle mental control made Emily feel like unsculpted clay in Micheal's arms. She had willingly given up control of her mind and the use of her body in allowing him to take the thing that she had held most dear to her. She was freely going to allow him to take her virginal purity right there behind those prison's walls. "OOOUUUUHHHHH," Emily groaned, mashing her teeth together from the intenseness of Micheal splitting her open with a series of slow brutal upward thrusts. Under the proper conditions, Micheal would have dearly loved to simply keep his cock buried deep inside the young girl until she became accustomed to its size and intent before he cruelly began his primal pounding. Given the circumstances however, with the present environment and time constraints, Micheal knew he only had a few fleeting moments to lay his seed in her womb. If he plaid his cards right he reasoned, there would be plenty of other opportunities in the following weeks and possibly months to use Emily in any way he desired, but for now it was strictly serious business. Countless times during her years after puberty, Emil would lay in bed for hours thinking how it would feel when her will finally succumb to temptation and she allowed a man take away her purity. As she clenched her eyes shut and allowed the sensations of Micheal's burning, grinding violation of her womb to fill her senses, she never knew having such a thing drilling in and out of her sex could effect her whole body and mind in such a glorious, if not painful manner. As she shivered and convulsed on top of Micheal, held firmly by her wide hips in his tight embrace, the eager criminal calmy and efficiently continued piercing her sex with one brutal thrust after another. Holding her rapidly shaking weight on top of his lap, Micheal could feel his balls were ready to explode at anytime. He knew from his past experiences with young girls that Emily probably didn't know her body well enough to herself archive an orgasm and to his dismay he knew he didn't have the time to slowly walk her through the complicated process of achieving that special release for the very first time. He did however make a note in his head to at a later date make up for it in quite a number of exotic and perhaps sadistic ways. Once again, he nuzzled his mouth against Emily's ear so that his mustache was tickling the nape of her pale neck and simply told her what he was going to do. "DAAAMMMNNNNN," he gasped as he prepared to cum. "Do you want me to cum Emily.. do you want it.. because my dick's getting ready to shoot right up your tight virgin pussy and when it smacks against the back of your womb and all that hot sticky shit starts swirling around.. you're finally going to know what it feels like to be a woman. Do you want it.. huh.. do you want it? You're going to be just like that Rachel chick who got knocked up last year aren't you?" Just then his bloated, super heated balls finally emptied and a weeks woth of stored up semen shot like a long sticky series of torpedoes out of Micheal's fleshy cannon and resonated deep within Emily's gripping and squeezing pussy. For just a brief moment, Emily's mind fixated on three words that Micheal had uttered when he was cruelly whispering his intentions in her ear.. "That Rachel chick" were his exact words she thought. As Emily's mind raced, trying to keep up with her body's freefall frenzy, the brief glimpse of a senior at the college she attended named Rachel Vest who had mysteriously dropped out of school back in the fall of Emily's freshman year. Rachel had been on schedule to graduate with honors before something happened causing her family to take her out of school. It was very hush hush around the campus but the rumor was that she had gotten pregnant somehow. Putting two and two together, it also struck Emily that Rachel had also been in one of the classes she had shared with Dr. Lowell during that semester as well. All the crazed connections inside Emily's head were suddenly put to a halt when she felt Micheal's body tense and immediately following that, the thick potent load of his ejaculate shoot like cannon fire inside the walls of her previously virgin sheath. Emily grinded her heavy ass up and down, instinctively milking the convict's throbbing prick as wad after sticky wad emptied into her. Letting his cum flow freely into Emily, Micheal looked over Emily's heaving shoulders, up to the door of the conference room to see a sly almost boyish smile on Randolph Miles's face. Seeing that the guard had returned to his post, Mckinely realized that this initial rendezvous was all but over. Slowly he pushed Emily away, letting his half deflated cock spill free from her tight grip and quickly bent down to dress himself for his trip back to his cell. He said little to the withering mass of confused female emotion that was Emily Harding. She had just been deflowered and suddenly the real world had sadistically reentered her reality. Buckling his pants, Micheal slyly said, "See ya next week Emily.. maybe next time the good doctor will let me bring a few of my friends. " As he exited, he allowed Miles to place the shackles around his wrists as per procedure. They shared a knowing glance of a debt well paid as Miles led the murderer back to his cell. One of the items that Mckinely had placed on his initial list of things to do in his life that he was reading to Emily before things got out of control was that one day he would want to try and become a Father. Little did Emily know that her favorite professor, Dr. Glendon Lowell had been instrumental in that desire for McKinely and others just like him for a good many years, and now she was merely just the next girl in line to father a child to men who would otherwise not have that opportunity. Even though an abortion was certainly an option, the types of girls that Lowell recruited from the Bible college would certainly think twice before ending a life. So when no call from Emily was forthcoming later that night to update him on the course of her trip down state, Dr. Lowell knew another sick twisted success story for his little goodwill program to the incarcerated was probably embedded in the womb of another unsuspecting holier than thou schoolgirl. As for Emily, after slowly dressing herself and gathering the few things she had brought in with her, she realized that Micheal had kept her panties as a trophy so to speak for his conquest. Without taking the time to harp on it, Emily trudged back out of the small conference room where the ways of the world had made a cruel and lasting impression on her and slowly then she tried her best to leave. Exiting the gauntlet, without any panties on and feeling the traces of Micheal's cum swimming inside of her kept the hapless schoolgirl from making any eye contact whatsoever with anyone as she exited the facility. As she walked through the main gate and headed for her car, Emily asked herself the same question that Micheal had asked on his way out of the room. "Will you be here next week?" Emily Harding realized for some strange reason she couldn't quite bring herself to say "No" to that simple question.