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Conjugal

By: jwebster0527



Continuation to The Vault



I walked into the Jergenson Correctional Facility and sat, waiting for the officer to call on me and buzz me through the door. I looked like I was up to no good in a shin-length rain coat, the look on my face could probably give me away for what I was about to do. Thank God it was raining that day, or I'd be really suspicious looking in this get up.

"Collins, I'm ready for you," the officer called to me. I stood up, careful to pull my coat down in the back. I approached the officer, thinking the most dirty of things as the words, "I'm ready for you" played into my head, but in John's velvety voice. I was so ready for this visit; I've been replaying our scene in the vault over and over for the last month. I was so beyond sexually frustrated, I couldn't wait to finish what John and I began; if only we had five more minutes that day. On his first phone call to me when he was settled into the prison, I promised John I would hold off on relieving myself. Besides, what my own pleasuring could accomplish could no where near quench the raging fire in my groin; I needed him to extinguish it.

I stepped into the visitation room, where the office informed me, "You have half hour," and locked the door behind him.

John was sitting on a metal cot that was fastened to the wall. His face was scruffy, almost dangerous looking, unlike the man I'd befriended. Still, he was incredibly delicious. My insides reacted, a tingling wildfire burned in my pink lace panties under my coat.

He gave me a sexy grin and stood, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from one of the pockets of the ugly green prison jumpsuit before shedding it. He stood before me in a pair white jail boxer short with JCF inked around the waistband. My eyes wandered downward to John's groin. He was at full attention and the head was playing peek-a-boo from the slit of the boxers. "I made friends with one of the CO's," he told me, holding the cuffs up with an intense hunger in his eyes.

Fortunately for John, I had already saved him half the time and had been scantily clad underneath my raincoat, donning just my panties. The friction of the material against my nipples caused them to harden, to the point they were sore. He took me by my right wrist and ushered me to the cot and cuffed me to the chain holding it into the wall. I felt like I was the one who was a prisoner behind these bars. He grabbed my face and fervently kissed me as he untied the belt around my waist and let it drop to the floor. John's tongue was relentless as his kisses continued down my chin to my neck. I knelt on the cot and he rested one foot on the side of me, his other foot planted firmly on the cold cement floor. I took him in my hand and slowly caressed up and down the shaft, teasing his scrotum with the tip of my tongue. I ran it up his shaft ad circled around the tip as I pumped with my free hand. Then – I took it all in my mouth with one swift motion. John fisted my hair in one hand as the other trailed his in between us and palmed my womanhood, circling my lips with his index finger until he found my nub. I could feel myself getting close as h rammed his dick into my mouth, holding my head in place, thrusting himself deeper. I could feel his tip hitting my gag reflex and pull back as he pumped. His grip on my hair became tighter as I felt his dick tighten, getting ready to empty. John quickly pulled out. "Turn around," he instructed.

I turned around, finding a way that worked best with my one wrist confined. I rested my upper body on my forearms against the side bar of the cot, my ass in the air. Almost immediately, he entered, gripping my hips and pulling me near so he was buried inside, filling me. I cried out and tried to push my rear into him for more penetration. Though there was an urgency in our visit, it seems as time has slowed once John entered me, and his slow teasing thrust sent my body into overdrive. I wanted to come, but he hesitated giving me what I wanted.

As our visit was coming to an end, John's thrust quickened in neediness for release. He pumped one, two, three times at what seemed like inhuman speeds, and my body couldn't take it any more once I could feel his erection jumping inside my walls. He was ready too. One final thrust sent us both into a quivering fit. We both came in one harmonious cry of gratification and collapsed with three minutes left on the clock.

John stood and pulled a small silver key from the pocket of his cover all's on the floor and clicked the lock of the cuffs open. I had just finished tying the belt if my coat as the door buzzed and the officer walked in the room.

"Time's up.," he told us, looking flustered.

John pulled me in for a kiss and released me, the room spinning.

"Two weeks, same place, same time." He called behind me as I sashayed out of the room and the guard shut the door behind me.

Conjugal Gifts 4 U



"Jimmy, get your lazy butt up and look for a job today!" His mother yelled from the hallway. "You will not spend your summer break doing nothing. Jimmy, do you hear me?" she yelled even louder.

"Yeah, mom," he yelled back, "I hear you." And so can the rest of the neighborhood, he thought to himself. Geez, it's only Monday and she's all over my ass already. Give me a break! I've been up for an hour anyway. It's not that he had anything against working, but he had finished his exams only three days ago and had only been home one day since returning from college. At least she could give him a couple of days to relax.

He wandered down to the kitchen where the classified ads were already spread out on the table for him. Jimmy glanced at them for a second before he fixed himself a bowl of cereal. Sitting down with his cereal and juice, he browsed through the ads, especially the ones that his mom had circled. Most of the ones circled were fast food jobs and he had worked in enough restaurants to know that he wanted nothing to do with them for a very long while. It's not very much fun seeing rats as big as house cats rummaging through the garbage behind restaurants, especially seafood places. His eyes scanned the page looking for anything that looked remotely interesting. Jimmy turned the page and saw that his mom had circled an ad in red ink for him, effectively catching his eye.

"Fast moving company seeking energetic individuals in our research and development department. No experience required. Must be self-motivated and eager to please. Insurance and fringe benefits. If you fit these qualities, call 555-6969 for an appointment."

"That doesn't look too bad," he said casually, aloud. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. It was answered on the second ring.

"CG4U, this is Monique, how may I help you?" she purred over the line.

"Hi," Jimmy said, "I'm calling about your ad in the classified section."

"Ooh, the research and development opening," she cooed. "Would you like an appointment?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"We have an opening at ten o'clock. Would that be okay with you?"

"That would be fine," he answered.

"Your name?" Her voice was seductive and sweet and Jimmy was getting excited just listening to it.

"Jimmy.....er, James Slonaker," he replied, consciously deepening his voice.

"James," she sighed, "that's such a pretty name." My God, Jimmy thought, she almost sounds orgasmic. "I have you down for ten. Please bring a valid picture ID card and your social security card along with you, James."

"I will, thanks."

"Oh no, James, thank you." The emphasis on ‘you' was very pronounced.

"Where are you located?" he asked quickly before the connection was broken.

"We're at 69 S. Peckerton, oops, I mean Pickerington. Silly me, I get that mixed up sometimes," Monique giggled.

"69 S. Pickerington," Jimmy repeated.

"Yes, James."

"Okay then, I'll be there at ten."

"I can't wait," she said breathlessly before she hung up.

Jimmy glanced at the clock. It was a few minutes before nine and he would have to hurry to make the appointment on time. Feeling slightly horny from the receptionist's sexy voice and missing his girlfriend, Jimmy ambled up the stairs to his room to get ready.

Jimmy arrived in the lobby of CG4U a few minutes early. He found that the company's full name was "Conjugal Gifts 4 U", but he had no idea what their business was. He would need a dictionary for that. He was greeted by an overly perky blonde whose bra size vastly overwhelmed her IQ.

"You must be James Slonaker," she said sweetly when he came to her desk. She was wearing a pink blouse that had a plunging neckline and left little to the imagination. Jimmy couldn't help but look down into her velvety cleavage. When he looked up at her face, she was smiling. "Don't worry, everyone looks at them. I don't mind. If you get hired, maybe we can be partners sometime and you can see them without that silly bra. I hate clothes!" she pouted. 

"What?" he stammered.

"Here," she said, thrusting a pen and paper at him. "Fill out this application and bring it back to me."

"Okay," he said warily, not really knowing what was going on with her.

He took the pen and application and sat down in one of many chairs. There was no one else in the small lobby as he looked around. He saw advertisements on the walls, one saying "Conjugal Gifts 4 U, special gifts for special couples". Others on the walls said basically the same thing and Jimmy was beginning to realize what their business was all about. A true Rhodes Scholar material, he was.

He tried to concentrate on the application, but found it difficult with Monique staring at him and blowing kisses. He smiled back a few times, but this only encouraged her. It was a standard application, one that Jimmy had filled out many times before. After several minutes of intense concentration to avoid looking at Monique, he finished and brought the clipboard and pen back to her.

"Finished already?" she asked. "My, you must be really smart. It took me over a half hour to finish it." That doesn't surprise me a bit, Jimmy thought. "You know, you're cute and I'm not wearing any underwear right now."

"What?"

"Just have a seat and Sonia will seen you in just a little bit." Monique went back to writing something in a black book.

Jimmy looked at her and was beginning to wonder if he was going crazy. Anyway, he sat down and waited. Monique looked at him from time to time and even licked her lips on occasion when she caught his attention, which was often. He was just beginning to read a magazine when an attractive brunette, dressed in a sharp business suit, called his name.

"I'm Sonia," she said, extending her hand to him as he approached her. He took it and shook it lightly before releasing it. "Let's go to my office where we can chat for a bit."

She led him to a brightly lit office with many plants and flowers scattered about. "Have a seat, James," she said, indicating with her hand the chair in front of her desk. Jimmy sat down and inhaled her musky perfume, sweet and not overpowering.

She looked over his application and smiled approvingly. "You seem to be a bright person, James. We're basically looking for someone to fill a full-time position, not someone who only wants a summer job. Perhaps we can work something out."

Jimmy shifted in his chair. "I wouldn't mind full-time work. I would have to adjust my schedule a bit, though, when school starts again."

"We'll see," she said, scanning the paper once more. "Do you know what "Conjugal Gifts 4 U" is all about?"

"I have an idea."

"We are a multi-national company with locations in Hong Kong, Brussels, Paris, London, and Kiev. We have over twenty locations in the United States. We provide marital aids and other sexual apparatus to couples everywhere. This is one of five locations where we do our research and development and our R & D team are very important to us, probably the most important aspect of our company."

"I see," Jimmy said. "And where would I fit in with the research and development?" His major was history and he wasn't seeing the correlation between sexual aids and the Renaissance. 

"Why, you would try out our new products and give us feedback as to what works and what doesn't," she smiled sweetly.

Jimmy blanched for a second before he regained his composure. "I don't think this is what I had in mind," he said, "thanks anyway." He started to get out of the chair.

"No, James," she said quickly, hating to lose a good prospect, especially a young and well-built man. He certainly could have the stamina necessary. "Wait a minute. Maybe I can change your mind. Let me give you a tour of the R & D and you can decide afterward." This was usually a good selling point for her.

Against his better judgement he said, "Okay, I'll take the tour." What could it hurt?

Sonia led him out of the office and down the hall, her hips swaying sexily through her dress slacks. Jimmy wouldn't have minded getting his hands on them sometime. They came to a door which had a keypad lock on it. She punched in a seven digit combination and a bell rang. Sonia turned the knob and opened the door quickly as it unlocked for her. They went through the door and down a corridor before they came to a glass door with "Research and Development" stenciled on it. Sonia rang the door bell near the handle and a few seconds later, it was buzzed open for them.

"We will be going past rooms where our employees will be trying out different products. They know that they are being watched and being filmed. This is how we film our instruction videos for each piece in our line of products."

"Of course," Jimmy said.

They came to the first room and saw an attractive blonde getting her brains screwed out by a skinny, long haired greaser with tattoos all over his body. Her small breasts were bouncing crazily and her nipples looked like they were the size of small marbles. "They're trying out different types of our famous ribbed condoms," she explained. Jimmy's penis hardened quickly as he could see that the girl was obviously enjoying the ride she was being given. "It being tested for pleasure and durability. What good is a rubber if the girl doesn't like the feel of it in her or if it isn't strong enough to withstand a good fucking?" she said vulgarly. The girl was moaning and writhing on the mat, Jimmy noticed, and he was immensely turned on.

Sonia nudged him and led him down the hall to the next room. On a thick mat, a girl was lying on her back, her legs wide open as she was jamming something into her vagina. "Damn it!" Sonia hissed as she unlocked the door and stepped into the room with Jimmy following.

"Bernice! How many times have we told you that you can only use the vibrators on your clitoris? You are not allowed to stick them into your vagina! That's what the dildos are for." Bernice didn't move, staring intently at Jimmy.

Sonia leaned over at Jimmy and whispered into his ear. "Whatever she says or does, don't let your dick get near her! There'll be nothing left of it once she's finished with it!" Jimmy nodded, his jaw dropping slightly in wonder. What was wrong with that girl?

"Bernice!" Sonia said sharply, "Take it out and use it properly."

Bernice, a petite brunette with wide, blue eyes, obeyed and pulled the vibrator out as instructed. She saw Jimmy again and licked her lips. "Ooh, a man. Can I have him? Can I play with him for a little bit? Please?" She used her right hand to wipe away a bit of drool that had appeared in the corner of her mouth.

"Now, Bernice, you know what happened the last time we let you play with a man."

"Yes, ma'am," she said sadly. "I remember." She looked down in embarrassment.

"We been accident free for over two months now and we wouldn't want to mess that up, would we?"

"No ma'am."

"Now, go back and play with the vibrator the right way and tell us how it feels. You know how to do that."

"Yes ma'am."

Sonia nudged Jimmy again as he was staring at Bernice. She led him out of the room, but he looked back at Bernice again. Bernice saw him gawking, so she opened her legs as far as she could and began to masturbate furiously with the vibrator, smiling gloriously at him as she did so.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked when the door was shut.

"Oh, nothing really. She's actually one of our best when it comes to dildos and vibrators. We just can't let her have a real dick."

"Maybe I shouldn't ask, but, why?"

"Well," Sonia said, "she has amazingly strong vaginal muscles and when she gets really excited, orgasmic you might say, well, men tend to get injured when they're inside of her."

"Ah," Jimmy said, "I see." He didn't know what to think. This was getting weirder by the second.

"Anyway," she continued, "we don't let men get near her and we don't have to send anyone to the hospital." They continued to walk down the hall to the next room. "If you ever come across her," Sonia warned, looking at him in the eye, "do not take your dick out. She can be very persuasive at times and will promise you the world. Don't fall for it!" Sonia looked down at his crotch and could see a nice bulge pushing through his pants. She smiled and went to the next room.

"This couple," she pointed to a man and a woman making love on a weird looking contraption, "is trying out our love swing." The woman was situated in a sleeve type seat with her legs held open by ropes. She was holding onto suspended ropes as the male was busy thrusting in and out of her. "They can make love doing it the traditional way or by moving the ropes, they can be more adventurous and try different positions. It gives the woman a bit more freedom and it's easier on her hips and back," she explained.

Jimmy was very interested by now and his penis was straining against his pants, hoping to find an escape route.

"We can look at more rooms if you like or we can go back to the office and discuss the job," Sonia said.

"I'd like to look at a few more rooms, please," he replied.

"Okay," she said, smiling knowingly. "There's one more room that I think you'll enjoy." Sonia led him to a room where he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. She was on her knees giving a blow job to a well hung stud of whom Jimmy was quite jealous. She was licking and slurping, obviously enjoying the huge dick that was in her mouth. Jimmy had to consciously keep himself from playing with his own dick through the cloth of his pants.

"She's taste testing our scented love oils. She's our best. Whatever she's liked has always gone on to be a best selling product." Soon, the guy couldn't hold back any longer and shot rope after rope of gooey, white globs of sperm all over the woman. She didn't seem to mind as she began to clean herself off. She looked over at Jimmy and smiled sweetly, and he would never forget the sight of a dollop of sperm hanging for dear life from one of her precious nipples. He almost creamed his pants then and there.

Eventually, they made their way back to her office and she offered him the same chair in which he had sat before. "So, what do you think, James?"

"I think that I could be very happy working here," he replied, thinking to himself that college might have to wait for a while.

"Good, good," she said, "let's discuss salary. We'll start you at $12.00 an hour and you should get about 20 hours per week for now and see how it goes for you. If you recommend a product and it does well, you will receive ½ percent of all profits. You will be required to have blood tests done once a month, paid for by us, just as a precaution. Any questions?"

"Blood tests?"

"Oh, come now, James, don't be naive about this. Although part of your job will be to test condoms, sometimes you won't be wearing one, so we must take precautions. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm beginning to understand. You mentioned insurance. When does it start and how much coverage?"

"Well, since you won't be a full-time employee for a while, we cannot offer it to you. You must prove that you are worthy of being a full-time employee first. Once you attain that position, we offer full medical and dental insurance for a nominal cost."

"That sounds reasonable," Jimmy concluded. He couldn't believe that he was going to be paid to have sex with some gorgeous females, all in the name of research and development. "How do I get picked for a product and do I pick a partner or does someone do that for me?"

"We first start you out on simple things, like oils, lotions, and things like that. Then, you get to try more complicated things like our love swing or something else along those lines. Your partner, if needed, is picked at random, but, if we find that you work well with a certain someone, well, we try our best to keep our employees happy."

Sonia looked at him expectantly. "Well, what do you think?"

Jimmy looked at her and smiled. "I read something about fringe benefits. What might those be?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said seductively. She dialed her phone and said, "Monique, please come in."

The door opened within seconds and Monique came through. "You wanted to see me?" she asked, looking at Sonia.

"James was asking about our fringe benefits, but," she looked at James, "you must show us your assets first. We don't even know if our condoms will fit you, do we?"

"I, uh..."

"Monique, perhaps you could help James relax. He seems to be a little tense right now."

"With pleasure, Sonia," she sighed happily.

She moved in front of Jimmy and smiled. "Just relax, baby, and enjoy your fringe benefit." Monique climbed up on the chair in which Jimmy was sitting, her hands were placed on his shoulders for balance and her knees were on each thick arm of the chair. With her right hand, she flipped her flimsy pink skirt over his head and he was face to face with the most beautiful shaved pussy that he had ever seen. Monique gave him no time to think about it as she pushed the back of his head into herself and shuddered with delight.

Jimmy did what came naturally and began to lick and suck on her puffy, full lips. Monique gasped with pleasure and began to squirm as he found her shrouded clit. Just as he was about to explore that region, he felt a tugging at his belt as it was pulled apart and discarded. Jimmy thought that it had to be Sonia doing the work, so he relaxed and went back to business. His pants were unbuttoned quickly and his zipper was brought down to it's origin in a jiffy.

Sonia reached into his boxers roughly and pulled out his stiff prick, reveling in it's size and contour. "Oh," she purred, "this will do very nicely." She pushed her mouth down onto it, savoring it's taste. Slowly, she began to lick it up and down like a candy cane, loving every inch of it. There was a little click behind her but she paid no attention to it.

Jimmy continued his assault upon Monique's sensitive little nub as she continued to grind her pelvis against his face.

A lithe, quick body entered the room as everyone was too busy to notice. She scanned the scene and her eyes opened wide at the sight of Sonia licking Jimmy's long, stiff penis. She licked her lips and wiped the drool from her mouth as she moved closer to get a better look.

"Oh baby," Monique moaned, "lick me, fuck me, you hot stud! I want you to mount me and fuck my brains out!"

"IT'S A DICK!!!! IT'S A DICK!!! Bernice screamed, as she rushed forward, unable to control herself anymore.

Sonia looked up in surprise as Bernice came behind her, grabbed her, and threw her to the side. Monique toppled off of the chair in a heap, tits over ass, as Jimmy looked at her in surprise and horror.

"Don't let her have your dick!" Sonia screamed as Bernice mounted his lap quickly and began grinding herself onto him furiously, hoping that his dick would find her vagina soon.

"I gotta have a dick! I gotta have a dick!" Bernice yelled. She had a wild look in her eye as she bounced all over Jimmy's lap, trying to find that elusive penis that she was begging for.

"Get her off of me, get her off of me......."

"Jimmy, what in the hell are you yelling about?" his mom yelled again from the hallway. "I swear to God, I'm going to come in there and drag your ass out of bed if you're not up in five seconds! Do you hear me? Do you hear me? ANSWER ME!!!"



Conjugal Shoreleave



It was that time of year again.

Every two to five years, actually. Once a year would have been preferable, but professional obligations kept Aestu tied down to her ship; thankfully unlike some species, her race had quite a bit more control over their mating cycle. In any event, she had now taken leave, donned her old mercenary's outfit - a simple deep teal jumpsuit - and was flying the shuttle back to her private abode on a small planet.

The world had an abundance of vegetation but no animal life whatsoever; located in a bit of space claimed by several galactic powers, but none had any inclination to visit the world or leverage their claim. Aestu had no claim to the planet at all, but being uninhabited, out-of-the-way, and peaceful - being in the eye of the storm, as it were - it made a good location for her little condo, well-concealed inside a rock formation. She had excavated it herself.

Aestu valued her privacy. A commodity she often lacked aboard the Capri. But now aboard a one-man shuttle, light-years from the ship, and yet a good thirty minutes from her destination, privacy was something she could take for granted.

She rose from the chair and stretched her toned ivory legs. Examined herself in the shuttle's coat-closet mirror - amongst so many other races she had to remind herself her appearance was not a personal idiom but characteristic of her nearly extinct species.

Long lavender hair, high cheekbones, smooth pale skin, pointed ears. Other species had found her - her species - most remarkable trait to be their opaque, reflective eyes, like those of the Terran mouse - they found them inscrutable. And of course her breasts - very impressive by the standards of most species - round, ripe and firm, longer than they were wide, just the right texture. Aestu was attractive even by the standards of her race. Long-lived, she would not see visible signs of aging for another century or two.

Travelling at sublight, the planet loomed larger and larger in the viewscreen. Still another ten minutes away. With her abode - and relief - so close, her desires were aroused. Through her tight dark teal unitard, she reached down and kneaded herself with her forefingers. Reclined back down in the pilot's chair and continued to knead and knead. Double-pleated folds in the custom unitard concealed flaps that let her run her hands through down under to the bare skin of her thighs and groin. She slid her hands in on either side and began to work herself with her fingers. Closed her dark eyes and thought of what awaited in her abode...fingered and touched and teased, it began to get wet and tight down there...

The control panel beeped. Time to make the landing.

Aestu sighed deeply and pulled her hands out from her unitard. Still a bit moist and sweaty from their work, she nonetheless worked the controls in a rote and disinterested manner, pulling the craft in through the pristine blue atmosphere, over the vast swaths of moss and fungus on massive formations of sandstone and limestone that were the world's alien topography. She landed on a naturally flat caldera - the way up to her loft was up a simple ladder along a rock wall a few meters away.

The air was dry, cool and still. A little thinner than what she had become used to on the Capri, but a little thicker than the air on her race's lost homeworld. The stillness and quiet of the planet was breathtaking, unearthly. As far as the eye could see, brilliant reddish sunlight on the moss and fungus growing on the greenish rocks.

Up the ladder, into the loft. She flicked on the power-up sequence - a simple metal switch next to the equally simple metal door recessed into the rockface, which opened with the turn of a lever. No fancy security features. Not even a lock. Why bother? If anyone found it was here, no precautions could keep them out, and reinforcing the unattended abode would only convince any who might find it (unlikely given its well-hidden location and powered-down state) that it was worth pillaging.

Inside...the entire abode was one big atrium. A layout characteristic of the style of her people. A central swimming pool, roof of transparent aluminum open to the brilliant reddish-orange sunlight, columns circling the central pool, ringed with ceramic pots host to a variety of strange, long-lived plants - the purplish-green mosses and lichens indigenous to the planet, as well as the curious bluish reeds - like a cross between cattail and bamboo - that were the only other surviving species of Aestu's lost homeworld. The floor tiles were smoothed stones of the same greenish limestone and sandstone that was the planet's terra firma. Behind the columns lay the few amenities of the abode - a computer, food dispenser, lathe, science lab, and racks of objects' d'art.

The alien's opaque eyes glistened with the light reflected from the pool. Humans, she knew, often found bathing an erotic experience, but not with the same fervor as her people. The sight of the warm, pure, clear water aroused a visceral erotic response. A throaty, grunting moan escaped her lips.

Aaahhhunnnhhnnn...

She grabbed at the recessed zipper of her unitard and pulled it down; in a second the garment lay at her delicate white feet, just a bit wide by humanoid standards, with four toes on each. Her naked body was beautiful by any humanoid standards - marbled, toned flesh, generous breasts, glistening white oblongs, firm to the touch and half again as long as they were wide, on a trim, toned torso. The only physical peculiarities unique to her species were a genital orifice a bit narrower, rounder, more muscled than most - like Terran lizards and avians, Aestu's race had never evolved separate reproductive and digestive tract, and had only a single orifice squarely between the legs - and a series of dark purple fleshy stripes beneath each of her ribs, like long bruises. She continued to groan and moan, sexual urge now beyond restraint, as she walked, now naked, up to the pool.

Uhhnnnfff...aaaarrrrhhhh...initiate the program...arrrrhhhghhhh...

She dove into the pool. The warm pure water was not cathartic - rather, it further excited her, like an expectant lover on a fur blanket. The water ran over her body and along her ribs as she swam with a powerful breaststroke, a good eight kilometers an hour, up and down the pool, down to its twenty-meter depth and back up again. Through the flaps along her ribs she took up moist-tasting air and delicious hydration - like a sea breeze on a hot day.

It was a satisfying experience for her race, swimming naked in a pool of water. Her people's homeworld had been a mess of swamps and jungles, its surface eighty percent water, most of it shallow freshwater. They were not true amphibians - they could not survive underwater indefinitely - but they were much better adapted to swimming than most humanoids.

After an hour of vigorous swimming, fully hydrated and exhaling moisty breaths, she emerged from the pool. Her pale white skin glistened with moistness, her hair shined brilliantly in the light - and all around her, the computer program had come to life.

Though she was the last daughter of her race, she had taken on a fondness for the Humans. If Humans found the pointed ears and blue skins of some other races appealing to their fetishes, so too did Aestu find unique appeal in the Humans. Group sex was something her people took as a given; for Humans it was considered eccentric at best and aberrant at worst. That they turned something normal to her species into a delightful taboo added a tantalizing new dimension to its practice for the alien. And besides, she was very much alone in the galaxy amongst species that were aliens to her.

Her dark opaque eyes, glistening with replenished moisture, were greeted by a pink-skinned Human male, compact but thick and built by the standards of his people, gazing down into the pool, squeezing and stroking his meaty phallus as he gazed at her intently. Aestu met his gaze, again, a long, guttural moan issued from her delicate lips. He continued to stroke and pump himself with his fist, staring at her with pure lust. All about him, other handsome Human likenesses created by the computer, of both genders, stripped off their likewise contrived camp shorts and tee shirts and loose robes and began to engage in lovemaking all around them, on the benches and recliners around the atrium, even on the floors and up against the sandstone walls. She swam with broad, powerful strokes, full of lustful excitement, up to the ramp, and then walked with that same passion to the man. Kissed him deeply, her pink tongue in his red mouth, pulled away, dropped to her knees and began to savor his great pink manhood - long, thick, veined, beautiful. Full of power to satisfy.

She neither sucked the organ nor pumped it with her hands but did something in between - squeezed its length with both her delicate hands, pumping it like a tourniquet, while licking and sucking the head hard. With her ring and pinkie fingers she played with the scrotum. The organ, despite being merely a simulation, responded with completely convincing realism and throbbed in her grasp. She was more than ready. Aestu laid herself down on one of the padded sandstone couches, her back flat against its length, her cervix and its single orifice raised upwards in a bestial copulatory position, and groaned at the Human with lust. Laid her two right forefingers on her abdomen towards her groin, an inviting gesture. Mhhhrrraaaaarrmmmmnnn...

In heavily accented English: "Sex...give me your sex..."

The Human complied, seizing his manhood within his broad grasp and pushing it into the warmth and wetness between Aestu's spread legs. She sat prone and watched the manhood slowly slide into her orifice, dilated with excitement. The manhood made itself comfortable and began to slowly pump her in and out. Aestu reclined, luxuriating, as the muscles of her orifice began to tighten around the manhood, pushing and pulling against its motions. Had the Human been real, he would have found the sensation overwhelming. As it were, Aestu sat and enjoyed the view - the Human's toned abs and his broad, veined manhood entering and exiting her body.

It didn't take long at all for him to climax. A few changes Aestu had made to the program - she had set the emission for the male actors to maximum, then doubled the cap, and tied matter synthesis hardware into the system so that the emission alone was made of real, tangible matter, created in real-time. As the Human actor lurched and heaved, groaning loudly, her opaque eyes rolled and dilated with satisfaction as warmth filled her within. The Human panted in gratified exhaustion.

Aestu sat up. With her left hand she firmly pumped the Human's rapidly deflating penis. With her right, she reached under his penis, grasping his testicles in the same manner as a farmer about to castrate a pig. Checked their heft - they had contracted to a centimeter each. He was empty. She gently but firmly kicked him away with both her feet and glanced about at a dark-skinned Human who happened to be walking by - already naked. She repeated her demand. "I need more sex...more sex..." Laid back down, again made that brash gesture with two fingers towards her groin. Again the Human complied; this time she watched as a mud-colored manhood and abdomen went in and out of her.

The alien was not enervated by her previous coupling; on the contrary, her sexual fervor rose to new heights. Fondled one of her long, ivory torpedo breasts with one hand as her orifice contracted and dilated counter to the Human's passionate pumping. Ordered the first human, "Lllleeettt meeee taaaassteee youuu..." Obediently the simulacrum walked to her side, oblivious of the rude usage he had just received, and allowed the alien to take his manhood, fondle it, suck on it, smell its rich musky aroma. Again her eyes rolled upwards in ecstasy. This Human lasted a bit longer before he too released his store of ejaculate within her. Again her orifice dilated; the deflated organ slowly slid out, a fleshy mudslide. Due to its musculature, her orifice was much tighter than a Human's and reflexively retained the deposit of ejaculate - only a few small trickles from the nearly exhausted manhood soiled her thighs and groin.

She repeated the same crude gesture as before, grasping her second lover by the balls, feeling their heft. Empty. No other men were nearby. She got up and glanced about. Throughout the room, most of the Humans had already coupled off - some trios here and there - and were engaged in fornication in all manner of positions and with all levels of intensity. Nearest to her were a short blonde female riding a tannish Asian-European halfbreed male, the female's perky conical breasts bouncing up and down, both moaning and groaning. She walked over. "Morree sekkksss...I neeeed mmooorree malleee passssionnnn..." She pressed her right hand flat against the female's face, and with the other, shoved her by the shoulder right off him, throwing her to the floor.

The Human female's male partner showed no reaction, and without a hitch, Aestu stood astride him, reached down and guided his manhood into her, and began to pump it with her inhumanely tight orifice and powerful hips. It was now her voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down with her body on the halfbreed Human male. Up and down, up and down. The blonde female continued to lay sprawled out on the floor where she had been thrown. Aestu's race typically preferred much rougher erotic play, though this degree of violence was well into what would have been considered sadomasochism; for her people the fetish typically did not involve implements other than mere physical aggression. Both the other two humans now stroked her cheeks and lips with their phalluses, slowly regaining their turgidity. The Human female suddenly rose from the floor and began to moan in sync with Aestu - unghhh, urhhhhh, urghhhnnn, slapping her wide buttocks as they continued to bounce up and down on the sallow manhood.

This Human, in turn was exhausted; again his emission was retained within her. Aestu felt the growing warmth and satisfaction within her but still lusted for more. Rose, kneed the Human male she had been riding in the side, pushing him off the couch, then laid down on her belly and lustily bawled, "I need...sex! Come here! Now! Give me sex!"

Like the computer-generated marionettes they were, four male Humans, different pigmentations and heights, all beefy, well-built and well-endowed, rose from their female partners and came to Aestu's side. One after another they pulled her up by the hips and pumped her single narrow orifice and were pumped in turn, their manhoods drained. The orifice became turgid, glutted, muddy with male emission. The female Humans stood about, humming and moaning, stimulating themselves and rubbing their men's shoulders and torsos while they were engaged servicing the alien.

An hour of frenzied copulation later and finally her stamina began to wane, her appetite sated. She passed out on the couch, and laid there, dead to the world, for a good sixty hours, unseeing eyes open and glassy with fulfillment, her expression blank and body limp, white curvy flesh soiled with sweat and male Human emission.

The alien awoke slowly, the warmth in her groin settling down to a gentle afterglow. The program had ended; the atrium was as empty as when she had arrived, not a trace of its phantasmal occupants. Her nude form rose uneasily, dizzy with exhaustion and dehydration, gripped her abdomen in nausea. Stumbled her way to the lavatory and straddled over the stool.

From her orifice clusters of pea-sized roe came forth - like bunches of grapes. It was the act of copulation that triggered the release of the unfertilized gametes from her ovisac. The alien stood over the receptacle and gazed down at the roe, rubbing her lower left flank in relief and ruminating. What might have been the nascent progeny of five or ten fathers - the Human insult amused Aestu - lay dormant in the still water. Unlike most species, the females of her race felt no more attachment to their eggs than the males of most species did their sperm, for the same reason: biological economy. A tap of her foot; she watched the doomed roe flushed down the drain, into the matter decompiler.

From the food dispenser she ordered a giant bowl of spicy bluish-green stew and starch-filled dumplings. She devoured them ravenously, then dove back into the pool and swam around in the pool - not laps, but aimlessly, to the twenty-meter bottom and up again, from one side to the other, quite literally happy as a guppy. With a tinge of melancholy. With the extinction of her species and her busy professional life, this hedonism was all life had to offer her. Though, if nothing else, it felt SO damn good. And the discomfort in her ovisac that had been a constant of life for the last three years was gone, at least for another two or three years.

Aestu toweled off and put her unitard back on. She felt relaxed and completely in control.

Ready to go back to work.



Conjugal Visit



This falls into the category of sex when one or both parties need to pee. The story is laid mostly in an internee camp of 1942, through the recollections of a former female inmate, and told somewhat in flashback style. The story itself is fiction, but incorporates much of what has been written by real persons with similar experiences. It involves mild bondage (internment), watersports, exhibitionism, and consensual sex involving two very full bladders. 

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Emily Vorgstrom stood before the crowd of students, assembled to hear her recount her wartime experiences as an internee in the Far East during World War II. It was something she found herself doing more frequently lately, for the passage of time had seemed to reawaken an interest in those long-ago events among the younger generation. Emily had become active in social and political affairs in recent years, and had developed a talent for public speaking. Her war experiences were a frequent topic she was asked to discuss.

She had addressed this group of students for nearly an hour, going over the events through which she had lived, and its relevance to present times, at least as she saw them. She always enjoyed the interest the audience showed, particularly younger ones. This time, her husband Dan was in the audience, listening to her recount stories he had heard many times before. He thought Emily was a good speaker, something he was uncomfortable at doing, and was content to hear her tell of events they had both shared.

Emily had been born Dutch, and had grown up in the East Indies (then under Dutch rule) in the years before the war. As a young woman a bit over twenty, she had met her husband, Dan Vorgstrom, when he came as an American technician to work in the Indies in 1940. They had married there, and had been swept up in the events of 1941 and 1942 when the area was overrun by the Japanese invasion. Under the occupation, most of the foreign population was rounded up and held in internment camps.

This had happened to Emily and Dan. As a young couple, without children, they were taken into custody and soon dispatched to be held in a prison camp for internees. As was the custom of their captors, men and women were separated and held in different places; or, as was the case with Emily and Dan, in separate compounds of the same camp.

After describing the historical events of the war, Emily usually described what the camps were like, and how they were treated, for this seemed to interest the audiences the most.

Emily had been taken into the women's compound, along with about a hundred other women, mostly Dutch, British, or Australian. They ranged in age from little girls to old women well over seventy, and there were a few small boys with them. Boys were kept in the women's unit, with their mothers or family members, only if they were younger than about six; older boys went into the men's compound. The women had to work, not so much for their captors, but to sustain their own lives. They were provided rudimentary supplies, a quantity of food rich in rice (the staple of the area), some vegetables, and once in a while a chicken or a few fish. The food kept them above starvation level, but it was hardly abundant. They had to do their own cooking and cleaning. The water supply consisted of system to catch rainwater. In the wet climate, it provided them adequate water to drink and cook, but there was little left for bathing or washing. They had a makeshift shower for bathing, but of course no hot water. The women soon limited themselves to two cold showers a week.

There were a few nurses among the inmates, and they tried to attend to medical needs with whatever supplies they could find. Grooming and hygiene was minimal, as they had little to work with. Each woman, if she was lucky, had come with a small bag of clothing and whatever she could scrape together when she was arrested, and some that had been picked up away from their homes had nothing but what they wore. Cosmetics were quickly abandoned as nonexistent. A few of the women had razors, but the blades soon became dull and unusable, and the women found no way to sharpen them. They gave up shaving legs and underarms, and hairy legs and bushy armpits became badges of being internees.

While the men were in a separate compound and no visiting was allowed, there were attempts to communicate. Sometimes a guard could be induced to carry a message from one to the other. At one point the two compounds were close enough that rock with an attached message could be tossed, by a strong thrower, from one to the other. Sometimes voices of men could be heard by the women, but any unduly loud yelling was quickly quelled by the guards, so little communication was done in this way.

Frequently Emily was asked about the abuse she endured. She was quite frank about it. While there were rumors of women being raped or physically abused in other places, she had not seen it in the camp she was in. It probably happened, but it was not rampant. The abuse she received was more subtle.

The camp commander, a minor tyrant she thought, enforced discipline among his troops. They were not permitted to enter the women's barracks except in cases of disorder or a suspected infraction of rules. While the soldiers usually stayed out of the buildings, the women soon realized that suspected rule infractions seemed to occur at times the women could be expected to be dressing or undressing, when soldiers would burst in unannounced and proceed to search the area while the women hastily tried to cover up.

The guards were all male soldiers. Emily never saw a female among them. Thus all of the inspections were by men. While it did often occur, surprise inspections were made in other private areas. If an inspection was to be made of the shower facility, it was invariably made while a woman was using it. An inspection of the toilets never seemed to occur unless two or three women had just gone in to use them. Thus the women were subjected to little assaults on their privacy.

The camp commander also had his own methods of discipline for the prisoners. While the women gave him little trouble, realizing their fairly helpless situation, some did answer with sarcastic remarks or open insults. If displeased, the commander would prescribe discipline. One woman, after such an incident, was ordered to drink a large amount of water, well over a liter, and then compelled to stand in an open area for a prolonged period, under the watchful eye of her guards, and with no opportunity to relieve herself. Eventually, when she could hold it no longer, she wet herself in her dress, much to the delight of the soldiers. Another woman, after giving the commander some particularly harsh back talk, was ordered to strip in the middle of the compound and made to stand there naked, exposed to everyone's view, for over four hours.

Frequently the commander would summon inmates to his office, situated in a small building. To be summoned was not a happy event, for it frequently implied a suspected rule infraction; but often it concerned merely matters of camp administration or work assignments. The women were not viewed as sources of military intelligence, but were often interrogated on their personal histories and skills. Whatever the reason, the commander seemed to enjoy humiliating the women he needed to talk to.

Initially, women summoned to the office were simply required to leave their shoes outside the door. The women saw this as a simple observance of a common oriental custom. However, soon the commander decided that this was not enough to humiliate the women into proper respect, so he extended the rule. Each inmate entering the office had to remove her dress (or whatever outer garment she had on) outside, under the watchful eye of a guard, and leave it with her shoes before entering. Thus she was made to enter in whatever underwear she had on. A few of the women had slips, but for most, this meant going in dressed in panties and a brassiere, both increasing ragged as time went on. This not only humiliated the woman, but encouraged her to be cooperative so as to get the matter over as quickly as possible. If she was not compliant in whatever was asked of her, he would commit the final assault on her modesty by commanding her to remove her underclothes and hold them in her hands, behind her back, while she had to stand in front of his desk naked, until the business was completed.

While Emily had asked about her husband during her confinement, she learned little. Requests to visit were simply not entertained, although the women often asked. Probably the men did, too.

When Emily finished her recanting of the story, she took questions from her audience. Today, she was asked by one young lady, "Did you ever see your husband while you were in the camp?"

Emily responded, after a bit of hesitation, "Yes, just once. We did have a visit." She turned to another questioner, but the young lady persisted, "How did you manage that?" It was obvious that Emily wanted to get away from the subject, for she just said "The commander allowed it, but just once in all that time, " and she then went to the next question.

Emily enjoyed these opportunities, but they ended eventually, and Dan greeted her as she prepared to leave. "I thought you were getting in deep water, there, with that one question, but you handled it well. You got away from the subject, fast!"

"Do you blame me? What was I going to tell her?" 

"Emily," Dan went on, "are you ever going to tell people about that visit we had? Don't tell me you have forgotten it!" 

Emily smiled at her husband of over forty years, and answered, "So long as I live, I will never forget it! It was the most romantic incident of that awful time. But how could I ever talk in public about something like that? What would our grandchildren think if they ever heard it?"

"I think, my darling wife," said Dan, "they would relate to it a lot better than you feel they would. You might be very surprised!" 

As they left for the trip home, Emily reflected on that visit of forty years ago. How, indeed, could you ever discuss it with her family or friends? But, then, again, how could she ever forget it. She and Dan shared a memory of that time, often so tragic and awful, yet with its remarkable moments. Her mind went back to a morning in 1942.

Emily was summoned to the commander's office. This, she knew, was never good news. It was morning, on this warm tropical day, and she approached the office with trepidation. Outside, she performed the required abandonment of her modesty, as she shucked off her dress and placed it beside her shoes at the door, while a soldier watched, his eyes missing nothing. Then, in a ragged bra and panties now showing some small holes, she entered, fearful of what was coming next.

The commander kept her standing before him a few minutes, before he addressed her. "Mrs. Vorgstrom, correct?" "Yes," she replied.

"Mrs. Vorgstrom, your husband is Dan Vorgstrom, right? " Again, she gave her assent.

"as you are aware, he is held here also. It has been three months, now, that both of you have been here. Would you like an opportunity to visit with him?"

Emily gaped. This was unheard of. She wondered what kind of conditions were about to be attached. 

"Mrs. Vorgstrom, we are going to let you have a visit with your husband today. You can not only talk to him, you may touch him, embrace if you wish, stay with him as long as you want, so long as you both abide by the rules." 

This was unbelievable. To actually be with Dan, to see him, even be in his arms. But what would be the rules?

"And what are the rules?"

"Quite simple. I will turn you over to one of my officers, who will arrange it. We will allow you to be together in a designated area. Of course, you cannot be alone. There will be some of the men who will keep their eyes on you. You will have to comply with some instructions on how you are to dress, and until the visit I can allow you no food, only water to slake your thirst. During your visit, you must remain in the designated area, you will both have to remain standing at all times, and of course, you must attend to your toilet functions while you are outside the area, not during the visit. As long as you comply with these rules, you will be allowed to continue your visit."

Emily could not understand why they were allowing this. Somewhere, she suspected, there would be something they weren't telling her. It sounded like they were trying to insure they refrained from any intimate embrace, by insisting they stay on their feet and comply with a dress code. Probably they wanted to tease the two of them a bit by letting them meet, but denying them any intimate contact. She didn't care. All she wanted was the chance to see Dan. She did wonder why he had mentioned "toilet functions" - were they going to have them meet in a bathroom, or something like that?

Later, Emily would reflect that she was probably chosen for this visit because there were few women there who had husbands near her age. While the women were of varying ages, most of the men were either much older, or just boys. The young men, for the most part, had been in the military services of their countries, and had not been around to be interned. Dan, as an American, had not yet been swept up in America's rearming, which came long after Europe's war began.

This day, however, she was concerned only with seeing Dan. A junior officer, speaking much less English than the commander, came and escorted her out the door. As she passed the door, she stooped, attempting to pick up her dress and shoes. She was stopped by her escort. "No - leave! Get later!" was all he said, as he pushed her along into a small vehicle.

Emily was indeed embarrassed about her condition, but all that really mattered to her right now was seeing Dan. She had been unable to even get a message across the fences, although intermediaries had assured her he was all right and still there. Now she was going to get to see him, but, she thought, what a mess I am. She considered that she was dressed only in bra and panties, ragged at that; she was wearing no make-up, she hadn't had a bath in four days, her legs were hairy with over two months of growth and her underarms were sprouting hairy bushes. 

The officer took her to a larger building, where she was ordered out. She was taken into a small room, bare except for a table and chair. "Sit" she was told. She sat, and waited.

A soldier came in, with a large pot of water, and a cup. It was placed on the table. He left. She waited.

After half an hour or so, the officer returned. "Drink!" he commanded. She dipped the cup into the water and took a drink from it. Standard rainwater, the camp's regular stuff, she decided. She put the cup down.

"More!" commanded the officer. She took another cup, wondering where this was leading.

About eight cups later, her stomach was feeling decidedly full. But there was still water in the pot, and as fast as she emptied the cup, the officer ordered her to refill it and drink again. He finally gave her a bit of information. Looking at his watch, he announced, "Meet husband - one hour. You have -- long visit!" 

She took this to mean she would see Dan in a hour. But now her mind was beginning to put together the pieces of the commander's instructions. She was obviously being filled up with water. She would need to urinate. She had been told no "toilet functions" would be allowed during the visit. Would they allow her to pee before the visit? Unlikely, she thought. They are going to make me hold this water while I meet Dan, and I will only be allowed to stay with him as long as I can hold it!

She guessed right. In about fifty minutes, another officer came. He motioned to her to remove her remaining clothes, and leave them on the table. He had a long piece of cloth in his hand, the purpose of which was not immediately clear. Helpless to resist but fearful of what was coming, she took off the bra and panties and laid them on the table. "Can I please pee?" she asked, almost begging. The officer pointed to her now bare crotch with its patch of hair. "Pee? Pee?" he seemed to ask, then answered "No Pee! Visit now - pee later!" 

He produced the cloth, which he then used to blindfold her. It was placed over her eyes, and tied. One of the officers then took her hand, and led her, naked, out of the room.

She was really worried now. She expected to see Dan, but she couldn't imagine how they were going to do it. She felt utterly humiliated, walking naked and blindfolded, having no idea who was looking at her. He bladder was becoming uncomfortably distended, and getting worse by the minute.

She was led for a time, through several doors. She could hear voices of men, and assumed that many were around. She assumed they were probably looking at her. Finally they came to a place where she was told, "steps!" and her hand was placed on an object in front of her. Unsteadily, unable to see, she was steered up several steps onto a smooth surface. "Wait!" she was commanded.

She stood there, not knowing who was looking at her, but hearing men's voices all around. Through the blindfold she could sense strong light, so she knew she was standing in a well lit area, with many men around. Where was Dan?

After what seemed an eternity, but probably was really only ten minutes, an officer, speaking a bit more English, stepped to her and removed the blindfold. She was shocked at the scene.

She was standing on a platform, perhaps twelve feet square, in the middle of a large, well lit room. Soldiers, perhaps fifty or more, were gathered, seated and standing, around the periphery of the room. Across from her, a naked man, blindfolded, was being guided up the steps to the platform. She immediately recognized him as Dan, her husband. Her heart jumped. He looked fairly good; he had several days growth of beard and looked a bit dirty, but it was still Dan! She wanted to reach out and grab him, but the officer held her back for a moment.

He addressed them both, as Dan's blindfold was being removed. "You may be together here as long as you want, as long as you follow the rules. Both of you must remain standing at all times. If you sit or lie, even for a moment, the visit is over. You must stay on this platform, and neither of you may pass water, or the visit is terminated. Now you may enjoy your visit; you may talk, touch, do anything, ANYTHING, you want, as long as you keep the rules!"

Emily ran to Dan, and they embraced immediately. Oblivious to the many watchers, they kissed and grabbed each other closely. Then, Emily started to talk - she had so much to say, about how she missed him, how they were being treated. Dan abruptly stopped her.

"Emily, I don't know what they made you do, but I know what they did to me! They took my clothes away, and made me drink an enormous amount of water! We can only stay as long as I don't pee, and I just want you to know I need to, very badly, and I don't know how long I can hold out! But, it's so great to even see you, and it's worth all the hurting...I just want to make it last!"

"They did it to me, too," Emily replied, tears in her eyes. "I'm full up; but I'm going to make it last, too!"

They talked and nuzzled, touched and embraced. The discomfort and humiliation was temporarily put aside. They were again two lovers, for a moment.

Emily's mind had flashed to those words of the officer, "you can do anything, ANYTHING," she wondered what he was expecting. But she wondered only for a moment, as her feelings caught up to her.

Emily had been humiliated at being nude in front of all these men, but being nude in front of Dan was different. Suddenly she was glad he could see her, even in the condition she was. She was a normal young married woman, and she hadn't had sex for over three months. A prison camp doesn't provide much for erotic arousal, and she had been concerned with other matters, but now, she felt her hormones raging. As Dan had been brought in naked, she had seen him standing, blindfolded, and his penis was flaccid; but now she could feel it rigidly erect, and brushing against her stomach. She reflected that he presumably hadn't had sex in three months, either, and now he was looking at and embracing his naked wife. Small wonder his organ was hard, pointing upward like an arrow about to fly. She knew what the officer was looking for was a sex show, and that's what he meant by "anything"! They had brought them together to give a sex show for the men watching, but they were being frustrated by having to remain standing, both with terribly full bladders they were forbidden to empty! The game, obviously, was for the men to enjoy their frustration and see what they would do about it.




Conjugal Visit



(This is a wife, black male – white woman story. It was the most arousing thing that ever happened in our marriage. I tried to relay it to you just as my wife, Denise, relayed it to me, just as it happened, although it was a long time for me to get all of the details I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all the great comments and emails on my stories.).

I have always liked bad boys, but had the good sense to marry a good boy. The few relationships I had with bad boys before marriage ended badly. They are poor providers, poor hygiene, and often both physically and mentally abusive. Why we women like them is beyond me.

By some odd hap stance, I ended up married to a good boy who kept bad boys in line. Larry is a state prison guard and has been for eleven years.

We have a good sex life. He knows my thing about losers and sometimes feeds the obsession in the bedroom telling me about some of the prisoners, the big penises, and their animal behavior. Such talk has given me some extreme orgasms. He really seems to enjoy the reactions I have. Sometimes, when I sense my husband is close, I whisper how much I would love to fuck one of his big-dicked prisoners, suck his cock, and maybe even give him my ass. This always brings Larry over the brink and he blows his wad into me. Every time I get him off this way, I make it a habit to go down on him afterwards, and end our lovemaking with his penis in my mouth and massaging his balls.

The ritual became more and more routine. Larry would hump away at me telling about some convict who would coldly make some punk suck him off. The more detail he gave he, the harder I came. Then, after my orgasm, I would tell Larry how bad I wanted to have the convict do me. I would be very graphic in my fantasy and soon hubby was shooting his wad. After I had all his juice, I slide down and take him in my mouth, massage his cock with my twirling tongue, then tell him how much I enjoyed it.

Things were about to change. He came home one day and told me that he was being transferred from “cell block” to “visitation duty.” Neither of us thought much of it until the following week when it turned out he was not in the normal visitation area, but had the conjugal unit. There were a dozen small-prefabricated cottages on the west end of the prison. It was fenced off from the rest of the compound. Prisoners who had earned enough points were occasionally rewarded with a visit from their wife or girlfriend.

“Girlfriend?” I asked.

“Yea,” he said, “apparently some convict sued the state a few years back saying that it was not fair that he could not have his girlfriend visit, even though they had two kids together, just because of some piece of paper. He won. The state said it was the same as married since they had a common law relationship. Since the whole idea is to placate the inmate, who cared if they were married or not. The prison permitted any woman to visit, but did not make it a high-profile policy. The inmates were happy, the prison was happy, and the public did not know much about it.”

A narrow alley between the six rows of cottages had been placed between purposefully thin walls, allowing a discerning guard to hear all but whispers from inside. Larry was to position himself between the cottages, listening for any disturbances, fighting, domestic abuse, and that sort of thing. If a situation developed, the guard would immediately remove the prisoner and thus insure the program was never placed in jeopardy. Such eavesdropping had prevented any serious incidents from occurring.

Pretty soon Larry started coming home and getting me into bed almost everyday. He would tell me about the conjugal visits and finish inside me before I had a chance to cum. It must have been pretty arousing for him to listen to couples fuck all the time. He was horny the moment he arrived home, and orgasm within minutes of entering me.

About the second week of this, sexually frustrated, I told him that if he didn’t take better care of me, I was going to be the one fucking his inmates.

He stopped. After a moment he said, “I can arrange that.”

“Would you like me to really fuck one of them?” I asked.

He remained silent, but nodded his head.

I thought about it for a few days, told him I was thinking about it, and became more and more excited about the possibility of it.

Then one day when Larry was inside me, humping hard, but not yet quiet ready to shoot, I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him to me which made him stop. I asked him, “Do you have someone in mind to fuck me?”

‘Would you really do it?”

“I might, if you found someone good.”

“What kind of guy would you want,” he asked.

“I would like him to be hung, very hung.” As I finished my sentence, Larry twitched and ejaculated in me. Again, he came too soon.

Over the next few days we talked about the guy and what he should be like. For all kinds of different reasons, both Larry’s and mine, it was agreed that he would be someone who would never be released on parole; never get out. That way I would not have to worry about him becoming a problem later. So basically, that meant I was going to fuck someone who had murdered someone. I insisted that it be a man he had murdered, not a woman killer. Larry agreed. Next he would be black. I was curious and Larry figured I would not fall in love with a black guy.

A couple of days later Larry said he had someone in mind for me. A black double homicide. He had killed two guys in a bar with a pool stick. He was kind of slow, kind of mean, good enough looking, and best of all a very huge penis. Larry didn’t know how large it was hard, as he had only seen him in the shower when he used to be on block duty. He said it was at least twice as long and twice as wide as his. Larry is average, about 6 inches. I got wet just thinking about it. I immediately told Larry to tell me everything about this man. I got down on my knees, took Larry’s dick out and told him I would suck him as long as he kept talking. Three minutes later Larry was out of things to say, but that was okay, because he was also out of cum.

Next came the logistics.

First we got a post office box. Then I did a self-make over by putting a rinse in my hair, changing my makeup, and generally altering my appearance so that I would not be recognized in the picture Larry was to take of me. When I was done, I have to admit no one would know me. It was a good makeover. Then he took a nude Polaroid of me, head turning slightly enough away, just enough to give the impression that I was shy or trying that I did not want to be recognized. He also took a face shot. He said it was to be for an identification that would be need. He was going to take care of it.

Next was a letter to him. Larry helped me with it.

Dear Jerome,

 My name is Denise. It shocks me that men are locked away for life 

with no regard for their needs. I know a woman married to an inmate

and she told me about you and others in prison. You, in particular,

sounded very interesting. She also told me about the congical

visitation system. I thought you might be interested in getting

together, no strings attached. I am 27, green eyed, red hair, 5’2”,

112 pounds, given to freckles. Of course we would not have to 

do anything if you did not want to, but I would be available, where

in my capacity as a woman would be able to satisfy your needs as a man.

 I am enclosing a stamped, addressed envelope, in the event you

decided to apply for a congical visit. I hope you like the picture and

am looking forward to meeting you.



                  Sincerely,

 Denise

Two weeks later a letter was waiting for us at the post office from the prison. It basically said: “The request for a congical visit petitioned by Jerome Waters has been approved for Saturday, June 7, 2003, from 4:00 p.m. to 10:00 the following morning. You will report to ‘Entrance D’ with identification one hour prior to the visit.” The letter went on to explain the rules, what I could bring and what I could not.

Next was the problem of identification. Larry, somehow, had already taken care of that. He gave me a driver’s license with the name Denise Lindale on it.

Two weeks later, after numerous doubts, discussions with Larry, and heavy sex, I presented myself as Marie Lindale to Entrance D. There was the expected paperwork, and then after signing some documents was shown to an examination room where I would be searched. After ten minutes Linda Rushing, a female guard I knew from two blocks away came in to conduct the frisking. She and her husband had been in my back yard, drinking beer and eating steaks a couple of times. I was mortified. I could not make eye contact with her. I knew she would find me out, ruin my husband’s reputation, and get him fired, etc, etc.

She started the conversation off by saying, “Not married I see, you must be one of the liberal support group types.”

I nodded and murmured, “These men are not animals, and they are human. They have needs.” I still had not made eye contact.

She just laughed and said, “All men are animals, but especially these guys are animals. Now stand up, open your blouse. Let’s get started.

I did as she instructed, amazed that she had not found me out. She started with my hair, feeling for foreign objects. Looked in my ears, then felt behind them. She put her arms inside my blouse and ran her hands up and down my back, my sides, stomach, then under my arms. She felt my breasts and slide her hand under them. Then she went up my legs first one, then the other, under my dress. She said, “You know I have to check inside?”

I nodded. Then she whispered something very surprising to me. She said, “We are supposed to wear latex gloves, but the convicts hate that because it smells lake latex afterwards. Do you want me to check you without gloves?”

“Okay,” I said, not wanting to irk the works.

Then gently she put her finger inside me. The next thing she did was to rotate her hand palm up, slide a second finger in, and make an exploratory sweep. It was very obvious that not only was she in no hurry, but that her thumb was on my clit. There was not doubt that Linda Rushing, my neighbor, liked pussy. I closed my eyes and wondered if her husband knew. She must have sensed that by closing my eyes, I was enjoying myself, because she continued her gentle circular sweeping.

When she stopped, she went to her clipboard, wrote something, tore off the note and handed it to me saying, “If you decide they are animals, give me a call. That’s my cell number.” She inserted the two fingers that had been in me, into her mouth, turned and walled away, saying “Follow me.”

She led me to my husband and said, “Larry, this is Denise Lindale. She is going to save the world, starting with Jerome Waters.”

“He is probably ready to be saved,” retorted Larry.

Linda turned to me and said, “Remember what I said honey.”

This time I made full eye-to-eye contact.

“I will.”

Larry led me off to the unit where I was about to have sex with a total stranger, a black man convicted of killing two white men.

At the entrance he said, “You still okay with this? It won’t change things between us?”

“I am okay. Everything will be fine later, maybe better. Will you hear us talking?”

“Yes,” he said, “unless you whisper.”

“I may have to wing it, say some things,” I said.

“Go for it honey,” he winked, opened the door, and stood aside.

I went in.

It wasn’t fancy, but did look clean. I could not imagine how much sex had occurred in this room. I sat on the small sofa and waited.

A few minutes later Jerome Waters entered. The door shut behind him, presumably by my husband.

I was struck by his body. He was very toned and muscled. Nice face, and smelled freshly scrubbed. He broke the ice immediately, saying, “You married?”

“Would that be a problem?” I replied.

“No, I don’t give a shit if you are married. I just want to know why you want to fuck me.”

Mesmerized by his physique, and without whispering or thought replied, “My husband’s penis is small and he ejaculates too soon.” I regretted saying it the moment it came out.

“Well, I have a dick, not a penis. It’s not small, might even hurt a prissy a little white bitch like you. I also don’t ejaculate, I cum. But I might cum too soon for you the first four or five times. I haven’t fucked a bitch in five years.”

“Then we had better get started so we can get to number six.” I said.

“One other thing,” he said, almost thoughtfully, “I don’t wear a condom and I don’t pull out. Plus, if I cum in your mouth, you swallow. Agreed?”

As I nodded my agreement, he moved across the room to me still on the sofa, unzipped, pulled out the largest penis I had ever seen, and slid it in my mouth. Before he was completely hard, before I could enjoy the full taste of his blackness, cum was shooting out of him. When he had completed the load, I swallowed.

I had not been with another man since Larry and I had marred four years earlier. It was certainly the first time I had tasted and swallowed cum of a black man. This was amazing. I had met this man maybe four minutes ago, and now I had swallowed his juice.

He did not soften but stayed hard. He went to the bed and lay on it. His massive dick stood straight up. “Take your clothes off bitch.” I got up from the couch where I had just suck him from and got naked. I didn’t try to do a strip tease or anything because I was in a hurry to join him on the bed. His eyes followed every movement.

I crawled on the bed and he spoke again. “Come up here and put your pussy in front of my face. Let me see your cunt.” I straddled his head on my knees, my pussy inches above his eyes. 

“Open it up. Show me the pink.” I pulled the lips open, exposing my hole. I could feel his breath on it “Lean forward, pull your ass cheeks apart. Let’s see your ass.” I did as he told me. “You been fucked in the ass before.”

“Yes, a couple of times, not often, but only by my husband.”

“The little dicked white fuck?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Say it,” he said.

“The little dicked white fuck has screwed me in the ass.”

In a move so sudden that I did not even realize it until he was already in me, Jerome rolled me onto my back and thrust his dick the full length into me. It took my breath away and I could not breathe. He was raging himself in me, humping me like a bull would a cow. It was so large, so huge, and so manly. Before I could get air I was spasming a massive orgasm.. It was so intense that I blacked out. That had never happened before.

The next thing I knew, Larry was in the room. Jerome was talking. I was still on my back, legs wide open, and could feel semen leaking out of me. Jerome made no effort to cover neither me nor him.

“No big deal man, the bitch just cum hard. Guess she is a screamer. She is going to do a lot of screaming the next few hours.”

“Are you alright Mame?” Larry asked. “I heard you scream.” Larry was looking alternative at my pussy and my eyes. He showed both lust and concern

“Yes,” I replied weakly.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked.

“No.” I said, a little more strongly. “I am okay. I just want, I just, I just want to be with Jerome.”

Larry nodded and slowly backed out of the door, closing it with a click as it shut.

“Little queer,” Jerome said nonchalantly, “He was staring at my dick. I’ll bet he would have sucked it if I had told him too.”

I thought to myself how hot that would be to see Larry suck this monster black cock that had just cum in both my mouth and pussy in just the last few minutes. My thought of the sight was interrupted by Jerome reaching out and fondling my breast. He knew how to touch a woman.

“I never had a bitch cum so fast. Thought maybe I had hurt you. You always cum in 30 seconds?

“No,” I answered, “I never had an orgasm like that before. You’re the first real man I ever had. It is so big. You fuck with a purpose.”

Jerome laughed. “It’s been awhile.”

With that Jerome crawled on top of my, slid his dick up me, and gently pulled my hair back, covering my mouth with his massive berry-colored lips. It felt so wonderful having this man, this real man, taking me. It dawned on me that I was his bitch. He totally owned me and could do what he wanted with me. This was one bad boy who could not only fuck, but could touch the wanton side of my soul.

This was good. As he rhythmically slid in and out of me, he formed and air lock with our lips. He breathed directly into my mouth, and then sucked the air straight from my lungs. Deep his cock went into me, followed by our recycled breath. He kept his lips tight against my smaller mouth. He blew air in, then sucked it back out. Always the same air. I was becoming light headed. His dick was close to my womb. Black spots began to appear in front of me. His dick was entering the deepest part of my womb. The black spots started turning blue. He continued to pass the same air between us. His dick found the perfect spot far up inside me. It was a spot never touched before. It was the place where babies were made. His seed would have no swimming upstream to do. They would land surrounding my egg.

At that moment, starved for oxygen, bright sparks were flashing in my head, my cunt went crazy, spasmed, and another intense orgasm struck me, this one stronger than the first. Then I slipped, again, unconscious, as I felt him shuddering, arching his back and giving me his seed. In my opinion, he was put on earth to do exactly what he was doing at that moment, putting his semen in that special spot. I love it. I slipped away.

I don’t know how long I was out, probably only a short time, but I awoke feeling a woman fulfilled. In my entire life I had never felt fulfilled as a woman. I did not even know what being fulfilled was before. I certainly knew now. This was real. Wow, I did not know what to think except that I knew I would never want it to end.

I have no idea how many times we had sex before the visitation session came to an end. He did things, lot of new things that I had not tried before. He did things I neither knew nor even imagined. I loved every bit of it. There were even a couple of times, towards the end, that we made love. Larry would later say that he heard me sometimes beg for more, sometimes screamed, often grunted, and even cried.

Eventually it was nearly over.

“Your husband knows you are here?”

“Yes.” I said.

“He queer or something?”

“No, he just knows I needed more than he could give me.”

“I guess you got it,” he laughed. “You are a good fuck. Too bad it is wasted on him.”

“I want to come back.”

He looked hard at me. “There will be some conditions,” he said.

“Anything.” I whispered.

He spoke quietly, but with authority. “Here it is. Take it or leave it. You don’t take a bath or a shower until your husband eats you. He needs to understand whose pussy it is now.”

I nodded.

“I have a cousin, she needs a job. She isn’t real smart and kind of homely, but she would make a good housekeeper. You don’t have to pay her much. She is tiny, not quite five foot tall and black as me. She and I used to be nasty together as kids, but I could never fuck her because she was so small.

I wondered where this was going, but I knew I would love some help around the house. He continued, “After he eats you, give him one last fuck. You won’t enjoy it, but he will. Then you hire Leona, my cousin. He can fuck her from now on, because you are not fucking him anymore. You will only be fucked by me or whoever I tell you to fuck..”

I didn’t know what to think.

“That’s the deal.”

The session was over. Guard shifts were timed to coincide with visitation so that a new shift came on duty for the next visitation. I drove home. Just as I pulled into the garage, Larry drove up the driveway behind me. I went into the house, through the kitchen, into the living room and sat on the couch.




Conjugal Visit



Larry appeared almost instantly, “Well, how was it?” He was clearly excited.

I pulled up my dress, and pulled my panties to one side, showing him my pussy. “Come look.”

Larry came to me, sank to his knees, and looked at my swollen cunt. I pulled the lips apart. I smelled like sex and knew it. There was cum. He was completely taken with the sight. His face moved within six inches of my gaping mound. My hole was distended and engorged. With the tip of my finger, I swabbed a glob of Jerome’s white ooze and rubbed it on my clit. I watched his eyes intently. He watched the ooze on my clit intently.

“Lick it.” I instructed.

He did.

“Eat me,” I further commanded.

He did.

Soon, he climbed on me, and came in me. I don’t know how he got off. I could barely feel him, but it did not keep him from coming. He came quick… as usual. It was just as Jerome had predicted. I did not get much out of it, except for enjoying him licking Jerome off of and out of me.

Later, after a shower, naked in bed, I told Larry about everything that happened. I told him everything except the very last part. He got horny and wanted to do it again, but I told him I was sore and probably would be for days, tired, and wanted to go to sleep.

Just before I went to sleep I told Larry that I needed some help around the house and wanted to find a housekeeper. He asked where we could find someone we could afford.

“I’ll look around.”

As I drifted off to sleep, it struck me that Jerome had been to busy to get to my ass. Oh well, he would.



Conjugal Visit



Let me begin my describing myself, I'm a 43 year old woman, brunette, with nice C cups and a small waist and a nice jiggly ass. I'm 5'9 and have great thighs and never had any complaints from any men I've been with. In addition to all of the above I'm a mother of a beautiful boy he's 18 now and quiet the handful. Not only am I a mom I'm also a wife and a homemaker which leaves me a lot of time alone as my husband works for a local company. My husband is very driven and is more focused on his next promotion and not on his matrimonial duties. This is where my life and son's life takes an exceptional turn for the worst and eventually the better.

As I stated before my son lacked the man's influence he needs to be under control and make the correct decisions in his young life. Instead my husband decided it would be a good idea to get our son a corvette for his eighteenth birthday. That was my husband's way of 'bonding' with my son, I was more the traditional mom, I kissed his ouchy's and dressed him until he was 9, I was a very touchy-feely mom and I felt he appreciated it. But when he turned 9 it was then that I started feeling something changing about my son. Whenever I would hug him, I could feel him flush and get hot...and then one day I felt IT! 

From that day on I did my best to raise him properly, but my husband would encourage unruly behavior from my son. This encouragement is what led us to the predicament were at now. Shortly after my sons 18th birthday he took the corvette and the police on a high speed chase all over our town. The judge had no mercy on my son and sentenced him to 90 days in prison. I mean he was just a boy!

The first time I was able to see him he had been incarcerated for almost 2 weeks. I was so nervous as I had never been to a jailhouse and didn't know what to expect. I signed in was searched, hell I felt like I was being processed in the jail. When it was finished I was ushered passed several inmates who were being transferred to another cell. One inmate was leering at my legs. I had made sure to wear something nice to see my son, but now I think I might have chosen a longer skirt. The one I was wearing was stretchy and silky and came just above my knee, but I think the 'hooker heels' as my girlfriends call them might have been too much. I was wearing a white silk blouse and in the light I realized that my thin lace bra was showing, this was not the half of it, my nipples are very dark and wear clearly visible.

The officer opened the door and I clicked my way over to a clear table with an office chair on one side and a metal folding chair on the other. I waited for about 5 minutes, the room was hot and had a medical smell to it, then finally the door opened and there was my little boy. He was in an orange jumpsuit and hand cuffs. When he saw me he let out a small moan and I could swear he adjusted his cock in his suit. The officer led my son over and told us we had 20 minutes. The officer turned and left the room. 

My son sat there and soaked up my body for what seemed like an eternity. When my son sat down I noticed a bulge in his suit and I could feel myself becoming flushed, I made an excuse stating the room what unbearably hot. My son finally spoke and it was like the dam of his emotions broke! He told me how he'd been in a couple of arguments and some skirmishes, but stated that it was starting to get very stressful for him. He stated that the food was horrible and that he was getting hit on by some of the older men and that he was scared someone was going to eventually rape him. He sat there for what seemed like hours unloading all of his fears and thoughts...and then he said something that hit me like a ton of bricks. He stated he would stand a better chance of avoiding being raped if the inmates knew he had, 'a piece of ass' coming to visit him. He stated that he was relieved to see me dressed kind of sexy and that he could use that to his advantage, but also said that sooner or later the inmates would find out I was his mother. I asked my son if he had a girlfriend I could possibly persuade to come visit him but he said he never had a steady girlfriend. He then asked if it was possible for me to hire a hooker for him to fuck! 

I was floored that my son would talk to me like that! What was this place doing to him? The officer opened the door and said we had five minutes left. My son seemed very apprehensive and had a look on his face like he just wanted to jump in my arms and me rock him to sleep. I knew then I had to help my son in any way I could. So very quickly I asked my son what kind of woman he is attracted too so I could try and figure out on how to get him one. He stated he want a redhead, and said he wanted the 'carpet to match the drapes' (oh my, this place is hurting my son!) and that to explain to the 'bitch' that he didn't want to talk, he just want her to be naked, bent over, and ready to fuck – no need for small talk mom. And then my son glanced down at my heels and stated he would like her to have some shoes like mine on when he fucked her good (oh my). 

As the officer led my son away I sat there dumbfounded. The little boy I had known had been taken away from me. He was not to blame, his father was. His father did this, his father bought him the damn car, never showed him any love or affection. And his father sure as hell was going to help him now. I didn't want my boy to be raped by a man or even my worst fear – gang raped by men! I was going to help him I was even if it was the last thing I did. So I had a plan as I drove away from the jail house. 

I found myself shortly cruising the hooker laden street in the red light district. I drove slowly down the street, window shopping for a 'bitch' that would satisfy my son's sexual needs and hopefully keep him safe in the county lock-up. I was in awe as I continued down the street, there was fat hookers, skinny hookers, black hookers, white hookers, tall, short, ect....how was I going to pick one for my son? 

After about 30 minutes I finally found one that I thought would quench my son's hormones. I slowly pulled to the curb and pushed the window button and leaned over to the passenger's side to speak to woman who at my first glance appeared to be about 29 years of age. As I leaned over I noticed that I had grown quite wet and my panties were now soaked. I didn't consider myself a lesbian but will all the flesh these girls were showing it was all most impossible not to get drenched. The woman had too much make-up on and the smell of cheap perfume was overwhelming. I asked her what she charged to which she responded, " at least I know you're not a cop!". The woman told me she charged 100 dollars for an hour. I asked her what she would charge for a conjugal visit and she said 500. 

After agreeing to the amount I gave her all the details that my son had requested. She stated she needed the money upfront and with that I was on my way to the nearest ATM. I withdrew the money and returned to the woman. She stated she would be there at the appointed time and I sped home trying to concoct a story to tell my husband if he asked about the missing money. I arrived home and commenced to make dinner. My husband arrived shortly and we sat down and ate, I told him about visiting our son today and was going to take him a surprise tomorrow. He stated that was fine and grabbed a cigar and a glass of rum and proceeded to watch the news. I cleaned the dishes and got ready for bed...I was too excited to sleep and tossed and turned all night. 

In the morning I rose and got dressed with a tight little black dress and hooker heels accented with some black thigh highs for fun. I drove in a daze to the jail house; it was almost as I was going to be with the hooker! I arrived 10minutes early and waited for the hooker to show up. I waited as the time slowly crept by...minute after minute...at 30 minutes past I realized the hooker had fucked me over! That bitch! I didn't know what to do I was frantic, I knew my son would be waiting...I had promised him a hole to fuck! I couldn't allow him to not be looked on as a man, I've always protected him, sheltered him, made sure he ate before I did, always put his needs before my own...this was no different right? NO! Where did that thought come from...oh God the time is running out...only thirty minutes left? Think! What could I do? Help him! It's your only choice – you don't have time to go look for another one. Then I remembered I had passed a vintage costume shop on the way to the jailhouse. 

I jumped in my minivan and sped over to the costume shop. The girl behind the counter must have noticed I was in a frantic state and asked what she could help me with. I made up a story of playing a joke on a fellow co-worker by dressing as a hooker; I don't think she bought the line. I found a red wig, lucky for me it already smelled of cigarettes, a large hat – the kind I used to wear for Easter in the early nineteen-eighties, and a pair of large 'celebrity' style white glasses with very dark lenses. I paid the girl behind the counter and thanked her as she stated that one 'lucky guy' was going to have fun. I practically leaped into the minivan and headed back to the jailhouse. I signed in as 'hooker for conjugal visit' and was escorted to a small trailer in a private section of the jailhouse. 

My heart was pounding in my chest, my blood was rushing through my veins, and my knees felt as they were going to give out any moment. Was this what a hooker's life is like; waiting to be used for nothing more than a sperm receptacle; a hole for men to fuck and dump a load of cum in? So many thoughts were rushing through my head and then a thought that freeze me in my tracks (but not the only one) – my disguise! I quickly opened the plastic bag and donned the wig and extra items. I sat there and looked around the 8 foot by 8 foot room, there was one twin bed in one corner and the white plastic chair I was sitting in that was opposite the door. To the right of the door was a small window with lace curtains on it. The lace was pretty see-through. I noticed the bed had clean sheets and the room smelled of Lysol and sex. My heart leapt in my thought when I heard voices coming from outside. It was my son being escorted by a rather large Correction Officer. They stopped short of the door and I heard the man tell my son that a very nice piece of ass was waiting for him and he wishes he was the one going into the room. I was frozen, could I go through with this, my panties were soaking now – almost reassuring me of my commitment. Then I realized what my son had said, he wanted the bitch to be bent over, panties off and ready for fucking. 

My hands flew to my hips and my thumbs looped under the black stings of the thongs and raced them down to my ankles as I wiggled my hooker heels out of the entwined thong. Somehow I managed to stand and raised my skirt above my waist exposing my wiggly ass cheeks. My hands were shaking...I heard the door knob begin to turn and I immediately grabbed the seat of the plastic white chair and arched my back, like a bitch-dog about to be fucked by a stud. I shuddered a little and dewy moister escaped on my pussy lips as I heard my son gasp at the lured sight before him. His eyes roamed all over the white heart shaped ass, her legs were spread wide, he notice that her calves were large due to always wearing those 'come fuck me' shoes and then he spotted what he had been looking for...the hairy, moistened, bush divided by tight little pink lips. He noticed the lips were swollen and glistening, almost inviting him to have a quick lick. 

I stood there motionless – or so I thought, because now I was swaying my weight from Stiletto to the other...I was almost daring my son to mount me, I couldn't believe what I was doing, my body was tempting my son to invade the most private part of his mother. I had become a true bitch in heat. I was slowly humping the air like a sex starved nympho. I heard his zipper start the long march down the prisoner coveralls, my hips began to wiggle...as I heard his moan escape his lips a wicked smile crossed my lips. I contracted my ass cheek muscles and releasing them over and over again and reveled in the show I was giving my son. As I continued the seductive propositioning, my son asked me a question that would freeze me in my tracks for the second time today.

"Do you have a condom?" Oh My God! In my rush to get the costume and come back here I totally forgot to get protection! Since I'm not on the pill (my husband, his father hasn't touched me in a loooong time) I froze like a deer in some trucks headlights. I was bent over, my fat white ass in the air; holding on to the seat of the white plastic chair, all I could do was swivel my head to look back at my son who was closing in fast. I shook my head and my son grinned a wickedly and stated he preferred 'raw-dog' and all I could do was hang my head as he grabbed my hips and prepared for the entry. My son rubbed the head of his cock on my cunt lips and smeared a lick layer of pre-cum on my already dripping pussy, the electricity of his touch was shooting up my body and making me shiver. 

My son stepped closer to me and kicked my legs even further apart with his knees making my cunt lips naturally open up to accept it rampant cock. My son maneuvered his slick cock head between my lips with a small thrust. Then he grabbed my full soft hips and thrust with all his might deep into my tight womb. I instantly moaned in the shooting pain. I felt my knees buckle but I didn't fall; how could I? I was thoroughly impaled by my sons blood engorged cock. As he began his fucking me with all his might all I could do was suck the stale air through my clenched teeth. I was moaning from the sheer pain as my son continued to invade the very womb he was birthed from. My son was practically raping his mother as I held on to the chair for dear life, pounding and pounding, his assault was relentless, my son was determined to rupture my fertile womb at all cost. I moaned and twisted hoping to find a position that would alleviate the dull to sharp pain my groin was feeling. With every moan and twist I would produce it would only spurn my son's cunt-lust to new elevated heights. His grip on my hips was like a vice and I succumbed to my fate, . .and finally focused on my white knuckled grip I had on the plastic chair. 

My son continued to pound and thrust and pull and jerk my pelvis around. I started to repeat to myself this is for my son, I was starting to get over the pain and noticed that my cunt was slick with not only my son's pre-cum, but my own aromatic juices. I began to slowly meet my son's lust filled thrust with my own timid one. I began to loosen my grip on the chair and once I felt that familiar thrusting I knew my son was close to cumming. I began to move my hips and back and flipped my fake hair back and made little whimpering sounds. This had the same reaction on my son as it did on his father, and I began to feel his thrusting become more and more earnest. As I glanced back I saw my son's body shine with sweat, his eyes were clenched and his pounding was almost unbearable, I was moaning like a cheap whore...and became more and more vocal as time passed. 

Soon I heard the labored short pants emanate from my son's throat. My back was curved like a mule whose been working the field too long. I stood there and became ridged and allowed my pussy to be fucked like a hole in the wall by my son. My son continued with urgency and his panting became shorter and shorter until he thrust his thick shaft deep into my waiting womb. His engorged cock was buried deep in my cervix and began to pulse. The thick ropes of cum began to coat my insides as he continued to mechanically pump deep in me. As if on a mind of its own...my pussy began to milk the Iron rod of my son, coaxing the impregnating seed of the man I raised from a child. His cock began to slow the tide of hot sperm and I clenched the head with my cunt muscle and held him in me, it felt soooo good to have a man use me, and then please me with his baby batter. Was I truly a whore? 

My son was arched backwards when he came in me and now began to slump down as if the sperm draining into my womb was robbing him of strength. He stayed wedged deep in me...my ass cheeks were spread apart because his abs were wedged between them. I became aware I was panting as well and sweating profusely, my legs felt like jell-o and I realized I must have cum...my head still hung down and could see between my spread legs at the obscene view. I stayed motionless as my son stepped slowly backwards...I clenched my cunt with everything I had as my son 'oohed and aahed'. One or two step more and he *pop* out of me and I could see his thick cock swing and point down as it pulled a thin rope of cum between us. As my son collapsed on the bed to catch his breath, I reached down in my bag and grabbed my thong and quickly slipped it on.

I smoothed my dress down and tried to compose myself with my back towards him. My mind must have been in a fog when I turned to look down at my son laying there with his coveralls still bunched around his ankles and noticed his cock. It wasn't limp anymore..it was throbbing and the head was swollen and looked angry. Our cum still glistened off the tip. Then my son said he was ready for round two. I could tell by the way he was eying me he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Luckily the correction officer knocked on the door and told him times up. Wow! 30 minutes just flew by! My son stated he wanted to see me again and I absently mindedly answered yes...and left the room.

The next day I went to see my son at prison. I sat in the chair and heard him being escorted down the hallway. I was a bit nervous but wanted to hear his thoughts. My son entered the room like a rooster in the hen house, he strode over to the chair and gave me a quick light kiss on the lips (he had never done that) and sat down across from me. I asked how he was and he stated he felt like a new man and wanted to thank me for finding a bitch with such a tight pussy. He called me a bitch! The ungrateful fucker. My pussy was sore as hell this morning and was raw from the inside thanks to him! I controlled my reaction and told him he was welcomed. He immediately asked for the same hooker again. He said she was really clean and he enjoyed her hairy pussy. He quickly pointed out all the highlights and made me promise him I would hire her again. I begrudgingly agreed and that brought a huge smile to his face. He said your promise, promise? I said yes. And then he drops the mother of all bombs on me. He say quite matter-of-factly, make sure and pay her extra because next time...I'm fucking that tight little hairy asshole of hers, and this time I'm going to jack off and cum before I go into the room, I want to last even longer and really make the slut cry for mercy! I didn't know what to say, he had his way with my unprotected womb and now this? I sat there pale from the face, trying to grasp my fate awaiting me on our next visit. How can I gather the strength to allow my son to rape my anus? How? What am I going to do?

               The End?

*****This is my first story, much less from a woman's perspective so keep that in mind when leaving comments please. All comments welcomed and again, ladies I' not trying to over step my bounds, but just felt like the story would be more interesting from the mom's point of view. So ladies let me know if I came close to you guys perspective. Thank you for reading, and hoped it brought everyone pleasure. Would love to hear from the ladies...yeah I know, guys will be guys, eh...live with it...lol*****



Conjugal Visit



Emily had been trying to converse sensibly with Dan, but she was hit with pangs of pain from her bladder, now demanding relief. Dan had confessed to her his own desperate need, which he was trying to control. She reached down, seized his penis in her hand, and squeezed it.

"Gad, but you feel good!" he responded to her touch. "Hold it tight, maybe it will help keep me from leaking! I need all the help you can give me!"

"What about me? You can't help me hold, can you?" He put his hand on her crotch, and held it tightly. Her arousal was apparent from the wetness he felt. "I hope that isn't pee!" he whispered in her ear. "It isn't" she answered back, "but don't push in on me- there is about a gallon of pee inside, and it all wants out! Dan - I need you, I need - we've got to help each other!" 

Between snatches of conversation about more mundane matters, they were both very aroused. Dan held her breasts, kissing them and squeezing the nipples, while she protested about her appearance, "Dan, I look awful, and I smell bad; I haven't had a bath in days, my legs are hairy, and.." "You look great. I wouldn't change a thing. Except I wish I had a plug to put in you to keep you from leaking - I want this to go on forever!" 

"Dan, you've got a plug, a good one, and I know it fits" she answered quickly, squeezing his penis with her strong fingers. 

"Emily, we can't! Oh, I wish we could, but we have to stay standing up! What if you should leak?"

"Dan," she answered with confidence, "I need that plug in me! I think I can manage the position - I won't fall; and, anyway, you can hold me by my handles so I don't slip! I think if I have you in me it will be easier to hold on - and I want you so much- so, so, much!" 

"Handles?" he asked, squeezing her breasts, one with each hand, admiring her attempt at humor. 

Carefully, she spread her legs, as he bent backward slightly, both hands holding her breasts. She guided his penis into her, bending back slightly. The onlookers began to cheer, fascinated with the performance.

They found it was a difficult balancing act, he holding her by the breasts, she gripping him at the waist, both of them bending backward as he slid into her.

They held the position, neither of them moving. She made sounds of mixed pain and pleasure, adding "Never like this - oh, I want you to hold it! Just stay this way! Oh, my bladder! But, it doesn't feel as bad with you there- you've got to stay, it gives me a little relief. Don't move just yet!"

He was in her, and the tightness of her body lessened his own holding problem. She was so tight! She hadn't had sex for months, and with her full bladder forcing her to tighten all of her pelvic muscles, it felt as though his penis was in a vise. They tried to hold the pose. The onlookers quieted down in anticipation.

After several minutes, she moved slightly and called to him, "Go on - I can hold it in! Go on - it will help us both hold." She had her head thrown back, looking upward, still feeling both of his hands holding her firmly by the breasts.

He began to move slightly. It wasn't easy, they didn't dare slip and fall. Her grip on him was so tight that his motions were difficult at first, but gradually became easier. 

As he moved slowly within her, she suddenly said, in a calm voice, "You know, I can't even feel my bladder any more. This has got to be the best way to stop it from hurting!"

"Me, too," he answered, "I can't feel my bladder either! Let's keep it going as long as we can!"

He tried to keep his motion slow, despite the intense arousal both of them were now feeling. Slowly she brought her head back to face him, displaying an ecstatic smile. She moved her hands up, holding him by his sides. His grip on her breasts never slackened. He pulled them apart, massaging them with his strong grip, as he manipulated them.

Her orgasm came in an ecstatic explosion. Her body jerked, her head jumped backward. He squeezed her nipples hard at the very moment, not yet reaching his own explosive point. He continued to thrust a moment or two, then reached his own climax with a loud moan and a sudden cessation of his movement.

Gradually they came down from the clouds, looking at each other, still standing there, hands on each other, ignoring the onlookers. They had stayed on their feet. Neither had peed. They were still connected.

She still had her sense of humor. "You want out?" she asked, "I still need the plug, you know. Bladder's still full. Oh, it's starting to hurt again!" 

He slowly withdrew his now flaccid member. She immediately took it in her hand and squeezed tightly near the tip. "Keep the valve shut - I don't want to lose you yet!"

Sexually relieved, thoroughly enjoying each other, they stood together in an odd posture; she, holding the tip of his penis in a tight grasp, and he pressing his fingers through her labia, trying to press her urethra closed. The pain of their bladders both drew them together in a common misery, and forced them to face their coming separation when one or the other could no longer hold it.

They kept it up half an hour or so, conversing quietly. They stood together, hardly moving their feet, but both fidgeting and twitching nervously throughout their lower bodies. Then came the breaking point as he exclaimed to her, "Try holding it tighter, right at the tip; I can't hold back any longer!" She tightened her grip at the tip of his penis, trying hard to pinch it shut. It didn't work. There was a slight spurt from the tip. She squeezed tighter, but it was too late. The watchers noticed. Men moved to separate them, starting to pull him away. His urine started to shoot out in a stream, falling to the platform. They grasped each other for one final embrace, as he was dragged away, peeing furiously.

She was pulled off the platform, taken down the steps. The officer escorted her out the door. As they stepped to the outdoors, he stood her on the bare ground adjoining the building. He pointed down. "Pee!" he commanded. She complied, legs spread, still standing, a forceful stream pouring from her. She could see a group of soldiers watching. She didn't care. She had her Dan. They had made her stand, and she was still on her feet.

She was led back to the room where her underwear had been left. She was allowed hastily to put on her meager cover, and then was driven back to the women's compound. At the commander's office, she retrieved her dress and shoes. She walked to her barracks. She had not felt so good in a long time.

She didn't get to see Dan again, until their release over two years later. 

As Emily and Dan arrived at their house, he again asked her if she was still thinking about the visit they had those forty years ago. She turned to him with her usual smile, "Could I ever forget that? But, Dan, how could I ever tell it to anyone else?"

"Would you go through it again," Dan asked her.

"I'll never have to. I'm an old lady now." They unlocked the door and went in. "It's been a long day," she continued. "I haven't had a bathroom break since before the program. I badly need a pee, and a shower, and I'm ready for bed!" She put down her belongings and started toward the bathroom. Dan grabbed her, gently.

"I need a bathroom stop, too, and I like your menu, but let's change the order a bit. There was a time when you were willing to put off the pee and the shower.." his voice trailed off, as he kissed her lightly. Then he pulled her away from the direction of the bathroom, pointing her toward their bedroom instead. As they went through the door, he turned her around and reached to unbutton her blouse, only to find she already had it completely unfastened, and was unsnapping her bra.. Dropping both on a chair, she turned to him bare breasted, and gave him that smile again, saying "At least it's going to be a bed, and not standing on a platform, but you can still use the handles." 

As he followed her instructions, she shook her head, adding, "How would you ever tell the grandchildren?" 

END