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Hard Time

By: Dr. Bull



I was doing thirty days on a bogus DWUI charge at the local county jail. I was there about a week when they moved me back to the trustee section. No big deal washing dishes, laundry, mopping some floors and what ever else the guards needed. I'd been there before and they like me, so I get moved back to work. The guys had all been there a few years, but since the last time I was in they had hired a female officer. Deputy Snider stood not much over five foot and had bright red hair, lots of freckles, large breasts and a plump ass, not really fat but plump.

While in general population she treated us like the male guards did sort of stand offish and strict. But once you moved back to trustee she backed off and let us do pretty much what we wanted. Her husband was the state trooper that busted me, he liked to come in the jail and watch her work while he gave us flack. Then she moved to night shift and my time became much more enjoyable. The night shift only had one officer on at a time, she started having me come out to the commons area to sweep and mop the floor, or do the laundry after everyone else had been locked down for the night. I didn't mind much since I was sleeping most the day anyway, besides it was nice talking with a lady any lady. The only female we get near besides the cook and the cook was in her sixties.

The first couple nights I noticed Deputy Snider watching me as I did my job, her eyes followed me around the jail. On the third day I was in the backroom doing laundry when she came in jumped up on the dryer and started talking to me, her shirt appeared to be unbuttoned farther than normal. But cop shirts are different they only look like they button, there's a button at the top and a zipper running down to another button at the bottom. Usually she wore hers buttoned up regulation style, her breasts were very large for her size and always looked like the were trying to bust out of her shirt, but tonight it was unzipped down past the crest of her large breasts. The zipper still strained with the pressure her tits were still putting on the shirt, as the dryer shook and she talked, her the zipper slipped lower exposing more of her breast and the bra that appeared to small to contain their cargo. The phone rang and she jumped up leaving the room, zipping her shirt as she went out the door.

Fifteen minutes later she came back and hopped back on the dryer, something about her was different as she sat there talking and bouncing she seemed to be bouncing more. That was it, while she was gone she had removed her bra. The fabric of her shirt seemed even more strained than before with nothing keeping her mountains of flesh restrained, the zipper was making the same migration as before each time I turned away from her it lowered an inch or so. It had worked its way past the top of her breast and was headed down the front of them when I turned to put the last load away. I turned as she yawned and stretched like a cat, arms up, back arched and her shirt exploded away from the largest set of tits I have ever seen.

"Oops! This could be a problem" she said as she took her shirt off and set it on the washing machine. Hopping off the dryer she unfastened her belt wiggling out of her tight brown pants, as her panties went down with her pants her fiery red pussy hair flashing in the light. Moments ago she was a cop keeping me a prisoner, now a beautiful naked woman stood looking at me. "Well??" she giggled at me and I moved reaching for her. "Hold it Convict!" she might be nude but her tone still said "COP" "put your hands on the wall, it's time you were properly 'strip' searched". She spun me towards the wall, my hands catching the wall to keep from hitting my face. She reached around doing a standard pat down search, she grabbed my crotch and squeezed "this feels like a weapon to me". She shoved me forward grabbing the collar of my uniform pulling the orange coveralls off over my shoulders the Velcro closures parting as she pulled they fell to my feet "kick them to the side" came the flat hard command.

My underwear were torn from me next, I started to turn and was slammed into the wall again her tits smashed into my back holding me off balance against the wall, she knew her business. "Don't move till your told to she growled. Her hands started at my head and she covered every inch as she worked her way down to my legs. Her hand knife bladed into my ass bringing me to attention, she reached around me grabbing my nine-inch member and spun me around to face her. Her tits smashed into my belly keeping my back to the wall, who was I to resist? "Is this thing loaded?" She smiled as she started fucking me with her tits, as the head of my cock pushed its way to the top of her ample breasts; she licked the precum slowly from it. "Now Tiger let's see what you can do".

I lifted her up by her waist setting her on the vibrating dryer and started working my tongue down her neck and chest spending time pleasuring each nipple on my way to her fiery love patch. By the time I reached her clitoris her juices were flowing and the top of the dryer was getting slick. I lifted her slightly sliding deep into her, she wrapped her legs around me pulling me deep inside. She slammed up and down onto my shaft her large breasts slamming in my face. She came with a force, her juices flowing over me and down my legs. As we came her heels dug into me nearly breaking my back, our spasms sub sided and she released her grip on me.

"Back up Johnson!" her voice was all cop again. She slipped her pants back on, tucking her breasts into her shirt and the shirt into the pants, covering her marvelous red pussy. "Clean this up, and finish your work" she winked and went out the door back to her desk. For a minute I stood wondering about her, then went back to work cleaning the laundry room. She came back later and put me back in the cell "keep this between us, it'll make time easier for you" she ran her finger up and down my chest. As she locked the door behind me I had a feeling this was going to be the "best Jail sentence" I ever had, and you know... it was.

Hard Time



As a teen I'd started smoking dope to be part of the cool crowd, by 18 I was dealing kilo bricks and now at 21 I was looking at 40 years with no parole for trafficking drugs and child molestation. Some totally hot looking underage cunt set me up on a deal, had me convinced she was some hot movie stars daughter.

How was I to know that what I thought was a 19 year old crack whore was actually a 14 year old favorite niece of one of the local Judges. The bitch wore more makeup than Tammy Faye and less clothes than Cher. When I met her she was chugging beer at a friends party and later that night she was chugging my cum in the guest bathroom. She had wads of cash and partied like a pro and could have passed easy for 22 or 23. I sold her a few pounds of the good shit and she told me how she could move 50 pounds at a shot. I always liked doing one big deal over a bunch of little ones and I really liked fucking the tight ass of this hot little nymphomaniac. The blow jobs anytime she thought less than 5 people were looking were nice too.

I was watching myself in the mirror drilling her ass hard and she was squealing like a kitten in heat when the door exploded and suddenly I was kneeling between her legs with her still pumping her ass and my hands in the air and 8 guys with guns looking at her pumping ass but pointing their guns at my head. I almost laughed

out loud when I looked at the mirror again and saw that I still had a full on Woodie waving at all the nice policemen. Just then she stops and looks around and says "FUCK! Not yet! I was almost there!" She turned and sat cross legged and rubbed her clit while she lit a cigarette, no one made any effort to help her cover her spread and wet pussy or stop watching her rub her clit. I was in cuffs before my hard on was gone and she was still stroking her clit as I was led out of the Hotel bare ass naked. Someone found a blanket to put on the seat of the squad car, but nobody could find one to cover me from the 50 people that got an eyeful of my semi hard cock still dripping her ass juice.

I'm sure the entry team made another entry on the little slut after they hustled me out of the Hotel. I saw her in the Booking section later and she was looking "satisfied". She smiled at me as they walked past and said "Sorry, you were a great fuck." Later I saw her run up to an old man and hug him, sobbing. Turns out it's the cunts Uncle and he's a Judge. She tells them I kidnapped and drugged her and fuck if they don't buy it. She plays up how she was going to her friends house to study when I come by and invite her to go to the library so she gets in and I pull a gun and force her to give me head while we drive to the Hotel. She reenacts all of our sex scenes in detail on the stand except she changes them to make me the attacker and her the raped little girl. In reality she dove on my cock within 5 minutes of the first time she met me and she got in my car that night because she was buying 40 pounds of primo bud and she thought a Hotel room would be a great place to "do the deal and then fuck" as she put it. The Jury wanted to castrate me themselves by the time

they finished. Somehow the 3 hours of video I had of me and her fucking never got entered into evidence. I'm sure some cop is getting it off on them, most likely the cunts Uncle and her.

"Oh, BabyGirl, did you like it when you deep throated his cock?", "Yes, Uncle, but I like your little peepee better!" Fucking cunt!

I was never intended for jail life, being above average in height, slender build and boyish good looks made me real lucky with the ladies and a favorite of more than a few of their Mothers as well. I had tried a circle jerk with a couple jocks back in High School but wasn't really turned on by looking at other guys cocks.

Now I found myself walking naked down a long gray hall with my clothes and sheets and pillow held so that there was chance of covering my cock from the leering and catcalls coming from the other cells. I suppose that the naked walk to your cell is part of the ritual humiliation, or perhaps they just take bets on which ones will get a hard on before the reach their cell. I had a dozen promises to split my sweet ass and twice that to fill my mouth with cock by the time I reached my cell. I stepped in and looked at the man sitting on the bottom bunk, he was massive, with biker style tattoos covering his bare arms and chest and he was wearing only his prison boxer shorts.

He looked at me and smiled and in a low and leering voice said "God damn, either I did something really nice or your did something really bad for them to send such a sweet piece to me" I walked slowly over to the bed and tried to stay as far from him as I could as I put my bundle on the top bunk. I had just reached for my clothes when I felt his hand grip my cock and balls. It felt like a vise had clamped my cock and he squeezed then released my nuts just enough to let me know that he could crush them if I resisted. I let him pull me to him and when he slid his other hand up my ass crack I clenched my cheeks. A squeeze of my nuts let me know that would not be accepted and I relaxed my ass as much as I could while he probed me, sticking first one then two fingers in my ass and making grunting noises as he dry fucked me in my butt with his fingers. I tried to think of a way to make him stop but he tugged my balls hard and forced me to kneel in front of him. He took my head between his hands and forced his thumbs into my jaw until my mouth was open wide. "Pull it out and suck it, bitch!" he growled loud enough to be heard several calls away. As the cat calls started I opened his fly and pulled out a huge cock that throbbed and swelled as I stroked it, and when he forced my mouth over it I hoped I wouldn't have to swallow his cum. He was at least 8 inches long, thick and uncut. He pumped my head several times and told me that if I didn't suck it he would dry fuck my ass. I knew that that huge tool would rip me apart so I started sucking, pulling the foreskin into my lips, pushing it over his glans, sucking hard as he thrust into my mouth and trying to make him cum before he could get to my ass. I decided that I was going to get cum in my mouth and that it was better than him pushing that cock in my virgin ass. He told me that if I spilled a drop he would fist fuck me and seconds later I felt him stiffen and start shooting wads of cum down my throat. I swallowed and sucked and managed to keep from gagging and throwing up as he sprayed the last and pulled his softening cock from my face.

I slumped on the floor, naked and defeated and feeling the soreness in my jaws from his cock and the churning in my belly from his cum. He got up, picked up a cigarette and lit it and walked to the bars, his cock still swinging outside his shorts. "She's a sweet little sucker, and her ass is virgin!"

Shouts and challenges roared through the cells, offers of packs of smokes and other things were tossed around for the right to fuck me first and he told the voice that offered 8 packs that he could have me. I had not even been in this hell hole for an hour and I'd already been skull fucked, had my ass fingered and had my virginity traded for less than a carton of cigarettes. I decided as I curled up on my bunk naked and sobbing that I would find a way to get even with everyone that had a hand in putting me here.

The bunk was hard and the sounds of others getting fucked or sucking or just sobbing could be heard coming through the bars. I tried to sleep but every time I actually did fall asleep I had nightmares of gang rapes that woke me up again. When the bell rang and I heard the locks open on the cells I was suddenly terrified. At least while the cell was locked down I was safe from the others out there. My cell mate rolled out of bed and went over to the steel shitter in one corner. I turned to the wall and tried to ignore the sounds of his shit and piss and animal grunts as he emptied his bowels and bladder. He flushed and I heard him walk back to the bads. "Get the fuck out of that rack, meat" he snarled at me. I slid over the side of the bunk and as soon as my feet hit the floor he pushed me down in front of him. He was naked from the dirty t shirt down and his cock was 1/2 erect. He told me that I was to suck him off every morning and pushed my head to his groin.

I opened my lips and sucked the cock with deliberate detachment, trying to imagine myself someplace far away when his cock pulled from my mouth and his knee came up and hit my chin with enough force to knock me to the floor. "Get up, Bitch! And you better suck it like you know how" I took his cock into my sore mouth and sucked him deep and tried to make it the best blow job he'd ever had. I figured that the sooner I got him off the sooner I could shit and shower. He grabbed my head and moaned as he thrust deep into my throat and I felt thick cords of cum pour into me again. He pulled out and wiped the last few drops of cum on my face and started getting dressed. I went over to the shitter and sat down, letting the piss and shit drain from me. I wanted to turn around and throw up the load of cum, but I knew it would get me another beating.

I was just wiping my ass with what passed for toilet paper when there was a grunt at the cell door and I looked up to see a huge black man leering at me with 8 packs of PallMall in his giant hand. He handed them to my cell mate who stashed them under his pillow and grabbed his shirt and walked out of the cell. I pulled my pants up and tried to think of a way to talk my way out of this. "Take them pants off girl or I'll take em off ya."

"Please, you don't have to to do this" I whimpered as he slipped off his shoes and dropped his pants. He had a huge cock and balls and I tried to look away but he took two steps across the cell and grabbed my neck in his giant fist. I felt my brain start to fog out as he pulled my pants, ripping them down the front. He grabbed my cock and balls and rubbed them roughly before he tossed me by the neck towards the bed. I was gasping to catch my breath as he got on his knees behind me and spread my legs wide. I heard something that made me turn and there were a dozen or more guys watching my rape from the cell door.

I felt his cock press on my ass and realized he was going to dry fuck my virgin asshole. I quickly spit on my fingers and reached between my legs, spreading the spit on my hole just as he laughed and pushed hard. I screamed and felt my face being shoved into the mattress as his cock head ripped into my hole. I tried to unclench my butt but the pain and terror was too intense. He shoved again and I must have blacked out from the pain. When the fog lifted my first thought was that I'd some how hurt my ass falling, then reality came back in a flood of emotion as I felt his cock stroking deep inside me. I pulled the soiled and smelly sheets around my face to hid my cries as he fucked me harder and deeper and faster. I could feel his balls slapping on mine and felt his hands on my hips pulling my ass to him harder with each thrust. He tightened and I knew he was dumping his load deep in my ass. He held me in his tight grip for a moment, not moving as he savored the feeling of my ass around his cock then the huge tool slid out and I felt something running down my legs.

The huge man leaned over me and grabbed my hair, twisting my face around to his, "That was nice, but next time I expect you to tell me how much you love my cock up your ass while I'm fucking you." He clenched the fist full of hair tighter and I told him "Yes Sir, I love your cock up my ass!" and he laughed, and turned to the groups still watching from the bars. "Tell 'em" he said, I hesitated and grabbed my cock and balls with his other had and squeezed until I screamed again, "Tell'em" he said again and I said loudly "I love his cock in my ass!" and they all roared and I felt my rapists hands release me and I fell to the floor with my head on the bunk. I could feel the puddle of cum forming under me and thought for a moment that it was over.

"Five minutes for two packs!" I heard my cell mate say, and as I looked up 4 men were handing my cell mate packs and they were allowed into the cell and started undressing.

One of the men slipped his pants off and jumped on the top bunk, he had a small cock that I thought at first was not hard, I was forced to stand and put my face in his lap and I saw that he was fully hard just very slim and about 4"s long. I let him push it in my mouth as I felt my ass cheeks spread and a tongue slide across my balls and up to my asshole. The com was sucking the cum from my ass! "Move it, you can have the next load" one of the others said and the licker was pushed aside and I felt a cock slide about three inches up me, he pumped me about 20 times real fast and came even faster, his cock was quickly replaced by the sucking moth and I was rock hard by the time he had reamed out my sore ass with his tender tongue. I felt the little cock in my mouth start spurting and was amazed that the little pecker just kept unloading wad after wad of hot cum into my mouth. I couldn't hold it and wads poured out onto my bunk. I wondered why the other guy hadn't started fucking my ass yet when I pulled my face out of small cocks lap and saw the last man stroking about 8 inches of slender cock. I knew from my most recent introduction to cock sucking that it would be simple to swallow it and wondered how many strokes it would take to get it all the way down.

I thought for a moment how easy it had been to turn me into a cock sucking whore wondering if he could deep throat a cock in two strokes, then I turned and knelt down in the puddle of cum on the floor and let the old man push his cock slowly into my mouth. It took me three tries to get him all the way down to the balls. I kept his cock deep in my throat and tried all the tricks I could remember great deepthroaters trying on me and when he started cumming I just kept swallowing until I felt his knees weaken. I let his cock slowly slide out of my throat while he sat down then grabbed the still hard hose and guided it back down my throat. I held it there, swallowing and humming until it was soft. He took my head in strong, old hands and looked tenderly into my eyes. "Thanks for the best blow job I've ever had!" I felt proud that I'd been the best the old goat had ever had and leaned down and sucked his balls into my mouth. He let me suck them a little then told me to come back tomorrow when the pumps primed again. I reached around and rubbed at my sore ass as 4 more men entered the cell.



Hard Time



Everyone has that "doofus moment" when they do something so incredibly stupid that people and even they ask "What the hell was I thinking?" Mine came when I gave up a promising college and football career as a starring linebacker and running back to knock over a "7-11" and as a result, drew 23 years hard time in state prison.

  Growing up I had a fairly normal childhood and teen years in most ways except for one. I came from a large family, and I don't mean in numbers, I mean in body size. In short, by the time I had reached my full adult height at age 17, I was massive. I was not fat but very muscular, built like a NFL football linebacker and I stood seven feet-three inches tall and weighed over 300 pounds(326 to be exact.)

  I came from a "normal" family in rural Kentucky in the country just outside of a small city of about 30,000 people.  My dad was 6'8' and 265 pounds and was a successful well known and well respected District attorney. He was well in staunched in local politics and won every election he was in and people who knew him best called "Big Mack" in that his last name was Mac Elroy.

  Mom was pretty tall also. She was 6'4" 160 pounds, very pretty and well built (38DD-28-37) She had dark jet black raven hair dark eyes that could peer deep into your soul and was athletic and a well respected pharmacist. 

  My little sister Stella who was about 2 years younger than me(21 months to be exact) would take after mom. She would grow up slightly taller (6'6" tall at her full adult height) and measured exactly like mom(38DD-38-37) and weighed 170 pounds. Stella was a knockout and had the same dark shoulder length straight jet black raven hair and enchanting dark eyes along with pouty lips and an air about her that was enticing and could ensnare any man and often did.

  As for me, I got dad's brownish blonde hair and hazel eyes I also inherited his body size in that he was muscular and not very fat. I just turned out incredibly large but I didn't mind. It served me well in school and would come to serve me well in prison.

  My nickname in high school was "Goliath." I pretty much enjoyed the irony of that name, especially since my birth name was David. Stella would reach her full adult height and weight at 16 and her nickname was Amazon, which she proudly wore but no one dared call her that to her face.

  Before we reached our full heights we were only slightly taller than average at least until middle school when we hit our growth spurts. When I entered 8th grade at 13, I had had my first spurt and went from 5'11 185 pounds to 6'6" 245 pounds. I had my second spurt the summer between my junior and senior years and grew to my present height of 7'3" 326 pounds

  Stella was about the same but she matured earlier. When she was 11 she went from 5'6" 115 pounds to 6 feet 150 pounds. Her second growth spurt hit when she was 15 and she went to her height of 6'6" and 170 pounds.

  Even though lots of people thought we were "freakishly huge" they still wanted us to play on their teams. I played football in high school and that is where I received my nickname "Goliath" because I was unstoppable both as a linebacker and running back. 

  Stella was a star power forward on the girl's high school basketball team and also played on the volleyball team  Stella and I also were proficient academically. I was on the debate team, Science Olympiad and on the Math Team and a member of the Math Honor's fraternity Mu Alpha Theta. Stella was on the Science and Math Teams with me as well as Future Business Leaders of America.

  Outside of school we also had our activities. We were both into Martial Arts and very good at it( 3rd degree black belts). We competed regularly on the local, state, and regional levels where we won several first place and second place awards. We would go to the nationals my junior year in high school and I took seventh place in my category and Stella took fifth overall. In the sparring, competitions, we both placed third.

  After high school I was given a full football scholarship to the State University in Kentucky. I played for 1 and one- half seasons until that fateful night that would end my career.

  While I played I was the star and even had pro scouts wanting me to sign right then and there, but I was studying finance, and computers and even had aspirations of going to law school and then one warm night in October, it all ended.

  I had been to a Frat party that night and had a couple of beers and a few shooters and was somewhat tipsy but still in control. I decided to make a beer run with a couple of frat boys I really didn't know(HUGE MISTAKE) and they decided instead of paying for the beer they were going to rob the place.

  I stayed outside and served as lookout while the two guys I was with went inside. A couple of shots were fired, mainly into the ceiling and wall because the owner spooked one of the other guys and he nervously discharged the gun. We got away but were caught an hour later and arrested at the frat house.

  I was sent to jail and the two frat boys who were with me tried to say I was the one who knocked over the store fired the shots. Thank god for video tape because it clearly showed on the camera going out that the two robbers measured less than 6 feet as marked on the side of the door and the owner testified he would have remembered someone as large as me .

  I still, however, had to face charges for being there and under Kentucky law was charged with the same crime they were just because I was there and because a weapon was involved and discharged what would have been a 10-12 year sentence was doubled to 20-25. Also, there was a newly elected hot shot "Bulldog" DA trying to make a name for himself with this case so he made sure I got the max.

  Dad and mom came up and tried to get me out. Dad told me "Just say you didn't do it and we will get you out." I couldn't do that, mainly because dad had pounded into my psyche(brain) "You man-up and own up to what you do." When I told him that we got into a big argument and that is when I saw how huge of a hypocrite he really was and called him on it.

  "Fine," he said. "You want to rot in prison then so be it. I wash my hands of you and the whole affair."

  Mom on the other hand was livid at dad and saw him for the hypocrite he was and called her brother Leon who at the time, was a well connected and respected business man in Cincinnati Ohio and owned a publishing company. He pulled some strings and within a couple of hours had arranged to get the best lawyer money could buy. 

  Stella who would come see me almost every day seeing that we had been extremely close our whole life. Stella and I were closer than normal brothers and sister but we weren't lovers but we should have been. We both had secret crushes on each other which we didn't hide very well and were inseparable and preferred spending time with each other than going out on a date.

  Apart from mom, Stella was the only one who stood by me when pled guilty to the crime. I felt I had to in order to live with myself. Also I would make a public apology on television. 

  At a news conference, I laid out exactly what happened, that what I did was stupid and that I took full responsibility for MY actions. I asked for forgiveness not only from the college and fans but from my old high school and people in my town who had looked up to me as a role model and idol

  I made no excuses for what I did and fully owned up to what I had done. The primary reason made the public apology was not to a swage some guilt I felt, although may have been a small part of it; Mostly, it was to let those who had believed in me that I was still the same person I had always been and because of one series of events led on by a chain of stupid choices, my life took a downfall. 

   Stella  18 and I was 20 when I entered my plea of guilty at my hearing on October 23 1985, was sent to prison on November 7 1985 and would be released free and clear(no parole) March 18 2009. In all I served 23 years, 4 months and 11 days(4 days shy of my 44th birthday) and Stella was there for me all the time.

  When the officer was leading me away( a very nice older black lady named Mavis who befriended me my time in jail waiting my hearing), Stella ran up to me and hugged me. When another court officer tried to pull Stella away from me , Mavis said it was alright to let Stella say goodbye.

  "I will wait for you Dave," Stella said crying. "I promise I will wait for you and be here when you get out. I love you so much and will always be here for you," and with that she gave me a long tongue probing kiss full on the lips that lasted a good 30 seconds.

  "I love you too sweetheart," I replied as she broke the kiss. "Don't fret I will be okay," and grabbed her hand lovingly and gently caressed it.

  "It's time to go child" Mavis said somberly and with that I was led away."

  I cried as I left the court room and Mavis did her best to console me because she knew I wasn't a hardened criminal but a young man who made a foolish mistake.

  If Stella could have stayed with me she would have but she had to finish her senior year. However she would write me everyday. This is when I found out her feelings for me. 

  Her letters always opened " My dearest Mon Cherie" and singed "Your ever loving faithful Stella" and were written like one would write a lover rather than a brother. I didn't mind because I had always liked Stella too that way but assumed it was a one way street. I would write to her like a lover as well and when people would ask who was writing me I told them she was my best friend growing up.

  Like I said earlier, my height and size would serve me well in prison. In jail, no one messed with me because of my size and because it was a small town jail. Prison however is a very different world. To steal a line from the Wizard of Oz, "I wasn't in Kansas anymore."

  Everyone knows that in prison you are going to have those who try to take advantage of you and who love and prey on "Fresh meat" as you could call it. There are gangs that try to recruit you or get to you, predators also sometimes called "wolves" that would love to make you their prison "bitch" and any other assorted people who love to take advantage of you.

  When I first entered prison it was almost like that scene in "The Green Mile" when the guards were escorting "John Koffee" to his cell and the people were like "where the hell did he come from" and were somewhat leery of him. 

  At first people were leery of me and left me alone too scared to mess with me; Unfortunately, however, that initial shock was short lived and after a couple of weeks three fools tried to take advantage of me and my cell mate. Much to their surprise and dismay, I put them down in a hurry. They tried to attack us one morning after chow and two were sent to the hospital with broken ribs and arms and one of them I sent him to the ICU when I turned his shank on him and stabbed him in self defense.

The two with broken ribs and arms survived and were transferred. The one I sent to the ICU was on a ventilator  machine to help him breath for 2 months and he was later transferred to another facility.

  After that incident I quickly earned my reputation as Goliath and no one decided to mess with me seeing there was no one brave enough or foolish enough to consider himself a "David."

  I did had to go before a disciplinary hearing for fighting but was cleared. The two officers on the scene who witnessed the attack take place testified that the three men were the aggressors as did my cell-mate and much to my pleasant surprise several fellow cons.

  I quickly became one people looked up to mainly for my size and was well respected not only by the other convicts but by the staff as well. I served my time without incident and was a model prisoner.

   Within three years I earned privileges such as my own cell in the minimum security section and to have contact visits. Later I would get to move to the honor dorm. I also earned the right to continue my education but this time I chose computers and accounting. 

  It took me six years but I finally earned my BS from the University of Kentucky by the correspondence program. I also got a job writing a column in the prison newspaper and would run the law library for 4 days a week.

  Lastly I became involved in the state's version of the "Scared Straight" program where youthful offenders see what it is like to be in prison. I would tell them my story and how I believed "it would never happen to me." 

  Stella on the other hand pursued her own career in the Air Force. I remember when she came to see me the summer she graduated in 1986. She told me she had a chance to go into the Air Force to study computers and they would send her to college and make her an officer. In exchange she would have to give them twelve years.

  She was excited but torn as well. She didn't want to leave me I told her to pursue her dream that I wasn't going anywhere soon. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips and said she loved me and would be here for me when I got out.

  Stella did tell me one thing not as an offense but as an emancipation for her and in honor of me. She told me she had her name legally changed to Mom's brother Leon's last name, Wilson. After the way dad had treated me she could not bare the name of a hypocrite and said she would be Stella Wilson from now on.

  She did not expect me to change my name and didn't mind if I kept it. As for her it was her own choice and I respected her for that and it would serve us good later on.

  Stella would go on to pursue her Air Force dream and instead of giving them twelve years she gave around 21 years and 5 months retiring with the rank of Lt Col.  

  She wrote me faithfully every day and basically told me what she did that day and asked me how my day was. She would send me pictures of herself at different stages in her career. She sent me a picture when she graduated boot camp, when she completed OCS, after each promotion, and when she finished college.

  Our relationship would grow close and we fell in love with each other and became soulmates. It was different than your typical prison relationship, we both had known each other for life and were committed to each other. 

  Stella would get thirty days of leave a year and she divided them up every three months and would make the trip from the Air Force base she was stationed at in Oklahoma, the same base that houses the B-2 bomber and come see me.

  Since I had earned the right to be housed in the honor dorm I could contact visits up to 3 times a week and Stella and I would take advantage of that. Stella always hugged me and kissed me on the lips then we sat held hands and talked.

  About 14 years into my sentence I was told I could have what was known as "Family Contact Visits" otherwise known as Conjugal visits and that is the first time Stella and I would make love.

  I was a warm day in May and Stella had just made captain. The guard escorted me from the dorm to overnight visitation area. He told me I had 48 hours and when I got there Stella was waiting for me After the guard left we wasted no time.

  We embraced and passionately kissed, our tongues probing each other's mouths. Our hands ran over each other's bodies as we tore each other's clothes off until we were both naked.

  Stella sat me down on the couch sat on my lap and taking my cock in her hand guided it into her oh so sweetly pink and smooth newly shaven pussy and began riding me. My hard tool felt so good in Stella's pussy as her sugar walls gripped the sides of my cock and milked it for all it was worth.

  I grabbed Stella's hips and guided them as she rode me fast and furiously. I would even buck up and meet her motions with my own.

  Just then Stella's hymen broke and she moaned "Oh yes, I am complete now."

  We were so fucking horny that it didn't take long after that for us to cum. Stella was the first to cum and she cried out "Oh god yes Dave" and flooded my cock with her sweet sticky cream.

  I could feel my cock swell and fill with cum I let Stella know I was ready to cum and she moaned "Oh yes baby give yourself to me. I wanna fill your hot manhood deep inside me.

  "What about protection," I moaned as I tried to hold back.

  "Don't' worry Mon Cherie, I have taken care of that. Trust me"

  I trusted her and let go to the feeling, flooding Stella's pussy with my hot semen.

  "Oh yes Dave, " Stella moaned as she embraced me put her hands on the back of my head and lovingly scratch the base of my neck.

  Stella dismounted me and then laid me down on my back and crawled on top of me, guiding my cum soaked cock back into her sweet cunt.

  We kissed and caressed as our bodies pressed together and Stella slowly and lovingly pumped my cock. Our limbs would intertwine and we laid over on our side as we continued to move together as one

  We would spend about 30 minutes in this passion play and we would both cum again and then Stella and I would go to the bedroom and spend the next 2 hours making love. We would do it cowgirl style, doggie style, missionary style and spend time in a hot 69 session and then at the end hold each other and cuddle.

  We had now completely crossed the line from brother and sister to lovers and we had no regrets. With our pent up sexual urges and frustrations initially satisfied we showered and spent the rest of the day catching up on our lives and just enjoying each other's company.

  We would fuck several more times those 48 hours and when Stella left we were both satisfied. Stella and I would have those visits every six months since I was only allowed 2 of these visits a year. The other two visits we had to settle for regular contact visits

  For the next nine years those visits helped me out and I looked forward to them as did Stella Finally Stella would retire from the air force in October 2007. 

  Uncle Leon had since sold his publishing company in Cincinnati and opened a computer company on the Kentucky side of the river from Cincinnati. This ten year old company specialized in data recovery and web page development and was named Jupiter Data Systems.

   Uncle Leon had promised her a job at his new company and allowed her to handle his client list as well as make any new clients she could on her own, which she was able to do and increased business 15 percent in the time she was there until I was released. 

  For the next 17 months Stella worked for Leon and was making a great salary pulling back almost 100 k year and her Air force retirement gave her another 30 k so she was doing very well.

   Stella purchased a nice 2 acre lot of land just outside of town on the river where she would build a nice all brick/stone 4 bedroom 3 and one-half bath 2 story 5,300 square foot home, complete with a 3 car garage and bonus room above. 

  Stella would be able to pay for this with the inheritance money she received from our grandmother Charlotte. Stella received about 650,000 in inheritance money of which she spent 495,000 to build the house, and 75,000 for the lot, both of which she paid in cash.

  The master suite would be just off the garage on the first floor and have a huge king sized 4 posted bed with canopy and curtains around the beg. There was also a huge walk in closet. The master bath had a sunken bath made of tile and a tile shower. 

  The kitchen was state of the art and very spacious. It had, a restaurant 6 burner gas stove, a double convection oven a huge food service type refrigerator that had doors that blended in with the cabinetry a matching freezer, and a nice 12x15 walk in pantry

  Off kitchen and garage was the laundry area which was a nice 12x16 room. It had a brand new red extra large capacity industrial grade front end loader washer with matching dryer. 




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There was also a huge 4 foot long 2 foot wide white plastic table for folding laundry and a rack to hang clothes on. Lastly was utility sink and a shelf area laundry supplies and cleaning supplies for in the laundry area was a small alcove about 2 feet wide that had a place to dump water for when you mopped.

  The living area was off the kitchen and was quite nice. It had a four and one-half long tan leather sofa with two seats built like "captain's chairs" on a boat and each chair was extra wide and reclined back and between each chair was a area to place drink glasses remotes and ash tray for cigarettes.

  The living area also had a regular matching leather sofa and two matching oversized leather recliners. In front of the split sofa was a huge 60 HD Plasma TV with surround sound with a sound system that would carry sound to the whole house if Stella wanted it to.

  As you came in from the front entrance, there was a hall. Off from the front entrance on the left as you came in would be a nice formal living room and dining room for entertaining guest with a arch way between two. There was a nice china cabinet with some fine china in it that Stella had inherited from our grandmother(mom's mom).

  On the right side of the hall was a nice 20x 25 room which was Stella's office. This is where Stella would do what work she needed to on the weekends or night s or just relax and spend time on the internet.

  Between the living area and the hall were the steps going up to the second floor. The other 3 bedrooms would be up there along with, each nicely furnished with queen sized beds.

   The other 3 bathrooms would be upstairs as well. there would be one bath on the hall for general use and one of the bedrooms would be a second smaller master bedroom and would have a small one-half bath and the last bathroom would be for the bonus room.  

  The last room of the house would be the bonus room up over the garage. It would turn out to be my "Man cave" decorated like a sports bar lounge. It would have pictures of me when I was in high school and college playing ball. There would also be my awards I won in Martial arts and my old foot ball jersey would be in a frame on the wall.

  There was also a couch where I could sit and watch my 42 inch plasma TV and a entertainment center where I could watch movies. I also had my own computer with cable modem.

  About 9 months before my release, Stella and my lawyer helped me get ready to acclimate back into society. First they helped me get my driver's license reinstated That would be the one that took the most time and I would get it about a week before I was released. My lawyer also told the prison that I had a place to live with my sister and my Uncle Leon had a job in computers waiting for me at his company. 

  Stella would use the last six months to get me some clothes made She came up every weekend and spent Saturday and Sunday visitation times with me. One weekend she brought a tailor Leon knew to get my body measurements She said she was going to get me a suit for when I was released so I let him take the measurements.

  Since I was so huge and tall I had to either get my clothes made special or from a big and tall store. Little did I know I would get a complete new wardrobe including three new tuxedos casual clothes and lastly polo shirts and tan and olive khaki pants as part of my uniform for Jupiter Data Systems. 

  One of the last visits Stella brought some clothes for me to try on. They consisted of my suit she had made for me, a nice tux, a pair of dress pants, casual khaki pants, jeans, a knit polo top, a dress shirt t-shirt and two pair of shoes, one dress and one sneakers. She wanted to make sure they fit and they all did. 

  Seeing that I was so huge I had to have my clothes specially made or ordered from a specialty catalog. Stella would then take them with her and as I would find out when I was released have my wardrobe waiting for me she had ordered.

  Finally, the day came when I was to be released and I was as nervous as a LONG tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I was scared SHITLESS. I guess I was nervous about getting out because prison was all I had known but scared or no I wanted out and had no intention on returning.

  The guards understood my angst and assured me I would be alright. James Worthington III, my lawyer was there as well and led me to the release center. They showed me a room where I put on my charcoal gray pin stripe suit, French blue dress shirt, red tie and black dress shoes. Dressed to impress I walked out escorted by the guard my lawyer.

  It was a quarter to ten in the morning when I walked through the outer prison gate, a free man. I was nervous and excited at the same time Finally after looking at the outside of the prison from the yard for 23 L-O-N-G years I was outside.

  Stella would be waiting for me over on the side propped up against the door of what looked like a motor home It was a 26 foot bus style motor home two toned, and looked brand new. She was looking good dressed in a yellow sundress with blue polka dots on it and sandals and a huge smile.

  Stella took one last long puff of the cigarette she had been smoking,, blew out the smoke, tossed it down and crushed it out with her sandals. She then ran over to me and I dropped my belonging bag and ran to her and we both embraced and kissed.

  "OH god you are I sight for sore eyes," I said "I am so happy to see you."

  "Not half as happy as I am Mon Cherie," Stella replied as she kissed me again.

  We let go of the embrace and walked hand in hand back to my belonging bag picked it up, said thank you to my lawyer and turned and walked to the motor home where we got in and drove off.

  God it felt so good when we were leaving the prison behind. Stella looked over at me and smiled and pulled out a cigar from a box between the seats and said "Here hun, you deserve it."

  "What I really would love would be to get out of this monkey suit, no offense. I like it and it's really nice, but you know me what I really need is some jeans and a t- shirt."

  "That I do hun," Stella said grinning, "There are some folded up on the bed. I am not offended. I just wanted you to 'go out in style' as they say."

  "Thanks sis," I said with a smile, leaned over kissed her on the lips and then went back to the back to change. That is when I found out just how much Stella had waiting for me.

  Inside the back bedroom was a nice queen sized bed a fair sized closet and toilet area. On the wall above the headboard of the bed was a giant paper sign which read "Happy Birthday and Welcome Home"

  On the bed I saw a yellow Henley shirt, a pair of brand new dark indigo colored jeans, a pair of grey athletic socks and a pair of white New Balance sneakers. I also noticed a myriad of presents and a birthday card.

  I put on my shirt, jeans socks and sneakers, and hung up my suit on the clothes hanger Stella had placed for me on the bed and opened the closet to hang it up. That is when I would see my new clothes she had acquired for me.

  There was first a black tux, white shirt white tie and cumber bun . I also had another black tux a lavender shirt and tie as well as a mint green shirt and tie. I also had 2 pairs of tuxedo shoes.

  There was also a black suit with faint pin stripes, a dark charcoal gray, a light grey and dark blue. For shirts there was a French blue, pink, light blue, sea foam/mint green and yellow. Each one of these shirts have white pinpoint collar. For long sleeve casual dress shirts there would be black, pink, lavender, navy blue, emerald green, olive, red, copper colors and a gunmetal gray color. 

   Lastly I would some casual slacks; Tan, sand, navy blue, black and olive, 4 pairs each. Also there were denim colored Khaki pants as well as regular jeans. I also see pull over Polo style golf shirts made with dry weave material that is supposed to repel wetness.

   I sit back down on the bed and set the card aside for a moment and looked at the presents. First I noticed a brand new Apple I –Phone®. I took it out of the box, turned it on and tinkered with it for a bit then put it on the night stand.

  Next I noticed a Toshiba Lap top computer with 4 gigabytes of RAM, a wireless card, a 3G broadband connect card, Microsoft Office 2007 Professional, plus various software for Jupiter Data Systems. I also noticed an I-POD and I-Pad.

  In the corner by the foot of the bed was a video camera on a stand. It had the capability to covert to DVD or any other computer supported format. There was also a nice digital camera with 3 sets of lenses: one for 35-70 mm, one for 50-200 mm and the last 200-500 mm.

  I was overwhelmed by the gifts but not as much as when I discovered what is waiting for me when I opened the card. I smiled when I found Stella's and Uncle Leon's signature which read "Happy Birthday and Best Wishes,"

  T hen I discovered something that will take my breath away. Also in the card was another envelope about the size of a formal invitation written in beautiful calligraphy. It read simply "Mon Cherie". Inside was a folded piece of paper written in the same calligraphy which read;



  "To my beloved Dave. I have missed you and am so glad to have you home. I know we can never have these twenty-three plus years back, but we can begin anew and build a new future together. I love you with all of my heart and will never let anyone or anything become between us again." 

 "Fate brought you into my life to be my soul mate and I pledge my eternal love and devotion to you, the one true love of my life. I love you darling more than words could ever begin to express so I will show you every day just how much mean to me." 

 "You are the man I want to give myself to and the one I want to share eternity with. I pledge all my love to you and will stand behind you in all you do and walk with you hand in hand through life. Your faithful and ever loving companion, Stella." 



  My heart melted when I read the card and he sat on the edge of the bed and wept. The presents were nice but nothing could compare to the love Stella had put into the letter.

   I walked back up front and didn't know what to say. I showed her the note I found and simply said "Thank You" 

  Stella just smiled and said "Welcome home Mon Cherie and happy birthday. There is much more where that came from."

  I leaned over to kiss Stella and we continued to drive. I then lit up my cigar, took a long puff, held it for a moment blew it out and leaned back in my chair and just savored the sweet taste of freedom.

  After about 10 minutes of silence, I jokingly said "So sis, what's with the motor home A simple car would have sufficed."

  "Well brother dear," Stella replied smiling. "I thought I would give you a taste of your new life. Anyhow, uncle Leon gave it to me as a bonus for all my hard work. It is a 2002 model and he bought himself a bigger on and plans to retire and travel the country."

  "He also gave me a month off of work and I planned to use it to take you to Vegas up to Lake Tahoe and then on the way back show you some sights of the country before we head back home."

  "But first I am famished, " Stella said as she lit up a cigarette and took a long puff "How about a nice juicy steak cooked the way you like it with a baked potato and salad. I saw a Santa Fe Cattle Company® restaurant as I was coming in about 20 minutes away. Does that sound good to you?"

  Hell yeah," I replied. "I am so hungry I could eat a moose."

  We drove to the steak house got out locked the motor home and went inside. We got us an L-shaped booth in a secluded part of the restaurant and sat side by side and I put my arm around Stella's waist and my hand in hers.

  "Would you like a ciggy sweetie" Stella said smiling as she pulled the pack from her bra. "I'm afraid all I got is Virginia Slims 120's menthol. Do ya think you're man enough to smoke a woman's cigarette," Stella said winking.

  "Gimme that pack," I said and Stella just smiled and laughed.

  I was overwhelmed by the choices I had to select from. I ordered an appetizer trio consisting of fried mushrooms, potato skins and chicken tenders. For the main  course I got the 12 ounce rib eye cooked medium, a loaded baked potato and salad. To drink I got a tea.

  Stella ordered and for the next hour or so we laughed talked and just caught up on old times. After lunch Stella took me to the mall where we spent a couple of hours just looking around. All this freedom to come and go as I pleased was a bit overwhelming so when I had enough, we left.

  We hit I-64 and drove for about 45 minutes until we came to a rest stop. We parked the motor home in a secluded area underneath some pine trees then Stella pulled the blinds that covered the windshield closed and locked the trailer door. Taking me by the hand she led me to the back bedroom and closed the door.

  Stella laid me on the bed and pulled off her sundress, removed her bra and panties then undressed me until I was naked and laid on top of me. Her warm soft naked body felt good against mine. We kissed and caressed as our bodies pressed together and I would feel Stella's hand grab rock hard cock and guide it into her pussy where she would ride me cowgirl style.

  Stella rode me slow and methodically, taking long and intense motions. I placed my hands on her hips to guide her motions. We were so hot and horny we both came within five minutes. I spunked my hot load into her waiting pussy and she flooded my cock with her sweet cream.

  Stella laid back on top of me and rolled me over to where we were both on our side. We then embraced and kissed as our bodies pressed together. I still had my cock buried inside Stella's wet pussy and I pumped it slowly and continuously both to keep it hard as well as to give Stella pleasure 

  As we laid together our bodies moved as one. Stella's long luscious legs rubbed up against mine. We spent a good 30 minutes in this foreplay exploring each other's bodies then I laid Stella on her back and began to move my way down her body with my mouth.

  I first kissed and nibbled the flesh around her neck, even giving her a hickey. I next moved to her sumptuous breasts and kissed and licked around the nipples, spending about five minute on each one suckling them like a nursing infant, which made Stella go into orbit.

  After satisfying Stella that way, I moved my kisses down her torso until I reached the top of her pubic region. I inhaled the musky scent of her woman hood and placed my mouth over her clit and let my hot breath loose on her cunt.

  Stella's legs instinctively parted, allowing me full access to her heavenly gates of paradise and pleasure. I gently kissed her cunt and then began kissing the inside of her thigh and worked my way down her leg until I reached her foot. I then kissed her pussy opening again and this time worked my way down her other leg. I know I was teasing her but the actual pleasing would be well worth the wait.

  After doing both legs I buried my head in her cunt and ate her out like a starving man who hadn't eaten in a long while. I used my fingers and tongue to bring her off to orgasm after orgasm and within a matter of only a few minutes I had managed to make her cum and she flooded my face with her sweet honey dew nectar. 

  I continued to please her orally for another ten to fifteen minutes as wave after wave of pleasure rip through her body like a giant torrent of water battering the rocks of a cliff side shore.

  Stella would grab my hair and hold my head between her legs as she bucked her hips up and fucked my face. It wouldn't be log until I would bring her off again because Stella let out a scream crying "Oh god yes" and felt her juices trickle out of her cunt. When she could hold back no longer she flooded my face with her sweet sticky cream.

  "Hold me Mon Cherie," Stella softly moaned and we laid together side by side. We kissed and caressed as we cuddled together

  "I'm so glad to have you back home and in my arms where you belong," Stella softly purred. "I 'm never going to let you go."

  "I'm not going anywhere," I replied smiling, and I'm not going to let you go either."

  Stella smiled and kissed me on the lips as our bodies pressed together. "I could lie here in your arms all day Mon Cherie," Stella said softly, "but unfortunately it is not getting us any closer to our destination, and besides that, I think we would draw unwanted attention if we stay here too long."

  With that, Stella got up and tossed her sundress back on over her naked body, no bra, no panties and slipped on her sandals. She tossed her bra and panties into the dirty clothes hamper She tossed me a University of Kentucky T-shirt and gym shorts and I put them on without underwear. I slipped on a pair of house shoes and we both made our way to the front of the motor home.

  "Wanna drive hun," Stella said with a smile "It's not that hard. It drives like a car but only bigger."

  I hesitated at first, then thought "What the hell, why not and took the keys and started the engine as Stella removed the front blinders from the windshield. With Stella's guidance I pulled out of the rest stop and on to the interstate and we drove until we both got hungry and stopped for the night

  We checked into a motel got just enough clothes for tonight and showered. We then went to Outback® that was close to the motel had dinner then came back to the room where we would make love until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

  The next morning we showered got dressed checked out had breakfast at the IHOP® across the street then continued our way to Vegas. We drove I-64 until we reached I-70 and took it on in through Denver where we would stop for the night. The next morning we drove until we hit I-15 and took that down to Vegas, arriving the day before my birthday.

  We checked in at the Luxor Casino and Hotel. Stella had gotten us a room in what was known as the "Tower Premier Suite" which was one of the best if not THE best rooms in the hotel. We showered dressed and went to dinner and to check out the hotel and it's night life.

  I wore my dark charcoal gray suit mint green shirt, and red tie. Stella had on one of her "little black dresses" except it looked more like a "baby doll" nightie rather than a dress. The neck line was plunging and showed off an ample amount of cleavage and the skirt part was short and flared up showing a lot of leg.

  Stella also had on black lace lingerie, black fishnet thigh high stockings with matching garters and black 1 inch heel shoes. To cap off her outfit she had a black Onyx necklace she had bought. Dressed to kill, we both headed out for a night of fun and frolic.

  We ate dinner in one of the hotels best restaurants. We ordered Champagne and drank to my freedom to my up coming birthday and to our life together. After dinner we gambled for about two hours spending about 250 dollars and winning about 5,000.

  After gambling we put our winnings in the hotel safe and decided to go hit the clubs. it was about 10:00 the time when most night clubs were pumping. We danced drank and partied until 1:30 A.M. then we made our way back to our suite.

  Once at our suite, we took our clothes off spent the next two hours making love then finally collapsed in each other's arms around 4:00 in the morning and slept until noon.

  For my birthday Stella would take me in a limo to see Tom Jones at one of the other Casinos. We then returned to ours where we partied at the night club until 2:00 then gambled until 5:00 in the morning when we would return to our suite make love and sleep during the day

  We would keep this schedule the whole week we were in Vegas and on the last night we went to bed early to get our bodies back on regular schedule. When we left Vegas we drove to Tahoe to see that for a day then drove into California until we hit the Pacific Coast Highway.




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We drove up to the Redwood National Forest, up to Yosemite National park and then across the top of the country seeing Mount Rushmore and other sites, spending a night or so In each place.

  We then hit the east coast going up into Maine to the tip and then caught I-95 and made our way down, stopping in New York City where we spent 3 days, taking in a couple of Broadway plays and seeing the sites.

  We would go south to about Tennessee where we crossed back to where Stella was now living Once there we settled into a new routine our life together.

  Stella would help me get started in my new job. She allowed me settle into the job at my own pace At first I would be handling some her existing clients while she made new ones. 

  Later I began to slowly build my own client base as her existing clients began referring their friends and co-workers to me and soon I was doing quite well for myself, pulling back a healthy 65 K my first year

  Personally Stella and I were becoming closer every day.  During the time we had been reunited, our love making sessions became more of a spiritual experience, almost a form of worship rather than a physical one. Sure, we had intense physical pleasure from them, don't get me wrong The sex was hot passionate intense and extremely gratifying and we would have sex 24 hours a day if we could but our love was about becoming one spiritually as well as physically.

   To consummate and seal our union together in the middle of December we drove to the mountains in North Carolina and rented a cabin unit New Years. On the night of the Winter Solstice we and had our own "joining ceremony" where we exchanged gold rings and necklaces with colored stones in them.

  Stella's ring would be gold with a single amethyst stone surrounded by tiny diamonds. My band would be gold and have 5 small emerald stones in the center. We would also wear an Ankh as a symbol of our eternal union. Mine would be two inches long an inch wide and have an Emerald stone and Stella's would be the same except the stone would be amethyst. 

  As a last part of this ceremony I took on Stella's new last name not only to make a break from my past but to seal our new union together. I went and had my name legally change to Wilson.

  Who ever thought that when I would go to prison I would be given a new lease on life. I consider that part of my life dead and buried and look forward to my new life with Stella and partner in our new Venture that is Jupiter Data Systems.





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Ellery couldn't figure out what she'd miss less- getting frisked by a dyke with an attitude problem or being undressed by some perv's eyes while she waited in line. Maybe it would be the bright, occasionally flickering fluorescent lights that gave the already sterile visitation room an even more discomfiting ambience; their buzzing could be heard over the furtive conversations and the loud ones, the sobbing wives and their horny husbands, the sullen children and their overly-enthusiastic fathers. Later, Ellery would realize that it was the way her brother seemed to change in subtle ways over the course of his sentence so that by the end of it, the overall effect was drastic. 

Pre-incarceration Dean was tan and fit from outdoor sports, a dashing young man who always had a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Every time she'd seen him since- first with both parents, then just their mom, and finally on her own- her brother looked harder, paler, meaner; the way a dead creature will fossilize over time and under pressure. Only four years older, fifteen pounds leaner and brutishly muscular, he appeared to be a different man entirely.

"Can you believe it, Elle? I'm a free man," Dean proclaimed, giving his sister a long embrace in the open air.

"Watch out world," Ellery teased.

Dean released his sister and looked her over, noticing that she had changed as well. Ellery was fourteen when he went away- trapped in that phase where girls are developing their feminine charms but are too awkward to know what to do with them. She always dressed extra conservatively on visiting days and kept her long chestnut hair twisted up into a bun with a thick curtain of bangs framing her face. Today though, his sister had chosen a flirty purple sundress and left her hair flowing freely over her shoulders and down her back. Radiant skin, vivid green eyes, hour-glass figure and graceful limbs- Ellery was a woman now.

"Wow, you look beautiful," Dean observed with a smile that made his face look familiar once more.

"It's a special occasion," Ellery demurred, looking down shyly. 

A lock of hair fell in front of her face and her brother brushed it aside nodding in agreement. Dean's narrowed eyes fixed on her cleavage just visible from his vantage point, jaw muscles quivering. 

"Well, let's blow this popsicle stand," she said, feeling self-conscious as he continued to inspect her body. When Ellery turned around to get in the driver's seat, he got a good view of her equally curvaceous backside. For an otherwise petite girl, she certainly had some impressive assets.

"Ma couldn't make it?" Dean asked casually after he got inside of his sister's sedan.

"Uh, no, she had plans today," Ellery answered, hoping he wouldn't ask what those seemingly more important plans were.

"I knew Dad wouldn't but I thought– It doesn't matter. You're here and that's what counts. You've always been there for me when I needed you, sis," Dean said thickly, as if suddenly overwhelmed all the emotions he'd locked inside his tough exterior.

"I always will, bro," she said, patting his nearby hand.

"So you're not staying with the rents anymore," he remarked after knuckling a tear from his eye.

"Nope, I found a two bedroom apartment, not too far from the University. They're helping me pay for it until I can find a roommate, though, so they think they can pop by anytime they want."

"You start school soon, right?"

"Six weeks actually," Ellery calculated. "Who'd have thought I'd get a scholarship?"

"You were always the brains and I was just the balls," Dean observed. 

"Don't say that. You have your GED and you're a jack of all trades."

"And master of none- with a criminal record. I'll be lucky if I can get a minimum wage job, much less find a decent place." His last arrest certainly hadn't been his first, for B&E at least.

"You can stay with me until you get back on your feet," she suggested.

"Mom and Dad would ixnay that idea in a hurry."

"Well they don't have to find out. I make decent wages as a hostess. Besides, I have some money saved up and I'll get a refund check at the start of the semester to help float us for a while."

"I won't burden you," Dean said solemnly.

"You're my brother, not a burden. Now cheer up, goddammit! You just got out. We should celebrate," Ellery laughed, punching him lightly on the knee.

"Okay, okay. If you weren't too young to drink I would say we should hit up a bar. Although that could get me in hot water with my PO."

"I can drive you by the liquor store on the way to my house. It's kind of lame, but we could watch a movie, catch up on lost times."

"Doesn't sound lame at all, sis. In fact, it sounds just about perfect."

Ellery made several stops on the way- including one at a fast food restaurant for Dean's requisite double cheeseburger- but finally they were at her place. It wasn't much of a grand tour: the apartment was small but immaculate with a modern kitchen and two master suites. Its sparse furnishings and decor were neutral to accommodate anyone's taste. The only room Ellery had personalized was her bedroom, which Dean looked around with slight bemusement.

"What?" she asked as Dean seemed to chuckle at some private joke.

"Nothing. It's sweet, that's all. You still sleep with stuffed animals," he said, picking up a fuzzy rabbit off of her pillow.

"So?" Ellery rescued Cottontail from her brother's hands and clutched him to her chest.

"I mean, are you still a virgin or something?" Dean held up a fleecy lamb with comically oversized legs as Exhibit B. 

"That's a very personal question." Ellery snapped and snatched away Lambkins as well, giving her a conciliatory pat on the head. 

"Oh my God, you are!" Dean exclaimed, noticing the deep shade of red his sister had turned- which appeared even brighter against the white of her precious stuffed pets. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added hastily.

"No, there's not," Ellery said, placing Cottontail and Lambkins back on her pink pillow. "Now, do you wanna have some drinks or do you want to make fun of my room some more?" 

"Drinks. Definitely," Dean said, following her out. "By the way, where did you find your unicorn collection?"

"Shut up!"

"Did they have Precious Moments figurines too?"

"No, but they had plenty of shut-the-fuck-up dolls," Ellery retorted.

"This is good. We haven't had a fight in years," Dean remarked, pulling several bottles of liquor out of their paper bags and lining them up on the kitchen counter.

"It's the little things, isn't it," she said wistfully, getting orange juice and a bottle of Sprite out of the fridge.

"Like holding an actual glass," agreed Dean, a crystal tumbler in hand.

"Oh, I have shot glasses for entertaining!" Ellery pushed her way past her brother and reaching up to the highest shelf in the cabinet. "I almost forgot- I haven't actually used them yet..."

"Probably cause you can't reach them, shorty." Dean pressed up against her back, wrapped one arm around her waist and used his other to reach effortlessly past her grasping hand for a couple of shot glasses. "You've got to take at least one shot with me," he entreated softly in her ear.

For some reason, having Dean hold her from behind made Ellery feel a jolt of desire; it rushed down her spine, flooded her belly and trickled into her sex. When he wrapped his other arm around her as well, gently swaying side to side, she couldn't help but melt into his firm chest and hard crotch: not only did Dean have a growing erection, but it was grinding into the top of her ass crack through his jeans.

"Whiskey, tequila or vodka?" Dean released her without making mention of his impressive hard-on.

"Um...tequila," she chose shakily, ignoring the heated moment as well. 

"Then we need a salt shaker." He turned away to chop a lime, marveling every so often at the way the light glints on a real knife's blade. Ellery stood next to him, chilling the tequila with a makeshift shaker of ice. After filling their glasses, Dean led her through the drill. 

"Lick the salt off your hand," he demonstrated and Ellery mimicked, lapping her pink tongue along her wrist like a cat. "Grab a wedge and take your shot." They both swallowed the ever smooth Patron and Dean quickly followed up with, "Now chase it with the lime."

The flavors mixed remarkably well and the alcohol burned only slightly; deep inside like a fire had been kindled there and its smoke was filling her brain with a most pleasant fog. 

"Another?" he offered, and they repeated the process again. Ellery licked the salt slowly the second time, noticing the underlying flavor of her skin and the way Dean watched her every move.

"I'd better check in with my Parole Officer before I get too drunk. And you should take it easy on the shots for now. Make whatever girly drink you were about to mix up," he advised.

"Yes sir," she said sarcastically, filling the glass only halfway. After Dean left the room, Ellery downed the pony of tequila and eyeballed a liberal amount into a tumbler before adding juice, soda and a squeeze of lime. She was heating a bag of popcorn when her brother returned. 

"Movie time?" Dean asked, breaking open the whiskey.

"Yes. You have a lot of catching up to do."

"I certainly do." Dean took a shot and then measured out a few more into a tumbler. "I'm sure I'll like whatever you picked- as long as it's not a RomCom."

"You mean you don't want to watch 'Love is All You Need'?" Ellery teased, stumbling slightly on her way into the living room with the bag of popcorn and drink in hand. Growing up with an older brother, she had developed a taste for movies and music that weren't stereotypically girly, though nothing too crude; Ellery got along well with guys without trying to be one of them. "Actually I got a Bromedy 'cause I thought you could use a good laugh," she told him, bending over to put the movie in.

The position afforded Dean a good look at her white panties and the heart-shaped outline of her bottom through the gauzy material. When Ellery turned around to join him on the sofa, he pretended to be examining a piece of art that looked like paint had been splattered randomly on the canvas before it was hung to drip-dry. She snuggled up next to him on the chaise portion of the sectional and threw a blanket over both of them.

"Perfect," Ellery pronounced, remote in hand.

"Most definitely," Dean agreed, holding a woman next to him for the first time in years.

When she wasn't leaning forward to take a sip of her drink, Ellery laid flush against his muscle-bound body. She'd forgotten how nice it felt to cuddle with her brother, and the fact that he was ripped now and she was more than a bit tipsy was an added bonus. They chatted over the movie between bites of popcorn and sips of their drinks until the fateful subject came up.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Dean asked, gazing at her face illuminated by the blue glow of the television.

"Not right now. Do you?"

"Very funny," he said dryly. "But you've dated, right?"

"A few times," Ellery said. She'd been asked out plenty but seldom accepted, often giving a school related excuse. After all, dating wasn't exactly an extracurricular activity that you can put on a college application.

"But no one's ever..."

"Popped my cherry?" she supplied. "No. But I'm not completely innocent."

"What does that mean?" Apparently he was finding this conversation more interesting than the movie, which only made her want to take it further.

"It means that just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun," Ellery said lightly.

"I see. So earlier when I was holding you..."

"I totally felt your hard-on?" she giggled.

"Sorry," Dean began sheepishly.

"Don't be. I didn't mind. Besides, if there's anything I understand, it's unfulfilled desire," Ellery confided, idly stroking her brother's washboard abs through his white t-shirt.

"Did your boyfriends not know how to please you?" Dean guessed, petting his sister's silky hair.

"Some of them knew but rarely had the patience. But most of them didn't have a clue what to do down there. It was like they were trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded."

Dean laughed at the apt analogy. "Amateurs."

"You wouldn't do that to a girl, would you? Let her do all the work and then leave her hanging," Ellery asked sweetly, reaching her hand up his shirt to feel the coarse hairs on Dean's chest.

"Absolutely not," he answered, shifting restlessly under his sister's touch.

"Because I'm a giver," explained Ellery, tracing the taut line that ran between his pects down to his bellybutton. "I pleasure my lover the way I want to be pleasured. And I don't want to have to beg for mine in return."

"You shouldn't have to," Dean commiserated, his fingers sliding along her delicate jawbone to her chin, tilting her face up so he could see her better. "The only time you should have to beg is when a man's between your legs and you're begging him to stop before you pass out from cumming."

"Such things you say," she said, batting her eyes coyly. By now Ellery's palm was resting firmly on the bulging seam of his jeans. Her brother's hardness was twitching underneath like a wild animal struggling to be free.

"What are you doing, Ellie?"

"Trying to feel your cock. What do you think I'm doing?" she purred.

"Hmmm...That's what I thought. And how does it feel?" 

"Nice...Big...I wish I could see just how big..." 

Dean grabbed her hand, pressed down even harder and ground up against it with frustrated growl. "Jesus, the things I would do to you if you weren't my sister!"

"But I am. And I want you to do them anyway." Ellery looked up at him and parted her pretty pink lips as an offering; they were so plump that they appeared swollen. Dean was drawn to them like a magnet, pressing her mouth open further to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her greedily as if quenching a long thirst, occasionally nibbling on her pouty bottom lip as if he wanted to devour it.

When Ellery started to unbutton his fly, Dean broke away abruptly, looking down at her hands now busied with his zipper. "You shouldn't do that, Ellie," he warned feebly.

"How else am I going to see your cock?"

"You don't know what you're doing," said Dean, though clearly she did.

"I've seen a cock before. I like them...I like feeling them...I like tasting them..."

She was pulling his pants down and he was lifting his hips off the sofa to let her.

"I'm so fucking horny I can't think straight. I don't want to take advantage of you, sis."

"That's why I want to do this for you, Dean. I know how long you've waited," Ellery said gently, caressing his cock through his underwear.

"You don't know how lonely it's been," her brother confessed.

"But I do," she assured him, pulling the waistband down to finally see Dean's needy member. "Oh God," Ellery muttered in awe when her brother's erection sprang up and landed on his belly, exposing the sensitive underside of his shaft and achingly full balls. 

She covered his lame attempts at protest with her mouth, grabbing Dean's cock at the base with her nimble fingers.

As Ellery jacked her brother's cock ever so deftly, thumb and forefinger playing with its purplish head, Dean succumbed and returned her kisses. There was nothing between them and this forbidden intimacy; both siblings had abandoned reason and knew only lust.

"I love you, Elle. I love you. So. Fucking. Much," he said, bucking back against her grip.

"I love you too, Dean," whispered Ellery, helping her brother pull his pants down all the way so she could situate herself between his legs. Without a word, she slipped the straps of her dress off and revealed her breasts, pushed together and cradled in satin. Dean couldn't help but pinch both hardened nipples before reaching around her back to unclasp her bra.

"Fuck," he swore thickly, taking one of those perfect rosy buds into his mouth. 

"You like my tits?" Ellery asked breathlessly under his savage assault.

"I love them," he corrected between suckling audibly on each in turn. They were large enough to fill his hands but firm enough to maintain their perky shape. "And I wanna fuck them," added Dean, mercilessly tugging one nipple with his teeth.

"Fuck 'em, baby," she encouraged in a husky voice, spitting on her palm to slather his cock with saliva.

"Are you sure?" he gasped, as she positioned herself for his use. 

But he didn't wait for a reply. Every time Dean slid his cock up between her tits- which she held pressed together snugly- Ellery's tongue greeted its tip. Occasionally she'd take him all the way into her mouth, not even gagging when he hit the back of her throat. Then she'd squeeze her tits back around his slick-dick so Dean could resume his rut.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," he hissed, holding his sister tightly by the shoulders.

"Cum in my mouth, Dean. I want to taste your hot seed...I want you to give it all to me."

"I will, baby, oh God, I will," he moaned as Ellery started giving him head in earnest.

Dean wasn't lying- he was so close that his cock was somehow even bigger and harder than before. Soon he was holding her fiercely by the hair, thrusting back so hard that Ellery couldn't help but gag over and over again. But she continued, undaunted, focused solely on his release.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Elle...I'm gonna cum in your sweet little mouth, oh fuck!"

Dean's words became incomprehensible as he squirted his load down his sister's gullet.

Ellery kept on, expertly sucking down every last drop of salty jism, until he was completely spent. He was still swearing and muttering when she chased down the bitter aftertaste with the rest of her drink.

"God, that was amazing," Dean said, giving his sister a long, grateful kiss.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said modestly, re-covering them with the blanket.

"No really, I've had a lot of blowjobs but goddamn!" he continued, drawing her warm body close with his arms. "I love you so much, Elle. And not just because you give good head."

"I love you too, Dean. I don't know what came over me just now. I hope it won't change things between us."

"How could it not? This was more than just getting off- for me at least."

"Me too," she said softly, not expecting him to share her feelings.

"Good. I enjoyed the hell out of it but you're my sister, and I wouldn't want to think you did that just because you felt bad for me or had too much to drink. If that's the case-"

"It's not! I've never wanted to do that for a man so much in my life- to give him pleasure purely for his satisfaction. Purely for his love."

"You have to let me return the favor, Elle." Dean fondled her breasts one by one, grinning devilishly as a soft moan escaped her lovely lips. "I want to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop."

"Do you?" Ellery felt so wet by now that a feather could have made her cream.

"I do, my sweet sister...my lover...my love," he answered, ignoring his own reignited need to tend to hers now.

"What if I don't beg?" she teased, shuddering when the cool air hit her hot skin; Dean threw off the blanket and peeled the rest of her dress down over her hips until it fell to the floor.

"But you will," her brother insisted. "I won't stop until you do...or my jaw drops off," he promised, fingering Ellery's pussy through her moist panties. Dean kissed her mouth down to her neck; her neck down to her breasts; her breasts down to her tummy; her tummy down and down and down. The gradual descent drove her wild, wishing he would hurry but at the same time hoping it would last forever. 

Dean toyed with her through the fabric before finally pulling off Ellery's last piece of clothing. He opened her legs, taking in the aroma of her desire and the sight of her carefully trimmed bush; there was a profusion of short curly hairs at the top of her mound that tapered down to a neat landing strip. Kissing slowly and deliberately now- sometimes on her pussy and sometimes on the inside of her thighs- Dean fingered the slick folds of his sister's sex. Ellery cried out when he made contact with her swollen clit and closed her legs reflexively. 




Hard Time



"Relax, babydoll, I know what I'm doing," he cooed, making circles around the little nub of bliss with a practiced hand until they yawned open again. Ellery moaned into his mouth as Dean gave her a passionate kiss, desperate to have him lick her with that skilled tongue of his. Close to an orgasm already, she almost lost it when her brother suddenly gave her pussy a sharp smack.

"Fuck!" The sensation felt so good that she arched her back off the sofa as Dean spanked her hot box, being careful not to hit too hard or make her cum. When he slid his fingers down her gash again, it was so wet that there was no more friction between his fingertips and her clit. But again, he stopped just before her climax.

"I'm going to eat you out now," Dean whispered in her ear and she continued to mewl and buck her hips into the air. "And I won't quit until you're satisfied."

"Oh, fuck yes...oh fuck yes...oh fuck," she swore over and over again as Dean proceeded to ravage her pussy as promised. There was nothing quite as delightful as having a tongue swirl around her clit, lick the length of her slit, or dart hotly up her snatch. And not just any tongue- a lover's, a love's, a brother's. 

Not only was his tongue adept, but he seemed to know when to slow down or speed up; where to kiss, nibble, lick, nuzzle and touch; and how keep her guessing what new way he'd surprise her with pleasure next.

Just when Ellery thought he'd never let her cum, Dean finally clamped his mouth down and took her home. She started cumming and felt like she'd never stop. Every time she thought she'd peaked, she'd realize it was just a plateau on a mountain her brother kept leading her higher and higher up on. No matter how hard Ellery gripped his head, humped his face, or squeezed her thighs together, Dean just kept going; slurping up her cunt juices up as he did.

It took a good deal of effort not to break through the barrier hidden within, but Dean started finger-fucking her virgin passage with two curled fingers as her orgasms rolled on. Ellery at long last reached the top and tripped over the edge, screaming as she fell. Cum gushed out, flowing hot down her ass crack, and for a moment she thought she'd peed.

"Please stop! Oh fuck, please, I can't take it anymore, please," she wailed as Dean continued lapping up her spilt cream. "Oh god, I think I wet myself," squeaked Ellery, legs shaking when her brother finally let up.

"No, babe, you just squirted," Dean chuckled, pulling his fingers out of her dripping cunt.

"I didn't know I was a squirter," she mused, feeling both light as air and heavy as lead at the same time.

"Now you do." Dean kissed her, allowing his sister to taste her own flavor.

"Next time I'll put down a towel. I'm still paying for this sofa." She couldn't help notice that Dean was rock-hard once again.

Dean followed her gaze down and grinned. "That got me pretty turned on," he said apologetically.

"You'll have to let me do something about that. But first you should wash off your face, cunt mouth," Ellery called him playfully. "And meet me in the bedroom. I haven't passed out yet, but I'm close to it."

"That's my fault. I'll take you," he offered. She laughed in shock as he picked her up effortlessly and carried her to bed. "These will have to sleep on the floor tonight," Dean said, shoving her stuffed animals aside before throwing her down.

"They'll never forgive me."

"Don't fall asleep. I'll be right back," he told her before going to the bathroom.

When he returned, Ellery had spread a dark fuzzy towel underneath where she was laying.

"What's this?" he asked, joining his sister, who merely began kissing him again.

Her hands swiftly revived Dean's erection and soon Ellery was going down on him again. There was less urgency but more familiarity, so she took her time to play with his balls, lick every inch of his shaft and suck passionately on his cockhead. Without him pushing back, she was able to deep throat her brother's massive length and girth, bobbing her head up and down at a varying tempo.

When Dean's cock swelled again for his impending finale, she stopped.

"Dean?" she whispered, still gripping his fat shaft.

"Yeah baby?" his hands tangled in his sister's hair.

"I want you to fuck me."

"What?" There was a mixture of elation and confusion in his voice.

"I want you to be my first. Tonight," she said simply, leaning over him for a kiss while still stimulating his hard-on.

"Ellie, you know I want to but I don't want to hurt you," he groaned.

"I know it will hurt the first time but I want it to be with you. I've been waiting to give my virginity to a man I really loved who loved me in return, who pleased me as much as I pleased him. And now I know that's you, Dean. It's always been you."

"I do love you, sis. That's why I can't take this from you." Even as he said this, Dean's hands were wandering all over his sister's nubile body, drawn especially to the heat of her tight sex.

"I thought you wouldn't make me beg, brother," she pouted softly, her nipples stiffening as they grazed his chest.

It only took a few more kisses to convince him that this was really what she wanted. Dean held her by her trim waist and rolled her over onto her back. Having his weight resting between her legs, driving his cock against the outside of her sex, felt so good that Ellery was prepared to accept the pain to come. But instead of taking her at that moment, Dean stopped and kneeled back between her legs, as if he'd changed his mind.

"Touch yourself for me," commanded her brother, stroking his thick prick. "I want to watch you play with that pretty virgin pussy before I make you my woman..."

Under her brother's smoldering gaze, Ellery tentatively started masturbating. But as she continued, watching Dean do the same thing, it became something more; like they were sharing their most intimate secrets without speaking. She alternated between rubbing her clit and dipping into her honey pot, occasionally switching hands to tweak her nipples with her juicy fingers.

"I'm so close, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck," Ellery whimpered when her lover took over.

Dean used his cock to stimulate her labia, circling her clit and thwacking it until they were both at their breaking point. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled his sister's legs onto his shoulders and admired her virgin cunt one last time. Then, with one thumb pressed on Ellery's trigger and his other resting near the base of his cock to guide himself in, Dean started to enter.

At the same time Ellery started cumming, her brother was stretching her tight vagina and ripping through her maidenhead. The dichotomous sensations of pleasure and pain soon sent her spiraling into an intense orgasm whirlpool. Dean's mouth covered her cries as he eased every inch of his length inside, moving his thumb aside to bury himself up to her pubis. 

It felt so nice to have him filling her so completely that despite the inner pain, she started cumming even harder, grinding her exposed clit around and around. Ellery blacked out momentarily and when she came to, Dean asked if she was alright. 

"Yes. Don't stop," she said raggedly.

"Can I cum inside of you?" he nearly begged.

"Yes," Ellery answered confidently. Their mother had insisted that she start birth control pills on her eighteenth birthday, just in case; although the case she envisioned surely didn't include her own son being the one to fuck her little girl.

"Oh, Elle, I love you so much," he moaned, sliding out and back in as slowly and gently as possible. "You feel so good...so tight...so fuck!" Ellery had grabbed his ass and pushed him down even harder, crying out at the exquisite pain.

"I love you too but you're not fucking me. Take me! I need you to fill me up with your cum. Make me your woman!"

That was all the encouragement Dean needed. He plowed into her with every ounce of his strength, pounding harder and harder as she howled in both ecstasy and agony. Grunting a string of swear words and love poems, he was reaching his climax fast. Ellery matched his thrusts as hard as she could, holding tight to her sheets for fear that she would fall off into an abyss.

"Oh God, Ellie, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck," he grunted, thrusting so deep she thought she would rip apart completely. And then he stiffened and came hard, giving a deep, primal wail as he squirted inside of her over and over. Dean pulled out once he was spent and an excess of thick, hot cum oozed out, mixed with the stain of her torn flower. Then with seemingly great effort he rolled off and collapsed by her side.

"Hold me," Ellery whispered, curling up against her well satisfied lover. She could hear his heart beat slowing down just as hers was, and sensed by his heavy breathing that Dean was close to passing out from exertion.

"Damn, I don't think I've ever cum so hard," he told her appreciatively.

"Me neither."

"Did you really? I thought I was just imagining it."

"It hurt but it was also incredible. I've never felt closer to someone in my entire life. And I'm glad it was with you. I love you, Dean," she said, eyelids so heavy that she couldn't keep them open.

"I love you, Ellery," he replied and fell into the most restful sleep he'd had in years.



I hoped you enjoy and will use any constructive feedback in my second chapter, written from Dean's POV.



Hard Time at Fenton Turrets



This is a work of fiction and all characters were aged at least 18 years at the time when the events described did not happen.

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Picture the two of us on cushions on the timber floor of the sports pavilion. Our naked bodies are entwined and our hair in disarray. My lips are at Fran's left breast and my juice slicked hand is caressing her lovebud. Her tongue is flicking my right nipple and driving me wild while her delicate fingers are pressing just inside my tight pussy and the side of her hand is driving hard at my clitty. The building is echoing to our wild cries and moans of ecstasy as we abandon all thought of restraint and just enjoy each other's desperate young bodies.

"Stop that right now."

We jump apart and our hands leap to try to cover ourselves as we look up at Matron and Miss Feldspar. They both look as though they have a bad smell under their noses which may be caused by the heavy scent of hot girl. We are made to dress as they watch us and then Matron commands me to come with her leaving Fran alone with Miss Feldspar.

I am burning with the injustice of how we have been trapped. Obviously someone saw us creep into the pav and they could have come straight in and blown us out for being out of bounds but they deliberately gave us time to get started on..on well what we were doing. 

Matron marched me in silence to The Head's room and made me face the oak panelled wall in the corridor outside his door with my hands on my head. As I was standing there at attention with my face burning in a deep scarlet blush at the humiliation Matron, moving like lightning, pushed her hands up my skirt, grabbed my hips and pulled my knickers down so that they fell around my ankles.

"Now you stand there like that until I come to fetch you. If I hear that you have moved your arms you will be in even deeper trouble than you are already."

And then I was alone with my mind in a whirl. What was happening to Fran? What was going to happen to me? How long would Matron leave me here?

Of course girls and teachers kept passing by and one group of girls was the horrible Shirley Quick and her gang who were going to enjoy my plight to the full.

"What's little perfect Julie been doing? If they've taken your pants down it must be a caning."

"The Head will put you over his knee and he likes to grope you down there. When he did it to Georgie you could see the bruises on her pussy."

And so it went on and all I could do was to stare silently at the wall wishing they would go away which, eventually, they did. I was getting more and more anxious and I really thought that I would be caned on my poor bum. Fenton Turrets is known to have a "robust" approach to discipline and our parents would not send us to the school unless they agreed with that policy so the school could really do whatever they wanted to us. After a while the dinner bell sounded and the whole school had to walk past me on the way to dinner which they did with the predictable sniggers and rude remarks. Still Matron had not come for me and my arms were aching; I risked moving them off my head just long enough to wave them about a little to ease the pain. It seemed that I would not be getting any dinner today so I would be going to bed hungry.

Eventually dinner ended and the school again passed me as they came out then Matron came back.

"You may go to your dorm Julie, you will have no contact with Fran until further notice. Do not think that you have been punished for your shocking conduct. You will learn your fate in due course from your housemaster."

So she was leaving me to Lecherous Leckie. Our housemaster had a reputation among the girls for the way that he mentally undressed you every time that he looked at you. He taught history and when we did a lesson on slavery he showed us pictures of undressed slaves in chains while their buyers groped their boobs. He asked how we would feel in that situation and it was pretty obvious what was in his mind. He was a really big friend of The Head so Mr Leckie could do whatever he liked and The Head would support him. I was becoming more afraid by the minute which, of course, was just what they wanted. I had to talk to someone so I told my friend Annie all about everything as we lay in the dark in the dorm with our beds side by side.

Annie was sympathetic but she did nothing to allay my fears.

"Leckie will do you. He does it to all the seniors if he gets a chance."

I think I really knew this but hearing Annie say it made it somehow more real. I was a virgin and had always imagined my first time would be with a hunk of a boy and not with a 50 year old schoolmaster. I could not have been more miserable and the fear of what was going to happen just kept getting worse.

Nothing happened all the next day but I had a terrible shock when we filed into Assembly the morning after that. Fran was standing at the side of the platform and we all knew what that meant because we had seen it before. A girl only stood there if she was going to be whacked in front of the whole school. Poor Fran kept her head down all through Assembly then right at the end Matron told her to move to the front of the platform and Matron addressed the school.

"Francesca Myers has disgraced her uniform and the entire school by engaging in a sickening unnatural act with another girl. She will now pay the penalty for her crimes in front of the peers whom she has let down in every way."

I watched as if hypnotised as Matron and Feldspar each grabbed Fran by the upper arm and turned her around to face the table on the platform then Feldspar unzipped Fran's skirt and removed it to reveal white cotton pants which Feldspar pulled down and off as poor Fran lifted her feet one at a time to assist in her own denuding. With her bare bum on show to 200 girls Fran was made to bed over the table and Matron stood in front of her gripping her wrists to make sure she stayed flat on the table with her boobs being crushed between her body and the wood of the table.

Fran was standing with her legs squeezed together but a girl is deliberately designed so that when she is bent right over her pussylips show between her thighs. The assembled girls were silent as they watched the horrible spectacle but they must all have been wondering who the other girl was with whom Fran had been caught. I could not understand what game the teachers were playing; was I going to be thrashed in tomorrow's Assembly or was this some devious plan to split up Fran and myself? The school did not like "Close relationships" between girls so if Fran saw that I was not caned she would think that I had betrayed her and blamed her for what had happened. Fran must be really hating me.

Feldspar pinned Fran's blouse high up her naked back so that it did not cover the target area then she picked up the senior cane. Miss Feldspar is the gym mistress and we had all seen her throw the discus; her right arm was as strong as any man.

The first THWAK echoed off the back wall and was joined by Fran's scream. Her legs shot up in the air and flailed about and when her feet were back on the floor the second stroke landed. I looked at the silent girls around me and saw their mouths open in horror as we all imagined what it must feel like to be in Fran's place. I had reason to be more frightened than most.

The screams and whacks continued and Fran was breathing in huge sobs between assaults from the cane. When it ended she was limp over the table with her legs apart showing everything to the school and four vivid red lines across each buttock looking as if they had been drawn in lipstick. Matron helped her unsteadily to her feet and she was made to stand at the front of the stage. Fran's hairclip had come out and her hair was straggling over one eye and sticking to her wet, tearstained face. You could see the shiny tears running down her scarlet cheeks and her nose was running. Of course her hankie was in her skirt pocket but that was on the floor.

Her blouse was still pinned up at the back so the teachers sitting on the platform, including the men, had a close up view of her bare bum. The blouse at the front did come down far enough to hide her pubic fuzz so she was forced to stand there displaying her most intimate curls to everyone. The school were told to file out and we all had to walk past the stage so everyone could look up at poor Fran's pussylips. I did not dare to look up at her.

And still there was no word of what would happen to me. I went into Assembly the next day expecting to be summoned up onto the stage but it did not happen. They kept me on tenterhooks until our History lesson on Friday morning when Leckie said in front of the whole class that he wanted to see me in his flat on Saturday afternoon. I overheard a whispered conversation between the two girls sitting behind me. One of them said, "Poor cow," and the other replied, "Just be glad it's not you."

Of course I spent the intervening time torturing myself with visions of all the things which Leckie might do to me. It was more or less certain that he would screw me and I hated the fact that there was not a thing which I could do about it. I had spent all my teenage years in boarding school apart from school hols so I had no real experience of boys but I knew that sex could be painful especially the first time when the precious hymen is torn apart. Sometimes I told myself that the stories of Leckie might just be made up and he would only give me lines or a lecture but other times my imagination ran total riot.

The dorm block is across the yard from the main school buildings and the housemaster's flat is on the top floor. Walking to the flat and knocking on his door was the most miserable time in my entire life. He let me in wearing a big greasy grin like a little boy at a sweetshop window and kept me standing in his small sitting room as he made a little speech about how I needed to be taken down a peg and made to see what happens to naughty girls. As he was talking he moved towards me and began to pull off my red cardigan.

"I think we'll just slip this off for now."

I stood there numb and speechless and then he was standing in front of me and he began to unbutton my blouse. I was horrified but what could I do?

Of course he had soon exposed my little white bra and he eased the blouse off my shoulders and dropped it over the arm of a chair. I was getting hotter and hotter and wondering how far he would go; I soon found out.

He walked around me and I felt him unzipping my grey skirt and then pulling it down to rest around my ankles. While he was behind me he unhooked my bra and it joined my blouse and cardi on the chair. I put my hands over my boobs and stood there sort of hunched forward.

"Take off your shoes and socks Julie."

I hesitated realising that obeying his order would mean uncovering my boobs but, having let him virtually strip me, I was at a big disadvantage so I glumly obeyed all the time feeling his eyes boring into my boobs. While I hopped about taking off my shoes and socks I had moved across the room away from him leaving my skirt in the middle of the room. He came towards me and I backed away now wearing only my thin pink cotton briefs which I knew showed the shape of my cleft very clearly.

"Please Sir, I think I should keep my pants on."

He stopped and grinned.

"I don't think those are regulation school knickers are they Miss Julie?"

I stammered that senior girls did not have to wear regulation pants and he said that he was aware of that privilege but girls who were being punished for indecent behaviour did not have any privileges.

"I will ask Matron to remove all your knickers from your locker and issue you with seven pairs of bottle green regulation gym pants just like the juniors."

This was horrible as I knew that everyone would see my stupid humiliating knickers when I changed for gym and when I undressed for bed in the dorm. I began to plead with Leckie but he firmly told me that if I made a fuss he would ask Matron to confiscate all my bras as a junior girl does not wear a bra.

"It's not as if you really need a bra do you."

Did he know how embarrassed I was about my little A cups? For most of my career at The Turrets I had endured jeers of "Tiny Tits" and I was not far from tears.

As we had been talking he had been advancing towards me and I had been backing away so we had made a little circuit of the small room.

"Are you going to shed your illegal underwear Julie?"

I vigorously shook my head. I could not bear the thought of Leckie leering at my pussy and to my surprise he stopped chasing me around the room and began to write on a sheet of paper on his desk while I stood and watched him. When he was finished he sealed the paper into an envelope and handed it to me.

"Take this letter to The Head's study right now."

I took the letter and moved to the chair where my clothes were. I put the letter on the chair and reached for my bra but Leckie shot across the room and snatched the garment.

"Did I say you could get dressed? The door is there. You have a letter to deliver."

I looked at him in horror but he was clearly not open to discussion so I picked up the letter and opened the door to the corridor. I looked both ways then, with one arm over my boobs, I ran for the stairs. At this time of day the dorm house was empty then I was in the open air with the hard tarmac under my bare feet. There were small groups of girls milling about in the yard or sitting on the benches around the edges and they stopped and stared at the almost naked Julie dashing for the door to the main school. My ears were full of their shrieks and shouts as I ran into the school and slowed my pace as I did not want to be in more trouble for running indoors. The passageway was cold underfoot and I had to walk past two teachers who grinned at my plight as they guessed that I was being punished. I might as well have been naked as my knickers were sticking to my skin and I am certain the outline of every detail was clearly displayed.

At last I reached The Head's door and I knocked. One of Shirley's gang was lounging against a wall thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. The Head's voice called for me to come in and I went in closing the door behind me. I held out the letter still doing my best to cover my bare boobs.

"Mr Leckie said to give you this Sir."

The Head stood up from his desk and met me in the middle of the room then he returned to sit down behind the desk as he opened the envelope and read.

"So you refused to take your pants down when Mr Leckie told you to? Is that true?"

"W well, yes Sir. I didn't want to."

He asked me if I had seen what happened to Fran and of course I whispered that I had.

"Francesca did as she was told and took her punishment. If we had to cane you Julie and you did not co operate we would have to undress you completely in Assembly and make you stand on the stage like that while you waited for the cane. Would you like that girl?"

"No Sir."

"And a girl who was difficult and awkward would not only receive eight strokes."

I hung my head and he asked me if I thought perhaps I should do as I was told.

I whispered "Yes" and he made me say it louder then he told me to hand him my knickers. 

Quite apart from the fact that The Head was about to see that part of me which no-one, certainly not a randy old man, was ever supposed to see the act of taking one's pants down and being watched is just about the most bitterly humiliating thing any girl can have to do. I felt a bit sick as I took them off and handed them to him with one hand between my legs. As soon as he took my knickers from me I clamped that arm across my boobs. I hated the way that he was smiling as his eyes enjoyed the sight of the helpless girl in front of him then he turned to a cupboard behind his desk.

"You had better take this to Mr Leckie. I think he is going to need it.

The Head handed me the senior cane. It was quite heavy and made of very dark wood which was a bit knobbly and very flexible so the end wobbled as he held the crooked end. I was barely able to speak as I left the room aware that I was giving him a clear view of my bare bum.

So now I had to get back to Leckie by crossing the yard totally naked and everyone could see me holding the cane so they knew exactly what was about to happen to me. Most people just stood and stared as I went past but a few shouted not very nice remarks after me.

Back in Leckie's flat he took the cane from me and put it down on his desk then he put his arm around me and steered me into his bedroom. He was speaking quietly but I did not really take in what he was saying. He sat on the bed and pulled me down so that I was sitting on his lap and he began to stroke my face then his hand strayed down to my boobs which he stroked very gently. His other hand rested on my flat tummy and then dropped through my pubic triangle and began to press me right between my legs. He was telling me that I had been a very bad girl to do what I did with Fran and that I should be caned very severely.

"Do you want to be caned Julie?"

I whispered, "No Sir." My voice was unsteady due to what his hand was doing between my legs. My legs had come wide apart now of their own accord.

Leckie was saying that he could possibly offer me another choice if I wanted to take that choice. Of course it was obvious what the choice was and I said that I would do it if it meant not having to be caned.

He lay back on the bed and pulled me down with him so that we were side by side with his hand still working between my legs and beginning to make me moisten. Now his face came down to mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth as he was pressing my head back into the pillow.

Leckie must have used his free hand to unzip himself and push his trousers down because when he rolled on top of me I felt his hot member against my opening and he felt me go tense as I prepared to be violated. He made some sounds which I guess he thought were soothing and the hard rod began to ease inside me as I made little moaning sounds. My virgin hole was tight around the invader which felt very thick and as hard as an iron bar. I was sure that he was too big for me and that he would rip me wide apart then he suddenly made a very ugly sounding shout (sort of UUGH) and I screamed as I felt a sharp pain deep inside me and the body on top of me jerked as he rammed through my membrane. His head was bouncing up and down just above my face and he was ramming in and out of me with his body bouncing up and down on me and almost crushing the breath out of me.

I felt dangerously hot and my legs were all over the place but I found that my body was responding to him. My brain must have been full of endorphins and I was feeling much more charged up than I had been with Fran. He kept riding me but he was gentler now and he was telling me how well I was doing. My legs came right up so my bare feet were behind Leckie's back and I did not want him to stop; I was sure that he was a much better lover than some inexperienced boy.

Eventually we were both sated and he rolled off me leaving me laying there covered in his saliva with his sticky cum all over my pussyfurr and warm blood trickling down the inside of my thighs. My head was feeling all floaty and I was dimly aware that my lover was starting to clean up my face with his handkerchief and he was telling me how good I had been.

We laid there on his bed for some time as I recovered and then I have a dim memory of being led to the bathroom to clean myself up with him standing in the doorway. Then we went into the sitting room and he watched me get dressed. Of course The Head still had my pants so I could not put them on. While we had been in the bathroom Leckie had given me a "morning after" pill.




Hard Time at Fenton Turrets



I made my way down to my dorm and curled up on my bed. Later that day Matron came and confiscated my undies from my locker so that I had to wear horrible school pants for the rest of the term although I was allowed to keep my bras. Of course now I was "one of Leckie's girls" and I had to go to his room whenever he called me but my lover protected me and I knew that I would never be caned while I was his girl.