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Jail

By: cinnamon_kitten



The door closes behind me and I walk over to the bars. You are sat in the Jail room and look up at me. I smile and reach my hands out to you through the bars. You take them into your hands and I can feel how cold they are. 

"What an ending to a fantastic evening," I say. You look down and mumble something that sounds like sorry. I let my hand go up to your face and gently stroke across it. You have a cut on your lower lip and your eye is starting to turn a weird color. I let my mind wander back to what has just happened. 

We were at a bar together and you had left me to go get something new to drink and when you returned some guy was trying to hit on me. He had been pretty straightforward and I had my problems blocking him off. You jumped at him like a wild beast and the two of you got into a fight. Now both of you were in a Jail. I am just glad that you aren't in the same one. That would have been terrible. 

It took me alot of begging and pleading to be able to see you at all. The young Officer had tried to send me away, but when I started flirting and showing a bit of leg, he had turned soft and had let me in to you. But still there are the bars between us. I can't hug you and tell you how much I love you for what you just did. 

"Kiss me," I whisper softly and your face comes closer to the bars. Our lips meet gently and I press my body closer to the bars. Your hand comes around and rests on my ass. I moan lightly and let my hand slide to your chest. The craziest thoughts shoot through my head and I start trembling. 

Slowly I start undoing the buttons on your shirt and you moan into my mouth. I press harder into the bars, feel the cold steel against my body. Your hand slides down from my ass and along my leg, lifting it through the bar to rest against your hip. The bar is pressing against my hot pussy. I can feel the coldness of it through my wet panties. I have your shirt fully open now and let my hand go along your sides and then to your back. You shiver under my touch and I can feel the Goosebumps. 

I break our kiss and start licking along your neck. You moan again and I can feel it against my tongue. I lick lower and lower till I reach your hard nipples. I gently take them between my teeth and nibble on them. You let go of my leg and I move it down. Slowly I lower my body, my tongue making a trail down to your bellybutton. I let my tongue tease a while and then my fingers start undoing your button and zipper. I am on my knees in front of you now and I can see the big bulge in your pants. 

My breathing gets harder and I let my hand go over the hardness. I hear you suck in your breath. I enter your boxers and touch your cock. We both moan out as I do. Your pants slide of your hip and fall to the floor. I slowly lower your boxers. I want you naked for me. As soon as your boxers are low enough your cock spring up. I purr at it's beauty. I love your cock. The perfect shape of it, the way the veins pop out and the size of it. 

I wrap my small fingers around it, knowing I have no chance of going around all the way. I let my tongue touch the base of it and lick up slowly. You hold onto the bars and growl. I take my time, knowing that I am driving you crazy. As I reach the head of it drops of pre-cum greet me. I lick them up, tasting you. Gently I let my mouth cover you and suck you in. You grab my face with your cold hands and start sliding into my mouth. I suck and tease with tongue. You slide in 4 inches and then back out again. Slowly you start sliding in again until you hit the back of my throat. 

My hand grabs the base of your cock and starts jacking you into my mouth. My second hand goes up under your balls and starts squeezing. You love fucking my mouth and start moving in and out faster. I let go of your balls and move my hand between my legs. I slide the panties aside and slip into my soaking slit. I purr at the touch and start rubbing more. You can hear the wet sounds from between my legs. You pull your cock from my mouth and tell me to stand up. I move up your body and kiss you. 

"Turn around and bend over Pet," you tell me. I do as told and you push my skirt up over my ass. The cold air meets my hot skin and I shiver. Your hand goes over my bare ass and down to my waiting pussy. Your fingers slide right into it and you moan out. 


"Mmmmm. What a nice wet pussy you have Pet." You start moving your fingers in and out of me. My hands have gone up to my breasts and I am playing with my hard nipples. You get down on your knees and let your tongue touch my pussy. I purr and you start licking. My juices are running along my inner thigh. You start sucking and licking, trying to lap up my juices. I push my ass up higher and closer to the bars and you suck my hard waiting clit into your mouth. I moan loudly. You move back and I feel you stand up. 

"I know what you need Pet," you say, "Want to have it????" 

"Yes," I moan out. You laugh and slap my ass. 

"That's all I get?" you ask. I start begging. Begging for your big hard cock. Begging for you to fuck me. 

"Turn and come to me," you tell me. I turn around and press up to the bars again. Your hand goes to my ass and pulls me to you. The cold bar slams between my legs and my pussy wraps around it. I moan out. You move my leg back up to your hip and my pussy spreads further. I can feel your hard massive cock against my tummy. I start moving my hips, fucking against the bar. 

"You wanna fuck that bar or my cock pet?" you ask grinning. 

"You know that I want your cock Daniel," I answer quietly. You shift me slightly and your cock slides against my pussy. I can feel the hardness. Your hands go under my ass and you lift me up. I push my second leg through the bars and wrap my legs around you. You move me up more and your cock pops under me. Slowly, gently you ease me down. 

Your cockheads enters my spread pussylips. Pushing it's way into my soft wetness. My head drops back as I get filled by your massive hardness. My hands are grabbing the bars in front of me and my knuckles are turning white. I feel like screaming, but bite my lips instead. I know that if I scream the officer will come back and either locks me up too or throw me out. Ever so gently you slide all the way into me. I sigh out with pure contentness. You start bouncing me up and down on your cock. I adore you fucking me. Everything feels so right when you are embedded deep within me. 

Our breath is heavy and you start fucking me faster from below. You move back and then slam back into me. Little squeals escape me with every thrust. My hands leave the bars and run along your back. You start thrusting harder and I dig my claws into your flesh. Leaving my marks on your skin. My muscles grab you hard and I can feel every part of your cock in me. Your hands dig into my ass. I am so ready to cum. I start begging again. Begging you to let me cum on your cock. 

"You are mine pet, don't ever forget that!!" you growl as you slam deeper into me and start cumming. I can feel your hot cum inside me as I release my own orgasm. It shoots out of me onto your cock and drips down onto the floor. We both ride the wave of our orgasm. With every slam you make into me more cum shoots into me, mixing with my own and dripping out of me. Slowly my orgasm ebbs away and I lean forward. 

"I love you Daniel," I whisper. You lift me up and ease me off your cock. My legs unwrap themselves and you stand me down onto the floor. I still need to steady myself on the bars, because my whole body is still shaking. Your hand holds me at my hip and you kiss me softly…full of love. I tell you that I will be back in the morning to pick you up. Still on unsteady legs I leave the jail room. 

As I enter the Office I see the young Officer looking at me. His face is flushed and his trousers are not buttoned. I look back and notice the little window in the door to the jail room. I smile and wave at him as I leave the Police Station.

Jail Bait



by Amazing Grace (a/k/a Deborah) 

My entire family has spent at least some time in the slammer, except my mother; she's dead. My older brother James is a transvestite and got busted for soliciting which caused him to become the black sheep of the family (see the story “A Maze & Grace”). Doing hard time is one thing, dressing up like a girl and sucking cock is quite another, at least to my father. 

Daddy, he did a year for income tax evasion, a very reputable crime, according to him. “Who doesn’t try to fuck the IRS?” he asked when questioned about his criminal record.

I only spent one night in jail, for drunk and disorderly and resisting arrest. A wild party had gotten even wilder. The neighbors got pissed about all the noise, but what really ticked them off must have been when we all got naked and went outside and played volleyball. Something about corrupting the morals of their kids so they told the cops. What I can’t understand is why the dude who called the police watched us for an hour with binoculars before he made the call. And then the same guy offers to bail me out of jail if I promised to give him a blowjob. I told him to fuck off.

My sister Camille is a high-priced call girl. She only got nabbed once. She spent some quality time with a famous celebrity who had been in trouble with the law for drugs and such. Someone tipped the narcs and they got busted in a luxurious hotel suite with some illegal substances. 

“Totally stoned,” Camille related, “and naked, that’s how they found us. And Bobby, the famous dude in that TV show and those movies, starts mouthing off about how all cops have little dicks and no balls.”

Now my younger brother, Billy, he did some serious shit. He started with stealing bikes and moved on to grand theft auto. He really had a thing for Corvettes, particularly those several decades old, and they brought the most money.

“I love this one, Billy!” I raved about a 1967 Corvette convertible, red with a black interior and top. It had a 350 horsepower 327 and four speed. “Get a white one like this and I might buy it,” I offered, “if you give me a good deal.” He found a 1963, white with black interior and top. Great years for Corvettes, more like sports cars than those dogs they made in the 1980’s.

Billy would comb the entire country looking for the prime stuff. Finally he took one too many chances and got nabbed by the state police in a certain northeastern state while driving a 1961 Roman Red with White Cove, you guessed it, Corvette convertible that didn’t belong to him. The gun and dope he had in the car didn’t help matters much either. Five years in a maximum security joint is what he got. 

“Sis, you wouldn’t believe the things that go on in here,” he said so many times in different words in his letters. Such sad and shocking letters he wrote me. I couldn’t stand it, I had to go and see him.

Visiting Billy in prison became a little more involved than dropping in on my clients in their hotel rooms. I worked for an escort service for a short time to come up with the cash to pay my college tuition.

The prison bureaucratic red tape that must be endured before you visit your loved one is long and difficult. You have to turn in an application to a counselor who sits on it for awhile before passing it on to the department that does the background checks. They don’t even tell you if you’ve been granted permission. You just have to call and call and call.

At long last on the day you show up at the prison, it’s random searches of vehicles, registration, metal detectors, drug dogs, the guards feel you up real good and you even have to take off your shoes for inspection.

“Billy!” I hugged and kissed him when we at long last met. He cried and cried and cried. 

The visitation has some privacy, taking place in small cubicles with panels about five foot high. But if a convict or guest violates the rules, the visitor is quickly escorted from the premises.

“That guard, Roland, watch yourself with him,” Billy warned. “He’s the one who stuck the billy club up my butt my first day here.”

“What’s it like in here, Billy? The truth, tell me the truth.”

“If you’re pretty like me, you get along. I’m a girlfriend. My main man is a lifer; he split a hooker’s head open with a shovel he had in the back of his pickup. Jethroe is his name and he’s from West Virginia. I’m just another sheep to him.”

“Tell me more, Billy,” I begged.

“Well, Roland does me special favors if I do him special favors; a pack of smokes, generic though, for a blowjob. When he’s checking the cell blocks he’ll stick his dick through the bars when he knows I’m out of cigarettes.”

I gave Roland the once over the next time he passed by our cubicle and leered in. He looked like a fucking slob; about forty, pot belly and bad teeth, and he looked mean as a snake. 

“Hey cunt,” Roland snarled at me, “time to go, get your sweet ass out of here.”

“Billy,” I asked as I rose to leave, “is there anything I can do for you, I mean anything, to make your life more tolerable in this awful place?”

“Yeah, Sis, next time you come don’t wear jeans and a sweatshirt. Get all dolled up. You know, a dress or something. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a real woman. Sis, do you think, I mean would you consider, if I could arrange it, uh, I mean, oh never mind.”

“Spit it out, Billy.”

“Would you let me fuck you? I don’t even remember what pussy looks like. I could probably make a deal with Roland so he’d kind of look the other way while we’re doing it. I’ll probably have to have his dick for breakfast, lunch and dinner, but it would be worth it.”

“I’ll think about it, Billy.”

“One more thing, Sis?”

“What, Billy?”

“Bring me a wig.”

“No problem, Billy, whatever you want. I’ll bring some lipstick, mascara and other stuff too.”

We embraced briefly and I left. Roland pinched my ass when I walked out. I made like I didn’t even notice because I didn’t want Billy getting any more shit than necessary.

A month later I came back to the prison for another visit. This time I got dressed to kill, just like Billy asked. I dressed totally in black leather, and I mean everything. First, I put on a braid zip front leather halter with an adjustable neck and sure fit stretch panels. I didn’t bother with a bra. Then I slipped on the black leather thong and 17 inch lambskin mini-skirt with a zippered closure. I have a shorter one but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion. In view of my long legs, it came down to about mid-thigh.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” my father asked as I paraded around the kitchen in bare feet.

“I’m going to see the son you pretend no longer exists.”

“Which one?” Daddy asked quite seriously.

“Billy!” I screamed at him.

“Isn’t that nice. I wonder what he’s up to in that prison. No doubt he turned out to be a cocksucker just like your other brother. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, Daddy,” I reassured him. “And they are both good guys despite getting in a little trouble and being sexually promiscuous with both men and women. You know, Daddy, I’ve had sex with other women.”

“That’s different. I know what you and your girlfriends used to do up in your room. I could hear the vibrators and the moaning. A guy sucking another guy’s cock is something else, very sick and disgusting.” “Whatever, Daddy, father knows best.” With that I stomped off upstairs and finished dressing.

I struggled with the 11” black elk tanned leather cowgirl boots. As a final touch I decided on my designer cowhide blazer. It is satin lined with a 3-button closure and looks great with anything, from an evening dress to jeans.

Since I didn’t own a wig, I stopped at the mall and picked one up. I covered my blonde hair with a long straight black wig with six-inch bangs. It fell to past my nipples and I rather liked the look.

“Nice wig, Sis! Is that for me?” Billy asked as I entered the cubicle and greeted him.

“Yes, dear brother. You can have it when I leave. But what about my outfit? You asked me to get all dolled up.”

“You look awesome, Sis! Did you think about what I said, you know, the fucking?”

“Yes, dear brother. You can have it when I leave, no on second thought, let’s make that now. Let’s fuck and get it over with. Then we can talk. Did you make a deal with Roland?”

“Uh, well, sort of. I think he wants to watch.”

“OK, he can watch. I thought it would be worse than that.”

“Uh, well, I think he wants your panties? What are you wearing?”

“Black leather thong,” I replied as I lifted my leather mini-skirt and showed him. “What the hell does he want with these?”

“Roland wants me to wear the panties and the wig when I blow him. Something about he’s not queer and the idea of a guy sucking his cock kind of embarrasses him.”

“Whatever,” I responded nonchalantly. “You can have my top also if you want. See, you can zip down the front and reveal as much cleavage as you like. I’m not wearing a bra as you can tell.”

“That would be great, Sis! There is one more thing that Roland demands. He says you have to suck his cock while I’m humping you from behind.”

“Wonderful,” I groaned.

“Yeah,” he says his wife won’t blow him, and you should see her, what a dog. She’s the warden’s sister. But she is one rich bitch and got Roland this job. He says he has to go to those adult bookstores that feature the booths with the glory holes to get good head; or else negotiate with a convict like me to do him.”

“What a fucking pervert!” I snarled sarcastically.

“So you’ll do it then, Sis?”

“I guess so, but I’m not getting down on this tile floor. I’ll just bend over and you can slip it to me from behind. I’ll pretend Roland is Mel Gibson and have him shooting his load in about two minutes. Won’t be that bad I suppose.”

“Whatever you say, Sis!” Billy agreed gleefully.

I pulled the dual speed vibrator out of my purse.

“What are you going to do with that?” Billy inquired moronically.

“You don’t really think you or that fat pig Roland could make me wet, do you? I need to get it warmed up.”

“I’m surprised they let you bring that thing in here.”

“Yeah, well, I told them I had a prescription for it. You know, my doctor deemed it necessary for gynecological heath, much like jerking off is good for prostate health. I even have a phony note from the doctor and used a bunch of big medical terms. They didn’t have a fucking clue what I blabbered about.” 

“This vibrator is called a Deluxe Foreplay to Love Kit. Check out all the attachments I got for it, and for only $45.99.” I removed my thong and flung it at Billy, sat on the chair, snapped in my favorite attachment and began to do myself with the vibrator. Five minutes later I got a real nice buzz.”

“OK, get Roland in here, Billy.”

While Billy went to get the fat pig, I set up the MVC 3000 Miniature Tube Color Lipstick Video Camera to record. The lens barely protruded through a one inch hole in my purse, which also contained a power pack to which I connected the wires. 

When they both returned, I had slipped off the mini-skirt and unzipped the halter top all the way, displaying my voluptuous breasts.

Both Billy and Roland had lust in their eyes and I could see the protrusions in their pants.

“Hey, cunt, your name is Grace, right? Well, Grace, I’m going to cum all over your pretty little face,” Roland spat sarcastically. “You are one pretty little bitch.” He began to drool.

“OK, let’s get it over with,” I sighed as I bent over. Billy quickly dropped his pants and entered me from behind, put his hands on my hips and started humping away furiously. Roland also quickly dropped his. He had a thick but short dick. I could get it all down my throat.

With one hand I cradled Roland’s balls and I played with his butt with the other, fingering his hole. I went down on him hard and fast, deepthroating him. He pulled off the wig, threw it on the table and grabbed my hair and pulled it roughly.

Roland didn’t even last the two minutes. He forced his cock as far down my throat as he could and put his hand over his mouth to stifle his cries of orgasmic pleasure. Then he pulled out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face, just like he said he would, singing “Amazing Grace” all the while in the worst voice I have ever heard.

“You little fucking cocksucking whore, this is what you wanted,” Roland muttered over and over as he painted my face white and sticky.

It didn’t take Billy much longer to shoot his load either.

“Pull out Billy, pull out!” I cried as I knew he was close. I hadn’t been too conscientious with my birth control pills lately and I didn’t make him use a condom.

I turned around, got down on my knees and let my little brother cum in my mouth. He chewed on my thong as he got off so as not to cause too much noise and attention. I swallowed most of his cum and held him all in mouth until he stopped quivering.

When I finished I stood up immediately and got dressed. 

“Roland, do you have an e-mail address?”

“Sure, honey, you like my cock so much you want more, huh?”

“Sure do, Roland,” I cooed as he handed me a slip of paper with the address scribbled on it, and then he swaggered out of the cubicle.

Billy and I talked for half an hour and then I got up to leave.

“When are you coming back, Sis? Can we do this again?”

“I won’t be coming back, Billy,” you’ll just have to do without pussy. It won’t kill you. Besides, you have the wig and my thong. And here’s some lipstick, mascara and various other assorted beauty items. Make your own pussy.”

“But, Sis …”

“No buts, Billy, except your butt maybe being the substitute for pussy around this despicable place. But only if you want it to be. Roland will be protecting your ass from now on, not fucking it, or your big mouth either. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How, Sis?”

“Never you mind,” I got close to him and whispered as I turned around and left.

The next day I had a photographer friend of mine make some stills from the film. I scanned the best two shots of Roland’s cock in my mouth.

In the e-mail message to Roland I said, “Did my brother tell you I’m jail bait? Rumor has it the reason you got the job at the prison is because you married the warden’s sister. Don’t fuck with my brother and don’t let anybody else fuck with him either. We wouldn’t want your rich wife or her brother the warden to see these pics attached, now would we Roland? We wouldn’t want them to find out what you are really doing while you are supposed to be hard at work. Your days of being ‘hard’ at work are finished, you fat, ugly, disgusting worthless piece of shit pig. And if Billy asks you to, you better wear that fucking wig I left him; and the lipstick, and the mascara.” 

From then on, Billy’s letters indicated he actually enjoyed prison life. No, I didn’t ask why. I didn’t really want to know.



Jail Bait



It had been a long time coming. We had all watched him grow from a young boy into the man he was today, and he had finally turned 18. His name was Jaden and he was a hot young man. We had called him jailbait for years and he was finally legal. And it was now my time to corrupt him. Alyss was a young woman in her mid 30’s who had counted the days until this night.

Jayden had been a friend of her younger brother and she had had to go through misery waiting to have this chance meeting with the man. He was a little over 6’ tall with chiseled model looks and a body to kill for. Alyss and her friends would watch him on sports teams and in the back yard pool for hours. They would all get secretly wet as they talked about what they would do with the young man. All of her friends were happily married, but were itching to have the carefree FUCK once in a while. Since she was such good friends with Jaden she thought she would have the best chance of tutoring him on what women really want. And it turns out this is exactly what happened.

It was about five in the afternoon when she reached her parents house and ran into her younger brother.

“Hey John, (her younger brother), is Jayden coming by tonight?” She knew he would since there were only a handful of nights in the past few years that he didn’t stay. He didn’t have a great home life and spent most of his nights at John’s. Alyss also thought this was a driving force to his young body, he would take out his aggression on the weights rather than those around him.

“Yeah, he’ll be here after a while. He’s at the gym you know” John said.

Damn, I was here too early. Alyssa’s husband Jim expected her to fix dinner before he went out for the night and that would put some time constraints on how much time she would have to seduce the young lad.

“You know his b-day is tonight and we’re having a little party here for him.” He said

“No, I didn’t know that. Maybe I’ll come by later and see if you are being good” Alyssa replied.

“That’s fine, but Dad’s out of town and we have some liquor so you can’t come if your gona bust us” He stated rather emphatically.

“Hey this isn’t my house”, Alyssa said “but I’ll stay the night and make sure nobody drives away from here after drinking.” It would work out better than planned. She now had an excuse to stay from her man tonight and would probably have Jayden’s inhibitions lessened.

Just then Jayden walked in from the gym. And the sight of his rippled body had Alyssa all pumped up for her next phase of the plan. 

“Hey hottie, how are you doing on your B-day?” Alyssa said as she saw him walk into the room.

“I’m doing fine, how are you?” was his reply.

“No complaints here, I just told John I would chaperone your little party tonight and make sure nothing got out of hand.”

“Hey great. I haven’t talked to you in a while and that will give us a chance to catch up. You know I’m 18 today and I’m not jailbait anymore.” Alyssa began to blush. Did he have a felling about her plan tonight? “I know you guys always call me that. Its cool, I like the fact that I’m wanted by all you older ladies.” 

He had no idea what this was doing to her. She could feel the wetness start to build in her privates as she was talking to him. Couldn’t they smell it in the air. Since Jayden walked in she felt like her musk had gone off the radar. She loved the smell of her sex, but the boys had to know what it was. They were still young she told herself and maybe they hadn’t had the time to be acclimated to that smell yet.

“Well I’m off, I have to go home and make dinner for Jim before he goes out for the night. What time does your party start tonight?” she asked.

“Around 8 or so, but we are going to party a little before anyone else gets here." John answered.

“I’ll be back before anyone else gets here” Alyssa responded as the boys left the room.

She heard Jayden complain about how she was going to ruin everything as they walked down the hallway. This young man had no idea how the night was going to end up she thought as she grabbed her things and headed for the door.

She had exactly 3 hrs. to go home , get dinner finished, shower and get ready before she needed to be back. This wasn’t ideal time constraints and it would only give her about an hour alone with the boys before the partiers got there.

She Hurried into the house when she arrived. She was determined to get something simple started for dinner and save as much time for herself as possible. 

Just as she was finishing up with dinner Jim came out of the bedroom and headed for his plate.

“I’ve gotta eat and run tonight, the boys are waiting and I’m already late.” Jim stated as he wolfed down his meal.

“That’s fine, I’m going to run to. John is having a party for Jayden tonight and ZI want to keep tabs on him.” She replied

“God damn, you know he’s 18 and can take care of himself. You don’t have to baby-sit him every goddamned night.” He yelled. Realizing he probably wasn’t gonna get any tonight if his wife was out late.

“I’m also going to stay there tonight to make sure no one leaves drunk.” She retorted with a little contempt in her voice. Alyssa knew why he was mad and didn’t really care if he ever got any again.

“Great, I guess I don’t have any curfew tonight.” Jim sheered. Alyssa knew this meant he would go home with some young thing for the night. He had been cheating on her for a long time and she had never confronted him about it. It was just easier to leave it be than ruffle the feathers. Besides, tonight was going to be about her and she wasn’t going to let him ruin it for her.



Chapter 2…………

Now the night was really going to begin. With Jim gone she could really enjoy getting ready and wouldn’t have to explain her outfit to anyone. Thinking this she made her way up to her master suite, not wanting to wait any longer, her transformation for the night.

As she stood under the shower she thanked Jim again for not shorting her on the bathroom in this house. She sold him on the oversized shower saying they would have room to really get nasty in it, but for all his trying they had yet to have sex in there. She thought this sort of funny as she began to think of Jayden and the night ahead.

The shower had always been erotic to her. The feel of the water enveloping you like a large hand, just not willing to let go. She began to let her hands wander as she enjoyed the feeling of the water. She let her palms lightly rub her nipples as they continued to make their way up and down her body. She could feel the nipples crinkle and harden under hands at every pass. She had always been a breast person. Since she was a little girl she had always loved the way it felt when her breasts were stimulated. They were just so sensitive. They would get hard even with the slightest breeze when she was younger, and she had always loved to show them off. Tight shirts were a must and no bra was always preferred. Flaunt it if you got it she had always lived by. She definitely had it. Her breasts were a 36C and unusually perky. Even for her age they still stood up, and if you compared it to a normal woman’s breasts they looked fake they were so perky. She prided herself on the fact that they were 100% natural though. Oh how she loved to play with her breasts and nipples.

Alyssa began to let her hands explore more as she really began to relax. Down to her waist and her thighs. She liked to kind of tease herself when masturbating. She would never dive right in and begin to go hard and fast. It worked so much better and was so much more intense if she really let herself get worked up before she began to play with her pussy. She went between her thighs and tits a few times and reall let the juices begin to flow. She could feel her wetness flow down her leg despite th shower flow all around her.

She let her hand graze by her mound this time by. A slight moan left her lips as the contact happened. When her hand got to her breast she kept it there and began pinching and pulling lightly at her nipples. They were really hard now and absolutely on FIRE.

She let one hand start again for her nether region. This time leaving one hand caressing her nipples knowing the other was about to go to work down stairs. 

She could feel her clit harden in anticipation of her hand moving closer. She was so hot. The smell of her juice mingling with the shower was intoxicating. The heat radiating out of her was incredible. She knew she hadn’t been this aroused in quite some time. She let her hand fall down between her legs. Oh what heaven. It felt so nice to be touching herself in this state of arousal. She had just shaved, she loved the slickness of a shaved pussy and the sight of it just absolutely made her insides do flip-flops. Her lips were already beginning to part and she was just getting started. Putting her hand in a fist with her index finger outstretched she began to run it up and down her slit.

“Oh god Jayden she whispered as she bit her lip” She was using him as her object of desire now.

“Oh you know just what to do.” She pulled hard on her nipple. Picturing his teeth clinched upon it.

She again started to concentrate on her pussy knowing it wouldn’t take long now to reach her peak. She began to run her finger faster over her lips and folds. . Then she plunged her finger all the way in. She could feel herself contract around the finger. It felt so good to have it inside of her. She began fucking herself with it faster and faster. Then she added fingers every stroke. First one, then two, then three, and finally all four were inside. She was really losing it now. Her pussy was clamped down tight and she could hear the slurping sound it was making. Alternating pinching each nipple harder now. She was so close, oh so hot. Pinching twisting her nipples, fingering her pussy she could feel the sensation grow, she was so hot now. She let her hand fall from her nipple and grab her ass cheek. She began grabbing and pulling at her ass. Spreading her pussy wider, wider, trying to get more of her fingers inside. It felt so terrific, she let her hand and fingers grab closer to her anus. She was so close now she wanted everything in every hole she wanted to be filled to the brim. She traced her finger around her little star. She loved to be teased back there. Then she began to push a finger inside. She loved the feeling of the pressure on her sphincter. Oh it was so naughty and erotic. She couldn’t hardly stand it. The pressure kept building. On her anus on her clit on her insides. It was wonderful bliss. Then she felt the pop of her ass opening to the finger and it was too much. She barely got her finger into her ass when the orgasm hit. 

She could feel the spasms everywhere. On her insides her pussy was quivering and spasming on her fingers. On her fingers she could feel first hand what the orgasm felt like. Her sphincter was going crazy, Clinching again and again on her finger. 

“oh God, YEEEEESSSSSS, YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS” she screamed. It was lasting so long, and felt so good.

It began to subside and she felt her legs come back under her. Its never been that good before she thought as she began to be able to think again. If its that hot just thinking about him, its going to be great with him actually between these legs later was the only thought in her head as she turned off the shower and began to think about what she would wear that night.

Chapter3…



Jail Bait



Patty and Bobby felt like intruders and out of place with all these teenagers. Everywhere they looked, all they could see were high school kids making out and sneaking feels of each other.

Finally Bobby said," Patty I've had enough of all this kid stuff; I'm going home," then he asked her," Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

Patty replied, "Yes," and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Bobby replied, "Anywhere you want to Jailbait, it's up to you."

They set a time and Cousin Bobby went home. 

Patty went up stairs to give the kids some privacy. She was in the bathroom in her parent's bedroom; getting ready for bed, when she heard voices, coming from the bedroom.

Patty walked to the bathroom door and looked in the room to see what was going on. She saw her kid sister Chrissie, and her boyfriend Rob lying on their parent's bed making out.

Chrissie had her arms around Rob's neck. He had one arm around her neck with his hand on her breast gently squeezing it. He was rubbing the inside of her sister's thigh with his other hand slowly working his hand up under her short skirt as they kissed passionately.

Patty wished Bobby would kiss her that way, and put his hands on her breasts. As she watched them; she felt her own breast making believe it was Bobby caressing her breast.

Patty was expecting to see her younger sister take her boyfriends hands off her breast and thigh, instead she heard her sister say," Rob Baby, we have to be quiet, I don't want my sister to hear us." 

Rob was laughing as he replied, "Honey bunny, then don't moan too loud,"

Chrissie was giggling as she replied, "What... do you think... you're going to get lucky or something?"

Patty watched as Rob pulled up her sister's top and unclipped her bra. She had a butterfly tattooed on her left breast just over her nipple. 

Patty never knew her sister had a tattoo. 

She watched, Rob licking around her sister's pink pointed taut nipples as he caressed her perky little breast. 

Patty closed her eyes and ran the tip of her finger around her areola, trying to imagine how it would feel to have Bobby licking her nipples and squeezing her tits.

Patty could hear her sisters breathing getting heavier. Then she heard Chrissie whisper, "Rob, you're getting me, so damn hot."

Patty knew she shouldn't be spying on them, but she never saw anything like this before. So Patty was glued to the spot she was standing on. Patty felt her own nipples starting to tingle. 

Patty heard her kid sister starting to moan and whisper to her lover. "Oh Baby, that feels so good. I love the things you do to me. 

Rob signed," Chrissie, you have the most beautiful tits, Ive ever seen." 

"Oh God Rob, Bite my nipple... ahhh Rob...not too hard... that's it."

Patty's eyes were locked on her sister's hand as she watched her rubbing her boy friends penis through his jeans. She saw Rob slide his hand all the way under her sister's short skirt until it was between her thighs. Chrissie jerked her hips up as Rob's hand touched her crotch. She heard her moan, "Oh GOD...Rob... Baby... that feels so good."

Rob said, "Chrissie, you're so wet, your panties are soaked."

Rob," stick your finger in me and feel how I am inside." 

Rob said." Baby, you're so freaking tight." As he started finger fucking Chrissies.

Chrissie moaned."Yess... yess... that's it, do it...just like that, Rob."

Rob said. "Oh God, Honey, I want you so bad." 

Patty watched Rob's hand bobbing up and down under her sister's skirt. Chrissie was lifting her hips up as Rob finger fucked her. She had her eyes closed, and she was breathing through her mouth moaning, "OH Baby that's it... finger me... play with my clit."

Patty watched as Rob licked around Chrissies taut pink pointed nipples, as he continued finger fucking her.

Patty's own nipples were hard and starting to tingle. She was subconsciously caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, and she wondered how it would feel to have Bobby's hand under her skirt over her vagina...playing with her clit. 

Patty saw her little sister start shaking her head from side to side, as she jerked her hips up and down moaning, "Oh God...Rob ...I'm cumming... Rob...I'm cumming."

She looked on as Rob pulled up Chrissies short skirt and she watched her little sister arch up her hips so he could peel her panties down her legs.

Patty couldn't believe what she was seeing. Rob held up her sisters panties, then he sniffed and sucked on the crotch of Chrissie's panties,then he said,"YUMMY." As he tossed them on the floor.

Patty sucked in her breath as Rob started kissing and licking Chrissies belly. Chrissie's pussy was shaved and she had a little gold ring piercing the lips of her vagina. Her cunt was so wet her juices were running down the insides of her thighs.

Patty's pussy was getting very wet too. Without realizing it she was pinching her nipple and she had pulled up her nightgown and put her hand between her legs over her vagina. She was slowly running her finger tip around the outline of her own pussy lips teasing herself, as she watched them. 

She heard her baby sister say, "Oh God Rob, I want you to eat me, please eat me?"

Patty gasped; held her breath, and bit her lower lip as Rob got between Chrissie's legs, and started kissing, sucking and licking the insides of her little sister's tights, Chrissies was moaning, "Ahhh Yess that's it Baby."

Patty was pinching her nipple and running her finger tip between the lips her pussy. She was soaked, and her juices were running down the insides of her thighs.

Rob got between Chrissies legs and put his head between her thighs against her crotch and started rubbing his face against her little sister's cunt. Chrissie was squirming and moaning and humping up against Rob's face as he lapped up her juices and licked her clitorus. She head her sister say, "Oh GOD Rob, That's it baby... Don't stop."

Patty's finger tip was between her pussy lips now. She was running her finger tip around her clit teasing herself; torturing herself, as she fantasized about it would feel to have Bobby doing those things to her.

Patty saw Chrissie's face contort in pleasure as she grabbed Rob by his ears, and pulled his head deeper between her thighs and lock her legs around his head, as she bucked her hips up and down, whimpering, "Oh God Rob Baby, I'm Cumming again. Aaaaah shit Baby that was so fucking good. Now it's your turn."

Patty was close to cumming herself, but she didn't want to cum yet. She was enjoying the wonderful wicked sensations she was feeling as she played with self, and she wanted to see what was going to happen next. 

Rob crawled back off the end of the bed and stood up. Chrissie slide down to the end of the bed and ended up with Rob standing between her legs. 

She watched Chrissie open her boyfriend's jeans and pulled them down. She saw his cock spring straight out. Patty's breath caught in her throat as she saw her sister take his cock into her hand and kiss the head of his dick. 

Patty couldn't believe her eyes as Chrissie flicked the tip of her tongue across and around the knob of his penis. Patty's mouth watered as she saw her little sister lick up and down the shaft of Rob's dick and kiss his balls. 

Patty bit her lower lip as Rob penis disappeared into her baby sister's mouth. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, then she heard the slurping sucking sounds her kid sister was making as she sucked on her boyfriends dick

Patty watched Rob push her sister's head off his dick His cock was glistening with her spit and drool. She heard him say, "Baby, I've got to stick it in you."

Chrissie said, "Hurry up baby, I want to feel you in me." 

Patty watched Chrissie crawl up into the middle of the bed. She looked on as Rob pulled off his jeans and sneakers and get between her wide open legs. She saw Chrissie arched up her back as Rob pushed his dick into her little sister. As Rob's cock disappeared inside her sister's pussy, she heard Chrissie moaned. "Oh God Rob, that feels so good, do it to me..."

Patty watched Rob slamming his cock in and out of her sister while she flicked her own clit. Chrissie drew her knees up by her breast and begged him, "Rob, do it harder, fuck me harder baby."

Patty could hear Rob grunting as he fucked her little sister, she heard her baby sister whisper;" Oh Rob every time we do it, it gets better."

Rob and Chrissie weren't aware of the sloppy sloshing sounds they were making as Rob plunged his cock in and out of Chrissie's wet cunt. 

They didn't notice the sounds from the bed springs squeaking or the head board tapping against the wall.

They didn't hear the sounds of Patty's rapid breathing either as she masturbated fantasizing about how it would feel to have her cousin Bobby making love to her... fucking her...like Rob was doing to her baby sister. 

Chrissie groaned, "Oh God Rob, you're so big, Ooooh... God Baby... faster... I'm going to cum again."

Patty saw Rob's body stiffen and she heard him groaning, "Ooh Baby it feels so good you're so fucking tight and wet...Ahhh... shit... I'm cumming."

Then she heard Chrissie yell, "Rob, don't cum in me. I'm not wearing my diaphragm"

Rob pulled his cock out of Chrissie, and shot stream after steam of cum on her sister.

Patty bit her lower lip, as she tried to imagine how it would feel to have Bobby shooting his sperm inside her love cannel. With that though going through her mind, she felt her knees getting weak as her body started to tremble and her own orgasm took her over. She took her hand off her tit and put it over her mouth trying to muffle any noise she might make as she came. 

Patty didn't come very good, she wasn't satisfied. She wanted more, she wanted her cousin Bobby to take her virginity and make love to her. 

Patty ran back into the bathroom and hid in the shower. She was afraid that they might use the bathroom. 

Chrissie came in the bathroom. While she standing in front of the sink washing and fixing her clothes, she said, "Patty, I saw you standing in the doorway. Did you enjoy the show?

Chrissie smiled at Patty and winked as she asked," Hmm, does Bobby do it to you that good?"

Patty was shocked and embarrassed, and said," I'm sorry I didn't mean to spy on you. I didn't how to let you know I was in here. I didn't want to embarrass you."

Chrissie replied, "That's okay, tell me? Does Bobby do it to you that good?" 

Patty replied, "I'm not having sex with Cousin Bobby or anyone. Beside that he's is our cousin."

Chrissie laughed and said, "Patty, he's my cousin, not yours."

Chrissie winked and said, "Patty have you ever heard of kissing cousins?"

Patty wanted desperately to talk to someone about her feelings for Bobby. But she just sadly replied,

"Bobby doesn't think of me like that. He calls me his cousin Jail-Bait, what can I do?"

I t was almost as if Chrissie knew, because she stopped before going out the bathroom door and said,

"You know Patty, You might need to let him know that you're interested in him, and remind that your not really cousins and that your over eighteen so you're not jail-bait."

Patty had a restless night dreaming about Bobby. She could feel his hands on her breasts caressing them and gently pinching her nipple just the way she likes it, she felt his hand go between her legs and gently play with her vagina. She could feel his finger tip circling her clitoris, teasing her, torturing her, driving her nuts with desire. 

She could see him above her, looking into her eyes. She was begging him. "Oh Bobby, take me. I've waited for you, for so long."

Patty spread her legs open wide, and gripped the bed covers, and arched her back up waiting for the twinge of pain she knew she would feel as Bobby broke her hymen and took her virginity.

But Bobby was whispering something to her..., something she couldn't hear. Patty was getting restless, trying to hear him asking him, "Bobby what is it...? What are you saying? But she couldn't hear him, and then she heard. "Beep... Beep... Beep..." 

What she heard was her alarm going off. She was dreaming about Bobby again. She wanted him so bad. But he just wasn't interested in her way. He calls her jail-bait.

Patty woke up frustrated with her night gown was up around her waist; she was horny and her pussy was soaked, she tried to masturbate to relieve her need, but she couldn't cum. 

Patty was thinking about what Chrissie had said, and she knew that she had to do something to change their relationship. 

End of Part One. 



Jail Bait



Drumheller's one claim to fame was the state operated reformatory. With a prisoner population of close to a thousand inmates it provided employment to a couple of hundred of the locals.

The population was mainly first offenders serving terms of less than two years. There were a lot of young males doing drug raps. 

For three years I had been employed in the reformatory's kitchen as a server on the food line. I took a lot of ribbing from some of the guys who were deprived of female company but the union wages and benefits made it well worthwhile. I was bringing home more money that my husband who worked as a mechanic in the local Ford dealership.

Truthfully I was not hard on the eyes, twenty-nine years old with a pretty face and a slender shapely figure. My raven black hair cascaded half was to my ass but I had to wear it stuffed up under a hair net while working. My 38C breasts where quite pronounced under my form fitting uniform smock. I had taken the liberty of shortening my smock three inches above the regulation length bringing the hem a couple of inches above my knees.

The one drawback to the job was the split shift. We started at 6 am serving breakfast and then were off until lunch at noon. There was a two-hour break before dinner and then we finished at 6 pm. 

We got a split shift bonus but it wasn't worth going back into town between shifts so we usually stayed in the staff lounge watching TV.

In addition to staff the "trustees" were allowed to use the staff lounge. The trustees were minimum risk inmates serving as staff while they did their time. They got to be appointed trustees for their good behavior and were allowed several privileges.

Trustees did not have to report for the mid-morning and mid-afternoon roll calls and were allowed to socialize with staff member. 

The trustees would come and go as they served their time. I would make friends with some of them and spend our idle time chatting. I often thought about some of them in a sexual way but never let them know.

If the truth were known my husband was not keeping me happy in bed. He was always "tired" after work and I was lucky to get it twice a month. All day I was in the company of guys who were just dying to get their cocks in a woman, any woman.

That was when Steve came on the scene.

Steve was a dark hair nineteen year old serving time for date raping a high school girl. He told me he had done it because she had been teasing him for weeks, letting his feel her up but never allowing him to screw her.

Steve said one of his buddies had given him the powder to put in her drink and she passed out and they both fucked her.

She had told her mother about it and Steve ended up doing eighteen month.

Steve told me he had sex with some of the inmates in return for cigarettes and chocolate bars but it had been almost a year since he had fucked a woman.

The thought of Steve's deprived cock haunted me. Here we were, two frustrated adults desperate for satisfaction. I could resist no longer, I broke one of the cardinal rules, I came on to Steve sexually.

We were sitting at a corner table away from the others.

"Would you like to fuck me?" I brazenly whispered to the good-looking young lad sitting across from me. 

Steve looked at me surprised, not sure he had heard me correctly.

"I need a good fucking!" I explained.

"But how?" Steve looked puzzled. 

"In the stock room." I answered.

In the back of the kitchen there was a large stockroom for canned goods and boxes of powdered eggs, instant mashed potatoes and other such goodies. It was a poplar place for the female staff to fuck the guards and inmates.

"I will go first and you wait a few minutes and follow." I told Steve.

I got up and casually made my way to the kitchen, no one was watching. Once in the stockroom I peeled of my panties and waited for Steve to arrive.

In a couple of minutes the stockroom door opened.

"Is that you Steve?" I said.

"Yes." He answered like a little boy on Christmas morning.

"Back here." I called bending forward against the shelving and hiking my skirt up over my bare ass.

"I don't have a rubber?" Steve cautioned.

The prison did supply condoms for the inmates, as they knew they were having sex with each other. Steve had not foreseen the need to bring one with him. I was in what I figured was my "safe" period and was willing to take the chance.

"Fuck me Steve, stick it in me!" I begged.

I felt his cockhead parting my pussy lips from behind. With one mighty thrust he plunged into me.

"Ummmmph!" I moan as I was instantly filled with hard cock.

My pussy desperately gripped his thick cock as he begins soothing my itch.

Steve reached further into me than my husband did. Never had I had as a long cock in me since I let that colored guy fuck me at my bachelorette party.

"Oh God yes!" I whimpered as Steve furiously worked my hole. "Fuck me Steve, fuck me! Cum in me Baby!"

Steve grasped my hips and was slamming into me like a bitch in heat. I knew I was about to get his built up load of potent sperm. I shoved my cunt back onto his extra-large shaft. 

The orgasm hit me like a speeding locomotive. It had been so long since I had experienced an intense orgasm I was not prepared,

I screamed out my ecstasy, risking our discovery by the kitchen staff. Steve made a final thrust as his cum started flooding my pussy.

Satiated for the first time in months I hurriedly pulled on my panties with Steve's cum still running from my cunt.

It just happened that was the night my husband decided to have his weekly quickie. As he climbed on top of me I feared he would detect that I had been used by another man just a few hours before.

Rick slid into my sloppy cunt without comment and blew his load in the usual two minutes. Satisfied he rolled off me and went to sleep. 



Jail Bait



Cargill Women's Prison: the one place you wouldn't send your worst enemy. This is the closest to hell I ever want to be, but here I am, all because I'd listened to my boyfriend when he said, "All you have to do is sit in the car, baby, and wait for me. I won't be long. I love you." Well, here I am, waiting, and serving out my sentence of 5-10 years for accessory to first degree theft and murder! All I did was drive the getaway car, he killed the security guard!! Aarrrgghhh!!! How stupid was I? Never mind, don't answer that.

Anyway, this is my life now, and it's terrible here. The food is terrible, the living conditions are horrendous; even the guards look the other way when something bad happens. They're probably on the take. We're only let outside two hours a day for exercise and fresh air. I've been here for a few years now, and women get hurt here on a daily basis. I'd been fortunate so far; no one has really bothered me too much. The only bright spot in this hellhole is my cellmate. She's Black, like me, light-skinned, with a cute figure, about 34C-28-36, named Keisha. She came soon after I did, and was thrown into the cell with me. Her crime was similar to mine, so she and I decided to band together and ride this out as long as we could. That would be put to the test sooner than we thought.

She and I were talking quietly one night, so no one would hear us. Laying her head on my shoulder, she told me she'd heard that rapes happen frequently in jail, and I said I'd heard that too. She said, "Sometimes they take women two and three together; one of the girls told me she was made to eat the other girl's pussy. She said she didn't like it, but she had been threatened, so she did it. What do we do when it's our turn? Because you know it's gonna happen."

"Well," I said, "maybe we could familiarize ourselves with each other's bodies, and find out what the other doesn't like, so if we get thrown together, we could do that, and then whoever takes us won't get any pleasure out of our degradation. Maybe they'll leave us alone." 

"It's possible," she said, "but what if we start enjoying it? Even if it's painful?" 

"I don't know; maybe think of something unpleasant, like an unhappy memory? I remember this guy forcing me to the floor once, trying to rape me. At one point, he stuck his finger in my face, and I bit it. I haven't liked being forced to do anything since then. I'm going to think about that." I said. Keisha came up with an unpleasant memory worse than mine, and she started to cry. I drew her into my arms, and kissed her forehead, crooning and rocking her. She reached out and touched my breast just then, lightly rubbing the nipple and twirling it around. My breath caught in my throat, and I inhaled the scent of her hair just under my nose. We were shielded by a sheet over the bed, so no one could see into our cell. She reached under my shirt to touch my breast, and suckled on the nipple. I leaned back and let her have her way with me. Just from her sucking on me, I could feel myself getting wet. I reached for her breast, but she pushed my hand away. I thought I heard her mumble the word later, but wasn't sure. 

I laid down, and she pushed my shirt up over my head. She sucked on both breasts, as if she was the baby daughter I never had. I was having a hard time keeping quiet, but I managed to do so. She stayed there for what seemed an eternity, licking and sucking, before her hands wandered down my stomach and into my soaked panties. I pushed myself up higher on the bed, and she spread my legs. She blew her hot breath on my pussy, and I got chills. I threw my head back and she took that as a sign of surrender. 

I felt the tentative touch of her tongue between my closed pussy lips, and then she pushed her tongue in further, and spread them. Her thumbs came into play, and spread my lips open, so she could lick me clean. I thought I would cum again before she got to my clit. When she did get there, she wrapped her lips around it, and hummed on it. She would alternately lick my clit, then blow on it, then she dipped her tongue into my pussy. 

Sliding two fingers in, she found my G-spot, and I exploded. She kept her fingers inside me, and came up to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips. I continued kissing her, and rolled over on the bed, so that she was under me. I pushed her shirt up over her head, and began to suckle on her breasts. They were so warm and full, and I lost myself in them. I was having so much fun playing with them. I slid my hand down to her pants, and slid them down her hips. I kissed her lips, and slid my fingers into her pussy. I brought my fingers up, and could smell her cum on them. I licked my fingers, and she smiled at me. "Please?" she said. 

I kissed my way down her taut stomach, my destination, her pussy. I slid one finger into that tight hole, and sucked her clit into my mouth. I heard her clap her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. I could feel her muscles clench as she neared orgasm, could hear little gasps of air leaving her lungs as she breathed in and out. When she finally came, I took my time licking her clean, then moved up on the cot and snuggled up next to her. "Well," she giggled, "at least we know what the other likes."

"Yeah," I said. I hesitated for a second, then said, "You know I'm not gay, right?"

"Really? Neither am I, but you could've fooled me; you did a really good job licking me," she said.

"Thanks, I just love cunnilingus, a lot. My boyfriend used to do me a lot, but since I gained so much weight, he stopped. He hadn't done it in about two years."

She sat up, with an incredulous look on her pretty face. "Are you serious? He hasn't gone down on you in all that time, and you stayed with him?"

"Yes, I did. I know, it was dumb, but I always hoped that he would either change his mind, or I would magically lose weight. We never stopped having sex, it's just that part was gone."

She leaned down and kissed me, her hands running over my body. Her lips came up just enough to say, "I'll take care of you while we're here, ok? At least you will be satisfied sexually. Is that ok with you?" Trying to answer after a kiss like that was impossible, so I just nodded my head. She smiled, and went back to kissing me. We took off all of our clothes, and stayed naked the rest of the night, touching, kissing and learning all about each other's bodies. She quickly learned what I liked. After a couple more mind-blowing orgasms, I had to push her away, and we rested for a little while.

She came up on her elbows, and asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yes, for now," I said, breathing heavily, "but we still need to know what the other doesn't like. For instance, I don't like my nipples being bitten really hard. Some people get off on pain; I'm not one of those people. I also don't like it when someone tries to spank me."

"I don't like it when someone touches me here," and she indicated her solar plexus. She said it gave her a creepy feeling, and it always made her angry when someone did it, and she had no idea why that was. 

"I have to tell you, if we get thrown together, and we are forced to perform for, whomever, we're going to have to do unpleasant things to each other, and it will probably go on for quite a while. Could you stand that?" She looked up at me and nodded. "Ok," I said, rubbing her back, "then we'll learn to deal with it."

Over the next few days, we stayed in close contact, as close as we could, since we were working in different stations. We'd look at each other and give a wink or a smile, and that made us feel better. At night, we would talk, and discuss what to do. About three months after we'd made love that first time, I was in the laundry room working, and she came running in. Before I had a chance to react, a couple of women burst in, saying vulgar things to her. She ran behind me, and tried to hide. I protected her as best I could, but I was pulled away from her by two other women. The first two women grabbed her by her arms, and she screamed. They stuffed a rag in her mouth, taped it to her face, and ripped her clothes off, exposing her beautiful body for all to see. I lunged forward to stop them, but I was hit in the head. Blood dripped from a gash in my forehead, and it clouded my vision. Someone must have closed and locked the door, because no one seemed to hear her screams or mine. No one came to rescue us.

Next thing I knew, my clothes were being pulled from my body. I could feel harsh fingers pulling and ripping my clothes off of me. It was warm in the laundry room, but I couldn't feel it; my body was covered in gooseflesh. I was brutally tied to a chair. Keisha was paraded around in front of me, and on occasion, someone would spank her butt, leaving red handprints. I didn't know any of the women who were harassing us, but I would remember their voices. 

I stopped trying to save us, and looked at Keisha with the look we had agreed on, saying to her, 'we'll be ok, just keep breathing, and we'll get through this'. The biggest woman, who I named 'Bertha', came over to me, and smacked my face, sending my glasses flying. Now, why did she have to do that? I hate when that happens. I got very angry, but didn't move. I spat blood from my mouth, and looked up at her. She was humongous, and she leaned into my face and kissed me. "Mmmmmm, you taste good! Wonder how your pussy tastes?"

Keisha was brought before me, and the gag was pulled from her mouth. Another woman forced her to the floor in front of me. She coughed. She looked up at me, with tears in her eyes. I smiled at her, and winked. That was our cue to say that we would be ok. Keisha was forced to kiss me, and I could hear raucous laughter and taunts from the other women. She was pulled away from me, and taken back behind one of the dryers. I could hear her screaming from whatever was being done to her. I sat there and closed my eyes, listening to her screams, my heart tearing at each one. I knew she wanted me to help her, but I couldn't. They brought her back out, and she was made to go down on me. My legs were held wide open, and someone pushed Keisha's face between them. It didn't feel good at all, so my reaction was genuine. I bucked to get her off of me, and to escape the chair, but I was held fast by the ropes. More laughter followed as I fell down with the chair. I looked up at Keisha, and she was standing there, shaking. I was untied, and held down on the floor. One of the other women attempted to go down on me, and I kicked at her to get her away. She kept trying, and finally succeeded in hurting me. 

I tried to yell, but was suffocated by the smelliest pussy imaginable. It was like breathing in the contents of an ashtray, full force, and I could barely hold my breath. Twisting my head this way and that trying to get some air was next to impossible. I couldn't see Keisha anymore, but I could hear her whimpering. I hoped she was ok.

It seemed like hours before we were let up and released. We were both bruised and battered, and well aware that it would probably happen again before it would stop. 'Bertha' got in my face, and snarled, "Don't tell, or we'll be back! 

They all left the laundry room, and I crawled over to Keisha, who was in a fetal position on the floor. I didn't dare touch her, but I lay down next to her, and got her to open her eyes and look at me. She had a bruise on one eye, and it was rapidly getting worse. I said, "Are you alright, honey?" She nodded, and closed her eyes again. "I wish I could touch you, to make you feel better. I know I can't, and you probably don't want me to anyway, but I want you to know we survived this, we're the stronger ones, they are the jackals who prey on the weak. They didn't get us, Keisha, we're still here!"

She looked up at me, and smiled weakly. "I'm not as strong as you, I want to die." 

"NO! You are not going to die, you are going to live, you hear me? You are not going to let them win! Open your eyes, right now! Fight, Keisha, FIGHT! Fight for your right to win! 

Fight for your right to live and have a decent life once you get out of here! Come on baby, fight! Don't fight for me, fight for yourself!" 

She opened her eyes, and stared at me, defeat written all over her still pretty face. 

I realized that there was only one thing I could do to get her to get her to fight, and that was to make her angry. I sat up, reached over and touched her solar plexus. I felt her flinch a little, and I thought, 'good, there is still some fight left in her yet.' 

I continued rubbing lightly, and she mumbled, "Stop." 

I said, "Make me." 

I did it again; she said, "Stop!" 

I said, "Make me!" 

I did it again a third time, and she rolled over, with blood in her eyes. "I said, STOP!" 

I sat back and said, "I knew you still had some fight left in you. Now we need to use that fight and get these women stopped."

"I don't know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to; we can't trust anyone here." she said.

"I know, we're going to have to think carefully about what we do or say from now on. Don't worry, we'll fix this. Right now, we need to get some medical attention, and fast. You don't look good, and neither do I."

I helped her get up as best I could, touching her as little as possible, and we made our way to the medical station. The nurse took one look at us, and said, "What happened to you?"

I had to come up with a story quickly. She treated our wounds, and let us go. We made it back to our cell long before lights out, and just stayed there all night. She and I held each other for weeks after the attack. It didn't happen again, but I kept my eyes open for anyone else who had that same glazed-over look in their eyes, or if I found a girl who had been molested by 'Bertha'. 

I found out that 'Bertha' was a lifer, an inmate who was serving four life sentences, not only for molestation, but for a quadruple murder. Her real name was Rhoda Jean, and she was no one to mess with. She was a frequent visitor to "The Hole", which was a dark, dank cell, two feet below ground level. I heard it stank to high heaven down there, there were rats and mice scurrying around, and it was a place I wanted no parts of. You never knew what time it was when you got out, or whether it was day or night. 

I knew we had to be extremely careful who we talked to, and what about. Rhoda Jean had eyes and ears everywhere; it seemed that she ran the jail, instead of the warden. I maintained my vigil in keeping myself and Keisha safe, and kept my job in the laundry. I just refused to remember what had happened there. I met another woman in the laundry, her name was Adele. She told me that she'd had a run in with Rhoda Jean about a year ago, and the same thing had happened to her. She also said that Rhoda Jean rarely attacked the same person twice. "Why does she attack people here anyway? Where does she get off thinking she runs the place?"

Adele said, "She's been here the longest, she knows the ins and outs of this place, and she will kill anyone who gets in her way from what she wants, or who. Watch yourself, ok?" 

"Ok, thanks, I will." I said, wondering if I should take her into my confidence. I decided against it, thinking that I should do this on my own. I told Keisha what I had learned, and she said she had learned something too; that one of Rhoda Jean's cohorts, Diane, was about to be transferred to our side of the jail, which means that Diane would be there all the time, looking at us, and telling Rhoda Jean what's going on with us. I was thinking another attack might happen soon, so Keisha and I prepared ourselves. We didn't want to be caught unawares this time.

A day or two later, Keisha was in the commissary getting lunch, and I was a few people behind her. All of a sudden, a noise sounded on the line, and I saw a tray flying in the air. Diane was one person behind Keisha, and she reached around and grabbed Keisha's hair, dragging her across the room. 

She was screaming, and no one moved to help her. I left the line and got in Diane's face, stopping her abruptly. She was surprised to see me there, blocking her way. She went to move around me, and I moved in her way again. Next thing I knew, I was sliding across the floor, as someone pushed me out of her way violently, then that person was standing on me. It wasn't Rhoda Jean, it was someone else. I was almost choking, because the woman had her foot on my neck. I pushed her foot off of me, then punched at her leg, right at her knee joint, which put her out of commission. I got up and ran to find Keisha, who, by this time, had been dragged out of the commissary, down the hall and into an office. I made it to the door just before it was slammed shut. I pushed my way in, screaming, "Let her go!" Surprised, Diane let her go. Keisha stumbled away from her, and I got in her face, challenging her. She looked behind me, eyes wide, and I ducked down in time and rolled away. I looked back in time to see her get hit in the head with a knife. Apparently, that knife was meant for me, but she got it instead. Diane fell lifeless to the floor, and...you guessed it, Rhoda Jean was coming after me. She and I were now in a power struggle, and she was winning. She backhanded me, and I hit the wall. She grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. 

She spun me around, teeth bared, breathing in my face, all but choking me with her horrendous breath. "What have you done? Look what you made me do!!" Her hand curled around my neck, and she picked me up off the floor, cutting off my air and choking me. I looked at her, and she had tears in her eyes, she was so angry. She put me down, and I hit the floor, gasping for air. She began to wail loudly about loving Diane so much, and losing her like she did, was unbearable. Keisha came out from where she'd been hiding, and as Rhoda Jean turned on me again, she came up behind her and stabbed her in the back with the knife. "Now you can see Diane again; I hope you're happy, in hell!!"

I looked at Keisha, and opened my arms to her. She came to them gladly, and hugged me. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll be okay; but are you alright? You just killed someone." I stroked her hair back from her face, and looked into her eyes. She was crying, but she seemed okay. The door burst open, and suddenly, guards were everywhere. We were separated and questioned, and gave basically the same story, it was self defense. We were sent back to our cell, with no extra charges attached to our sentences.

Our sentences were later commuted, and we were both set free. She and I rented a condo in another city far from the prison once we were out. We both went back to school, got good jobs, and life was great. Keisha got a job at a law office as a paralegal, and I got a job working from home. 

One night, Keisha came home after work and said she was going to take a shower and go to bed. I'd been working hard all day too, so I finished up what I had, stretched, and decided to take a shower as well. We had separate bedrooms and bathrooms; this was a really big condo. I came back into my bedroom, and was about to hit the sheets, when I noticed my bed was already occupied. Keisha was there, naked and waiting for me. I smiled and joined her on the bed, reached over and kissed her lips softly. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I slid a couple of fingers in, and she was already wet. I used my fingers to bring her off, while kissing her neck and face. With her first orgasm, I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers. I pulled out of her, and sucked her juices off one finger, and put the other one in her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, then said, "I want to eat your pussy now."

"Right now?" I asked, deciding to tease her a little. 

"Right now," she said, and she began to move over me. I scooted away from her, and covered my pussy with my hands.




Jail Bait



"Oh no, not yet. I want you first." She began to pout, but lay down, and opened her legs. "I don't want to eat you yet. I want to play with you for a little while, then you can eat me." She smiled as I rolled her over, leaned down and sucked at her nipples, tickling her at the same time. She grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it in her mouth, so she wouldn't scream out loud. I leaned into her face, and whispered to her for her to grab the bars of the bed, bite down on the pillow, and hang on. 

My hands wandered over her body lightly, stroking here and there, my lips kissing her breasts and nipples, my hot breath wafted over her stomach and sides, and all the while, she was breathing heavily. I could hear her giggling over the pillow, and then she'd stop and make mewling sounds when I would suck on her nipple or dip my tongue into her navel or pussy. I teased her mercilessly for an hour, before I finally let her have an orgasm. I also knew that she would do the same to me when it was my turn, and I was hoping she would do me no less.

When it was finally my turn, she looked at me, stroked my hair back, and dived on me, laughing. "Oh, you're gonna get it now!" She held me down and tickled me until I was gasping for air, then decided not to eat me just yet. She said, "Hold onto the bed, and open your legs. I've got a surprise for you." She left the room for a minute, and came back with a package. In the package was a 10" inch vibrating dildo, which was already on. She looked at me, and I smiled at her. 

She pushed the dildo into me, and completely filled me up with it. I gasped, "Oh wow, that feels so good, baby!" She would take it out, then push it back in, tease me with it, until I thought I would explode. Her lips closed around my clit, leaving just enough room so I could feel the vibrations from the dildo. The orgasm I had was out of this world! "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" was all I could say behind that! My hips bucked and I came so hard, it was unbelievable. She finished me off by pushing her breast and nipple into my pussy, and thumbing my clit gently. I tried to push her away, to no avail. 

I must have passed out, because when I woke up, I was in her arms, and she was kissing my face. "Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded sleepily, and snuggled up next to her breast. We stayed that way the rest of the night, each happy that we had found each other. Our life together would be one of laughter and love, and we looked forward to every day.



Jail Bait



Editor's Note: Though this is primarily a heterosexual tale, this story does contain scenes of gay male sexuality. If this offends you, please do not read further.

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To tell the truth, I'd gotten pretty tired of Terry. He'd seemed exciting and a little dangerous when we were first getting involved with each other; he could talk a good line. But now he was kind of tedious. He wasn't the exciting "bad boy" anymore. He was just a boy—and one who would never grow up.

But I guess I wasn't quite ready to accept the implications of this awareness and, when he asked me to go away with him for the weekend, I agreed. A few days away at the cabin his uncle owned seemed like it would be a nice break from work. Given that I was aware that the end ws near for us, maybe my acceptance of his invitation was using him. If so, I'm okay with that. He used my a lot more than I ever used him.

Terry referred to this as a "break," too. But what the hell would it be a break from for him? He didn't work—didn't have a job and, so far as I could tell, he didn't do anything around his house, either. At least, nothing but watch one of the 150 channels of TV he was stealing from the cable company.

I needed the break, though, so here we were, in my car (because, right...like Terry had a car that was reliable enough to drive down the block?) headed off for a weekend at a cabin with a guy I was to find out's even less of a man than I already suspected.

It was my car but Terry liked to drive. I guess he thought it made him more like a man. Hitting the accelerator hard made him feel like a man, too. I told him to slow down several time. We were off the freeway now and driving through small towns in Ohio. These towns were serious about enforcing the speed limits. They said it was for the safety of their residents, especially the children. But it didn't hurt that they made lots of money in fines.

It was after the third time I'd told the asshole to slow down that the inside of the car lit up red from behind. Oh shit! Now we'd be stopped. Terry would get a ticket that I'd wind up paying for because he was "just a little short."

It took Terry a while to slow down and pull over. He was acting strange but when I asked him about it, he said nothing was wrong. He was just looking for a place to pull over. He'd passed several places he could pull over so something was up, but he wasn't going to tell me what. We had plenty of time for him to tell me what was going on because the cop took his sweet time getting out of his cruiser and coming up to Terry's window. But Terry wasn't talking; he just squirmed in his seat a little.

The cop's suspicions had been raised, I'm sure, by Terry's delay in pulling over. As soon as he'd gotten Terry's license and the registration, he asked Terry to get out of the car. Terry's delay in complying with this demand did nothing to allay the cop's suspicions. When Terry finally got out of the car, the cop had him "assume the position" over the hood of the car and then stepped back to look in the driver's seat. His flashlight beam scanned the driver's seat and came to rest on a small corner of a plastic bag that was sticking out from between the seat cushion and the back. The cop pulled the bag out and I felt a sick feeling in my stomach.

The cop opened the bag, touched the powder and tasted a small amount. The taste confirmed his suspicions and his expression confirmed mine. Mr. "I-Don't-Have-Money-For-Gas" managed to come up with money for coke. Now, we were in deep trouble.

Terry was handcuffed, guided back to the cruiser and pushed into the back seat. Then the cop came up on the passenger side and asked me to step out of the car. I got out and he did his duty frisking me—very professionally. When he started to put handcuffs on me, I tried my best to get out of this. I told him I had no idea that Terry had anything illegal in the car. That didn't work. I tried flirting a little and crying a little. This guy was a straight arrow and it was clear that those tricks were not going to work. When I tried to argue that I had nothing to do with this and he didn't have any reason to arrest me, he said, "Are you," he fumbled to open the car registration sheet, "Stephanie Turner?"

Of course I was. And when I said so, I was treated to a lecture on the presumed responsibility of the owner of a car for illegal contraband transported in the car. I was escorted back to the cruiser and pushed in to the seat opposite Terry.

"You asshole!" I shrieked.

"Don't worry," Terry tried to console me. "I'll get us out of this." Fat chance. Terry never got us out of trouble. He didn't know how to move in that direction. But I didn't want to argue with him. I just wanted to pretend that he didn't exist.

The police station, if you can call it that, was little more than a large room with a small holding cell on one side and a couple desks and some file cabinets on the other side. There was the stereotypical cot on one side of the holding cell and that's where Terry and I were told to sit after we'd been "processed."

There were three cops in the office all together: the young, by-the-book guy who arrested us and two slightly older guys who appeared to have desk jobs. One had the gut you'd expect to go along with being a desk jockey and eating way too many doughnuts.

Nothing was happening and our requests to find out what was going to happen were met with silence or shushing. Finally, after we'd been sitting in the cell for about an hour-and-a-half, Terry got the attention of the oldest cop, who appeared to be a sergeant if I can read the stripes. Terry told him that he needed to talk to him and the sergeant came over to the cell. Terry went as far from me as possible and started whispering to the cop.

Terry pointed to me, covertly, he thought, but it was obvious enough to me. And the cop looked over at me. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it wasn't good. Maybe Terry was trying to blame the coke on me. The second time the cop looked over at me, his eyebrows were raised in a way that made me think something else was going on.

The sergeant walked over to the other cops and huddled with them for a while. They looked at me in just the same way that the sergeant had a second ago. I saw the young cop who arrested us shaking his head but the others were clearly putting pressure on him. Finally, something was decided. The younger cop sat down, looking uncomfortable and a bit unhappy; the two older cops walked over to the cell. As they approached us, Terry moved as far from me as the cell would allow. I had no idea what was up, but blissful ignorance didn't last long.

"Your boyfriend, here, tells me that you'd fuck us all if it would get you guys out of this jam you're in. Is that right?"

That shit! That little, weasely shit! That was his great plan to "get us out of this?" He was going to pimp me out to save his skin?!

I glared at Terry with a look that could wither a soldier. I was about to scream at him a dozen different appropriate things. But I didn't. I had an epiphany, I guess. I suddenly saw him very clearly for what he was and I hated him more than I could put in words. I despised him and was disgusted by him. And I wanted to hurt him, and hurt him bad.

All of this happened in a remarkably short period of time. I guess there was some delay in my answering their question—delay that the cops might have interpreted as hesitation—but not much. I summoned up my confidence and tossed by hair back before I said, "Sure. I'll do you guys if it gets me out of this." (I wondered if Terry noticed that I said 'me'.) I was working things out in my head as I said this and I was sure I would be improvising as I went along, but I had figured out enough of what I wanted to do to be willing to go ahead with it.

The cop with the gut said something about getting started and began to unlock the cell door.

"Provided..." I said forcefully, waiting for them to ask for the conditions.

"Provided what?" The cops looked a bit skeptical. Maybe they thought I wasn't in a position to bargain. But my terms weren't ones that they had any reason to object to, so I went on.

"Provided we do it right here in the cell and dipshit, here, has to watch." That provoked a snort from pudgy cop, who indicated that was fine by him.

"And I don't want him joining in, or even getting his perverted ass off on it. So I want you to handcuff his arms, spread-eagle to the bars." Terry was looking uncomfortable with this now. That was good.

He protested a bit as the cops handcuffed him, but his protests were completely ineffective and soon his arms were pinned wide apart and above his head. He would have a good view of the action, but no part in it.

"Okay, let's get this over with," I said, being cold and business like. If I followed my plan, I wasn't going to be acting that way for long, but it was important as a starting point.

"We're up for it," the pudgier cop said, no doubt thinking himself clever. "Take your clothes off."

"I'll tell you what ... I'll give you guys a peek at what you're going to get if you give me a peek at what you've got for me." They were fine with that. What the hell? They were going to get laid. They were fine with anything.

So I unbuttoned by blouse, just letting it hang open a little to show a peek at my bra, and I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. I didn't pull them down; I just opened them a bit to show my black lace panties. By this time, these guys had their zippers down and their cocks out. They were pretty average, cut cocks. Nothing to be too impressed with. But I 'ooohhh'ed over them just the same. "Nice! I might be able to have fun with these," I said as I walked over to them and put one hand on each of their hardening cocks. I didn't look at Terry, but I could see out of the corner of my eyes that he was watching closely.

After I'd stroked them to their full hardness, I backed away enough to give them a view while I shimmied out of my tight jeans and slipped off my blouse. Now, I was just in my bra and panties and neither hid much of me. I had the undivided attention of the two cops who were getting ready to fuck me. The young cop who stopped Terry and me, was still sitting at the desk. He was watching the action but showed no interest in joining is. Too bad! He was cute.

"Why don't you guys get some of those clothes off, too," I said. As they stripped, I slowly reached back to unhook my bra and let it slide down my arms to the floor. I'm not really buxom, but I have full, round breasts with nipples that stand out when they're cold or excited. Right now, they were both and they were positively rigid. By the time I had my bra off, my cops were naked and ready for action.

I grabbed a pillow off the cot and threw it on the floor just in front of them. I rubbed the crotch of my panties suggestively, being sure to get them as wet as possible. Then, very slowly, I slid my panties down over my thighs and off completely. I kept them in my hand, feeling how wet they were, and waved them quickly under my cops' noses. But these weren't for them. I walked over to Terry, and held my damp panties up to his nose long enough for him to fill his nostrils with my scent. Then, I pulled them over his head so he could see through the leg holes and the crotch was squarely over his nose.

Let him get a good fill of my scent. It would be his last. The little shit!

As I walked back to my two eager cops, I caught another glimpse of the young cop—still sitting at the desk, observing the action disapprovingly. What was his story? Was he just such a by-the-book guy that he couldn't accept this?

I knelt down before the two hard cocks I was going to get intimately acquainted with. This was a classic porn scene: slut on her knees pleasing two cocks with her hands and mouth.

And it wasn't exactly a novel scene for me. I mean, I'd never done two cops in a holding cell before. But I'd been pretty wild in my teens and early twenties. I'd been to parties where a number of the girls, including me, sucked off multiple guys, some of whom we didn't even know. Call me a 'slut' if you want, but those were exciting times and I often replayed them in my mind when I was fingering myself. There's something about anonymous sex that's very sexy.

So, though these two guys were no prizes, when you get right down to it (where I was), a cock's a cock. And these were two hard and eager cocks. This wasn't a terrible prospect for me. Of course, to have the proper effect on Terry, it had to appear to turn into something much better than "not terrible." And I was determined to put on a show he'd be haunted by.

"Oh, God!" I said breathlessly, stroking the two cocks. "These are nice." I licked my lips. "I'm going to enjoy this. Mr. Legend-in-His-Own-Mind over there thinks he's God's gift to women but he's got a little dick that couldn't satisfy a teenage virgin and all the technique of a thirteen-year-old boy. It's been a long time since I've had a real man's cock; and now I have two."

I don't know whether my cops were flattered by this. I didn't care. It was for Terry's sake. He wasn't really that small, or that terrible as a lover. But I wanted to humiliate him in front of the two guys he was willing to pimp me out to. It's one thing to pimp your girlfriend out—what kind of shit does that?—but an entirely different thing for her to turn it into a humiliating cuckolding session.

I went at their cocks with enthusiasm—only partially exaggerated. The fact that they were both older, average-looking guys, and one was pretty pudgy, receded from my mind. I was confronted with two hard, and eager cocks. And I knew what to do to please them (and displease Terry).

A little teasing with my tongue produced some precum on each of the cocks. I touched my tongue to the tip of each cock, to taste their precum briefly, but I was eager to get on with this. I plunged first one, then the other, cock in and out of my mouth, stroking each with one hand all the while.

It occurred to me that, while there had been talk of my fucking them, I might get away with just giving these two cops blow jobs. They both had wedding rings on and I suspected that they weren't newlyweds. You know what they say about the difference between a wife and a Hoover: after five years, the Hoover still sucks! Most older married men I knew had a common complaint: they didn't get enough head. Sure, their wives would let them fuck their cunts, but that was about the extent of their putting out for their husbands.

I suspected that if I brought these guys off now, with my mouth, they wouldn't be ready anytime soon to fuck me. It's not like they were teenagers.

So, going back and forth from one hard cock to the other, I worked them toward their orgasms. I was able to catch a glimpse of Terry, looking very uncomfortable—a little bit from the position he was pinned in but more from what he was watching through the leg holes of my panties. I couldn't see his expression—a downside of putting the panties on him like I had—but I hoped he was in anguish, and that his nostrils were filled with the scent of my sex.

More interestingly, I caught a glimpse of Dudley Do-Right, sitting in his chair by the desk. He was watching intently, the disapproving look was absent, and he was stroking his crotch gently. Maybe I'd be taking care of three cocks before I got out of here. That was okay. He'd be the most fun of the three.

My work on the two cocks hadn't flagged while I snuck my peeks at Terry and the young cop. I was capable of multitasking. But now I turned my mental focus back on them. In my wild youth, I'd gotten pretty good at taking cock. I could deep-throat a big cock without too much discomfort. Of course, a guy doesn't want to think that a girl can take him down her throat with no discomfort. It's got to look like she's straining hard but willing to endure the pain because his cock is sooooooo delicious. I can do that.

I took Pudgy's cock all the way down, my nose planted firmly in his pubic hairs. I gagged a little. I wasn't faking it. Turns out that deep-throating isn't like riding a bike. You can get rusty.

I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, and plunged down on the sergeant's cock. His was a little larger but I managed to take him all the way down, too.

When I pulled off, still stroking both cocks, I let them see the tears running down my cheeks—tears provoked by the strain of trying to take them completely in my mouth. I looked up at them, conveying as well as I could, overwhelming lust. "Oh, God! Your cocks taste so good. I want you to cum in my mouth." And I went back to alternating on the cocks with my mouth and stroking both f them.

Pudgy was nearing an orgasm and, for a few minutes, I applied my lips only to his cock. As his orgasm broke, he held the back of my head and forced me all the way on to his cock. That was okay. My throat had relaxed enough by now that I could take him without choking. I felt his cock pulse as it pumped his load directly down my throat.

He staggered back and flopped down on the cot and I turned my undivided attention to the sergeant's cock. I was deep in a sexual frenzy myself. I didn't have to fake my enthusiasm for sucking off the sergeant. I worked his cock vigorously, pumping it furiously with my hand and bobbing my head the full length of his cock.

I gently cupped his balls with one hand and, with my hand there, I could feel when his nuts pulled up against his body in preparation for their contribution to his impending load. When his ejaculation was inevitable, I clamped down on the base of his shaft with my other hand. I love to feel the pulse of the first ejaculate down the hard shaft on its way to my mouth.

For an older guy, the sergeant produced quite a load. He wasn't deep-throating me when he came so my mouth filled with his cream. I held it in my mouth while he pulled his softening rod from my lips. I had plans for this load.

Getting up from my knees, I took a step toward Terry. I could see him react. He shook his head violently. He couldn't move much, though. When I reached him, I raised the panties up to his forehead to give me access to his mouth. He was still trying to resist and I had to force his head so that our mouths lined up.

You couldn't call what I did a kiss. It was more of a forced insertion. I squirted all of the cum from my mouth to Terry's. He tried to spit it out but I kept my lips pressed against his. He could do nothing with his hands of course and his head movements were limited by the way I'd forced his head back between two of the bars.

Terry wasn't going to be able to resist me. I pinched his nose closed with one hand and waited for him to give up—to swallow the sergeant's load so that he could breathe. It didn't take long. When I let him go and moved away from him, he spit on the floor, trying to clear his mouth. But we both knew that most of the load was now in his belly and the taste would linger until he had something to drink. (The memory, I hoped, would linger forever.)

The sergeant was watching all this closely. Pudgy was too, though still from his position on the cot. And Dudley Do-Right was clearly interested, too. I could see the bulge he was stroking now.

"Do I need to take care of him, too?" I said to the sergeant, nodding at the young cop.

Sarge snorted. "He'd be more interested in having your boyfriend take care of him."

I was stunned. First, I had had no clue that Dudley Do-Right was gay—and I have really good gaydar. But second, I had the typical big-city bias that homosexuality wouldn't be accepted in a small, Midwestern down—especially on the police force. But Sarge seemed fine with Dudley's sexual preferences. There wasn't a hint of condemnation in what he said. It was just stated as a matter of fact.




Jail Bait



And, then I had my second epiphany.

"He can, you know," I said encouragingly.

Sarge looked skeptical.

"The little shit was willing to trade sex with me to get us out," I pointed out. "Don't you think what's good for the goose is good for the gander?"

I saw a small smile flash across the sergeant's face. "I'll see if Norm is interested." And, as he turned to talk with Norm, he said, "Looks to me like he is." Norm, as I now knew our young cop was called, was stroking his crotch hard. Whatever scruples he'd had against this scene had, apparently, melted under the heat of lust.

Norm, who had obviously heard the exchange, was getting up and walking toward us.

I said to Sarge, "You'll need to keep that asshole cuffed to the bars—he can be feisty—but you should recuff him lower so he can do his duties properly."

Both the sergeant and Pudgy seemed to like the idea of this. Maybe they agreed with me that Terry is a shit who deserves this. I don't know. But they recuffed a very displeased Terry from his standing position to being down on his knees.

Norm didn't take off all his clothes. He just loosened his pants and pulled them down enough to get his cock and balls out. Looking at his hard cock and large balls, I had a momentary disappointment about his sexual orientation. But then, I remembered that my loss was Terry's pain. So, it was all worth it.

"Be careful with your teeth," Norm instructed. "If I feel so much as a graze of your teeth on my cock, you'll learn what pistol whipping is!"

Terry looked frightened. He also looked completely defeated and compliant.

I watched Norm use Terry's mouth with mixed feelings—but none of them were bad. I had no sympathy or pity for him. My feelings were all positive. I felt the power of rightful revenge, the satisfaction of seeing Terry properly humiliated, and the voyeuristic pleasure of watching, for the first time, a live gay sex act.

"Uncuff one of his hands," Norm said to whichever of the others would take up the task. "I think he'll be good now and I want him to stroke my cock and beg for me to cum in his mouth."

Pudgy got Terry's right hand uncuffed. Terry didn't need to get further instruction from Norm. He was a beaten man. He wrapped his hand around Norm's rigid rod and began pumping it into his mouth.

"What did I tell you to say?" Norm goaded.

It was hard for Terry, but he pulled back from Norm's cock, looked up at him, and said, "Please ... please cum in my mouth."

Before taking Norm back in his mouth, Terry looked briefly at me. I expected to see hatred in his eyes. I didn't. I just saw defeat—utter, complete defeat.

Norm grabbed Terry's head and forced his cock deep in Terry's mouth. I watched as Norm's legs went rigid and he began spewing his cum in Terry's mouth. Terry tried to pull off and spit out the cum, but Norm was having none of that.

"Swallow!" he ordered. "I said swallow!"

And Terry did. He swallowed it all—his second load of cum and his first "from the source."

Norm backed away and Terry collapsed against the bars with a vacant look on his face.

I looked at him for a moment. Whatever feelings I might have once had for him were not just dead and buried, they weren't even retrievable in memory. I don't know what I'd ever seen in him. He was a little, disgusting man—not really a man at all. I didn't care what happened to him.

"I need to go now," I said. "I assume I can go?"

"Sure," said Sarge. "What about him? The deal was that you could both go."

"That was his deal, not mine," I said getting my clothes back on. "You can do what you want with him, for all I care. Norm can have more fun with him. Hell, you guys can, too. It's not gay to have a sissy faggot service you. And he needs some more practice, I think. Just don't let him go until tomorrow morning. I want to be back home before he's out."

The sergeant gave me my keys and I walked out, with Terry still cuffed to the bars and collapsed on the floor. I pulled his suitcase out of the trunk of the car and threw it on the sidewalk next to the police station door.

I never saw Terry again. I half expected him to come back seeking revenge in some way. I started carrying my pistol, just in case. But, as far as I know, he never came back to town. I don't know what the cops did with him for the rest of the night—or however long they kept him—but I hope they had lots of fun.



Jail Bait Fantasy



Well she’d done it. Kristen had just walked into her first bar. She felt more like an adult then she ever had. It was about time. “She thought.” After all it was her nineteenth birthday. The guy checking I.D.’s could not believe her age, but after admitting that her drivers license was no fake let her in. Kristen was disappointed but not surprised. She was disappointed because she’d tried so hard to look older.

She’d put her make-up on heavier than usual to try to cover up her pixie-like face. The tight half-shirt accentuated her ‘B’ cup breasts and her short skirt showed off her slim sexy legs. She was not surprised because she got the same reaction from everyone who found out that she was older than thirteen. Kristen, was only four feet, three and a half inches tall, so the three inch heels she was now wearing really didn’t help that much. Everyone just assumed she was a kid. Her slim, almost hipless frame didn’t help. Her short blonde hair and sky blue eyes added to the illusion of immaturity.

She felt the eyes on her as she made her way to an empty table in the corner.

She hoped that some of those eyes saw her as something other than a child or a novelty. She hoped that they saw her as sexy young woman, one that needed love and sex just as much as anyone else. She was hoping so badly because she had decided that tonight was the night she was going to lose her virginity. Yea, she was still a virgin, at nineteen! Technically she was, but not physically. Kristen had accidentally deflowered herself at fifteen with a cigar tube. She’d moved up to a slim five inch vibrator since then but it was no substitute for a real man, or even a woman for that matter. Kristen didn’t really know if she was bisexual or not. It was hard for a virgin to know what she was, but she’d had fantasies about guys and girls. It was something she just accepted

“If I wasn’t so fucking shy!” She said to herself disgustedly. 

It was the dam shyness and insecurity about her size that had plagued her all through school. She’d managed to chase away any possible suitors, but now it had become too much too bare. She needed to feel another persons warm flesh against hers. To taste their lips and feel their desire for her.

“Excuse me Hon.” The Waitress interrupted. “ I don’t know how you got in here but your going to have to leave.”

Kristen shrugged and flashed her ID at the young brunet.

“Sorry ugh, Kristen is it.” The Waitress apologized.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens a lot.”

“Well I’m Tammy. Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure.” She smiled. “How about something strong and sweet. I want to get buzzed but I don’t like the taste of alcohol.”

“I’ve got just the thing. Back in a sec.”

”Tammy returned quickly with her drink. “Here you go, this will get you going but it tastes like kool-aid.

“Kristen took a sip of the purple colored stuff. “Great!” She smiled. “Thanks Tammy.”

“No problem Honey. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

Kristen watched Tammy walk away. Her firm hips swaying back and forth in her uniform skirt. She turned to check out the bar. There were about twenty people in the bar, around twelve guys and eight girls. It seemed that the three or four guys worth considering were already paired up. It was just nine-o-clock, maybe the pickings would get better later on. As she checked out the bar’s occupants, her eyes kept returning to Tammy as she moved from table to table. She was easily the most attractive person there, maybe it was the contrast between Tammy and herself that made her seem so sexy. She was tall, around five foot nine or ten with a mass of wavy dark hair. She was very curvaceous with “D” size breasts and a firm round ass. Her dark complexion was complemented by her almond colored eyes and full red lips, which always seemed to be smiling.

Kristen shook her head and smiled. She had come here to get laid and now here she was, checking out the waitress. She took a big gulp of her drink and settled back to wait for a more obvious choice to walk through the door.

About ten minutes had passed when Tammy reappeared with a double-sized glass of the purple stuff.

“Here you go sweets. This one’s on me, happy birthday.”

“How did you know it was . . . ”

“You showed me your I.D.. Remember.”

“ You didn’t have to do that Tammy.” Kristen gushed.

“Oh hush now. Well, I gotta go, back in a bit.” And she was gone again.

“That was nice of her.” Kristen thought. She had finished off her first drink and started on her second when the Giant screen T.V. came to life with a blare. A feeling of gloom came upon her as she realized what was coming on. It was a football night! Crap! She wasn’t going to get any attention here tonight. She wasn’t the only one. Most of the other women in the bar were making their way to the pool table. The men were oblivious to everything but the T.V. screen. A frown spread across her face. Tonight was a bust. She’d just finish her drink and leave. “What a Birthday!” She thought.

Kristen was still frowning when Tammy surprised her again. “Why the long face, Hon?” Tammy asked.

“Well, it’s just that I came here to get laid, but that’s not going to happen.” It took Kristen a few seconds to realize that she had said that out loud. “Ah . . . Tammy, sorry about that.” She blushed. “ I guess the drinks must be kicking in.”

“Don’t give it a second thought. I was thinking. I’m off the clock now. Would you mind if I joined you? I hate to see someone drinking alone, especially on their birthday.”

“Sure, if you want to.” Replied Kristen, trying not to sound too eager.

“O.K., just let me get myself a drink and I’ll be right back.” She watched Tammy ass again as she made her way to the bar. The possibilities were making her head spin and it suddenly felt very warm in the bar. “Calm down Kristen!” She said to herself. Maybe she’s just trying to be friendly.

Tammy returned with a tall glass in one hand and another glass of the purple stuff in the other.

“Are you trying to get me slammed Tammy?”

“Come on it’s your birthday, celebrate!”

“Your right!” Kristen exclaimed as finished her old drink and started on the fresh one.

Tammy didn’t want this petite beauty complete wasted, but she did want to loosen her up to the point where she would accept the proposal she was sure she was going to make. She didn’t want to move too quickly and scare Kristen away. She made small talk as her mind raced.

She told Kristen about her husband Robert and how working at the bar had kept their heads above water until he got through law school. Now she just helped out Jimmy, the owner from time to time.

“I really don’t know what’s next for me.” Tammy shrugged. “A real job, college, kids?”

“I understand completely. I’m going to college, eventually. I’ve got a little apartment right across the street from the university, but right now I’m paying for it by typing up reports for students.”

The small talk continued and Tammy found herself very attracted to this tiny girl. It had been years since she had made love to another girl, before she had met Robert, yet now she longed to wrap her arms around Kristen’s slim frame, and pull her close.

“So . . . Kristen, you came here to get laid. No boyfriend I guess.”

“Nope. No boyfriend, No girlfriend! Just a dinky little vibrator that’s not doing the job!”

Kristen was embarrassed about her outburst. She’d hid her disappointment when she found Tammy was married, but the boyfriend talk was too much.

“I’m sorry Tammy.”

“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t men to upset you.” Tammy reached out to hold Kristen’s hand across the table. “I want to help you.” She Smiled.

“What do you mean to help me with?”

“I mean to help you get laid.” Tammy noticing that Kristen had not removed her hand from hers pushed on. “In fact I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of you myself.”

Kristen just stared at Tammy in disbelieve. Part of her wanted to turn and run out of the bar, but most of her was very turned on. “I’m interested.” She whispered, as she squeezed Tammy larger hand. “What do you have in mind?”

Tammy allowed herself to breathe. “I’m so glad I didn’t scare you off. I really like you too, Kristen.”

“I like you to, and I have to put my shyness behind me sometime. I would love to be with you Tammy, but what did you mean by helping me to get laid?”

“Well it’s about my husband Robert.”

“You want me to screw your husband!”

“Well, well yes I do. You see Rob’s got this thing about really young girls. You know, illegal young. It’s just a fantasy you know. He’s never done anything about it. And with being a lawyer and all, he just tries to shut out those thoughts. Sometimes I dress up like a little girl for him, but you’re the real thing, only legal.”

“He sounds like a perv to me Tammy.”

“No, it’s not like that. He’s a good man, a good husband. He’s just got a little kink.”

“Is he cute?” Kristen asked, not believing that she was considering this.

“Gorgeous!” Tammy replied.

Kristen tipped her glass back and drained it. She turned to Tammy smiling broadly. “Is this going to be some kind of a threesome thing?”

“If it’s O.K. with you.” Tammy smiled back.

“ Let’s do it!”

“Oh, this so great. I can’t wait. Let’s go. I’ll drive you to my house and I’ll bring you back to get your car tomorrow.”

They made their way out of the bar, laughing and giggling the whole way. As they reached Tammy’s car, Tammy turned to face Kristen and without saying a word leaned down and kissed Kristen’s lips.

For Kristen the kiss was a surprise. A welcome one, she opened her mouth to allow Tammy’s tongue entrance. It was like a bolt of lightning surging through her tiny body. Her nipples longed to be touched and her little pussy roared like a miniature furnace. She greedily dueled with Tammy’s tongue. Unconsciously her arms found their way around the taller girl’s neck. Pulling her closer, she ground her pussy against Tammy leg.

“I’ve got to get you home Tiger, quickly!”

The ride to Tammy’s house, although only a few miles, seemed much to long. Kristen contented herself by sensuously rubbing Tammy’s thigh while she drove.

They pulled into the drive of an upscale townhouse and quickly made their way inside. As soon as the door was shut, their mouths found each others, eagerly probing with their tongues. Kristen felt Tammy’s hand on her right breast and moaned into her mouth. Tammy’s mouth left hers and slowly traced a trail along her chin until it settled on her earlobe.

Kristen’s lust was uncontrollable as Tammy sucked and nibbled on her earlobe and gently massaged her breast through her shirt and bra. As she wrapped her arms around Tammy’s neck, she felt the zipper to her uniform beneath her hand. She slowly pulled the zipper down until it came to a stop at her waist. Tammy relinquished her ear in order to step back. She allowed her uniform to slide off her shoulders onto the floor. Kristen sucked air between her teeth as she gazed upon Tammy’s perfect body. She looked like a lingerie model in her black lacy bra and panties. Kristen reached for her and found her breasts. The firm heavy globes dwarfed her small hands. The brunette’s large nipples were straining against their confining fabric. Tammy knew that Kristen wanted her bra off and she reached around to oblige her. No sooner had her bra came off in Kristen’s hands the phone rang.

“Oh shit!” Tammy shouted as glanced at her watch. She ran to answer the phone, holding her breasts to keep them from bouncing.

“Hello . . . oh, hi Hon . . . been home for a few . . . no I can’t think of anything . . . your coming right home . . . oh! ...I’ve got a surprise for you . . . hope you don’t mind . . . I don’t think you ever met my cousin Joy . . . no . . . well I ran into her at the bar and she hooked up with some guy and didn’t want to leave her daughter home alone all night . . . well I couldn’t say no . . . thirteen, I think . . . she’s cool . . . no trouble at all . . . promise . . . sorry Hon . . . see you in a few . . . love you to . . . bye.”

“Well Hon, I’ve laid the ground work, but we need to get you ready. He’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

“Ready?” Kristen questioned her.

“We’ve got to make you look even more like jailbait than you already do. The bathrooms down the hall, on the right. You shag your cute little ass in there, strip and wash off your make-up, I’ll be there in a sec.” She gave Kristen a quick kiss and was gone, running down the hallway.

When Tammy returned wearing her long purple satin robe, she found a nude Kristen towel drying her face.

“Hon, you are a living doll!” She sighed.

“You really think I’m pretty?” Kristen blushed.

“You’re gorgeous!”

“Thank you. You don’t know how good that makes me feel, but . . . ”

“Yes Hon.?”

“Do you think your husband will like me?”

“Hon, your Robert’s walking, talking fantasy come to life.”

“But Tammy, I’m getting kinda nervous now. I want you so bad I can taste you, but I haven’t met Robert yet and with losing my virginity and all. I’m getting cold feet.”

“I’m so stupid. I am so sorry. This is a big step for you and all, fucking for the first time and with a guy you’ve never met. I’m sorry Kristen.” She gently pulled the small girl toward her and held her close against her breasts. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s say that you and Rob don’t get along or if you just don’t want to, then you just stay in character and I’ll put you to bed in the guest room and then later, when Robert’s asleep, I’ll sneak into bed with you and we can have some fun.”

“That sounds great Tammy. I guess we better me dressed. Wouldn’t want you to be standing here nude when Robert comes home?” She giggled.

“They decided that Kristen’s half-shirt and skirt were sexier anything else they had to work with. They left out the panties and added a pair of lacy ankle socks. They tied Kristen’s hair up into pig tails with pink ribbon. They were nodding in approval when they heard the front door open.

“Rob’s home Hon, ready or not. Just play the hot teenager and I’ll add the necessary encouragement and we should be naked and sweaty in no time.”

“If you say so Tammy. Let’s go.” As they made their way down the hall, they heard the sounds of football coming from the T.V..

“I see how it is. Not even a welcome home kiss before you glue yourself to the T.V..”

“Hi beautiful! I missed you, Babe!” Rob exclaimed as moved in to kiss her passionately. It was a long deep kiss that made Kristen hot and little jealous. “Well, that’s more like it. Oh, Robert. This is Kristen. She’ll be spending the night. Kristen, this my husband Robert. I hope you two can keep each other company while I make us some thing to eat.

“You’re sure you don’t need some help Tammy?” Kristen winked.

“No, not at all. You two just relax. I’ll be back in a few.” With Tammy’s exit Kristen plopped her self down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. “Come watch football with me Robby.” She gushed. It was odd. She didn’t feel shy at all. It was if pretending to be someone else freed her somehow.

“You like football Kristen?” Rob asked.

“Love it, Especially when I get to sit with a cutie like you.” Boy, he was cute. Tammy did not lie. He was about five foot ten, trim and well muscled, his youthful face reminded her of Heath Ledger, complete with curly brown hair.

“So you think I’m a cutie. I’m flattered Kristen.” He said as he sat down beside her. “I would think to a girl your age. I would be just an old man.”

“Hardly! Look at Mel Gibson, he’s in his fifties and he’s hot! I bet your not even thirty.”

“Twenty-seven last month.” The action on the screen caught his attention and he sat back to watch.

Kristen thought fast, she didn’t have much time. “Robert, could I snuggle up to you? Like I did with my father before he left.”

“I guess so.” He shrugged. Trying to hide his nervous excitement, he pretended to be oblivious to anything but the game as she slid her hot little bod up next to him. She took his arm and wrapped it around her neck and melted into his chest. “This isn’t fare” He thought as he let his eyes roam down Kristin body. Her shirt gave him a nice view of her cleavage. The firm young mounds of her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. He was sure he could make out the impression of her little nipples against the fabric. Her slim tapered waist was exposed to him. He was sure he could wrap his hands around that tiny waist. He continued his journey past her skirt to her slim athletic legs. She had a mauve colored birth mark just above her right knee that seemed so sexy . . . She moved . . . Kristen had hiked her leg and her skirt slid up and brought two more inches of her tender young thighs into view. He felt the throbbing between his legs and knew he should but a stop to this, but he couldn’t bring him self to.

“This is just like it was with my father.” Kristen interrupted his thoughts. “Except my father didn’t have six-pack abs.” She said as she placed her hand on his stomach. Kristen slowly rubbed the ridges of his waist. “Ooh! That is so sexy.” She crooned.

“What do you know about sexy?” He chuckled, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, I know plenty. I know what’s making that bulge in your pants.” She said smugly.

“Oh, you do.” He whispered. Not knowing what else to say. What should I do? He thought. This was too much. Was she playing with him or was she just a girl showing off to an adult? That right, he was the adult. He should stop this right now, but then again he could play along and stop before it got too far. “What’s making the bulge?” He whispered.

Kristen turned to look Robert in the eye. “You’re cock’s getting hard from you checking me out.” She said, smiling broadly. I could feel your eyes on my body, it made my pussy wet. “Do you want to see it Robbie, do you want to see my little wet pussy.

Robert was stunned to silence. He sat immobile as the teen beauty laid back on the sofa, flipped up her skirt to reveal the prettiest little pussy he could ever imagine. The sparse pale blonde curls did not hide anything and the tender pink lips of her labia hinted of greater treasures within. He watched her rub her finger index finger slowly up and down her tiny slit. He could see it glisten with moisture. Her little box was beckoning to him, drawing him in. He longed to touch it, taste it, love it. At that moment the sounds of pans rattling came from the kitchen. Realization took hold of him. “What are you doing Kristen? I think you should go put on some panties.” He said sternly. “Now!”

Kristen shrugged, stood up and walked to the kitchen. After explaining to Tammy what happened, they returned to confront Robert. “Robert.” Tammy said softly. “I Love you. You’re a good man.”

“What?.” Robert said. With a puzzled look on his face.

“Me and Kristen just tempted you with your greatest fantasy, but you held strong. I’m so proud of you.”

“So that’s it!” He glowered. “A test! Kristen! You were just a test!”

“She’s not a test Hon. Don’t get mad. She’s a present. A present for us both.” Robert just stared at them blankly. “O.K., here goes.” Tammy took a deep breath and laid it all out for him. “Kristen’s not thirteen she’s nineteen and a virgin and she didn’t want to be one any more and I thought you’d like to screw her and I thought she was hot and I hadn’t been with a girl in years and I thought it would be fun if we could share her and don’t be mad at me. Please.”

Robert looked at Kristen. “Nineteen!” He snorted. “Ha!”

“It’s true Robbie.” Kristen assured him. “Look at my I.D..” She held her I.D. in front of his eyes. “I’m all legal and all, and real horny, so please don’t freak out on me. I’m real and I’m all yours if you still want me.”

Robert just stood, unmoving, with his face blank.

Tammy knew the ball was in her court. She had to lighten the mood, and quickly. “Well if your just going to stand there and ignore are guest’s needs I’ll just have to take care of her myself.” Tammy playfully pushed Kristen back on the sofa and crawled between her legs. She eased her way up to kiss her. Kristen, hesitant at first returned the kiss and in no time was passionately dueling with Tammy’s tongue, taking it deeply into her mouth. Tammy, wanting more slowly pulled up Kristen’s shirt, exposing her firm rounded breasts. Tammy’s mouth found the small pink nipple of her right tit while she massaged the left one, gently twisting the little bud between her fingers.




Jail Bait Fantasy



Kristen was ecstatic. No had ever touched her bare breasts before and now they were at the mercy of Tammy’s talented tongue. She arched her back and clamped her legs around Tammy’s waist, slowly grinding her pussy against her. As Tammy switched her oral attentions to her right breast she noticed that Robert had moved up towards her head in order to get a better view of his wife’s tit sucking. His stiff cock was making a tent in his dress slacks. Her hand reached out as if it had a mind of it’s own. She grasped his hardness and massaged it through the fabric. She smiled as she felt Rob’s cock twitch repeatedly. This was going to work. She thought. Tammy’s attention left her breasts. She was now kissing a path down her firm, flat abdomen. Kristen shuddered in anticipation as Tammy flipped her skirt up around her waist. The instant Tammy’s tongue made contact with her little clit the waves of a small orgasm flowed through her body. “Oh god! Oh god!” She cried in gasps. She clamped her thighs around Tammy’s head and her ass left the sofa as another wave of pleasure wracked her tiny frame.

Robert could take no more of this. He quickly disrobed and returned his now bare cock to Kristen eager hand. Her hand was too small to encircle his large penis but, she did her best slowly but firmly jacking up and down on his straining member.

Tammy backed off on Kristen’s little bud of a clit and tongued the delicate folds of her pussy lips occasionally slipping her tongue into her tiny hole to sample the favor of her virginal twat.

Kristen was glad Tammy was giving her time to catch her breath. She needed time to check out the big beautiful cock in her hand. Tammy said Rob was average built but, his stiff rod looked huge to her. It was about seven inches long, thick, with a big purple head. She couldn’t imagine this big thing fitting inside her, but the thought of trying made her dizzy. As she fondled Rob’s tool the desire to taste it overwhelmed her. She looked up into Robert’s eyes and whispered to him innocently. “Robert...I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before and...I...I... really want yours to be the first.

Tammy, hearing Kristen’s request stopped tonguing her pussy so she could watch the seen taking place. She didn’t want her to cool down too much so she slowly rubbed Kristen clit as she watched Robert move closer. Kristen pulled his hard cock to her mouth and licked the head hesitantly and as if realizing that it tasted good sucked the head into her mouth. Tammy felt only felt a twinge of jealousy and then it was gone. It was just too sexy to Believe, watching Kristen’s inexperienced mouth work over her husband’s cock.

Robert was in heaven. This angel faced Lolita was making up for her lack of experience with pure enthusiasm. She could only get about three inches of his cock in her mouth before he could feel it pressing against the back of her throat, but that didn’t keep her from trying to pleasure him. Her tongue was everywhere like a flame flickering around his cock head. She tried to bob her head up and down his shaft but her position made it difficult.

“Robert”. Kristen said as she released his cock from her mouth. “I think I could do a better job if I was sitting up. Tammy slid off the sofa and took a position on her knees beside Robert. Kristen sat up and grabbed Robert’s cock. “Get ready Rob, I’m going to turn it loose on you.” She chuckled. Her mouth returned to Rob’s cock, slowly tracing designs up and down the shaft. She returned to the head and sucked as much as could into her tiny mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times and than returned to the shaft.

“Aha!” Robert groaned. This your first time?” He questioned.

“I’ve seen a few movies.” She said between licks.

“He likes to have his balls sucked. Tammy interjected. Just be gentle.

No problem. Thought Kristen as she slid down to take his right nut into her mouth. She tongued it gently as she applied a light sucking pressure.

Robert sucked air between his teeth making a hissing sound. He watched as the teenager switched to his left nut and gave it equal attention. This time she grasped his cock and slowly jacked him as she lathered his tightening scrotum. Reluctantly he told the girl to stop. “I’m sorry Hon, but you’ve got me so hot. I wouldn’t have lasted another thirty seconds.

“Oh really.” Kristen smiled. “I’m pretty good then, huh.”

“Your great sweetheart.” He smiled back at her.

“Rob, why don’t you go ahead and cum. We’ve got all night, and if your going to fuck this little virgin you’ll want to last awhile.”

Rob just shook his head. “Whatever you say Hon.” He said disbelieving.

He moved his cock back towards Kristen’s waiting mouth. She responded immediately, sucking his cock into her mouth like it was the best think in the world.

Kristen wasn’t to sure about Robert coming in her mouth, but she didn’t want to seem prudish, and as good as his cock tasted, his semen couldn’t be that bad. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking harder this time. Hearing the groans of pleasure coming from Robert, she knew he was close. She was surprised by Tammy’s cheek nuzzling up against hers.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing Hon, this is my favorite part.” Tammy said softly. How sweet. Kristen thought. Tammy was giving a chance to back out if she wanted. She didn’t want to back down completely so she went to tonguing the right side of his cock, giving Tammy the left. She’d seen two girls share a guy’s cum-shot in a movie once and thought it looked sexy, but she never thought she ever be a part of something like that herself. Tammy jumped right in, their tongues intertwining with Robert cock head in the middle. Kristen instinctively wrapped her tiny hand around his cock-shaft and slowly jacked him. Tammy began to masseuse his balls.

Robert was as close to heaven as he’d ever come. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed a handful each girls hair and exploded into their swirling tongues. As waves of pleasure shook him, all his strength left him and he slumped to the floor. He looked up to see the girls smiling at him. He’d left globs of semen all over their pretty faces. They turned back toward each other and their mouths met to share a deep probing kiss.

  ...to be continued. 



Jail Bait Pt. 02



Although reading the first story is not required this story will make more since if you read Jail Bait. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter3…………………

She grabbed her towel from outside the shower door and began to dry off. This was going to be a night to remember. She began to get aroused again as she delicately dried her breasts. Just a little pinch on the nipples to keep her going. She walked over to her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. Her pert little body and large breasts looked great in the mirror. She twirled around and gave herself a once over.

“All that working out is paying off. This is one hot body” She said silently. There was nobody to hear but her, and it did sound nice getting a compliment, even if it was to herself.

On to the closet she went. This outfit had to get the point across, but not be too slutty for the boys. It was her little brother having the party. She thought about bottoms first. She wanted something tight, but not too revealing. She also worried about the heat. Nothing too hot.

She decided on her daisy dukes. That’s what she called them. They weren’t the real thing though. They were short, but they didn’t show any of her ass, and they were a little flared at the bottom and not quite the hip huggers she thought of as true dukes.

She went into her room and looked in her drawer for the panties. She had a lot of hot little numbers that she never wore since her husband never paid attention anyway. She grabbed her black lace thong and put it on. She loved the way she looked in it. There were no wrinkles or any other detractors in the small material, and with just a little patch of material in the front it would be sure to give some good voyeur shots when she sat down.  She pulled them on and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Oh god I’d do me” she said to herself again. She gave her ass a little grab and began to feel the moistness return to her privates.

Oh I better not start again she thought as she walked back to grab her shorts. She knew it wouldn’t take much stimulation and she would be laying on the bed with her favorite dildo inside of her. She thought about it seriously for a moment and decided against it. She was under time constraints, and if tonight didn’t work out she would use it to finish herself off. Thinking of this she grabbed the dildo and stuck it in her bag. If she was going to be gone for the night she sure didn’t want to be empty handed.

She pulled up her shorts and began to think about what top to wear.  The short belly shirts were a hit with the young kids these days. So she grabbed a hot little pink number and put it on. No way I’m wearing a bra tonight she thought as she examined herself. She ran her fingers up from her belly and across her breasts. Her nipples immediately sprang to attention. She had the rubber nipple inserts to wear under a shirt to get men aroused, but with her level of excitement tonight she didn’t feel she would need them.  Her nipples were so on fire she thought they would never behave. Back to looking in the mirror she thought how good the shirt looked on her. Even at 30 you could still see the lines of a six pack of abs even when she was relaxed. She had always done numerous crunches in the gym for just this purpose. Tight little tummy in a half top would make any man melt.

Now that the outfit was complete it was time for the make-up. Alyssa was a natural beauty, and never needed or wore much make-up, but this would be different. She really wanted to spice it up a bit and grabbed all the new make-up she had bought. She didn’t wear much make-up, but she always bought the latest and greatest just in case, much to her husbands annoyance.

She put on her foundation and then began doing all the hot little final touches.?She just loved all the new sparkly stuff that was out these days. She put on her eyeshadow next. It was kind of a mute nude color, but it really set off her bright brown eyes. It had just a touch of glitter in it which gave it a great sheen. After her eyes came her lips. She had always been complimented on her lips, and not just for the work she could do with them. They had always been really full and didn’t need any of the injections some women would get. Her lipstick was a brown tint which went great with her olive complexion. She was half Italian and got all the good traits from her Italian side. The only thing she didn’t get from the Italians was her height. At 5’8” she was way too tall to be linked to the shorter race. But back to the lips. This is where she let loose. This lipstick had a lot of sparkle to it and was also a wet look. She kissed the air and looked at herself in the mirror. All finished.

Before getting up from the vanity she wanted to try out her fuck me looks. If she was going to use any of them tonight on Jayden she needed to make sure they looked seductive enough. 

She practiced her eyes first. She had always been a flirt growing up and knew she had these down pat. She tried a couple of looks and knew she could get her point across. Then she practiced blowing a couple of kisses. These weren’t meant to be too erotic at first, she wanted to be able to deny everything if anyone else saw, but after a couple she made sure that these too said “FUCK ME”. Then it was time for the grand finale. She parted her lips a little in a smile and slowly ran her tongue across her lips and teeth. 

“OH, god damn that’s hot” she moaned into the mirror. She knew if nothing else worked this would get a rise out of Jayden.

Alyssa was now ready to leave for her big night out. She took one last look in the mirror and knew she was ready. Short shorts, tight little belly shirt, there was no way any man could turn her down tonight. She kind of felt bad that Jim wasn’t here to see her. Maybe she could even get a rise out of him tonight. She even thought about maybe wearing this outfit in front of him tomorrow, just to make him jealous and to think about what might have happened the previous night.

She grabbed her keys on the way out the door and headed to her “fuck in shining armor” she kind of giggled at that thought as she got in her car. This really was going to be a night to remember.



Chapter 4…………………………………………………………………………………………………..



As she started to pull out of the drive she decided if it was her night she was going to go all out. Instead of driving her soccer mom esque SUV, she was going to take Jim’s pride and joy for a spin. It was a 55 vette and it was hot. She pulled back into the garage and switched cars.

She had never really cared for a vette, but this one was different. A classic like this could get anybody’s juices flowin’. It was candy apple red with the cream on the doors. Oh what a hot car for a hot bod. She revved it up and out the door she went. She was ready to get down and dirty now.

On her way to the party she decided to stop off at the liquor store. She didn’t want to drink any of the kids liquor, it was hard enough for them to get on their own anyway, and she thought the liquor could keep her nerve up if she got cold feet later. Through out her life most of the wild nights she had been involved in had been when she was plenty inebriated. She started to think about the wild sex she and Jim had had in their younger days. These thoughts started to build the heat in her crotch and she began to caress one nipple as she drove down the road. She pictured Jayden licking and pinching her nipples. Ooh it felt so good. She was on fire again and couldn’t slow down. She had a little extra time before the party would start and decided to go to a liquor store a little off the beaten path. She would be less likely to be recognized and she could try out her moves on the clerk.

She pulled up to the store and she was in luck. The clerk looked like he was in his mid to late 20’s and he had a great body. He was somewhere near 6’ and probably 200 pounds of muscle. She could feel herself get more moist as she opened the door.



“Good evening Mam,” The clerk said.

“Watch the mam , I’m not that much older than you” Alyssa replied.

“Sorry, I’m not used to young people in here and your beauty got me a little flustered” was his witty reply.

“Flattery will get you no where good, you know” She said as she batted her eyes at him. She was going to play this for all it was worth just to see what kind of rise she could get.

“Maybe bad is just where I want to be” The clerk replied.

Alyssa made her way back to the cooler and could feel the clerks eyes on her the whole time. She knew he was undressing her in his mind so she thought she would give him a little show. She started by twirling her hair around her fingers as she looked at the beer selection. She knew it drove a man nuts to see a woman play with her hair. After a few minutes of this she began to fidget from one foot to the other, really tightening up her ass cheeks to give him a good look at just how nice it was. She could hear him fidget behind her and she knew that her rise was coming.

“Can I help you find anything in particular MS.?” She heard from behind her.

“No just deciding” she replied.

“If you don’t mind, I always recommend the Pilsner on the bottom shelf. It has the best flavor for a not to heavy beer.” She really didn’t want to drink beer that night, but the cooler gave the clerk the best view of her so she had to play it off.

“Oh yeah, which one?” Alyssa replied. She knew the beer he was recommending, and it was good, but he wasn’t interested in what she drank he just wanted to see her bend over. She felt like teasing him a little and did a little curtsy and pointed to one. “This one?”.

“No the one further to the right.” was his reply.

She stood back up but instead of moving over to the right to point again she just bent over straight at the waist. She could feel the crotch of her shorts begin to ride up and tighten on her pussy. She kept leaning over further until she felt it split her lips. She knew the clerk was getting an eyeful and she was really on fire now. She could feel her juices start to escape and begin saturating her shorts. When she got excited she would really get wet.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, its great” was the clerks choked reply to the scene. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.

She picked up the 6 pack and headed back towards the front of the store. On her way she grabbed a bottle of liquor and knew she had plenty for the evening. She started walking towards the counter and really put it on for him. She knew that her nipples were jutting out now and she emphasized this by sticking her chest even more. His eyes were round as saucers as she set her items down on the counter.

“Are you sure this beer is good?” she asked as she tapped on one of the bottles. She let her thumb and forefinger make a hoop and began to stroke the first bottle.

“Oh yeah I love THAT, and the beer is good too.” He replied.

“Your naughty” she replied as he rang up her items. When his eyes reverted from the register to her chest she moved her other hand up to her breast and rubbed it a couple of times.

“Me naughty. You are driving me crazy. You get to go home and party and I’ve got to stay here and work like this now.” He pointed down to his pants and Alyssa could see the bulge there. 

“Is that because of me? How in heavens did I control that?” she playfully said as she reached down and grabbed it. It felt so good in her hand. It had been so long since her and Jim had done anything that she almost forgot what a Hard cock felt like.

“Well maybe I’ll cum back and visit you sometime.” Alyssa said as she walked out of the store.

It was now off to the party and she was raring to go. When she sat back down in the vette she pulled her shorts to the side and felt herself a little. Her lips immediately parted and yearned for her to put her fingers in right there. She didn’t though. She just trailed her forefinger up and down the slit and let it get nice and wet. A good fucking is what she was thinking about when she pulled her finger back up to her mouth for a taste. Oh how she did love the taste of herself. She began to get even wetter as she left the parking lot and headed for her final destination for the night. She really would have to visit the store clerk again though, especially if tonight went as planned and she had the nerve to go through with it.



Jail Bird Dad



Connie had not seen her dad Pablo since he was put in jail six years earlier. They had kept in touch through mail but her mom had discouraged her from seeing him. She never took her to visit him and made sure nobody else would drive Connie to see her dad. Now that she was 18, Connie could go without permission. It was scary walking through all the gates, metal detectors and officers as she made her way to the meeting room. Everything was old, dirty, and cold. 

Too many people were crowded into the tiny room. The noise was too loud for her taste. People were talking and were very animated, they were either very happy to see loved ones or they were having a drag out fight about unresolved issues. Everyone was too busy minding their own business to bother each other. Connie noticed visitors handing contraband to inmate, heaving petting by inmates and their visitors (and more than she cared to see), and other "illegal" activities. None of the guards noticed, more correctly they were paid not to notice. 

Connie scanned the room for her father. Amongst the sea of strangers she saw a familiar face. Connie was twelve the last time she saw her father, but she could not mistake his face. She ran to him and they hugged for a very long time. They cried and hugged and cried some more. Father and daughter brought each other up to date on their respective lives. Regrets and "should haves" were too many for both their liking. The guards asked Connie to leave because visiting hours were over. It seemed too short of a time and she vowed to visit him again. Before she left her father told her he had a connection in the library and he had access to the internet. He gave her his nickname and a room they could meet and chat on line. She promised to IM as soon as she got home. 

Connie had a great day. She was even more excited to get home to email her dad. As soon as she got home she got on line and sent him a message. Nothing came back until the next day. Pablo replied with the dates and times he had access to the internet. The timing was perfect because Connie would be out of work and home during those times. She waited two days before they could talk. 

Connie saw the little icon of her dad's message. They began their online relationship. What they didn't have time to cover or discuss in that tiny room full of people, Connie and her dad talked about on line. She was happy to be talking to her father. Before they logged off, he asked her for some pictures. Connie promised to take some and email them to him. 

The next day Connie went to the mall and took some "glamour shots." She posed in her three best outfits. Some of the photos she thought were too sexy to send but others were just right. Connie took the CD home and sent off the pictures to her dad. Pablo loved the pictures and commented on what a beautiful woman she had turned into. He wanted more pictures. He missed her so much. She told him that the pictures were expensive so he would have to wait until she got paid again. Pablo was hurt and he expressed how much he loved her and he would do anything to get more pictures of his pretty daughter. Connie broke down and sent the rest of the pictures on her CD. Pablo told her those were the loveliest pictures he had ever seen. 

In his next email Pablo told Connie he was sending her some money he had saved up so she could buy a digital camera. All she had to do then is down load the pictures. Connie promised to take more pictures. Over the next month, she send Pablo pictures of her in different poses, different outfits from throughout the house. Afterward Pablo began to request certain pictures. He told her she hand beautiful legs and she needed to show them off more so most of the pictures where of her in skirts or shorts. 


Connie was very excited when she received her own webcam. Their next intern meeting she was broadcasting from her room. Pablo asked her to stand up and model her sexy outfit for him which she did without hesitation. He asked her to dance for him which she did. She had a great time fooling around on cam. During the next few weeks this was their normal routine when they chatted. Every time they logged off Connie was tired from dancing. 

Pablo sent Connie a head set so they could finally talk with each other. He asked her to wear his favorite mini skirt and tube top. Connie did as she was told and when they connected Pablo told her she looked lovely. He began to instruct her to pose for him and dance. She was thrilled to make her daddy happy. If she could brighten up his day in that old dark depression prison, she would do it. Every time they talked Pablo told her it was the best part of his day.

After a few days Connie was shocked by one of Pablo's request. She had put on his favorite mini skirt and top and was dancing for him. He asked her to turn around and look over her shoulder and smile. When she was in that pose, her dad asked her to raise her skirt a little. Connie hesitated but then raised it to right below her ass. Again Pablo asked her to raise it.

"Uhm dad, what are you trying to do?" She asked. 

"I'm sorry honey. I've been locked up for so long I haven't seen a woman in a long time. You have such the perfect ass and I just wanted to see it. Can you please show it to?" begged Pablo.

Connie was confused and did not know what to do. Pablo continued, "Please mijita. I'm not even in the same room. It's like you're wearing a bikini ok. Just lift it up." Connie's hand slowly picked up her skirt. She couldn't see Pablo which made her concede to his request. Up came the mini skirt ever so slowly. Her nice round firm brown ass came into view. If Connie could see Pablo, she would see him stroking his fat cock looking at her ass. All she could hear was low guttural moans. At that moment she knew her dad was jerking off to her ass. She was frozen. Pablo asked her to bend over more and Connie but her hands on her bed. A few seconds later she heard Pablo grunting. He had shot his load. Pablo breathed heavy into the computer thanking his little girl for the great show. 

Connie logged off and went to sleep. She dreamt of her dad. He was sitting in the same room asking her to model sexy lingerie, bikinis and the tiniest outfits she ever saw. In her dream, he was stroking a huge fat cock with both his hands asking her to bend over or get on her knees. Pablo shot his load all over her face and tits, in Connie's dream. She woke up with a start. Connie was breathing heavy and covered with sweat. Her covers were on the floor next to her clothes. "When did she take them off? How did they get there?" She lay in bed trying to sleep but her head was filled with so many thoughts. 

The next day Connie waited for Pablo to get online. She was scared and excited at the same time. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice over the computer. 

"Hi baby. How are you doing today?" ask Pablo.

"I'm good daddy and you?" she replied. 

"Still in jail and still missing you honey," he answered. They both got a little chuckle from that.

"Stand up and show daddy what you're wearing today," he told her. 

Connie stood up showing off her jeans and shirt. "Aw honey what happen to the skirts?" he asked. 

"Well daddy I figured if I didn't wear them you wouldn't get hard and ask to see my booty," she replied. 

"But honey, I've been waiting all day to see it. You don't know what it's like to be in here around all these men. Seeing you every day makes it all go away. Please can I see it?" he asked.

Connie's guilt got the better of her and she turned around showing her nice round ass to her dad. "Spread your legs and bend over for daddy," he told her. Connie put her hands on her bed again. 

"Baby, do daddy a favor and take off those jeans. I really want to see that nice sweet ass of yours," he told her. "Come on please baby. It's the only thing that keeps me going in here," he continued.

Connie bent over and peeled her pants off for her dad. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed, sweetie," he asked her. "God it's been so long since I fucked a girl like that baby," he told her. "I bet your ass is so soft and firm huh honey," he asked. 

"Yes daddy," she replied. Connie could hear her dad breathing heavy over the computer. She could hear the slapping of skin as he jerked off his cock. The taboo and nastiness of what they were doing started to make Connie very hot. Listening to the moaning and grunts from the computer she started to wiggle her ass as if she was fucking. 

"Oh yes baby. That's it shake that ass for daddy. Oh fuck baby you're so hot. Show daddy how good you can fuck baby," her dad said over the computer. Pablo stroked his cock faster and harder as he looked at his daughter's ass. He could see the camel toe and she went to her elbows and put her ass in the air. Watching her fuck the air was too much for Pablo. "I'm cumming baby. Of fuck I'm gonna cum. You're making daddy cum you little slut. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Ugnnnnnnn," he said as he shot his load all over the room. Connie grabbed her blankets and gripped her pillow. She wanted to cum but her came too fast for her.

Connie sat down at her computer again. "Are you ok daddy?" she asked.

"Oh god yes honey," said Pablo through his heaving breathing. "You sure do know how to shake that ass baby. Dam it looks good. When are you going to visit again honey?" he asked.

"I don't know daddy," she replied. 

"Please make it soon. I really do miss you," he told her. 

"I miss you too," she answered. 

"Honey can you come next week? Thursday?" he asked.

"I don't know daddy. I got work and things," she answered.

"Please honey, I really do miss you. I want to see you in person again. It would mean so much to me if you came," he continued.

Again Connie's guilt got to her and she agreed. She also agreed to wear his favorite outfit. The week went by too fast for Connie, but for Pablo it dragged on forever. He was embarrassed, excited and scared to see her father again. Pablo could not keep his cock soft he was hard all the time. Both entered the tiny room with trepidation. 

Connie saw Pablo sitting in a corner bench/table. She walked over to her dad and they embraced.  "I missed you so much, baby," Pablo told her.

"I missed you too dad," she replied. They continued to hug squeezing each other tightly. She could feel his hardness on her stomach. The more they squeezed the bigger it got. Connie could feel every inch of her dad's cock pressing up against her. After several minutes of hugging, Connie felt her dad's hands started to move down her back. He cupped her young tight ass in her big strong hand and squeezed. 

"Oooooohhhh honey. Your ass feels as good as it looks," he said as he continued to massage her booty. He turned her back against the wall and put his hands under her skirt to feel her ass. Connie was surprised and shocked. They were in public what will they people say when they see them. Since Connie was facing the crowd she noticed nobody was paying attention to them in the corner. The people were fighting, laughing, or groping each other. Every little group kept to themselves and didn't bother anybody else. Again the guards were talking amongst themselves or turning a blind eye. 

Pablo pushed Connie up against the wall and spread her legs with his knees. Connie was a little confused and held on to her dad. "Daddy what are you doing," she asked. 

He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his body. "Shhh baby, daddy just needs to feel good is all," he whispered in her ear. Connie realized what her dad was going to do. She tried to struggle but was too ashamed to cry out. What would people think? What would they do? She felt him undo his pants and he pressed her back into the wall. His cock sprang out of his jumpsuit right between her legs. Connie could feel the hot throbbing cock as it rubbed up against her pussy. Pablo was in a frenzy moans and grinning himself against her young body.  "Oh honey you have such a tiny bald wet pussy," whispered Pablo into his daughter ear as he ran his hand over the front of her little thong. He pulled it to the side spreading the pussy with two fingers and inserting one. "Fuck you're so tight. My cock is going to feel so good honey," he told her. Before Connie could answer, Pablo was holding his cock right at her pussy and rubbing the head on her lips. He shoved it in her with one push. 

Connie let out a small yelp as she felt her dad's huge cock go into her teenage pussy. She left the head invading her body as is penetrated deep inside her. Her hands clenched his shoulder as her leg squeezed Pablo's body. Nobody had ever been this rough before and no other man's dick was as big as her fathers' cock. The more she tried to resist the harder Pablo worked to be inside her. Every fat hard thick inch was buried deep in Connie's young pussy and she could feel it throb. Connie's tiny hole had never been stuffed this much before. 

Pablo wasted no time in pumping his daughter's pussy. It has been years since he's been inside a woman and he was going to relish every second. Grabbing her ass cheeks Pablo pushed Connie onto his fat hard dick. He shoved his hips making sure shove the entire length of his dick into that young tight pussy. Pablo ravished her young pussy like a starving meal at the dinner table. Deeper he pushed with every stroke. Pablo exorcized his sexual frustrations with every thrust. Connie's tight young pussy was the best he'd ever felt and he fucked it hard and deep. 

In and out Pablo worked his cock. Connie just clung to her dad as he violated her in the tiny room. Her head kept hitting the wall every time he pushed it in. His hands were digging deep into her bubble booty as he squeezed and spread her cheeks. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming every time he rammed it in. Pablo was giving her a brutal fucking and she could not stop him. 

Pablo stuffed his face between his daughter's tits and gave one hard deep long push. Connie's tits muffled his groan as Pablo exploded into her young pussy. His cock felt like a water hose spraying semen into her tiny body. He shoved and shot. Pablo's body stiffened as he spewed every last drop of sperm into Connie. Slowly he pumped his cock into her pussy making sure his balls were dry. 

He pulled his cock out of her tender sore pussy and cleaned it on the inside of her skirt. Pablo pulled her thong off and placed it inside his suit. After Connie had pulled down her skirt and fixed her clothes he grabbed her hand on sat her down next to him. "Thank you honey, daddy needed that so very much. Not time it won't be so hard. I'll get us a room so we can have more privacy," he told her. "Daddy's got to go baby. I have some business to take care of. See you next week same time ok," he told her as he kissed her forehead and left.

Connie walked out of the room in a daze. She had no panties on and could feel cum running down her leg. In a zombie like state she made it to the bath room. "Next week? A private room? "What the hell is he thinking?" she thought to herself as she cleaned the mess between her legs. Connie looked in the mirror and thought what have I got myself into? 



Jail Bite



I'm baaaaaaaaack and I'm so sooooooooooo sorry for my long ass hiatus. Lots of love to those readers that emailed and stuck with me. Its summer now and I will be updating like crazy (I hope). Just had a really busy year but I won't go into that. 

As for story updates, these are eth stories that will be continued. 

Gilded in Gold, The Dark in Your Blue Eyes, Stone Cold Steele, and a few new stories (I know I know you're going to say dammit, finish your old stories lol but you know how fickle I am). But on a happier note, I will be finishing Gilded in Gold this summer, or my editor AdriannaBelen has permission to slap me silly. It is not a light threat. 

Anyhow, just wanted to put this out as I work on the finishing touches on Gilded in Gold, this will have three mare installments of similar length so I hope you enjoy. 

Unbeta'd so all errors are my own. 

Also, anyone want to edit my mm stories since AdrianaBelen mostly does Gilded in Gold. If you want to please email me, thank you. 

(p.s. sex tags apply to later installments so don't feel duped if you came here for that and got no smut in this chapter)

*****

Percy Windham was unceremoniously shoved into the dark and dank cell, the guards laughing as he tripped and fell on his hands and knees. The finality of the cell's bars locking in place made the last of Percy's stoic façade crumble. Percy quickly blinked back the tears but couldn't help his low whimper as he slowly got back on his feet, his hands and knees smarting. Sniffling, he went over to the small sink above a toilet and flipped on the faucet. The ice cold water hit his scraped and bleeding palms like a thousand needles, making him gasp. Quickly, he brought his wet palms up to his lips and licked at his wounds. As a wolf shifter, his body rapidly healed wounds and his saliva helped to quicken that process. The pain quickly abated and the skin regenerated until they were like new. His knees took a bit longer, but after a few minutes of moving his legs up and down had them healed. 

He jumped when he heard a rustling of clothes. A large shadow at the corner of his cell began moving towards him. Percy backed away until his back was pressing up against the silver bars. He hissed and jerked forward as the metal made contact with his skin, lightly burning his exposed skin. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" the menacing shadow spit at him. 

The man stepped out from the shadows and the dim prison lights illuminated his face. He had silted green eyes, sharp cheek bones, and thin pale lips. Percy could cut himself on those cheek bones. Wrapping his arms around himself, Percy shivered under the man's gaze. Peering up from under his lashes, Percy saw a large, tall man. He was even bigger than the guards. He smelled like some kind of reptile shifter. 

"I-I killed a man," Percy whispered. The man snorted in derision. 

"A little squirt like you? You're still wet behind the ears, pup." 

Percy quickly glanced up at man, wondering what the other man was in here for. His tongue darted out in a quick swipe to his lips.

"Did you kill a man, too?" 

"No." Percy let out a relieved breath. The man couldn't be so bad then. Before the guards had thrown him in here, they'd been laughing about putting him in here with the "Killer". They had probably just been trying to make him scared. 

"I killed a bunch of men."

All of Percy's relief instantly flew out the window, or rather the cell bars at the man's confession. Gulping down a big wad of spit, Percy almost swallowed his tongue. 

"Did they deserve it?" Although he'd never condone murder, there were times when it was just inevitable with certain bad men. 

"The man you killed, did he deserve it?" the man asked, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. Percy looked up in surprise. This man was the first to ask him that question. When his Alpha had found Percy next to the bleeding body of the pack's beta, he'd been instantly condemned. They hadn't asked about the vicious bruises on Percy's own body, or the bleeding from the many bite marks on his body. The council had quickly decided his fate and before he could say anything in protest, he'd been driven here to the paranormal correctional facility. 

"I thought so at the time," Percy mumbled as he maneuvered around big man so that his back was against the cement wall instead of the bars. If the guy planned to attack him, he preferred that his skin wouldn't also be burned. He was already in enough pain for ten people and he didn't need to compound on it. 

The man followed him step for step. "And you don't think so now?"

Percy just shrugged, looking at the various stains on the floor. "I got exiled form my pack, my parents won't talk to me, and I'm stuck in here with you for foreseeable future." 

"If I was a little more sensitive, I'd think you didn't like me," the man teased with a small smile. Percy glanced up to catch a fleeting sight of the smile and he answered in return. 

"My name is Percy," he offered in a soft voice. He reached a tentative hand out to the man, wondering if he would take it. The big man stepped forward until Percy had to arch his neck up at an uncomfortable angle to look up the man. His large, calloused palm griped Percy's and he gasped as a sudden tingle went up from his fingers to spread throughout his body. He jerked up to meet the man's curious amber eyes and bit his lips to suppress yelling out that this man was his mate. 

"Name's Sabre." Sabre quickly pulled his hand away with a bemused frown, looking at his hand. "You're a wolf shifter?"

Percy savored the sound of his mate's name in his head. Sabre. It suited him. 

Percy nodded. "I'm from the Wind Heights Pack. I was the omega up until, well, you know. I smell reptile on you. Are you an alligator or a lizard or something?" He wanted so badly to know more about his mate. It didn't matter that he'd always pictured his mate as a wolf. After all these years and he finally found him in the last place he'd think to look. Percy hugged himself tighter, the urge to reach out and touch his mate overwhelming him and making his body shake. 

"Something like that. Look, I haven't had anyone stay in my cell for all the years I've been here and I like it like that. I'm sure the guards will come back in the morning and take you to another cell." 

It was like an arrow to his heart to hear that his mate didn't want him around. Hell, the man didn't even look like he knew that they were mates. Percy knew he couldn't be wrong, the man's scent, his touch-it all called to his wolf. If he'd been in his wolf form, he'd be wagging his tail with his tongue lolling out. 

Offering a trembling smile, Percy offered Sabre's own words back to him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn't like me." 

Sabre cocked a brow at him and he blushed, ducking his head down. The man's wry laughter filled the cell. 

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?" 

Percy nodded. His Alpha had always harped on his lack of social skills, always pushing him into situations that made him uncomfortable. His family had been of the same mind. Percy wondered if his shyness would be unattractive to his mate. 

"You wouldn't even make a good midnight snack for me, little wolf." 

"You don't know that," Percy retorted, absurdly insulted. 

Sabre smirked. "It sounds like you actually want to stay with me."

Percy pouted. "And if I want to?"

Sabre blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. For a moment, he looked at a loss for words. The little wolf was certainly turning out to be a surprise. 

"Trust me, pup, you don't. If you knew all the things I've done, you'd be clawing at those silver bars there trying to get out." 

Percy opened his mouth to protest, wanting the man to understand that he couldn't. He didn't understand why Sabre didn't know they were mates, but he was sure time together would make the reptile realize they were fated for each other. But before anything could come out of his mouth, a guard's yell interrupted them. 

"Lights out! Get to bed, you sick fucks." 

All the lights systematically shut off, until all Percy could see was the glowing amber of Sabre's eyes. Many of the other inmates growled and yelled obscenities as the guards banged on a few cell doors, trying to get them to go to bed. A low buzzing started and the silver bars began vibrating. 

"A witch's spell. Touch the bars and they'll slice your fingers off," Sabre answered Percy's unspoken question. 

"D-did you cut your fingers on one of them?" Percy's heart ached at even the thought of anything hurting his mate. He might have just met this man a few minutes ago but he already felt the mating pull. His skin itched with the need to be touched by his mate, his wolf clawing at his human skin to be let out. 

"I once pushed an inmate's face in them," Sabre stated, his amber eyes flashing. 

Percy nodded, not wanting to know anymore. He couldn't imagine under what circumstances Sabre would want to main a man like that, but he just couldn't imagine his man as a bad mate. He didn't think fate would pair him with a man that was a senseless killer. So far, Sabre seemed like a man who kept to himself nothing screamed out sadistic in the man's behavior. 

"Um, I'd like to go to sleep now." It had been a long day, but Percy also needed time to think. Maybe it was the mating pull that made him want to believe Sabre was a better man than what he actually was. 

"There's only one bed. Take the floor." 

Percy slowly slid to the floor, Sabre's harsh tone sapping away the rest of Percy's energy. He'd been attacked, kicked out of pack, thrown in prison, met a mate that didn't even know they were mates let alone want him and he just had enough. It was more than what one omega could take in day and now he just wanted to loose himself in the oblivion of sleep. He'd rather be snuggled up in his mate's arms taking comfort in his strength, but Percy doubted Sabre was the cuddling type. Hell, the man could be straight and Percy wouldn't be surprised. The way his day was going, he half suspected fate would try to screw him like that. Maybe that was why Sabre didn't want to acknowledge that they were mates. 

Curling up in small ball to ward off the chill, he burrowed his head in his arms. The floor was sticky and smelled distinctly of vomit and blood. Percy couldn't be bothered to care, not now. The floor was hard on his bruised body, the healing bite wounds still raw. The beta had really done a number on him after getting him alone and cornered off from the pack. When Percy had refused to do what the man demanded, the stronger wolf had attacked Percy. He could still feel the razor sharp teeth ripping through his tender flesh. The beta's jaws had bitten down on his neck, holding his down while his claws hands had raked down his back and ...

Percy whimpered at the dark memory, willing himself to forget. His heart rate had gone up and his upper lip and forehead was sweaty. He wanted to splash some water on his face, but he was too afraid to get up least he disturb his mate's sleep. The man didn't snore, but Percy could tell he was sleeping by the man's even breathing. 

He must have dozed off for a few hours but when he woke up, all he could see was an impregnable black. He could barely see his hands that were just a few inched form his face. 

Without warning, he felt rough hands grab at his body. Screaming out, Percy thrashed against the hold. He was reliving all those angry, frantic moments when he'd struggled for his life. The taste of blood filling his mouth, his own sweat mixing in with his tears, the bruising grip on his thighs...it came back rushing to him. But this time the beta wolf was too strong; he was going to finally take Percy. He was shoved onto a mattress face down, his yells muffled by the pillow. Sobbing, Percy got onto his knees but the beta's hands pulled him back and flipped him over. Vowing to make this as hard on the beta as possible, Percy clawed at his attacker's face with his shifted claws. Blood splattered down on his face but he didn't care. 

A sudden, sharp slap to his face snapped him out of his nightmare as he realized that the beta couldn't be attacking him. He was dead. Percy had killed him himself. His breathing was hard and shallow as he tried to find his bearings. 

"What the hell was that, little wolf?" Sabre's hot breath hit Percy's face. He looked up into those amber eyes and shook his head, whimpering. 

The man seemed to understand that he couldn't talk about it now, so he let it go. Percy felt the man tuck himself behind his smaller body and pull a blanket over them. A single tear slid down Percy's face as he felt his mate's body slowly warm his own. He clasped his shaking hands over his mate's wrists and locked them around his body. 

"Please don't let me go," Percy pleaded, feeling safe for the first time in years in the cage of his mate's embrace. 

Sabre cleared his throat uncomfortably, but tightened his arms around the smaller man. 

"You were thrashing around on the floor, yelling out for help. You looked cold," Sabre grumbled. Percy snuggled farther into the reptile's hold, not caring that he was probably pushing his boundaries. He needed to be held by his mate. The reptile's clean and sharp scent was intoxicating, and he inhaled deep. This might be the only opportunity to be this close to this man and Percy fully intended on taking advantage of that. 

"I'm okay now," Percy sighed, feeling the man's heartbeat thump against his back and though his body. It was slowly lulling him back to sleep. For the rest of the night, his mind was blissfully devoid of any dreams. 

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Sabre had learned from early on to sleep with one eye open, especially if he was in prison. In his two hundred and thirty eight years, he'd been imprisoned five times now and he knew the drill. So when he woke up from a deep sleep to find he was nuzzling into chocolate brown curls, his immediate reaction was to grab the man's throat and throw him off. But just as his fingers curled into a crushing grip on the man's throat, he whimpered and tried to duck down under Sabre's armpit. Realizing he presented a greater threat to the curly haired man than the man did to him, he slowly released the skin and watched as a blood red handprint appeared on his pale throat. 

Feeling just a little bit guilty, a first for him, he rubbed a thumb over the mark, awed that he hadn't yet woken the little wolf. Sadistic bastard that he was, he liked looking at his hand print on the man's neck. He ran his tongue over his abnormally elongated fangs, longer than even a normal paranormal's should be. Being the kind of reptiles that he was, his fangs were extra sensitive. He grunted when the wolf squirmed in his arm, rubbing his face against one of his pectoral muscles. 

Sabre tried to untangle himself from the mess of limbs but the wolf was surprisingly strong, his legs and arms twined around his body like a vise. He felt a familiar bulge against his thigh, not unlike his own. The wolf's hand was dangerously close to his own hard cock, the fucking moron more than ready for Sabre to flip the clingy wolf over on his stomach and shove into his tight ass. Disregarding every warning signal from his brain, his other hand smoothed down the wolf's back to grab at the man's ass. He bit back a hiss when he felt the firm globes fit perfectly within his palm, almost begging to be slapped. 

Fuck, he was screwed. 

Having had more than his fair share of ass, both female and male, Sabre had no compunctions about indiscriminate sex; but something about this particular wolf had him on edge. The moment he'd smelled the man's scent coming down the lone corridor towards his cell, his cock had been doing a happy dance behind his pants. When's he'd been shoved into the cell, Sabre had both wanted to growl at the guards for daring to touch the man but he'd also wanted to thank them for handing him such an appealing little twink. He was in fucking prison, not a fuck service. It would be beyond moronic to get involved with some jail bait like him, who looked like he hadn't even hit fifty yet, the usual age of maturity for paranormals. 

"Wake up inmates!" 

The guard's shout was immediately followed by glare of lights from the florescent tubes on the hallway ceilings. Not wanting any of the guards to see them both entwined like lovers, Sabre quickly shoved off the bed and got up off the bed. Percy moaned in protest at the sudden lack of warmth and curled into himself. Shaking his head at the defenseless wolf, Sabre wondered how's he's make it in the world so far. As beautiful as the shifter was, had he been thrown in any other cell he'd be waking up screaming a cock already shoved in his ass. The pup needed to be taught that he couldn't just curl up against an inmate like that and fall asleep without worry. 

The cold water from the sink served to shock the last of the sleep from his eyes. Brushing his teeth in quick strokes, he did his business and shook himself off before washing his hands. When he looked back at the bed, Percy had turned on his stomach and the waistband of his pants had ridden down until Sabre had a great view of the two, adorable little dimple over the man's ass. Those tiny little indents were the perfect place for Sabre to press his thumb into as he held onto he smaller man's waist and thrust his dick into his ass. Sabre let out a growl when he felt his cock hardening again at the thought. Walking over close to the bed, he flicked his still wet fingers towards the man's face. 

Percy squeaked and his eyes popped open as the small drops of cold water hit his face. He looked up fearfully at the man scowling down at him and pulled the covers up to his chin in a futile attempt to protect himself. Percy highly doubted some scratchy wool would be sufficient protection against the hulking behemoth. 

"Get up." 

Percy nodded and scrambled from the bed, his legs getting tangled even further in the blankets. With an impatient snort, Sabre jerked the covers from Percy's body. But that sudden move made Percy fly from the bed to fall to the floor in an inelegant heap. Sabre sighed loudly in exasperation and Percy quickly clambered to feet. 

Sabre nodded towards the sink, but Percy stood mesmerized by his mate. This morning, without the confusion and heartache of being thrown from his pack to this miserable place, Percy was able to fully appreciate his handsome mate, well, he thought Sabre looked handsome. His face was all harsh angles, with a blade nose and broad, sharp cheeks. Thin lips were pressed tightly in a frown, but they were unbelievably pink and looked so very soft and pink. Percy had an almost unmanaged urge to lick at those lips for hours, until Sabre might deign to open his mouth and allow Percy entrance. 

"Percy!" Sabre snapped. Percy jerked his eyes to meet the man's gaze and flushed in guilt. "Go wash."

"Yes, sir." Percy quickly turned his back on the man and went to do his business. He heard a low groan from the man, as if he was being tortured but he was too scared to ask. This morning, Sabre was acting aloof, and seemed nothing like the man who had carried him to bed and warmed him through the night. It was a little embarrassing to go on the toilet, especially knowing his mate was watching and listening so Percy screwed his eyes shut, shoved his pants to his knees and quickly did his business. But the time he'd washed his hands, all the blood in his body had taken up permanent residence on his face. 

Taking a deep, he slowly turned around but couldn't lift his gaze above Sabre's knees. With his hands clasped in front of him, he waited. For what, he didn't know. 

"Um, what do we do now?" Percy asked when he had stood there for more than five minutes watching Sabre stretch his limbs out without either of them talking. 




Jail Bite



"Nothing. That's the point," Sabre sneered. "We go get food at two, rec time until four. Then more nothing. Were you expecting some sort of resort here?" 

"Oh. Right," Percy looked around the small cell uncomfortably, then went to sit on the bed. He watched as Sabre dropped himself to the floor and completed a series of curls and sit ups. The man's large muscles bunched under his skin, sweat starting to roll down his chest. The musky smell alone was heating up Percy's body, his wolf wagging its tail in anticipation. This was going to a long day in a series of long months and years.

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Sabre watched as Percy choked down the tough meat, dark blood tickling down his chin is messy rivulets. The prison didn't even bother to cook the food they served. Their everyday menu consisted of raw meat, withered vegetables, and fruit. Sabre had already swallowed down his portion, which had been considerably bigger than Percy's. Since they weren't given any utensils, Percy had to use to his hands. He ripped off dainty little bits and chewed the small pieces with great determination. He'd already picked off the few bits of veggies and fruit on his plate. Sabre had kindly given Percy his share of veggies and fruit when he'd felt the were's longing gaze on the dried greens. 

"You eat like a girl," Sabre remarked. 

Percy looked away from his breakfast and give him a small, cute glare. Groaning inwardly at his inane thoughts, he vowed to himself that nothing else the were did would be called cute. 

"Just because I choose not to grab it up and shove more than half of it down my throat like a shifted were does not make me girly," he sniffed, taking an even daintier bite this time. 

Sabre snorted. "I didn't say you were a girl, just said you ate like one." When Percy didn't comment, Sabre smirked. "Wonder what else you do like a girl." 

Percy pursed his lips, the two plump morsels stained a deep red. And goddammit it if it wasn't cute, too. "I-This isn't as bad as I thought it would be," he said with a gesture to the scarps of meat in his hand, his transparent attempts at diverting the conversation bringing a grin to Sabre's face. But since the red of Percy's blush was about to overtake the intensity of the blood around his mouth, Sabre decided to let it slide. 

"What kind of shit food did they feed you in your pack?" Sabre growled incredulously. The meat they were given were only days from going bad, sometimes it was over a reasonable date. The only reason he got the meat that hadn't yet gone rotten was because of the reputation he'd purposefully made for himself when he first got here nine years ago. 

Percy popped off the last morsel of red meat then proceeded to lick off the lingering blood staining his fingers. Sabre was hard-pressed to repress a torturous groan as Percy's pink little tongue lapped up the liquid like it was ambrosia. But just because Sabre couldn't groan like an adolescent boy finding his first stash of porn didn't mean Percy couldn't. The sounds coming out of the little wolf as he enjoyed his meal should be illegal; at least they should be in a prison full of paranormal that pounced on anything that was weaker than them. And Percy was defiantly on the lowest rung of the totem pole. 

With a content sigh, Percy shifted back on the bed until his back rested against the cool walls. He cupped his hands over his slightly protruding belly and looked sheepishly across at the reptile resting on a steel chair besides the bed. 

"I ate what the alpha and the pack gave me. Usually it was after everyone else had finished eating, even the young ones. Whatever was left I was given. Sometimes it was a feast and sometimes...well sometimes it was nothing at all." The scowl on Sabre's face darkened with each of Percy's nonchalant words. "But-but that was only during the winter seasons when prey was slim," Percy hurried to reassure. Inside, however, his wolf was secretly pleased that Sabre was so upset at his treatment. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary or cruel; that was how all packs worked. 

Sabre shoved away from his chair and went to the sink to wash his hands. Normally he would have licked them off like Percy had done but he'd suddenly lost all appetite. "No fucking wonder. You should be glad to be rid of them," he muttered. 

Since Sabre's back was to Percy, he missed the small smile that graced the wolf's adorable face. "Maybe," the wolf whispered mostly to himself but Sabre heard nonetheless. Sabre glanced back at the wolf but Percy merely blinked innocently at him. 

"So what do we do for the rest of the day?" Percy asked once Sabre was sitting in front of him again. He sat with his legs folded under him and his hands clasped in his lap. 

Tipping his chair back and balancing on two legs, Sabre scowled at the wolf. "Not we. I. and I just sit here with my thoughts." 

"Oh." 

The single syllable shouldn't have sounded so devastating but it did. Sabre growled at the need to offer some type of activity to occupy Percy; he wasn't a goddamn dog to entertain the man. He knew what kind of activity he'd like to do with Percy but he had a feeling that the man would give him more than a few scratches if he tried anything. His fingers unconsciously went to his face were the scratch marks had been but felt only rough, stubbled skin. But after a measly four minutes of berating himself for being so weak, Sabre felt his resolve shatter when he saw Percy had hugged a pillow to his chest and was sniffing it discreetly. It was Sabre's pillow. 

"We could, ah, play a game?" Sabre suggested lamely. He wanted to take back the words even before he'd uttered them. But Percy's shining and hopeful eyes dissuaded him. 

"Really? What game do you want to play? I don't suppose we can get cards in here do you?" Percy asked excitedly, not unlike a puppy. 

He shrugged. "I can get you cards." Hell, he could threaten anything out of the guards. 

"Oh, yes please!" Percy nodded his head. Sabre was sure that if Percy had had a tail in this form, it would be wagging madly. "But for now, maybe we can play twenty questions?" 

"Maybe not," Sabre was quick to shoot down that stupid idea. 

Ignoring him, Percy went on as if he hadn't spoken. "Okay, I'll go first. How old are you?"

"Older than you," he grunted out. Percy pouted at the vague answer, his lower lip sticking out. 

"Oh, you can do better than that. If you answer nicely, I'll tell you anything you want to know about me." Percy offered hopefully. 

Rolling his eyes, Sabre folded his arms in front of his chest. "There's nothing I want to know about you." 

Ignoring him again, Percy began to count on his fingers useless information that he thought Sabre would want to know about him. "You can ask me my age, what colors I like, what foods I like, what books I like, what I like to do in my wolf form, how I-" 

"Why did you kill a man?" 

Lime green eyes widened and jerked to Sabre's eyes, meeting his forest green ones in panic. Percy shook his head, tears pooling in his eyes as he hugged the pillow closer to his body. "I-I can't. It, it was a-a horrible, terrible mistake. I don't want to play anymore," he stuttered out almost frantically. 

Berating himself for pushing too hard too fast, Sabre slowly got up and held out his hands placatingly. Percy flinched at his movements and Sabre slowed down himself down even further. He approached the bed with caution and sat in front of Percy who looked like he was trying to plaster himself flat against the wall. 

"Two hundred and thirty eight." 

"What?" Watery eyes blinked at him in confusion. He repeated the answer with a small quirk of his lips. "Really, that's pretty old." Percy giggled when Sabre hissed in annoyance. "I'm not saying you're old, just that that age is old," he said with a cheeky grin. 

Sabre cuffed the wolf gently on the side of his head. "I see you're learning from me. Knew I'd be a good influence on you sooner or later." 

"I don't think good is the right word. Bad maybe? Yes, that sounds about right." Percy yelped with Sabre pinched his ear lobe, but his rough fingers quickly soothed the small hurt. Sabre didn't take his hand away as he continued to massage the soft lobe of flesh. Percy leaned into the warm touch. The reptile didn't generate much heat but his touch was comforting nonetheless. 

"Aren't you going o ask me how old I am?" Percy broke the silence after five minutes of staring at each other. 

Without breaking his stare, Sabre asked him "How old are you?" 

"Twenty-one." 

Frowning, Sabre pulled his hand away, albeit reluctantly. Percy's chin jerked, as if trying to keep the contact but he blushed and tucked in his chin to his collarbones when Sabre pulled away to put more space between them. "Fuck you are jail bait, little wolf." 

"I am not," Percy huffed up indignantly. "In case you've been stuck here since the stone ages, eighteen is the age of maturity." 

He snorted. "In the human world, maybe. On our world, your barely a baby," he sneered out the worlds cruelly. It wasn't an attack on Percy; it was more for a reminder of why he should not be lusting after this omega. 

"Werewolves younger than me are having babies, so no I am not a baby." With an affronted sniff, Percy turned up his nose and folded his arms defensively in front of him. 

Without meaning to, Sabre watched fascinated as his arm reached up once again towards Percy's face. The smaller man sat complete still, the only movements of his chest expanding and retracting disrupting the quiet moment. Sabre cupped his hand around Percy's soft cheek. His thumb swiped across Percy's dry and cracked lips, relishing in the soft give of flesh under his calloused thumb. A pink tongue darted out to wet those dry lips and they unintentionally touched on Sabre's salty finger. It lingered for just a moment before darting back into the cavern of Percy's mouth to savor the taste behind closed lips. 

"Inmates, time to clear out of the cages!" the grating guard's voiced boomed into the small cell. It broke the private moment the two weres were sharing. 

Sabre let his fingers trail down Percy's face as he pulled away, the other were still unmoving until Sabre managed to drag himself off the bed and a few feet across the cell for good measure. Percy physically hook his head to clear his hazy thoughts. He avoided looking at Sabre but his attention was soon diverted when an unknown guard came and unlocked their cell. 

"Come, follow close behind me," Sabre grunted. He held out a hand for Percy to take. Both ignored the awestruck look on the guards' face, who had never seen Sabre so much as talk to another inmate let alone offer a hand. Allowing himself a small, victorious smile Percy clasped Sabre's hand with both of his and pressed himself as close to Sabre as possible with two sets of clothing separating them. 

They exited the cell as one and got in line behind the other waiting inmates. Both ignored the stares and glares coming from the guards and inmates, who were just as awestruck by Sabre's unprecedented affections towards an insignificant werewolf. Still they kept at least a few feet between odd couple and themselves, not wanting to risk Sabre's wrath.



Jail Break



As Matt stepped out of his friend's jeep, he grinned and looked around. He hadn't been to this camp site since he was a kid so it felt rejuvenating to be back. The sun was out and shining, the lake was clear, and the volleyball court was perfect. However, Judd, the owner of the jeep, was the best moment disrupter. He ran up and slapped Matt on the back before saying "Dude! We're done with school! I can't wait for the girls to get here."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Is that all you think about? Besides, I thought you had a girlfriend."

Judd flexed his muscles and cocked an eyebrow. "I do. But the party can't start without them." 

A few minutes later a Mercedes Benz pulled up with the windows rolled down and the song "School's Out For Summer" blaring through the speakers. It was the girls. High fives and occasional hugs were passed around as Matt saw familiar faces. But when the driver emerged, his eyes were glued to her. Her auburn hair was a smooth waterfall down to the middle of her back and her eyes were an electrifying green. And her body-it was enough to knock over any man. Large, proportional breasts were barely concealed by her tiny blue tank top and the daisy dukes hugged her hips like a second skin. Legs that went on for miles finished off the look. Matt felt like he was staring at a model from some fashion magazine. If she was staying all weekend, using self-control was going to be damn near impossible. Judd noticed his staring. "Matt, your jaw is on the ground."

Matt blushed but didn't take his eyes off the girl. "I can't help it. She's probably the hottest girl I've ever seen."

Judd laughed louder this time. "You could say that again. Trixi sure did fill out since middle school."

Matt felt like someone had punched him in the gut. After a minute of recovering he looked over at Judd. "Trixi? From Malcolm Middle School?"

"Yeah, that's her. You two must have lost contact in high school."

"How do you still know her?"

He grinned. "I'm dating her older sister Shana."

At that moment Trixi ran up to Judd and gave him a quick hug. "Hey Judd, I'm sorry my sis couldn't come this weekend, Hooters was too busy to let her off."

Judd nodded. "It's alright. She and I are going out Monday night."

Trixi nodded then turned her head over to her car. "I'm going to go help unpack. See ya later."

She then ran off causing Matt's eyes to be drawn to her butt. This was going to be a long weekend. "I wonder if she remembers me."

"Well, I guess we'll find out."

After about an hour of setting up, their trip was ready. Well, it probably wasn't a full hour but it felt like it to Matt. He kept stopping his task to watch Trixi float around helping everyone. At some point, she chugged from a water bottle and when the water trailed down her neck, it was all he could do to look away. Finally, when he was about to snap, it was time for beach volleyball. The court consisted of sand and a net. Matt looked over at Judd and said "You brought the grill right?"

"Hell yeah! Grilled meat is the best."

"Then you get to cook dinner tonight."

Cheers sounded from everyone in agreement causing Judd to sulk. "Fuck you Matt! You're cooking tomorrow."

Matt laughed as he set up the grill but was cut short when Trixi began stripping off her clothes to reveal a very tight, black bikini. Her skin was tanned like a goddess. As she put her long hair up into a ponytail, her eyes locked with Matt's. "Getting an eyeful?"

Matt blushed and stuttered out "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare..."

Trixi giggled until when recognition flashed across her face. "It can't be...Matt? Matt Salem?"

He looked away before returning the glance with nervous eyes. "Yes?"

She grinned and threw her arms around him. Matt almost fell from the force but managed to hug back. Her body felt warm in his arms. "Judd didn't tell me you were coming!"

"Yeah well he likes to mess with people. I didn't know you were coming either."

The hug lasted a little longer before she moved away. Matt immediately missed the warmth. "So are you happy school's out?"

Trixi grinned and he noticed perfect teeth. "So happy! All of high school's drama is done."

Before they could say anything else, a guy from Trixi's side called out "are you two going to talk all night or actually play?"

Trixi whispered "we'll catch up later" then ran off to her spot. All Matt could think was 'thank God I'm wearing jeans.' Within a few minutes a heated game commenced and the ball was flying everywhere. For most of the game, Matt's team held the lead until Trixi spiked the ball. After that Matt tried to keep his head in the game but Trixi was probably the best player he'd ever seen. He had to use all his self-control not to slam his lips onto hers. While her actual playing was epic, the bikini top did nothing to hide the bouncing of her chest. However, Matt didn't try anything. Knowing her, she probably had a boyfriend back home. Five minutes later Trixi's team won. She cheered, hugged the girls, and gave the guys high fives. Matt's team was just looking at him like he'd lost his mind and Trixi noticed. "Don't tell me you're a sore loser."

"No it's just I'm not used to losing. You're the first person to beat me in two years."

Trixi smirked. "Never underestimate the power of a Crenshaw."

After that statement she winked and sauntered off to talk to one of the other girls until Judd signaled dinner. Matt calmed down; thinking food would take his mind off this vixen. He was wrong. "Hey Judd, what's with all these burgers and one bratwurst?"

"It's for Trixi; Said she preferred something long over round."

Matt internally groaned before grabbing his burger. As if nature was against him, Trixi sat next to him with a brat piled high with veggies. What she did next was enough to piss off all the girls and make all the guys stare. She ran her tongue along the length of the meat, licking off the veggies. Her friends rolled their eyes as if this was a normal occurrence. Matt bit his lip and asked "Trixi, what are you doing?"

"Oh sorry, I just love doing this. It's too hard to eat with all the veggies on there."

Matt sighed and began eating. It was going to be cold showers every night this weekend it looked like. Her voice broke his train of thought. "So how have you been Matt? It's been what, three years since we've seen each other?"

"About that yeah... I've been good, even better now that school is out."

"Are you going to college?"

"Medical school in the fall."

Trixi eyes widened as a smile played on her lips. "A doctor eh? Wow, I'm impressed. I've always found doctors to be quite sexy."

Matt smiled back while forcing down a blush. "So what about you?"

She took another bite of her bratwurst before replying "College in the fall for the automotive department."

Matt almost chocked on his burger. "Automotive?"

Trixi laughed. "Shocking, I know. Growing up, our car would break down a lot but rather than take it in all the time, I would help my dad fix it. It developed an addiction. I love taking a car apart, putting it back together, and hearing it purr."

Matt sat back in his seat and studied Trixi. "You must be the perfect girlfriend."

Trixi's eyes grew sad but she smiled. "Thanks but I've never actually had a boyfriend. All guys want from me is one night in bed and they're gone."

Matt was shocked and had the urge to hug her. Instead, he grabbed her hand and said "I'm sorry."

She shrugged before standing. "I'll find the right guy eventually. Thanks for the concern though."

She then went away to throw away her plate leaving Matt to ponder. He hoped she found a good guy because she deserved it. Judd chose that exact moment to but in. "Hey man I saw you with Trixi. Making your move already huh?"

"I'm not making any moves. She's into guys that tan instead of burn and can talk without stuttering."

"I was just asking. Besides, you're a good guy. Just talk to her."

Realizing Judd wasn't going to give up, Matt replied "Alright, I'll get to know her better. But that's it."

He grinned until Trixi said "hey everyone, how about some after dinner entertainment?"

Everyone looked her way to find that she had changed and had set up her iPod dock. Matt's body felt like it was about to explode with the outfit she was wearing. Stretched tight against her breasts was a leather, lace up bustier and a pair of leather booty shorts barely covered her toned butt. Traveling halfway up her thigh was a pair of stiletto leather boots. Matt's eyes went up and down over her body before settling again on her face. Beads of sweat broke out on his face while his heart almost pounded out of his chest. The urge to screw her was so powerful he had to take a deep breath to clear his mind. Nothing else in the world mattered until the guy next to him, Derik, spoke up. "Oh man Crystal looks so hot right now."

Matt hadn't even noticed until now that Crystal was standing next to Trixi wearing a leather mini dress with matching boots. He was right, she did look good. Trixi began her introduction. "Well, to start from the beginning, I heard this song while hanging out with my sister, Shana. I began dancing and she gave me some pointers so now it's a full routine. Hope you all like it. And a big round of applause please for Crystal, I couldn't do this routine without you."

Crystal rolled her eyes at the compliment but she smiled when everyone clapped. Matt was genuinely excited until the song came on. It was Dirty Dancer by Enrique Iglesias and Usher. The girls began swaying their hips simultaneously. They were rocking their bodies to the beat, dropping low, bending back, and moving in a way that had Matt wondering how he'd get through the whole dance. Crystal was making direct eye contact with Derik while Trixi was looking at the entire audience. Her gaze, however, lingered on Matt long enough to make him twitch. Right now, she had him at the palm of her hands and had no idea. As best as they could in the grass, they spun, sped up, and when the song slowed down, so did they. Eventually, they sensually worked their whole body, captivating the audience. By the time the song ended, everyone was so impressed that they were screaming, cheering, and clapping. Matt was speechless but managed to clap. However, Derik and Crystal were in their own little world. "Hey Trixi, is it alright if I borrow Crystal for a while?"

Trixi laughed. "Go for it dude."

The couple ran off towards the cabins, disappearing through a door. Trixi then turned to Matt. "So, what did you think?"

"That was the best dance routine I've ever seen. You looked amazing."

Matt blushed after saying that but Trixi grinned. "Thanks, I've been working on it for a while. Looks like Crystal got an added bonus."

Once again, within a few minutes their conversation was interrupted. This time, by the 

sound of splashing water. Trixi turned to the lake and grinned. "I'm going to go change

back into my bikini. Just give me a second."

She ran off towards the bathroom leaving Matt time to recover. His swim trunks were on

under his jeans so he didn't need to change. After a few minutes, he stripped and jumped 

into the water, hoping it would hide the effect that dance had on him. Wearing the same

black bikini, Trixi jumped in next to Matt. "Ah, the water feels great."

Before Matt could reply, her iPod began blaring Animals by Nickelback. Her eyes lit up.

"I forgot I had this song on there but I'm glad it played. It's one of my favorites."

"Of course it is..." Matt muttered. Hearing this song and seeing Trixi wet was 

not helping anything. He tried to have fun with everyone, occasionally starting a splash 

war but there was no denying it. He wanted Trixi more than he'd ever wanted anyone. 

As the night went on, the temperature dropped and everyone's energy seemed to be 

leaving them. Trixi yawned and turned to Matt. "I'm going to go up to bed. Are you 

coming?"

Matt wanted nothing more than to walk her up to her cabin but being a guy and wearing

swim trunks wasn't a good combination. "No, I think I'll stay in for a little while. It's

a nice night."

Trixi walked out of the water giving him a nice view. "Suit yourself. Just don't freeze."

As Matt watched her disappear into the darkness, he knew one thing was certain. He was

going to go insane before Sunday came. 

The next morning, Matt awoke to someone shaking him. Groaning, he tried to roll away but the arm didn't stop. He opened his eyes to the sight of Judd staring down at him. "Well good morning sleeping beauty. Are you going to sleep all day or come down and join us?"

Matt sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Ten. And your breakfast is getting cold."

Matt opened his eyes wider at the shock. Normally he didn't sleep late when he was with friends but the night before hadn't given him much sleep. After finally falling to sleep, his dreams were filled with nothing but Trixi. Realizing Judd was still in the room, Matt sat up. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be down."

Judd just shook his head while chuckling. "That's the problem about women. They give you hell and we want more."

Matt looked up to glare but found an empty doorway. Clearing his mind, he made his way to the bathroom after getting dressed. Five minutes later, he joined his group at the picnic table. He was warmly greeted by everyone-except Trixi. "About time you got up. I thought you were going to miss the dodge ball tournament."

Taking a bite of his eggs, Matt inquired "What tournament?"

"Oh well since you lost so terribly at the volleyball game we decided to see how you did at dodge ball."

"I did not lose that terribly but dodge ball sounds pretty good. Just be prepared to have your butt kicked."

Her eyes twinkled as if she knew something he didn't. He was captivated but focused on his food. Trixi, however, was determined to make that as difficult as possible. "So why did you sleep so late?" 

"I couldn't get to sleep last night so I was tired this morning."

"Why couldn't you sleep last night?"

Matt looked up to see her smirking at him. "You are so nosy. Why do you even need to know?"

Trixi laughed. "Just messing with you Matt. I thought I was going to be the last one up, I never sleep at night."

"Just what are you doing at night then?"

"Now who's nosy?"

"Touché...so what are the rest of your summer plans after this weekend?"

"I'm actually going to start working at Hooters with my sister. She talked to the boss and was able to get me in which is great because I need money for college."

"You don't look very thrilled about that."

"No I'm excited to be working there I'm just skeptical about Shana's methods of getting me in...she had quite the thing going with the boss before she met Judd."

"Oh...well, a job's a job. Besides, I think you'd be good at Hooters."

Trixi smirked. "Cause I have the rack of a porn star right?"

Without realizing it, Matt's eyes were drawn to her chest. Blushing a beat red, he snapped his eyes back up to her face, then darted them back down to his plate. "N-No I didn't mean that! Y-you're just good with people."

Trixi laughed and playfully smacked his arm. "I'm kidding Matt. Seriously, you need to lighten up. I'm not sensitive like most girls."

Luckily, before Matt had to stick his foot farther into his mouth, the dodge ball game was ready to begin. After a few minutes, two of the guys came back from the storage shed, carrying a bag of dodge balls. However, as teams were formed, Trixi sat down in the grass on the outside of the line. Crystal, standing on Derik's side, asked "Trixi, you aren't playing?"

"Nah, dodge ball isn't really my thing. Besides, you guys need someone to yell "jail break". Unless someone else wants to do it."

No one said anything which caused Trixi to laugh. "Thought so. Don't worry; I'll have a lot more fun doing this."

Matt felt bad that she had to sacrifice herself but would soon learn why Trixi liked watching. For a solid ten minutes, the balls made no contact with anyone until finally Derik was out. Followed by Judd, Crystal, and her friend April. Soon the outline was becoming full and only a few people were left actually playing. And the people out were feeling impatient. "Come on Trixi you always do this! Just let us back in already."

Trixi laughed and simply shook her head. Judd rolled his eyes before turning to Matt. "This is how she has her fun. Makes everyone that's out suffer for as long as she wants then sends us back in when we're least expecting it...Maybe you could talk her into not being a bitch this time."

"First off, she's not a bitch. Second, how could I help? She's stubborn as hell."

Judd, being the most impatient out of the group, pushed Matt towards Trixi, hoping to have him talk to the girl. But, Matt tripped over a rock and fell on top of Trixi, his lips landing onto hers. For what felt like a full minute, neither of them moved, too shocked to do anything. Finally Matt jumped off her as if she was on fire and began stuttering out an apology. "I-I'm so sorry T-Trixi. That was a-all Judd's fault-"

Trixi, trying very hard to hide her blushing face, interrupted Matt's speech by yelling "jail break!"

The group cheered and ran back into the game but Matt seemed to be rooted to the spot. Trixi nodded toward the field. "Look just...don't mention this again ok? Your team needs you."

Matt slowly nodded and ran back to his side of the line. Any concentration needed for dodge ball was sucked out of him leaving him a sitting duck. Anytime he got out Trixi wouldn't look at him, but assured that she wasn't mad. However, Matt felt ready to beat Judd to a living pulp. For the rest of the game, Trixi was quick to yell jail break and everyone loved it. Judd was having the time of his life, seeming to have forgotten what he did. By the time lunch came, the group was exhausted but cheering. "That was the best game of dodge ball ever!" Crystal yelled. "I think I'm getting better."

Derik hugged her and replied "you looked good out there."

Matt, seeing Judd was alone, ran over to him. "What the hell is your problem? You're lucky Trixi didn't rip my nuts off!"

"Look man it was an accident. She said she wasn't mad and if you're so damn scared, why don't you talk to her? I got to go make lunch."

He headed off toward the grill leaving Trixi room to sidle up to Matt. "Hey, don't bite his head off."

"I should for what he pulled. I'm sorry that happened."

"For the last time, I'm not mad. Judd pulls pranks on Shana all the time and if she can put up with him, so can I. I mean, yes, I was shocked but it's not like you were purposely trying to kiss me."

Matt laughed but couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt. Sure, it wasn't a real kiss but her lips had been soft, supple, and sweet making him want more. However, if he didn't change the subject now, he was going to have to throw himself into the lake. "So how come you didn't play? From what I hear, you're great at sports."

She smiled causing Matt's stomach to do a flip flop. "You'd think so but I actually suck at dodge ball but I don't want to be picked on so I rarely admit it. The only way out is to be jail break."

Matt nodded. "I suppose that makes sense. You're a pretty good jail break girl though."

As soon as he said that Matt wanted to kick himself. 'Way to be an idiot...' he thought. Trixi just giggled while looking at him. "You're a nice guy Matt. I'm glad we found each other again."

Matt wanted to say he was glad he found her but Judd signaled lunch causing Trixi to run off toward the food. Lunch was pretty eventful, most of the time everyone watched Crystal and Derik practically make love in the middle of the field. It was as if they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Watching them together wasn't helping Matt in the slightest either. Somehow, he lost himself in a daydream where Trixi and he were the ones on the field. He was kissing her, making her go wild under his touch. Her body spread out under his, squirming with want. Just before the fantasy became really heated, Judd broke his thought by yelling "Hey! Either cut it out or get a room!"




Jail Break



I was sitting at a table in the commons playing cards with three other inmates when I heard the correctional officer call my name. Warily, I approached him. I wasn't expecting any mail and he was handing out letters to the inmates.

"Calhoun?" he asked. 

"Yes sir, I'm Rodney Calhoun." 

"The next time I call your name, answer immediately or you'll have to wait for next mail-call to get your correspondence."

"Yes sir," I replied and took the red envelope from his hand. There was no return address, but I didn't need one. The subtle hint of perfume wafting from the envelope was enough to tell me it was from my biracial girlfriend, Desiree.

Seeking some privacy, I went back to my cell. Sitting on my bunk, I brought the envelope up to my nose and took a big whiff. My head spun from the intoxicating scent and my mind whirled with pleasurable memories. Suddenly gut-punched with sadness, I stifled a sob. I looked around to ensure no inmates witnessed my moment of weakness. Any sign of weakness in here was an open invitation for trouble. And trouble was the one thing I already had plenty of. I was sitting in county lock-up awaiting trial for trafficking in stolen merchandise. If convicted, I was looking at twenty-to-life in prison for my third strike. 

Tearing into the red envelope, I opened it and pulled out a Valentine card. On the cover was a drawing of a gorgeous stripper and printed in red letters at the top were the words, "Hope I don't stop your heart." I opened the card, it simply read, "Happy Valentine's Day." Below those words Desiree had penned, "Rodney, just wanted you to know that I miss you," and she had signed it with a bunch of X's and O's.

Closing my eyes to shut out the sights of the county jail, I brought the card up to my nose to once again catch a hint of my girlfriend's fragrance. Instantly, I recalled the last time I had seen Desiree. It had been back in December at the university library where she was a student. I had asked her for a date, but since she was studying for Finals she refused. However, she said to meet her in the library instead because she was ready for a study break, whatever that meant.

Desiree was waiting for me near the library's entrance when I arrived. She flashed her ID at the campus security desk as she took my hand and escorted me inside. She was wearing a black sweater and the way her big breasts were bouncing underneath it, I knew they weren't bound by a bra. Around her narrow waist was a green and black plaid mini-skirt, the hem of which just covered the cheeks of her tight bubble butt. Her long dancer's legs were covered from her ankles to her mid-thigh with black crochet leg-warmers. The clippety-clop of her high heels resounded on the stairs as we made our way to the third floor.

As I followed a couple of steps behind Desiree, I caught the flash of her bare ass under her skirt and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. When she reached the top step, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward me. Lifting her skirt, I gently bit her butt check and she yelped with glee. Then giggling she broke from my grip and raced into the labyrinth of the bookshelves. The hunt was on for my biracial beauty.

Searching the stacks, I found my 23 year-old green-eyed, honey-skinned temptress, she was half-black, half-white. Leaning her back sexily against the side of a bookcase at the isolated end of an aisle. She twirled a strand of her naturally-curly, brown-sugar colored hair between her fingers. Her mischievous expression read, what kept you? At 5'4" her fabulous 36D-28-36 figure was attractively displayed on her 109 pound frame. She had been a collegiate gymnast, but after rupturing her Achilles tendon she had lost her scholarship and started stripping to pay for college.

I looked deep into her green eyes, which held a sensuous glimmer. My lips closed with hers. As our lips touched, shockwaves of ecstasy surged down my spine. Pressing my tongue against her soft, warm lips, I forced an entrance into her mouth. My tongue entwined with hers in an erotic dance. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled on her ear then her neck. I rested my head on her shoulder for a moment and inhaled the pleasant aroma of her perfume. My cock stirred to life in my trousers. Hearing footfalls on the stairway, I said, "We may not be alone up here."

Desiree smiled and moved her hand to my crotch and squeezed my cock to full hardness. She whispered, "I know, isn't it exciting?"

My hands traveled to her full, round breasts. I squeezed them through her sweater and confirmed she didn't have on a bra. With a wicked smile, I raised her sweater and exposed her brown breasts. I sucked on each of her dusky nipples then playfully tantalized them with my flickering tongue while she cooed like a kitten.

Trailing my hand down her body, I grinned as Desiree naughtily raised the hem of her skirt for me. I sank my middle finger sank deep into her simmering snatch and pushed my palm against her clit causing her to gasp, I said, "Babe, you're really wet."

"I told you I was ready for a study break," she replied then brought my face to hers in a fiery kiss. Suddenly, we were totally lost in the passion of the moment.

With frantic frenzy, I sawed my finger in and out of her pussy. I pressed my thumb all around her clit without touching it. With animal-like lust, her groans grew into a growl as the pleasurable pressure built.

"Would you like to cum?" I whispered.

Wild-eyed and huffing, she nodded. 

"Don't scream," I warned.

Her body went rigid as I pushed my thumb against her agitated clit. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax, she buried her face into my shoulder to stifle her hedonistic wail. She gritted her teeth as her body shook in orgasmic release. Her pussy contracted wetly around my digit. 

When she grew still, I teased, "Feel better now, Babe?"

Desiree looked up at me glazed-eyed, unable to answer. After a long moment, she recovered and said, "I will after you fuck me, Lover."

She twisted around and raised both arms grabbing the bookshelf on either side of her head. Arching her back, she pushed her ass out. Her brown sugar hair cascaded down her back. She looked at me over her shoulder and sexily said, "I want you to fuck me now."

I impaled her on my manhood and growled with gratification as her silky wetness engulfed my hardness. Pausing to enjoy the pleasure of her pussy, I allowed her to adjust to my girth. In ecstasy I gasped, "Babe, you pussy feels so good, so good."

"Lover...cock...big...hard...good," she responded incomprehensively pushing her rear-end into me. Standing on her tiptoes, she began to swivel her hips in a circular motion. She looked over her shoulder at me with a look of pure pleasure. Keeping one hand on the bookcase for balance, she diddled her clit with other. She changed the swivel of her hips, moving in a figure-eight pattern.

Enjoying the gyration, I hissed with delight. I reached beneath her sweater and gently tugged on her nipples. When I couldn't stand her teasing torment anymore, I slapped her ass and demanded. "Fuck me, Babe. Fuck me."

"Ouch!" she protested, but she did pick up her pace. Her fingers strummed her clit like it was a banjo. Seating herself fully on my cock, she climaxed and her cunt convulsed around my cock pleasantly. She shushed like a muted steam engine.

I fought back my own urge to cum as her cunt squeezed my cock like a velvet vice. Waiting until her orgasmic spasms subsided, I thrust my cock into her like a wild man. As I pounded her pussy, she leaned against the bookcase to maintain her balance. My cock began to twitch and throb. I buried my cock into her and shot a steady stream of cum into her, my cum bathing the walls of her hot pussy. My cock was still hard as it slipped from her pussy. I turned her around and kissed her lips. I stroked her hair and said, "Thanks Babe, I love you." 

Desiree smiled broadly and said, "That's good because I love you too."

A slamming door and a shouted curse cut short my reminiscences and brought me back to reality. The valentine was her first contact since my arrest and I was pleased. I had told her I was businessman. Which on certain level was true, except I knowingly bought stolen property and sold it for a sizeable profit on the legitimate market. Most folks would call me a fence, but I thought of myself more as a wheelin' and dealin' entrepreneur. I had practically invented E-fencing. For example, I bought tools stolen from a worksite and then list them on the Internet classifieds. I saw myself as pure capitalist, buying low and selling much higher.

I felt a certain sadness as I looked at the red envelop lying on my bunk. My greed had gotten the better of me. Right before Christmas, a part-time thief I knew stumbled upon a delivery truck full of automobile tires. I usually didn't handle automotive items and never attention-grabbing large hauls. But, the thief was willing to settle for ten cents on the dollar and I had a contact with the mob that would give me 50 cents on the dollar. I stood to make a lot of money, but before I could get rid of the merchandise I got arrested.

Clutching my stomach as a pain of regret shot through it, I choked down the bitter taste of remorse. I had no doubt I would be found guilty. Since this was my Third Strike, the prosecutor wasn't even offering me a deal. Once convicted as career criminal, I would have to serve 20 years before I would be eligible for parole. I sighed. I would be in my fifties.

I caught my first case when I was 19 years old. I was convicted of felony shoplifting and spent a year in county jail. I tried to go legit, but the best job I could find was flipping burgers at a fast food joint. In a week's time I was stealing frozen patties and selling them in the neighborhood. I quit and became a full time thief. The second case I caught was for larceny. I had broken-in to a residence whose owners were on vacation, but before I could fence the merchandise I was busted with it. At age 25, I was sent to the state pen for three years. It was there that I met my mentor, who taught me the ends and outs of being a fence. Since my release five years ago, I had made a lot of money fencing stolen goods. 

My cellmate, a black gang-banger with the street name T-Hoody, stuck his head in the cell and said, "Hey Rodney, time to push the broom." 

"Be right with you," I replied, stuffing the red envelop into my pocket. I followed T-Hoody to the cell-block door, which was opened by a bored corrections office.

It was our job to clean the jail's booking and processing areas. We started in the bathroom. While T-Hoody mopped the showers, I swept the toilet area and cleaned the sinks. I studied myself in the mirror for a moment. I was thirty-three and fit, with blonde hair and blue years. I looked like a surfer and if I had lived on the West Coast, I probably would have been one. I frowned at my image. There was just no positive outcome for my situation. I dumped the trash into a black plastic bag.

Taking the bag and my broom, I moved out to the booking area as T-Hoody finished mopping the bathroom. A radio was playing from one of the offices and I heard a familiar tune. It was the song that had been playing at the Kitty Kat Klub, the first time I saw Desiree.

I was at the strip club trying to sell the owner a pair of hot audio speakers. Dance music began to blare with noticeable back-feed. I started to use the squawk as a selling point when the DJ announced, "Gentlemen, give it up for Desiree."

Unlike most strippers, Desiree just didn't bump and grind half-heartily to the music, she put on a show. She showed off her athletic ability by gliding on to the stage wearing a bikini and roller skates. Skating around the pole to pick up speed, she hooked the pole behind her knee and spun dizzily around it. She landed at the base of the pole on knees, smiling. Now, she had my full attention, I had never seen a stripper on roller skates.

Her skin was the color of creamed coffee and contrasted with the white tank top that covered, but didn't conceal her grapefruit-sized breasts. Its thin fabric did nothing to hide her darker areolas and her hard nipples tenting the material of her shirt. In green letters across the bosom of the shirt were the words, "Roller Bunny." 

A tiny green and white stripped bikini was held to her hips by stings that strained to stay tied as Desiree transitioned into the fluid motion of a static walk. Sexy green knee socks and white roller skates completed her ensemble. She pushed away from the pole and skated backwards to the mirrored back-wall of the stage. Pressing her shoulder blades against the mirrored wall, she thrust her pelvis in and out like a rolling wave. Her cunt was clearly defined in a teasing camel toe. Spinning, she turned her back to the crowd so we could ogle her ass. The green and white fabric of her bikini had crept into the crack of her butt as she rhythmically popped her hip and I smiled as my cock grew hard.

The music enveloped her as she skate-danced her routine spinning, pivoting and crossing over into the New York Shuffle. Suddenly, she pulled her shirt up over her head and off. As the music came to an end she tossed her shirt into the crowd and I caught it. A bemused smile graced Desiree's face as dollar bills sailed onto the stage. She laughed as I practically came to blows with a dude, who tried to snatch the garment from my hands. 

Snarling at my adversary, I secured it. Then brought it up to my face and deeply inhaled the fragrance of her perfume. My hard cock seemed to throb in time to the pulse of music as I watched Desiree perform. There was no doubt that she had a great body, but great bodies are a dime a dozen. Those that possess a huge dose of sex appeal are few and far between and that's what Desiree had. As great as her body was, it was her deep provocative green-eyed gaze that moved me. It seemed to transcend space and time, like she was looking right into my soul. I was definitely in love with her. 

A new song started and Desiree gave herself completely to the music. Her hands pressed against her bare breasts, squeezing them as she moved with sideways steps. She crossed her skates and moonwalked, sticking her thumb into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked her thumb, I groaned wishing it were my cock. She removed her thumb from her mouth and circled the wet appendage around the dusky areola, covering her hard nipple with saliva. If that wasn't arousing enough she pinched her nipple between her wet thumb and forefinger. She squealed with delight.

I was mesmerized as she leisurely skated to the pole and put her back to it. Bewitchingly, her gaze fell on me and her green eyes held mine as she coyly pulled the strings to her bikini. It clung provocatively to her wet cunt for a moment before she yanked it from her body. My heart raced with sexual excitement. I watched as she slowly slid down into a squat and just as her butt touched the heels of her skates, she parted her thighs giving everyone a gleeful glance at her hairless gash. 

My mouth watered at the succulent sight, her pussy splayed wide like a blooming rose. The noise of the crowd was drowned out by the blood pounding in my ears. I grew aware that her eyes were locked on mine in a seductive stare. An emotional bound was created in that moment, though the club was crowded and loud, it was like she was displaying herself only to me. Sighing, I closed my eyes as a spurt cum issued from my cock into my trousers.

I made the sale and the bouncer helped me unload the speakers after the club closed. I stalled long enough not to seem like a stalker and caught Desiree coming out of the dressing room. I introduced myself, "My name's Rodney. I caught your Roller Bunny act. Would you like to get some breakfast?"

"It's against the club rules to date patrons," she replied rather standoffish. Her green glimmered as she scrutinized me.

Shooting my best used-car salesman grin, I said, "You're in luck I'm not a patron of the club. I'm a vendor. I just sold the club some bitchin' new speakers. So the next time you roller-boogie you won't be distracted by that hideous back-feed."

"That would be awesome," said Desiree with giggle. She gave me a skeptical once over then said, "Just breakfast and I'll meet you at the restaurant. Donnie's Diner on 7th street is open."

Nodding, I said, "Fine with me."

Later at the diner, while we were making getting-to-know-you small talk, the waitress brought our food. It was awful. I beckoned the waitress back and asked her, "How can anyone fuck up scrambled eggs?"

She apologized and explained the new late-night cook was an ex-con straight of the joint. She said the boss was about ready to fire him because he either burnt the food or undercooked it.

Thankfully, the only customers in the diner were me, Desiree and half-a-dozen strippers from the club. With a heavy sigh, I excused myself and went into the kitchen. The cook was an ex-felon named Martinez, a.k.a Martini, who was on parole and just one failure away from re-offending.

"Okay, Martini pay attention," I said, grabbing an apron and putting it on. I cooked breakfast for the strippers and showed the ex-con how to cook the breakfast dishes on the menu. I had worked in the dining hall when I was in the state pen. I caught Desiree, watching me with an approving eye and a soft expression.

After walking Desiree to her car in the diner's parking lot, I said, "Sorry about that, but I thought I could help the dude out. Ex-cons don't get many chances..."

"You're a nice man," she interrupted. Then she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and had a dreamy intensity. Invading my mouth with her tongue, she let me know how much she hungered for me.

I returned her kiss with abandon. My head grew light as blood rushed to my cock. I was shaken by my own passionate response to her kiss.

Desiree broke the kiss and looked at me with lust-filled eyes. With a coy expression she demanded, "Get in the backseat."

As soon as the door slammed shut Desiree kissed me. Her tongue once again probed my mouth and wrestled with mine. She pulled off her top giving me access to her bodacious breasts.

I wasted no time and mauled her perky boobs, gently pinching and twisting my nipples until she squealed with unmitigated delight. Sucking on one breast and then the other, I looked up from her bosom and into her eyes. Excitedly I whispered, "Let me take you home."

"Why wait? I want to fuck you right here, right now," she replied with a raspy voice.

"Here in the parking lot?"

Desiree didn't answer. She simply unzipped my trousers, allowing my hard cock to leap out. Jerking my cock a couple of times, she smeared my pre-cum up and down my shaft. She scooted into my lap with her back to my belly. Slipping her finger into the leg hole of her thong, she pulled it aside and daintily lowered herself onto my hard cock. She cooed as her wetness engulfed my hardness. Once she was fully seated on my cock, she leaned her back against my chest and pulled my face towards hers for a kiss. With a pleasurable purr, she contracted her pussy around my cock. Slowly, she slid up my shaft until my cock practically popped out of her. She slid rapidly back down my shaft until her butt was resting on my balls.

I reached around Desiree and tugged on her hard nipples until she squalled with pleasure. Gripping her hips with both hands, I encouraged her to increase her up and down pace. I growled, "Desire, your pussy, your pussy feels good, so good."

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw an expression of pure ecstasy on my face. It must of inspired her because she placed her hands flat on the car's ceiling for support and increased her tempo, pulling and pushing herself rapidly up and down on my cock. Her big breasts swayed to and fro with her bouncing. She murmured, "Lover your cock feels good, so good."




Jail Break



My lust was fired by her words and pulled her down on cock balls deep. Spurts of cum blasted from my cock like they were shot from a cannon, coating the wet velveteen walls of her cunt. A roar of release erupted from my throat as white and red lights exploded behind my closed eyes. 

Desiree desperately diddled her clit. Her whole body trembled as she joined me in blissful climax. Her orgasm sped from her cunt to the pleasure centers of her core. Throwing back her head, she howled, "Cumming!"

Leaning back against me, Desiree rested her head on my shoulder as we swiftly came down from the climatic cosmos. She kissed me before I lifted her off of my lap. Her thong slipped back into place preventing my cum from escaping her pussy as I redid my trousers.

After we recovered from our orgasms, I jumped out of her car and into my van. I followed her home and we spent the next two days in her bed fucking like rabid rabbits. 

"Hey jailbird, quit daydreaming and get this place cleaned up," snarled a corrections office.

Blinking back to reality, I replied with a sad monotone, "Yes sir."

With heaviness in my heart, I pushed the broom across the floor with stooped shoulders. I swept the dirt into a dust pan and dumped it the trash. While T-Hoody mopped the booking area, I picked up two full garbage bags and headed to the heavy steel door and waited to be escorted out to the fenced parking lot to the dumpster. I called over to the officers, "Trash dump, sir."

Nodding, an overweight officer waddled to the door and unlocked it. He followed me down the short hallway to the exit door. After unlocking that door, he held it open for me then followed me to the dumpster. 

I sat one of the bags down and flipped the lid open. Swinging the bag in my hand, I used the momentum to clear the dumpster's side and pitched the bag into the dumpster. It landed in the with a mushy smack. 

The officer stopped me before I could toss the next bag. He growled, "What's in your pocket?"

"Valentine card from my girlfriend," I replied, digging it out and handing to the officer.

He read it with a sneer, then brought up to his nose and sniffed it. Smirking at me, he asked, "Does her pussy smell this good?"

Without thinking, I swung the bag of trash and hit him in the face with it. The blow knocked him half-way into the dumpster. I grabbed the stunned guard's legs and pushed him the rest of the way into it. Then I tossed the garbage bag on top of him and slammed the lid down.

I scooped up my valentine and sprinted across the parking lot. Using a car parked next to the fence as scaffolding I cleared the razor-wire on top of the fence. The guard popped the dumpster lid open like a garbage covered jack-in-box, blowing his whistle. I ran down the street like my hair was on fire and my ass was catching. 

Cutting down an alley, I could hear sirens from the jail announcing my escape. I crossed two more streets and ran into the parking lot of an office building. Crouching down between the parked cars, I quickly searched the cars for an unlocked door. A police car pulled into the parking lot and I crawled under an SUV to hide. The squad car made a pass down each aisle of the parking lot while I held my breath in my hiding place. The cops moved on and I dropped my head on my arm to catch my breath and compose myself. 

As I rolled out from under the vehicle, I spotted a magnetic key holder resting on the inside of the rear bumper. Smiling at my good fortune, I snatched the key and unlocked the SUV. A quick search of the car yielded a black windbreaker. It was too small to snap shut around my torso, but it would at least cover the top half of my orange jailhouse jumpsuit. I started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Two police cars hurriedly passed me in the oncoming lane, but didn't pay any attention to me. As I got further from the jail, I grew more relaxed. I headed to the only place on the planet I wanted to be, Desiree's apartment. I parked the stolen SUV in the parking lot of grocery store a block away from her place. Unhurriedly, I strolled down the alley behind the apartment complex trying not to call attention to myself. 

Cautiously, I surveyed the area the apartment complex. I felt relieved no one was around. I hurried to Desiree's apartment. Quickly, I found the potted plant where she hid her spare key and let myself inside. Calling out for her, I knew she was still in class when the only response was an echo. I sighed relieved.

Shucking out of my jailhouse garb, I jumped into the shower and scrubbed two months of confinement off of me. After my shower and after a bit of searching, I found the clothes I had left at Desiree's apartment in a sack in the back of the bedroom closet. I ran a hot iron over the outfit, a gray pair of trousers and a white shirt. Now that I had showered and was decently dressed, I felt human again.

Noting the time, I went to kitchen to make dinner for Desiree, she would be home soon. I found some fresh strawberries and a couple of chocolate bars in the fridge, along with a couple of bottles of red wine and a hunk of cheese. Searching the cabinets, I found some cans of tuna and a package of noodles. Checking the freezer, I found a bag of frozen peas and carrots. I shrugged with a grin, at least Desiree had enough makings for Tuna Casserole. With a sigh I said to myself, "Not very romantic, but whatcha gonna do? Take her to Rustler's Steakhouse?"

I melted the chocolate bars in sauce pan and cut the green tops of the strawberries. Once the chocolate was melted, I dipped the strawberries in it then put them back in the fridge to cool. I boiled a pot of water and put the bag of noodles into it. After opening the cans of tuna, I drained them then dumped them into a bowl, along with some grated cheese and the frozen peas and carrots. Frowning, I dumped a can of cream of celery soup into the mix. I knew cream of mushroom would have been better. When the noodles were done, I added them to the bowl. Once everything was thoroughly mixed, I put it all in a baking dish and placed it in the oven.

Glancing at the clock, I smiled and poured a glass of red wine. I took the chocolate-covered strawberries out of the fridge when I heard Desiree's key in the lock of the door. The door burst open and two people burst into the apartment.

Desiree was lip-locked with a blonde, who had stumbled into the door after her. Without breaking their passionate kiss, Desiree pushed the leather jacket off the blonde. It hit the foyer floor with a pop, while I stood speechless with the plate of chocolate strawberries in one and wine glass in the other. 

The blonde finally broke the kiss and grabbed the hem of Desiree's sweater dress, pulling it over her head. Leaving her in nothing but pink panties and matching bra. The dress joined the jacket on the floor. The blonde huskily said, "I want to fuck you so bad."

"I've thought of nothing else all day. I could hardly concentrate in class," Desiree responded then ripped open the blonde's flannel shirt. Buttons flew, then rattled and rolled on the floor. She pulled the blonde back into another passionate kiss and moaned with delight as the blonde returned the kiss with an aggressive tongue thrust.

The blonde searched for Desiree's bra clasp in the midst of the kiss. After finding it, the blonde unhooked and let it fall to the floor. The blonde squeezed and fondled Desiree's large breasts like they were ripe fruit, caressing the firm flesh and teasing the nibbles to a pleasurable hardness.

Desiree pulled back gasping for breath. Her green eyes flaring with lust, she bent her head and sucked the blonde's nipple while squeezing the other breast.

"That's it Desiree, that feels so good," murmured the blonde.

My forehead crinkled with puzzlement. It dawned on me that the blonde had breasts, small breasts, but breasts none the less. The blonde was chick not a dude. I was looking at a female version of me. I gasped and dropped the plate of strawberries.

The girls broke their kiss as the sound of the crashing plate reverberated off the apartment's walls. The blonde step protectively in front of Desiree and demanded, "Who are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?" I growled back advancing upon the pair.

Recognizing me, Desiree stepped from behind the blonde and asked, "Rodney, what are you doing here?" 

"I wanted to see you," I stammered as if I were drowning in the deep green pools of her gaze.

"You broke out of jail to see me?"

"I missed you. After I got your Valentine card I just had to see you."

Desiree looked at the blonde and the blonde looked at her. With tears in her eyes, Desiree said, "You touched my heart in a thousand places, but when you were arrested you broke it into a million pieces. I kind of gave up on guys, this is Millie. I'm with her now."

It finally dawned on me that Millie was the bartender at the Kit Kat Klub where Desiree danced part-time. She was about thirty with blonde hair cut as short as a guy's. Her small breasts were barely concealed by her open flannel shirt and her painter jeans hid the subtle curve of her hip. She gave me the once over, then looked at Desiree's weeping figure, then back at me. She said, "You broke out of jail to see Desiree?"

"Yeah, I cooked her supper, too, Tuna Casserole. It's not very romantic, but it was the best I could do with what was in the cupboard."

Millie chuckled and said, "No, it's not very romantic. It's real romantic. You broke out fucking jail to see Desiree. Won't the cops come here looking for you?"

"Eventually, but Desiree is not on the list of my known associates, so it'll take them awhile to figure it out."

"So you break jail and in the middle of a manhunt, you take time to cook her dinner?"

"It is Valentine's Day, you know," I replied.

"Dude, that's very romantic," she said. Taking Desiree by the hand, she led her to me. Standing in front of me and next to Desiree, she waited as Desiree kissed me passionately, then she said, "He broke out of jail for you, Desiree. You have to fuck him cross-eyed. In fact, that's so romantic I think I'll fuck him too."

As Desiree broke her embrace of me, Millie pulled me into one and kissed me with a sexual hunger. Her tongue chased down mine, then wrestled with it. She pushed me back and looked at me with glazed lustful eyes. Taking my hand, she led me down the hall by the hand. 

Desiree followed, giggling, "Rodney, we are going to fuck you silly."

Once we were in the bedroom the girls quickly stripped me, then themselves. We all fell onto the bed in a heap of lust-fired flesh. I was pushed onto my back while Millie leaned over me and kissed Desiree. My cock grew hard again as I watched their hot-blooded smooch. I knew Desiree was a great kisser having experienced her enthusiasm many times, Millie sighed as those delicious lips met hers. Desiree parted her lips and Millie accepted the invitation and slipped her tongue into Desiree's mouth. I observed Millie twirling her tongue around Desiree's soft feminine mouth. Then Desiree's tongue emerged to meet Millie's tongue. 

Millie's breasts were milky white and perky, but much smaller than Desiree's. She had firm tiny nipples like little pink buds. She let out an audible groan as I gently pinched them. While Desiree moaned as I squeezed her larger breasts, scissoring her hard nipples between my fingers.

Eventually, Millie broke the kiss and the two of them gazed into each other's eyes, panting. She suggested, "Let's both suck his cock."

Each of them gave me a quick peck on the lips before moving into their new positions. Desiree crawled down my prone body. She lovingly looked me in the eyes then she licked the whole length of my cock, dragging her wet tongue all the way from the base to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, then started to slowly lick down from the head to my balls.

As she did this, Millie leaned forward and touched her tongue along other side of my cock. Desiree licked her way down toward my balls, while Millie worked her way up to my cockhead. Then they would switch directions, kissing each other with my cock between their lips, when they met in the middle.

I threw my head back and groaned, my hands digging into the sheet. Looking down again, I saw a sight straight from every man's fantasy, two naked women, running their mouths up and down the length of my cock. 

After several passes, Millie licked her way up to the head of my cock and lowered her mouth over my shaft. Desiree moved down and took my balls into her mouth. Millie's blonde head bobbed slowly up and down on my cock taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. At the same time Desiree's tongue lapped at my balls, licking all around them. It was the most incredible feeling that I had ever felt. 

My hips started to thrust into Millie's warm wet mouth, pushing my cock deeper. I felt my balls start to tighten. I groaned, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

Millie spat out my cock with so much force it slapped my belly with an audible smack, I lost the need to ejaculate and almost my erection. Swinging her leg over my middle, she straddled me and said to Desiree, "I want to fuck him first it's been years since I've had a cock inside me."

"Go for it," replied Desiree then she kissed her girlfriend. Her tongue penetrating Millie's mouth, their tongues entwined with passion. 

I groaned as Millie's wet hot cunt completely engulfed my battered, but still hard cock. I moaned in ecstasy as her Kegel muscles contracted around my cock in a wet silky embrace. Realizing that she wasn't going to ride my cock, but simply sit on it and milk it with her cunt muscles, I gasped, "Oh, my."

"Doesn't she have the greatest pussy?" asked Desiree smiling down at me as she maneuvered to straddle my face while facing Millie. Who immediately begun to squeeze and caress Desiree's breasts while continuing to milk my cock.

"Pussy...wonder...full," I wheezed as Millie contracted her cunt, making me stutter. 

Smiling between her thighs, Desiree said, "I knew you'd like it." Then she lowered herself onto my face. Her dark complexion made her pouting pussy lips appear that much pinker.

I inhaled the pleasant aroma of her excitement then lifted my chin towards her pussy. My tongue lapped at her labia as it to announce its arrival to her cunt. I inched my tongue into the interior of her wet pussy and got a taste of her nectar, stimulating my lustful thirst. Pushing my tongue towards her clit, I flattened my tongue and applied pressure to it then circled it with my tongue tip. I pursed my lips around her clit and sucked.

Desiree rolled her hips, grinding her pussy into my face. She panted, "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

Sucking hard on her clit, I jammed my thumb up her saturated butthole. I could hear Desiree's wail of orgasmic release though it was partially muffled by her thighs slapping my ears. The feel of her convulsing cunt around my mouth was one of pure pleasure.

Once Desiree recovered from her climax she leaned over and broached Millie's pussy with her tongue. She ran it up and down the layers of Millie's pussy flesh. When Millie's clit peeked from its hood, Desiree darted her tongue against it and Millie babbled unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. Desiree used her tongue like a probe. Locating Millie's love button Desiree pressed her tongue into the hood.

Millie encouraged Desiree, "That...that's...it...that's it."

Satisfied that her girlfriend was indeed on the verge of climax, Desiree lightly bit her clit. Millie cried out with orgasmic delight as cunt wetly convulsed around my cock.

With surprised pain, I spoke through clinched teeth, "She's snapping my cock in two."

Desiree pushed her friend off my cock and she collapsed over onto her back. She pushed Millie's legs open and began a full scale tongue attack on her cunt. Her tongue twirled around her girlfriend's anus before darting into the drenched interior of her butthole.

It was my turn to get at Desiree's sweet pussy. I crawled behind her upturned rear-end. Normally, I would ease my thick cock inside her, but honestly, there was no need, as her pussy was as slippery as an eel. I buried myself to the hilt inside her pussy. The wet walls of my girlfriend's cunt clutched my cock, it felt so good I thought I might pass out. It felt like my cock was wrapped in warm, wet velvet. I curled my toes to keep from climaxing. I gripped her hips and thrust into with abandon as she continued to orally pleasure Millie.

Looking over her shoulder at me, Desiree said, "Fuck me good, Lover."

Frantically, I plunged my cock into her hot box like a lunatic. I set a fantastic pace, pounding her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. As I hammered my cock into Desiree, I watched as she adjusted to my rhythm and began licking Millie's pussy in time to the rocking motion created by my thrusts.

Desiree licked Millie's sex from her asshole to her clitoris. With each pass of Desiree's tongue, Millie tried to push Desiree's face deeper into the folds of her cunt. 

I thrust my cock faster and faster, enjoying the feel of the wet velveteen depths of her pussy. My balls tightened and I sank my cock fully into Desiree's snatch. I could feel the blood pound in my ears along with Millie's cries of pleasure. Cum spewed from my cock like unmanned fire hose. White light burst behind my shut eyes. I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. I bellowed with release, "I'm cum-cum-cumming!"

Feeling my cum coating her cunt, Desiree cried, "Fill my pussy, Lover."

My cock softened and slipped from Desiree's pussy. I fell off on to my back and watched as Desiree gave Millie her full attention. 

Desiree exposed Millie's clit and forcefully flicked her tongue against it as Millie moaned and thrashed about like she was possessed. She pursed her lips and sucked on Millie's clit, who lifted her butt off the mattress and wildly bucked her pelvis. Suddenly, Desiree softly bit Millie's clit and savagely shoved two of saturated fingers up Millie's ass.

"Cum, pussy cum," Mille cried out she clutched the sheets as hard as she could she rocketed to a cosmic orgasm. When her orgasm was spent she collapsed on the bed panting. After a moment of silence she said, "No one eats my pussy as good as you do, Desiree."

We basked in each other's arms in the afterglow of our sex. From the kitchen I heard the timer on the stove go off. The Tuna Casserole was ready, so I jumped into my trousers and went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later Millie, wearing just her flannel shirt, joined me. She said, "Desiree's in the shower. Dude, you made this the best Valentine's Day ever for us."

"It wasn't so bad for me either," I replied with a grin. Then more serious I added, "I really do love Desiree. I'm glad you've been here for her."

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the apartment's door. Followed by a shout, "Open up, police!"

I sighed and went into the living room trailed by Millie. I said, "That will be my ride. Take care of Desiree for me. I'm going to prison for a long time."

"If you love something, let it go?" asked Millie as she moved to the door.

Kneeling in the middle of the floor, I put my hands on top of my head. I nodded for Millie to open the door. I said, "Yeah, something like that."

Millie opened the door and the police swarmed into the apartment.



Jail Break



Matt jumped at the sound of his voice and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. If he kept having more thoughts like that, he'd have to spend the whole weekend in the shower. He looked up just in time to find Crystal and Derik running off to a secluded part of the field. "Well, I guess they got a room."

Trixi laughed and nodded. "I saw this coming. They've liked each other for years but never did anything until now. This is making up for lost time; so don't be surprised if we don't see them at all unless they're eating."

Judd was tuning everyone out while looking up at the sky. Dark clouds had rolled in and looked ready to downpour in about thirty seconds. "Since the weather is normal Washington crap right now, who wants to go inside and watch a movie?"

Hands flew up causing Judd to grin. "Alright, I have the perfect one in mind."

They all joined in the movie room and spread themselves out on the floor and chairs. Actually, everyone seemed to choose the comfy chairs leaving the couch for just Matt and Trixi. Matt felt a little awkward but just decided to focus on the movie. "Hey Judd, what did you put in?"

He flicked off the lights. "You'll see."

When the credits for a bunch of scary movies came on, no one thought anything of it. But when Nightmare on Elm Street started playing, everyone gasped with mixed emotions. Matt grinned over at Judd, remembering how their friendship had started by seeing that movie in theaters. During the beginning, it was fine, earning a scream or two from the girls. But when the really scary moments popped up, Trixi began screaming and hiding her face in a pillow, shocking the hell out of Matt. 'Oh, so she does have a weakness...' he thought. Going for the only chance he might have this weekend, he scooted himself over and looked at her. "You alright?"

Trixi, being her normal stubborn self, tried to say she was fine but screamed again and began trembling. Matt nervously put his arm around her, rubbing her shoulders. "It's ok..." he whispered. "It's just a movie."

Trixi gave up and buried her face into his shoulder, letting him comfort her. Matt smiled down at the girl in his arms, not happy that she was scared but feeling like the greatest guy in the world to be holding her. She fit so perfectly there that he never wanted to let her go. For the rest of the movie Trixi would try watching it but mostly clung to Matt. He had long lost interest in the movie, finding Trixi much more appealing to watch. After what felt like only five more minutes, Judd flicked the light back on making everyone groan and shield their eyes. "So, how was it?"

The guys said it was awesome and the girls said they'd rather watch something else. Trixi said nothing but smiled up at Matt, mouthing a thank you. He nodded then reluctantly let her go so she could stretch her legs. Seeing that the sun had come out, the group filed out of the room to go soak it up, while Judd muttered something about going to go find Derik for dinner duty. Trixi hung back while looking at Matt. "I'm sorry about what I did...I'm not a girly girl by any means but I've always hated scary movies...it's embarrassing but thanks for being so kind about it."

Matt smiled and took Trixi's hand. "Trixi, you don't have to be embarrassed about anything. Scary movies aren't for anyone and I'm always here for you. Remember that."

She nodded and for a moment, Matt felt the urge to kiss her. They were alone in the room and the time felt right. But just as he was working up the courage, Trixi pulled away. "I'm going to go soak up some sun but thanks again Matt. You're the best."

As he watched her hop out the door, he silently cursed but tried not to beat himself up. He realized that after today, he had to pursue her. Or at least try. Joining everyone else outside, he saw that Derik had indeed begun cooking dinner. From the looks of his hair, Crystal hadn't let him go for a while. 'Lucky bastard...' he thought. Even Judd looked happy. Matt walked over his way. "What's up with the grin?"

"I just got off the phone with Shana and learned that she misses me. It feels great knowing I have such a strong impact on her."

"Well yeah you're her boyfriend. Don't go getting all cocky now though. You miss her as much as she misses you."

"Duh! I haven't gotten any since before we left Friday."

"Is that all you think about!?"

"I'm eighteen, and I'm male. I'm allowed to have my head in the gutter."

Matt sighed and gave up. At times like these, he wondered why they were even friends. Before he could ponder anymore, Derik rounded everyone up for a dinner of grilled chicken and corn on the cob. The group began eating, scattered conversations occurring between people. Matt plucked up the courage to talk with Trixi. "So it doesn't make you jealous seeing Derik and Crystal together all the time?"

"Well, it did at first but now I feel happy for them. They're a good couple and I should have expected all the sneaking off. Why do you ask? Jealous yourself?"

Matt gulped but tried to play it cool. "Me? Jealous? No. I was just asking because you've known them longer than I have...so no after dinner entertainment?"

She giggled and shook her head. "Sorry but no. Even though you enjoyed it so much, I only brought one routine. I actually think people are heading to bed now they must be tired. I might head up too cause I have nothing else to do."

Matt desperately wanted to keep her down with him, to say something to keep the conversation going. But, he had nothing. "I'll go up to."

After the group cleaned up, they said their good-nights and headed off to the cabin. A few hours later, Matt checked his watch for the billionth time to find that it was midnight. Even though he had done a lot today, he couldn't sleep. He figured Trixi was the reason. The cold showers and eventually long showers didn't quell the urge he had for her. It was as if she had cast a spell over him. Matt sighed and gave up. He climbed out of bed, got dressed, and exited the cabin intending for a late night walk to clear his mind. What would happen though was a memory he would never forget. Sitting in the middle of the field was a figure. As he approached, he recognized Trixi. 'This is it...' Matt thought. 'I have to talk to her.' He walked up to her and as he sat down, she turned around giving him a smile. The bright moonlight illuminated her already glowing face. "Matt, what are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep. You have the same problem?"

She shrugged and looked up at the night sky. "What can I say? I'm a perpetual night owl."

Comfortable silence fell upon them until a sudden downpour began to soak them. They looked at each other before taking off towards the gazebo for shelter. However, due to the wet ground, Trixi tripped and let out a shriek of pain. Matt stopped, ran back over to her, and found her clutching her ankle. "I think I broke it."

Without saying a word, he picked her up, carried her to the gazebo, and laid her down on one of the benches. He carefully laid her ankle on his lap while he examined it. "It's not broken just bruised. You should rest it a while. Does it hurt?"

"A little but I'll survive. I guess it's handy to befriend a doctor."

Trixi sat up to look Matt in the eye and was rooted to the spot. They gazed into each other's eyes while a magnetic force pulled them closer until they were kissing. Matt's heart began pounding as his resistance began to falter. He pulled her closer while kissing her harder. She sighed into the kiss before pulling away for air. "Wow, you've definitely done that before."

Matt chuckled while holding her. "So have you...may I kiss you again?"

"You don't have to ask..."

That comment caused Matt to slam his lips onto hers. Trixi seemed to come alive as well because she pushed him up against the side of the bench, slid into his lap, and began swirling her tongue in his mouth. Matt groaned and ran his fingers through her hair. Trixi pulled away to lick on Matt's neck before suckling on his collar bone. He groaned louder and twitched for it was a weak spot. Her voice was quiet when she spoke. "Matt, I think we both know what's going to happen tonight. And if you're up for it so am I."

The look in her eyes was so seductive and the movement of her grinding against his lap was driving him up the wall but something was holding him back. He was going to have to be honest. Holding her still for a moment, he looked down. "Trixi, I want you. So damn bad it hurts but...I'm a virgin...and I know you're used to more...experienced guys."

"That's what you're scared of? Oh Matt..."

She leaned in giving him a long, slow, teasing kiss before pulling away and looking straight into his eyes. "It's ok. In fact, I haven't been in control for a while so it would be fun...Besides, I feel a really strong connection to you...if you want, I can teach you....honestly all you have to do is lay back, relax, and let instinct take over."

Matt nodded. "If you're sure...but what about protection?"

She smirked. "I'm on the Pill."

At this moment, Matt felt like the luckiest guy alive. Just looking at her was giving him the biggest hard on. A skin tight, white button up shirt that was soaked. Underneath was a lacy, barely supportive lacy black bra. "Are you going to strip?"

Trixi replied in her best sexy/innocent voice. "Why should I have to do all the work?"

Matt gulped before reaching out to slowly unbutton the shirt. Trixi sighed from the feeling of his hands as the shirt fluttered to the floor. Not being able to wait, Matt took off her bra, running his palms over her diamond tight nipples. Trixi moaned and arched her back. Matt grinned and slowly became more comfortable. "That feel good?"

"Yes...more...I need more."

He rolled the tits in his hands some more before deciding to have a taste. Flicking his tongue across the sensitive area caused an even louder moan while she squirmed against his lap. Matt felt like he was on top of the world, seeing her go crazy. His own body was demanding release but she deserved to feel good first. However, she was making this difficult by the never ending grinding. He groaned and grinded back causing her to almost scream. "Matt, I don't know what you're doing to me but don't stop. I've never been this horny."

Matt closed his eyes as the sensations built. "Neither have I..."

They returned to each other's lips, kissing with such intensity they both moaned. In the process of holding her closer, Matt's finger pressed down hard on a certain spot of Trixi's back. She deeply arched and screamed loudly. Matt froze. "Did I hurt you?" 

Trixi's breathing was ragged and her eyes her dark. "No...on every girl, there's a pressure point on their back...hit it just right, and they're yours. You're the first guy to ever find it so please, fuck me. I need it."

The urgency in her voice caused his arousal to increase. With shaky hands, he removed his jeans and boxers. Trixi slipped off her panties and immediately jumped into his lap again. "You don't mind if I'm top do you?"

Matt shook his head not being able to speak. She slid her soaked vagina over his throbbing erection causing a loud moan of pleasure to rise from her throat. Trixi was right, instinct did take over. Matt grunted and began pumping himself hard within her, causing her to ride even faster while moaning louder. "Oh God, yes! Don't stop."

He had no intention of ever stopping. The feeling of Trixi bouncing up and down, the sight of her chest heaving, the sounds coming from her red mouth, it was pushing him over the edge. He grinded with all he had, rubbing the spot even more causing her to tremble while riding him. "Oooooh! Yes!"

She leaned down and sucked his collar bone once more earning a deep groan from Matt while he plunged deeper, hitting all of Trixi's spots. After a little while, she was getting close. Her inner walls were clenching and her cries had gotten louder. Matt was finding it hard to hold back too. "Oh God Trixi...I'm going to cum!"

"Ah! Just let me have it. I'm cumming too!"

She screamed while releasing everything onto Matt. He groaned loudly, plunged deep into her one last time, then shot out his load. While recovering, they held each other panting. Trixi stared up at him with wide eyes. "That was your first time?"

"Was it bad?"

"Are you kidding me? You're the best lover I've ever had! Oh my gosh that felt so good...too good for words."

Matt grinned and kissed her forehead. "Well I had a good teacher. It's a good thing I didn't have a heart attack though. You should come with a warning."

Trixi didn't say anything for a moment before looking up to kiss him. Stopping just inches before his lips, she asked "too tired for round two?" 

Matt awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the sun blinding him in the eyes. He looked around, noticing that he was still in the gazebo, which made last night's memories come back to his mind. 'So it wasn't a dream...'he thought smiling. Sure enough, as he looked down, he saw Trixi fast asleep in his arms, still naked. Considering that Matt was still naked, it wouldn't take long to start something, but she looked tired and the rest of the group would be up soon. But just looking at her was addicting. Her silky hair was falling across Matt's chest, her skin glowing in the morning sun and her perky breasts rising and falling with each breath. Matt would rather chew off his arm than disturb her. However, Trixi had other ideas. Within a few minutes she blinked her eyes opened, stretched, and turned her head towards Matt's. She had a smile on her face when she said "good morning. What time is it?"

"About 6:30. The group's not usually up until eight so you can go up to the cabin if you want."

She snuggled deeper into Matt's arms and shook her head. "I'm far too comfortable to move...you're different than the other guys I've been with...none of them have ever stayed for the morning after..."

For a moment, Matt didn't know how to respond. He simply stroked her hair before replying "I'm not like most guys...besides, if I were to leave now, I'd have to explain why and I don't want to leave you...I don't know how you're feeling, Trixi, but that was not a one night stand to me...I hope things don't become awkward."

She sat up to look him in the eyes and grinned. "That's exactly how I feel...I used to be so independent but I want you in my life...what do you say? Could you handle being my boyfriend?"

Matt laughed and hugged Trixi closer. "It might kill me one day but I'll give it a shot. I really like you Trixi."

She grinned wider and gave him a loving kiss. One that prompted Matt's body to awaken and respond. Trixi took it upon herself to bring attention to that fact. "Well it looks like someone's awake. What shall we do about that?"

Matt blushed from the seductive tone in Trixi's voice. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want...you're probably tired."

"On the contrary, there's something I want to try. Now normally I don't do this but you're special..."

Before Matt could ask what she was talking about, her mouth was wrapped around his thick erection, sliding her tongue up and down the sensitive base. Matt, never having experienced this before, shuddered from the onslaught of sensations and groaned from low in his throat. "Oh God Trixi...that feels so good..."

"I know. Just lay back and let my mouth work its magic."

For the next two or three minutes, she stuck to just licking, not satisfied until she had explored every inch of his length. When Matt was sure he was about to explode, she started sucking as hard as she could without warning. Pleasure coiled and swirled deep in Matt's stomach while his erection throbbed. Before long, Trixi's sucks got faster while Matt bucked his hips. Her tongue licked all over as fast as it could while her head bobbed up and down. Matt wanted to hold off his release as long as he could, not want this moment to end. But as Trixi's sucks got even harder, his erection begun throbbing, signaling that he was close. "Oooh...Trixi...I'm going to cum!"

Trixi stopped her movements long enough to say "it's ok, just let it happen. I want you to feel good" then began faster than ever. Matt grunted once more before shooting ropes of cum into her mouth. Without any difficulty, she swallowed all of it, wiped her mouth, and looked back up at him. "Was that satisfactory?"

Matt gave himself a minute to stop panting before replying. He felt completely spent but in an amazing way. "Oh my gosh...nothing compares to that except for last night...I've never felt anything like that before...Thank you Trixi."

She smiled back. "You're welcome but you're work isn't done yet. What time is it?"

"You should wear a watch and it is...seven."

"Perfect...tell me Matt, have you ever done oral to a girl?"

His eyes snapped open wide at the question. "Have I ever what?"

Trixi giggled. "Well I guess that answers my question and tells me that today is your lucky day."

Matt just stared back at his new girlfriend. She talked about sexual things so casually, as if forgetting that he's never done it before. But, as if reading his mind, kissed him before placing his hands on her body. "Just like last night, follow my lead...it isn't that hard as long as you know where to put your tongue."

"Alright..."

Matt kissed her long and slow before laying her down on the bench. Using his mouth, he trailed kisses and licks down her neck, making her shudder with pleasure. When he reached her nipples, he made circles with his tongue causing Trixi to moan loudly and arch her back. "Oooooh yeah...just like that."

He lingered at the nipples a little longer, until Trixi was trembling with pent up desire. He ran his tongue down to her dripping wet pussy. The smell was intoxicating so he decided to have a taste. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her slowly, dragging a long moan from her. Taking that as a good sign, Matt pushed his tongue in all the way, licking and suckling on her walls. Trixi moaned even louder while thrusting her hips up and down. Matt went as hard and fast as he could, to savor the taste and the sounds of her screaming. He kept this up until she was about to come. At that point, he slipped a finger in beside his tongue making Trixi scream and release immediately. Her body twitched for a minute before lying still to recover. Matt lapped up the sweet cum before grinning down at her. "That was fun."

"Well I'm glad you liked it because you are a freaking genius at that! Oh Matt...you are so good to my body."

He smiled before hugging her close to his body, content to just cuddle with her the rest of the day. But when 7:30 rolled around, Trixi untangled herself from his arms. "Sorry but I should go take a shower before everyone else gets up."

"Could I join you?"

Trixi giggled, pecked his lips, and grabbed her clothes. "I'd love that but we can't just fuck the whole weekend. Besides, our bodies need to recover."

Matt sighed sadly but agreed. "True...fine I suppose I'll take a separate shower. But I don't know how I'll keep my hands off you later."

One last kiss and the couple went their separate ways. About fifteen minutes later, they met back up at the bottom of the stairs. Matt noticed that the rest of the group was already up. "Trixi, are you ok with our friends knowing about us?"

She smiled and linked her hand with his. "Why wouldn't I be? Besides, I think everyone here was predicting it."

So hand in hand they walked into the eating area, much to the delight of their friends. Judd piped up "So the sleeping beauties have finally woken up. What took you so-" he cut off when he noticed the hand holding. "When did that happen?"

Matt just grinned while Trixi replied "This morning about 6:30."

The group wolf whistled and cheered, basically figuring out what had happened. The girls congratulated Trixi while the guys just told Matt he was a lucky bastard and that he better treat her right. It was a good ten minutes before the excitement died down enough to start breakfast. Matt asked Judd "Hey man what gives? Derik and Crystal hook up, nothing. We hook up, everyone goes nuts."




Jail Break



He laughed and slapped Matt on the shoulder. "That's because Derik and Crystal have been practically dating for months now. They just finally accepted it. You two...well, let's just say we're happy you got it through your thick skulls that it would work."

Matt chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Alright, whatever. I'll make breakfast."

After about an hour, the group dished up their breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Once Trixi had her plate, Matt immediately sat down next to her. She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I feel so happy right now. Thank you Matt."

"You don't have to thank me Trixi, I love being with you. When I first saw you on Friday, I thought you were way out of my league but when you became my girlfriend, I became the happiest guy on Earth."

"Awww Matt...you were never out of my league. If anything, you're the best thing that's happened to me. I'm going to just hate going home because I start work tomorrow."

"Ugh yeah I have to start job hunting too. Wait, didn't you say you were moving into your sister's house?"

"Yeah...why do you ask?"

"Cause according to Judd, she's always at his house so if you ever get lonely, just call me up."

Trixi laughed and shook her head. "Oh my gosh Matt. You were so scared last night and now all you want to do is hump me."

Matt grinned and continued eating. "Hey, it's your fault."

Once breakfast was done being consumed, everyone pitched in to clean and pack up. The guys tackled the heavy food and such while the girls cleaned up their bathroom. After everything was packed up they met back up in the field. Goodbyes were made between the guys and girls before piling into their cars. Judd let the girls drive off with Trixi before pulling out of the driveway. "Matt, please don't tell me you're going to stare out the window with that grin on your face the whole ride home."

Matt broke free from his trance at the sound of Judd's voice. "Sorry. I just can't believe I'm with her ya know? Trixi's perfect in every way and she chose me..."

"I know how you feel...Shana could have gotten any guy she wanted but I ended being her prince. Speaking of which I can't wait to see her. Waiting until tomorrow is going to be hell."

"Why can't you see her today?"

"She wants to catch up with Trixi and show her around Hooters. Can you believe they're both going to be working there?"

Matt laughed. "That place is never going to be dull."

Matt and Judd made idle talk for the rest of the thirty minute ride before stopping in front of Matt's house. Grabbing his bag, he thanked Judd then greeted his parents. They of course asked how the weekend was so he mentioned Trixi. After about a million questions, they seemed to think she was ok and wanted to meet her at some point. Matt took the opportunity to go to his room and unpack, all the while his mind racing with thoughts of Trixi. 

The next morning Trixi groaned and slammed her alarm clock off. It wasn't that early, only about ten, but being the night owl she was she hadn't gotten to bed until about three; partly because she was on the phone with Matt. Just thinking about him made her grin. But before she could fantasize anymore, Shana walked into her room. "Rise and shine sister dearest. Our shift starts in about two hours."

Trixi nodded then slipped on her uniform and applied her make up. Next was her hair before she descended the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. After the weekend of camping, she hated to eat cold cereal. Shana laughed over her bowl. "I know you're tired sis but the money will be worth it. Plus, you'll get used to it after a few days. I'm glad the uniform fits."

To be honest, the t-shirt was extremely tight but Trixi supposed that shouldn't be a surprise. She realized that Shana was still talking. "Guys will probably stare, especially since you're new and cute, but that's all they'll do. If they try anything, they're thrown out."

"That's good."

After a few minutes they left for work. Shana filled the silence with her voice. "So I hear you and Matt are a thing now. Congrats."

"Thanks sis. You don't find it weird that I'm dating your boyfriend's best friend?"

She laughed and flipped a lock of her auburn hair off her shoulder. If it weren't for the age difference, the two girls could be twins. "It's fine Trixi. Matt's a good guy and this'll make hanging out a lot easier."

For the next fifteen minutes they remained quiet and just listened to the radio. Upon arrival at Hooters, they found the restaurant in full swing so they quickly began taking orders. The guys were very observant of Trixi but once they learned she was Shana's sister, they backed off. It would be bad to piss off their best waitress. The time flew by and before she knew it, it was six o'clock and their shift was over. Walking out of the building, Shana and Trixi came face to face with Matt, standing next to his car. Trixi's face lit up as she threw her arms around him. "Matt! What are you doing here?"

He laughed, hugged her back, and replied "I wanted to surprise you. Hey Shana, you don't mind if I take your sister off your hands do you?"

She laughed. "Go for it, I was going to meet up with Judd anyway. Just don't get her pregnant."

She then walked back to her car leaving the couple alone. Trixi pushed Matt up against his car and passionately kissed him. Matt moaned and kissed back before gently pushing his girlfriend away. "Wow, I didn't know you'd be so eager. But we probably shouldn't do it in the Hooter's parking lot."

Trixi suckled Matt's ear, making him groan before whispering "then let's go somewhere where we can. I've been thinking about you all day..."

Something in Matt seemed to snap as they climbed into his car. He pushed down on the gas pedal and began driving like a man on a mission. "I was hoping to make this romantic but you're making my resistance completely fail me."

Trixi stroked his thigh causing the guy to shudder. "Just being with you makes me happy. So where are we going?"

"I was thinking your house because Judd will most likely have Shana all night and I still live with my parents."

"They don't care if you're with me all night? And trust me; we're going to need all night."

Lust was dripping off Trixi tongue and Matt was having trouble focusing on the road. "I'm eighteen; I don't have to go home."

She grinned and within minutes, they arrived at Shana's house. Trixi let them into the house, gave Matt a tour, and then entered her bedroom with him. Matt's eyes were dark when he looked over at her. "Come here..."

He hauled her body against his, kissing her as if the world was about to end. Trixi moaned and pressed herself closer, rubbing and squeezing his butt. Matt broke the kiss long enough to strip as fast as he could then looked up to a sight that caused his body to go into overdrive. Trixi was slowly stripping off her uniform and underneath was the sexiest lingerie Matt had ever seen. A strapless, crimson red bra that was covered in black lace and a matching thong. Matt couldn't wait to get it off of her. "You worked in that?"

"No, I changed after my shift hoping I'd see you...you like?"

"Like? Trixi, you are the sexiest woman on the planet. Now that I know what I'm doing, I wanted to pleasure you but I don't think I can hold back."

Trixi grinned, walked up to him, trailed a finger over Matt's erection, and whispered "I love it rough. Just go wild."

Matt growled and ripped off Trixi lingerie, promising to buy her another pair, and then pushed her down onto the bed, slamming his lips against hers. Trixi kissed back with matching intensity and bucked her hips against his. "Are we just going to kiss all night or are you going to fuck me?"

Without a word Matt shoved his length into Trixi, causing the woman to scream dig her nails into Matt's back. He groaned from the feeling and began pounding his girlfriend with all his might. Soon, the whole neighborhood could probably hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and screams from pleasure. Trixi was leaving hickeys all over Matt's chest, moaning every time her thrust met his. Matt's speed increased every time Trixi demanded it and he couldn't seem to keep his mouth away from her chest. Trixi cries were becoming louder with each passing minute. "Matt! Oh God yes! Oooooh!"

Matt's was also moaning as he plunged in even deeper. Trixi nails were no doubt leaving scars but at this moment, she could rip his back open and he wouldn't care. After almost an hour of loving, Trixi seemed to be getting close. Her thrusts were becoming frantic and moans higher pitched. Matt squeezed her ass and said "I'm close too. Just let it out."

Trixi screamed and experienced her orgasm, causing her to tremble then collapse on the bed. Matt came a second after, rolling off so he wouldn't crush her. For a few minutes, no one said anything, just laid on the bed and tried to catch their breath. Heartbeats were going crazy and grins covered their face. Trixi rolled over and laid her head on Matt's chest. "That was even better than the first time...I will never get tired of that."

"Neither will I...Trixi, you're incredible."

"Thanks...and since the night is still young, how does a shower sound?"

Matt was stunned. They had just fucked each other like wild rabbits in heat and she was already suggesting round two. "Aren't you at all tired from what we just did?"

"Yes but I'm also sweaty. And why take two separate showers when we could save water by taking one together..." She got up and sauntered toward the door. Once in the doorway, she turned back with her best innocent eyes and said "unless for some reason you're opposed to that..."

Matt didn't know how it was possible, but he was rock hard again. Jumping out of the bed, he ran to the bathroom, finding her already preparing the water. Once it was ready, she stepped in, letting the water run over her sleek body. She shut her eyes as she sighed contentedly then looked over at Matt. "Mmm...the water feels fantastic. Care to join me?"

She didn't have to ask him twice. Stepping into the shower, he let the water hit his body while grabbing the body wash. Trixi looked a little confused but Matt just simply put some in his hands then began slowly rubbing her body. "The point of this shower was to clean up. I just thought I'd help."

Trixi closed her eyes and sighed again. She moaned in relaxation while Matt rubbed the tension from her shoulders; soon though his hands ran lower, earning another moan from Trixi while he squeezed her ass. He rubbed her legs before turning her around to wash her breasts. Lingering a little longer than he needed to on her nipples, he made his girlfriend wet within minutes. Satisfied that her breasts were clean enough, Matt's hands traveled lower, teasing her clit until she moaned louder. "Oh Matt...you are so good at teasing me..."

He grinned and kissed her neck. "I just love making you feel good."

"Well so do I."

Trixi then grabbed some body wash for Matt and began rubbing down his body, removing the tension. As soon as he was relaxed, Trixi hand wound itself around his erection, slowly pumping it. Matt jerked and groaned. "Trixi, you're playing with fire..."

She giggled and pumped faster. "Maybe I want to get burned..."

Matt grinned, pushed Trixi up against the wall, and shoved himself into her once more. She screamed from the force and grinded as fast as she could. Her breasts were rubbing against Matt's chest, driving them both up the wall. Matt pounded her as hard as he could and she continuing moaning while meeting him thrust for thrust. When they kissed, tongues battled for dominance until air was needed. Matt got his payback by covering Trixi's chest with hickeys of her own. Soon the couple looked like a matching pair. Although, having used most of their energy an hour earlier, their shower session wasn't going to last much longer. Without warning, Trixi screamed and released all that she had, biting down hard on Matt's shoulder. He groaned and released his load into Trixi, feeling a bit weak kneed. After catching their breath, the couple turned off the water, dried off, and decided to watch a movie in Trixi's bed. They fell asleep while intertwined in each other's arms.

"Slow down Matt and tell me your big news." Trixi said while laughing. A little while ago, Matt called up Trixi saying he had important news so now he was dragging her to a secluded part of the local beach. Once he was satisfied with the spot, he turned back to her. "Sorry babe I'm just nervous."

"About what?"

He took a deep breath and spit out "I got accepted!"

"Accepted? What are you talking about?"

"Remember that medical school I applied for last month? Thinking I wasn't good enough for it? I'm in!"

Trixi screamed from shock and joy before hugging her boyfriend. "Oh my gosh Matt that's awesome! I told you they'd take you! I'm so proud of you."

He laughed, kissed Trixi, and then gazed into her sparkling eyes. "Thank you so much for all your support Trixi. I don't know what I'd do without you...which is going to make my next set of news even harder."

The look in Matt's eyes set off alarms in Trixi's mind. "Matt, what's wrong?"

"The school is in New York."

Trixi felt as if someone had tilted the Earth upside down and punched her in the gut. Her eyes grew wide as she stumbled backwards and sat down on a log. Matt sat down next to her and put him arm around her. "Trixi? Are you ok?"

She took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "I'm not going to faint if that's what you're thinking. But New York...wow...you'd be moving there?"

"Yes...I'm going to living on campus..."

As the news sunk in, Trixi felt the tears come. She tried brushing them away but Matt just hugged her. "It's ok Trixi, just let them out...I'm feeling depressed too."

Trixi didn't know how long she had cried but once she had calmed down, she looked up to see that Matt was still holding her. "I'm sorry Matt...I don't normally break down like that."

"It's ok; I will always there for you...if you'll let me."

Trixi wiped her eyes dry then asked "What do you mean?"

"Most couples, when they have to do a long distance relationship, break up...I don't want that to happen to us...If we work at it, I think we can make it work...I don't want to lose you."

"Oh Matt...I feel the same way. I'm scared but I can't imagine my life without you...I...I love you."

After saying those sacred words she blushed but Matt grinned, kissed her, then replied "I love you too Trixi. I have for a while."

Trixi smiled through the pain while leaning against Matt. "When do you leave?"

"Next month..."

"Then we're going to make that month burn in our memories forever..."

When the rest of their friends found out the news, they freaked out almost as much as Trixi. Judd probably took it the worst though. Being the tough guy that he was, he refused to show emotion but everyone could tell he was hurting. Matt and Judd had been friends since first grade. "If you don't visit us Matt I will fly to New York and kill you."

Matt smiled a little. "Don't worry dude I'll be back at every holiday. I'm going to miss you all so much."

During the day the gang hung out at local restaurants, parks, the beach, and anywhere else they could be teenagers. No one brought up Matt's oncoming departure but it was always in the back of their minds. Whenever Trixi was off work, she and Matt would spend time together. Watching movies, talking, going on double dates with Shana and Judd, and spending the nights acting like wild animals. But, the sands of time were not on their side and after what felt like only one day, it was time for Matt to leave for higher education. The gang all came to his house to join his parents in showing him off. The guys said their goodbyes by helping him load up his car with all his stuff. Trixi watched and when the last box got loaded in, she could feel tears slipping down her cheeks. If she could, she'd move with him but a local college had just accepted her with a good automotive department. Matt gave his mom and the girls hugs, accepting their good luck wishes and advice. As he approached Trixi, she couldn't hold off the tears any longer. Matt wrapped her up in a bear hug, his own voice breaking. "I know you're sad Trixi but I'll write, email, and call as much as I can. If I have it my way, it'll be every day."

"I know but it won't be the same...I'm going to miss you so much..."

"I'm going to miss you too...I wish I could say something to take away the hurt but I can say this. I love you. And that will never change."

"I love you too Matt. Please, don't ever leave me."

They exchanged a long, loving kiss, then Trixi stood back to let Matt get into his car. He waved one last time before driving off. Trixi wanted to drive him to the airport then drive his car back but she had to work in a few minutes with her sister. So that job went to his dad. Saying goodbye to her friends, she drove home, feeling numb and nothing but pain. Some might say that she was being dramatic but Matt had part of her heart. And he was going to be thousands of miles away. When she got there, Shana welcomed her in, her eyes looking concerned. "Hey sis, if you want the day off, I can call the boss and work something out...you must feel like crap right now."

"I do feel like crap but I need to do something...sitting at home will just make me miss him more. Just let me change and we can go."

As Trixi walked up the stairs to her room, she winced at realizing how emotionless her voice sounded. Matt had better keep in contact. 

At the beginning, Matt called every night, and they would talk for hours, ignoring the fact that they had to get up the next day for class or work. He would email pictures and write romantic letters. Trixi still missed him, but was determined to make it work. She was sure Matt was the right guy for her. Shana joked and said that she was obsessed with the phone and computer but deep down she understood. Matt was going about his classes with flying colors and Trixi couldn't be more proud. And he loved the fact that he had a car junkie girlfriend who was also passing her classes. The only thing that sucked was seeing couples out in public, or seeing her sister with Judd. A stab of pain would hit her heart, but she slowly became used to it. She was a tough girl so she was going to hold her head up high. So when Matt's calls and emails became less and less, she tried not to complain. He used to call every night, but it shortened to a couple times a week, to only once a week. Not wanting to cause a fight, Trixi just assumed that he was busy. He was going to become a doctor after all. But November seemed to be their breaking point. Even on the weekends, he wouldn't call and if he did, the call would only last about fifteen minutes. Finally one night, when he called, she brought it up. "Matt, what the hell is up with you? You're hardly talking to me!"

"Trixi, we established this before I left. You knew how busy I was going to be; the weekends I'm studying and watching surgeries."

"I know but why did it go from emailing almost every day to now almost once a month? I love you Matt and I'm starting to feel neglected."

"I love you too and please remember, I miss you too...this long distance relationship isn't working as well as I thought it would."

"Did you think it would be easy!?"

"No I...Trixi, I'm sorry but I don't know what to say...I love you with all my heart but if I'm trying to get a good grade, I won't be able to talk as much."

"I know...but whenever I'm studying, I make time for you...I don't know if I can keep doing this..."

"What do you mean Trixi?"

She released a shaky breath as her voice rose. "This! Waiting by the phone like a dog for its master, constantly checking my email, and mailbox...It kills me to do this but I don't think we can make this work anymore..."




Jail Break



"Trixi, please don't do this. You're just upset right now...just take a breather, let me call tomorrow, and your mind will change...I love you..."

Trixi could feel her eyes welling up with tears but she had to stay strong. This was the hardest thing she'd ever done. "Please, don't make this any harder than it already is...I love you Matt...and I probably always will, but this is killing me...we need to say our goodbye."

Before he could have a change to reply, Trixi hung up the phone and began sobbing into her pillow. She could literally feel her heart breaking and the air being knocked from her body as the tears flowed from her like rain. She tried to tell herself she did the right thing but her broken heart disagreed. For the rest of the night, she cried herself to sleep.

Thousands of miles away in New York, Matt was angrily pacing his room. Since he lacked a roommate, he didn't have to worry about waking anyone up. When Trixi had hung up, he had thrown his phone across the room, cracking the battery out. Once he fixed it, he began pacing. He felt angry and numb, not knowing how to react. He was pissed that Trixi couldn't understand why he was so busy but understood why she did it. After the breakup had actually sunk in, he sat down on the edge of the bed and cried, cried for the first time since his dog died when he was fifteen. He didn't know how long he had cried until the tears stopped but one thing was for certain. College was going to be hell from here on out. Back in Washington, Trixi was somehow making it through with the support of her sister and surprisingly, their friends. When she first broke the news to them, they were naturally pissed but realized nothing they said was going to change the situation. The girls were taking it better than the guys but still talked to her. Everyone except Judd. By breaking up with Matt, Trixi learned that she had broken up with Judd as well. She hoped that he would come around someday but luckily it didn't interfere with his relationship with Shana. However, December proved to be harder than November. Christmas love was in the air and it was making Trixi sick. It seemed like everyone on the planet had someone to love but her. So when the week before Christmas day came, the girls of their gang surprised Trixi by stopping by her house. She was home alone because Shana was out with Judd. When she opened the door to let the five girls in, she asked "what are you girls doing here? It's ten at night."

Crystal hugged her before speaking for the group. "We know we weren't very supportive when you first broke up with Matt, but we were friends with you first. So, we're here to cheer you up. There's this club down the block that has it all. Music, dancing, and hot guys."

Trixi could see where this was going but all she wanted to do was curl up in her bed, eat a box of chocolates, and watch Titanic. "Crystal, that's a nice gesture but I'm just not in the mood. Plus, we're not twenty one."

Crystal smiled her devilish smile. "You can be eighteen and still get in. Besides, we're not going to force any guys on you. The hot guys are mainly for us. But you need to get out of the house sweetie. Moping isn't healthy."

Trixi looked from face to face, seeing the same determination in all of them. Sighing, she threw up her hands. "Fine! I'll go. But if it sucks I'm coming home early."

"Deal! Now go throw something sexy on."

Trixi grumbled all the way up the stairs then threw open her closet. None of the clothes really screamed out at her but she finally settled on her classic little black dress. It was skin tight, stopped mid thing, and the V-neck showed off her large chest quite nicely. After fixing her hair and make-up, she approved of her appearance. She had never been to a club before but this looked pretty clubby to her. She grabbed her purse and joined the girls back downstairs, who wolf whistled. "Damn Trixi! You clean up nice. I love that dress."

"Thanks. Now let's just get this over with."

After much discussing, Trixi finally got the girls to let her take her own car. That way, if the club sucked, she could leave without disturbing their fun. And they had made a pact not to drink tonight, but if that slipped they wouldn't drive. After agreeing, Trixi started following them to the club. All the way she was dreading this night out but hoped her expectations would be turned wrong. About twenty minutes later, they arrived at a building that looked like your typical bar, but had a huge dance floor. It was already in full swing. The girls hopped out of the car and let Trixi in. "Don't worry. This'll be a night you'll never forget."

After the entered, the girls began flirting with the guys and dancing to the music. Despite her foul mood, Trixi found herself dancing a little. She paid the guys no attention but she supposed dancing was a start. However, about an hour in, April disappeared into the crowd. Trixi tried to find her but failed. "Hey Crystal, do you know where April is?"

"She's over there talking to a guy. If it doesn't work out she'll be back."

Trixi nodded in understanding. They all loved April, but she was very fickle with men. But what happened next Trixi was not prepared for. The music stopped and a young man walked up onto the stage. "Good evening and welcome to The Hot Spot! It has come time for our karaoke session!"

As soon as he said that, the girls started giggling but tried covering it. 'Those bitches...' Trixi thought. 'They probably signed me up...I'll kill them.' The announcer continued his speech. "So without further ado, let's welcome up the first contestants. Now, friendly reminder that's its always hard getting up here on stage, let alone being the first ones up. So give a warm round of applause to Trixi and Matt!"

The audience started cheering and clapping but it all fell on deaf ears to Trixi. When the announcer said Matt, her heart stopped. 'It can't be...it just can't be...' She tried telling herself that but deep down knew it would be him. She glared at Crystal. "You bitch!"

The girl didn't seem fazed in the slightest. "You can call me whatever you want when you get done but for now get your cute ass up there!"

With a forceful shove from her 'friend', Trixi was in the spotlight on the stage. After a minute, Matt joined her on stage, avoiding eye contact. Just seeing made her choke with guilt, especially when he looked so hurt. His looks hadn't changed at all but his eyes held pain. Her train of thought was broken by the announcer yet again. "And being kind friends, they chose the song for you. Don't worry, they claimed you both knew the song really well but we have words just in case. Good luck!"

He handed them microphones then got off stage. The clapping died down and as the music began, Trixi realized it was Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the predictability. It just had to be this song. Taking a deep breath to calm her trembling body, she began singing. The lyrics were a perfect description of how she was feeling. Much to her surprise, Matt actually sang with her, raw emotion in his voice. And his voice was breath taking. But, the duo was still avoiding eye contact. When his verse came on, it was all Trixi could do not to cry. Taking a huge leap of faith, she stepped closer to him, and he didn't seem to mind. As the bridge of the song started coming on, Trixi risked a look at Matt, only to find him looking back at her. For the rest of the song, they gazed into each other's eyes, realizing what they had lost. They sang with all their hearts and by the time the song ended, they couldn't look away. Only the audience screaming and clapping brought them back to reality. They each made a shaky bow and hurried off the stage, but Trixi stopped Matt before he could go anywhere. "Matt, I think I know why our friends made us do that. That song...it made me realize why I've been in so much pain...I know I don't deserve you back but I really do need you...I love you Matt."

For a moment, Trixi thought he was just going to walk away but he finally replied "Trixi, I loved you ever since we went on that camping trip. When you broke up with me, you broke my heart...any smart man wouldn't take you back but I can't live without you...if we do this again, we need to try harder at the long distance."

"I know and I'm ready for that. I was just confused and scared and upset and...I didn't know how to react to all of those emotions. But if no matter what I do, I'm always going to miss you so I might as well let you back into my life...if you'll come."

Matt grinned, wiped Trixi's tears away, and pulled her into a bear hug. "Oh Trixi, I've been waiting months for you to say that. I love you and yes, I want to be a part of your life."

They sealed the deal with a kiss. The audience was cheering, but mostly for the next performer. Only friends of Matt and Trixi would know why they were cheering. Finally breaking apart for air, Matt smirked at Trixi. "You know, they do say that the best kind of sex is make up sex. Your place or mine?"

Trixi laughed and started pulling him toward the door. "Definitely mine."



Jail Breaking



 This is a story nothing serious and couldn't find an editor. Not much sex, no cuck and no BTB. Just another sad tale, but a warning the narrator is not necessarily telling the truth and his views do not necessarily reflect the author's. 




The object in my hand is small and seems entirely harmless. It is less than five inches long, a little over two inches wide, and about a quarter inch deep. A mostly plastic object it has a glass face. Inside it has a set of microchips to perform its allotted functions. An apparently innocent object and yet the greatest threat to personal privacy the world has ever known. We call them cellular phones and we carry them everywhere voluntarily for anyone who chooses to spy on us. George Orwell seems a dull prophet when you view the current reality. Twenty years ago they were a novelty. Now we see these little toys as a necessity. The world changes even though we sleep.

I know what you are thinking, "there are rules and built in protections." But just consider the device in my hand right now. It belongs to my wife of more than nineteen years. She has never been anything, but loving and supporting. She is the dominant spouse, but no shrew. For my part, I believed in the sanctity of marriage. A commitment made and not to be broken. I was sure we would grow old together and that she would hold my hand on my death bed. I made a bargain so many years ago. I traded my youth and freedom for the pleasure of her body next to me in bed. I swapped my life in trade for her love and devotion. That commitment with me is stronger than any steel bars. I am not some romantic idiot, far from that sort am I. Marriage is something I take seriously. It wasn't about love on my side more an act of rational judgment. Doris, my wife, is the romantic, perhaps that is the problem an ancient incompatibility finally coming to light. 

Here I am with my wife's iPhone at 2 a.m. in the little downstairs study we normally share. I borrowed the phone from the table by her side of our marriage bed. It is the only time it was available. She never leaves it out of her possession. She like most modern day women goes nowhere without her phone. She spends more time on it than any other single activity. It is within her reach twenty-four hours a day. It is in her purse or carryall when not in her hand. It is there by the bed when she sleeps. I had to wait until I was sure she was asleep to snatch it.

"Why take her phone?" you ask. I wonder myself, am I losing my mind? How can I suspect my loving wife? What is the matter with me? I blame it all on my occupation. It has stunted me made me suspicious. I see only the dark side, the evil men do, not the good. Put directly, I am an attorney. There but for the grace of God go you. So I suspect her without good cause or substantial reason.

It was a little thing. I walked into the kitchen while my wife Doris— actually Deloris but no one uses her full Christian name— was talking on the phone. On all prior occasions, she would have continued ignoring my presence, but this time she hung right up and seemed nervous. Later that evening I asked to borrow her phone to call for the pizza that I had persuaded her to have for dinner. We no longer have a house phone a little economy when the girls went off to University part of a lets save money any way we can strategy. She is against takeout food normally being extremely conscious of her weight, but tonight she gave in easily and easily handed over her phone. Why not, she had cleared the phone log and the text messages. She no doubt being a lay person thought this a good idea, but it was not, in fact, it screams deceit.

I am suspicious because clearing the log is an attempt to hide, so what is she hiding? That is what I need to find out. I am reasonably well informed, and I know it is easier to bug a cell phone than a more traditional phone. Don't believe me go on the Web and type in "BUG CELL PHONE" and see what comes up. I even got a nice little book at Amazon for $0.99 that explained all the basics. The big problem on the IPhone is the JAILBREAK. What's that? Well, it is the need to alter the basic Apple operating code, so it permits you to install non-Apple software. My loving daughters broke the software lock of their mother's phone when she first got it. The girls were rather proud of their ability to do this. 

With my wife's phone in one hand and the little cable that connects to my iPad in the other I hesitate. Is this who I am now, do I want to do this? Dare I do this? The reality is this could end nineteen years of marriage, a very good marriage. Why am I looking for the exit? We are a happy couple. There is nothing I can ask of her she will not do for me. On the other hand, she rarely asks anything in return. I was reluctant to enter our marriage, but I have never regretted it. I guess I should explain that.

I'm David P. Landon, Jr. I was at a frat party. Now forget everything you know about fraternities. The brothers of Sigma Chi are the fraternity that doesn't fit the mold. They were the largest fraternity on the University campus because all you needed to join was a good heart. That's right, the brothers respected neither money nor position. It was all about brotherhood and doing the right thing. Jocks mixed with nerds, the academic stars with the guys permanently on probation. It was not uncommon to see a group drinking beer in the basement while an extended tutoring session took place upstairs for the brothers who needed help. All races and all religions mixed together we were brothers. All you had to be to be one of us was to be a good man. Sounds easy, but it's not when you failed to meet the standard you let everyone down. The guilt is the hard part, knowing you have let your brothers down. Being a Sigma meant all the responsibilities that went with being a good brother. 

The annual freshman mixer was one of those responsibilities. The older brothers were the chaperones. We invited every frosh male and female. The females to get the males there so we could get an early look at the potential brothers. More women showed up than men because as everyone knew you were safe at the Sigma house we were all gentleman. I was a 'second year' law student and normally well insulated from campus parties, but it was my turn along with nine other brothers there to supervise the frosh. It was a responsibility if you are a Sigma you don't duck responsibility.

Doris came to the party with her girlfriends. I do not know what they were on, but they were pretty happy when they arrived. I recognized her of course she was the oldest daughter of my mother's best friend. When I went off to university, I was not yet eighteen. Doris was a skinny flat chested kid. I had seen Doris on a number of occasions since, but my memory of her was tainted by the earlier recollection. In my mind, she had remained a child. That was no longer the case, she was a curvaceous young woman although still exceedingly young—but definitely more woman than girl. 

I had little choice but to go over and say hello. Doris was six years younger than I, as were the friends she was with. My intent was to say hello and leave it at that. She was high on something I hoped it was only marijuana or alcohol, and I didn't want to embarrass her. Doris greeted me with enthusiasm and planted a big kiss on my lips. She was always welcoming and a pleasure to be around, but it was clear that she enjoyed showing me off as the older student she happened to know. The fact that I was a fraternity member and one of the official hosts was a bonus for her.

I ended up watching over them all evening and driving them home after the party. Doris took the opportunity to wrangle a date with me for the following week. We hit it off and dated until the end of the term nothing serious. She was a freshman, and I was a graduate student, so it wasn't a serious relationship at least not on my part. She broke it off. She wanted to see other people. At the time, I was ok with it, but quickly became depressed. I seemed to miss her. I wasn't sure why, she wasn't beautiful in the classical sense. She had that young girl fresh and innocent look. She was petitely cute, at five foot four and maybe a hundred and ten pounds. There was nothing spectacular about her appearance, but one glance into her soft brown eyes and I was hooked. It wasn't love on my side more a deep attraction. Doris had a great buoyant personality when she was gone she left a big hole.

I am smart—no make that shrewd—but introverted and a bit shy. I tend to turn in on myself. Doris is outgoing and will if given the chance make friends with everyone in the room. She is the first person everyone invites to the party and the last they want to see leave. But she broke up with me to see other guys. I accepted that. I was hurt, left with a battered ego, but that is what breaking up does to you. 

Fast forward and it is July following my second year of law school. I needed a summer clerkship. Summer employment second year is a virtual necessity if you are to graduate with the prospect of a job. I looked in New York, Chicago, Washington and every major place for anything but so did everyone else. I finally found employment in our sleepy little university town with an ancient law firm that specialized in Eminent Domain— I will explain what that is in a bit.

The apartment, I shared with two others, was rented only through June. I needed to arrange summer housing, fortunately, the University opened a dorm for the summer school students, and they needed a resident assistant, a responsible older student to act as a surrogate parent. The rent was free in return for being available as needed. It worked for me, and it meant the meager law clerk salary could be put to some better use. 

Doris was going to summer school, and she was in the dorm I was supervising. I did everything I could to avoid her until one day I was going up the stairs, and she was a flight ahead of me. As I reach, my floor Doris was coming down the other way. Rather odd I thought except she came to block my way up.

"I want to talk," she said.

"About what," I said trying to move past her.

"Us and what a really stupid thing I did."

As it turns out, she regretted the breakup and was completely contrite. She asked for a do-over. I wasn't sure, but I saw no reason not to start casually dating and holding my emotions in reserve. 

Doris was not playing around this time she pushed me. Her birthday is August 15, that summer she turned eighteen and when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday she said:

"I want you to make love to me. I am a virgin, and I want you to be my first."

I was astonished we had been doing everything short of oral and intercourse, but I was not prepared to go further, and I told her so. She was not taking no for an answer and as became the rule over the many years we have been together what Doris wants Doris gets. The day after she turned eighteen was a Saturday. Doris was a volunteer at the women's shelter run by the local NOW chapter.

Early Saturday morning Doris went off to help at the shelter. I had no idea what she did there, and the location was a secret. She didn't have a car, so I was to pick her up at the student union on campus about four p.m. It was a good walk from the dorm we were sharing for a few more days. The new fall term was due to start in ten days, but we still had a few days left in our current dorm rooms. 

The Union was a big oversized coffeehouse/cafeteria in the center of campus. At four p.m. on a Saturday it was not very crowded, but it was never empty. When Doris appear she was in jeans and a NOW t-shirt, but she was carrying an overnight bag. Unmistakably we were spending the night together, but why walk around with a bag since we lived in the same building at least temporally? As Doris and I came together in the Union, she gave me a big deep passionate kiss. She was proclaiming to the world or at least to the Students on Campus that we were going to have sex. She was making a statement. But what was the statement and why were we telling the world what we were doing? 

We entered my dorm room. As RA, I had no roommate it was just us. I lit candles and had a bottle of Champaign good stuff, White Star. She was nervous as hell, and I was very little better. I am no Don Juan. I had been with exactly two other girls and neither for more than two nights. Doris was putting a lot of pressure on me.

We drank a bit then I slowly undressed her. I started exploring her body with my hands and then my lips. When I had her good and hot, I stripped for her. When I pulled my shorts off and threw them at her, she giggled, I was rock hard. But before I could go further she stopped me. 

"I need you to help me with my spermicide," she said.

"I thought that you went on the pill," I replied.

"I did, but it is not 100% particularly in the beginning, I love you David, but I don't want your baby right now," she said.

In the middle of my seduction, I was filling a plastic cup with foam and inserting it into her vagina. Then she depressed a plunger to shoot spermicide into her womb. In all respects, it was a very unsexy experience. From this point, Doris took over she had spoken to other women about this, and she knew how things were to progress. I needed to go down on her. I was reluctant as we had just put foam in her vagina.

"I don't want you there but up here at my clit," she indicated.

I was more game than I thought. I went down on her. In two minutes she was almost there, you could tell by her moans and breathing. I stopped and spread her legs. I pushed into the tightest and hottest cunt I had ever known. She was a furnace, and I had barely got in when she screamed and came violently on my cock. She drenched my bed with her come. As I pulled back, she grabbed me and held me. Thus began the strangest sex of my life till then. She gripped me with a passion the two who came before her had not. The sex became a kind of battle where I could not tell whether I was fucking her, or she was doing me. It took me twenty minutes to get off, and I think she came five times to my one. But we had just begun, Doris had the night planned. 

Thirty minutes after the first bout Doris sensuously cleaned us with a damp cloth and then proceeded to take my reviving cock into her mouth. She had me hard quickly and then mounted me, thus began a slow fuck that seemed to go on forever.

"This is not what I would expect from a virgin," I said.

Laughing she said: "I studied up and asked questions, I wanted to make this perfect."

"I'm so excited," she said, "it all so new and wonderful."

The bottom line was that Doris was beyond good. Sex with her was a life changing experience. She loved it and couldn't get enough of it, and she was not afraid to show her enthusiasm. With Doris, I learned to relax and enjoy sex, this was a thoroughly new experience for me. What I had before was not even a pale imitation, but bedding Doris wasn't heavy or intense. Doris made the sex fun. The sex was frequent, but she made sure I kept it in prospective. The serious part the relationship between us was our being together as a couple. I should have taken note, but now I was hopelessly in lust with this young woman. Doris knew it and was soon using sex with me to get what she wanted which was a boyfriend she could wear like a new winter coat. We went everywhere together, and Doris left no one in doubt that we were a couple. I had never been part of a true couple before and found that I liked it. I guess I was what they referred to as a one woman man.

Doris decided it was time we disclosed our relationship to her family, which consisted of Margaret and Lawrence Boswell, her parents, a younger sister, Maryann, and little brother, Larry, Jr. They were a well to do family. Larry, Sr. was the Senior Vice President at the Shamont National Bank and Margaret taught at the Shamont Community College. They were an attractive and impressive family. They treated me like royalty. They were impressed with my status as a soon to be third-year law student. Moreover, her mother Margaret came from money she was a Shamont. She had gone to high school with my mother at the Sacred Heart Academy for girls. She went into teaching while my mother went into nursing.

Margaret Boswell was an exceeding attractive woman. She is taller than my Doris and not as voluptuously built, but she has a patrician grace about her. She had that stately beauty which ages well. Her husband was a tall silver-haired businessman who looked great in a suit, but had developed a little middle age spread. He looked older than his forty -five years in contrast to his wife who at forty did not look thirty- five. The younger daughter Maryann at sixteen had just begun to fill out, but appeared to be taking after her mother in stature and appearance. Little Larry was only eleven, but tall and showed the promise of the hefty build he would eventually have. He and I were to become great friends to the point he is now my best friend. 

My folks loved Doris long before we started dating, so she quickly became a de facto member of my family. Even my kid sister Paula was a Doris supporter. My brother was too young to have an opinion. My family was not quite as well off as Doris' family. Dad, David Sr., runs the family equipment rental business with my uncle John. My uncle is the older brother by ten years and a bit of a tight wad. The business does well under his strict management, but it is my Dad's outgoing personality and his ability to make friends and work with anyone including people he hates that has truly built the business. My mom needed to work because the business is a modest money maker, and my Uncle is very conservative with profits. 

I am very close to my mother Agnes a tall good looking woman who at Forty- one was eight years my father's junior. She like I tower over my five foot four father. Mom's most spectacular attribute is her blond hair, these days it gets more than a bit of help from her hairdresser. She is a registered nurse who regularly worked nights. She was on a four-day a week work schedule when I was a kid. It was not the same days each week it rotated. That's how it was while I was growing up, but through the years she earned a master of nursing degree and is now the head nurse in the hospital where she works. She always needed to work, and she brought in as much or more than my father in income.

My relationship with my dad is more complicated than with my mother. My Dad has always tried to get me and my shy introverted personality to open up. He is a friendly outgoing guy who seems to know everyone and who believes in getting along with everyone. Dad believes in turning the other cheek and would never start a fight if that could be avoided. He and I don't see things the same most of the time, but he certainly approved of Doris big time.

"That's the girl for you, son—she is smart and good looking like her mother."

As a kid, my favorite thing would be to wait up for mom if she were working four to midnight. Dad would let me stay up on Friday and Saturday nights, and then I would babysit my siblings while he went out to pick mom up from work. They brought home burgers and shakes, and I would indulge in these with my parents. Some weekends Mom came home alone very late, and she would kiss me goodnight as I lay in bed before she went to shower and go to her bed. When she would lean over, I would on those nights catch the scent of her perfume, Chanel Number 5 which she wore when she got dressed up. I would wake sometimes to hear the shower going and then the whispering between my parents followed by my mother's distinctive laugh before their bed would begin to creak. It was a loving home even when business was slow, and money got thigh and Mom took on more hours. 




Jail Breaking



My Mom and Doris' mom were virtually inseparable friends. The families in general mixed well and were looking forward to a union of houses. Mom summed up the feelings of the family regarding Doris.

"That's one great girl, Davy. Don't screw it up. We are all looking forward to a wedding." 

Mom for all the love she lavished on me as her oldest child sometimes viewed me as being perpetually twelve years old. For my part, I guess I can be rather stubborn and immature at times. When it came to Doris some of that may have been going on. I liked the whole girlfriend thing, but that is exactly where I wanted to keep it, on a free and easy level.

Doris had other ideas about things. She moved in on me in September. I was trying to complete my third and final year of law school without too much hassle, but she insisted we move in together. That strained our finances as I was trying not to be too great a burden on my parents. Doris just let a few hints drop on her mom who increased her allowance. But that seem to give rise to the expectations that this relationship was going someplace serious.

By the beginning of May, things had gone way past expectations into 'what are you waiting for.' Doris had made it plain that I had taken her virginity and that I owed her. Odd since it was her idea, no make that demand, but I could also see it from her point of view. I was about to graduate law school. I would be twenty-five single and the proud possessor of ticket to a professional career. I was a very desirable catch for the many single women out there in the real world beyond the University. She, on the other hand, was just finishing her sophomore year with enough credits to skip a semester, but still well over a year plus from graduation. Moreover, she was an English Lit major in need of a master's to even teach high school. From her point of view, I was leaving her behind with all she had done for me.

The whole situation should have been a kind of warning. Doris saw things from the perspective of what was good for Doris was good for us. The damnable part of it was as selfish as it seems she was right. We were good together what she wanted was almost always better than my goals. With her, I was in some odd unfathomable way complete as a human being. So if she wanted a ring on her finger before I moved out into the wide world why did I hesitate?

I didn't love Doris. There I said it. I was fond of her sure and comfortable with our relationship. She brightened my days and left me in a perpetual oscillation between lust for her body and complete sexual satisfaction. Having Doris in my bed meant no room for any other woman. I know men will tell you that they never see a pretty girl without wondering what she is like in bed. Doris left me unable even to fantasize about another woman. My mind went from the sight of the other woman to an image of Doris that left me fighting back an erection. But marry her and be locked in for the rest of my life to the responsibility for others?

I tried every excuse I could think of to keep Doris and avoid matrimony. My principle excuse was that she was too young only eighteen whereas I was twenty- five in July. It was an excellent reason if not quite the real one, but my mother of all people shot it down.

"Doris is very mature for her age whereas you are the opposite besides that I was a nursing student and only seventeen when I married your father. It's not the age—it's the maturity. She has it and clearly your hesitation, after living together as virtual man and wife, shows you still do not."

My mother wanted me to man up, but I was hesitant and in retrospect prophetic.

"I don't know she is eighteen what happens when she wakes up someday and decides she missed out on her youth getting married too young," I said.

"Sounds to me like it is about your missing out we are talking. You take the professional degree and ride off into the sunset leaving the poor girl behind," Mom said seeing right through me.

In the end Doris had too much influence over me and too many allies for me to hold out, so I swallowed my doubts and tied the knot a week after the bar exam. There was no bachelor party although I hear there was a wild hen party. I had neither enough friends for a party or the time needed. I was studying twenty hours a day to pass the New York Bar, the hardest in the country. Only 41% of Harvard graduates pass and, with the exception of Brooklyn and Albany law which are little more than three- year bar review courses, the average pass rate is 40%. By the time, I found out I passed Doris was three months pregnant.

The pregnancy was theoretically an accident, but if you believe that, you are clearly not too smart. Doris was fortifying her position. We knew it was twins three days before the bar results came out. I sweated those results. I had by then an attorney position with the firm I clerked for that summer that Doris and I got together, but it was only mine if I passed the Bar. My doing so meant a considerable raise, but money would still be tight. I had to work sixty hours plus a week and bust my butt to keep us in Pampers when the babies came.

Doris never let our precarious financial situation or the pregnancy phase her. She completed the last exam of her junior year just an hour before her water broke. Five-hour later without a single groan she gave birth to two six pound two ounce baby girls. They were beautiful, perfect and utterly identical. For me, it was love at first sight. Eighteen years later I still loved those girls but not the same way. Times at first were tough for Doris and I. Money was tight, and we lived in a small apartment. She never complained or made me feel guilty that I could not provide better.

Being a father was an extreme experience. On the one hand, it was terrifying on the other your chest hurts with the love you feel. I will never forget the joy of reading to the girls at bedtime. Make way for Ducklings, The Cat in the Hat, Charlotte's Web and then Little House in the Big Woods, Anne of Green Gables and finally Washington Irving's Sketchbook and Tales of the Alhambra. My two loves who seemed to adore me and believed I could do anything, resolve any problem, fix every broken doll, and make the sun shine every rainy day. It was a lot to live up to, but it brought the great rewards of hugs and kisses.

It was not all hearts and flowers. There were dark days. Doris and I suffered every crisis together. I fell apart when the babies came down with pneumonia and were hospitalized. It was Doris that stayed strong who told me God would not take our girls from us. 

"David-- look at me—they are going to get better. Trust in that and that no matter what happens I will always love and support you."

In those early years, Doris was the rock upon which the marriage was built. She was the buttress that supported me. I could not have made it through without her. She had my eternal gratitude, and I wanted to provide for her and our girls. I needed to succeed for them more than for myself. I am a rather lazy and unambitious man. Marring Doris and receiving her love and our children changed all that. 

I was determined to be successful for my family along the way I made some compromises to achieve that goal. Those first years were a struggle. My work was incessantly demanding, but the compensation was meager. I had to eat my principles and use my native wits to rise above the pack of legal wolves that were all pursuing the same prey.

On the home front Doris and little Patricia and Elizabeth (Pat and Beth) made every sacrifice worthwhile. Doris finished school nights leaving me at home doing office work and minding the babies. I could not have been happier. Eventually about the time they started nursery school she had her doctorate. Doris Boswell, Ph.D. started teaching at the community college, but within three years was a full professor of Shakespearian studies at the University. Her income was a god sent grace, but by then it was too late for me I had already become a partner through less than honorable means. My income was as high as my morality was low. Well, I had a family to take care of, and I was a lawyer and, therefore, able to rationalize the sale of my soul.

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I promised a discussion of Eminent Domain and now is a good time. Most Americans have an unshakable belief in the sanctity of private property. They see homeownership as a goal and a right. The idea that the government could come and arbitrarily take away their home is unbelievable, and that is where eminent domain comes in.

When the government needs property for a public purpose say for a highway, bridge, school, or hospital, it goes through a process commonly call condemnation. It is just the government taking the property it needs for the public purpose and paying the owner the value of the property taken. Simply said and in theory regrettable but necessary. We lawyers call this process Eminent Domain from the Latin:  Supreme Lordship  a fancy way of saying the State has the right to take your land. 

In theory, they have to pay you the value of what it is worth, but if you are stupid enough to depend on the government to treat you fairly, then you deserve to be taken. This is where we lawyers come in. Eminent Domain is a complex system with a set of pre-determined steps. A good, experienced lawyer is able to play those steps to get you the most money. Nobody ever regretted getting a good lawyer to represent them in an Eminent Domain proceeding. Trouble is most people don't get represented, or they get inexperienced counsel. So the key to success as an Eminent Domain Lawyer is to get your name and your pitch (namely a lot more money) before the prospective clients.

My success I owe to my fortuitous last name because when seated school Landon came right before Landrew. The alphabet placed me seated for three years right next to James (call me Jimmy) Landrew, Young Republican, State Republican Committeeman and when he graduated legal intern at the New York State Senate. He eventually rose to be assistant counsel and then counsel to the Legislative Committee on Corporations and Associations. It was a big break for me. Jimmy and I were tight so who would he come to if he were in trouble, but his friend.

Now you are totally confused because what would Jimmy have to do with my success. Well, it was that Committee on Corporations that is significant because it passes on all eminent domain matters. Why would that be useful? That answer is simple because however eminent domain started it was now a great way for the powerful to rip off the weak. The taking of property for actual public use is now a small fraction of the taking of property by the state, most of the time the state is acting on behalf of some private interest. The terms used differ, but it is most commonly referred to as some form of 'redevelopment.' Don't believe me, well next time you are in New York City take a look at the headquarters of the New York Times newspaper, it a beautiful majestic skyscraper off Time Square. The land it stands on was taken by eminent domain, some of the most valuable real estate in the world in a sweetheart deal that allegedly saved the Times almost eighty million dollars. Needless to say, the newspaper did not point this out to its readers. 

My job is to get people justice as best I can. I will use every trick I can. Outside appraisers who will say anything I ask and the appraisers for the State who sometimes work for me. I pay my appraisers well, thus assuring my clients exceptionally fair treatment. The strategy is to get to the soon to be ripped off before anyone else that is where my friend Jimmy comes in. It started pretty innocent a vague heads up to look out for a big taking of property along the Hudson that cleared the way for a high-end development, but soon became pay for play. Jimmy has a problem with horses, also slot machines, and Indian casinos. He often needs money. Not gifts just loans that are never repaid. 

The partners in my firm were amazed at my ability to spot new potential business. My acute perception was well rewarded and for years that is the way it stood. Nothing very illegal just a little advance knowledge and some work on my part beating down the doors of people who would be a lot better off for having me as their attorney. It was actually a public service, but if you walk the line, it is easy to slip over. More on that later for now back to my wife's phone. 

I had loaded my vicious program onto Doris' phone. It was designed to make an audio file of every phone conversation my wife had and install same on my iPad. It sent every text message she sent or received to my phone. But it also gave me the power when I wanted to listen in on her conversations. I could do this in real time or set the bug that her phone had become to record for up to two hours and send same to my iPad. In theory, Doris could say or hear nothing that I could not share. The practice was somewhat different. 

My wife spent almost five hours the first day on her phone. It would be a herculean job just to scan through her phone conversations. She spent forty-five minutes with a girlfriend doing nothing but talking about a dress she saw at the mall, but didn't buy. For three weeks I waded through this drivel, and I fancied I had become quite good at it. I became convinced that I was suffering a bad case of paranoia. I was ready to call it quits when the damn texts came.

I was at a meeting with a new client when my phone chimed with the distinctive ring that said I had a new text. I ignored it, but a few minutes later there was another chime followed by a third. I rarely send or receive texts, and Doris was the same, a matter of age I would say. Texts are not part of my generational DNA. When I finished my client conference, I checked my phone three new texts were transferred from the spyware on Doris' phone.

"remMbR we R havN lch 2day. Mark"

"Can't W8 missing U so much whr & when? UR D"

"Cooper @ 12:30. luv U"

It took me a while to figure out Doris had a lunch date with someone named Mark who she was missing and who said he loved her. The restaurant was easy Cooper's was a small very intimate dining place north of the traffic circle and, therefore, quite out of the way, exactly where you would pick for a private rendezvous. It was after twelve. I had no way to get there that fast, but I had an ace up my sleeve I could listen in. I set the bug on her phone to active and used my iPad to listen and casually got in my car. 

At first all I got was driving noise. Doris was in her car. When she arrived, I heard the faint sounds of the restaurant and her being greeted by the hostess. 

"Good day, can I help you," said a sweet female voice.

"I'm meeting someone—oh there he is."

Then the sound of them coming together in what might have been a hug and then maybe a kiss?

Doris was seated, and they exchanged greetings. They talked a moment about work. Apparently they worked at the University together. He sounded young, strong, and very confident. He soon turned the conversation to her. Compliments flowed about her hair, dress and general overwhelming beauty and youthfulness. I was listening to a seduction. It would have been interesting if it had not been my wife.

When the food came the conversation turn to me how old and fat, I am, how gray and boring. A cold fish who doesn't deserve a beautiful, vibrant younger woman, and finally his needs how much he wanted her and how happy they could be.

"But I can't I'm married. I intend to grow old with David. Please understand."

"Don't you see he is already old? You're still young, live while you can. If you can't leave him then we'll be discrete."

"No, I won't cheat, I have never been with anyone but my David. I love my husband. Yet, I want you and need you to be complete. I need to make David see that. There must be a way. Just give me time for everyone's sake."

"Please I have waited so long already."

"I know but I need time."

"Ok, but please not much longer."

The topic turned back to mundane things as I arrived in Cooper's parking lot. I took a position far back in the lot and out of sight of what I recognized as my wife's car, but still having a view of the door.

At some point, they returned to the conversation of how they needed to be together and how Doris would try to find a way that would not risk her marriage for after all

"I still love Dave. We have been together so long. I owe it to him to try to keep this together."

"That is why I love you so. You have such deep feelings. I just have to show you that pity is not love," he said, the overblown asshole.

As they exited, they came into my view. Doris I noticed was dressed to kill I would swear that was not how she left the house that morning. He was tall maybe six foot three or four slim and athletic looking. He was black not very dark skinned more dark coffee in his appearance but black. Was he handsome? I guess that is a matter of preference, but he was young maybe thirty at the most. As they parted they kissed. He hugged her close and made it deep until she finally managed to pull away.

I was not as jealous as I would have imagined. I wanted to kill him of course to beat him to a pulp. I would need some leverage to accomplish that. Say a baseball bat and a little surprise. Not fair, but then there is nothing fair about seducing another man's wife. I was not deceived. He only wanted into her pants nothing more. All the love crap was just that. He was a smooth operator he would use her until he tired of her and move on. Somehow I suspected that this would not entirely be a surprise to Doris, she is a smart woman. My wife was playing a dangerous game not with her lover, but with me. Could she believe that I would tolerate this?

Doris and I have what would be described as a typical American marriage. Maybe five percent of American men are the lords of their domain. They rule their homes. The other 95% of us have to settle. In my case I settled a lot. I have never won a fight with Doris. Even when I appeared to win a round, and she seemed contrite and apologetic the reality was she would eventually have her way. She knew this from the beginning of course, but I had to learn it.

In the bedroom like most men, I got what my wife wanted to give me. Sex was on her terms. Those terms were consistent with what should be expected of a good wife and mother. Doris loved sex, but that did not stop her over the years from setting limits. We did it the way Doris wanted that was the right way. If she got the better end, more oral stimulation, more time pleasing her, and less you; it was solely because that was the better way. However, this is an unfair viewpoint. Doris in our early years together was a sexual dynamo keeping up took effort. I never lacked for sex. I could not say that I wanted it and was not getting it. When she began to slow down, it was a bit of a relief.

Doris has a way of seeing her wants as our needs. She gets her way through attrition. She wears you down. She is, however, a great wife and a better mother. For all of our marriage, she either was in school or working full time, but she cooked and cleaned and ran the house. I shared, but Doris did the lioness share. She ran things, and if she also manipulated me, it was because as she saw it that was a necessity. I only resented her machinations the few times I notice how much she enjoyed managing me. Any married man who is honest and perceptive will admit that his wife loves to manipulate him, it must be an elemental part of being female.

But Mark was a different entity. I knew his attraction. He was new, different, and forbidden. He was irresistible to a woman like Doris. For him, she could play the bad girl. He was the freedom to step outside a life that had become predictable and less fulfilling. He offered an alternative to the empty nest and the old tired husband. The fact that he was black was exciting. The sex would be enhanced by the newness and the differences. It wouldn't last, but it was not meant to. Mark was just the first man outside our marriage not the last.




Jail Breaking



I became very depressed because I saw clearly that if Doris wanted to cuckold me then that is what would be. The alternatives on my side were few. Stay with Doris or leave her. That last was difficult. We had been through it all together. I was, and I hated to admit it very dependent on Doris. I could not, after all the years together, conceive of life without her. 

But then, "WHAT IF?" I asked myself.

When I arrived home that night, I tried my best to be if not upbeat at least neutral. Doris knew my moods and saw through my pretend composure. 

"What's wrong Dave?" she asked.

"Nothing, I guess I'm burning out on the work," I said.

"You work too hard you should slow down and take better care of yourself maybe join a gym," she said.

I looked at her hard then and very critically. You see I had joined a gym last year. I know I left every morning long before she awoke, but could she entirely have missed the results. I had lost thirty of the forty pounds I put on since we married, and I had plenty of muscle having a personal trainer three days every week. Her new boyfriend wasn't about me being out of shape or boring; it's all about her perceptions of me. I'm the comfortable old pair of slippers. The new sexy ones are what she wants to try on, but she will mostly wear the old ones although she no longer appreciates them. I didn't take heart from her hesitation because Doris needed to work herself up to things. She eventually bought that dress she had been looking at and talking about. She was a woman who needed a good deal of time to decide. She was still debating with herself whether to try on her new man.

The following day I got yet another surprise. The phone bug picked up a conversation I almost flipped past. Fact is I listened only because I was curious to see if my wife would even hint at things to her mother.

"Hi mom I wanted to confirm Thanksgiving with you. You are bringing the bourbon basted sweet potatoes and the broccoli salad."

"Of course Dear, but tell me how did the lunch with Mark go?"

"Oh, Mom he is so magnificent, but he is looking to take it further and I can't."

"And why not? I have no idea why you didn't straighten that husband of yours around years ago. Now you have lost the advantage. The kids are grown. You can't use them as leverage."

"Mom I could never have done that I may be a bad wife, but I couldn't be a bad mother."

"Nonsense you're a great wife. Has David ever complained? I'll answer that NO. You keep a perfect house, are a great cook, raised two wonderful young women and kept your man satisfied in the bedroom. I won't even mention the fact that you contribute more financially to the household than your husband."

"Yes but now I'm contemplating infidelity."

"No, you are not. It's only cheating if the man doesn't consent. David needs to be brought to an understanding that women are materially different than men. Our libidos go up with age while theirs go down. We need and crave variety in the bedroom while all they want is sex. We can please numerous men while our men are limited by their stamina. Your having another man is no reflection on Dave. He is a wonderful man, and he can prove that by giving you some space. Make sure he knows that he will come first and be treated very well."



"I don't know. David is a little boy in some ways do you really think he will share? And if he doesn't what might he do? I do not want to risk losing him."

"Look your father is not what anyone would call broad minded, yet I have been dating other men for nearly three decades now. He hasn't left me, and he isn't complaining. It took him some time to adjust, but once he did we were better than fine. You should know that."

"Yes but David is not Dad. I can't see him buying into my having a discrete lover."

"Alright let me talk to Agnes after all she handled his father, and she knows her son if anyone does. Remember she got him to marry you in the first place. Let me see what she thinks," my mother said and then with a few more unrelated words ended a conversation that knocked the preverbal socks off me.

What did she mean about my mother and father? I had a dreadful feeling that I knew, in fact, had always suspected, but refused to let myself go there. Bugging Doris' phone had been a mistake. Listing in made me feel inadequate. It was finding out what people think of you, and it was not very much.

The next few days I waited for developments, but there was none then my Daughter Beth called.

"Hi Mom Pat and I will be home late Tuesday for the holiday, but we need to come back Saturday. We got hot dates with two of the guys on the football team for Sunday after their game."

"Oh, good I will let your father know, but I thought Pat was dating that Rick guy who is a swimmer."

"Well, she is but he has to take what she gives him," Beth said with a giggle. 

"I guess times have changed if guys are willing to let their girls date others."

"Oh, Mom you are so ancient, but tell me how things are going with Mark."

"They are not going--I am married to your Dad what am I going to do with Mark?"

"Oh, please Mom don't be so yesterday. Dad is a fat old man. He can't expect you to forgo a little sack time with a stud like Mark because of some out of date traditions. You need to go for it. Dad will understand. He loves you, and he really has no options. Who would want an old man like him?" Beth said. In the background, I could hear Patty putting in a "right on." Then apparently Patty grabbed the phone.

"Mom you want us to speak to Dad. We can explain it to him and remind him of all you have done for him. I know he loves you who could not, and you are hot he can't expect to monopolize you. It isn't fair to you."

"I don't know your father has never stepped out on me and God knows when he was younger he had the opportunity. He will probably not see it our way. Men have egos and your father can be very sensitive."

"But Mom, we know Dad loves you and I can't see him denying you anything if you explain how much you want and need a relationship with Mark. Just make sure he realizes you will always put him first. That is what I told Rick, and he is cool with it," Pat said.

"Well, girls your grandmother said she would speak to granny Langdon. I am sure between the two of them this will get sorted. I just hope you father can be brought to see that Mark represents no danger to him and what Mark and I have is a shadow of what your Dad and I have."

To say I was shocked and hurt to hear what my daughters had to say about me does not reach the dark heart of the pain I felt. Maybe I should have taken some comfort in the fact that my wife and daughters still maintained that Doris still loved this fat old man, but I did not. I was left reeling, and it was days before I could recover enough to take stock of my situation.

I had let myself go I could see how I must look to others. Yes, I had been working out and was quite fit, but I had done nothing about the gray in my hair or the out of style clothing I wore. An attorney needs to look conservative, but I had let myself look ancient. My first move was a trip to one of the new salons that had opened. I had some of the gray taken out, and my hair styled. They say men don't notice things; well Doris didn't even comment. My next move was a trip down to New York City on a clothing buying spree. I pretty much replaced my wardrobe and went out of my way to show off my new sleeker body. No, I did not look thirty again, but no older than my forty-five years. 

Neither Doris nor my daughters noticed. When the girls arrived home for Thanksgiving, I expected some comments. I got the same perfunctory cheek kisses that I realized I had been getting for years. My family was taking me for granted expecting me just to be there when needed and out of the way when not. They had other concerns on their minds that did not involve me. To be fair, I had little in the way of common interest with my wife or daughters. We were strangers occupying the same house. I knew more about them now than they could know of me. I had always been self-contained and never open. Accordingly, they had formed opinions about me that were wrong.

Thanksgiving came and brought the families with it. The Boswells and the Landons arrived. The guests were the various grandparents, grandchildren, siblings and respective spouses, in all twenty-one came to gather around our dining room table set with all its leaves in place. They came early to watch the parade from New York on TV and the football after.

The women mostly collected in the kitchen and the men in the living room. I bowed out. I took a quick peek into the family room where the young kids were being supervised by my sister Maryanne and Larry Jr. wife, Anne, along with my daughter Beth. That accounted for everyone as I headed for the den and locked myself in. I put my ear buds in and settled down to listen to the conversation in the kitchen through my wife's phone.

"He's gone into the den and closed the door," I knew the voice to be my daughter Patty's.

"Good now someone tell me what's wrong with my son," I heard my mother say.

"What do you mean Mom?" My wife replied.

"Well, he is sporting new clothes, a new haircut and if I am not mistaken a little less gray hair."

"To tell you the truth I had noticed something, but I could not say just what," Doris said.

"If I'm not mistaken he is thinner than last year as well," my sister Paula said.

She and her husband and their daughter lived in California and had not seen me since last Christmas.

"Yes that could be," my Mom said.

"I don't know. Last two weeks he has been very down I thought he might have been having trouble at work again," Doris said.

"You don't think he knows about Mark. Do you?" my mother offered.

"I can't see how and there is nothing to know. I've done nothing with Mark." My loving wife said.

"He may be having a midlife crisis; he's at that age, and the girls are out of the house. That is probably it," my mother said.

"Yes that would explain it the hair, weight loss and clothes," mother Boswell offered.

"We need to proceed with caution then. He needs to be brought along slowly if he is having a mid-life funk," my mom said.

"Maybe I should put Mark on hold," Doris offered.

"Nonsense what Davy needs is a good if carefully landed kick in the pants. We need to snap him out of it and in the process get him with the program. It won't help matters if you are in a depression as well," my mother offered.

"So you think Mom should let him know that she wants to take a lover Gran," Patty asked.

"Well, not out of left field dear. I'm thinking more we get the men to soften him up, let him talk to his Dad and Larry. They can ease into it and share their experiences. They're both happy and well-adjusted to the situation. No reason your father can't be as well. But if he is suddenly feeling his age and life passing him by it is not the time to hit him straight out with the fact his wife is taking a young lover. No first we get him use to the idea," Mom said.

"Of being a cuckold?" Patty giggled.

"Most certainly not! Your father is a proud man and a good husband and father. He needs to be lead carefully, and his needs must be carefully provided for. I never let my husband go without. I never had sex with another that I did not also take care of my husband. He may have gotten seconds, but he always came first in my heart. Dave senior knows he is the love of my life. It's up to us, and I mean all of us to make my son feel loved. Doris you are first in line here, but we will have your back. CORRECT?" Mom said to general agreement.

It went on in this vein the women dissecting me and planning how I should be brought around. How and when Larry and my Dad should clue me in on the facts of married life to a 'hot wife'. They didn't use that term. In their opinion, they were providing for Doris' natural urges and legitimate needs. In that way, the marriage would be strong and both parties satisfied. After all Doris had married young and made many sacrifices. Now with the children gone it was a time she could explore while keeping her husband provided for. My mother was the principal mover and shaker and apparently had the most experience. The way they talked about me was as if I were a child they were trying to get to shape up and behave.

I listened until I could take it no more, and then I picked myself up and took off out of the house. I walked until I figured it was time for the Thanksgiving feast. When I returned to the house Doris was concerned. No one had noticed me leave, and my return left them wondering. Late that night when we were alone in the house except for the girls Doris wanted to know what was bothering me.

"Can't say except that I know things must change and maybe I am reluctant to head off into the unknown."

"Baby you know that no matter what, I will always love you and that you are and always will be the most important person in the world to me." She said snuggling close to me in bed.

I didn't respond because what could I say to that. Her words made me feel so guilty. She always made me feel guilty.

The first Saturday in December found me at Giant Stadium with my father and father. Larry had purchased the tickets and very good seats indeed. My old man sprang for the round trip limo and the liquor for the ride. Larry purchased the beer and snacks at the stadium. Both men were very well prepared. After an awkward start trying to ease into the topic of how great it is to be a cuckold they hit all my mother's essential points. 

The main arguments were how women of a certain age need a youthful lover and the opportunity to explore their sexuality. How if you love your wife you give her the opportunity to explore and how much benefit you derive from this. I let them go saying nothing until the enviable extended time warp that is the last two minutes of every professional football game. Remembering once again how much I enjoyed playing football in my youth and how and why I hate to watch it.

"I certainly don't know everything, but I do know this if I ever caught Doris with another man that would be the end of the marriage no ifs ands or buts." I pronounced intending them to be my last words on the subject.

My elders spend the last two minutes of play that ran about twenty minutes trying to talk me out of my position to no avail. I simply kept repeating that any infidelity on Doris' part would end in my walking out.

"Who needs a slut for a wife? Because that is what that kind of woman is," I said both my elders call me immature and bigoted before heading off to the men's room. They were gone a long time, and the stadium was mostly clear before they returned to me and we headed home in a quiet limousine. 

Later that night I discovered it was not just a line at the men's room. They had called home. Both my mother and mother then had called Doris before we got home to discuss the situation. Further steps were necessary. They didn't even wait a week before I was dragged off by Larry and Dad again; this time to a gentleman's club complete with all but nude dancers and barmaids. Larry and Dad alternated springing for overpriced drinks and lap dances. I kept my drinking to soft drinks and my lap free of foreign encumbrances. The words of wisdom, from my hedonistic elders, were all on the benefits of a mature and open marriage. 

"I can't see myself trading my wife's fidelity for a lap dance," I said just before I walked out. I hailed a cab and took off on my own. 

Nothing was later said about my dumping the two old fools.

As we ran up to Christmas the conversations, I heard were a bit more intense. Mark was romancing my wife and pressing for an assignation over the school break. It was perfect for the lovers. They were free all day, but I was theoretically working. In fact, if anyone had taken a good hard look at me he would have suspected that all was not right. I guess it is confession time. You see I am what some refer to as shady or crooked. I had stepped gingerly over the line for years until with the right temptation I left the line far behind.

It started with the keyhole lots for the less than knowledgeable a keyhole lot is a property that has only a small amount road frontage. The property may be difficult to build on because the access to the main body of land is limited. We create this situation in this part of the country because of our archaic zoning laws. Rural land can be sold in five acre parcels without subdivision requirements. Many farmers to raise cash begin selling off five acre parcels along the roadways. When the main farm goes for sale, there may only be a small amount of road front left. Thus, you get big lots with what is referred to as a keyhole access.

There were ten keyhole lots close to the New York State Thruway all of them improved by mobile homes or two bedroom prefab houses. They were in the middle of nowhere. They were twenty miles down substandard county roads from the Thruway interchange. They were very undesirable and, therefore, inexpensive property. Enter a big national retailer in need of a warehouse with good access to the interstate system. All they needed were the ten keyhole lots and a new Thruway entrance. No problem and my bud Jimmy was right there with the information well before it leaked out.

As I knocked on doors to push my services, I saw it. A small for sale sign on a dilapidated fence post. It turned out to be two hundred fifty plus acres of poor quality pasture. The remnant of an old dairy farm well out of the redevelopment zone, but sitting astride an old county road. That road would soon need to be replaced by a good state road that would lead right to the Thruway. This was land that was worth at best fifteen hundred an acre that would soon be twenty times as valuable. You would have to have been a saint to resist, and I was no saint. 

The land purchase drained my 401k and every bit of savings I had. It left me land poor. My business became a money funnel to pay taxes and develop the land. I put it into a Wyoming corporation, Stuyvesant Ltd. that a somewhat dubious fellow sold me for seven thousand dollars. He had formed it five years before for someone like me who needed to shield what he was doing. Wyoming required no officer, director or stockholder be disclosed. Nothing connected me to Stuyvesant. That left me to explain to Doris that my business was in trouble, and I had little to contribute to the household expenses. I could not tell her why my finances were stretched, so I lied. I blamed the economy and tough competition.

Any other wife would have been angry or at least let me know what a loser I was. Doris kissed me and said, "We will be alright Davy—so long as we are all healthy and together what does it matter."

Doris worked extra classes and cut back on everything except what the girls needed. She went without. I don't think she bought herself a new item of clothing in the year and a half that I struggled. I promised I would make it up to her when the time came. But somehow it never did.

Two years after my purchase I sold the last acre, the average price I got was twenty-two thousand an acre. From there I was on my way buying in front of the state just beyond where they were purchasing. Questions were raised. The insiders who were use to doing what I was now doing were suspicious. Investigations were demanded, but the big shots did not want to kill the goose laying the golden eggs. I stayed small and out of their way.

I didn't touch the money. I told myself it was for our old age; mine and Doris'. By then people would have forgotten, and I could come up with some plausible explanation for my family of how my dirty money was honestly made. Last thing I wanted was for Doris and our families to know the kind of man I really am. At all cost, I had to protect my secret. I never dreamed that I would be listing to the dirty secrets of my family.




Jail Breaking



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Christmas Eve we spent at thes as had become the custom, But Christmas day was a big feed at my family home. We arrived early due to some agreement between my Mom and Doris. As usual Doris had made a huge roast turkey complete with the stuffing. Mother Boswell was making a crown roast of lamb, and my Mom had a ham in the oven. It was about one o'clock when I was lifting the stuffed Turkey in the heavy iron roasting pan from the trunk of Doris' new Mercedes. The car's hefty down payment had been a birthday present from her parents. 

"David when you are done bringing the Turkey in I would like a word in the den," my mother stated. It was not given as a request, but her tone was not hostile if anything it sounded sympatric. 

The den was a small room toward the front of the house, a bit isolated. Mom was sitting on the short sofa or love seat as I entered there were several chairs in the room, but she indicated that I should sit beside her. So I took a seat beside her when she turned to me our knees nearly touched. She took both my hands in hers I felt the cool comfort of those hands so familiar when I was young.

"David what is going on—you don't seem to be yourself. If you are having a problem I and every other member of this family are here for you."

She said this leaning in--looking me straight in the eyes awaiting an answer, perhaps a request for assistance or guidance. A mother talking to a troubled son hoping to afford the comfort he needed. 

"What could be wrong I have a loving and supportive family—A FAITHFUL wife and two DEVOTED daughters." I let the emphasis of the words I used sink in. My mother is no dummy; she heard what was unspoken. 

"David, an HONORABLE man, supports his wife in the things she needs. It is part of being a good husband that you make sacrifices, just as your good wife has sacrificed so often for you the last twenty years."

My mother was a very intelligent woman. She immediately understood that I was not the clueless fool I had been taken for, and she had her comeback. It was a smart appeal to the essential goodness and fairness that she had instilled in me as a child, those values that we take from our parents, and cultivate by our personal conduct. I could see from her point of view that it was a matter of commitment by a man to his marriage and family. It was an odd case of her completely misjudging her son, for this error I was totally to blame. I had mislead everyone for so long that they no longer knew me. I was not the good reliable man they believed me to be. I wore the costume of the hapless husband and father, a man to be taken advantage of because of his own good and loving nature. Her approach could never work on the man I am, but she could not know the sleeper had awoken to a new world where technology revealed all secrets and human corruption prevails. 

"Thing is I don't see having a whore for a wife as honorable. Admittedly all things are for sale; we sell ourselves for what we desire and it is not always money. In fact, it is rarely the money even when the money changes hands. Nevertheless, not all are bargains are dishonorable. Some we make before God. We make our pledge and asks a blessing. True we don't always keep our word, but trying has to be a part of it. Otherwise, a woman may end by kissing her son goodnight with lips still warm from her infidelities."

At that last line, my mother jumped back as if I had slapped her, up to that point she had been ready to continue the argument. I saw her emotions play through her eyes: surprise, shame, anger and finally pain. 

"David what did you say?"

"I said your kisses when you came home from your adulteries were an abomination."

She let my hands drop and ran from the room. I didn't need a phone to hear Doris' words of distress as my mom came running out of the den.

"Mom what's wrong?" Doris cried. 

She must have been waiting for my mother's nod to ambush me, this was apparently a planned kind of intervention possibly all the family were planning to hit me over the course of the day. 

When I exited the den no one was around, my mom had apparently fled to the kitchen dragging the other available member of the family with her. I decided a strategic retreat was in order for me and exited out the front door as quietly as I could. I still had the keys to Doris' Mercedes so I took a drive over to the State Park to the Hendrik Hudson Lookout, the lover's lane from my youth. It had taken me until the end of my senior year to get a girl up here and then I did not get very far past first base. I was and am no Casanova. Still when I was twenty-five and a freshly minted law grad, women were looking on me quite differently, unfortunately, I was hooked by then. Doris had me and was not letting go. 

When you looked at my situation, it was two sides of the same coin. When Doris wanted me, I was expected to fall in line. Now that she was looking elsewhere I was asked to and expected to fall in line again by letting her have the freedom I had been denied. Oddly I could see the logic. Doris had sacrificed far more than I for the marriage. She had made it work. She had raised the next generation, if left to me we would probably never have had kids, bought a house, planned a retirement or contributed much of anything. 

Now what Doris wanted was some, as she saw it harmless fun. A bit of what she had missed. She didn't deny me the same opportunity she just did not believe I could take advantage of the offer. You see I am old and fat. 

My Mom's good intentions today were to make me see my limitations, but convince me that they all still loved me and would make it as easy as possible on me. They were being kind as they saw it, and I was being selfish. In a way, I had known all along that it would come to this. I am not blind or stupid, but Mom and Doris are right in many ways I have remained a child. Unfortunately, I have not remained childlike. I am corrupt. I have seen the way the game is played and dropped down into the dirt to play. I kid myself that I did it for others or that it was a necessity. It wasn't I cheated because I wanted to win and more for the sake of winning than the money. Giving in to Doris would be losing, and I had going on twenty years of losing to Doris. 

Parking at the overlook, I pulled out my iPad and opened up my spyware. 

"He's nowhere in the house, and Mom's car is gone," I heard my daughter Beth say.

"With any luck he won't come back," I heard Anne, my brother Larry's wife, interject.

I always knew Anne did not like me at least now she had a reason. Anne is a real hottie. She isn't exactly beautiful, but she oozed sex appeal and she has what is referred to as a bedroom voice with the flirtatious manner to go with it. I understood why Larry, Jr. who is not the sharpest tool in the shed had married her, but it was a stupid move; this woman virtually broadcast her infidelities. Larry ignores the not too subtle gossip and his wife's rather blatant behavior. My brother worked as a vice president at his family's bank. It was obvious nepotism but rather acceptable in that industry. His fat paycheck and social position assured that no matter how hard Anne played she always came home after for the comfortable lifestyle. 

Anne and Larry had a five-year-old son who had the same blond hair and blue eyes as his alleged Dad. As a couple, they always seemed to get along. Now as I listened my mother hatched a scheme.

"My son is more than obstinate. He virtually called me a whore to my face," my mother informed her audience.

"I don't believe it," my mother said. "Dave is too nice a man for that."

"I am having trouble believing it, and I heard it, but hear it I did. He seems to know it all somehow. The old men must have been careless in what they said, and he has taken thing totally out of context," dear old Mom explained.

"What are we going to do, I don't want to lose my husband," Doris said.

"We need to be crafty. If he doesn't come willingly, we need to use some subterfuge," my mother said.

"I don't know we should not underestimate my brother. He was always the shrewd one. Not the smartest, but the cleverest. Remember what he did to Uncle Jack in the poker games he can be very clever," I heard my sister say.

She was referring to the time when as a teenager I discovered that my Uncle cheated rather consistently in our biweekly poker games. Everyone knew it but did nothing about it considering we played for pennies. Still I was not happy being cheated, so I figure out how he was stacking the deck when he shuffled and cheated him back. For weeks he lost continually, but could not expose me without exposing himself. The games came to an abrupt end, and my Uncle stopped speaking to me. My sister remembered because she asked me what Uncle John's problem was, and I laughed when I told her.

"Yes but he has a weakness we can exploit," my Mom said.

She then laid out her scheme. The weakness she referred to was my inability to tolerate alcohol. I am no drinker, but I am a happy drunk that is until I fall asleep. Give me enough booze, and I will pass out. 

Mom's plan was simple get me drunk at the family New Year's Eve party. As they spiked my drinks, Anne would come on to me. When I was happy drunk, she would start making blatant advances that I would certainly remember when I sobered up. When I was so far gone that I had no idea what was going on, and, therefore, would not remember, they would get me upstairs to a bedroom and get my clothes off. Take a few pictures of a naked Anne and myself and in the morning. I would wake to find myself in a strange bed to be confronted by an irate wife.

When I was presented with the proof of my infidelity, I could hardly object to my wife's proposition that we open up our marriage to others. Of course, opening our marriage meant that Doris would have the right to play while I stayed home. The big stumbling block seemed to be Anne's reluctance to do anything actually sexually with what she described as an old fat man. My lack of sex appeal was the universal opinion. Anne was the best choice. Since Larry was such a good friend of mine, the guilt factor would be increased. And after all she did not actually have to do anything just get some suggestive pictures, to help with this scheme they picked my Brother Samuel's wife, Elaine. She was a mousy little thing, who was afraid of her shadow. She was pulled into the plan by her desire to fit in. She was also the perfect witness being the newest member of the family married only two years to my brother and pregnant at the moment.

From the front seat of my wife's expensive car, I looked out over the Northern Catskills where Washington Irving had set Rip Van Winkle. It is an odd view in winter mist moving through dark mountains. The Hudson River is a silvery strand to the east. It is a good setting for Irving's folktale, but no place to listening to your marriage die. 

But then Doris spoke up. 

"We need to give Dave another chance— more time," she said

"What about Mark will he wait?" her mother asked

"Mark is very anxious. We are both off this week and well it's the perfect time for as he puts it—TO GET A ROOM. However, I want my David, he is my first and true love. I am going to have it out with him. He has never denied me anything, and I can't see him completely denying me with this. He and I need to reach an understanding." she said.

"Look my plan will work. It is harsh, but your husband has earned this with his attitude. I suggest you may talk some more but be careful don't keep your lover waiting any longer because of my stupid son," my mother pronounced.

"I'm going to give Dave one more shot to step up, "Doris said ending the conversation. 

There was nothing for it but to go back and sit through Christmas dinner with the family. I got a very cool reception from everyone except Anne apparently resigned to the need to flirt with the old fatty. Doris grabbed me and pulled me out the door and toward her Mercedes. 

"What about Christmas Diner," I said.

"We're not attending. We need to talk," she said.

"Is there something to talk about," I asked.

"Yes but not in the car," she said with a little-wicked smile.

She drove to the Hilton. She had called ahead and booked a room, and when he got there, the White Star Champaign was already waiting.

"You remembered," I said.

"How could I forget, it was my first time after all."

"Is this the last time?"

"Not if I can help it—please Dave, talk to me."

"What is there to talk about?"

"This," she said advancing to me she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a prolonged kiss. From there it was a short step to the oversized king bed. 

She when down on me not the usual occurrence these days. She had learned through the years how to use her tongue and mouth to give a blowjob. When I tried to return the favor, she pressed me back down. 

"This is your time," she said.

"But-"

"No Buts, I am pleasing my husband the man I love above everyone else," she said.

There was no help for it she intended to suck me dry, and she did it. After I came in her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop, she wasted no time in getting me hard again. She mounted me and began an agonizing slow fuck. She had my number she could literally keep me on the edge of orgasm as long as she liked. Bringing me almost there, and then holding me back. I knew she enjoyed her power, but got little sexual gratification for her from the slow pace.

When at last she released me, and I had a mind-boggling orgasm she wanted to talk.

"What wrong love," she said.

"What could be wrong?"

"Oh, please stop, this is not us, I love you I will always love you. I want to be with you forever, till death do us part just as we promised."

"Forsaking all others?"

"You know that I can never love another, Use yes—love no," she said.

"Is there really a difference?" I said.

"Of course! I am trying to assure that we stay together—Inseparable forever," she said.

"You can keep a bird in a cage, but don't leave the door open."

"What does that mean? I am offering each of us freedom because we love each other, that is what binds us I will not fly away," She said, "Please won't you believe me."

"I do, but you have it wrong,"

"No trust me I can love only you," she said.

I had no answer she was missing it failing to understand the other side.

"Please don't let some male pride issue hurt us. We are only talking a bodily function it means nothing."

"Dee please believe me this is one argument you cannot afford to win. Be happy with what you have, I will keep my side of it. Just do not open the door."

"Don't be stubborn. You know that I will always take care of you as I always have. You need me don't be foolish," she said.

I took her in my arms realizing that there may be no future for us. She could not understand we were mostly all a lie. Yes, the lies were omissions on my part, a failure or inability to speak the unattractive truth. I had gone nineteen plus years avoiding the central issue in our marriage until Doris believed in the original lie she told herself and that I had never challenged.

"Oh, I love you—It will be alright— trust me," she said not understanding that she was not the problem.

"No trust me I will never accept what you are offering. I have kept my side of the bargain," I said ending the discussion.

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Wednesday of the following week Mark took my wife to his place for lunch. I listen only long enough to assure that they had done the deed ending my marriage. Apparently by some mutual agreement the loving couple made no mention of the cuckolded husband. It was as if I did not exist. 

Friday was New Year's Eve. I started off drinking at my favorite watering hole the Irish Mist. It's a restaurant bar arrangement. I invited all my oldest friend by for a drink, but none of the family members. I stayed strictly with soft drinks. I didn't arrive at Larry, Jr.'s house until 8 P.M. and then by taxi. My old Honda was parked earlier that day some distance away from Larry's and was, hopefully, unseen. When I arrived, I smelled of the bar I had been in most of that day, and acted a wee bit worst for the drink.

I was soon provided with some very strong drink. They started slow but quickly moved up the intoxication level. I had a hell of a time disposing of them, but fortunately Anne and Larry believe in potted plants. They and a few trips to the bathroom allowed me to stay sober as I acted drunk.

Anne asked me to dance and didn't wait for a response but pulled be to my feet and proceeded to rub herself against me. I let her do her worst and after a while responded in as drunken a fashion as I could. The cue seemed to come about a half hour after the ball dropped in Time Square by then I was pretending complete inebriation. Must have been convincing as Anne and Elaine each took an arm and began helping me up the stairs.

Reaching what I assumed to be a guest bedroom they dumped me on the bed.

"Get his closes off while I undress then you can take the pictures," Anne told Elaine.

I let Elaine begin she was rather tentative unbuttoning my shirt and removing it. 

"You know he's not really fat—in fact, he's rather buff," Elaine said.

"Whatever just get his pants off already," Anne said having dropped her dress neatly over a chair and let down her hair as she stood there in her sexy silk underwear.

As Elaine tried to undo my belt, I spoke up.

"Don't think I want you doing that unless of course Anne there is going to actually have sex with this old not so fat man," I said.



Elaine jumped back a look of surprise on her face.

"FUCK—FUCK—FUCK," Anne swore.

"My sister warned you, but who listens in this family," I said.

"Now the two of you get downstairs and send the cheating cunt who calls herself my wife up here."

"Now before I fuck you both for the hell of it," I said

With that, they ran from the room with Anne only stopping long enough to grab her dress. 

It took what seemed like a long time while I sat there listening to the commotion below. There were some raised voices, but I didn't even try to overhear, the listening part of this little drama was over. Eventually, Doris appeared at the bedroom door.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked.

"Yes come in and sit down," I said in as soft and friendly a voice as I could muster in the circumstances.

Doris sat down, and the tears started flowing. The waterworks were completed when her nose began to run. She was so sorry and had made a terrible mistake listening to others.

"What are you sorry for Doris wanting another man or fucking with him last Wednesdays at his apartment?"

She gave a shriek at this and for the first time I saw fear.

"No maybe it's just that my mother's scheme didn't work and now you are caught good?"

"Please David I love you it doesn't mean anything you have to believe that. I know that you love me and will forgive me," she said perhaps she was a little taken in by how calm I was.

"No Doris I don't."

"Oh, please David forgive me and let us get past this."

"Oh, I forgive you Doris there is really nothing to forgive except a little misguided deceit. Problem is with the rest of it. You see I don't love you never have--guess I never could." 

"You don't mean that David it's your anger talking."

I could not help, but laugh. "Do I seem angry? Let me assure you I am not. I have spent the last nineteen plus years locked into this marriage. It wasn't all bad. It was a gilded cage of sorts, but now the door is open, and I am walking through that door with gratitude to you for finally setting me free."




Jail Breaking



"David please you don't mean that. I won't let you divorce me over something so minor after all the years of loving devotion I have given you."

"Do as you please I am leaving. I have it all worked out, your hold on me was pure guilt, and now I have none. You wanted an open marriage, and I am giving you the most open marriage you can have. Namely one without the encumbrance of a husband," with that said, I stood up and began to leave.

"What will you tell our daughters?" she said now turning angry. 

"Goodbye is all I will say to those sluts. I wish to God I could believe they were not mine, but considering how they are and what my mother is I have no doubts. So Goodbye is what I have for them and nothing more."

Then I stopped and thought that was not true. 

"My girl's the little ones I will always have. They are locked in my heart they never grew up. They are still wondering whether the ducklings will get across the street," I said.

With that, I left a weeping wife and descended the stair. Of course, my mother backed by my father tried to stop me leaving. 

"Where are you going," Mom demanded.

"Good question for which I don't have an answer, But I assume a lot of places I am twenty years overdue for a visit," I said.

"So you are just going to run away because life did not go your way," she said.

"No I am leaving to find a life, the one I've been missing."

"Oh, please David be sensible all you have is here everyone who loves you is right here. Everything we ever did was for you don't let some silly male pride ruin your life. You have no life without us. How will you live? Who will take care of you?"

"If you leave there maybe be no way back—son. Think what that means. Doris has been good to you. We all know how dependent you are," my Father said.

"Sorry, but I am already gone you just didn't notice. The key was in the lock, it just needed to be turned," I said.

With that, I gave my mother a tender kiss on the cheek and left with a broad wave to the others and a firm goodbye. I left my wife, daughters, siblings and parents. I was free. I was alone, but in reality I had always been alone on the inside and I would not be lonely long. The older but not fat man had the greatest aphrodisiac in existence, money millions worth of physical attraction. I was cashing out and heading to the farthest most decadent places I could find. I was trading in one old whore for as many young ones as I could handle. I had broken jail after twenty years and a new different world awaited. 



 This is where I end the story, I know that I will get all manner of comments telling me it is not complete. But you need to use your imagination what would you do with your freedom and lots of cash whatever that is will be better than I will write. 



Jail House



I was arrested for a crime I didn't commit. My husband was killed and I was accused of being the killer. Sure I stood to inherit millions, but I didn't know that at the time. I was in Toronto when he was killed, and even though I had a strong alibi, they arrested me anyway. The officers told me it was for my own protection, but I knew they thought I was guilty. I at least had my own cell, away from the rest of the prisoners, but I just wanted to go home.

"Callie, your lawyer, Gary, is here! Come on, you only get an hour with him. You know that. Move it!" The guard told me. I stood up; she shackled me, and led me to the visitors' room. He told her to remove the shackles, as I was actually going to be placed in a safe house. I was shocked—I was accused of killing the love of my life and I get out of jail? I asked him what happened and he informed me that they had verified my alibi, but there was a person of interest, so they wanted to move me to a safe house because the person had connections on the inside. He told me not only would I be in a safe house, I would be allowed to work, but under an assumed name and only from home. I gathered my things and said goodbye to the guards, then headed off to my "new home."

When I arrived, I was introduced to my "husband," Jake, an officer who was twenty two years old. I asked Gary who would believe that I was married to him, a woman who was ten years his senior. "Callie, relax. Everyone here thinks you're only a year or two older. You look that young anyway. Jake will take good care of you. If you need anything, tell him or call me. There is a credit card for you to use to buy some personal items. You two are to act like newlyweds. Take him with you. I'll come over later." And with that he kisses me on the cheek and leaves.

I turn to look at Jake. He is as nervous as I am. We start to get to know each other, like birthdays and such. My assumed name is Tess, and we had been married only two weeks. That was the easy part. The hard part would be the "sex" part. We're supposed to be so much in love that we go at it almost nonstop. I was so shy because even my husband hadn't seen me naked. He would just tell me he wanted it, pull it out, have me sit on him till he was done and then we'd go about our business. There was no passion in our marriage, it was an arranged marriage. He liked my submissiveness; I was very shy about my body.

Jake told me that we didn't have to have sex today, but he'd at least like for me to show him my body so if one of his buddies asked, he could say how sexy I was. I said okay; just let me get a shower. He joined me in "our" room and watched me undress. I felt shy, but he told me that I was beautiful. He left the room and I jumped in the shower. I loved the feel of the water on my skin, though I had to get used to showering alone. He came to check on me and found me crying. "Tess, Hun, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

I told him I felt alone, that the three months in jail had changed me. I told him all my fears and he said, "Why don't I join you in the shower? I'll wear my swim trunks and I won't touch you, I promise, unless you want me to!" I agreed, feeling I could trust him. He joined me, and true to his word, he was a total gentleman. I did notice the tent in his pants, though. I could tell he was attracted to me, but he didn't do anything other than smile. 

I get out of the shower and got dressed in the clothes that had been picked up from my apartment, jeans and a tee shirt. Jake was still in the shower, so I went to check on him. What I saw was Jake stroking a beautiful ten inch monster. I started drooling, thinking of the things I could do to him, or even better, what he could do to me! Jake looked up and started blushing. "You weren't supposed to see that, but I guess I wasn't supposed to see your hand down your jeans either. Can I give you a hand?"

I smiled sheepishly, "Sure, let me go in the room." I went back to the room, dropped my jeans and waited. He came in, his cock leading the way. "Callie, I mean Tess, you are amazingly beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that? I wanted to fuck you senseless as soon as I saw your beautiful body, but from what Gary told me, you were assaulted while you were in jail. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't wahhhhh..." He was interrupted but my mouth on his cock, slurping and sucking as I bobbed up and down on it. 

"I'm sorry, Jake. I need to go!" I ran from the room, grabbing my jeans and shoes as I left. I ran into a second room and fingered myself senseless, but no release came. Oh why did I have to be paired with such a sexy man? Why did he have to have a huge mammoth cock and rock hard abs? How am I going to live with him and not want to ride him every night until we collapse?

Jake knocked on the door and said, "Tess, baby, come on out. We need to talk. We got off on the wrong foot. Gary's here and we need to go shopping for clothes for you. Please, baby, come out!" I told him I needed to talk to him alone, to tell Gary to wait in the living room and come back. Gary went to the living room and Jake came in. "What do you need?"

I uncovered myself and told him I needed him to help me get off, that seeing him naked made me so horny that I couldn't handle it on my own. With a smile, Jake climbed on the bed. "Before I help you with that, let me try something else first." With that, he leaned over and kissed me. I was slow to respond, but soon I was sucking his tongue into my mouth and was feeling even more wet. "Jake, please, help me. I need you to make me cum. I want you buried deep in me. I want you to make me yours. Make me feel like a real woman!"

Jake wasted no time sliding down my body and shoving his tongue into my slit. I came almost instantly, being so aroused that one touch sent me over the edge. Over and over I came, not noticing that he had stopped licking and had slid toward my opening. "Tess, baby, we can keep going or stop for now. Just tell me now. I want to make love to you, but I don't know if that's what you want. I only want you to be happy." Just then, Gary came in, and seeing me naked, Jake between my legs, backed out. "I didn't know you two were getting better acquainted. Please forgive me!"

Jake said we could wait, but Gary couldn't, so we got dressed and went out to dinner with Gary. He couldn't stop looking at me, lust in his eyes. After dinner, Jake, Gary, and I went to the mall to find me some clothes. Jake and I held hands, kissed, and played the whole newlywed act. I told Gary we'd meet him at the food court; that I had something I wanted to look at with my "husband." He agreed, and off we went to Frederick's of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret. I tried on sexy lingerie, nightgowns, and teddies. Jake said buy it all and I did. One thing I kept on, though, was the corset. I told Jake that with his permission, I was going to fuck Gary tonight. Jake agreed, but only if he got to watch. 

We met up with Gary, who was looking rather worried because I had lots of bags. I had bought regular clothes and shoes, too, but he only saw the lingerie bags. I told him I was tired and we were going home. He drove us back, walked us in and joined us for a nightcap. I went upstairs and put my bags in Jake and my room. I took my dress off, leaving my corset, garter belt, thong, and pantyhose on. I slipped into my robe and slippers and came downstairs. I walked over to Gary and opened my robe. "You like?"  

"Tess, this is wrong. You're married to Jake and I'm, um, not allowed to touch. I can watch, but must never touch, no matter how hard you make me." Gary stumbled. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my crotch, whispering, "Remember, Gary, this is all pretend. You can fuck me senseless, Jake doesn't mind. He just wants to watch. If you smell or even taste your finger, you'll see that I am very wet. I want you, Gary. I always get what I want." I leaned over and kissed him. He broke off the kiss by running out the front door. 

"Jake? Help me upstairs, please. Help me, any way you can. I am so fucking horny, I need release!!" Jake obliged, carrying me upstairs. He placed me on the bed, slowly untied my robe, and just steps back. "You are truly beautiful. I can't believe I get to be with a beautiful woman like you..." He started before his phone rang.

"Sir, yes sir, I know sir, but... Yes sir I understand. Goodnight Sir." He hung up and walked out of the room, leaving me wet, horny, and needing a cock in me. I followed him, trying to get his attention, but he ignored me. I grabbed his phone from the nightstand, looked at the phone and saw my stepfather's number. Why the fuck was he calling Jake? Oh shit, He wants my husband's money and my cunt. 

When Alex (my husband) and I were married, he never "popped my cherry." My stepfather had had my sisters, but I fought him off until I moved out. He'd been following me ever since. I thought when Alex died, he'd leave me alone, but I guess not. I grabbed Jake, swung him around, and kissed him hard. "How much? How much is he paying you to keep me safe, to keep your hands off of me? I will double it. He's got children from my five sisters, he doesn't need me. Please, Jake, I need this. I need you. Help me help you!"

I ran off, hiding in the library. I started to notice all the cameras in the house, microphones hidden in plants and ceiling fans. I leaned up against a bookcase and suddenly find a hidden room behind the wall. I found out this is a house my husband had lived in when he and I were dating. I found his journal and sat down to read it. "I really like Callie, she's smart and beautiful. Her stepfather wants us to get married, but he doesn't want me to take her virginity. He wants me to only use the tip of my cock to fuck her and to ignore her otherwise so he can have her. Callie, my love, if you ever find this, know that I want to fuck you to submission, but Robert would kill me if I do. If you read this and I'm dead, look in the hidden bedroom downstairs. There you will find all the videos of our business arrangement, including his handing over $50 million for a "business" deal. The account book, as well as my last will and testament is in the top drawer. Use it to leave the country. I love you, Callista Renee! Signed, Alexander Bryant Jacobs"

I explored the hidden area, finding a hidden bedroom, office, and study. Apparently, Robert (my stepfather) had the place bugged while Alex and I were dating. I looked through the 2-way mirror and saw Jake on the phone with Robert. "Sir, she's gone. I can't find her. When I do, though, I'm not going to tell you. I will fuck her silly first. I love her, and she loves me. She wants me to take her, fully and willingly. I don't care about the money. I care about her. Leave us alone!" and he hung up the phone. 

I pushed on the hidden latch and motioned silently to Jake. He came in and I showed him the journal, the bank book, and the videos of Robert trying to bribe Alex. "Jake, I want you—there are no cameras in here. I have a plan to fool him into confessing everything if you'll go with it!" I told him my plan and he agreed. He went out the hidden door, went next door and talked to the neighbor. The hidden room was actually a house between the neighbor's house and ours, and was attached to both homes. I knocked on the door and after a while, she answered. She gave me a complete makeover including putting me in a red wig and giving me color contacts so my eyes were green. Jake went home as planned and Sharon brought me over to "introduce" me as her niece, Georgia. Tess had supposedly been missing for a week, and Sharon said she understood that men have needs. She had talked to me and asked me to "keep him company and take care of his needs." She told me to be good and walked away winking.

He and I sat there and talked before he leaned over and kissed me. I reached over and started rubbing his cock thru his jeans, making sure he was enjoying himself. "Georgie, would you take me into your mouth and suck me off? Tess used to do that for me and I miss her so bad. Please let me fuck your mouth!" I agreed and sucked him slowly at first, then faster until he told me to stop and let him return the favor. He ate me out so thoroughly that I squirted all over his face. He leaned in and whispered, "Are you ready to feel like a real woman for the first time in your life, Callie? You want me to fuck your little pussy til you scream? I am ready to take you to new heights, my love, and marry you once we are done with Robert. Will you be mine?" I nodded and said out loud, "Jake, I don't think I can make it to your room, could you just take me on the landing? I'll be good, I promise!!"

Robert came in then. He asked Jake if he could fuck me first. Jake told him No, but he could watch if he wanted to. He said ok and Jake started back eating my pussy, making me cum all over again. He looked up at me and I started begging Jake to fuck me right there on the couch. "I will do as you wish, dear. Hold on, let me take off my pants." He dropped his pants, grabbed my legs, and plowed into my cunt fast. At first it hurt, but it felt amazing. "Yes, Jake, Fuck me faster! Make me cum baby!! OOOOHHHH GAAAAWWWWDDD!!!" I started shaking so violently that the wig fell off. Robert saw me getting plowed by the man who promised not to touch me. He was so pissed he tried to pull Jake off of me, but couldn't. 

"You slut! You were supposed to let me have your cherry. I wanted to have you. Why do you think your husband didn't want you? I told him to leave you alone; I made it worth his while. I killed him when he told me he was going to take your cherry when you came back from Toronto. I'm getting away with it too!! No one will know because if you try to turn me in, you'll have no proof!!" He stated. I got up, put on my robe, and hit him, hard. I went upstairs, knowing that he'd follow me. Jake called his fellow officers, and as I was fighting to get my stepfather of me, Jake went into the hidden room where we had taped the confession. When the officers arrived, Jake led them upstairs to arrest Robert,finding him buck-ass naked and tied up with his own belt. 

Jake and I fucked all night, all day, and all the next night. Robert was charged with rape, murder and never saw the light of day. Gary was charged with withholding information and charged as an accomplice. All in all, it worked out well. Alex left me a rich woman; I never had to work again. I spent the rest of my life being fucked well and loved too! 



Jail Time



Long days and even longer nights. Stupid mistakes landed me here. I thought it was worth it, but it wasn't. I roll over on the cardboard they call a mattress and stared at the bottom of a metal empty bunk above me.

How did I get here? Funny you should ask. A little too much to drink and the wrong crowd equals a bad combination. I was with a group of friends that held up a gas station. I really don't remember anything but the video has me right there. I was convicted and now I only have to serve a year. No one was hurt, and I didn't have a weapon, and even in the video you can see how unsteady I am on my feet.

I pull the tiny sheet over my head and wish for sleep. I have been here for four months now and I have too much time left to even count. I have heard the other women, tending to each other and themselves at night. But I can't. I can wait. I am only here for a short time.

Yet even as I try and convince myself that, I can feel the burning desire. The soft moans echoing down the empty halls, the muffled cries of pleasure. The guards don't really bother them. As long as it's at night and consensual, the guards pretend to never hear it. My hand traces idlely over my soft belly, wishing that I had someone to touch me that way. Then with a groan I roll over and put the pillow over my head.

The days drag on, the nights even longer. I don't know how much longer I can wait. Every night it gets harder not to give into to join the ranks of those that seek the release. The momentary freedom, of not being confined within these walls, of being lost so completely in yourself that things aren't that bad.

I see these other women, I see how much easier it is for them to cope. I can only feel the stress building in me. My chest, my very core is so tight, that I am afraid if I take a deep breath I am going to snap.

I have been pretty lucky. Most of my cellmates only lingered for a few days before I would have a day or two alone and then more fresh meat. It was like they picked the short timers just for me. To see how far they could push me before I cracked. The guards may have feigned clueless on our activities, but they took time to torture me. Or at least it felt like it. 

The few male guards seem to linger longer by my cell, taking a few moments to talk to me, their voices a constant reminder of what I miss. Sometimes wishing they would just come through the bars and have me. They must have known my desperation, my longing. Even my dreams were out to get me. I hit my rack out of frustration. Sex is taking over. If I even see a male, I can feel my body respond, its slick wetness begging to be entered...

"Grrrrr..." 6 long months down, I don't know if I can make the next six. This is just getting to be too much. I have noticed that I have started flirting with the male guards, even started noticing a few of the female inmates. But, I can't give in. I made it this far, I can make it.... I can make it.

Halfway through month six is when I finally gave in. Laying back in the small rack, the top one empty, I let my hands slowly explore my belly and chest. My nipples aching for touch as my gentle fingers pinch them lightly sending a small moan. Biting my lip my hands explore, teasing me. My chest full in my hands, I imagine a guy behind me, his hardness pressed against my lower back as his hands tantalize my skin. Slowly my right hand traces the trail to my sweet spot, the hot core that has been raging, begging, and slowly taking over every waking thought.

I whimper out as my right hand barely brushing my very tender button, electricity surging through me, desire becoming a haze. I never hear the footsteps approaching my cell; never feel the eyes watching me. Slowly I insert a single finger into my slickness. I long for more but happy for this small measure. Moaning softly as the finger slips in and out slowly, though my need screaming for faster and deeper. Pushing myself slowly to a peak I stop suddenly, a key clicked in my cell door and I freeze. My breath ragged as I try to feign sleep, the blanket barely covering my nude figure beneath.

"Lets go." His voice soft and husky with desire. The cuffs were already in is hands and all I wanted to do was scream. I pulled my hand from between my legs and began to reach to the bottom of the covers for my jumper.

"Don't move." As he draws his weapon. My heart sinks. Would figure. The one time I finally give in and indulge myself a guard catches me, not any guard a fucking male guard. And now he wants to shoot me, and not in that happy fun way.

I lay very still as he approaches me. I close my eyes and hold my breath. Quickly he tugs the sheet from my form revealing that I am naked. With an exasperated sigh I remain unmoving, honestly not wanting to be shot. His gun still pointing at me, he licks his lips, desire burning in him as fiercely as it had haunted me. 

Letting out my breath slowly, I open my eyes. I feel so ashamed that not only did he catch the ONE time I decided to play, but also now I am naked before him with a gun drawn on me. The night air is cool on my skin as I try to keep myself from shivering.

"Stand up slowly and turn around placing your hands behind your head."

I get up and reach for my jumper.

"Stop! Don't make me shoot you. I said, stand up slowly and turn around placing your hands behind your head. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir." My voice now beginning to shake as I slide slowly from the bed, trying to remove the evidence that I had been touching myself by trailing it along the sheet. Then standing before him I turn slowly and place my hand behind my head. I can't believe I am in this. I can't believe I am standing here naked.

With a click and a quick twist I feel the handcuffs secured to my wrist and him pulling the other hand to my lower back and cuffing me. I lean my head forward with a slight thud on the side of the top bunk. I can't believe this. Naked and cuffed, caught in the middle of something that I didn't want to be caught at, and it's a male that caught me to top it off.

"Lets go." As he tugs roughly on my cuffed wrists.

"No, please..." my voice now at a whisper, "can I at least get some clothes on?"

"Lets go." As he tugs harder. My knees growing weak as I feel the shame of being naked and about to be walked down a long hallway. One never knows who could be awake and if they will see me, worse, what is this guard going to do to me?

"Please..." I whimper out to him, tears flooding my eyes. He picks up the sheet and tosses it over my naked form. Now I don't even know where he will take me.

"Lets go. And I am not going to say it again." With that he pulls me out of the cell and pushes me to the bars, his hip in my back as he shuts the door and locks it back up. I bite my lip and blindly follow where he leads me. I just want this to be over.

Wondering if this is what it is like for those on death row. The long walk to no where, not seeing not really knowing... the sheet and dark halls obscured my vision and any sense of direction I might have.

He pulled my wrists to him as I came to an abrupt stop, a buzz and a click he pushes me forward again. I don't care any more, I just want this over. I promise myself never to touch myself again. This isn't worth it.

Finally he brings me to a stop and shoves me down. With a thud I sit harshly on a bench. The sheet still crudely draped over me like a misshapen ghost costume.

"Please..." I begin to beg softly. I am answered with a sharp smack across my cheek. Seeing stars and hearing buzzing in my ears I can't help but to slump to the side. I can faintly hear whispering. After taking a few deep breaths and getting my mind focused I sit up again.

I hear movement but can't see past the sheet. My ankles are grabbed and secured with shackles. And not the easy ones, the ones that have chains, I can feel the metal bar between, I can't put my ankles together.

A whimper escapes as I am tugged to my feet and lead to another room. Trying not to cry I decide it best just to get this over with. My stomach touches a table and I stop, unable to go further.

"Bend over." a male voice instructs. I lean over the table with a thud of my forehead on the cool metal.

My hands are uncuffed only to be placed above me stretching me out more. The final clicks as I am locked into place. Thankful that the sheet not only protects me from the cool metal table but allows me to hide from my captors. Tears begin to silently stream down my cheeks as I await the nightmare to end. Rough finger plunge deep inside me and I try to pull away. The fingers then exiting I can't help but to gasp.

"Look, she's already soaking wet."

"I told you I caught her."

"Well let's show her how to finish..."

"Nooooo.... Please" I sobbed out from underneath the sheet. Which was only answered with the sting of what felt like a leather belt across my ass.

Then came the volley. Strike after strike I stammered and stuttered and just broke down in tears. The fire of my ass burning intensely through my body where it just became this numb throb. The whipping finally ceased and again rough fingers plunged into me.

"Damn, she soaking wet." The fingers thrust in rougher, again and again. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me. I was hot enough before all this and now they were determined to drive me crazy.

Two fingers drove deeper and deeper inside of me, my back arching to them, wanting to have more and more. I wanted to beg them to fuck me, beg them to stop... I was just going to beg. Yet I bit down on my lip and endured the waves of pleasure that were building.

Then it stopped suddenly. I was sweating beneath the thin sheet, my weight now fully on the table, my breathing ragged as I tried to regain my composure. Then I felt the cool tip at my entrance, my mind immediately going to what it might be... a baton. Fuck.

Slowly they pushed it past my entrance and deep inside of me. They started out slow. The steady thrusts of the baton pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Then their pace began to quicken. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The once cold baton was now hot and slick with my juices. 

I screamed out as I orgasmed, yet they pushed faster and harder. Wave after wave consumed me and soon... so did unconsciousness. I don't know how long I was out, but I awoke to be laying on my back. My hands and arms still chained down, the sheet covering only my face. I turned my head to the side and groaned as I tried to reorient myself.

"Welcome back" a gruff voice whispered in my ear. I sighed and looked up to the ceiling. The white sheet my only saving grace.

I felt hands on my thighs, on my breasts, across my stomach. Many hands clawing at me, touching me, exploring me. Fingers delved deep inside of me, another finger finding my ass and slowly pushing inside.

I groaned from the pain, from the pleasure, from the overwhelming amount of sexual stimulants happening at once. Soon my body was rocking in their rhythm, wanting to take all they would give. Hands abruptly stopped.

My ankles were unshackled, my hands uncuffed. Weakly they sat me up. Trembling and weak from all that had happened, I leaned on the shoulder before me. With no fit left, my body covered in perspiration my hands were again cuffed behind my back and I was lead to someone lap.

Forced to straddle him, I felt him enter. His thickness filling every inch of me and possibly more. He thrust were rapid and hungry. Taking me vigorously, my body bouncing on his lap, hands from behind me roughly fondling my breast.

I screamed out as I orgasmed yet again. My body being put through the paces. These unknown faces having their way with me. I felt his hot sperm splatter against my insides, his final thrust and I am lifted from him and placed on another.

I lost count to how many times my poor body was used. That fire that had burned in me for 6 months had finally been satiated. The men done with me a smaller gentler hand lead me stumbling to the showers. 

The sheet was removed, but it was pitch black. Cold water showered over my abused and well used body. My hands still cuffed I could only stand there and enjoy the water. In my haze the female pushed me to the side and again down on a bench. Kneeling before me she opened my thighs and began inspecting.

"You will be just fine...." With that she leans in her tongue lapping over my delicate folds. My mind shattered at her gentleness, how her warm tongue probed deep inside my core. Swirling and tasting and healing all the damage the rough men had wrought upon my body.

I moaned as I began to climax again. Her breath warm against my skin she bit lightly on my swollen bud, my body instantly responding... flooding her with sweetness. She lapped up my juices and left me there. 

I couldn't believe how well used I was. And surprisingly, I felt better. I slumped over and closed my eyes. 

I vaguely remember the cuffs being removed, and a kiss being pressed to my lips as a strong male lifted me in his arms and carried me back to my cell. He laid me on the bed and covered me, my jumper next to the bed.

My body well used and satiated I gave into sleep wondering when I might get another midnight adventure...