I got sent to the hole in January of 2013, seven months after I got locked up. The solitude was a nice break after being in a fifty-man dorm for so long. I had everything I needed, I got to keep my commissary, I had plenty of books, and I actually got my newspaper on time for once.
My second night there, I was at my little desk writing when a CO did a walkthrough. I looked up just as the little door that blocked the window was being closed. I didn’t give it a second thought and went back to writing. Then I heard keys in the tray slot on the door, and it opened. I looked over, and LaPanta was looking in at me. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.
I got up and walked over to the door, squatted down so I could see her, and replied, “It’s all just a big misunderstanding.
“How long did you get?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet. The hearing is Monday,” I told her
“Oh, ok, well, see you later. I need to get back to my rounds,” she said, then shut the slot and locked it.
I found that entire exchange a little odd. I had only had one previous conversation with LaPanta. It took place about a month earlier in the pod during one of her walkthroughs. Even though I had been a bit rude, she touched my arm and laughed a little at something I had said.
There was no clock in the cell, so I had no way of judging time, but what felt like a couple of hours later, I heard keys in the slot again. I looked up, and LaPanta was at the door again. This time she was motioning for me to come to the door. “I’ve got something for you,” she said.
When I got to the door, she already had the slot open. She pulled three little cartons of orange juice out of her shirt. “Here, I snuck these outta the staff kitchen for you,” she said, handing them to me through the slot.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I thought it would be a nice change from water,” she said.
“oh, definitely,” I replied.
“You’re welcome. I gotta go. I probably won’t be back tonight, but I’ll see you tomorrow,” LaPanta said, closing the slot before I could respond.
I didn’t know what to think now. Small talk was one thing, but sneaking OJ to me seemed to be crossing a line. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I could do nothing about it now, so I went back to writing and enjoying some OJ. After what seemed like another few hours had passed, with no LaPanta, I decided to get some sleep before breakfast. I laid down on my bunk, got comfortable, and started stroking my cock, thinking about LaPanta. After I got off, I went to sleep.
The next thing I knew, the tray slot was opened. It was breakfast time. I got up and ate, then went right back to sleep. My routine was sleeping all day, getting up to eat, then staying up after dinner. I would read my paper, do the puzzles, then read a book until the bright lights turned off. Then I’d usually spend the rest of the night writing. Today was no different. After dinner, I read my paper and worked on the daily crossword puzzle when I heard keys at my door out of nowhere. I looked over just as the door opened and saw LaPanta standing there with handcuffs and ankle shackles. “What’s going on?” I asked.
“You want a shower?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, laying my paper down and grabbing my shower stuff.
LaPanta came into the cell once I was ready. I was on my knees, on my bunk, facing the wall with my hands behind my back. She began cuffing me.
“Aren’t you supposed to have a male CO with you?” I asked.
“We’re short-staffed. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?” LaPanta asked.
“Nope. If you’re good with it, so am I,” I replied.
She finished cuffing me. “Ok, c’mon,” she said.
I walked up the hallway to the shower with LaPanta behind me. Once I was there, I stood in the doorway, waiting for her to uncuff me. When she was done, she said, “When you’re finished, just knock on the door. I’ll sit out here and wait on you.”
“Ok,” I replied.
I thought I saw her peeking through the window a couple of times while I was showering. I dismissed it as wishful thinking. I’m sure she had no interest in me. Once I was finished in the shower, I took my time drying off. I got dressed and knocked on the door. LaPanta opened it and wasted no time cuffing me again to take me back to my cell.
Once I was back in my cell, on the bunk and my knees again, it seemed like LaPanta was rubbing my calves a little unnecessarily. I didn’t say anything. It had to all be in my head. Why would she want to rub my legs? She finally removed all of the cuffs and went to the door. “If you need anything, feel free to ask,” she said.
After what I thought had just happened, what could it hurt to be a little flirty? “You can’t help with what I need,” I told her, laughing a little.
“You might be surprised,” she replied quickly, just before she closed the door.
I just sat on my bunk for a moment. That was not the answer I had expected from her. I concluded that I was reading too much into it. She was just flirty too. I went back to my crossword puzzle and pushed her out of my mind.
The rest of the evening was just like any other. When the lights went out, and it was just the night light, I started writing. Not long after I started, I heard keys at the slot again. When I looked over, LaPanta was there. She slid three more OJs through the door slot. “I’d bring more, but three is all I can get in my shirt without being obvious,” she said.
“Thank you,” I told her. “But after last night, this isn’t very surprising.”
“You didn’t ask for anything else,” she said.
“I didn’t ask for these either,” I said.
“Do you want anything else?” LaPanta asked.
“I wouldn’t mind a little company,” I told her.
“I bet,” she said, shutting the slot.
Now I was confused. Had I crossed a line? Or was I reading too much into everything? I went back to writing and enjoyed my OJs throughout the night. I didn’t see LaPanta anymore that night. If she was the one doing the walkthroughs, she didn’t linger at my door. I decided to get some sleep before breakfast came.
The unlocking noise that woke me up seemed different than usual. I didn’t feel like I had been asleep very long. I was pretty groggy. When my senses started coming back to me, I realized that only the night light was still on. I looked over at the door, expecting breakfast to be in the slot. Instead of breakfast, there was another inmate. I couldn’t tell because of the loose-fitting orange and white striped jumpsuit, but it looked like a woman. Whoever it was had long blonde hair.
I sat up about halfway. “Uh…” was all I could get out.
I rubbed my eyes, and when I looked again, LaPanta was looking back at me, smiling. “Surprised now?” she asked.
“Huh? What’s going on?” I asked.
“You said you wanted some company,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bunk beside my legs. “Now scoot over and make some room for me.”
Whoever had let her in had shut the door behind her and was now locking it. “Is this real? What time is it?” I asked, sitting up.
“Yes, this is real. It’s almost six a.m. Breakfast should be here soon,” LaPanta replied. “I hope you don’t mind sharing.
“Sharing? What do you mean?” I asked, just now starting to wake up and realize what was going on.
“I can’t get extra food. The inmates can’t know I’m in here with you. My shift is over, and the daytime COs are ok with me being in here, but extra food would give it away,” she explained.
“Yeah, ok. That makes sense,” I replied.
Before I had finished my sentence, the tray slot opened, and my breakfast tray was in the slot. I picked it up and set it on the desk. “You can have it if you want. I’m not very hungry. I just want to go back to sleep,” I told her.
LaPanta looked at me funny. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, laying back down, still not fully grasping what was going on.
I don’t know if she ate anything. I was drifting in and out of sleep. It wasn’t until I heard the tray slot open again that I opened my eyes. This time the bright light was on. I looked at the door and saw a tray sitting there. I thought I must have dreamt LaPanta coming into the cell. When I moved to sit up, I saw her sitting at the desk, looking back at me. I looked back at the door just in time to see the tray disappear and the slot slam shut. “You really are here?” I asked, shocked.
“Sure am,” she replied, smiling.
“So… uh…” was all I could manage to get out.
LaPanta stood up. “Are you going to make room for me? She asked, grabbing her jumpsuit and pulling the snap buttons apart. She let go, moved her shoulders down, and let the jumpsuit fall to the floor. She was standing there in nothing more than a blue, lacy bra and matching panties.
I didn’t say a word. I just moved over on my bunk, making plenty of room for LaPanta to lay beside me. LaPanta laid down beside me on her side with her back to me. There were a few inches between us. The bunk wasn’t built for two, and even though there was enough room for us to spoon comfortably, I was a little nervous. “Can you cover me up?” she asked. “I’m a little chilly.”
I put my blanket over her. I had a special blanket from medical because I was allergic to the cheap, wool issued blankets. Once the blanket was on her, she grabbed it and snuggled up in it, sliding back to me. My back was on the wall. There was nowhere for me to go. “Don’t be shy now,” she said.
“I’m… uh…” I still didn’t know what to say.
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable out of your jumpsuit?” she asked.
I didn’t say a word. I quickly sat up, pulled the buttons apart, and fought my way out of my jumpsuit as fast as possible. I laid back down behind her. I could feel the heat of her body warming the front of me. My cock was already hard and seemed to have a mind of its own. It started to jump wildly in anticipation before finding its way out of the fly of my boxers, smacking her on the ass softly. I felt skin. She was wearing a thong.
“You can hold me,” she said.
I put one arm around and slid my other arm under her. She wiggled back to me, helping my hard cock find its way between her ass cheeks.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a woman?” she asked,
“Uh… oh… about, uh… seven months,” I said.
“You’re not going to last long, are you?” she asked.
“Probably not,” I replied.
She moved her arms and wiggled a little, pulling her panties down just enough so that I could get to her pussy. “Ok, well, let’s get this slippery one out,” she said.
She spread her legs enough to reach back between them and grab my cock. LaPanta quickly adjusted my throbbing dick to the entrance of her pussy. I was so close I could feel the wet heat of her cunt. “You do want to fuck me, don’t you?” LaPanta asked.
“Oh, god, yes,” I replied.
No sooner than I had finished my sentence, I felt her hand on the tip of my cock, she pushed up a little, adjusted her hips, and I was inside of her. At first, just the tip of my prick was inside her. It was like I had forgotten what to do. She reached back and pulled my hip forward. That was all it took. I grabbed her hip and started to fuck her slowly. I hugged her with the arm I had under her, holding her tight. I continued to fuck her slowly, enjoying how she felt. Savoring my first piece of pussy in nearly seven months. LaPanta’s pussy felt wonderful. She was tight, but not too tight. She was perfectly wet, not too sloppy, and she felt very hot. As much as I wanted it to last, I couldn’t hold out.
“I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” I asked her.
“In me,” LaPanta replied quickly, putting a hand back on my hip and pulling me to her. “Cum inside me.”
Not even two strokes later, I shot a massive load in her pussy. I know I dumped at least eight pumps into her. I was starting to think I wouldn’t stop. LaPanta noticed it too. “You came a lot. Do you feel better?” she asked.
“You have no idea,” I told her.
“Good. Let’s get some sleep. You’ll need it later,” she said.
I tried to pull out of her. She pushed back on me. “Stay inside me. I like the way you feel. Plus, it’ll be less messy,” she said.
I didn’t argue. I put my arm back around her, pulled her tight, snuggled up to the first woman I’d held in seven or more months, and drifted off to sleep. It felt really good having a woman beside me and my cock inside her.
The next thing I knew, the slot opening woke me up. It was lunchtime, and of course, LaPanta was still in my arms. She had nowhere else to go. My dick had gone soft and was in a cold mixture of my cum and LaPanta’s pussy juices, which had leaked down between us.
“Let me up. I’ll get that,” LaPanta said.
I let go of her, and she got up, pulling her panties up as she did. She got the lunch tray out of the slot and gently placed it on the desk. This was the first time I was fully awake and aware enough to get a good look at her body. LaPanta was indeed beautiful. Once she was standing, I noticed that her titties were much larger than they looked in her uniform. Also, her ass was sexy as hell. Nice and round, perfectly shaped. “I know you’ve got to be hungry,” she said.
“Not really. I usually don’t eat until dinner,” I replied.
“That’s all you eat?” she asked, a little shocked.
“No. I eat again later. I have plenty of stuff from commissary,” I told her.
“Well, none of this looks very good. Do you have enough for me too?” she asked.
“Of course,” I assured her.
“You normally sleep all day, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I can stay up since you’re here,” I told her.
“No worries. I could go back to sleep too. I’m used to sleeping until about four in the afternoon,” she said.
“That’s about dinnertime. How long do you plan on staying?” I asked.
“We’ve got time to rest,” she replied.
The tray slot opened back up. “They don’t give you guys much time to eat, huh?” she asked.
“Not really, but they don’t give us a lot to eat either. Plus, it isn’t that good. So, it works out,” I said.
When the tray slot shut, LaPanta went over to the toilet. “I have to pee. Is this thing clean?” she asked.
“Of course. I cleaned everything the day they put me in here,” I assured her.
She sat down on the steel toilet. “Holy shit! It’s so cold,” she said.
“Hurry up then, and I’ll warm you back up,” I said.
LaPanta sat there for a moment, then spread her legs to wipe. Before I could get a glimpse of her pussy LaPanta was back up and pulling her panties up. “Why don’t you just leave those off? It’ll probably be easier,” I told her.
LaPanta smiled from ear to ear. Her wavy blonde hair framed her face. I couldn’t believe how cute she was. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her waistband and wiggled out of her panties. She stepped out of them with one foot, then used the other foot to toss them at me playfully. I put them under the blanket behind me. She just stood there for a second, letting me admire her. Her pussy was shaved bald. I have to admit. She had the sexiest pussy I’d seen in a long time. I held up the blankets for her, and she giggled as she crawled back onto the bunk. I was on my side, my back on the wall like before. “Lay on your back,” I told her.
There was just enough room on the bunk for her to lay next to me. My arm was under her neck. There was no pillow. I pulled the blanket over her, and she cuddled up next to me. “You wanna cum in me again before we go back to sleep?” LaPanta asked, just above a whisper.
“Sure, but do you mind if I finger your pussy a little first?” I asked.
“No, I don’t mind,” she replied.
I reached down with my free hand and touched her pussy. To my surprise, she wasn’t very wet. Her pussy lips were soft yet firm. I parted them with two fingers, gently rubbing her pussy-hole, trying to spread her wetness. It didn’t take long for her to begin to get wetter. I slowly started to ease my finger into her. LaPanta’s hand found its way to my cock. She started stroking me, slowly and gently. She began to tighten her grip the deeper my fingers went into her cunt. It wasn’t long before her entire pussy was nice and wet. I had my fingers buried in her as deep as they would go, and I was rubbing her g-spot while using my palm to apply pressure to her clit. I had my head laid next to hers on the bunk. I was almost lost to the amazing feeling of playing with her tight pussy, being gently stroked, and sleep. Then I heard her breathless pleading, barely above a whisper. “Fuck me… please… please, fuck me,” she was saying as she started to move her hips.
I pulled my fingers out of her and grabbed her leg closest to me, lifting it. “Lift your leg,” I told her.
LaPanta lifted her leg. She let go of my cock and held her leg in place. It didn’t take much for me to adjust my hips so that my prick was splitting her pussy lips practically at the entrance to her enticing twat. My cock wouldn’t stop jumping around, brushing her wet pussy lips, teasing us both. She angled her hips a little better, reached down, grabbed my cock, and helped me get in her pussy.
This time I started fucking her a little faster than I had before. I still had an arm under her. I was using my other hand to help hold her leg up. Once LaPanta started to moan, I began to slow down, going deep in her and holding it there a little longer.
“You feel so fucking good,” I told her.
“Oh, god, so do you,” she said, putting a hand on my face. “Can I kiss you?”
I didn’t answer her. I just leaned in and started kissing her. Her tongue wasted no time finding its way into my mouth. My cock started throbbing inside of her, and I felt her cunt start to clench around me. LaPanta began to moan into my mouth. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum again. Where do you want it this time?” I asked.
“In me. I want your cum in me,” LaPanta replied, almost begging.
I lost it before she even finished her sentence, exploding into her again. “Wow, you feel amazing,” I said, looking into her eyes.
“You feel pretty good yourself. What do you say we take another nap until dinner gets here?” she asked.
“Sounds good to me,” I told her.
“Ok, stay still. I’ll move, and you shouldn’t come out of me,” she said.
I let go of her leg, and she maneuvered carefully onto her side without my cock slipping out of her. If I hadn’t already started to go limp, I would have fucked her again. Once we were spooning, again she backed up against me, pushing me to the wall. I couldn’t believe it felt so good to have her in my arms. It felt even better being inside of her. I drifted off to sleep with no problem.
I woke up before dinnertime. My cock was hard and still between LaPanta’s legs. Her legs, and my cock, were still very wet. It didn’t take a whole lot of effort for me to find my way back into her slick pussy. I went in slowly, going deep and just staying there. I put a hand on her hip and began fucking her gently. I wasn’t sure if she was awake, and part of me wanted her to be asleep. Moments later, LaPanta’s moans let me know she was not only awake but enjoying my cock. She stayed perfectly still and let me use her. After a couple of minutes, I heard a quiet grunt, and she began to wiggle her ass. LaPanta pushed back on me as hard as she could. Just as we started to get into a good rhythm, there was a key sound at the door. A few seconds later, the tray slot was open. It was dinnertime.
LaPanta got up suddenly to get the tray. When she turned around, she had the biggest shit eatin’ grin I’d ever seen. “You’re going to pay for that,” I said, trying not to laugh.
“Maybe,” she replied, sticking her tongue out and making a silly face. “Let’s eat first. I’m getting hungry. After mail call and your paper, we’ve got all night.”
“How long are you staying?” I asked.
LaPanta set the dinner tray on the desk. “Well, I’m off for two days. I thought I’d stay for a day or so. I’ll need to go home and shower before my next shift,” she said as she sat down on the edge of the bunk.
“So, you’ll be here all night?” I asked.
“Yeah, maybe until lunch tomorrow. I was hoping I could sleep in your arms a little more. It’s nice being held,” she said, looking down.
I got up. I was still wearing my boxers. I had been fucking LaPanta with my dick pulled through the fly. “Ok, well, let’s get some food in us,” I said.
I’m famished,” she said. “Is that going to be enough for both of us?”
“No, probably not, but I told you, I have plenty of food,” I said, sitting down at the desk across from her. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you do this often? Spend time with guys in the hole?” I asked her.
“Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time?” she asked.
“Probably, I don’t have any reason to doubt you. Then, why me?” I asked.
“Honestly, I like you. You’re cute, and there’s just something about you,” she replied.
“I guess that makes sense. Ok, so, you’ve never had jail food, huh?” I asked, reaching for some cups to put the food in so I could slide the tray back out.
“No, and it doesn’t look very appetizing either,” she said, scrunching her nose up.
I laughed. “It really isn’t, but I can make it a little more tolerable,” I told her.
I finished putting the food in the cups and handed her the tray. “Set this in the slot, please,” I said. “And I’m going to make the bed real quick, so don’t sit back down.”
I took the blankets off the mat and set them in a pile on the desk. I had to tighten the sheet around the mat by tying it around the corners. When I turned around to grab a blanket, I noticed that LaPanta had her arms around herself. “Are you cold?” I asked her.
LaPanta just nodded. I picked up the extra blanket, folded it to fit her better, then draped it around her shoulders. She bundled up in it and smiled. I picked up the other blanket from the desk, which caused her panties to fall to the floor.
I picked them up. LaPanta held out her hand for them. “Oh, no,” I told her, sticking them in my waistband. “You’re not getting these back until you leave. If then.”
When I finished making the bunk, the tray was gone, and the slot was closed again. The only time we’d be bothered now would be if I got any mail and when my paper came. LaPanta sat down on the bunk. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her legs in the blanket.
“You look comfy,” I said.
“I’m warming up,” she replied.
“Good. Now move. You’re in my spot,” I told her.
LaPanta laughed. “Are you serious, Sheldon?” she asked.
That was the first time anyone ever called me Sheldon, and since I had never watched that particular show, I didn’t catch the reference. “Uh… my name isn’t Sheldon, but yeah, move, lady,” I told her.
She just laughed and moved over. I sat down beside her. “I’m still hungry,” she said.
“Oh, right,” I said, hopping back up. I reached under the bunk and pulled out a couple of Pop-Tarts. “Ta-da! Breakfast,” I said.
She reached out for a pack. “Those look good,” she said excitedly.
I handed her a pack and noticed that the blanket had come open. I could see her pussy. A little of my cum was dripping out of her. I couldn’t believe my luck. How did this beautiful, sexy angel end up in my cell? LaPanta started laughing again, she was in a good mood, and I liked that. “I’ll trade ya,” she said, after taking a bite of her Pop-Tart.
“Huh?” I asked, looking down at my pack of Pop-Tarts. “They’re both strawberry, and you already took a bite anyway.”
“No. I meant I’ll eat your Pop-Tarts, and you eat my pussy,” she said.
“I think you get the better end of that deal,” I said, laughing.
“Are you sure? They’re both frosted,” she replied with a sly smile.
I didn’t respond. We sat there for a minute, eating our breakfast. After a few moments, LaPanta was the first to say anything. “So, what do we do now?” she asked before starting her second Pop-Tart.
“Well, normally, this is when I wait on my paper. Honestly, I spend a lot of time jerking off. You have no idea how often I fantasize about you while stroking my cock.”
She actually blushed a little. “You’ve been locked up too long,” she said.
“No. You are beautiful, and you are incredibly sexy,” I told her.
“Yeah, yeah. What do you have to drink?” she asked.
“Uh, I have some packets of tea and lemonade. I could make you an Arnold Palmer,” I told her.
She laughed again. “Sure, that sounds great.”
I got up and got a couple of clean cups and the drink mixes. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked her as I started to mix the drinks.
“Um… yeah, sure, I guess. Do I have to answer?” she asked.
“No. You don’t. I’m just curious. Why do you always look so sad and lonely when I see you working? I’m not trying to be mean, but you look broken,” I said.
She didn’t answer me right away. I made the drinks, sat back down, and handed her one of the cups. “Thank you,” she said. “To answer your question. I am sad and lonely. Maybe I’m broken too. I don’t know. Honestly, as crappy as it might sound, I was kind of drawn to you because I can tell you sympathize with me. No one looks at me the way you do. All of these guys look at me like they just want to get in my panties. You look at me like you care, like you want to help.”
“So, I get to get in your panties?” I asked her.
She smiled a little. “Well, I like sex too. It’s been a while for me too. About six months probably.”
“Ok, cheer up. I didn’t mean to upset you,” I told her, putting my hand on her back.
“I’m good,” she said. “I don’t know why, but you do make me feel better.”
“That’s good. I’m glad,” I told her, then finished my drink and set my cup on the desk.
“I’m done too,” LaPanta said, handing me her cup. “Set mine on the desk, too, please.”
I set her cup on the desk beside mine and sat back on the bed. I looked over at LaPanta. “How did I get so lucky?” I asked her.
She smiled, blushing again. “Do you mind if I lay down?” she asked.
“Not at all,” I told her, thinking she would put her feet across my lap. Instead, she laid down, putting her head in my lap, looking up at me.
“You really are beautiful,” I told her, moving her hair away from her face.
“You can stop,” she said. “You’ve already got me for the night.”
“Yeah, well. You are,” I said.
“Thank you. I haven’t heard that in a while,” she told me.
There were keys at the slot, and it opened. My paper was pushed through, falling on the floor, and the slot was closed again. I could reach the newspaper from where I was sitting, so I slightly leaned over and picked it up. “Are you really going to read your paper and ignore the beautiful lady on your lap?” LaPanta asked, batting her eyelashes.
“Nope. I wouldn’t dream of it. But I have a feeling I’m going to have the help of a beautiful lady while I work on my crossword puzzle,” I replied, looking down at her, smiling.
“I’m not very good with crossword puzzles,” she said.
“Ok, well,” I replied, sliding my hand under the blanket she was covered with and onto her stomach. “I have some other ideas.”
“I bet you do,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling it up to my bra. “What are they?”
I was torn. On the one hand, I love a good slut that’s willing to be used as a fuckdoll. On the other hand, LaPanta was self admittedly broken. Just using her would only break her down further. She needed someone to make love to her, to show her that she was special. “Do you mind if we talk a little first?” I asked. “I’d kinda like to get to know you a little better.
“Uh, yeah, ok. What do you want to know” she asked.
“Do you mind if I ask you a few personal questions?” I asked her.
“I guess not.”
“Ok. How many men have you been with?” I asked.
“I don’t know. A lot,” she answered.
I laughed. “All women say that. What’s a lot?” I asked.
“Don’t judge me,” she said. “You make nine.”
I laughed. “that’s not a lot, darlin’,” I assured her the best I could after laughing at her.
“Darlin’?” she asked, looking up at me with a sparkle in her eye.
“You know what? I know what you need. Get up,” I told her.
LaPanta looked at me funny, then sat up. She started to stand up. “You’re good. Stay there,” I told her.
LaPanta was sitting on the edge of the bunk with a blanket around her shoulders, looking at me with curiosity. I stood up and held out my hand. “Let me have the blanket,” I said.
“But I’m cold,” she protested.
“I won’t keep it from you long,” I replied.
She handed me the blanket. LaPanta looked magnificent sitting there in just her bra. It was hard to take my eyes off of her. I set the blanket on the desk then sat down beside her. “Let’s get this off of you,” I told her, putting an arm behind her.
After being locked up for over half a year, I could still take a bra off with one hand. LaPanta pulled her arms through her bra, revealing a pair of the most spectacular breasts I had ever seen. They weren’t big, maybe a large b-cup or a small c-cup, but they were firm and perky as hell. Her nipples were sticking out, rock hard. Probably from the cold, I guessed. “You look amazing,” I told her.
LaPanta just smiled at me. I stood back up and took my boxers off, balling them up with her panties inside, then dropping them on the stool to the desk. I had a healthy seven month bush, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that now. LaPanta’s eyes got wide and a smile formed on her lips when she saw my semi-erect cock. “Lay down, darlin’,” I told her, grabbing the blanket from the desk.
LaPanta laid back on the bunk, spreading her legs enough for me to get into position as if she knew what I was thinking. I got on top of her and pulled the blanket over us. I laid down on her, sliding my arms under her shoulders and putting my hands on the top of her head so she wouldn’t hit the bunk support. My cock was directly over her pubic mound, stiff and throbbing as it bounced around between us. We were lying there staring into each other’s eyes. “How long has it been since you had a man make love to you and made you cum?” I asked her.
“It’s been years. Hell, it hasn’t really happened a lot anyway,” she replied.
“Well, I’m going to make love to you until you cum, and cum, and cum again,” I told her.
“Don’t tease me,” she said, her voice dripping with need.
“Oh, I’m not,” I assured her as I adjusted myself so that my cock would fall into place.
LaPanta wasted no time helping me adjust to the right angle. She gently took my cock into her hand and put it at the entrance of her pussy. It felt like she was wetter now than she had been either time we fucked earlier. I gently pushed forward, slowly easing my way into her. She felt a lot tighter now too. I purposely went slow. I wanted us both to enjoy the feel of each other. Her pussy felt amazing on my cock. I could feel the very edges of her pussy lips brushing my shaft as I continued to ease my length into her. Through it all, we just stared into each other’s eyes. She had a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. I was smiling from ear to ear myself as I enjoyed everything about her.
“What gets you off, darlin’?” I asked.
“It’s hard for me to get off from penetration alone,” she replied.
“I’m up for a challenge. So, how do you need it? Deep? Hard? Slow?” I asked.
“I’m not real sure. It really has been a long time. Almost all of the men I’ve been with only worried about getting themselves off,” she said.
“You’re going to enjoys this then,” I told her.
Before she could say anything else, I began to fuck her slowly, not pulling out too far at first. I kissed her neck. LaPanta moved her head to make it easier for me. I slowly kissed my way down her body. By the time I reached her collarbone, she was moaning softly. As I kept going lower, I had to arch my back to keep fucking her. I kept my strokes slow and short, going as deep in her as I could.
LaPanta’s hands were all over my back and as. She grabbed my hips, trying to control the pace. I didn’t let her. Instead, I went in her deep and stayed there. My cock was throbbing inside of her tight pussy. I knew she could feel it. It didn’t take long for her to realize that she wouldn’t move me and her hands went to my back.
When I started to fuck her again, I had kissed my way down to her breast. I kissed it all over, slowly working my way to her nipple. As I sucked on her nipple, her moaning grew more intense. I put her nipple between my teeth and bit gently, pulling it as I did. I let go, causing her titty to bounce back into place. I started kissing my way back up her body. When I got to her neck, I began fucking her a little faster, still being mindful to go as deep as I could. LaPanta’s body started to shake very slightly. I knew she was on edge. I kissed my way to her ear and gently nibbled her ear lobe before whispering, “I love the way your tight pussy feels.”
“You feel amazing inside me,” she said quietly.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I whispered.
“Yeah,” she replied in a low moan.
I could feel her body shaking more now. I knew what she needed. “I love you, darlin’,” I whispered, before raising my head to look at her.
LaPanta opened her eyes and looked back at me. “Aww, fuck! I’m gonna c…”
I didn’t let her finish, I kissed her. That was it. She grabbed my ass and held me in her. She was kissing me passionately. When I felt her body stop trembling, I pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her again. “Well, did you cum, darlin?” I asked her.
Her eyes rolled up. “You know I did,” she replied, smiling.
“Good. I’m going to make you come again,” I said.
She looked up at me with a shocked expression. “What?” she asked.
“You heard me,” I replied, smiling at her.
“I don’t know if I can do it again,” she said. “What about you? Don’t you want to cum too?”
“I like making you cum, darlin’,” I told her. “But don’t worry. I’ll cum at least one more time before the night is over.”
More to come…