Jailbird of a feather part 3 Aihu Fist
Before I disappeared in my cell, the Arab who had followed my trail, said: see some time during the walk. The guard squeezed my ass before he opened the door and added:
-You will be much sought after here, beware for the Arabs. Now go and be quiet.
Inside the cell I found Grizzly lying on the bed snoring and the two others were still in the showers, I guess. I did everything not to wake him up. It was another hour before we would go to the open in group. My time alone was very soon only wishful thinking as the other two walked in with much shouting about how clean they felt. My hair was still very wet and hung in strands around my neck.
-Hey, look how neat he looks. A true pretty lady. Gosh, his nipples are so squeezable, aren't they Ataturk? Checko muttered.
-Yes, you are right, why don't we try them out, see if they have milk.
Checko pushed one of my nipples inward and pinched the left one.
-Ouch, I yelled.
Even that didn't wake up Grizzly.
-Grizzly smells like rotten fish, Checko said. And he sleeps forever; let's take the chance while we are at it.
-You `r' right Checko, let's take this opportunity.
They had me pulled out of my bed and threw me on the chemical toilet.
-Sit down and don't utter a sound or you are dead meat, recipient! If the window opens up you are just seen shitting on the pot, you hear?
-Yes, I said.
-Now drop your pants and get on your knees. Take my cock in your trap and suck it well. With your hands you caress very gently my balls and do it as long and good as I tell you to do.
I took once more a hardened penis in my mouth, closed my eyes and went on the job. I licked the helmet first, looking for the most sensitive part of his gland, I wanted the bastard to come quickly, the faster the sooner I would work my way around the other guy and could go my bed.
It tasted salty, and the head was so fat I could barely get my tongue sticking to it. The edge of my tongue got into his piss slit and dug several times until Checko began to squirm and yelp or hiss heavily.
-Gosh, go on, suck harder, you really are a slut, a whore's mouth, Recipient.
Probably without thinking he grabbed his own ass and propped his finger between his cleft and moaned more to the point that Ataturk asked him: -You want some help behind here?
-What, you think I am a pervert or something, back off, mind your own business, he hissed again.
But his fingers remained there none the less.
Then he shuddered wildly and he pulled my head deeper so that I got stuck with my nose in his pubic hair. All of a sudden he slammed his tool way up my throat in a double move so that my head flew back like in a whiplash. He loaded me with squirts of hot semen that seemed to last forever.
He moved out but when Ata wanted to have his go and dropped his pants, the small window opened and the guard's eye looked through it.
-What is this?
-Nothing sir, Ata said. We are waiting for him to finish on the toilet.
The window closed and the guard moved on to the next door.
-Get up, you abuser and turn around, open your crack wide and moan like an old whore. Move your hips back and forth every time I stab you with my gun.
Ready?
I nodded, and showed my ass wide and fresh for him to inspect it.
-You really cleaned yourself well there, I appreciate that. There you go, he said and he moved in.
He fucked me hard, relentless until Grizzly woke up.
-What the fuck! Get off the guy, he is mine and without permission you are not to lay one finger on him. Fuck you, get out of my way.