JE - Prison Life

Your weeks in prison have turned to months. You still have some time left to do, but you’re almost halfway there. You’re very different now, and it’s not just because of the scar on your bottom where Kat slashed you a few weeks ago.

The bunk creaks in the dark, but not too much. It’s well after lights out, but still not really sleeping time. The women in other cells are brooding, discreetly pleasuring each other, or themselves.

Juri’s quiet, as always, but her hot, soaking pussy pulls you in, tighter than ever. You’re in a spooning position, her breast in a **** grip as you steadily give it to her, breathing her scent from her sweaty neck. You roll her onto her belly and get on top of her to finish, savoring her strong body, prone underneath you as you let loose with a soft groan.

You collapse on top of her, still inside, but she doesn’t let you get your breath. One hand reaches back and pats your bare bottom.

“My turn,” she murmurs.

You snort and roll off her, getting tiredly onto your hands and knees to present your rear end. But her hands touch your hips, guiding you back down to the bed. You find yourself on your back, and she spreads your legs.

“How romantic,” you whisper as she lowers her body on top of yours.

“Want me to kiss you?” she asks, lining up her cock with your dripping pussy.

“Would you?” you joke, putting on a pouty, sexy face.

Juri spits in your mouth, then stops you from bursting out laughing by shoving her full length into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, wrapping your arms around her.

“Mm,” she says, and you feel her breath on your face as she starts to move.

“When you do this it makes me want to scratch up your back,” you whisper to her breathlessly.

“Do it,” she replies, smirking down at you. She slides her hand along your body to your thigh, hitching it up. You obligingly wrap it around her, pulling her in. Your cock is hard again, and she’s crushing at against your stomach.

“Hey,” she whispers, keeping up the pace.

“Mm hmm,” you reply, closing your eyes and enjoying it.

“I’ll have to leave soon,” she says.

“What?” You never asked her what her sentence was, but you were under the impression that it was long. You are not surprised or bothered, although it’s unexpected. It’s very like her to bring this up during your nightly fucking. “Is your time up?”

“No,” she pants, squeezing her boobs tighter against yours. “But the World Warrior Tournament is coming up.”

“The what?”

“Fighting thing.”

“Fighting? But you can’t handle pain.”

“What?” she says, then hisses as you dig your fingernails into her ass cheek. “Someone wants her hair pulled.”

“Someone’s stalling,” you reply. She’s obviously being methodical on purpose.

You’re right. Juri’s body tenses, her thrusting speeds up, and her breathing becomes rapid before she explodes inside you with a louder than normal grunt.

“Ohh,” she says, staying in to the hilt as you feel the little contractions in her shaft from the aftershocks. You gently rub her tender buttock for a few moments until she comes to her senses and rolls off you. An ocean of her cum pours out of you, but that’s why you know to put a towel down. You lift your hips and pull it out to mop up your own ejaculate from all over your tummy and boobs, then throw it on the floor before settling down next to her.

“Is someone going to come and get you?” you ask her in the dark, feeling her body beside yours.

“I’ll just bust out myself,” she replies. “You want to come?”

So that’s what this is about.

“No,” you say without much hesitation.

A couple of seconds go by. Then her lighter clicks, and she lights a cigarette. After a drag, she passes it to you.

“You really still doing that growing as a person thing?”

You wiggle your body to get more comfortable, and a little closer to her. You hand back the cigarette.

“For now,” you say.

“Maybe I should try that too,” she says wistfully.

“How much time you have left?” you ask.

“Couple months.”

“That’s all? What did you do?” You’re good enough friends now to ask that.

“An Interpol agent found out that I nailed her girlfriend. She planted **** in my place,” Juri replies with a yawn.

“You want to break out with so little time left?”

“I’m just bored.”

You snort. Juri’s funny. You lie quietly with her for a moment. She passes you the cigarette.

“Someone wants her hair pulled,” you say.

“Shut up,” she replies.

~ Route End ~