Merry Christmas Cait

The imposing Cait completely ignores Kwan's pushing hands. Laying her left forearm across his upper chest she pins the slender young man to the wall. Her right hand grabs the zipper of his jumpsuit and pulls it all the way down to its bottom, right at the crotch. Cait was not one for subtlety. Kwan grabs her right arm with both his hands but she powers right through his feeble resistance. Her hand slips easily into his tight briefs and with no hesitation she grabs his cock in her large hand.

"Guh!" Kwan gasps.

"Mmmmmm yessss!" She hisses. "Oh god, do you know how long it's been?" The raw primal hunger in her expression is unmistakable.

She looks over her shoulder toward the window in the door. She knew this must be some sort of clerical error of astronomical proportions. How long would it take them to figure this out? Surely it wouldn't be too long. She was amazed he had made it this far. She didn't know how long she had with her cute little cellmate, she had to make the best of it while she could.

Despite his initial struggle Kwan was now very still. He stares at this imposing woman with wide silvery eyes. Cait's hand had begun stroking his soft manhood in a steady and surprisingly gentle milking motion. No woman had ever touched him like this before! Her palms and fingers were soft, well moisturized, though he could feel the callouses from her weightlifting add some rough to the soft.

It was...it was...wonderful! It was the single greatest thing he had ever felt in his life!

Kwan had always been nervous and awkward around girls. He'd never even kissed one outside of his family, never mind had them touch his penis.

"Unghhh." He moaned.

Her clear intense blue eyes ran down the pale skin of his slender chest peeking out from the part in his jumpsuit. Her smile was as wide as ever. "Like that, huh?"

He nods as a little gasp escapes him. He was terrified to disagree with this woman...but it was also the truth. He liked this very very much! The way she held him and stroked him...it all felt good. She wasn't trying to hurt him, only hold him still. The heat and pressure of her large body against his was amazing. And it sure didn't hurt that she was so beautiful. He began to look over her pretty features and really appreciate what he was looking at.

With a quiet chuckle she picks up the pace. Her hand steadily rubbing his rapidly stiffening member. She takes a moment to look down to admire the man meat. She licks her lips in obvious approval of the delicious looking schlong in her grip. "Not bad for a little guy Kim, not bad at all!"

Cait played it cool but in her mind she marveled. 'Fuck...he looks like a girl was probably just over a hundred pounds soaking wet, but...this guy is packin!'

Kwan didn't want to...he REALLY didn't want to...but he knew he must. If the guards saw what was happening they would realize the mistake that had been made. They would see he was a man and he would be released. He calls out in a breathy sigh. "Guards! HELP!"

Cait's smile disappears as her eyes narrow in an angry scowl. "You little son of a..."

"Sorry." He winces. He was already regretting his decision. Not only did he not want to be hurt by this beast of woman, he wanted nothing more than to let her continue doing what she was doing.

What she does next throws the already reeling Kwan for a loop. She pushes forward and plants him into the wall with a mighty kiss. Her plump lips pushing hard into his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth it plunges and probes as they taste each other. Her huge breasts mash between their bodies. Her big soft hand never wavers its up and down motion for even an instant.

"Mmmmmm!" Kwan moans. This woman. She...she tasted so good...she smelled so good...everything she was doing felt so good. Fireworks were going off in the young man's virgin mind and body. "Mmmmmmmm!" He moans again as his resistance soon melts completely.

It is with a mixed reaction that he hears the clop, clop, clop of booted feet heading back down the metal grate floor of the gangway. The guards had heard his call for help. He now wished that they hadn't. The truth would surely come out soon enough, did he really have to choose now to demonstrate the truth?

Cait hears the boot steps too. She stares him down with a molten intensity. In the blink of an eye she switches her stroking hand from her right to her left, her right arm then loops around his shoulders. She manhandles him toward the door and stands beside him, right arm holding him by the shoulder while her left hand continued to give him a furious handjob to his now diamond hard cock. They stood so they were right up against the window, only their faces would be visible through the small barred opening.

Just before the guards arrive Cait whispers into his ear. "Say anything and I swear to you that I'll rip it off before they can get in here." He nods his understanding rapidly as her powerful hand GRIPS his dick painfully just for a second before resuming her hurried stroking. He had no doubt about her capability or willingness to follow through with this threat.

As the guards arrive they stand for a moment puzzled at the two up close smiling faces waiting there for them. They pause a moment before speaking.

"Already problems, huh Cait?"

"No, no problems" Cait smiles.

The guards look at one another. That was weird. Cait generally couldn't get her cellmates out of her cell fast enough. She liked her privacy and they had always been **** to remove her previous roommates before too long. They had been expecting trouble from her, as usually happened when they tried to put her with someone else, which was why they had been on alert for Kwan's call for help.

They look at Kwan. "You call for us? You call for help? Any problems?"

By this point Kwan was flush and he was struggling to control his breathing. Cait's hand was doing its job very well. He could feel the oncoming build up of an irresistible pressure in his balls. He shakes his head. "No...sorry. No problem. No problem."

Cait nods. "Kim here was saying hell ya dumb fucks. Not help. She said jail is hell."

The guards again look at each other suspiciously, then back again. They note how close the pair of prisoners were standing, they can just see Cait's arm around Kwan's shoulders and they can't help but notice how happy the newcomer looked. "You...you actually like this one Cait?"

Cait nods. "Oh yeah! Very much. This one's not like the others. I like her a lot."

If Kwan was capably of concentrating he would notice the surprised look on their faces. But he was edging ever closer to a glorious climax, the very first not brought on by his own touch. He was absolutely dazzled by how much better everything felt when it was a woman bringing about these feelings.

He began to squirm and light little gasps came unbidden from his mouth.

Feeling her cellmate tensing Cait increases the pace even more and shifts her grip to focus more on the head. Her hand was a quiet blur up and down the top half of his dick. The guards, only being able to see their faces, were none the wiser.

"Well...good." The guards visibly relax. It looked like Cait wasn't going to be a problem after all. The one taps the door with her baton, bap! "Next time don't say it so loud Kim." They turn to leave and are a step away when they hear Kwan let out a long high pitched whimper.

"...gulhhhhnnnnnnn..." His body quivers as his eyes roll and go unfocused.

On the other side of the door the young girlish Korean was blasting thick creamy ropes of cum up against the inside of the metal door. Cait milked her cellmate's surging throbbing cock with long firm strokes up his entire length.

"What?" One of the guards asks as she glances back.

Cait smiles and leans close to the bars, eclipsing Kwan, and gives her a bright grin. "Merry Christmas Doreen."

Doreen shakes her head and walks away. "Merry Christmas Cait." She then yells out so everyone in the block could hear. "Lights out in ten minutes bitches!" The guards return to their post.

Cait looks back at her shuddering little cellmate and the goofy smile across his pretty Asian face. His eyes were distant, staring off into space, and he leaned against her for support as his rubbery legs were faltering. She looks down at the copious mess splattered across and oozing down the door of their cell. She looks at the tube of fine grade A man meat in her hand as she squeezed the last drops out of him.

She chuckles. "Merry Christmas indeed."