Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (25 page)

Somehow I managed to make it through the ceremony without fainting, which is what I felt like doing. What if Morris knew him?

At the reception, I found out the real deal. Austin came through the receiving line, and Morris threw his arms around him for dear life.

“Austin! I can’t believe you made it, man!”

“I can’t believe I’m here either,” Austin replied, breaking away from the embrace and staring at me. “You must be the lucky bride.”

Morris guffawed. “Of course. Man, you’re still crazy. I want you to meet, Sam. Sam, this is Austin, one of my closest friends from childhood. I haven’t seen his ass in more than a decade, but our mothers have stayed in contact, so I asked them to make sure he showed up.”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” I said nervously, offering him my hand.

He lifted it to his lips and kissed it. “The pleasure was all mine.”

He winked when he said “was” instead of “is,” making a subtle reference to our night together.

“So what’s up, Austin?” Morris asked. “Where are you living now? What are you doing?”

“I live in San Diego, and I sell pharmaceuticals.”

“So you must travel a lot. It must be exciting.”

Austin eyed me seductively, and I prayed Morris didn’t pick up on it. “Yes, travel is a major part of my job. It can be dismal, but sometimes an exciting opportunity comes along, and that makes it all worthwhile.”

I cleared my throat. “Morris, I’m going to go talk to Daddy for a second. I forgot to tell him something.”

Before Morris could point out the fact that there were still several people in the line behind Austin, I took off. It was a truly fucked-up situation, and I wanted no part of it. At least, I didn’t until…

Austin crept into the bridal lounge while I was in there, hiding from all the madness for a few minutes. This was after we’d done all the traditional things such as cutting the cake, the first dance, etc. I just needed a few moments alone to collect my thoughts.

“Can I come in?” I heard him ask from the doorway.

“No,” I quickly responded, turning to face him. “That’s not a good idea.”

“It’s probably not a good idea, but I’m coming in anyway.” Austin came in and closed the door behind him. “We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I stated vehemently. “You tricked me.”

“I didn’t trick you, Sam. I didn’t even realize that this was your wedding until you walked down the aisle in that dress.”

“How could you not know?” I asked in utter disbelief. “Didn’t you get an invitation? How many women do you know named Sam Jr.?”

“I never got an official invite. My mother called me and told me to come just last week, and I didn’t make my travel plans until yesterday morning. I didn’t know who Morris was marrying. Like he said, we haven’t spoken in ages.”

I rolled my eyes. He obviously was telling the truth, but that did nothing to improve the situation. “Thanks for coming in here to explain. You can leave now.”

Austin reached out and caressed my cheek. “Sam, I—”

I pushed his hand away. “No, don’t even think about it.”

“Sam, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night in Atlantic City. I had no idea how to find you. I even tried bribing someone at the hotel into giving me your information, but the brother backed out on me when he thought about jeopardizing his job.”

I looked into his eyes. “None of this matters now. I got married today, which means I am off limits
forever.”

Austin turned toward the door, and I put my back to him. I never heard the door open, though; just the lock clicking. Before I knew it, he had grabbed my waist from behind and pressed me up against the wall. He started caressing my breasts through the lace of my wedding gown and kissing my ear and neck.

“No, we can’t do this,” I objected, trying to get him off me. “Stop it, Austin.”

“You don’t really want me to stop,” he whispered in my ear. “You want me, too. Admit it.”

I didn’t respond because I knew he was halfway right. As much as I had tried to convince myself that what happened between us was simply a one-night stand, there was something special about it that could not be denied.

Austin grabbed a handful of my dress and bunched it up until he could get his other hand in between my legs. He pushed my white satin panties to the side, the ones that Morris was supposed to take off when we consummated our marriage, and started finger-fucking me.

I attempted to contain my moans but ended up giving in to them. I could hear the band playing in the reception hall, and it was merely a matter of time before someone came looking for me.

I pulled Austin’s hand out of my pussy and faced him, lifting his hand to my mouth and licking my own juices off his fingers. I let the last one linger on my lips as I said, “We have to hurry up if we’re going to fuck.”

I couldn’t believe those words had just left my lips, but they did. Austin pulled my dress up again and went down on his knees. He placed one of my thighs on his shoulder as he ripped my panties off. Then he buried his face in my pussy. I couldn’t even see him because of all the material, but I could feel him going to town on me and my pussy juice trickling down my white lace-topped stockings.

“I want you so much, Sam,” he said to me from down below.

“Damn, this is so wrong,” I screamed out, pushing his tongue deeper onto my clit by palming the back of his head. “But I want this, too. I always have.”

Austin ate me out for about five more minutes and then stood up with my leg still elevated. He grabbed hold of my ankle and held it in place so it wouldn’t slip off. I helped him undo his belt and zipper with his other hand, and it was a joint effort to get his dick out as fast as possible.

He slid inside my pussy, and I trembled. The dick was too damn good. We tongued each other down as he banged me slowly up against the wall. We were going at it hard when a knock came at the door. We stopped in mid-stroke and held ourselves there.

“Sam, you in there?” we heard Morris ask as he tried the handle. “Some people are leaving, and they wanted to say good-bye.”

Austin and I just looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then he whispered, “You better answer. He knows you’re in here.”

I tried to catch my breath and calm down before I yelled out, “I’ll be there in a minute! I’m just freshening up!”

I could feel Morris’s hesitation before he came back with, “Okay, but hurry up! Why’s the door locked anyway?”

I didn’t respond. I just listened carefully for his footsteps as he finally walked away. Then we started stroking again until we finished. I went back out to the reception, and Austin left, but not before giving me his numbers.

I know what I did was wrong, but I couldn’t help it, and if I had it to do all over again, I would probably do the same thing. Tomorrow is promised to no one, and while I’m one heck of a good wife to Morris, Austin gave me something special on two occasions.

I did consider doing it again, and even called, but a woman answered his home phone. I wondered if it was his ex-wife but came to the conclusion that she could have been anyone. The only thing that mattered was that a woman did answer the phone, which meant he had moved on.

I know the day will come when Austin and Morris hook up again for whatever reason. I just hope I can keep my composure. I figure that as long as he and I are never alone in the same room, nothing will happen. Then again, I might just want it to. Maybe I’m just out of control.

Prisoner #456912
Name: Dalton Wayne Lewis
Aliases: Dalton William Lewis, Wayne Douglas, Robert
Morgan, Delante Young
Convicted of: Possession of Narcotics with Intent to Distribute
Length of Sentence: Three Years

So he’s a convict, big deal. Do you have any idea how much good dick is going to waste in the prison population worldwide? Dalton may not be a superhero, but he is dayum sure a superman. My superman, my dick supply on the inside—that helps the time pass more quickly when I am on the clock and bored to death. Yes, I’m a prison guard, and I guard my favorite dick like the prized possession that it is.

Nobody fucks with Dalton. Nobody! If they even look at him cross-eyed, I make sure it never happens again. No matter what it takes. This hoodrat came in one time trying to start some shit. (I hate playa haters.) I had his ass thrown in solitary for a week, he came out acting like a church mouse. I can’t have my baby boo harmed while he is locked up. He is the sunshine of my life. When he gets out, we are getting married the same day.

It is against the rules for a guard to have “relations” with a prisoner, so we keep it on the down-low. Sometimes it is hard for the two of us to creep away so I can knock him off a piece. It’s extremely sexually frustrating to be so close to your dick supply you can smell it and still can’t get any. It is pure hell.

I fell in lust with Dalton the day he was processed, and now I simply love his ass. The other day I found out that I’m pregnant. I’m so happy about it I could do a jig. The hurting part is maternity leave. The prison makes you go on leave or work in the office as soon as you start showing. I can understand it, though. They don’t want to accept responsibility for whatever may happen in the case of a prisoner getting rough with me. Heaven forbid if a full-fledged riot broke out. So, I can dig it.

But being away from my baby for months is gonna kill me. The fact he won’t be there for our baby’s birth is too much to bear. I knew what I was getting myself into. I just have to maintain. He’s only doing three years, half of which is already up, and with time in for good behavior, he could get out even sooner. When he does, I am putting in my resignation, marrying him, and having two or three more of his babies. That’s how much I adore my boo.

The first time I saw him, I was sitting at the processing desk where the uniforms, sheets, towels, combs, bars of soap, shampoo, and toothbrushes are handed out, and where the prisoners are assigned a number. It was hot as hell that day. The heat seemed to be coming from both the sky and the ground at the same time. It was the kind of heat my siblings and I used to experiment with as kids by frying eggs on the sidewalk.

The usual stream of gangstas, hoodlums, roughnecks, and such were being guided past my post. They come from the intake room, where they are strip-searched from their ear canals to the cracks of their asses and inspected for paraphernalia. This dude with an upper gum full of gold teeth walked up to me and made his play. They disgust me when they do that. His ass was so ugmo, he probably couldn’t give his dick away with food stamps attached to it in front of a supermarket filled with broke women stressing formula for their babies. Yet he thought I would actually flirt with his stank ass. I do mean stank, too. The brother had that natural aroma thing going on, and it made me want to hurl.

After I issued him all his prison garments and such, I told him to take a hike. I was hot, bitchy, and sexually frustrated because the man I’d been shacking up with for over a year went on tour with his band. It would have been unfair for me to ask him to stay. He was talented on the real. Plus, I didn’t love him like that, so I said cool. I had loved men in my past but had never been in love. That is, until Dalton.

He was the next one in line, and when I saw him, my first instinct was to yank him over the countertop and tongue his ass down. I wanted to suck his dick and use his cum as a facial and then a meal. I wanted him to fuck me like a computer with enough RAM to boost my ass up to the moon and back. But his ass was Prisoner #456912, so I figured I was shit out of luck.

Things started looking up when I found out he was assigned to my cell block, though. I was on the day shift when he first came in. I used to spend my days watching him from my post on the top of the fence while he lifted weights, played basketball, and hung out in the yard. Watching him bench-press all that weight made my pussy wet. I wanted him to pick my ass up like that and fuck me up against a wall in midair.

My paragon of manhood is so refined, he is a defiance against nature. Dalton is six-nine, and you know what they say about tall men; they go deep. He is dark-skinned with eyes that look like black pearls in the sunlight and has enough muscles to lend a dozen men some and still be built like hell.

I used to masturbate so long imagining him fucking me that I would almost work myself into dehydration. I lost all interest in the men who were calling to ask me out, preferring to play with myself thinking about a convicted felon.

There was one major snag. Since I was on the day shift, I could never get his ass alone. He and I had brief conversations, but not the kind love affairs are made of. So one day I marched into my supervisor’s office and put in a request to work the night shift, deciding that one must make sacrifices in the name of love. After a month, my request was approved, and I started working graveyard duty.

That was only the beginning, though, because I still had to figure out a way to get at the dick. All prisoners are supposed to be on lockdown at night, so it was going to be a bit tricky. But there are not as many guards on duty at night, and there is less activity to monitor.

There are two other guards, Ryan Sanders and Cameron Mays, who work cell block three at night along with me. Both are moderately cute, but I have no interest in them. The only way my plan would work is if I cut some sort of deal with them. I would do something for them, and they would do something for me, like turn the other way when I was doing my thing with my baby.

The prison system is more corrupt than politics. All sorts of shit goes on behind bars. Guards sneak in everything from cigarettes to girlie mags to drugs, as long as they are getting paid. One night I approached Ryan and Cameron and told them straight up how I was feenin’ for Dalton’s fine ass. I asked them what it would take for it to happen.

If you know anything about men, you can probably guess what they wanted. Yeah, they took turns fucking the shit out of me in a broom closet while the other one kept an eye out. After that, I had a clear path to the man of my wet dreams.

The one good thing about cell block three is each prisoner has an individual cell, a rarity in the system today. It had to be that way since the cells were barely big enough to fit one man in them.

The night after I fucked Ryan and Cameron, I made my move. I waited until about 2
A.M.
, ensuring most of the prisoners would be in the deep stages of REM. Then I walked the landing, got to his cell, and motioned for Cameron to release the electrical door of his cell.

He was sleeping so peacefully when I entered his cell that I hesitated to even wake him, but I thought it over and decided I wanted the dick more than I wanted him to get his sleep. I used my nightstick and tapped him on the leg; he immediately jumped up. You learn to react fast in prison. For all he knew, I may have been some male prisoner who had paid off a guard to let him in to snatch some ass. That type of shit is common, but highly unlikely in Dalton’s case ’cause he is so fucking big.

He was about to start swinging when he realized it was just little ole me. He knew the deal without me having to spell it out for him. In fact, he never even asked my first name until after we got done fucking the first time. He just knew me as Officer Johnson.

I quickly took off my uniform shirt. He sat back down on the bed and started helping me with the buttons. Both of us had been checking the other out for a long time, and pussy is scarce in prison, so you know he was all about it. We managed to get my shirt off with mutual effort, and he pulled my bra straps down and started nursing on them bad boys; shit felt good, too.

I whispered, “That’s what I’m talking about! I have been saving all this pussy for you!”

That made him even hotter, and he started unzipping my uniform pants while he still sucked “his” tits. Uh-huh, I said “his” tits. These are Dalton’s tits, this is Dalton’s pussy, and this is Dalton’s ass; simple as that.

He got my pants off with the speed of light and then threw me down on the iron bed. He reached for something off the bookshelf over his bed, and for a second, I thought he might be violent, and I was about to get something I hadn’t bargained for.

Instead, his hand returned with a box of cough drops. I was lost, but not for long, ’cause he popped one in his mouth, pushed my legs open—putting one over each shoulder—and started eating me out with the cough drop in his mouth. I don’t know how to describe the sensation, but if you’ve never had your pussy eaten by a man sucking on a medicated cough drop, know that it is a must.

Then he pushed my legs back farther so he could get at my ass and started eating it out also. I didn’t think I would have a hard time getting some from him, but dayum, brotha-man was ready to tear some ass up.

I felt like I was doing a public service or something. Like the movie stars back in the day that were flown in by helicopter to battleships in order to keep up the morale of the men who were away from their family and friends for an extended period of time. Well, Dalton was away from his normal day-to-day situation too, so I was just trying to keep him happy.

I told him we had to hurry up because I knew Ryan and Cameron would be worrying that we would all get caught. I started working at his pants to get them off. I knew any man six-nine had to be fucking hung, and I was oh so right. They say the biggest functional dick on record is eleven inches, and I am ready to debate that shit, ’cause Dalton is packing more than that. His dang-a-lang is at least a foot, probably bigger. I know, I’ve had it all the way up in my stomach too many times to mention.

It is mad thick, too. I nicknamed his dick “Shocker” because it can paralyze a pussy.

When he whipped it out that first time, I wanted to run for the border. I started whispering again, “I can’t handle any shit that big!”

He spoke for the first time. “You in here now; you taking all this!”

With that, he rammed it in me, and I was frozen for a good two–three minutes. It was like all of a sudden having a contraction when you never even knew you were pregnant. I regained my composure and started grinding my hips upward onto his dick; not much, but I didn’t want to give the impression I am one of those women who just lies there. Never that!

Dalton was tearing “his” pussy up when I heard some footsteps approaching the cell. I tried to push him off me, but he was too heavy and big for me to move him an inch. I was petrified, assuming one of the night supervisors must have somehow caught on to the shit and was about to embarrass my ass big-time. Not to mention getting fired.

Dalton didn’t give a shit who was coming, since his only concern was cumming his dayum self. He was knocking the bottom out my pussy when I heard Ryan, who was standing outside the cell door with his back to us, whisper, “Come on, dammit! This is taking too fucking long!”

Dalton was surprised to see that at least one other guard was in on it and probably flattered I would go through so much effort to get some of his “stuff.” In fact, if I didn’t know better, I would say the idea of that made him cum more so than my pussy. He came so hard, it felt like he shot a gallon of sperm up inside me.

Ryan raised his voice a little when he recognized the noise a man makes when he blows. “Okay, his bitch ass came. Let’s go, NOW!”

When he said “NOW” so loud, I started beating on Dalton’s shoulders for him to get off before he fell asleep inside me. I hate when men do that foolishness.

He got up, and I started grabbing at my clothes, throwing them on as fast as I could. That’s when he asked my first name, and I told him it was Phoebe. I told him, “I’ll be coming for that dick again!”

He simply replied, “No problem!”

That was how the love affair of Dalton and Phoebe began. Now, over a year later, with his baby inside me, the quick fuck we had the first time has turned into pure love. We go at each other every chance we get. I no longer fuck other guards to get at him because he is still running his drug business from the inside, and he gives me cash to pay them off.

When he gets out, his ass is all mine, and my ass is already all his. Like I said, he may not be a superhero, but he is dayum sure a superman.