Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

The room was dark, and the two would have hardly been able to see each other had they not been so close. Some other prisoners seemed to have been woken up by the slam of the door. The new girl is here! an exited voice shouted. I bet a pack of cigarettes she doesn't make it 'til tomorrow. someone in a cell closer to them said, his cell mate replying Taken. Shes not giving in before I have had a go with her. They both laughed. I've got something hard for you, wanna taste it tomorrow? someone else shouted. But the old man seemed cut off from the world outside, he showed no sign of even being aware of the shouts. Once the girl he believed to be his victim reassured him that everything was forgiven, he let her push his hands away from her shoulders. Yes, he let her, because the fact that she was able to move them away was only due to the fact that he accepted her will to have them removed, not that his old but strong arms could not have prevented her. Now his arms were like over cocked spaghetti, relaxed from the comfort and relief her words gave her, but the second he choose to use those muscles Joanne would not have a say anymore. Oh, Julia, how I have missed you. he sobbed as Joanne held his hands. Her skin felt so warm on his hands, even though the girl was almost shivering from the cold. Now everything can be as it used to be, as it should always have been. Suddenly, it was no longer she leading his hands away from her, but he leading her hands toward him, pushing one of her hands downwards. Before she knew it, she had it pressed against the sweaty skin of his belly. Her hand rose and fell with his slow, rattling breaths as he firmly guided it downwards, in under his dirty prison edition underpants. There, his big, scraggy hand carefully folded her slender fingers around his cock. The already rock hard member seemed to be the only part of his body that was actually warm, and as he pressed her fingers tighter around his greasy shaft she could feel the swollen blood vessels pulsate. Do you remember this? he asked. Do you remember what you used to do with it? He had started to slowly move his hand, and thereby also hers, up and down, rubbing his throbbing cock. In the darkness of the room a single gold tooth shone as his smile widened. Every night, before I went to your bed, I would go to your sisters. And I fucked her. His voice was starting to get exited now he spoke faster and every word did no longer sound like a dying mans last one. Now he spit out the words, especially the f one, and his saliva sprayed down over Joanne. I'd hold her throat so she couldn't scream. He was making her rub his cock faster now, mirroring the pace of his words with the pace of his hand. His other hand went exploring her body, the rough and bristly skin of his palm caressing her belly, moving upwards and finding her left breast. His strong, bony fingers started to knead it roughly like it was a dough on the breadboard. And then I would go back to you, and you never knew that it was your sister juices that you sucked of my dick. He could not help to start to chuckle hysterically at his own story, like it was some kind of funny joke. All the remorse was gone from him now, swept away by his arousal. He let go of the hand he had wrapped around his, probably expecting her to continue her task on her own. Whit his right hand free as well he could squeeze her right breast as well, giving it the same heavy-handed treatment. Do you forgive me for that as well, Julia? he asked with an accusing voice.