Prison Bitch |
From: Anonymous |
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| Hello my name is Tyrese and I just recently turned
21. I’m black and proud and I live in Astoria, Queens. My head jerked
uncontrollably when the judge slammed his gavel down, it had the sound
of doom. He looked at me and pronounced sentence: “You have been found guilty of three counts of armed robbery and, although you are only 21 years of age, it is the judgment of this court that you be given a sentence fitting the severity of your crimes. When shots are fired in the course of a robbery, it does not matter that no one was injured. I sentence you to three concurrent terms of 10 years to Life in the New York State Penitentiary.” I was taken back into an empty bullpen in shock and anger. I kicked the steel cage so hard it rang for over a minute. I felt my life was over. “10 to Life” sounds like the end of the world. I was transferred to Upstate Penitentiary that same day and put into an intake barracks where “fish” or new inmates were evaluated. Each cell held a double bunk bed. We had our heads shaved, we were showered and given tan pants and shirts, along with slippers. My cellmate was a big black brotha, pecan tanned, long haired dreadlocked to his shoulders. This brotha was about 6’ 4 and weighing in about 300 pounds. “Hey man, what they give you?” He asked. “I got 10 to Life.” “Man, that’s a whole lot of time. You’re gonna need some friends to get through all those years.” “What do you mean?” “Well, a lot can happen in the “joint” and a young brotha like you needs to have some friends protecting your back from some of the old cons who would take advantage of you.” He sat down on the lower bunk, next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “I been here before and I know a lot of the cons. I can be your Niggah if you want me to.” “I guess you’re right. A guy needs hommies. Sure, my name is Tyrese.” “I’m Shawn , Tyrese, they call me ‘Busta’ , I come from, East Saint Louis.” He put his big arm around my shoulder. “OK, we’re “tight” then. I’ll watch out for you and you take care of me. That’s what it’s all about.” He was a lot bigger than me. I was about 145 pounds, 5:8, with freckles and reddish/brown fade. (What they call, ‘redbone’ ). He said: “ You know Tyrese your shoulders seem tight. Why don’t I give you a quick massage around your neck and shoulders. Take your shirt off.” This made me a little nervous, but I knew my neck and shoulders bothered me and I figured it would be polite to refuse his offer. So, I took my shirt off and he began to rub my shoulders. “Your muscles are really tight, Tyrese. Here, let me sit behind you so I can get into a better position. Lean back. That’s right”. He had taken his shirt off too and I could feel the warmth of his chest and he leaned into me. His pecs were massive; he was cut, ripped. He had a 10 pack iron stomach. Lightly hairy. His arms were big and muscled. He had strong hands and I was beginning to feel a lot more relaxed. Pretty soon, I began to feel something else, something hard poking into my pants. I didn’t say anything. He whispered: “Hey Tyrese, why don’t you lie down so I can give you a complete massage?” I stood up and he pulled my pants down. “Now lie on your stomach.” I didn’t know he had taken his pants off until he straddled my thighs to continue the massage. He was working on my back and moving lower. “Hey, Tyrese, you got a fine body,” He said as he began rubbing me slowly and moving lower. “I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He began massaging the cheeks of my ass and I had to admit it felt pretty nice. Then he kissed my left check and suddenly, I realized where this was heading. He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue found my hole. “Jesus! Stop Busta. What are you doing to me?” Just making you feel real good, Tyrese. Just relax.” He probed deeper and, despite myself, I began to get an erection. I never experienced anything like this before and I had to admit it felt wonderful. We still had our lunch trays on a table and Busta reached over and took some margarine. He began rubbing it into me and soon he had two fingers inside me. I could feel him touching my prostate. Wow, what a sensation! He whispered: “Now just relax baby boy and enjoy this.” I could feel something hard probing the entrance to my ass. It kept adding pressure and it began to hurt. “Ow, stop, that hurt’s!” “Shh, just relax. I promise you, you’re going to enjoy this.” It hurt even worse and he continued to apply pressure. I could feel my sphincter being stretched and the agony of the pain shot through my body, as his 13 inches snaked its way in my guts. But it was too late to do anything now. I was going to be fucked by this big black guy no matter what. Finally, I felt the head of his cock pop inside me. He laid on me and remained still. “I’ll let you get used to this and I promise you it will begin to feel real good when you relax some”, He said. Slowly, the pain subsided, but it felt like a had a fire plug inside me. I was stretched beyond anything I ever knew and something was pushing on my guts. Slowly, he began moving back and forth, sliding in and out an inch or two at a time. I could feel the heat of his cock as he began to slowly fuck my virgin ass. It felt like a huge, long and slippery object was a living thing inside my body. He kept up a steady pace and soon I felt him totally inside me; his body resting on mine, while he nibbled on my ear. I orgasmed into the sheets with anything touching my cock. It was the most sensual, magical feeling I had ever experienced and it wasn’t over. Busta began moving in and out, in and out and I could feel every movement and every inch of him as he made me his woman. It went on and on for at least another 40 minutes before I felt him plunge deep and began pumping hot cum inside me. I could feel each spurt of his man juice and I had yet another orgasm. And this was only my first day in prison. |
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