The Convict

Sasha always walked by the courthouse in her school girl uniform because her school was right down the street from the courthouse she always walked by there because it was the fastest way home and she did not want to cut through the graveyard.

One day she walked by the courthouse and saw this convict washing windows he was wearing one of them orange jumpers she tucked her black hair behind her ears checked her compat to see how her makeup was she loved how her eyeliner brought out her green eyes.

she cleared her throat and walked by "hi mr convict" she smiled as she stood there clenching her books

The convict turned from the window to see who belonged to that sweet, young, soprano voice, and his eyes nearly popped from their sockets. He gave her quite the look-over, his gaze lingering on her starched white cotton school blouse, a bit too small for her bulging boobs and then down her hips over the plaid kilt, way too short for modesty. "Damn," he thought to himself, "another half-size smaller and I'd have a good look at some young pussy."

Her legs came next, and his stare clearly showed that he liked them, and would like them even better if they were spread wide open. Back up to her boobs again, and "Damn!," he thought, "I don't think I've ever squeezed a pair like those." But his gaze settled on her eyes, a sensual green with enough liner to make them look nice and slutty.

"Hi to you, too, li'l Miss Jailbait," he called to her, "You trying to get us both in trouble, or just me?"

She giggled "i would never dream of getting anyone in trouble do you want some company? i can sit on the picnic benches and pretend to do my homework or i could just keep on walking home its really up to you" she gripped her books waiting for an answer as she looked the convict up and down wondering what he did to become a convict although it didnt matter convicts turned her on.

The convict looked her over again and thought what a hot eyeful she was, a sure thing to ogle and a damn lot sexier than the frumpy secretaries and lawyers he got to see through the courthouse windows. He noticed, too, that the park bench was at just the right angle for him to see her reflection while window washing; couldn't get in much trouble for paying attention to his work, now could he? Besides, he had to turn to change from sponge to squeegee, and he could get a direct look - a real direct look if she sat just right - each time.

He checked to see that no one was watching, and then introduced himself. "Name's Sam, missy, and I'd be more than pleased to have you sit nearby while I work. But I do have to be careful; I got this job with minimum supervision because of good behavior, and i wouldn't want to go back to the lock up 24/7. So tell me, and be honest, are you over 18?"

He kept his eyes on her while he waited for her answer.

she smiled "well todays your lucky day its my birthday and i just turned 18" she licked her lips and went and sat on the picnic bench she flipped her hair and set her books down sat on the bench and leaned back with her elbows against the table as she smiled she slowly spread her legs to reveal some white lacey panties. she gave a little smurk

"Now, isn't that convenient," thought Sam to himself, "a little too convenient." But he took another good look at her bod as she sat on the bench, and he knew there wouldn't be a man or woman alive who'd think she was under eigthteen.

He glanced around again, still nervous - after all, he was a con and a lot older than this beauty - to make sure they were still alone. He turned to his pail and then called to her.

"Well, congratulations! A very happy birthday to you, young woman."

She spread her legs, and he almost lost his eyes again. Damn! He'd been nearly three years with nothing but his imagination and his right hand for company, and here was the hottest chick he'd ever metspreading her legs for him. He strained to see her pussy trough the white lace, but she was a bit too far away. He couldn't tell if she was shaved or not, but he could see the lace pulled tight into her furrow. The sight of her camel toe made his heart skip a beat and his cock leap to attention. Now, that was something his hand and his mind could savor back in his cell.

Still alone, he returned her favor, taking hold of his stiffening cock through his orange denim jump suit and holding it up as far as he could for her. And that was pretty far. He was a bit more than six feet tall and long-legged, and his cock went half-way down his thigh when he was only half hard. It hadn't been measured in a long, long time, but once, before he went to jail, a girlfriend had lovingly placed a ruler next to it to show him why it was gagging her. Its tip went just past the ruler.

"Sorry, beautiful," he said to her, "but this is the only present I have for your big b-day. And it has to stay wrapped right now."

He blew her a kiss and then returned to his work. As he washed each window he watched her reflection, and alternated between blowing kisses and grasping his cock each time he could turn her way and look at her boobs, her legs, and her lace-covered slit.

"mmm id love to unwrap my present if you could later have sometime" she licked her lips and sucked on her finger.

she then slid her finger over her lacey panties still licking her lips and taking her other hand and spreading her lips while she pulled her panties to the side to reveal her tight shaven hot pussy.

She then rubbed her clit a little in circles then took her finger up and down the slit entered it in her hole pumped it a few times then bought it up to her lips and sucked the little bit of juices off. Then smiled and waved a little flirty wave.

"Holy shit," said Sam under his breath, "just look at that sweet little slut." His cock pumped all on its own with each stroke of her fingers, and he could almost taste her hot juice on his lips. How he controlled himself, no one knows, but it's sure good he did.

"Sam!" He recognized the voice; it was his supervisor checking up on him.

"What's up, Jack?," he said as he turned, hoping he hadn't been noticed eyeing the schoolgirl.

Jack was a baliff at the courthouse; he'd been assigned supervision duties for the 'good-behavior' cons on work release.

"Look Sam," he said, "another baliff went home sick and there's a trial starting. I have to fill in. I know you don't want to go back to full lock-up, so I'm gonna trust you to finish your work and be here when I come back."

"Yes sir," replied Sam, "you can count on me. How long do you think 'till you finish?" Sam clearly had something in mind.

"Well," answered Jack, "session has to end at 5. I see you've only got the side windows left to do. Take your time and look busy 'till I come for you."

"For sure, Jack," said Sam, "I'll be here waiting for you."

As Jack went back into the courthouse, Sam picked up his bucket and things and started for the side of the building. He smiled at the girl and returned her flirty wave as he brought her attention to his cock again.

The side of the courthouse was lined with thick shrubs, so thick it'd take x-ray vision to see through them, and that was what Sam was thinking of. After all, it wasn't yet 4 o'clock and he'd be free 'till 5, with only about 20 minutes of work to do.

He knew his sexy new friend had heard Jack; would she want to take advantage of it and unwrap her 'present.' Sam would liked to have called her over, but he didn't know how serious she was. He'd have to let her take the lead; if he went further than she wanted, he might end up back for more than the rest of his sentence.

He waved and smiled again as he rounded the corner, and waited to see just how much this con-lovin' slut wanted.

sasha looked and waited for a minute to make sure everyrhing was clear she had over the heard the conversation and she got turned as he went around the corner she smiled she knew he was game.

she walked up behind the con and wraps her hands around him *what about my present?" she asked incocently she grabbed his free hand and put it on her ass outside her skirt and leaned to hugg him.

he was so strong made her quiver and turn her on knowing he was a con and that he would be thinking of her for a very long time.

Sam felt her trembling as she held herself close to him. He could sense she liked the excitement, the danger of coming on to a con. He turned to face her, and took her by the chin with his forefinger crooked beneath it and his thumb holding it from above.

He glanced around to make sure they couldn't be seen and said, "Your present in a moment, but first your name. You haven't introduced yourself yet."

Her lips were a luscious pink, as slutty as her eye liner, and as they parted to form her name, Sam ran his thumb over them, feeling them quiver beneath his touch. She took a deep, nervous breath as she finished introducing herself, and he slid his thumb between her open lips for her to suck on it.

"That's a good girl, Sasha," he said, "a real good girl. You can unwrap your present, now."

He wrapped his powerful fingers tightly around her wrist and brought her hand to the zipper at the neck of his jailhouse jumpsuit. Just slide down the orange gift wrap and reach in. Take it out, and it's yours to play with any way you'd like. Happy Birthday, sweetheart."

As she slowly drew the zipper down to Sam's crotch, he said, "I think this will be a birthday we'll both remember for a long time, Sasha."

sasha was nervous and quivered at his touch she was scared but excited she didnt want to diapoint him she started playing with his cock and looked at him bit her lip and gave him a little peck on the lips "you sure you want to do this?" she asked him.

"Sasha, you are so sweet, so sexy, so slutty," he replied, "I'm ready to do anything you'd like. And maybe more."

He felt her fingers stretching in a vain attempt to encircle his thick cock, and he throbbed in her hand as she tightly squeezed him. He bent over and gave her a little kiss, as she had given him, but lingered there, pressing her lips with his until they parted and then licking his tongue across them, tasting the strawberry flavor of her girlish lipstick.

"Why don't you slide my jumpsuit down so you can get at more of your present?" he asked her with a smirking little smile. Then he added suggestively, "that starched white blouse of yours sure looks pretty, but very full; maybe it's a bit too tight for you, honey. Wouldn't you be more comfortable with it open?"

sasha looked up and smiled "yes mr convict" she took his hand it placed it on the top button as she slid his jumpsuit down and looked at how big her present was she took a deep breathe

"wow its big and thick"

"All the better to please you, little girl," Sam said in his best big, bad wolf voice. "But aren't you a bit afraid of coming on to a convict, even if his name is Sam?" he asked.

He emphasized his point by quickly wrapping his fingers around her throat and squeezing firmly. "You see, it can be very dangerous," he said, and lifted her by the throat until she had to stand on her tip-toes. He figured she was attracted by the danger, and thought she might like feeling a bit frightened. He lowered her, but still held her as he bent again and kissed her, hard this time, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth to play with hers.

He released her, ending the kiss, and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, his gaze alternating between her green eyes and the increasingly exposed cleavage under her blouse. When the last button was undone, he slid the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms until it hung free, held on her only by the skirt waistband where it was tucked in.

"Talk about the size of my cock, honey," he purred, "just look at that pair of tits you have to offer." Her boobs were pushed up and together by a white lace bra that matched her panties, but it barely held them in. He eyes gaped at the bit of pink areloae that showed above each D-cup, and the sight stiffened his cock even more in her soft, young hands.

He waited to see what she'd want next.

Sasha looked a little scared after he chocked her and all but it turned her on she smiled and started rubbing his big thick cock telling him how it was the biggest she ever seen and how it would feel so good in her she was talking not to stall because she wanted him to take her on his own forceful terms.

Sam saw her desire in her mischievous green eyes; the danger, the force, turned her on, and he'd give it to her, slow and lingering, savor the pleasure after so long with out.

He took hold of her bra straps, one in each hand, and pulled them roughly down her arms. Tight against her tits, now, as he drew them further, dragging the cup hems over the soft flesh of her tits, pressing them tight against her chest. Slowly, slowly, until the cup line was at her nipples, and then a sudden, hard yank so nipples and tits burst free of the bra.

Now his hands found her tits, still bouncing from the bra, and squeezed. Hard, his strong hands wrapping around each and pulling them out from her chest as they twisted and squeezed them. Next her nipples, stiff and erect with excitement, he grasped them each between thumb and forefinger, twisting them roughly. Then he stretched them as far out as they go, pulling her towards him. As he held her nipples stretched, he kissed her again, driving his tongue forcefully in and out of her mouth as if it was fucking her. He finished the kiss with a bite on her lower lip, and, still holding her tits, leaned back to look at her again.

sasha smiled and moaned at the same time she loved how sam made her feel so violated yet so excited but so helpless she loved how forceful he was and how it made her feel she smiled so sweetly here she was just turned 18 and she was getting the best present ever and it was from a convict no less.

Sam pulled her nipples and twisted them in a full circle. "Lift your kilt and hold it up, honey," he ordered her. " Now pull the crotch of those lace panties to the side," and she did as she was told. "Take my cock and rub it in your slit, Sasha," he added, "just like you did with your fingers."

Sam moaned at his first touch of pussy since he was arrested. He let her keep sliding it up her hot wet furrow and against her swollen clit until she was moaning too.

He released her nipples. letting her full and heavy tits bounce back against her chest.

"Squat, baby, nice and slow," was his next command.

When she was squatting in front of him, his stiff, massive cock in her face, he issued another order: "Now suck your juices off it, like you did with your fingers at the bench."

Sasha brought her lips to the tip of his cock and licked it as he moaned again. Then she slowly spread them to take his cock into her mouth. His swollen glans disappeared gradually between her slut-pink lips as she opened wider and wider, struggling to fit his giant cock in her school girl mouth

his cock was so long and thick she had a hard time fitting it in her mouth but she wanted to please him she closed her eyes and shoved it all in her mouth gagging on it.

Sam took his hand and put it on the back of sasha head and forced it to the base her tears watering and her gagging he released she took his massive cock out of her mouth jacked it a little bit.

she then licked the tip then the sides licked from the tip to base and even tongued his balls.

"am i doing a good job?" she looked up at him with a smile

"Not bad for a school girl, honey," he said, "but a big girl takes it deep in her throat." As he spoke, he took his cock from her hand and slapped her hard on each cheek with it.

"But school girls can learn, my pretty little slut," and he rubbed his wet cock all over her face.

In one hand, he held its throbbing, dripping head to her incredible pink lips, and he twisted a fistful of her hair around his other hand. "Open wide for your con's big hot cock; stretch those slutty lips around it."

As soon as her lips parted, he pulled her head towards him and drove her mouth over his cock. She gagged, but he forced it in deeper. Back again so she could get a breath, and then in again, roughly pushing her 'till her lips were more than half-way down his shaft. He wrapped his own hand around the rest of his cock and began pumping up and down his shaft, smashing his hand into her lips on every up stroke.

"Suck me, baby," he moaned, "suck me hard. Lick me with that sweet tongue of yours."

Her tongue was driving him crazy, and he stopped jacking into her lips and began to thrust his hips, holding her head tight by the hair as he fucked her face.

"Now, baby, that's good, real good," he sighed, "you're a real fast learner."

Her tits were slamming against his thighs with every thrust, and it gave him another idea. "Play with your tits, girl," he ordered, "squeeze them and stretch your nipples just the way I did."

As the con was fucking her throat she played with her tits twisting her nipples and stretching them looking up at him looking at her playing with her tits her mouth started to get numb she could feel his cock go down her throat as he slammed her head onto it.

His back suddenly broke out in a sweat as his body tensed. He held her head with both hands and drove the whole of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She began to gag, but he held her there as his cock exploded, spewing hot semen deep in her throat. Another stream shot out. And another. Her throat was full of his seed and still he kept cumming.

"God, baby," he cried out, "you're making me come like I never have before." Three years of waiting for a woman shot out of him all at once, it seemed, and it kept coming, filling her mouth now, and oozing out the corners of her mouth.

As his last spurt flowed into her, he slowly drew his cock out, giving her space to swallow. "That was great, Honey," he said as he gasped for breath and she struggled to get all his cum down her throat. "Now lick my cock clean, sweetheart, and then lick your lips clean too."

He came, long and hard; that's for sure, but his cock was still as stiff as when he first shoved it between her lips. "Now, it's time to get down to some serious fucking. Where does the little school girl want her con boyfriend's cock to go next?"

she licked his cock clean then took her fingers and wiped the sides and shoved the cum in her mouth and licked the finger clean she smiled and got up she wanted to see his reaction "i think you had enough for the day" she started to walk away slowly

He watched as she started to walk away, and wondered if that slow, ass-wiggling sashay meant she really wanted him to take her. After all, she was leaving without even starting to put her blouse back on. He had to be careful, though; if he upset her, she could really make shit for him, another five in the slammer, at least. And he had cum like he hadn't in a long time. But it had been a long time, and he wanted more. He decided to take a chance.

Two steps, and he was on her, one hand over her mouth and the other tightly holding her arm. "Pretty sassy talk for a half-naked slut, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear as he pulled back behind the shruberry; "Maybe I don't think you've had enough for the day. It is your birthday, and you deserve it all."

She didn't put up much of a struggle, he thought, and he took that as a good sign. He released his grip of mouth and arm, and took hold of her big, bouncing boobs from behind. He squeezed and lifted them as high as they'd go as his mouth found her neck and gave her a little love bite.

He was thinking of that round, wiggling ass of hers, so he pulled her tits down, now, and bent her over in front of him. His erect cock pressed against her ass as he said, "Lift your skirt again. Over your ass. Pull your panties down to your knees. If you don't want to tell me where you want my cock, I'll just have to give it to you everywhere. Remember, Honey, it's your birthday present."

as he grabbed her she moaned and did what he said she pulled her panties down and skirt up and bent over " i love my birthday present"