A. LeChance - Vixen on top

"Bye," he said. "Have a good one."

"Bye."

Her first walk through the cellblock was the one she disliked most. It was the time when most of the men in the cells were settling in for the night. They could be seen in sorts of positions, jacking off in their solitude.

She'd seen all shapes, sizes and colors of cocks in the time she'd worked for the state's department of corrections and she thought she'd only seen a few that appealed to her. After all a cock was attached to a man, and it was the man attached to it that counted. At least that's what she thought at the present moment. She couldn't see herself going cock crazy.

Usually, the men would try to cover themselves when they saw her at the peep-window but some ignored her presence and continued playing with themselves as if nothing was happening. One of the requirements was that she scan for movement to determine that one man was in each cell and she certainly had no trouble meeting the criteria. She saw plenty of both.

At one time or another she'd caught everyone but one guy. Marty made a personal game of trying to catch him too but she just couldn't seem to be there when he whipped it out and started flogging himself. It made her wonder. She realized the cells were home to the men confined there and she knew they all got horny but the one man she wanted to see jacking off never presented her with the spectacle.

Because it was her last night, she was determined to catch him with his cock in his hand. She had to see the men in room number twelve stroking his meat.

When she passed on the first walk of the night she saw her subject watching television. She continued the walk, finishing the first pod, then returned to number twelve.

The man was lying under the covers and the television was still on. Marty tapped lightly on the window. He smiled and waved to her. She motioned for him to come to the door.

His answering gesture was for her to move away so he could get out of bed. "Good evening, Officer. What's up?" he asked.

"Hi Kit. Just thought I'd say hello. And goodby."

"You're leavin'?" he asked.

"Yes. Tonight is my last night. I start a new, job Monday."

"Its about time. What took you so long?" Kit looked Marty up and down. "I always thought you were smarter than the others. I figured you'd leave soon. Is the new one a good job?"

"Sure is. I'm starting as a floor manager for a department store in town. It includes some security so my time sent here wasn't all wasted. I got the job cause of my experience!"

Kit asked, "Better money too I bet?"

"Ha. About three times what I make here," Marty told him. "Well, I've got to finish my walk. See you later." She took a step and then asked, "Oh, Kit. Are you going to be up later?"

"Yeah. Probably. There's a movie coming on at one-thirty and tomorrow is Saturday so I can sleep in."

"Good. I'll talk to you later."

Marty waved and walked away. On the way back to the office she thought about Kit. He'd been the first inmate she met when she started to work in the correctional facility. He had always been polite and courteous. And, he'd given her some good advise. He warned her of backstabbing political guards and told her they would walk over her to get their promotions.

"Well, no back-biting, jealous male counterparts to worry about," Marty told herself.

The walk was completed. She sat at the desk and made her entry into the log. The shift commander stopped by and talked for a while. He checked the log and left. It was time for another walk through the building.

Marty wanted to talk frankly with Kit and she knew it would be three to four hours before her supervisor returned. She peaked in his window and tapped on the glass. Kit turned to see who was there but, before he could get up Marty slipped her master key into the lock and opened the door.

She knew she would be fired on the spot if the commander found that she had entered a room at night without a second officer present. The lock turned quietly and she walked in. "I told you I'd be back."

"Yeah, you did. I'm glad you made it," Kit said. "Is there anything special you wanted to talk about?"

She didn't quite know how to put what she wanted to say. Was she going cock crazy, or was it the man it was attached to that interested her so much.

"Well, uh, not really," Marty answered. "It's just that, uh, I've seen all the other guys masturbating at least a dozen times since I started working here. Everybody but you, that is. How come?"

Kit smiled and answered, "I don't know how embarrassing it is for you, or if you enjoy seem a man jack off. I'm just funny about it. If I do it to myself I like to enjoy the solitude or I like to do it with a cooperative lady. The door in between us seems too much of a barrier. Some guys like to show off, and I can get into that too, I just prefer to be close."

A grin came on Marty's face. The funny feeling was starting to return to her groin, "Were you planning on, well, you know, taking care of things this evening?"

In the dim light of the television Marty could see the blush rise in Kit's cheeks. He looked her squarely in the face and said, "A few minutes more and you might have caught me, finally."

"Maybe tonight you don't have to fuck our hand," Marty said. She blushed, too, because of her bluntness. She sat on the edge of Kit's bunk and stroked her thighs. Kit was shocked and surprised. He lay back on the bed and Marty slipped her hand under the sheet. His skin was warm and smooth. She ran her hand slowly from his belly down to his cock. Though Kit was not big, his dick was well above average. It was thick, too, and hot.

Marty was surprised at her own brashness. She didn't want to stop once she felt Kit's cock. It had been too long since she'd had a man. Her hand encircled the shaft and she stroked it slowly. It grew hard quickly and a drop of clear juice moistened the tip. Marty knew that continuing as she was Kit might not last a long time because he'd been deprived for a long time too. She wanted his cock up inside of her cunt so she let go to avoid an early orgasm.

Marty stood up, dropped her pants, removed her shirt and started to join Kit on the bed again but at the last minute she said, "Fuck it," and stripped completely.

Naked, she stood beside the bed and looked down at Kit. "Will I do? Would you rather have me than your hand tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I'll make you love it too," he sighed.

Kit threw back the sheet and revealed that he had his underpants down around his knees; the preparation for the solo sex he was about to indulge in when Marty came along.

He got up, pulled the sheet loose and threw it on the floor. "The bed makes too much noise," he explained.

Marty laid on the sheet, on her back, and spread her legs. She reached down and fingered herself while Kit watched. Without a word, he knelt between her knees and leaned forward to position the head of his cock against her hot, wet cunt. He didn't move at first, just took a deep breath and spoke, "You do want it?"

"Yes, and hurry," Marty answered.

Marty's pussy sucked him into her. It was good. She hadn't been fucked for such a long time that the presence of a cock now fit better than she remembered. She knew, for certain, that it felt better than her finger which she regularly depended on.

Marty knew that it was worth the risk she was taking. They started to move together, slowly at first, enjoying the wonderful, hot, wet silky feeling on each other.

Kit experienced an actual suction on his cock by Marty's cock starved pussy. With each thrust into her he felt the back pressure of her womb rubbing the sensitive head of his cock. And, when he pulley out, there was a powerful tog from he cunt to try to hold him deep in her.

Little slurpy sounds started as the both produced a lot of pre-climactic juices. Moaning filled the room. For the couple who had done without sex with partner for such a long time they simply fucked. They did not concentrate on making love to one another, they were each working to satisfying a deep itch that could come only by being coupled cock to cunt as they were at that moment.