get a real good sucking hold on his dick with my used tongue. At that point I would hear the silent moan in his voice. His hands would tremble as they held my head in place. He would be ready to cum and I would be afraid of him cumming in my mouth. I wouldn’t want to taste all of it.

As my mouth would suck as hard as I could, he would slowly push his dick to its full length all the way down my throat one last time. I would try to resist, but he wouldn't let me. I would feel his dick begin pumping. He would try being as quiet as he could as he unloaded his cum down my throat with many pumps of his dick. As he was almost finished cumming, he would pull his dick back up into my mouth and pump twice more for my tongue to have a taste. He would then tell me to swallow it. As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, he would tell me to suck it clean. As his dick would get ready to leave my mouth, he would grab hold of it with one hand, still holding my head in place, he would wipe the last bit of juice on my lips. He would then tell me to lick my lips clean. At this point he would position my head so I could look up into his eyes as he pulled his underpants back over his spent dick and then tell me I could go back to bed.

That was my first fantasy in jail, which I did not cum from for fear of being seen touching myself. My next relocation was the Pods at River-head.