San Quentin Blues...write to poor old Bobby Joe

[Arioso]

Emily Litella to Bobby Joe

Dear Bobby,

Well, now I'm really confused. Here I expected a sexually explicit question, given the potty mouth nature of most of your letter, but you certainly are surprising, aren't you. I'll do my best.

How would it feel to have two guys mailing me at once? Well, where's the problem in that? As a woman who likes to speak her mind, I have plenty of penpals! You should see me when I really get going. I can handle more than two men mailing me at once! Why, I've had exchanges with entire football teams! It's so nice to think of those boys, pens in hand, trying to keep up with me.

Mother always told me I was prolific for my age.

Now, your friend Murph might have trouble holding a pen if he's used to 10 inches -- most ball points are much shorter than that. Warn him not to grip too hard when he first starts writing, because there's always the danger of accidents with pens (the ink spills all over your fingers, and we know how embarassing it is to walk around with ink on your fingers for the rest of the day).

Wait...what's that, Bill Murray? Not "mailed"...but "nailed"? Getting "nailed" by two guys at once?

Oh.

Oh my.

Well, that's completely different then.

Never mind.

Emily Litella

p.s. -- Joe, dear, I'm holding out for the whole cell block. It gets lonely in the sanitarium, you see.

 

[Guest]

Rita de Feliz (formerly Sr. Margarita)

Dearest Robert:

I bear good news and bad news. I will relate the bad first so that you may take hope from the good that follows.

Fr. Hardon now rests in the bosom of our heavenly Father. He passed on last night, not peacefully, but happily—atop me. Yes, he died in a sweet ecstasy, thank God. We must be grateful for the least of His gifts.

It was late at night, near midnight, when he came to my room. We had copulated three times already that day, most recently during an 8 o’clock rerun of your last film on the XXX cable channel. When I opened my door I could see from his blessed staff jerking under his nightshirt that he was in dear need of my gifts, yet again. I let him in hoping to dissuade him for health reasons, but he lost patience with me and roared, “Bitch-nun, I am your superior and you will obey me without question. Strip!” I begged forgiveness and thanked him for the lesson in obedience. I stripped.

He tied me to the bed with Mandy’s cuffs, then tore off his nightshirt in a frenzy. My holy juices began to drip and he plunged directly to my oozing pussy. He said, a bit more kindly, “Cunt-nun I’m going to eat you out and then I’m going to punish you before poking your virgin asshole.” I closed my eyes and began my ejaculations (that is, short repetitive prayers, not what your cock does. Tee hee.)

He pulled my fat cunt nun lips apart and fucked me with his tongue while poking round my corpuscle-engorged clitty with his Roman nose. He did eat me out, Robert, and the miracle occurred for the 20th or so time that day. I screamed my bloody lungs out and thought I was going to expire. He then took one of the cuffs from my ankle and tied it round my mouth growling in increasing vigor, “Sister-bitch, you need practice in the vow of silence.” I could not then tell him that my order does not take that vow; it would make communications with our flock too difficult.

He un-cuffed my other ankle and ordered me to wrap them round his ass while he fucked me to yet another climax. It took only a few minutes and I screamed silently through the fur-lined leather strap. He moaned rather loudly himself, and began to cough and choke. I put my feet around his neck and pushed back and forth until he was relieved.

Then he stretched and lifted my legs and tied my ankles to my arms so that my virginal ass was lifted off the bed and I found myself staring right at my leaking pussy. He replaced my gag with one of fluffy bunny slippers. I inhaled deeply our commingled sacred scents. Dick (we had by now begun to use familiar names) lapped at my messy larger nether-mouth and moved the blended cum to my asshole. The long laps, from clitty to puckered brown lip-hole brought me to yet another ecstatic moment. While he performed this new ablution he was more than generous in not excluding my titties from near divine delights. He pinched and pulled, mashed and kneaded them so that my special moment lasted beyond his.

Without further ado he raised himself up and plugged my tight and tiny butt-hole with his hot wet cockhead. I yelled in silence still and rolled my eyes in the initial pain, but his thumbs rolled my now extremely sensitive clit to a pleasure that matched the pain. As he took note of my new joy he plunged the long girth of his poker fully into my ass. I climaxed immediately as I watched the pumping in and out of his monstrous tool.

(I hope you appreciate my new vocabulary, Robert, I am trying to make this tale (tee hee) more accessible to your natural sensibilities.)

Dick kept pumping me long after I had come back to my normal senses and I knew then he was not well. His face and chest were blue when suddenly he clutched his chest and opened his mouth as if to yell but no sound came forth. I feared it was not his usual climax, then had the proof when he tumbled forth. I moved my head just in time or might have suffered a concussion from his violent fall onto me. His nose cracked on my shoulder but I have only a fading bruise now.

Robert, I lay all night praying for the good man’s eternal rest, all the time aware that his shrunken (though still a tight fit) miraculous member was still in my now non-virgin asshole. At seven o’clock we were found by Mother Superior. I will not burden you with the final details, but our gardener was called to pull Dick out of me and take him to a spare room. He was frozen in the position discovered so it was easy for Mr. Fuk-yu to carry him like a large parcel.

Mother did not release me but called the bishop to witness my demise. They took photographs for my file and cruelly punished me for causing the death of our beloved pastor. I cannot relay this scene to you for I am bound to confidentiality. I will tell you that the penance did induce another orgasm—one final blessing I can attribute to the spirit of Father Dick Hardon, may he rest in eternal peace.

Robert, to be blunt, I have been discharged from my order. I am now a lay-woman, and penniless. Mandy has taken me in and soon will teach me the tricks of her trade so that I may make my way in the world. I was allowed to keep my garter belt and hose—another small blessing amidst this tragedy.

My good news now: The warden of your ‘joint’ had earlier been given a special file on me by Dick and assures me I can still visit you this weekend. He has generously offered to escort me to the special private room and take Dick’s place in my ministrations to you. This kindness I take as another special sign from God. Warden ‘Stiff’ Johnson also plans to film our visit for his rehabilitation programs files. Imagine, Robert, our work will be available for the benefit and blessings of your fellow inmates.

I must stop now. It is getting dark outside and Mandy says our ‘workday’ begins soon. I need to join her in the shower and have her dress me for my first ‘day’ on the job. Please believe I am at peace with this new phase of my life. I will continue my work in the Lord; I simply will dress differently.

Peace my hunky boy,

Rita de Feliz (my real name, de Feliz means of joy)

 

[ariosto]

2nd letter to Emily

To:Emily Letilla
Shady Nub etc.



I don't know if your puttin' me on or if your really screwy.
I know it ain't nice to make fun of a poor con locked up with no pussy for the rest of his life neither. So I done two things.
By now you should be gettin' mail from all the mugs in Cell Block 19, that's 136 of us if you include Marilyn and I don't know what the fuck he's gonna write you about unless it's askin' how you keep your nail polish from chippin.

Now that should take care of the mail thing if you was on the up and up about confusing my question about gettin' nailed by to guys at once.

If you was just doin' a cruel joke on old Bobby Joe, then I got ya covered there too cause every con on the block says they'll wait in line to nail ya too (NAIL, means to get fucked in case ya didn't know!!!) Well everybody except Marylin who says he'll keep the guys nice and hard while they wait there turn.

Until I get some straight answers from you and no horse shit Ms Letilla, I'm not gonna go on with my story about screwin you with the screw. Instead I'm just gonna leave ya with my dick in your mouth and Murphy's ten inch cock up your cooze forever.

Shoot straight with me Emily cause I like ya a lot

Bobby Joe

 

[Arioso]

Emily Litella to Bobby Joe

Dear Bobby,

Thank you for your strange letter, although I admit I'm just as confused as you are. What's all this you say about me getting mail from all the muggers in Cell Block 19? Only the muggers? Then I don't understand our prison system at all, because I would have thought there would be carjackers, embezzlers, sexual offenders, murderers, and other convicts to keep you company. But 136 of you, and all muggers...well, all I can say is that purse snatchings must be an epidemic in your area.

But you are certainly a very nice man for letting all those muggers know where to find me. One of them even passed my location along to one of his friends "on the outside", who visited me last night.

Now that was a big change from Jeopardy in the sanitarium lounge followed by meds, restraints, and lights out. Well, Big Bubba (as he called himself) did use the restraints, although I've never had my ankles restrained up by my wrists before.

Is Bubba related to your friend Murphy? Because he had a ten-inch cock, too. He kept saying he was going to give it to me good, but the odd thing was he couldn't make up his mind. He gave it to me, then pulled it back out, then shoved it back in, then out. All this in out in out in out, it made me so tense the muscles in my stomach just tightened up until I was shaking. They finally gave out -- I'm afraid I just lost control, and it got very, very wet. Big Bubba didn't seem to mind -- he licked it all up and then gave it to me some more.

When he left, he said he'd be sure to send more of the boys along to visit. How sweet! I think we do have so much in common -- being locked up, one really learns to appreciate visitors. So by all means, Bobby, pass my location along to your friends in the Big House, even if they are all muggers. I like you, too -- which is why I'd never shoot you, Bobby -- I don't even know why you suggested it! I don't even know how to hold a gun.

Emily
c/o Shady Nub Sanitarium

 

[patford31769]

Bobby Jo my love

Thank you, thank you, thank you, for your latest letter. I read it and reread it and reread it again, and I had to break out my vibrator to calm my pussy, that's how hot your letter got me! I haven't come this long or this repeatedly in a very, very, VERY long time. So again, thank you! If your LETTER can turn me on like that, can you imagine what you and I will be like in person?

Well, you might not have to imagine it for long, my love. You see, last night,, Sister Margarita herself dropped in at my club, to thank me in person for forwarding that letter of yours to her a while back. When she asked me how she could thank me, I looked her up and down in her tight, form-fitting habit, and licked my lips like a hungry cat.

"Well, there is one way you could thank me, sister," I grinned wickedly.

"Anything. Just name it."

I climbed up in her lap, and ground my naked pussy on her more passionately than I've lapped danced with any client in SUCH a long time! "Does this give you any ideas, as to what I want, sister?"

She silently grasped my head in both of her hands, and gently pushed me downward toward her lap. She lifted her habit above her waist, and I took a long, slow, loving lick at her bare pussy (no underwear).

"Yes, sister," I moaned. "this is exactly how I wanted you to repay me."

She came and came and came, moaning something nearly incoherent about how orgasms are God's greatest miracle.

When I had licked up every last tasty drop of her extremely orgasmic pussy, I read her your latest letter to me. "Oh God," she moaned. "The lord has blessed that boy with a magical way with words, the effects of which I can feel tingling from my head to my toes, and especially in my nipples and in my womanhood."

I then showed her your photo, of your 12-incher emerging between the bars of your jail cell.

"Oh my God," she moaned. "Our lord in heaven creates great beauty in all of nature, but this has to be his very best work ever!"

"I agree, sister. I can't WAIT to wrap my hungry lips around God's finest creation."

"Me, either," she whispered, smiling, and softly praying something about, "May thy divine rod and staff comfort me." She then knelt down and took me by surprise with a long, slow, gentle lap at my pussy. "But God has created great beauty between your own legs, too, Patty. May I taste of God's great beauty now?"

"Please do, sister!" I groaned, as she ran her tongue up, down, and sideways, all over my clit and my G-spot.

"You know," she smiled between licks, "neither of us need wait much longer to experience the spectacular beauty that God has placed between Bobby Joe's legs. I am going to visit him next week. Would you like to..."

"Come visit him with you? Oh yes, yes, my God, YES!" I moaned, partly at the joyous idea of finally meeting you in person, and partly because just then, her tongue touched just the right spot to trigger the most powerful orgasm I've had in probably 6 months or more, right on her worshipful mouth.

As I exploded again and again and again all over her heavenly, angelic face, she repeated her earlier remark about orgasms being God's greatest miracke. I loudly moaned my agreement, as I came yet again.

Before I went home last night, I talked to the manager of the gentlemen's club where I work, and he agreed to let me have a week off to visit you, if I could get another girl to cover for me. I asked Sharon, the leggy blonde (5'11", 46DDD-26-36) who was my college roommate before we both became exotic dancers together. She told me she needed the extra money right now any way, and as long-time friends, she was happy to cover for me while I go off and get myself completely and thoroughly fucked by one of the hottest, cutest, most-skilled, and best-hung studs in all of porn. "Go! Go and enjoy," Sharon smiled, "and tell me EVERY juicy detail when you return. Better yet, bring back PICTURES!" she drooled. "Lots and lots and LOTS of pictures!"

So, Bobby Joe honey, my dear sweet man, Sister Margarita and I are coming to see you in person next week, isn't that wonderful? We both can hardly wait to lick, suck, and ride the enormous beauty that God has blessed you with, and for Sister and me to again pleasure each other, only this time as you watch and maybe even join in.

I am thinking about this upcoming visit, reading your latest letter, admiring that photo you sent, and...damn, excuse me while I get the vibrator again.

Whew, well I'm back again, much relieved, if you know what I mean (see vial of fresh, warm, drinkable pussy-juice enclosed).

I didn't want to sign off without telling you my final item of wonderful news. I showed your letter and photo to another old college friend of mine, now a lady judge. She agrees with my assessment. No man can write so beautifully, lovingly, and passionately about how he likes to pleasure women, and to also be so well blessed by God or nature, and then to be a murderer. It just isn't possible for such a man to kill anyone! She has taken a great interest in your case, and with her on your side, I think it won't be long now before your wrongful conviction gets overturned. She promised to contact your lawyer. If she succeeds, my judge friend wants payment, not in money, but by your tongue doing to her everything you described in your letter, sweetie. I hope you don't mind, but I told her OK, but only if I can watch!

I'm counting the days, hours, and minutes until Sister M and I visit you next week.

All my love

Patty

 

[StarXChyld]

Diane Whankaski

Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin

Dear Mr. Steele,

While I can understand your concern with my inexperience, I promise to do anything to gain your admiration and approval.

I apologize for the inappropriate photo that was enclosed with my last letter. That was supposed to be sent to my boyfriend, Michael, who attends Harvard Law School. We’ve been apart for the last six months and I miss him terribly. Again, please accept my apologies and I hope you won’t hold it against me.

To answer a few of your questions,. . .

While not quite a lawyer, I am working towards my law degree. I expect that working to release you will move me that much closer to my goal. I think I can learn a lot from you, Mr. Steele and that would make Michael so proud.

I would appreciate any "grease" that might help slide this thing along at a faster rate. And please don’t worry about special deliveries, I’ll be happy to get it any way you can give it to me. I’d be willing to go down there and get it myself it you think that would quicken your release.

I have spoken to your warden and he’s all over the idea of us getting together as long as he’s permitted to join us. He said he’d have my back while I face you for the first time. I have no problem with that as I think I can handle both of you with aplomb.

I’ve enclosed another consent form, as your letter appeared to only include a crumpled tissue. I must have your consent, Mr. Steele, before I can jump on this.

Very Cordially Yours,

Diane Whankaski
Coy, Virgin, Slitt, & Associates
2469 N. LaSalle St.
Chicago, IL 60613

 

[ariosto]

To: Rita de Feliz
Rough Rider Ranch
Reno


Hiya Rita!

You aint' a Nun no more?
Well that's cool even though I was lookin' forward to doin' a nun. I ain't never done a nun before see but I bet your a lot better off especially now that Father Dick is croaked.

I gotta tell ya somethin. I wasn't sure until this last letter but I was real suspicious.
See I know father Dick and so does Mandi/Kandi, you can ask her if I ain't right.
One time a couple a years ago Kandi and Trix and me was experiencin' a lull in the adult film industry business and my dough was long run out from doin that underwear stuff, so's we formed a sex act thing...Menage a Mundo, (that was Trixie's name. She had a lotta class.)
See we'd play bachelor parties, Legion smokers and Charlie Sheen's place. Got about a grand a gig which wasn't to bad.
Anyways we get this call see, and a guy makes a deal for us to meet him and some buddies at the Holiday Inn in Oakland, I forget which one.

Well we get there pronto and right away I notice somethin odd about these three dudes. One guy, the fat one has his head all shaved in the middle and he looks like Friar Tuck. The other guy is real young and skinny pale as a fuckin ghost, he don't say much he just keeps playin' with these beads. The other one, the one that calls, he's wearin all black clothes, well that can be cool but these weren't, and he's actin' real nervous.
I give him five and says,
"Hey you lucky Dudes This is Trixie and Kandi and me, I'm Bobby Joe, and we are the "Menage a Mundo!"
(That's how I always greeted our clients see?)
He shakes my hand with a paw like wet grass and smiles.
"This is Tom," He points to the fat guy. "This is Harry." He points to the bead guy. "And I'm Father Richard... I mean Dick"

You gettin this Rita baby? Father DICK!

Not only this but later on when I'm goin' thru his wallet I see his last name is Hardon and there's a little pitcher of the Pope in his wallet signed To My Best Dick, from JP2
No shit!
But I wasnt real sure of it till you said, he'd sai,
“Cunt-nun I’m going to eat you out and then I’m going to punish you before poking your virgin asshole.” Cause them is exactly the words he says to Trixie, leavin' out the nun part, alittle later on in the evenin.

So Rita meeta maid, the deal is your Father Dick was no babe in the woods. In fact he's a real prevert and kinda went nuts that night.
Lemme tell you about it...

The girls start off strippin each other down. (I bring the music on a portable CD, see). They know how to do it damned good, I seen um do it about a hundred times and it still gives me a boner just thinkin' about it. Well when they start lickin each others tits, these three guys really start sweatin'. I know they gotta be hard as rocks cause I sure am so I tells um to not be shy, whip out them hoses and start whackin off!

Well Tom and Dick do but Harry's kind a shy. So as soon as Kandi's butt naked, 'cept for heels and garter belt *grin*,
she goes right up and unzips him, sticks her hand inside and smiles real big.."Ohhhh Look what I got, she says and slips this fuckin' python out of his pants. I never seen such a cock in my life Sister!...sorry Rita.
And it's on this skinny runt who aint even lookin at Kandi who's already down between his legs suckin on his balls. This guys' got his eyes shut tight and's mumblin somethin and playin with them damned beads real furious like!

I practaly gotta pry Kandi off that guys rod and remind her she has to get all three dudes goin' while Trix and I start the fuckin'. That's always the first part of our act. She gets the boys steamin and dreamin while me and the missus have at it.

So these three are standin' around the bed with Kandi suckin' em off one by one while I lay Trixie down real nice...Damn but she was a great lookin broad. Her tits I swear Rita looked like highway caution cones after the implants...48DD and firm as rocks...
Damn..sorry gettin nostalgic here...(and horney *wink wink*)

Oh hell, I forgot to tell you. Warden Stiff come in today and said he wanted to ask me somethin.
I could tell he was shy about it. So I clap him on the back an ask what Bobby Joe can do for him.
Guess what?
He's nervous about you comin' here to help old Bob out and said he wanted some pointers from a pro!
Man o Man it made me feel good I'll tell ya. Gimme a big head!

(I'm gonna give you some big head pretty soon too. Hahahah)

I went over some basics with him, ya know foreplay items, eatin out, sixtyNine, rim job..the standard stuff.
We even brought Marylin over for him to practice on, but the bitch shreiked so loud we had to stop with Stiffs 'stiff up his ass.
Whole fuckin cell block was screamin an steamin!

So how's about sendin me a list of the things that really turn ya on baby, So the warden and me can be ready for ya.
We got lots a handcuffs here and billy clubs too if your into that. Old Bob, he's flexible.

I will close by telling you that I am real upset with you cause there aint nothin' virgin left about you no more.
You and Dickie boy has plugged every hole you got leavin' nothin for me. So I'm feelin' like a little punishment is in order...get my drift?

Give Kandi's clit a big long lick for me.

See you soon Rita baby

Bobby Joe Steele

PS..You can talk dirty to me anytime!

PSS...Is Patty the stripper from Hawaii comin too?!
Holy shit, I've died and gone to heaven!
Maybe I;ll find me a nun there...hahaha

 

[ariosto]

third letter to Emily

To: Emily Letila
Shady Nub Nut House


Emily I'm real glad you ain't got no gun. You would be one dangerous dame if you did!
Mugs, don't mean muggers, it means whole variety of cons that we got in this cell block. Mugs is what you call a colackianism.(That's what Marylin says anyway)

I am glad Big Bubba came to see you, and I give your address to Fast Finger Freddie, Wayne "The Schlong" Shifflit and Big Ass Pete
Rydeski who are all being released today and I hope you enjoy them as much as BB, whose dick ain't near as big as mine no way.

Everybady who wrote you says they wont right no more unless you send some naked pictures they can jack off with.
I know this probly aint somethin you've done a lot so let me suggest you set the camera on a table and aim it at your bed. Set the timer for about 5 minutes so you can get yourself good and hot ya know?
Anyways sit down and take off all your clothes. Then start squeezin' and pinchin' your tits...and maybe you can reach over and hit the shutter with one hand while you pull and twist your nipples with the other. Guy's like that cause they want to play with your tits too.
Anyway that's icin' on the cake, the real good pic will come after youve laid back, rubbin your pretty little clit all soft and gentle like, then really start goin' to town on it!
When your just about to cum, take a big old dildo, (One of those that looks like a dick, it can be black too, we got lotsa 'Brothers' in stir too ya know)
Anyway take it and slide it right up that love tunnel, ya know?
Move it around inside ya till you find just the right places, you should know cause your gonna clench up reall tight and sorta shudder/tingle, ache and itch all at once.
See That's when the camera goes off!
Right when that lil ol pussy of yours is doin its's best to crush and eat that dildo all at once!

The guys will love it!...You'll really start gettin' mail after that.

I'd like t'hear more about Big Bubba's visit Emily and if these three guys I mentioned show up maybe you can gimme some juicy details of that too.

Oh..heres a pitcher, I always send one to them gals that write me three times...

Just think of that big 'ol cock in you baby, when ya go to sleep tonight *WINK WINK*

 

[patford31769]

Patty

The week seemed to take forever to pass, before I could pick up Sister Margarita and go visit Bobby Joe in prison.

I was surprised that the Sister asked me to pick her up at a motel instead of at the convent. After I knocked on her motel room door and she asked me in, she admitted that she had quit the order, and was now just plain Rita.

I looked her over from head to toe and licked my lips. "I would never use the word 'plain' to describe you, Sis...uh, I mean Rita!" I declared. "I mean, look at you, you are dazzlingly beautiful."

"Thank you, you are so kind." And then Rita surprised me by kissing me fully and passionately on the lips. "Wanna 69?" she whispered huskily, breathlessly, eagerly.

"You have no IDEA how much!" I sighed. "But we'd better save this for Bobby Joe, to put on a real show for him," I smiled. Rita agreed, and we drove off to the airport, our hands playing in each other's lap throughout the flight.

Finally, Rita and I arrived in the prison's visitor room, and we both eagerly, anxiously waited for the prison guard to bring our luscious hunk in to see us, and we hoped, to satisfy us. We both sure wanted to satisfy him, too!

 

[ariosto]

fourth letter to Patty

Patty
Club Macadamia Nutz

First off, I never got that vial a cum, all I got was a empty bottle an a shit eatin' grin from Warden Stiff. Next time just rub it on writin' paper so I can at least lick it!

Now heres the next thing. I don't know who you went down on and who went down on you but I dont think it was Sister Margarita, who ain't no Sister no more by the way.
I think who you got was Mandi aka Kandi Klit, cause they been teachin' each other stuff. Kandis been given Rita slut lessons and Rita's been given Kandi Nun lessons and Kandi wrote me and said she'd tasted the sweetest pussy ever last week...tasted like coconuts and pineapples, naturally I thunk of you *WinkWink*
Actualy there's a way to tell. If you get your finger way up inside her tight lil puss, you can feel this little bump and if you rub it hard she will go apeshit! I maen CRAZZZZY! As far as I know Sister Rita aint got no bumps there.

Now I gotta tell ya somethin' about that visit but first I gotta tell ya that I had me a dream last night...
I'm sittin in your club see, down by the runway and Youve already slithered up and down that big old pole, I already have emptied my wallet in admiration and got no more left. So here you come right over to me and go down on your knees, that sweet pussy within lickin distance and I go for my wallet again..But I got nada!
You look real diapointed and start to get up but I pull out one of my autographed pitchers and hand it to ya.
You look real happy and yell out so everybody in the joint can hear..
"HEY ITS BOBBY JOE STEELE...SITTING RIGHT HERE!"

Well I get embarrassed see but you reach down and take my hand and I go up on stage with you...
Usually when I do the live sex thing or work on a movie set theres only a dozen people around but baby you got a audience of thousands it looks like!
And they're all chantin and screamin....
"DO HER BOBBY JOE! DO HER BOBBY JOE!"

Problem is when I jerk out my dick, instead a seein that big ol' batterin' ram they expected, I give 'em a limp noodle!
Me Bobby Joe...limp!
Maybe it was bein so nervous an all, But anyways you jump to my rescue like a Fairy GodMother, lay me flat on my back, with my pitiful prick behind ya and straddle my face, pushin that sweet pussy right over my waitin' mouth.
I swear girl you are good eatin'! Taste just like Kandi says, coconuts and pineapples don'e even begin to cover it!
I reach up over them creamy tan thighs of yours and spread that soft skin from around your clit and start to nibble, My tongue licks and teases and finally pushes right on up the tight little box of yours while my fingers pinch and rub that pretty pearl.
Your playin with your tits, I can look up and see that and the crowd is goin crazy!
I feel you shudder and your thighs try to crush my head and I keep on lickin..
"OH GOD BOBBY JOE!"
You scream and grind that sweet cunt of your all over my face. I just keep licken.
You arch way back, and I feel every muscle in your body tighten including those around my twistin, drivin tongue.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"
You moan real loud and I feel a sheet of warm cream wash over my tongue and into my mouth.
Your cummin by God!....and still I keep licken...

Then I woke up.

FUCK...I gotta finishe this dream tonight cause I know my limp noodle is by now knockin on your backbone and screamin' for attention!

Okay now about that visit.
I can't exactly tell you why but hold off a tad...could be *sly wink* Old Bobby Joe's gonna see you (and Sharon to by God) fore you see him...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Waitin to finish my dream...

Bobby Joe

PSS...You got any nekkid pictures of that Judge Lady?

 

[ariosto]

Diane Whankaski
Coy, Virgin, Slitt, & Associates
2469 N. LaSalle St.
Chicago, IL 60613



Dear Almost a Lawyer.

Harvard Schmarvard!
You don't need no College Pansey, you need a man. You need good Ol' Bobby Joe.
You get that cute little 'law school' ass in here and just watch the consent forms I'll give ya!
Yeah, you have my consent to suck my dick! Hahahaha!

I'm sorry Miss Whankanasty if I sound bitter but I just found out I gotta do a week in the "Box".
It's a little black iron cage set out in the middle of the exercise yard....in the hot boilin' sun. I get put out there naked and just got bread and water to eat, a guy can't even jack off in private!
Marylin says he'll jerk my rod if I stick it through the bars when he goes by, but the thought ain't nearly as appealin to me as
rippin your dove gray business suit off your ripe lush body and screwin' you about 37 times in every orface you got!

I'm gonna start with your mouth...
After I use your stockings to tie you to the bars, I'm gonna jerk off right in your face...let you watch my big tool rise up and get hard as steel...gonna run the tip all over your breasts rubbing your nipples with it then I'll press it against your face... tease your lips with it...make ya lick me....

God I'm gettin hard thinkin' about it!
Damn just look at this thing....

 

[ariosto]

Memo to Warden Izzy Stiff

The above letter was jerked out of the inmates hands while he was jerking off. That explains the near uninteligability of the words.
In addition to this a number of other letters were found stuffed inside his matress. We are currently trying to contact his correspondents to determin if thaey are actual people or constructs of his imagination.
Moving him to 'tight security' I think is a wsie choice, perhaps when exposed to 24 hiour surveillance and deprived of writing materials he will cease the constant masturbation which is undermining his health. (It will make you blind as you know).

Weve reserved the 'Box" for the first week of June. It should make the prisoner...or break him.

Francine Prikinher, asst Warden


OOC...Temporarily shutting this thread until June 6th.
It's been a blast!

Thank you all for writing.