*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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"Eighteen years long time killing someone what had it coming," Melvin Decker declared.
"Mr. Decker, we've been through this before," Jerry Chopin, his lawyer sighed. "Just try act contrite, huh?"
"Married man, fuck my innocent little baby girl, telling her he going get a divorce," Melvin spat bitterly.
"Again, Mr. Decker, we've been through this," Jerry said and got to his feet as the three members of the Parole Board entered the small room.
Melvin also got to his feet and glared hatefully at the two men and one woman. These three had been here two years earlier, in their ill-fitting suits and legal jargon and throat clearing and nervous coughs. Then after all the ceremonies, they still denied him parole.
"Fell for his shit, hook line and sinker," Melvin muttered.
"Uh huh, try to get that look off your face, huh?" Jerry hissed.
"And she wasn't innocent," he thought to himself. "Everybody in Stepping Stone had a piece of Melba Decker."
Nearly all of the boys in John F. Kennedy High School lost their virginity to Melba Pam Decker. Most of the male teachers had screwed the attractive nineteen year old girl as well. There wasn't a truck driver passing through Stepping Stone that didn't know the name of Melba Decker. The girl was a slut.
The only one that didn't seem to know this fact was Melvin Decker.
The hearing was called to order. Once again, the charges were read, the transcripts of the trial were read and Melvin was finally addressed.
"Mr. Decker, Melvin Lloyd Decker?" Ms. Goldblum asked.
"Yes ma'am," Melvin said.
Jerry gave a sigh of relief. The last time they'd met, Melvin had addressed the woman as 'wrinkled up old cunt' instead of 'ma'am.'
"No, no, you can remain seated," the woman said.
Jerry again sighed in relief as Melvin respectfully addressed the three members.
"At the time, I honestly, truthfully was not sorry," Melvin then said and Jerry's sphincter clenched. "I felt that what I had done was the right thing, protecting my baby girl."
He looked down at the concrete floor, then back up again. Melvin then looked at Jerry and almost smirked at the attorney.
"But, today? I realize, ain't nothing good come out of killing that man. My baby girl's reputation was still ruint, she was still knocked up, and her baby, whatever she done had? That baby ain't never had him or her no daddy. Even if that man was married, he still don't get be a part of his baby's life 'cause I done kilt him in a blind rage," Melvin concluded.
"Thank you, Mr. Decker," one of the men said. "Mr. Chopin?"
Jerry spoke of the positions within Mumphrey Maximum that Melvin had held. He spoke of Melvin's work in the prison laundry, the prison cafeteria, and most recently, in ground keeping.
"In short, Mr. Decker has been a model prisoner. And he has acquired skills within these walls that will enable him to secure employment once he is out of here," Jerry intoned.
"Damn, almost makes me sound good there, Mr. Chopin," Melvin said.
The three members laughed. Jerry, however, wanted to strangle Melvin Decker.
There was more paper shuffling, more legal jargon thrown about, then Melvin was escorted from the room.
"What you say there, Rat Baby?" a prisoner called out, calling the weasel faced man by his prison nickname.
"Same shit, different day," Melvin yelled back. "Ain't no way them mother fuckers ever letting me out."
The crew was already out, picking up the random scraps of paper, the random cigarette butts off of the ground. Tobacco was prohibited within the prison. But somehow, most of the prisoners managed to have cigarettes and lighters, also a contraband item.
Melvin grabbed Slim by his shoulder and nodded to the corner of the building. Slim nodded his head in agreement. The two men walked toward the corner, picking up scraps of nothing should any guard be watching.
Ducking around the corner, Melvin checked that no one was around. Then he unzipped his uniform trousers. Slim was already on his knees, mouth open. Slim's own cock was in his hand. He stroked himself while Melvin fucked his mouth.
With a grunt, Melvin filled Slim's hungry mouth with spunk while Slim spurted his own spunk onto the ground.
"Thanks, pussy, fucking needed that," Melvin grunted.
"Mm-hmm," Slim agreed, tucking his still dribbling cock into his denims. "Got it, Rat Baby."
It was nearly a month later that Melvin received word; he'd been approved for parole. The board had been somewhat impressed that Melvin Lloyd Decker was finally able to admit fault. What had really done it for him, though, was when he had jokingly said his lawyer was making him look good.
(It hadn't been a joke; Melvin did not have a sense of humor.)
That night, as he lay in his bunk, cuddled with Slim, Melvin talked about what he planned to do when he got out.
"Get me a hot little koochie momma," Melvin chortled. "Got me eighteen years of baby juice fill that cunt up good."
"What, what about me?" Slim tearfully asked.
"Aw come on, Pussy, shit, huh? Ain't nothing but a punk ass bitch," Melvin sneered and slapped the crying man.
He then spit on his hand, greased his cock and fucked Slim's wiggling anus.
That night, as Melvin slept, dreaming of blonde haired sluts with large breasts that would beg him to fuck their hairy pussies, fill them with his baby juice, Slim placed his tightly rolled blanket over Melvin's face. Then he knelt on Melvin's struggling arms, sitting on Melvin's heaving chest. When Melvin ceased struggling, Slim sobbed a tearful declaration of love.
"Looks like a heart attack to me," the Medical Examiner coughed when he looked at the corpse of Melvin Lloyd Decker.
Chapter 1
Shortly after her father's murder of Horace Whittens, her married lover, Melba accepted a ride from a trucker heading west, to the Baggett Mattress Factory in Bender, Louisiana. Her baby bump was just starting to show; the trucker thought the baby bump was sexy. He also thought it was sexy, how Melba could deep throat all eight inches of his fat cock.
He did not reach the drop off in time, so they parked in the yard and she climbed over into the rear of his cab. There, the man found out Melba liked anal sex more than she liked oral sex. And she liked oral sex a lot.
In the morning, someone slapped the side of the cab and the trucker woke up. He started the engine, then pulled around to the rear. With practiced ease, he backed his trailer into the dock.
