Chapter 2

Duia was moved to her new quarters. She was stationed with three other women who looked at her suspiciously as she entered the cell. There was a tense silence, then one of them, a lanky Amazon, spoke up.

"You one of Ringo's girls?"

Duia looked at the Amazon, then at the other two women. One of them was kicking back on her bed, her legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. The other was sitting hunched over, looking at her feet. All three of her new cellmates were young, not much past thirty anyway.

Duia wasn't sure if she should tell these women that she was 'one of Ringo's girls'-maybe there was some secret jealousy or rivalry between those who were and those who weren't.

"Com'on, speak up," the Amazon demanded. "We're Ringo's girls and wouldn't like it if you aren't."

Duia was still a bit apprehensive but finally she gave in and nodded her head. "Yeah, the fool is going around calling me 'his girl'. "

There was laughter from all corners, then the Amazon grew serious.

"He's all right once you get to know him . . . you know, he brings you stuff and you start feelin' secure and that's a good feeling to have when you're in prison."

Duia threw her bag on top bunk of one of the two beds. The girls introduced themselves.

"My name is Peri," said the Amazon. She had rippling flesh with enormous tits jutting from her chest. Her hair was a darker blonde than Duia's, a blonde that lit up like a sunburst exploding down her back in an avalanche of golden rays.

"Do you like my hair," Peri said, laughing and pointing to Duia's own blonde head.

"It looks natural," she answered.

"Yeah, some have told me it looks like a bursting sun but they're just trying to be poetic to turn me on. Actually I like to refer to my hair as a liquid doubloon, you know what I mean?"

Before Duia could answer, the next girl introduced herself.

"Just call me Rocky," she said, in one of those pouting grimaces hard-ass women affect.

Duia nodded her acknowledgement and the third girl presented herself.

"Name's Kathy."

This Kathy was built along the lines of Duia, a brunette she was, with those firm globes of fleshy delight bulging from her uniform.

Duia fit in just right with her three mates. They would stay up all night and talk about their criminal exploits, the dicks they had sucked on the outside and other feminine interests.

The other three were all in on minor violations. Petty theft, ass check writing and so forth. None of them considered themselves criminals. They were 'adventuress.' The word adventuress kept creeping up over and over. Prison was another adventure and soon Duia was in a similar frame of mind. It was the only way to keep from going insane, really.

Three days after she had arrived in prison, she found herself lounging in mid afternoon, laying on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling. She was thinking of Sam. The asshole,' she muttered beneath her breath. He was probably in Mexico by now with another cunt hanging on his arm, wheeling and dealing with weed compadres down in Sonora. He had always promised to take her down to Mexico and run her up and down the coast, from Tijuana to Mazatlan, all the way to Central America on their trip to the high plateau dope fields in Panama. But now that dream had been halted.

But what pissed her off was how he left her dry in her time of need. Even after she had been arrested and tried to call him to bail her out, he was gone.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the heavy boots clanking on the iron corridor.

When she turned her head Ringo was standing in front of the bars, a big grin across his face. "How's tricks girl?"

The last person Duia wished to see was her 'daddy' Ringo. She fell back into the pillow, hoping he'd go away.

The lock turned and she heard the cell door open.

"What? You don't want to talk to me?" Ringo sounded hurt and Duia flopped on her belly, looking down at the brutal cowboy from her bunk.

"What do you want Ringo?"

His grin broke into a jaw splitting guffaw. "You kill me girlie, ya really do . . . Can't you smell hard dick meat?" And Ringo began rubbing his crotch with both hands, rubbing the bulging contours of his leather prick.

Duia wanted nothing less than to have to submit to this crazed guard. The taste of his salty seed still clung in her throat like curdling piss.

"If you try anything Ringo I'm going to scream. I'm going to scream and let everyone know what you're up to."

Ringo stepped back a bit and lost his smile. Then he said slowly, "You still want to live don't you?"

Duia read the man perfectly and kept her peace.

Ringo kept standing in the middle of the cell, his hands on his hips, a leering grin on his face.

'Well ass-hole, do what you're going to do,' she muttered under her breath.

"What did you say? Huh? Speak up little bitch, so 'ol Ringo can hear what you have to say."

"I didn't say anything."

"I saw you tiny little lips movin'. What were they movin' for? You gettin' ready to suck my pecker?" Ringo bubbled in laughter as Duia steamed.

Well, if the worst thing he was going to do was have her suck his cock it wouldn't be so bad.

But Ringo began removing his belt.

'Oh Shit,' Duia squirmed. 'He's going to start getting nasty.'

"Yeah honey, this 'ol belt has seen a lot of fresh ass. Bit a bit of one, it has." He was whopping the end of the belt against his leg.

"Yo . . . you're really sick."

Ringo began laughing. "Well, I may be sick but you're the one who's goin' to have the sore ass."

Duia suddenly panicked. She didn't dare to yell out for fear that he would go on a rampage and strip her flesh off piece by piece like a slab of bacon.

She jumped up from the bed and positioned herself on her knees, holding the pillow in front of her.

"Oh no! A little play huh?" Ringo snapped the belt against the post of the bed. 'Whack!' The leather cracked against the wood, shooting splinters in the air.

Duia cowered near the wall, keeping the pillow braced in front of her chest.

The belt was slung forward again, thudding against the pillow. The force of the strap threw Duia back against the wall. The pillow flew from her hands and suddenly she was naked. Naked to the belt.

Ringo lumbered to the bunk, his head peering up at her. The belt was swinging in his hand. Beading sweat began drooling from his face.

"All right girlie, fun time is over . . . Now strip!"

There was such force and authority in the man's voice that she complied with lick split speed.

Down went the buttons running down the middle of her prison garb. She shrugged from the uniform and let it fall to the bed.

She was wearing one of those tiny bras that snug and push up the tits. The fulsome flesh heaved over the top of the bra, making Ringo's eyes bulge.

"I want to see those nipples, com' on show me those rosy tips!"

Duia wrapped her arms behind her and unlatched the bra, letting it fall to the bed. Her tits jut out to the guard like delectable fruit. The rosy nipples were hard and positioned like tiny barrels ready to shoot some hot lead into Ringo. Tiny goose bumps rose all around the flesh baubles, making the guard stomp his feet like some ugly bull.

Duia stood up and let the uniform fall from her hips. The flimsy panties were snugged close to her crotch, a dark puff bulging the panties out.

"Off! Off!" he yelled in delirium.

Her hands hooked around the tight band of the undies and slid them down her sleek brown thighs-thighs that looked as though they were sculpted in some artists studio, smooth and marble.

Her dark triangle pussed proudly out to the guard in a kind of defiance. It was a close cropped beard, black, before dipping into her thighs like hands in prayer.

"Oh Lordy," Ringo moaned, "how come it ain't blonde like the rest of ya?"

Duia wasn't listening to the guard. Her hands were wrapped around her shoulders, trying to fight off the chill.

"Git down here . . . git down here and stand proudly before your daddy."

Duia stepped off the bed, revealing her gleaming tight ass to the guard. The sleek crack folded into the flesh, holding tight, dark with tiny curly hairs.

She stood before him, eyeing the ugly belt in his hand.

"Damn, I'd hate to mark up that beautiful flesh of yours . . . I'd sure hate to."

Duia was prepared for anything. She was careful, scoping any twitches or tell-tale signs that would tip off his hand.

"Now, you've been a bad girl," he admonished. "You've tried my patience and I'm a busy man so I'm goin' to have to punish you."

'What's the asshole babbling about,' Duia thought to herself. He looked glassy-eyed-she had seen it so often in the drug fiends-this misting clear marble rolling around the sockets.

"Turn around," he said.

She complied, facing the wall, not quite sure what he was up to. "Spread your legs," he ordered. She did so, revealing the hanging patch of manicured hair between her thighs. Ringo stared at it for a moment and began to raise the belt. But he stopped and instead took his night stick from his gun belt.

He pressed himself skin to skin with the prisoner, his groin rubbing into the rounded buns of her ass. A cloud of cunt odor wafted between her legs and sent his head reeling with lust.

"I wanta see if ya got any concealed weapons," he growled, like some animal.

Before Duia could think she felt the butt end of the stick against the flesh doors of her pussy. Her cunt was dry. Ringo lurched upwards and shot the stick deep into the dry womb.

"AhhhhhhhgggggOOOOOO," she groaned in pain.

The stick staggered up the resilient flesh like sandpaper, halting then moving forward in short spurts till it was lodged against the far wall of her pussy.

"Don't seem like you're sweatin' any," he growled.

The hard stick jabbed her womb, making her wince in pain. She remembered the first time she ever fucked. She'd been a freshman in high school and had been turned on by a junior hood. They had lockers next to each other and he used to rub his groin against her leg without uttering a word. When he asked her out she accepted. Out they went, straight to this secluded spot where he halted the car.

"Pull your panties off girl and let's see what freshman are carrying around in their pants these days."

Duia was a shy and naive girl and she complied, not without a tinge of terror, through. Little did she know that her date had already slipped his zipper down and was ready to crease her crack with a mighty thrust.

She slipped her panties down and threw them to the floor of the car, revealing the virgin patch of wood that would soon be crawling with the junior's crabs.

Before she knew it, her head was pinned against the door and the man was sticking his thick meat in between her dry walls.

It had hurt that first time and now it hurt just as bad. Ringo twisted the stick all around, shoving it in then pulling it back.

Finally she felt the walls secrete their potion, lubricating the wood, making it easier to move through the pussy.

Ringo's hand moved up and down as if he were pumping some old rusty faucet for all its worth.

"Yeah," he enthused. "Yeah, now it's comin'. Haha, woman can't resist desire.. . they're just like the men, when desire is there they cry for more, no matter if it's pain or pleasure."

The stick was like the cock of a petrified giant. It burst her pussy lips apart, wrenching them in two as if it were a crowbar.

The pain shot through her spine and radiated to all parts of her being, setting her nerves on fire.

She began emitting tiny moans, tiny cries of desperation which made Ringo shove the stick harder and harder up her drooling aqueduct.

"Oh God, Christ, no please, you're hurting me!"

But her outburst only fired his crazed eyes. He was looking up and down her quivering flesh, watching each pore bubble up in stark terror. His hand was a blurring flesh of action, shoving the stick up and down with the power of every fiber in his body behind each thrust.

"Work with it honey!" he ordered.

She heard his voice through the cascading explosions in her mind. She wasn't sure what he meant but let her body play on the rampaging stick.

She skewered her hips down, squatting and twisting on the violent stick, making it jam up against the furthest wall of her cunt.

Suddenly something broke inside her. A knot of nerves or lust suddenly frayed and sprayed up through her flesh. The pain disappeared and now it was all a turn on. The stick was no longer a pain weapon but a tool of pleasure.

"Oh God, God," she moaned.

Her cunt drooled and frothed its juice on the stick, lubricating it and making it slide easily up and down her sex channel.

"That's right babe, really get into it!" Thus Ringo shouted at her, he positioned directly behind her, his mouth nearly in her ear.

The stick would jam all the way through and press against the uterine wall, as if trying to break the thin, tenuous flesh between the one space and the other. She encouraged it, twisting and thrusting her pelvis down, relishing the feeling of the huge poker that threatened to break her wide open.

She braced herself against the wall, holding herself upright while the night stick shot ecstatic arrows of lust through her spine. Her tits bounced back and forth, up and down, crazily rotating to the utter power strokes of the guard and his stick.

Ringo took his other hand and wrapped it around her chest, enclosing one of the fleshy tits in his fist. He squeezed as if he were trying to choke a little bird. The grip hurt Duia at first but she ignored it, wanting instead to give in full to the heat flushing lust bursting through her being.

His hand groped around her tit before sliding off to the hard pink nipple. With two of his fingers he clenched them over the nipple and let her have a jolt of tit pain.

"OOOOOOAhhhhhh," she squirmed, her chest shaking, trying to find release from the strong cowboy's grip. But all she succeeded in doing was to thrust her pussy further into the stick.

Ringo released the nipple and slide his body down till he was on his knees. His face was directly opposite the inviting crack of her ass and he stuck his tongue into it, all the while jamming the stick further and harder into the drenching cave that was her pussy.

He grabbed the wood with both hands, shoving it up for all his worth. At the same time he kept sliding his tongue down her ass crack, dipping it into her tight brown button before going up again, all the way up to the small of her back.

Radiating bursts of utter Eros swirled through her flesh, lighting her being with utter desire, utter lust desire, utter utter utter utter, like some horny cow!

"OOOOOOOO," she moaned, as she felt the guard's tongue dip once again into her ass crack. She thrust backwards, spreading her ass cheeks with the momentum of her action.

Ringo's tongue dug into the dry, crinkled hole, deep into the little hole of excess which women love to have licked especially the prudent one's who would never admit to it, even to their closest friend.

He kept whacking the stick into her dripping twat. The action was so furious that tiny spumes, bitty licks of the juice spilled out from her lips and spattered the man's hand.

She wanted nothing more than to have a big hunk of meat up her pussy, that would really turn her loose. But this was Ringo's game and he wanted the hard stick up her.

She wiggled down, then pulled herself up, twisting and dipping her pussy all over the night stick. It rammed one side then the other with powerful vibrations, melting her flesh-sending her to sexual paradise.

Duia felt it coming. It started slow then built like water behind a dam. Then suddenly it broke and deluged her being with utter lust.

"AhhhhhOOOOOOaaahhh," she panted, panting with the rhythm of her exploding climax.

Her flesh was trembling against the face of Ringo, hot and trembling as he rubbed his tongue about her soft buns, tickling her peach hairs thereof.

"Oh shit, fuck," she cried, in the throes of her burning climax.

Ringo kept burying the stick deep, nearly to the hilt, then twisting it around the tight entrance of her lips, making the flesh doors quiver with delight.

"More! Give it to me more," she pouted, the lust overwhelming her sensibilities. Her cunt kept sending its bubbling brew over the surface of the stick, making it slick and blurry within her.

Her flesh quaked with the power of lust. The power of exploding lust that burst over her body like an avalanche of tumbling fire. Her legs rocked up and down, flexing, then thrusting backward, all movement devoted to sending the stick further up her pussy, to fill her cunt with the polished wood.

"AhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhOOOHHHH," she moaned in ecstasy. The tidal wave of climax swept up through her, standing every nerve on end, at attention as it were, as the massed formation of sexual want passed in review.

Ringo let the stick hand down, pinned between her pussy lips like a Bowie, as he slumped to the floor, his body drenched in sweat.

Duia's body was heaving deeply as she leaned against the wall, as the climax played itself out. The embers slowly died, the vibrations whirled out of her, leaving her, finally, with nothing left but the desire for more.

She turned around and noticed Ringo on the floor, on all fours for that matter, his hands red and sore from their sexual duty.

She wanted to say something but nothing came. She wanted to tell him that it'd be all right now, as long as he didn't hurt her she'd do anything he wanted. But she decided not to speak.

Ringo finally composed himself.

"Honey," he said, flicking his eyes up at her like some dog, "you got a real snatcher for a pussy . . . I could feel those muscles ripple and tug at my 'ol night stick, like it wanted to eat it up, devour it, gobble it into your fuckin' womb."

Duia smiled. 'Daddy' seemed real impressed with her sex and that always made her smile. But she remained silent, really not knowing what to say.

Ringo struggled to his feet. "Yeah, no doubt about it . . . you're my girl now . . . you're one of them."

Duia didn't particularly care one way or another but she had already sensed from talking to the others that it was a decided advantage to be part of Ringo's 'family'.

"Look! Shit! Would you look at that?" Ringo was pointing to the ubiquitous outline of his lust engorged pecker that seemed ready to leap out at any moment.

Duia looked at it knowing what was running through the man's mind. She was ready for a fuck now . . . yeah, a fuck was just what she needed.

"You want to get relieved huh?"

Ringo looked at her. "Now you're catchin' on."

Duia started to step to him, to let the pecker fly from its cage but Ringo put his hand out.

"Now, there ain't no time for suckin'. . . I don't even want to fuck you . . . not pussy wise anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he said in that cowboy drawl, a little cowboy who's prick's been caught in the wrong panties. "I was down there in your asshole with my tongue and got to thin' how nice it'd be puttin' my 'ol whopper in there."

Duia was taken back a bit. Some men had tried, yeah, they had tried to bust that ass with their peckers. But those dudes were crude. They'd pin her up against some wall then try to jam it in without the convenience of some jam or cream. They'd push and thrust but it'd be no go. Then they'd beat her. 'You fucker, you sweat down in your pussy why not down in your asshole?'

This is why she kind of drew back from the suggestion. But she remembered that Ringo was in charge.

"Up my asshole?"

Ringo looked deep into her eyes. "Yeah, the asshole."

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, his eyes flicking up and down, her sleek back. He cast his gaze on the rounded, smooth ass that seemed to invite his pecker like a delectable fruit.

Duia stared at the same wall. She heard Ringo's zipper fly down, then heard his self-satisfied grunt as the whopper stabbed the air like some flesh weapon.

She felt his calloused hands spread her cheeks.

"Yeah," he mumbled as if he had marbles in his mouth, "there it is, there's that little, tight button."

Duia didn't want to protest, at the same time she remembered all those times that men had tried to penetrate the dry button. The pain!

Ringo stepped forward and slid his cock down the tight crack of her ass. He placed his large hands on her hips and saddled around, till the head of the pecker was resting against the asshole.

Duia braced herself. A hot chill ran up her spine, like licking fingers, preparing herself for the ass ordeal.

"AhOOOOOIIIIII!" she shrieked.

Without warning Ringo had jammed forward, sending his thick pecker skidding through her ass canal.

"OOO God," she moaned. A bluster of pain blew through her flesh as she felt the awesome pecker try and maneuver in the desert like area of her ass-a grainy hot sandy flesh rubbing against the bursting pecker.

"I.. . it's tight but I.. . I'm gettin' it in there," Ringo grunted.

His hands threw her hips forward then pulled them back as the awkward pecker plowed through the arid ass.

"AhhhhOOOOOO God, it hurts Ringo, oh shit it hurts."

"It's supposed to honey, it'll strengthen you for the ordeals of prison," he grunted back.

The hot burning shaft wormed down into her ass pit. Her ass shot backwards, trying to get the cock as far in as possible. As long as she was going to have pain she may as well go all the way with it. That's what she figured, as the pecker scraped her raw ass with its massive head.

"UUUUAhhhhh," Ringo groaned. "What a tight asshole you've got!"

He jammed it in as far as he could, till the head was probing along the walls of her fleshy ass cavern. He couldn't really jackhammer it in so he oozed it through like a pole through dry sand.

Hot lust embers crackled up and down Duia's flesh, burning it with pleasurable bliss. "OOOOO shit," she groaned. "You're turning my ass into a big cock. It's filled up with your meat!"

Her words seemed to make Ringo increase the action, despite the friction of the raw skin.

She could feel the raw head pound against the walls of her ass pit. It seemed to her that he was sticking it in as if he was trying to burst through to her pussy.

"EEEahhhhh," she groaned.

Ringo's pecker ripped her ass like a machete whacking through jungle vines, back and forth, back and forth. He was grunting like an animal as he plunged his pile driver in her hot ass pit. The sides of her ass were exploding with passionate pleasure. The ass channel was rubbed raw by the thrusting ramrod.

"Ahhhhhhh," she splurt. Her tender tits swung rhythmically with each powerful thrust.

Ringo could see the round of flesh bounce and tremble in front of his eyes and couldn't resist taking his hands and circling them around the delicious bulbs of delight.

A blinding light exploded in her head and plastered her body with white hot pleasure.

"O my asshole, O my asshole!" she screamed.

"You asked for it honey!" he yelled back.

He wheeled his hips back and forth like a machine, making his prick jam deep to the hilt into the prisoner's ass. Every muscle of his body thrust forward into the confines of the tight ass. The burning, chafing flesh vibrated with the contact of the massive fucking.

Burning lust coals fired through the prisoner's body, turning it to liquid pleasure. The pain was still burning but ever slowly it was overwhelmed by the welling pleasure.

Every nerve in her body pulsed and radiated with boiling want. As she felt the plunging dong move around her ass pit, she took one hand from the wall she was braced against and began massaging her wet, black cunt. Her soft fingers entwined in the bush, sending arrows of shivering Eros pulsing through her veins.

"Ummmmmmm," she squealed softly.

She watched the frantic hands of Ringo grapple and squeeze the fleshy goodness contained in his tits. He rolled the diamond hard nipples between his thumb and little finger, shooting lust tremors up the prisoner's spine.

"Mmmmmmmm squeezing my tits really turns me on," she sighed sensually.

"Turns me on too!" he replied with hot breath. He jabbed his prick harder into the thick muscles of her ass, twisting it like a screwdriver. The small, trim ass quivered with voluptuous delight.

"It's a burnin', " he blurted. "But sure feels goood!"

Duia's finger slipped through her wet pussy bush and snaked between her thighs, to the luscious slit that pulsated with its electrical juice. She spread her proud lips apart and slid the finger in, dipping it into the full well of her cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed deeply. A shot of pleasure coursed through her being, making her body toss and turn restlessly.

She carefully maneuvered the finger in, till she was at the bristling mound of sex that quivered in a clump like a hive of wasps. Upon her touch an electrical hive of sexual desire was unleashed from her core, radiating to all parts of her being.

"Ahhhhggggghhhhh!" she moaned, surrendering herself to the lustful poundings that stroked her body.

Her finger dug deeper into the hot twat, sending waves of pussy come cascading down on the exploring appendage. She could feel the bloated head of Ringo's cock digging through her ass pit and rubbing against the thin wall that separated her ass from her pussy. Her finger crawled along the dripping walls of her cunt, moving with the cockhead in all its movement.

"OO shit, that your finger I feel?" he implored with a panting breath.

"Yeah, it's my finger. I'm gonna get that cockhead of yours!"

"Well here it comes!" Ringo shoved with all his might sending the hot prick down into the flesh of the ass. The big prick prodded the skin of the ass, stretching it, as he tried to poke through to her pussy.

"OOOOOAhhhhOOOOO!" Duia panted. Her finger rolled along the contour of the prick head, giving the man extra incentive. His hips plowed back and forth like crazy. Both of them were oblivious to the aching, burning flesh that frictioned against each other like un-oiled machine parts. His pecker was like a thirsty man digging the desert for water.

Exploding rockets of lust desire boomed through Duia's body, making her thrust and squirm her hips into the charging rod of love.

Ringo drove the dick to the hilt, his sweating mangle of hair scratching the peachy surface of the woman's ass. He left it stick in and let Duia's hips hump back and forth, around and around, so that the cock touched all the sides of her ass. Her finger jammed her twat causing a flash of pussy come to tumble down, like water behind a cracked dam.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned. The massive cock hung in her ass like a pole. The fullness excited her beyond words. She shook her ass like a cement mixer, moving the dick all around the chasm.

At the same time her finger twirled the hot, frothing juices in her pussy. The two zooming lust pulses drove up her being and met with the beacon of pleasure sending its light from her massaged tits. Her flesh crawled with Eros, making her head spin with pleasurable sun bursts of bliss.

The orgasm budding in her being suddenly bloomed like a great flower, sending its blissful, earth-quaking heaves through her.

"AhhhhOOOOOEEEEEE!" she groaned. The bursting climax spiraled its lust through her like a sparkler throwing off its orgiastic sparks. Her body gyrated like mad, rocking the two lovers for all their worth.

"OOOO Fuck! Ohhhh Shit!" she moaned at the tip of her lungs.

"Keep pumpin' Duia! Keep it goin'! " Ringo's wad pranced at the gates, its creamy hooves digging into his groin. His prick sliced back and forth like a pile driver, as the orgiastic woman twisted her hips like a hula dancer.

"OOOOO Ringo! My skin's on fire!" she yelled. The orgasm consumed her in a wave of lusty heat, making her blood boil with bubbling bliss.

"Okay honey, get ready for a big load!" Ringo howled.

His come gate was stampeded with the hot hooves of his boiling seed, seed that rampaged through his quivering cock.

"Ahhhhggggg," he groaned in relief. The come spurt from his dick and coated her ass pit with its creamy goodness.

"Ahhhhh," Duia sighed, as she felt the soothing come lick the prickly flesh that had been rubbed raw by the ferocious fucking. Her ass filled with the sticky seed. Some of it splurt out the asshole and trickled down her thigh.

"Ummmmmmm," she moaned.

Ringo kept twirling his prick around the asshole, now that it was slick with the come. The slippery, gushy movement turned Duia on more and she slid her torso back and forth like a piston.

"Oh God, keep it up! This is tooooo fucking much!"

"I'll mash all this come into your flesh," he panted like a wild man. His hands squeezed her tits tightly, like a vise, making her body tremble with excruciating pleasure.

The big cock slowly lost its magnificence in the bath of come and slithered down like a lowering flag. It finally couldn't hold any longer and popped out of the ass button like a cork.

"Ahhhhhh," he sighed.

Duia leaned up against the wall. Her asshole throbbed and burned with pleasure.

"How'd you like that ass fuck?" Ringo said with a bit of a laugh in his voice.

Duia was silent for a moment, her body still trembling like aftershocks. Finally she uttered, "I've got to have more of that."

Ringo laughed. "Honey, we've only begun!"

Duia held herself against the wall, feeling the come just recently released from Ringo's pecker slither down the walls of her ass.

She heard Ringo zip up his pants and turned around.

The guard faced her with a big grin. "Yeah, ass fuckin' is what all women need . . . don't you think so?"

Duia didn't answer him, instead she jumped on her bunk. When she landed on her ass she felt the wad squish around the hot cavern.

"You goin' to bed girl?" Ringo asked, while he strapped the belt around his waist. His voice was fraught with sarcasm.

"I don't want to be naked when my roommates come back."

Ringo laughed loudly. "We're all in the family girl, there's no need to be modest."

Just at that time the three of them were coming back from their classes on the other side of the prison. Both Ringo and Duia froze instinctually but when they saw who it was their bodies grew slack.

"Oh ho! What do we have here?" Peri called out.

Ringo opened the cell as the rest of the 'family' scooted into the cell.

Duia was on the bed trying to fit the uniform over her sweating tits.

"Hope we didn't interfere with anything," Kathy said devilishly.

"Now, now girls, let's not embarrass Duia-she's your sister and you've got to look out for her you see."

As each of the women passed the guard they gave him a little kiss.

Ringo waited a moment then left the cell, leaving the four women to themselves.

The other three women quickly huddled around

Duia's bed, looking up at her as she slipped her arms through the slits of her uniform.

They all wanted to know what happened. Duia wasn't about to tell them that she had received an ass fuck from 'daddy'. But she learned quickly that there were no secrets in this family. Within the hour she was pouring out the whole story; how the guard had fucked her with his night stick and then fucked her ass with his prick.

The three were all ears.