Chapter 1
"Man!" Tony watched the nurse move. She walked with the grace of a ballet dancer, buttocks rubbing lightly together beneath the tight white uniform, breasts jouncing. Her hair was long, pulled straight back from her brow and tied in a girlish ponytail. How old could she be, he wondered. Twenty-two? Three? Too young to be working in a maximum security prison with a thousand men who hadn't known a woman in years.
Years! Twenty-five to thirty the commitment papers read. Tough Tony Giardino. He hadn't meant to kill the man, merely punch in his greasy face for the smart remark directed at Lois. But he was a pro boxer, a man whose hands were considered deadly weapons by law.
All for Lois, whose hair was the same white-blonde color as the gauzy stuff on the young nurse's head. He opened and closed his fists, remembering. He eyed the attractive girl ... small, fine blemishless features ... lips that were naturally pink and pouting ... long and smooth peaches and whipped cream legs. Thighs.
What was Lois doing now, he wondered. Who was she fucking? Who? "Do you have a pass?"
"Wha ... f He blinked at the lovely girl, at the name on the badgelike pin all civilian personnel were required to wear. Jean Simmons. Jeanie? Was that what they called her? Like the movie star of the same name?
"A pass!" the nurse snapped. Her blue eyes grew cautious. A frown marred her brow. She looked about, as if searching for the cop who was somewhere in the quiet infirmary, supposedly keeping a sharp eye on things. "You ... you're not permitted in this area without a pass from your wing officer."
Tony scowled. The cop was off drinking coffee somewhere, he knew. Or reading a Playboy magazine. Or making a play for one of the other nurses. The new prison wasn't much different from the outside world: cunt all over the place, and everyone - cops and cons alike - making their pitch. "Nobody said anything about no pass," he said finally. "I cut myself is why I'm here."
He thrusted his bloody hand at her, displaying the gash where the homemade shank had sliced into three fingers. Good guy Tony. He deserved it for butting in; he should have known better than to try and break up a fight, to take a knife away from another con with a grudge. With ten years in, the possibility of parole a few months off and the rest of his bit to be served at the spanking new prison where everything was different - cleaner, better food, nurses and secretaries roaming the inner compound under guard - he had no business at the infirmary with a knifewound.
The nurse took his hand, examined the wound. "It... it's awfully deep," she said in a small, soft voice, a voice that said, I'm new at this___at prisons___at nursing. "How ... ?"
She looked questioningly into his face.
You know how, he thought. Violence. A shiv. And I bet your cunt is deep too. Deep V tight. I bet you could take a sore prick 'n' make it all better.
"Hobby work," he answered, using the excuse that had become a joke among the cons. No one would question it, he knew. The administration too had accepted the explanation as an out for a guy who couldn't say a buddy had gone off on a fit, flashing a shank. As long as no one was seriously hurt, the warden and his staff, under pressure because of the riots plaguing prisons throughout the country, figured a guy with a sliced hand had done everyone a favor, perhaps saved a life. He could see that even the new girl had been briefed on the ruse; that although she didn't believe him, she knew enough not to complicate things by asking more unanswerable questions.
He watched the nurse reach for a sterilized swab from the jar on the medication tray, felt the sting of the damp treated cotton. He flinched.
"Oh! I... I'm sorry," she said, eyes wide, almost pleading. "It's gonna hurt some. I ... I have to get it clean before we stitch you up."
Tony nodded. He held his hand steady while she dabbed at the cuts. He looked swiftly about the glass cage, beyond which the hospital corridors, closed doors branching off either side, stretched like spokes from a hub. The building, like the rest of the prison, was ultra-modern, with recessed fluorescent lighting in the ceiling; floor to ceiling jalousie windows, tiles, a color TV in the lounge where the nurses sat and gossiped each noon, and the various tanks and equipment, all new and polished to a high gleam, to be found in an emergency room on the outside.
His gaze settled on the swinging door to the operating room. They'd have to go in there, he thought. Just him and Jeanie. Alone! He looked back at the girl, watched her tits press against the tight uniform with each breath she drew. Lois! If her face were painted, thick with red lipstick and green eye shadow, Jean Simmons could pass for Lois' twin. He wondered if she had the same white-blonde fuzz on her pussy.
"There!" Jeanie looked up with a smile, cocked her head. "A few stitches V you'll be as good as new."
Tony felt her small slender fingers close reassuringly over "his. His joint ached. She was beautiful - young, innocent. The type girl he'd been dreaming about for a decade of lonely nights in a cell. He was tempted to crush her to him, to mash her pink lips and bruise her soft body with the frustration that made his dick hard whenever a woman - any woman: young or old, fat or skinny or ugly - swished a female ass within shouting distance. He took a deep breath. "I'm as good as new just talking to you, baby," he blurted.
The frown returned to the girl's brow. She studied him, as if trying to decide whether he was just being nice or had cunt - her cunt - in mind. She released his hand. A tiny foot touched the pedal that opened the lid of the waste can, and a tinier hand dropped the bloody swab into the trash. She drew herself up tall, sniffled. She squared her small chin. "We'd better get you sewed up," she said, refusing to meet his gaze, staring instead at the large white-faced clock on the wall. "My relief'll be here in twenty minutes. I ... she's not as liberal as I am about guys in here without passes."
Alone that night, the lights out, the moon showing bright through the barred window high in the wall of his cell, Tony flexed the bandaged hand and thought about Jean. He hadn't felt the needle closing the cut. He'd felt only the girl's tiny fingers, her nearness. She'd seen the bulge at his fly, he was certain. She knew he was looking through the white, summer-weight uniform, envisioning her tits and belly and twat. And when she turned to go to the medicine cabinet across the operating room, wide hips working smoothly, the light from the window outlining her figure, the swell of her ass, he felt sure the abrupt backward glance held a promise, maybe even a dare.
He groaned. Rolling onto his side, he clutched his stiff cock. "I'd give my right nut for a piece of that pussy," he mumbled - almost a prayer. "Jesus!"
But he was in prison, he reminded himself. No matter how modern the complex, no matter how liberal the administration that allowed women to walk the grounds as if it were a college campus, he had only to touch the girl, make an improper advance and have her yell rape! and he'd be back in the dungeon upstate - the riot-torn, crumbling monstrosity being used to house only what the press called "the hard-core criminal" - with thirty years more on his time sheet.
He squeezed his prick hard, as hard as he could. Until the hunger changed into hurt and the stiffness was gone. He sighed, closed his eyes. Outside he heard footsteps; the screw taking a headcount. The flashlight glared into his cell, left. The footsteps continued on down the catwalk, became faint, faded.
Lois! he thought, sleep clouding his mind. Jean was too much like the girl who'd taught him all there was to know about sex - the blonde with the insatiable cunt and hot nipping asshole. But it wasn't always like that, he recalled. Not when they first met. Not when Lois was fourteen, a virgin, and he was the one who initiated the loveplay.
He willed his mind back, recapturing the scene in the cap; the first time. Inside his head it was fifteen years in the past ... five years before the creep with the wise mouth called Lois "a pig in a blanket" and got himself killed. It was their fifth date. It was summer, the season for shorts. But no one wore shorts like those Lois had on.
A pig in a blanket, he mused ... drifting ... falling into a restless sleep, and the cramped front seat of the borrowed convertible where he first saw the rare white-blonde hair that grew in abundance between pretty little Lois Fielding's plump teenage thighs.
"How come we always have to park?" asked Lois as he silenced the engine and turned toward her. She looked at him with apprehension. She sat the seat sidesaddle, one leg curled beneath her cute butt, creamy thighs forming a provocative V which led to the smaller, maddening V, the swell of her virgin pussy, at the crotch of the tight yellow shorts. "Every time you take me out we end up here," she continued in a huff. "In the woods. Boy!"
Tony laughed. He moved closer, moved his hand up her arm to her shoulder. Already his dick was rock-hard. Lois in shorts and a matching crop top was the sexiest chick in town. He pressed his lips to her cheek, remembering the last date, a week before, when she showed the first signs of coming around. When her mouth opened beneath his, and she allowed him to ease her down on the seat, scurry atop her and dry lay. Tonight was going to be different, he'd promised himself. This time he wouldn't pop in his pants, wouldn't be satisfied with a dry run when with a little more patience ... !
"That tickles. Stop," whispered Lois as he blew in her ear. Her hands came up to his chest, as if to push him away. She leaned back into the corner against the passenger door, half reclining. She pouted - a sweet little girl trying to get her own way.
"Tickle or not, you dig it," said Tony in a gruff voice, gaze darting from her firm breasts to the puffy place atop and between her gapped open thighs. He used his nose to push her long hair aside, nibbled her earlobe. His hand slipped lower, brushed the side of her tit. "Like last week. You dug it real good when I was on top."
"I didn't. I..."
"Shit!" He slid his lips across her cheek to her mouth, dabbed with his tongue.
"You're terrible," breathed Lois, slipping lower in the seat. "Ouch!" She made a face, uncurled her leg and squirmed to get comfortable. The shorts pulled even tighter at her crotch, the material digging into her cuntlips, outlining the objective. Moonlight from the windshield licked her white thighs, made them glisten like marble.
But soft marble, thought Tony. So fucking soft the bulge in his panstleg dented one tender expanse. The wrinkled skin on his nuts grew tight. His rod pulsed. "Lay down like you did last time," he said. "Nooo."
He kissed her, mashed his lips to hers until her mouth opened with a long sigh. He put his arm about her slim waist, hand splayed at the small of her back, applied pressure. Her ass began to slip lower. He eased his legs onto the seat and went down with her. Lower and lower until they lay side by side, with one of the girl's lovely legs over the edge of the seat, foot on the floor, the other pressed to the throbbing maniac at his crotch. He left his hand where it was, wedged beneath her at the waist of the shorts ... massaging.
Lois began to breathe faster. The hands at his chest came up, clutched at his upper arms. She didn't resist when his tongue slipped deep in her mouth; played over, around, under hers, licked her teeth. She was a hot one, mused Tony. He could feel the innocent fire in her young loins: the inexperienced but nonetheless exciting spasms making her thighs quiver, making the flesh pliant, willing. He touched her tit, heard her moan no-owl but felt the fat nipple grow rigid against his palm. He applied pressure there too ... working the crop top and bra on the taut bud ... working her into compliance.
The first real resistance came when he moved the hand beneath her down the seam of the shorts and into the hot crack of her ass. Lois tore her mouth from his. "D-don't!" she stammered, big baby blue eyes glazed, moist lips swollen, face flushed. "I ... you k-know I'm ...oh! OhhhhhHHHHH! Y-you know I never di-idr
He knew. She'd told him often enough - half a dozen times on every date. But he couldn't forget her gyrations the week before, and he was determined to make her give up what she'd been teasing him with for a month; he was determined to snatch her panties off, fix it so she'd never again be able to tell him about her fucking cherry.
He wedged his leg between hers, felt her shiver as his thigh met her damp crotch. She was pissing cuntjuice all over the place. He could smell it; a fishy but pleasant stink, the strong odor of a young, unused pussy, a cunthole in heat. "I won't really do it," he lied. "Not all the way, Lo. Only like last time ... but maybe with your shorts off."
"No!" Her hands returned to his chest, tried to push him away. But her cunt wasn't resisting. Her hips moved gently, almost imperceptibly. Round and round. Grinding. Pleading for the stiffness in his pantsleg.
Again Tony kissed her. He drove his tongue so deep in her mouth that she gagged. Her hands balled into fists, pounded his chest. But when the hand on her ass found the zipper, worked it down and crept inside to cup a plump buttock, the gagging became an incoherent pleasure sound. Then she moaned - the way she'd moaned the week before when he centered his dick and began to dry-hump it to her.
Her ass was so soft, hot. He traced the crack all the way down, to where the twin melons flared out and turned back to meet full satiny thighs. She was a bake-oven there. He pushed the panties into the split, fingers exploring until they encountered a springy mound of cunt-hair. He groaned. Quickly, before she could resist further, he wedged his other leg between hers, centered the bulge of his meat, and began to pump.
He might have come in his pants despite his resolve had Lois not tried to escape him again. But just as it was getting good, just as he got his fingers beneath the panties, seeking the tiny brown hole low between her quivering cheeks, the girl twisted away, turned onto her side and tried to sit up. "No, Tony," she wailed. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"My fucking ass, no," he growled, wanting her more than he'd ever wanted anything. "You'll gimme some cunt or ... !"
He locked one arm around her waist, pulled her back down, this time with her bottom tight to his enraged cock. With his free hand he fumbled between them, loosed the monster. It grew harder, burrowed into the open shorts and forced the panties deep in the split up her little round backside. "You'll gimme some or I'll take it," he barked in her ear. "Then I'll tell everybody you fuck - the Whole goddam neighborhood ! I'll pass it aroun' so's the guys take you off whether you dig them or not. You'll have more big fucking cocks up your belly than a chicken shits eggs."
The threat made the girl whimper. She stared back at him with doleful eyes. "They... n-n-no-body'll believe you."
"Won't they?" Tony laughed.
"You ... you ... !" Lois began to cry. Her hands came up to her face to hide the tears, the shame. She trembled - a frightened little girl in his arms.
Tony experienced a momentary stab of compassion. But his dick, the fat pulsing glans, was experiencing a different, stronger emotion. The hot split where the panties were sucked deep between the halves of the girl's luscious bottom seemed to be breathing: the melons of satiny flesh opened and closed, caressing his need, teasing the monster until he thought sure the cream in his nuts would cannon off before he got himself sheathed.
Quickly, ignoring the girl's woeful sobs, he undid the one button at the back of the shorts: The garment fell open. He thrust his hand inside shorts and panties, cupped the springy mound of her pussy. "Chrissakes !" he hissed. "Jesus, Lo, it's soft. The softest cunt ever."
"Oh, don't. Ohhh! OHHHHHHH !" Lois doubled up, tried to escape the cruel fingers seeking her virgin cunthole. "T-T-To-neeeeee !"
He was beyond hearing her pleas. The feel of her delectable young-girl pussy - the hair like goose feathers, the lips fat and wet and nipping in spite of the minx's loud complaints - made him wild: a rapist, if that was what was required. He simply couldn't wait any longer, had to have her.
"Easy, baby. You know - " he drove two fingers roughly up her tight cunthole - "you dig it real good. Gooder than anything! I knew it last time when you dry-humped me like there was no tomorrow. Man! Lo wants to screw!' I been tellin' myself all week. 'She wants it but she's got to be persuaded some is all!"
"I... I owl OWWWWwwwwwwwwwww!" Lois stared back at him. with confusion in her wide tearful eyes.
"It feels good, don't it?" he pressed, working her clit, grinding the length of his stiffness into the crack of her ass. "Admit it, Lo. You want my dick up your belly as bad as I wanna put it there. Say it! Say,'Fuck me, Tony! Put your big rod up my pussy!' Say it, Lo. SAY IT!"
The girl shivered. The muscles along the inner expanse of her thighs grew taut. Her jiggly assflesh tightened. "I ... I w-want you ... I ... oh! Oh, it'll hurt. I know it. I... I know it'll hurt something awful."
He had her, he thought. Pretty Lois Fielding was going to let him fuck her. Every guy in town was on the make for the adorable blonde with tits out to there I but he - Tough Tony Giardino, the nothing kid from the slums with the fast hands, fists that were going to take him somewhere, make him somebody - was going to cop her sweet cherry.
First in war, first in peace, and first in the heart-shaped wedge of Lois Fielding's virgin cunt he thought triumphantly. Was it blonde like the silken hair on her pretty head ? Or was it black like the scruff on the other pussies he'd poked in ? He abandoned her twat, pushed the shorts and panties down her legs, off. He unbuckled his belt, kicked free of the pants and cumbersome shorts. He didn't much care what color her soft pussy hair was. He didn't much care about anything except the pink slit nestled below the short springy curls, and the barrier, her maidenhead, waiting within for the bludgeoning force of his angry hardon.
She didn't resist when he turned her onto her back once more, nor when he climbed between her trembling teenage thighs. He paused for a moment to lift the crop top to her neck, undo the bra and bare her big - too big for a girl of fourteen - red-nippled titties. "Manoman, you're beautiful," he croaked, meaning it, thinking she was the most provocative girl he'd ever undressed. "Your tits, your cunt. Manoman!"
He glanced down, groaned. She was indeed a true blonde: moonlight played on the triangle of spun gold atop her swollen vulva. He positioned himself, the tip of his dick at the wet mouth of her sex. She even looked like a virgin, he thought. Her body was unmarked, with not so much as a freckle to mar the stretches of whiteness and pink ... belly ... smooth inner thighs. "Baby!" he grunted, fucking his hips suddenly forward.
"Tony, d-don't hurt meeeeeeeee," cried Lois, shrinking back, grinding her ass into the cool leather seat as the knob of his prick parted the moist lips of her pussy, burrowed in. "Ow! Ow, it ... it's too fri-ig!"
But it wasn't too big, Tony knew. There had been other protesting young girls - lots of them in the tenement neighborhood where he grew up fucking everything in sight; fucking even his two little cousins, one with barely a hair on her twat. Each had complained about the size of his member... all the time taking it in, in. Gobbling him up until only the roots remained outside, then straining for more, for his balls. Lo was tight, new. But there were many tight cunts that had held his eleven-inch stake. Assholes too. Tiny pink mouths. Girls were built to be stretched to accommodate, to be used.
"Hold tight," he directed. "It ummmmm! Um, baby, it's fucking hot. Hotter than any other motherf ucking ohhhhhhhh! Just push up with your hips, doll. Help me. It ah! It umahhhh! It'll only hurt 'til we get my dick all the way up your hole. Then ... !" He expanded and contracted the glans against her hard clit, demonstrating what was in store.
"Umph! Um-umph! UMMMMMMmmmm!" Lois threw her ass up off the seat, thighs gapped wide. A spasm passed through her belly. Her cuntlips tugged like miniature fingers on the tip of the long cylindrical rod protruding from the satiny fuzz on her eager white-blonde pussy.
"Yeeeah," breathed Tony, fucking in short rapid thrusts until half the length of the formidable monster was in, the glans throbbing at the elasticlike barrier. "Now ... now raise your knees," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"P-plant your feet on the seat, 'n' when I say go! you push up hard so's it'll go in. Push as hard as ah! Ah, Je-zus H. Fucking Christ! Go! Now! Push up h-hard!"
The girl began to comply. Knees up and pointed out at either side of his loins, thighs forming a pink and creamy white thoroughfare to the tiny hole that had never before known a man, she planted her feet and lifted her little round ass off the leather. Then she gasped, fell back. Her face squinched up. "Ow! You-ow! Ow-wow! Stop! It... it... owwwwwwWW-WWWWWWWWWW! Ithur-urts! I... you OW! You... y-y-you're k-k-killring meeeeeee!"
"Shuddup 'n' fuck!" Tony reached beneath her, took firm hold of the satiny cheeks of her ass. He pulled back, until the tip of his joint - slimy with the jellylike lubricant from inside her sopping wet sheath - almost popped free. He looked into her flushed lovely face. There was fear in her eyes. Fear and hurt. But there was something else too: the residue of the thrill of having her hot clit awakened.
He waited until her belly and thigh muscles relaxed; until the girl, as if she thought the painful part was over, began to moan and move her hips tentatively. He watched her eyes flutter closed; he watched her head jerk slowly from side to side as the pain receded and his fat throbbing, meat soothed her hard pleasure bud into renewed compliance. Then he lunged.
"T-T-To-neeeeee!" The girl's blue eyes flew open. Her hands clawed at his T-shirt, trying to push him away, to ward off the fiery sting being shoved up her tight virgin lovehole. "It hurts. It oh! Oh please! God! No! Oh-ah-ohhh! Stooooooooooooop!"
Again he lunged. Kneading her ass, drunk with the feel of her tender flesh in his huge cal-lused hands, the sensation of tearing into her belly, her pleas, he fucked his dick in and out, in and out, in and out - deeper and deeper each time, until the barrier, as taut as a drumhead, gave, allowing the last inches to glide smoothly up her now bloody, no longer virgin, hot and tight and pulsing little-girl cunthole.
He groaned, fell with his weight full upon her. His lips covered one pink tensile nipple, sucked it deep in his mouth. His fingers moved deep in the crack of her ass, to the tuft of fine hair at her anus. One twisted in and tore another loud cry from the girh "It's done," he said against her lush tit. "All the fucking way in, Lo. Man, you're good. Great pussy. The best. Wiggle some. Get used to it up there, because from now on, every night, two and three times on weekends, me 'n' you're coming out here to screw."
"I... I... Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ... !" Lois shivered. Her pussy spewed blood and juice down his balls onto the leather. Her asshole opened and closed, opened and closed on his long brutal stinkfinger. Her hips bucked.
Tony knew the struggle was over. He could feel her inner cunt muscles absorbing the hurt of first penetration, working now to please instead of repel. He raised up, glanced down at the union. "Motherfucker!"
It was a delicious sight. Superb. Her fat little blonde pussy, the hair matted with sweat and cuntjuice and watery blood, lay flush with his coarse black cockhair, the mouth sucking the roots of his bloated pole as a baby greedily sucks a bottle. His nuts rested against the smooth underside of her buttocks. Their bellies touched with each labored breath she drew. Best of all was what was happening inside ... the feathers dusting the glans of his prick ... the lubricants heating the furnace, caressing the shaft of his manhood as they washed down the slippery walls of her snug vagina.
His mouth returned to her tit, teeth nibbling the turgid pink bud crowning the lush jiggly mound. He spread the halves of her ass, said, "Fuck, baby. Move. Show me what that sweet cunt can do."
Lois obeyed. She wiggled, slowly at first, but with abandon as his dick began to grind in and out. She raised one leg timidly to his waist. The other she threw over the edge of the seat, opening wide, making her pussy and asshole more accessible. "To-neeeeee ... !" she cooed, hips matching his steady fuck rhythm. "Ow! Ow-wow! D-dp it, Tony. Hummm! Ho-ow! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... !"
Tony knew how she felt. Fucking was great - the greatest thing ever. Particularly when it was him doing the screwing on someone as new and lovely as Lois Fielding, ex-virgin. He kissed her neck, her chin. He traced her lips with his tongue. He gripped her ass, fingers digging deep in the versatile flesh, pulled back and slammed his dick up her round belly with all the force in his loins.
"Owah! Ummmmmmmmm I" The last ounce of hesitation left the girl. "K-kiss me," she whimpered, leg high on his waist, toes curled on his back. "Oh, kiss me 'n' fuck me, Tony, Tony, Toneeeeeeeee. Make me oh! Oheeeeeeeee! M-m-make me come! Fuc-f uck c-c-cream up my
He didn't have to be told. Already the gism was climbing up from the wrinkled sacs smacking her ass with each forward stroke. His prick was leaping inside her, the glans swollen twice normal size and thumping like an abscessed tooth. He mashed his mouth to hers, slipped another cruel finger up her tight rectum, and fucked as he had never before pounded it into a girl.
When it happened, when the semen spurted and tore a blissful moan from the blonde, Tony went limp. He gasped. He drooled into her mouth ... the spit shooting off in time with the hot goo firing like molten lava at the depths of her silken vagina. He felt her pussy close tight, trapping his cock, the lips holding the vibrating length buried to the hilt in the wet warmth of her newly discovered weapon - the persuasive tool she'd carried between her legs for fourteen years, and was only now, after countless denials, learning to use.
"Go, ah! Jesus! Go again, baby," he grunted, wishing it could last forever. Wishing they could remain in the car, cunt and cock united, hips and buttocks working as one, and come and come and come until time washed them away.