Chapter 6
I needn't have worried. Sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, I received a visit from Tina herself. She nodded at me, pulled her chair a little closer than necessary, and ordered Dog to fetch her breakfast. Tina lit a cigarette and waited for her lackey to return. I ate nervously, wondering what the leader of the push had in mind. She took her time letting me know.
"You're a good looking piece of ass," she said in between mouthfuls of porridge. "Is your hair its natural color?"
"Thank you and yes," I said, doing my utmost to be cool.
"I'll have to check that out. But later for that. What's happening with you and Helen. Is she your old lady?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Okay. If she tells you she is, tell her I'm your old lady. You got that?"
"I got it," I said, but I was far from sure that I did.
"You're a smart kid. Hey Dog, get me some more coffee, And make it fresh this time. This slop ain't good enough for you even." Dog slunk away. There seemed nothing more to say on the subject, or at least Tina felt enough had been said. She accepted the mug of fresh coffee from
Dog and told her to get under the table. "I get so horny in the morning," she said to no one in particular.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Dog slide in between her mistress's legs, pushing her prison skirt up over her ebony thighs, and applying her face to Tina's crotch. Tina went on eating her breakfast, interrupting herself only briefly to shift forward so Dog could get at more of her snatch. I could feel it in my own cunt, the steady lapping and nibbling, and it was hard for me to be composed. How did Tina manage it? She reminded me of people who had smoked so much dope that it no longer affected them. They could smoke all day long and remain utterly normal. The question that had often occurred to me was: if it doesn't get to you, why bother doing it? And that was what I wanted to ask Tina.
"That's nice, baby, keep it going," she said to the groveling Dog. The mousy blonde's head bobbed back and forth and she breathed noisily through her nose. If any of the other inmates noticed this little scene they gave no indication of it. Perhaps Tina was used to having head with breakfast.
I made up my mind never to let her subjugate me that way. No matter how she bullied me or threatened me, I wouldn't make love to her unless she was prepared to reciprocate. If I wanted one-way screws I could turn to men, after all.
"Okay, okay, that's enough." She pushed Dog away but didn't bother to rearrange her skirt. I glanced down involuntarily and saw a mass of tiny black curls growing in a rough triangle, disappearing between muscular thighs, and growing upward in a fine line to her navel. Traces of Dog's spit and sweat were still in evidence, slicking back the hair about the folds of her cunt, and it was those details that really shook me up. I wanted to slip under the table and eat her right then and there, and I think Tina was waiting for me to do just that; but I wouldn't! I finished my breakfast and walked off to the scullery. She was right behind me.
"What's the matter, bitch, you don't like to eat no second-hand pussy?" she hissed, grabbing me by the hair and snapping my head back.
"Let me go!" I said. Anger flared up in me and I shook loose to get on with my business. Tina promptly grabbed my hair again and tugged on it playfully but painfully.
"Uppity white slut!" she said. "Don't you be giving me no lip! Come on now, eat it and eat it quick."
"Fuck you!" I was scared but my temper was out of control. Tina grabbed me by my shirt front and propelled me backward until I banged into the wall. I tried to wriggle out of her grip but she was much too strong for me. She told me again to eat it and when I didn't she held me with one hand and undid her skirt with the other. It fell to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her muscles were taut, rippling under her smooth, shiny skin, and if only she had modified her tone a little I would have been delighted to go down on her. That one hand held me by the throat and applied pressure, pushing me down. The struggle I put up was in vain. I couldn't understand it!
I was dizzy and out of focus from the pressure and struggle. Her black cunt heaved up before me and blotted out all else. The first whiff of pussy reached my nostrils and added to my confused state of mind. All around me I heard women clapping and yelling but I couldn't figure out why they were doing that. Then her cunt lips met my mouth and it seemed to suck me in further. I was helpless, a victim, forced to suck with all my might.
I licked until she had dropped her guard slightly. Then, sliding my hands down along the backs of her thighs, I prepared to make my break. I took hold of her legs, gave her pussy one last bite, and pulled away with all my strength. "SHEEEE-IT!" she yelled as her legs shot out from under her. She landed on her ass with a thud and I found my feet and ran out of there. Pussy juice covered my face, the jeers and laughter of the inmates rang in my ears, and I was crying. Why did she have to treat me that way? I had been perfectly willing to become her lover and I let her know it!
Helen hadn't gone to breakfast so when she saw me rush into the dorm she came right over and asked what the matter was. I told her in between racking sobs, and Helen grew thoughtful. "You know, I'd get even with that harlot for you, Ellen, but I have to figure out who she knows around here."
"She knows Mrs. Robinson, that's enough isn't it?"
"That's nothing. No, that ain't what worries me. That ugly little girl, Dog, is the one who sends the shivers up my spine, baby. She don't care if she lives or dies, and they're the worst kind of people to mess with. Besides that, I have to know where the rest of her muscle is at. I gotta know her connections, you dig? And then I'll set that uppity bitch on her ass!"
"I'm not asking you to," I said, "because I really rather like her. If only she wasn't so rough."
"You're into that kind of shit, huh? Oh well, no matter where your head is at you have to know where your friends are, honey, and you can count me as one."
"You're terrific, Helen, you really are." Briefly the warmth of friendship came through, the kind of warmth easily mistaken for passion. But then Tina and Dog burst into the dormitory and I had to think about other matters.
"Nobody walks out on me," said Tina, "and that nobody includes you, blondie. Dog's gonna illustrate that lesson for you." Dog came at me, her thin lips drawn back over pointed teeth, her washed-out blue eyes glittering with vicious lust. I looked at her and at the long needle in her hand, and wondered why I should be frightened of her. Just because she was a stone-killer? Hell, she was still smaller than me. So I let her come in a bit closer and then I kicked my prison-shoe toe hard against her shinbone. A lot of the puff went out of Dog. She half-sank down to the floor, dropped the needle, and massaged her new bruise very tenderly. While she was down I administered another kick, this one to her face, and Dog played dead.
Tina was mad and she showed it for once. "You've gone over the limit!" she said, advancing toward me. That was a different proposition. I saw the headline flash before my mind's eye: "Cub Reporter Found Buried Under Prison Laundry."
"Tina, please listen to me," I said, made bold by my desperation. "All I wanted to get through to you in the mess hall was that you don't have to mop the floor with me to get my attention. You got it already. I just want to be your friend, more if you want. But keep the bad things for Dog because she digs that, I don't."
Perhaps no one had spoken to her in that way before or perhaps she was only waiting to hear me say it. Whatever her reasons, she stopped dead in her tracks and regarded me with curiosity instead of anger.
"Oh yeah?" A long pause. "Well, all right ... that's heavy." She sat down on her bed and motioned me to come over. One of the guards entered the dorm and yelled for everyone to get to their job sites. Tina took no notice of her. She sat next to me and held my hands. The guard didn't press it. One by one the women trooped out of the building and left us alone. I noticed that Helen didn't look too happy and I felt bad for deserting her so abruptly. But then, she wasn't into this shit, as she put it, and we could be friends even if Tina fucked my ass off.
"You're very beautiful," I ventured. Tina kept on regarding me as if I was an alien species but she nodded her head to encourage me. "From the first moment I saw you I knew I wanted you. But there was no way to tell you. And then I saw Dog always around you-"
"Dog ain't nothing," she cut in. "Tell me what you liked about me yesterday."
I described Tina to herself, detail by detail, and she listened as avidly as the parched desert receives its first drops of rain. We sat closer and closer, our hands were clenched together, and suddenly she leaned forward and pressed a long, lingering kiss on my lips. Now that the process had begun I grew afraid. What if she turned out to be like all the others? Tina seemed like a last hope somehow, as far removed from all the people I had made out with as I could get. But before our first kiss was over I felt more confident of her. We seemed to be making love like lovers.
Our kisses were torrid and wet, tongues searched each other's oral cavity for centers of pleasure, our breath mingled, our faces were welded together by sweat, and our hands wandered increasingly off the beaten track. Her body was firm, even hard, but when I touched her skin I found it to be as smooth as silk. The panther connotations came to mind again. Whenever she moved, her muscles and sinews rippled beneath that shiny hide and I experienced her strength and dangerousness right down to my marrow. Small shudders melded with the thrills her kisses brought me, and I kissed her all the harder for exciting me so. Her long black fingers moved along my arms and over the curves of my breasts, doing her own kind of exploring.
I kissed her face all over, savoring the polished smoothness of her cheekbones and the taut planes of her cheeks, licking at her and sucking at her, doing my utmost to sense her with all my faculties. She pressed her head against mine the way a cat would; and how else could such a feline creature respond? Together we stretched out along the bed and lay facing each other, our loins pressing together in mutual lust. We made fucking motions at each other but only to release some of the sexual tension. We were quite happy to leave all that until after we had explored each other's breasts and made love to those parts.
Our shirts came undone and sort of moved out of the way as our hungry mouths headed for the erect nipples. I was breathless, my heart pounded, and the first taste of her black, stiff nipple was enough to send the first climax rippling through my belly. I clung to her for the duration of that delicious moment, then gave my full attention to the business of making her feel good all over. That nipple was lavished with the best my tongue had to offer and she kissed my forehead gently and squeezed my tits while waiting for my ministrations to take effect. The rising, falling softness of her breasts lulled me into an erotic daze and her words came through that daze like soft music.
"Go to it, baby, give it to me, oooohhh that's nice, slowly now, easy, easy, oh yeah, mmmmmm-mm-m! Yeah, go ahead!"
But as soon as she had had her fill she laid me back and began to work my tits over with tongue and fingers, manipulating me until I felt as though I was doing salto mortales high in the sky. I couldn't imagine what she would do when she got down lower. She knew just how to bite and chafe, just when to blow and lick, and she gave me numerous little climaxes-all of which seemed to make me hungrier for her!
In the end I couldn't take it any longer. I slipped out of her embrace and headed down along the flat plane of her belly. Tina offered no resistance. She waited patiently for me to undo her skirt and then she lifted her ass so I could take it right off. She wore no panties, her shoes dropped off easily, and there she was: naked and mine! With a sob I flung myself between those sinewy black thighs and buried my face in her big hairy pussy. Ah, that savor! She was much wetter this time. The piquant fluid literally cascaded down my throat each time I sucked at her cunt entrance. I attached myself to the wide open, fleshy pussy like a barnacle and licked her magenta flesh out of the way until my tongue hit the livid pink of her insides.
I took hold of her firm thighs from the bottom and pinched at her flesh so as to keep her cunt yawning wide. My face moved from side to side, my tongue moved up and down, and the combination of those two motions were enough to drive my black lover wild. She groaned and heaved, held my head firmly down on her cunt and made fucking motions with her hips so as to grind her cunt harder into my mouth. My own needs were multiplying at an amazing rate. While I ate her out I managed to take off the rest of my clothes, and as soon as I was stark-naked I maneuvered myself around so that my cunt hovered above her face. Tina wasn't slow to take the hint.
She rested her hands on my ass and pushed me down on her face slowly, teasing herself the way I used to when making solo love, and teasing me also because I could hardly wait to get some stimulation to my yearning cunt. My clitoris was especially needy. It stuck out from it fleshy hiding place like an antenna looking for signals, quivering impatiently. The tip of her tongue touched down on it and the signals came pouring in: PLEASURE, PLEASURE, PLEASURE!! For a minute or so I couldn't do anything but relish this flood of sensations. My face backed off from Tina's black cunt and I just hung over her gasping for breath. But hunger had me in its thrall on both ends, and pretty soon I was eating with as much verve as before.
We were locked in the position of love and time came to a stop as we concentrated our bodies and souls on drinking it in. Now and then we rolled over on our sides, or she would get on top of me, but our mouths didn't leave the vital spots. Fires roared up in my loins, fed from my pussy and mouth, and each time the heat became nearly unbearable a great flush of passion went through me to convert the heat into a delicious coolness-which promptly heated up again. I caressed her long legs and the bulging, firm cheeks of her ass, and she was touching my buttocks and fingering my ass-hole, and there didn't seem to be much more anyone could add to the act of love as far as I was concerned.
The time came when we had to take a break. We both knew it wasn't over yet but our jaw muscles were sore and our breathing was irregular. Best to sit back, have a drink and a cigarette, and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. I found an unusual expression of tenderness in her coal-black eyes, real affection, but in the full context of her panther body that only signified a reprieve, or a truce. She could switch back in an instant. Perhaps that's why she thrilled me so much. I knew she could be mean but for me she was loving, and I couldn't have been more flattered.
"We should get to work sometime during the day," she remarked. The silence of the dormitory, the warmth of the sun beating through the windows, the buzzing fly, all made me drowsy, a little drunk with the sensuality of the occasion. Work was the furthest thing from my mind. But I understood her remark to be ironic, and I leaned my head on her wide shoulders and gazed out of the opposite window at the tree standing motionless in the sun. The perfumes of love hung about us. I could smell my pussy on her face, hers on mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring the mingled aromas and the echoes of lovemaking. Aaaaahhhh, this was the life. Birds in the trees, a beautiful woman by my side, three meals a day, and clean bathrooms.
A pleasant tiredness took over and tempted me to roll over on my side and nap a while. I knew Tina wouldn't mind. She was probably at the same level. But before I could drop off I felt her hands on me again, caressing, coaxing delicate sensations into being, making love to me without asking anything from me. The urge to sleep disappeared, leaving only a drowsy kind of contentment behind. I felt her full lips cleave briefly to I parts of my back and shoulders, felt her fingernails dig lightly into the flesh of my arms, and heard her slide down along the bed. Now her lips ' approached my ass, pecking me here and there, unhurried, teasing. I felt very vulnerable back there, orifices unguarded. She could see every-thing I had been trained for so long to conceal at all costs. Her mouth, her nose, her eyes, would be ferreting about my nether aspects. Let her, let her! When making passionate love even shit smelled exciting.
Lips and tongue now left a wet trail along my ; ass, sidling from one cheek to the other with a dip into the valley in between. I experienced those ' subtle, sharp thrills in my belly again and felt my pussy rev up for more hot action. Her fingers ! parted my cheeks and the tip of her tongue ! slithered down into the hairy depths. I shivered ; and lay perfectly still. I didn't want to disturb her now. What would she do next? Would she ... ? I didn't dare hope.
But there she went, leading that soft, restless slug of a tongue toward my ass-hole. The sphincters puckered nervously. She pushed me over so that I lay on my belly and then she drew herself up on her knees to lean over me and kiss my ass with force and lust. Her fingers worked my cheeks out of the way, parting them further and further to stretch my ass-hole. I could hardly contain myself! I felt shy and desirous at the same time, I wanted her to take me any way she wanted and yet I wanted her to enjoy herself doing it. Could she really get off on my anus?
She certainly seemed to. A low moan erupted from deep down in her throat as her lips met my sphincters and the end of her tongue darted in and out of the small depression back there. I began to relax a little, easing up on my contraction to admit her, and as her tongue entered me just slightly a great hunger grew down there, and I found myself forcing my ass to open. "Come on baby, open up," I heard Tina croon behind me, "let your mama come deep inside. I ain't gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna love you!" Yes, she would. I rested my face on my folded arms and made myself relax from the tip of my toes on up.
Once I started, it was easy. My muscles unwound, sinews eased up, my flesh became soft, and my breathing slowed right down. Now my ass-hole was willing to admit anything that was shoved up it. Tina worked her tongue in and out, fucking me with that wet snail-like member until I began to crave something stronger. As if she sensed it she turned to nibbling my buttocks and let a long finger slide inside me instead. That was better. I indicated my approval by emitting a long groan of pleasure, and as my reward she added a finger to it.
That was enough. I felt myself tense up a little but then she started to finger-fuck me and warm floods of emotion swept through me to disarm my nervous system once more. One hand worked the two fingers in and out of my back passage, the other began to rub my pussy the right way. A helpless, sobbing sigh of ecstasy escaped me as she pushed a pillow under my belly and lifted my ass so she could have complete access to both orifices. Her thumb moved into my cunt, her other fingers fitted themselves into the sopping-wet valley and stimulated my clitoris-as if I needed more stimulation! And then her cunt settled down on the back of one of my thighs and rubbed back and forth rhythmically.
I took this as long as I could, sliding along through orgasmic corridors, pleased to have her propelling me; but the time came when I had to take a more active part in the lovemaking. I rolled away when her fingers seemed to be tiring, and took her into my arms so that our tits were squashed together-and we were face-to-face once again. We kissed languorously while our bodies moved about to find the most agreeable position. Both of us had taken the edge off the other's lust but there was enough left for dessert.
We lay on our backs, our legs scissored, our cunts pressed hard against each other, and slowly, effortlessly, our bodies began to make the motions of fucking, our hips gyrating, breasts rising and falling, fingering our own nipples and gazing at each other over the hills and planes and hairy bushes as we brought ourselves and each other undone. It began so leisurely but as our pulses began to race again and our breath began to rasp, so our bodies became more demanding and frantic. Our cunts squished and sloshed, welding together and coming apart with indecent pops. "Oooooooowwwwwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Uuuurrnnnn!" she groaned. We shuffled up closer, careless of the well-being of our cunts in the heat of our shared passion. Pussy against pussy, black corkscrews and blonde flax meshing, swollen labias sucking up to each other, our juices mingling in the middle, and while our cunts stayed one-on-one the rest of our bodies were everywhere, tossing, turning, squirming in unfulfilled lust.
"No! No! OH GOD NO, WAIT, HOLD IT, OOOWWW, NO, NO YES OH YES, OH JESUS CHRIST YESSSSSS, COME ON BABY, COME ON, GO, YES, YES, AAAAAAAA-AAHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!! " She screamed out, bellowed at the top of her lungs and her violent orgasm touched off mine so that I yelled out just as loud and just as hysterically. The dorm rang with our screams, the bed squeaked, bedclothes flew everywhere, and we ended up in each other's arms, sweating, panting, so tired that we couldn't even open our eyes.
Minutes ticked by. I heard the birds singing again, became aware of where I was in space and time, and yet none of it mattered next to the resounding delights coursing through my body. For the first time I felt wonderful all over. No tension, no unfulfilled curiosities, just warmth.
"That was wonderful," I whispered. "No one has ever made me feel like this, no one, male or female."
"Is that right?" Her dark eyes opened wide and gazed deep into mine. She must have seen that I was telling the truth because her face broke into a wide smile and she kissed me. "That's good. I like to give as good as I get."
She got off the bed and walked over to her wardrobe. I was struck by her grace all over, that black polished panther gliding along, her muscles tensing and relaxing, her balled buttock muscles firming up and then the dimple gave way to a perfect sphere again as the pressure moved to the other cheek. She turned around, threw me a towel, and motioned me to follow her to the showers.
I didn't take my eyes off her ass the whole way there. The other women didn't look good when they were naked, their buttocks folded and flounced and looked like baggies. But Tina's were high and firm and merely quivered.
We showered in the same stall, soaping each other's back up and helping to dry each other. It suddenly occurred to me that in less than two weeks' time I wouldn't see her again, and just as suddenly I realized how much I would miss her.