Chapter 8
"Everybody up!" The women groaned, complained, and slowly got out of their beds. "Not you, Ellen, your breakfast is on the way," said the guard. I was surprised but quickly got back into my warm bed and pulled the blankets over myself. The night before had been an arduous one and I was far from recovered. Helen and Tina stared at me briefly, then shook their heads and went on with their daily routine. But Dog looked at me as if she wanted to kill me.
Well, fuck 'em, I thought luxuriously. My breakfast arrived on a tray and I consumed it slowly. By the time I was done, the dorm was empty. I set the tray down by the side of my bed and turned over to sleep a bit more. No one disturbed me so I slept right through until lunch. A guard came in with a letter from Mrs. Robinson, inviting me to eat with her. Hardly a matter of choice. I showered and dressed, and walked up to her house.
I knew what was coming and had tried to prepare for it. But I wasn't ready for the sight of a woman in love. She was nuts about me! That big bulldog dyke simpered and whispered sweet nothings at me, she waited on me hand and foot, and all I felt was a rising contempt. She was too old and too ugly to be fetching and coy. I was sorry for her but I couldn't even consider her offer to have me move in.
"It's a big decision," I told her as diplomatically as I could, "and I need more time to think. You're a wonderful woman, strong and handsome, and I'm very flattered that you would want me to live with you. But you understand, don't you, that I have to give this a lot of thought?"
"I don't," she said, looking hurt. "What's the alternative? You either live in comfort or with those criminal bitches in the dorms. I don't see your problem."
"It's the commitment," I squirmed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for a woman like you, you demand a lot and I'm not used to giving."
"I'll teach you." She looked ready to get down on her knees and beg me to stay, but I had to be adamant Nights with her would be unbearable. Especially with Tina so near. I talked long and hard, and in the end she gave in, but only because she became afraid I would hate her if she didn't
I walked out of her house shaken. More than a week remained of my sentence and I would have to be super-careful the whole time. The best thing to do was talk with Tina. I found her in the garden, not actually working but just soaking up the sun. She ignored me at first but when I explained what had happened she mellowed.
"Yeah, well, I figured you wouldn't go for that shit," she nodded. "So what's happening with you and Mrs. Robinson?" That was another story, and a far more disturbing one as far as Tina was concerned. She heard me out, her expression neutral, but her eyes gave her away. She started to check out the guards, probably to make sure none of them would tell Mrs. Robinson of this incident And when I finished the story she told me to meet her in the dorm in five minutes' time. "You sit here until then."
I sat in the sun and watched the other women toiling in the garden. Helen was among them, and when Tina had disappeared she came over toward me, weeding all the way. She remained stooped over her work but she talked to me very intently. "What are you doing with that black deviant?" she said. "Honey, you don't need her to get off. There's a lot of ways a woman can find satisfaction in prison. I know, I've been here before. You're better off sticking with me because that bitch is trouble, honey, trouble with a capital T."
"She's a good friend," I said noncommittally.
"The hell she is. She's crazy about your white ass!" She spat the last words out viciously and glared up at me. I didn't know what to say, so she went on: "She threatened you, right? She told you not to hang out with me? Well, don't you worry about her and that Dog bitch, because I can take care of their asses just like that. I know you're scared but I ain't. I eat mother-fuckers like that for breakfast!"
Big talk, I thought. My troubles seemed to be multiplying by the minute, and I was so tangled up that I couldn't think how to warn Helen. And then I got tired of thinking. Why should I care that other women wanted to monopolize me? My only concern was to get out of this jail in one piece. Perhaps the more allies I had, the better my chances would be.
"She's a friend, Helen, why can't you get that through your head. And you're a friend, too, that's the truth."
"You're right on the second count, Ellen, but I'm gonna tell Tina to back off. It's for your own good."
I sighed and threw up my hands in despair. There was no talking to her. I walked over to the dorm and found Tina sitting on her bed, naked, smoking and browsing through the paper, while
Dog nibbled away at her labia and clit. Tina knew how to live, I reflected.
"Ah, there you are. Get away from me, Dog, go lie down. Now then, we've got some hard talking to do. Mrs. Robinson is dangerous. But we got Dog and Dog scares the hell out of anybody. See, she ain't afraid of pain, she loves it. Solitary confinement, electric shocks to her cunt, she don't care. Nothing can stop her." Tina went on talking but I could tell she was thinking all the while. I wanted to sit with Tina and touch her all over but she didn't seem in the mood.
"I don't see that it's such a problem," I ventured. "We can sleep together and everything, we just have to be more private about it. Mrs. Robinson will go on asking me to move in with her and I'll keep stalling her until my sentence is over."
"You're being naive now," Tina said severely. "She's not letting you out of here until she gets what she wants from you."
"Oh." That threw a different light on the subject. I'd seen enough movies about prison life to know that the director of one of these institutions can do pretty much as he or she-likes. And much as I loved Tina, I still wanted to get back to freedom as soon as possible.
"See, she used to like me best of all the women in here," said Tina. "Mrs. Rob used to eat my pussy all night long and I put up with it because I knew it was better than weeding that mother-fucking garden all day long." She rubbed her cunt as if the memory of that still pained her. "Man, I used to loathe that fat old bitch. But, you know, it made it easy time. Now we're all in trouble. She-likes you better, which means I'm out in the cold. So ... probably I would have had to make a move even if you did like Mrs. Rob. Yeah ...
She fell back on the bed, rolled over, and took a cigarette out of a packet. Dog was quick to light it for her. I admired the firm roundness of her cheeks and the way they curved back into the small of her back. She was so muscular and lithe, yet such a full-blown woman, that I couldn't imagine anyone else turning me on quite as much. She sat up and crossed her legs, cradling her tits with one arm as she smoked and thought.
"You look edgy," she said, and right away snapped her fingers at Dog. The mousy creature scampered over to me and before I could protest she had lifted my legs over her shoulder, stuck her head up my dress, pulled my panties' crotch aside and was tucking into my pussy as if she were starving. Much as I enjoyed being eaten, Dog just repelled me. I did my best to put up with it but the idea of her pointed little teeth being so close to my clitoris made me shiver in disgust. My endurance couldn't hold out and suddenly I pushed her away violently.
"Not today, thanks," I snapped. She must have seen the revulsion in my eyes because she crept away and lay down on the rug beside Tina's bed, to glower up at me like a mad dog. She might be a masochist but she wasn't into being rejected, apparently. It bothered me that Dog and I couldn't get along but I wasn't like Tina, I couldn't have gon through night after night of getting eaten out by a woman I didn't like. Once was more than enough.
I adjusted my clothes and told Tina I would see her later. I felt like taking in a little fresh air and sun, and with that objective I wandered out to the far end of the prison compound where the pool was. The pool was one of the real luxuries in this place, and normally reserved for use by the prison staff. But Tina and I were allowed to use it for as long as Mrs. Robinson favored us, and inmates were granted privileges there by way of reward for good behavior. When I arrived, the pool was deserted.
I took off my clothes and found a towel, took a quick dip, and stretched out in the sun. How sweet it was to lie as inert as a rock, just basking in the warmth and peace of the place. I spread my hair as much as possible to make it a little blonder and then closed my eyes to doze while the sun touched up the color of my skin. I wasn't worried about sunburn because my tan was largely intact. Perfect peace, and, for the moment, perfect security. Even when I heard footsteps near me, it didn't occur to me to check out who it was.
"Don't make a sound!" I heard a woman hiss behind me. "And don't move! I love you and I want you, and nothing's going to stop me." Strong hands grabbed my arms and held them behind my back, a knee held my body in place, and then I felt the brush of a warm pussy rub against my hands. I was being raped by a woman! But who? I thought I recognized the voice but couldn't be sure.
"You're hurting me," I said. "Let me go, I won't run away."
"Yes you will, you love that black bitch, you don't want any part of me!" Aha, now I knew who it was.
"Don't be silly, Helen, it could have been you but you kept telling me how you didn't swing that way."
"I don't!" But there she was, grabbing my ass and trying to get at my tits with all her might. Her body covered mine and she began to pump away at me with her naked loins. It felt very pleasant but then I remembered my dilemma.
"Helen, wait, hold on a second. There's something I have to tell you," I said, trying to roll her off me. She wouldn't get off me. "You don't understand, Mrs. Rob is crazy about me, she'll throw you into solitary confinement if she sees you do this to me. And Tina will have Dog cut you up. Come on, stop it!"
"You're just trying to refuse me," she said, holding me down with all her strength. She was far too big and strong for me.
"No, not at all, I think you're very attractive and I like you a lot. That's why I'm trying to warn you. Couldn't we go some place more private and do it there?"
No answer. She got a finger into my cunt and pushed it back and forth in a crude attempt to excite me. I got the impression that she hadn't done this kind of thing before. I put up with her rough ministrations for as long as I could, and then I told her I thought she was an amateur.
"Oh yeah!" she panted. "I'll show you who's an amateur around here. Don't move or I'll lay you out." She got off me and I knew better than to try to make a run for it. So I lay there, motionless, not knowing what to expect, and it struck me that my body and face were certainly getting me into a lot of sticky situations these days. There had been a time (it seemed like years ago) when people referred to me as a vestal virgin. Well, I was still a virgin but the vestality was wearing mighty thin. She came back and squatted behind me. My skin crawled with the tension of it all. What was she doing back there? It was a relief when she touched me again. Her fingers ran over my buttocks, squeezing and pinching, pulling them apart. The tip of her finger caressed my ass-hole and I closed my eyes and sighed with contentment. It tickled so deliciously and promised so much. If only I had known how much that promise entailed.
Helen didn't stick her tongue up that tiny orifice. Her plans were cast on a grander scale than that. But I was blissfully unaware of that while she worked her fingertip around and around, pushing gently to make the muscles part and to penetrate my lower depths. Half an inch, an inch, and more entered my body to provide me with a maddening mixture of discomfort and pleasure. In and out, loosening me up and getting me hot. I was having the time of my life-until I felt her finger pop out and something thick and blunt and smooth touched my ass-hole.
I couldn't help myself, I snapped my head around and looked to see what she was doing. To my horror I noticed she had on a belt from which stuck the biggest plastic cock I had ever seen I "Oh God, no!" I cried, but she just leered at me and pushed my face back down on my folded arms. I wanted to cry when the synthetic glans touched down again and pressed hard against my nervously spasming sphincters. Nothing could stop her, the best idea was probably to try to relax. But the image of that big plastic cock made me freeze up all over.
It was power against power. She was humping back there, doing her utmost to work that horrid cock into me, and I was bearing down and closing my ass off to any intrusion. Eventually she straddled my ass, leaned down on the dildo, and held my ass open with both hands. The struggle was increasingly futile. She pushed the knob in and almost broke my anus. Only Mother Nature prevented her from getting in any deeper. With a muffled curse she jumped up, fetched a bottle of suntan lotion that some thoughtless guard had left behind, and poured the slick fluid all over the dildo and my ass. I was done for.
The lubricant made the big cock slide up my ass smoothly-even for me. She moved it back and forth as she pushed, jiggling it and maneuvering it until it was right up me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, and if she hadn't stopped right there and given me a chance to adapt to it, I might have expired on the spot. But she did stop and my body did adapt, and suddenly there was much less pain than pleasure. To top it off, she pushed one hand under my body to maul my tits, and another to stimulate my clitoris. She was crushing down on me, feeling me up, and the dildo was at rest inside me.
"How do you like that?" she said hoarsely. "Bet that black dyke can't give it to you this way. When Helen fucks you, you know you're getting fucked!" And with that her hips began that ancient motion, up and down, up and down, the dildo sliding along my anal passage and making me feel giddy all over. But for the suntan lotion it would have been torture. As it was, I felt a fullness down there that excited me beyond belief. It was the closest I'd been to being fucked by a man and all at once the fantasies of old came flooding back. Restless, throbbing cocks charged with sexual energy, bobbing by the dozen before my face, threatening me, arms at the ready, a regiment of rigid members aching to stuff themselves into my melting cunt. I pushed my ass back up at her and spread my legs to let her enter me more easily, and with that small sign of encouragement Helen went to town. I heard her grunting and moaning above me, felt her sweat and spit dribbling on me, and took the brunt of her lust right up my ass. What did I care if Mrs. Rob or Tina saw us? This was living! When I got out of prison I would get a man to do it to me! No more fooling about with women, cocks were where it was at.
"Give it to me," I moaned,' hoping she would shove it up my pussy and deflower me once and for all. "I need it so badly. Oh Helen, make love to me everywhere I"
"Is that what you want?" The dildo was withdrawn from my ass and for a second I felt like a punctured balloon. "Okay, suck on it." She turned me around and pulled my head toward the greasy dildo. At first I refused but when she wiped the dildo thoroughly with a towel and removed all the suntan lotion, I let myself be bullied into doing it for her.
The contentment that came over her face was remarkable. It was as though I was fulfilling a lifelong fantasy for her. She sat on folded legs and held the dildo into place while I knelt in front of her and licked and sucked at the imitation cock. There wasn't much in it for me but as long as it excited her I was prepared to go on with the charade. Her hand began to slide up and down the cock and her breathing became labored and erratic. "Yes sweetheart, suck it, lick it, oh God that's nice, around the knob now, at the very tip of it, yes, yesssssss, come on now baby, swallow it, take it in your mouth!" She moved her loins back and forth so that the plastic cock fucked my face, and I had to struggle just to keep her from choking me. Suddenly she stiffened, cried out, and grabbed my hair with both hands to pull me down over her cock in a final burst of ecstasy. "AAAA-
AAAAHHHHhhhhhhh ... ." It was over. She fell back, turned the other way, and fell asleep almost at once.
I felt a little lost at this sudden finish. My ass tingled hot and cold, I felt choked up at both ends, and there was a climax clogging up my system somewhere. Since Helen was asleep there was nothing for it but to abort that stray climax all by myself. I stretched out on the towel and caressed my tits slowly, working myself up and teasing myself just as I had done so often in college. There ... there, now I was getting somewhere. One hand stayed at my tits, the other strayed downward to bury itself in my hairy mound. Nimble fingers unpeeled the clitoris and rendered it vulnerable, one finger dipped into my wet pussy and brought the fluid up to make the rubbing smoother, and away I went.
I hadn't lost the knack. My body shuddered and squirmed as emotions ran through me and my blood pounded against my temples. That lump of ecstasy moved slowly downward until it exploded in my loins and left me wracked and happy by the side of the pool. Taking a nap suddenly seemed like a very good idea.
When I came to, Helen had gone. I got dressed and strolled back to the dorm. Everyone was back from work and all of them were grouped about two of the women, who were quarreling loudly. I pushed through to see who they were, and found Helen and Tina at loggerheads. They were mad as hell and a couple of the women were holding them back. It didn't take much for me to figure out that the fight had to do with me. It turned out one of the guards had seen Helen attack me, had passed the information on to Tina, and now Tina felt she had to avenge me. There was nothing I could do. If I were to tell Tina that I didn't mind being attacked, she'd be angry at me, and if I tried to come between them it would only aggravate matters. So I moved back out of sight and hoped the conflict would be settled peaceably. Fat chance. The women broke away from the re-strainers and attacked each other fiercely. They were both strong and seasoned, and I could tell from the sounds that they weren't just pulling hair. Solid blows landed, they grunted with the effort each time they swung, and when one of them went down the other jumped on top of her.
"Okay, okay, break it up!" A couple of guards came in with their nightsticks at the ready. The inmates parted and let them get to the arena, where they pulled Tina and Helen apart with the kind of expertise that comes from experience. Tina was told to move back but Helen was taken out of the dorm. When the guards took her towards the sports area we all knew she was headed for a period in solitary.
Why had they taken Helen and not Tina? The guard who had told Tina must have passed the news on to Mrs. Robinson as well. The party was getting rougher. I felt badly for Helen but again, I was powerless to step in. For the first time since I had been interned I felt a real sense of claustrophobia. Wherever I turned there were emotional entanglements with women capable of anything. I had to get out of there and soon!
When the hubbub had died down, the women went back to their own beds or washed up for dinner. Tina came over to me and walked me to the mess hall. She had a lot of questions. "You dig her? Did you give her the eye? How come you didn't tell me first?" And so on. She was burning with jealousy and suspected that I preferred Helen to her. Her every word, move, and glance spelled danger. I chose my words carefully as I explained that she had raped me, but that I understood her problems and that I liked her as a friend. Naturally I wouldn't want her to get into trouble. But it was Tina I loved.
"You people are weird," said Tina, referring to Caucasians at large. I understood now that she didn't trust this affair because it had been with a white woman. But how could I hope to convince her that I preferred her, Tina, over everyone? My frustration grew by the second. Here I had all these women running after me, yet I couldn't wield any power over them or make them listen to me. A cleverer woman than I would have been running the prison by this time.
Mrs. Robinson made an appearance in the mess hall. She stood near my table and watched with eagle eyes. I realized I'd sat too close to Tina. Tina saw it, too, but it was too late to move. Mrs. Rob said or did nothing. But when she left without so much as a word to me, I knew the trouble had started in all seriousness.
Just before lights-out, Tina was summoned to Mrs. Robinson's house. The black woman knew even better than I that she was in jeopardy. She took Dog aside and whispered instructions to her, pointing at me several times as she did so. She winked at me and walked out into the night. The lights went out and the women went to bed, but it was late by the time the talking stopped.
I waited for hours but Tina didn't return. Dog paced about the dormitory, seemingly able to see in the dark. At two in the morning she came to my bed, shook me and told me to get dressed and follow her. "Where are we going?" I asked. She didn't answer. When I was ready, she marched out of the dorm and across the vast space separating our facilities from that belonging to the staff. Dog was like a machine set into motion. A guard approached her and told her to return to her quarters. Dog ripped the guard's nightstick out of her hands and laid her out with a sharp, precise rap on the head. She kept the stick and used it proficiently to knock out another sentry, and to lever a window in Mrs. Robinson's house open.
"Get in," she whispered. I climbed into a dark room, she followed, closed the window, and marched onward. The house was still. We went through the lobby and up the stairs. We heard faint sounds coming from the bedroom, so that's where we went. Unfortunately we had underestimated Mrs. Robinson's intelligence. As we reached the top of the stairs two guards jumped out and pinned us against the wall. "Damn!" said Dog.
They twisted our arms behind our backs and frog-marched us into the bedroom. Dog gasped and my eyes opened wide when we saw what Mrs. Robinson was doing. She had Tina spread-eagled on her bed, her wrists and ankles tied securely to the four posts, and she was working her pussy over with a vibrator. That in itself didn't seem such a horrible punishment, but after we'd watched her at it for a while we noticed that she withdrew the vibrator whenever Tina became too excited. She took no notice of us and when the guards had tied us to chairs, they left us alone. Mrs. Rob bent over her work, caressing Tina's tortured clitoris deftly, timing it to make it excruciating for her. And when Tina tried to maintain a stony face to fake her out, Mrs. Rob let herself be guided by her pussy's wetness. Dog couldn't stand to see her mistress being ill-treated. She strained at her bonds and looked all over the room in search of an instrument with which to cut them. But when she had no luck at either endeavor she relapsed into a peculiar indifference, almost like a trance. Her eyes glazed over, she relaxed, and no matter what Mrs. Robinson did to Tina, she didn't let it register.
It was harder on me to have to sit by and watch. Mrs. Robinson had had me tied up, which meant I wasn't high on her hit parade at that moment. But why? I hadn't done anything ... except break into her house with Dog. Mrs. Rob had taken to tickling Tina with a feather, right under her arms, on her nipples, everywhere the black woman was vulnerable. Tina screamed laughing, tears came rolling down her cheeks, and finally the laughter turned to painful sobs and grimaces. When that bored the director she took a riding crop from her bedside dresser and stung Tina with it all over her body. I winched at every lash, as if it was me getting beaten and not my lover.
"That's what I do in my prison," said Mrs. Robinson, turning to me and brandishing the crop. "People here don't cross me. Nobody. You don't cross me. Helen told me that you were Tina's lover. I don't appreciate that. You were playing with me." And I received a stinging cut along my cheek. She missed my eye by an inch. The pain started slowly and grew more and more intense, burning into my skin. My dislike of her galvanized into hatred at that moment.
Mrs. Robinson surveyed the scene. Tina on the bed, with dark welts all over her body. Dog slumped in her chair, seemingly asleep. And me, near to crying with pain and frustration. She snorted and left the room, saying she would be back in a second. The moment the door closed, Dog was in action. She rolled forward so that the chair came off the floor, and she hobbled over behind my chair. I heard her gnawing at my ropes, and I thought of those pointed teeth and her love of pain. An ideal combination under the circumstances. I didn't believe she could gnaw through the rope but there was nothing else to hope for.
Suddenly I felt the ropes fall from my wrists. I pulled free and rushed to untie Dog's bonds. My nerves were jangling and my fingers trembled but I managed to undo the knots. Once Dog was free we were on the way! Both of us helped untie Tina, and the three of us formed a suprise party for Mrs. Robinson's return.
Minutes ticked by. Had Mrs. Robinson anticipated us? We lurked behind the door and waited. At last we heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened. We waited one more second to see who it was. First Helen entered, right behind her was the bulldog shape of Mrs. Rob. The guards were nowhere to be seen. So she hadn't foreseen this. Tina closed the door, Dog and I grabbed hold of the two women-and the two women, far from being intimidated, struck back.
I couldn't believe it. I had seized Helen, assuming she would be glad to join us in our attack on Mrs. Robinson. Instead she knocked me down and jumped on me to pin me! I tried to fight back but I was no match for her. At the same time Mrs. Robinson picked up Dog and swung her through the air as though she was a bag of old rags, depositing her on the bed with a crash. The tables had been turned. Mrs. Rob moved toward Tina and Tina, our last hope, stood there and waited for her. I tried not to provoke Helen. She watched the confrontation closely, prepared to pitch in should Mrs. Robinson have any trouble. Tina let the burly woman come close, feinted with her left and threw a right that staggered the bulldog. Before Mrs. Rob could recover, Tina caught her on the point of the jaw with another solid punch, and now Helen leaped up to lend her support. The big blonde lunged at Tina, throwing a left and a right and connecting with one of them, giving Mrs. Rob a chance to recover. Dog had been stunned but she was on her feet and shaking her head in an effort to see straight. Her head had bounced off the bed's headboard. That left it to me to give Tina a hand.
I hated fighting but I had been stripped of choices. There was a chair near me and I swung it with all my strength. It caught Helen in the ribs and she sank down to the ground with an unhappy moan. Dog came over and pressed her thumbs into the director's neck, which acted like a pole-ax on the big woman. We had won the battle. The tables were turned on them as we tied them to the bed.
We were all set to repay Mrs. Robinson for everything she had ever done to us but first I wanted to know why Helen had turned against me. She explained that Mrs. Robinson had asked her to move in with her and that she had agreed on the condition that her sentence be cut in half. Naturally she didn't want us to interfere with her plans. She was sorry but that was the reality of doing time. I understood only too well.
"We're making a mistake here," I said to Tina and Dog. "If we fuck with them they'll get us one way or another. We're still in prison and it belongs to Mrs. Robinson. Why don't we try to work out some agreeable arrangement among ourselves?"
Tina and Dog were in the grip of a vindictive passion and refused to listen. With Mrs. Robinson's riding crop and Dog's razor they began to torture the twosome in the most refined way possible, a tiny nick here and a little cut there. I couldn't stand by and take it. Yet I couldn't alert the guards either. What was I to do?
I was taken off the horns of this dilemma by the guards, who came into the room on a routine check. Within seconds Tina and Dog were in handcuffs, and I would have been had Mrs. Robinson not intervened. The two women were taken away to a private cell but I was invited to stay over for the night with Helen and Mrs, Robinson. That is, Mrs. Rob invited me. Helen stood behind her and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson, but I'm utterly exhausted," I said. She released me reluctantly but she had Helen to keep her warm. Before I could get out of the room they were hugging and falling on the bed, so it looked as though Helen had learned something about herself during her rape of me.
The guards led me back to the accommodation block. It was near dawn but a lot of the women were awake. Prison life wasn't the most exciting existence and now that something was happening they all wanted to share in it. I told the story as best I could, amid yawns and other hints that I wanted to get to bed. They wouldn't let me go until every detail had been divulged, and by that time I was so tired that I couldn't get to sleep.
Alone in my bed, my thoughts turned to Tina and Dog. My feelings about Tina were so mixed up. On the one hand I loved her more than any person I'd ever met, on the other I didn't think it would work out. Besides that, ever since Helen had introduced that dildo into my body my fantasies had leaned strongly toward the phallic. In bed, with the light of early morning spilling
I through the window, I reached down to my pussy and covertly worked a finger around my clitoris until I was wet enough to push that same finger up myself. It felt nice down there. My cunt muscles nipped at the slender intruder, checking out its proportions and gauging how much more they could take. One more to be sure. I looked at the neighboring beds and saw that everyone was asleep again.
A second finger joined the first one in there. It was hard to reach in without straining, until I drew my legs up and back. Then the two fingers eased in and out smoothly. I closed my eyes and
I dreamed of cocks and balls, and pretended that there was a man between my legs, who, without
I touching me, worked his cock in and out of me with strength and tenderness. A man who could make love like Tina. Was there such a creature?
I hoped so! My fingers felt nice but I knew that even a dildo would feel better. It was a case of nature fitting nature, and I just knew that a cock would fill me entirely, snug, custom-made. A whimper emerged, I turned over on my belly without taking my fingers out, and moved my hips up and down so as to fuck my fingers. That was almost like the real thing ... wasn't it? I didn't know but I longed to find out. My first task was to get out of this jail, out into the real world where men abounded. It didn't matter which male did the job, all that counted was that some male would deflower me and give me a taste of his kind of sex. Perhaps I would still prefer women. Perhaps not.
A small, intense climax swelled in my belly and popped softly like fireworks. I wriggled about on my fingers for a little longer to make sure every vestige had been taken care of, then withdrew my hand and stuck the fingers in my mouth to lick them clean. When I turned over on my back I noticed the woman in the bed next to mine staring at me through half-closed eyes. No men, no privacy, just a bunch of horny pussies!
I gave her a nasty look and tired to go to sleep again. After counting the days remaining in jail and dividing them into hours, minutes, and seconds, I managed to bring sleep on. But it was an uneasy, fitful doze that left me more dead than alive.