Chapter 4
Stella waited two months in county jail for her trial to come up. During that time, she was gang-raped twice. She complained to two guards, who informed her that there was a way she could be transferred into a tighter security section.
Stella quickly found out the way. She blew both the guards and soon found herself in a cell with two older women who left her alone.
She pleaded guilty at her trial and threw herself on the mercy of the Court. She also named her accomplices as Clint Usherwood and his sister Trixie.
It almost came as no surprise to Stella to find out that Clint's real name was Brady, and Trixie was not his sister-but his wife. She had really been fucked, in more ways than one.
Right then and there, Stella vowed that somewhere, some day she would find the two of them.
The Court sentenced her to three years in the state prison for women.
Two days later she checked out of county in the early morning. At three that afternoon she had been de-loused, re-clothed, fed, and was marching down the block toward her new cell assignment in her new home.
The door swung open, clanged shut, and Stella was eyed suspiciously by the inmates already inside. She stared back at them with curiosity and fear.
Her time in county, however, had given her the knowledge of how to handle the situation. "I'm Stella Moran. Where?"
One of the women, a hard-eyed blonde, pointed to an upper bunk close to the window. Stella put her things away and turned back to the blonde. She was obviously the cell boss.
"Which?"
The blonde pointed to one of the chairs lining the walls. Stella moved to the chair, sat down, and folded her arms.
The big blonde fumbled beneath the blanket on her bunk, extracted something, and turned to face Stella. As she crossed the cell, Stella could see that it was a gigantic dildo, at least fourteen inches long and as thick as a large man's wrist.
"I'm Harris, pussy," the blonde said. "How do you like it best, while you eat the rest of the girls? In your cunt or your ass?"
"I don't like it at all," Stella hissed between thin lips.
"You will," the blonde laughed. "Lift your skirt and take down your pants ... if you got any on!"
When she was three feet away, Stella rolled off her seat, grabbed the chair by the back, and swung. The chair hit the blonde squarely on the head and shoulders. She fell groaning to the floor. Stella hit her again. She kept hitting her until the chair shattered.
Stella faced the other girls with a sharp remnant of the chair in each hand. "Touch me, just one of you, and I'll ream out your cunt with these until the lips could grip an elephant's dick!"
They backed off.
That night, Stella went to bed fully dressed with the piece of chair at her side. About an hour after lights out, a head appeared above her bunk. Stella raised the club but the voice stopped her.
"Wait. I want to be your friend."
"Who are you?"
"Sissy Jordan. I like you. I want to thank you for what you did to Harris. It made me feel good."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. When I came into this cell, she rammed that thing so far up my ass I bled for a month. I finally had to have surgery so I could sit down again."
"Okay," Stella whispered. "We'll stick together."
"Swell. Goodnight!" Sissy leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Stella's lips before her head disappeared.
The following morning they marched Stella down to personnel. She filled out the forms and answered the verbal questions. She was pretty sure, since she had some education and some experience, that she would get an easy job.
She was wrong.
She ended up sweating her ass off in the laundry. It wasn't long before Sissy let her in on the reason. Harris, the big blonde, had contacts in personnel. She had arranged for Stella to get the shittiest job in the prison.
And that wasn't all. Harris had friends in the laundry. One day, when Stella would be least expecting it, she would find herself in one of the vats of boiling water.
"Who can override personnel?" she asked Sissy.
"Only the warden," Sissy replied.
That night, Stella went to the head guard, Mrs. Miller. "I'd like to see the warden."
Mrs. Miller was a loner ... hard, tough and pragmatic. She was also a bull dyke who couldn't get enough young pussy. She was a huge woman, with a cunt to match. Very early in life she had learned that no man's cock could ever satisfy her. She turned to women, and found a job where she could get a lot of them.
"Moran, isn't it? Stella Moran?"
"Yes, ma'am," Stella replied, barely flicking an eye as the other woman measured her hips and tits with her gaze.
"What's it about?"
"I'd rather not say, Mrs. Miller."
"I have to have a reason to send you up there."
"It's a request," Stella said, "but personal."
"Denied."
"It's important, Mrs. Miller!"
"How important, Mrs. Miller!"
"Important enough to do the kitchen duty in your apartment tonight," Stella replied.
Every girl in the joint knew what happened after kitchen duty in Mrs. Miller's apartment.
"I'll have you brought up at nine."
There was no meal to cook and no dishes to wash. Mrs. Miller had been eyeing Stella's beautiful figure since the day the girl had arrived. She didn't want to waste a single minute eating food-not when she could eat pussy.
"Take off your things, honey."
Stella felt embarrassed as she took off her dress, then her under slip, so that she was down to bra and panties. She was a little taken aback at the intense way this woman was gazing at her belly and at the junction of her creamy thighs where the tight panties clung to her cunt mound. Through the transparent front, the dark triangle of her pussy could be seen.
"Don't be shy, honey," the woman said. "Take off the rest of your things."
She watched the girl reach up her back to get at the clip of the bra. The bra fluttered free. The eyes of the woman gleamed in evil anticipation at the sight of those two delectable soft white globes which were now lolling free. What a delight this little number was going to be! Those big, well-developed tits with the dusky shadows around the firm nipples ...oh, those firm nipples ... waiting to be chewed and devoured by a mouth that could appreciate them! A mouth that Mrs. Miller was slowly drawing her tongue across as she watched the pretty girl undressing.
"You have beautiful tits, honey," she muttered as she stood close to Stella, "beautifully firm."
She lifted her palms and raised the underneath part of the soft globes. Stella shivered at the way her tits were being lifted.
You can do it, Stella told herself. You can take anything this cunt has to offer! However, she did wish she would have taken Sissy up on her offer to swing with her first, to get an idea how it was supposed to go. Besides, Stella would much rather have been broken into woman to woman sex with a friend, instead of Mrs. Miller!
But she was here now, and she would go through with it.
"Open that drawer, there!" the woman ordered.
Stella crossed the room to a table and pulled out the drawer. Mrs. Miller smiled as she saw the expression of puzzlement cross the girl's face. She moved across and stood close beside her, an arm sliding around the slender waist. Stella was still staring down at the contents of the drawer. It contained a braided leather dog-whip, a dozen or so leather thongs, and right in the center of this assortment lay what was taking the girl's main attention, a black rubber dick with a leather harness attached.
"I'm not into this shit!" Stella cried, and turned to face the woman. As she turned, Mrs. Miller got her mouth over the girl's and gave her a hot, torrid kiss.
In a frenzied moment of sexuality, Stella put her arms around the woman's waist and returned the heat of the kiss. Mrs. Miller placed her hands so that she could feel the soft mounds of the young girl's ass through the panties as she held her close.
"You are a lovely girl, Stella," she murmured softly, "a lovely girl." She arched her belly to Stella's cunt and slowly pressed and rotated.
Stella could hardly believe it, but the cunt was turning her on!
The woman ground her belly harder into the girl's. "Does that make you feel good, Stella? Do you like me doing this to you?"
Stella was responding by swiveling her cunt and rubbing herself against the ample flesh of the older woman. No words were needed to tell Mrs. Miller that she had a hot and willing number.
Stella felt her bra being undone by the woman's agile fingers. Now as she was hugged close to the woman's body, she felt hot hands feeling all around her thighs, her panties, her ass cheeks. She was moaning by the time Mrs. Miller got her fingers to the waistband of her panties.
Then her panties were gone and Miller was un-draping her own huge body. Stella's eyes popped when the dress came off. The woman was huge, all right, but all in the right places. Left was a matching bra and panty set of jet black satin. The bra was cut very low and the panties fitted her tightly. She also wore a narrow black nylon garter belt, the tabs of which drew taut the sheer nylons which encased the well-proportioned but very well fleshed thighs.
She dropped to her knees on the leather couch and lowered her face to caress and kiss the nakedness of Stella's palpitating belly and thighs. When she had the young girl writhing and sobbing with lust, her passion aroused to the extreme, she rolled over on her back and yanked her panties off to reveal a fur triangle that was at least a foot wide. The raw red lips of her cunt were huge and already swollen with lust.
"Eat me, Moran!" she hissed. "Eat my cunt!"
Stella lifted the bra from her huge tits and dropped her head to suck. The woman's powerful hands tangled in her hair and pushed her head down.
"Oh, no, not there!" Her legs shot straight up, her toes wiggling at the ceiling. "There! OH, my God, yes, YESSSSS!"
Now Stella was so hot that nothing could have turned her off, not even the size of Mrs. Miller's cunt, which looked like it could swallow her whole head.
She released all the pent-up emotions she had concerning the act, once she smelled the musky aroma, felt the tender flesh quiver under her tongue. It was velvety and warm, flexing as if it had a life of its own. The soft lips actually closed over her tongue, squeezing it, as she probed deep into the cave-like pussy.
Mrs. Miller's reactions spurred her on, giving her fierce satisfaction. The bigger body was putty in her hands, responding like a good horse to the reins, picking up speed as she explored the depths of her huge hot pussy.
Stella found the more sensitive spots, delving in them until the woman reached her peak. Then she stopped, teasing the begging body with fiendish delight, making animal noises come from the sensuous lips as she tantalized Miller's body to the breaking point.
"Don't quit! Don't! Oh, you're mean!" Hips jerked, and hands raked tits attached to the same body.
Stella acted like a little kitten lapping up milk.
"Go on! More! MORE!"
Stella blew gently into the gaping opening. It flexed at even this slight touch.
"Stella! Stella! Do something! Oh, don't stop!"
Mrs. Miller was begging now, sending chills down the firm body of the girl. Stella caressed her own pussy as she gazed into the one in front of her. Hers was wet, but not as wet as the one she was looking at. She diddled herself as she watched Miller's outer folds change from pink to deep maroon.
She knew the older woman was almost there, past experience telling her that the change of color meant only one thing. She waited until the last second, then attacked her worm-like clitoris with all her might, forming a suction around it and vacuuming it out of its tight enclosure, stretching it beyond any length it had yet experienced.
Mrs. Miller went crazy as the roots of her clit were roughed up by Stella's tongue. She bounced so hard, Stella had to hold her down. She had never seen anyone react this way, and the tremendous satisfaction she derived from holding the woman in orgasm so long made her reach one herself.
The two female bodies twisted and turned, bent and straightened, contorted into impossible positions as they submitted to giant orgasms. When their tossing and turning twisted them into a position in which Stella's furry cunt was within reach of Miller's gasping mouth, the mouth of the older woman latched onto it like a leech. Dual satisfaction was received then, and the wailing stopped. Only blubbering noises could be heard as Stella tried to surpass Mrs. Miller in spewing cum cream.
Asses bounced. Long hair flew as heads were shaken in an effort to get better grips on cunts that were flooding. Arms clenched thighs, holding them steady as the two women devoured their targets.
When it was over, Miller was on top, her thighs almost smothering the younger girl. She raised some of her weight and let go of Stella's pulsing pussy, allowing herself one more unrestrained shot of fluid, then rolled off the exhausted girl. She felt she would faint as she gulped air into her tortured lungs. Her head spun around and around, then settled itself as she forced herself to admit that Stella had outlasted her.
But she wasn't done. She had one more thrill to extract from this beautiful girl's hot pussy before she returned her to a cell.
She stood and moved across the room to the open drawer. She quickly took out the black rubber dildo. Strapping the harness around her thighs and belly, she went back to the couch, making Stella turn over on her belly and then raise herself up onto her knees and forearms.
Mrs. Miller knelt close behind the girl, gripping her hips. "Lift up your ass a little more, honey ... come on now ..."
Stella's sweetly moist gaping cunt was visible between the trembling white thighs. Stella was obeying her in a sort of mindless dream, fascinated by the rubber prick, overwhelmed by its size and the implications of what was happening to her.
Momentarily lost now was the hardness she had accumulated in county, and then during her stay so far in the state prison. Her body was a cauldron of lust, and she had one thought on her mind-satisfy it!
Excitedly, Miller adjusted herself closer to the swell of the young girl's ass cheeks. Then with a little fumbling, a little maneuvering, that fat head of the rubber prick disappeared into Stella's cunt.
From the mouth of the girl came a wail of indescribable delight.
"OOOHHAA ... OOOYEEESSSSS!"
Slowly lowering her full weight to the top of Stella's white back, Miller allowed the phony male dick to gouge fully into the young cunt. Her hands reached around and under the slim body to find and molest her hanging tits. While she toyed and pulled at the tits, she worked her hips to give the excitedly aroused girl the first imitation fucking she had ever received.
In a way that only a woman can do it to another woman, Miller brought Stella to an orgasm. And as she did so, the girl opened her mouth and began to urge her on to more and more thrills.
"Oh, that's wonderful! I LOVE IT! Aaaahahhhh, it's sending chills right up my spine, and my belly, and my tits! Ohhh, Miller, it's even better than a real one! Ohhhhh, oh, please fuck me some more with it, HARDER! Shove it into me! Please! OOOOHHHHHHH!"
Never had Stella known such fulfillment, and she was hysterical and almost fainting by the fifth violent climax that the relentless black rubber prick gave her.
Mrs. Miller carefully withdrew the rubber hunk from the slightly bloodied cunt, and after unstrapping it, she took the sobbing young girl in her arms and loved and talked to her as if she were a child.
Gradually the sobbing stopped. Stella was beginning to come around. She put her hands out to find the discarded dildo, and with almost loving care she fondled the wet, slimy prick. Mrs. Miller took it from her, and with a sly smile, she began to again strap it to her waist.
"You want it again, honey, don't you?" she murmured as she pushed the girl down onto her back, and this time mounted her from the front in the normal male-female position.
"Yes, yes," Stella groaned. "Fuck me like a man. Ohhh, goddam, fuck my brains out!"
Stella's arms and legs hugged the older woman. Their mouths met and fused in a long, passionate kiss. Their tits squashed and rubbed hard against each other and added to the intense pleasure each was feeling.
Miller's fingers probed the slit of Stella's ass. Stella felt her insert one in her asshole. It was a wild feeling, and when the stabbing finger had edged into her hole and was worming up her rectum, she suddenly felt a wonderful thrill that shook her whole body and made her thrust into Miller's heavy body. This excited the older woman, too, and they writhed and struggled against each other, the older body exerting all its strength against the younger.
Three times more Stella came, before she was so exhausted that she fainted, a victim of too much rubber-prick fucking and finger-fucking in her ass! The ecstasy was so overwhelming that she lost consciousness in a sea of pleasure which drowned her completely for almost a half-hour.
When she revived, there was Mrs. Miller standing over her with a glass of brandy and a sly grin on her face. The dildo was lying on the chair, well creamed with their mutual cunt juice and smelling from the comes of the two women. Miller picked it up and put it to Stella's nose. She sniffed their combined wetness and smiled up at her lesbian seducer.
And then Stella had to giggle. There was a question as to just who had seduced who!
"I'm sorry, honey, but I'll have to send you back to your cell, now."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Stella said, the hardness returning to her voice and eyes.
Mrs. Miller nodded. Without a word, she went to the phone and dialed. Though she couldn't hear, Stella could see the woman mumbling into the mouthpiece.
A minute later, she returned.
"Warden Haley will see you at nine o'clock in the morning."