Chapter 7
That night, a few minutes after lights out, Sissy whispered to Stella from the upper bunk. "Stel ... are you asleep?"
"No."
"Can I come down and talk? I'm not sleepy."
"Sure, why not," Stella replied. "I'm not sleepy either."
Sissy came down and stretched out beside her. It was a cool night, so Stella lifted the bed-covers and helped Sissy under them. The cot was narrow, but since they were both slim, they could be comfortable on it if they lay close together. Her warmth felt good beside Stella. Sissy put an arm around her and settled her head on Stella's shoulder.
"Stella, you never asked me why I was put in here."
"It's none of my business, honey," Stella replied, "unless you want to tell me."
"I do. I killed a girl. She was my lover. I came home from work one afternoon and found her in bed with a married couple. She was eating the wife while the husband doggie-fucked her."
"Jesus," Stella breathed. "What did you do?"
"I scratched his eyes out and kicked the wife in the cunt and tits until they both ran like hell. Then my girlfriend came after me with a knife, screaming that she was leaving me. She told me I was just a meal ticket anyway, and she much preferred eating cock to sucking my pussy!
"She took a swipe at me with the knife and cut one of my tits. I guess I went nuts. I brained her with a lamp and kept hitting her until they came in and found us."
Stella shrugged. "Well, we all do crazy things for love."
"You know," Sissy whispered, "I haven't felt like this since the last time I was with her. I used to love her, and when I lay with her I felt all warm and fluttery inside, just like I do now."
Stella was deeply moved. Sissy so needed love and affection that the first person who was kind to her not only became her friend but also aroused her sexually.
The warm softness of Sissy's body was having its effect on Stella as well. She moved a little and her hand came in contact with Sissy's bare flesh. The prison nightgowns were fairly short, and Sissy had worked up in the bed, exposing her thighs. Stella placed her hand against Sissy's cunt and discovered she was soaking wet. Her clitoris was sticking out of the top of her slit as if begging Stella to take her. Stella ran her fingertips over it, and Sissy's body began to tremble against hers.
Stella's blood began to run warm. Her nipples stood straight out on her tits and she could feel the flesh around them contract into goose pimples. The tenseness, the tightness in her cunt told her that she was sexually aroused by this girl. Stella wanted to feel Sissy's hands on her body. She wanted to feel her hands on Sissy.
Eagerly, they responded to each other. Stella lifted both her own nightgown and Sissy's higher, and rolled over on top of her. As Stella mounted her, Sissy spread her legs to take her. Lust for her lovely body inflamed Stella's clitoris, too. It stuck up out of her cunt. She pressed her clit against Sissy's, and Sissy clasped her legs around Stella tightly to hold her there and pull their clits even more firmly together. The hot, wet, united cunts made liquid sucking noises as the intensity of the sensations shut out the drab and sordid world around them.
"I'm coming!" Sissy whispered.
"Me, too!" Stella hissed. "Oh, God, me too! Hang on tight, baby! Rub! RUB!"
They exploded together. It was wild, wonderful, as if their whole bodies were concentrated on the tips of their fevered clits.
Exhausted, they fell apart but lay in each other's arms.
"God, that was good, baby," Stella said.
"Yeah," Sissy agreed. "Jeez, you turn me on!"
"Sissy?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you always wanted ... just other girls?"
Sissy giggled. "Oh, hell no! When I was a kid we lived next to a college campus. In fact, our house was right beside the practice field. By the time I was fourteen, I'd sucked every guy on the football team in our garage!"
"Right in your own garage?" Stella giggled. "Christ, it's a wonder your old man or old lady didn't catch you!"
"They never even suspected," Sissy replied proudly.
"They must've been out of their fucking minds. Even if they didn't know what was going on under their noses, I should think they would've been worried about you being so close to all those walking hard-ons next door! Most parents don't trust their precious daughters with one boy so close, let alone a whole football team!"
"To be honest," Sissy went on, "my folks did warn me a few times not to talk to any of the guys. But they thought I was completely ignorant about sex, so they trusted me. What they didn't know was that I had been into sex a year earlier with some boys in the neighborhood who were my own age. I was sucking dicks before I knew that they could shoot off into my mouth! The first two boys I blew didn't even come. But the third one was an older teenager, and when I blew him and he shot his wad into my throat, I choked and spit it all out. I was really scared and I thought I had done something wrong. He explained it to me and told me that I should swallow it. The next blow-job, I did swallow it. Shit, that really turned me on!"
"But you must have gone on to fuck?" Stella said.
"Oh, hell, yes. Lots. But the guys got worse and worse. Less satisfying. Then I met Lola ... an older woman who turned me on to pussy, and I just never went back to men ... at least for fun."
"Well, for the next few years," Stella sighed, "it looks like you and I have each other!"
Stella learned quickly. She became an accomplished stenographer in less than a year. She quickly decided that that wasn't enough. She learned bookkeeping, and from that got interested in tax. Another inmate, an ex-bank teller who was doing time for embezzlement, taught Stella how books could be manipulated.
One by one, the girls were released, but they kept in touch. Norma was the first to go. She migrated to a midwestern city and set up shop as a prostitute. Janice soon joined her.
Then it was Stella's turn. Sissy still had six months to go, but she agreed to join Stella as soon as she got out.
Stella joined her two old cellmates, and together the three of them went into business. They made good money, but not fast enough for Stella. Between the cost of pay-offs and the dearth of really big spenders, the profits were too low.
Stella suggested that they all get into some other line of work and just turn tricks on the side. That way, they could keep their clientele and keep the police off their backs.
Both Janice and Norma declined. They liked to fuck too much to quit, and they couldn't see giving it away. So Stella went along with them, and the girls continued to turn tricks.
Then one day, Stella saw Trixie's picture in the paper. She almost didn't recognize the woman. Her hair was changed. Her face had been lifted and, from the clothes she wore, she reeked of money.
She was Mrs. Clint Farley now, the wife of one of the city's leading, upright citizens.
Stella had to smile. So old Clint had gotten himself a stake and had gone straight. And, from the looks of things, he pretty well had it made.
She copied down the address of his office and went to see him.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Mr. Farley sees no one without an appointment."
The secretary was a cute little brunette, with high, jutting breasts and a nice ass. Stella wondered if Clint was banging her. Probably not. It wouldn't go with his new image of the upright businessman!
"He'll see me," Stella said, and handed the girl a candid shot of herself. "Here, show him this!"
Two minutes later Stella was sitting across the desk from an ashen-faced Clint Usherwood--alias Brady-alias Farley.
"What do you want?" he said, the crackle of fear obvious in his voice.
"Just my share, Clint. One third. I did time for it ... remember?"
Some color returned and he almost smiled. The look on his face said, Thank God, is that all?
"That was a long time ago, Stella. And, if I pay you, how can I be sure you'll keep your mouth shut?"
"By doing me a couple other little favors."
"I thought so." His face fell again.
Stella laughed. "Oh, don't worry, darling, nothing you can't handle. And even enjoy!"
She explained that she wanted the money to buy a huge old mansion on the outskirts of town. She told him about Janice and Norma, and her new way of making a living. Stella was sure Clint knew everybody in town that was anybody. He could steer clients her way. She and the girls could turn a nice profit, and everybody would be happy.
He took it ... hook, line and sinker. He not only agreed to everything but reverted to the old Clint. He wanted a sample of the merchandise.
"It's been a long time since I've had a hot piece of pussy like you, Stella," he said. "That fucking Trixie is a drag in the sack!"
"And it's been a long time since I've had a long, educated cock like yours, Clint," Stella said, almost meaning it. "How about the Merchant Hotel, in an hour? I keep a room there, 412."
"I'll be there with a hard-on ready!" he grinned.
I'll just bet you will, you cock-sucker! she thought as she left the office and headed for the elevator.
"Come in!"
Clint entered the room at the sound of her voice. His, "Oh, my God!" was drowned out by the slamming door behind him.
Stella was standing in the center of the room, stark naked, cupping her huge tits and pointing them at him.
He stared at the nude figure before him. Her body was without blemish-her smooth ass, her round voluptuous tits, her long slender legs were all perfect. He felt his prick harden inside his slacks. A thin wall of sweat covered his forehead. He had never seen such a beautiful body, such a fine featured face. He wanted to fuck her as he had never wanted to fuck anyone.
"Jesus, Stella, you are some kind of woman."
"No, Clint," she replied, "I'm a cunt. A hot pussy that's only good for fucking!"
She walked toward him and put her arms around his neck. She pushed her hips against his erect cock. She felt it move beneath his slacks and pushed against it harder. She put her lips to his and filled his mouth with her tongue. She searched his mouth with her tongue as her hips ground against his dick. He held her hips, planted his fingers in the soft flesh of her ass and ground his hungry meat against her.
Stella reached down and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. She rubbed her pussy mound back and forth against the hard surface of his crotch. Her tongue flicked into his ear. He held her ass firmer now and thrust his longing dick against her warm mound. She pulled his jacket and shirt off as they ground together.
She turned him around, a prisoner locked by the slacks around his feet, and pushed him backward over the sofa. Then she ripped the binding shorts and slacks away. His erect prick stood straight up and throbbing.
Her cunt was hot and wet, and she knew she had to be fucked right away and save the fun for later. She climbed onto the sofa and mounted him. She held his cock in her hand and nuzzled its wet head against her hot pussy. She guided it into her open, juicy hole.
Clint groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing his great cock high up into her. She lowered herself still farther down on it and then, without pausing, began to grind and push against him savagely.
The force of her humping took Clint's breath away. He watched her tits bobble as she used his meat. His eyes closed as she slipped her wet walls around his dick in a quick, circular motion. She pushed its silken tip over every part of her clinging, sensitive cunt. She rubbed his balls against her pussy.
Clint opened his eyes and reached forward to grasp her taut nipples between his fingers. He rubbed them and they stood out, jutting and proud, as he increased the pressure of his fingertips and started pinching. She cried out, clenched her teeth, and started bucking wildly, knocking the breath from him each time she bounced on him.
He could tell from the claspings of her inner walls that she was close to coming. He thrust now, faster and harder.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, your cunt is squeezing me! It's eating my prick! I'm gonna fuck you now. Really fuck you!" He thrust into her, savagely, relentlessly.
Stella screamed and fucked him back. His cock shot into her like a knife. She screamed again, and he surged forward into her, wild with the power of his massive cockhead. She held onto the back of the sofa and wriggled wildly on his pole. She was coming with each move.
"I'm big, baby, I'm big ... and I'm gonna fuck right through your sweet little pussy!"
He jammed his giant cock up into her tightening cuntflesh. Again and again he rammed, until his prick began its spasms and shot into her. His hot cum poured out of her hole, and she put her fingers on her clit and rubbed it with the hot juice. She sucked the coming prick into her oozing channel fiercely as she rubbed her throbbing clit, sucking and squeezing and milking the jerking meat until it had no more juice to give her.
"Jesus, you're an incredible fuck," Clint gasped, rubbing his spent prick against her cunt. "I-you-oh, Christ, you're a hot piece of ass!"
"The best you've ever had, baby," she hissed. She pushed herself against him furiously and kissed his lips.
As she pulled back from the kiss, she pushed him down, down, down. She pushed her cunt against his face and pried his mouth open violently with her fingers. Sputtering, he began to eat her. He didn't struggle but tried to eat her cunt as she hunched against his face.
"Eat it!" she spat at him. "Eat your cum out of my cunt and then I'll suck you up again!"
"Yeah, that's it ... talk dirty, baby, while I tickle your clit and bathe your hot pussy with my tongue!" he growled.
He plastered his face to the thick bush of her cunt hair and sent his long tongue into her to probe inside her wet, juicy pussy.
"Suck me off good!" Stella cried. "Use your tongue the same way you use that big stiff wonderful prick of yours! Shove it in! Suck me good and suck me hard until I cum all over your fucking face! SUCK MY COCK-HAPPY CUNT!"
Clint had his tongue buried in her cunt as far as he could shove it. Then he began shoveling it in and out like a cock while his big hands caressed her ass cheeks. Stella helped out by pumping her ass into his fucking face to match every stroke of his long, slithery tongue.
"Go ... GO!" she yelled. "Suck! Suck! SUCK! I want to grab those big balls and play with 'em all night! Then I'm gonna lick your ass all over! Keep sucking, you stiff-dicked motherfucker! Keep sucking my hot cunt!"
This wasn't the little Stella he remembered. This was a hot-blooded professional who could wear him down to nothing, and he knew it.
Stella literally threw her ass into convulsions as a series of multiple orgasms suddenly wracked her thrashing body. Despite the furious thrust of her jerky movements, Clint kept his mouth plastered to her cunt until she finally settled back. Only then did he release his face from the thick tuft of sticky-wet, matted pussy hairs.
He reached into his mouth to remove some of the curly hairs that had remained between his cunt-sticky lips. "I haven't had a hot hunk of pussy like that one in years," he grinned.
"We've got a deal then?" Stella asked.
"Are those other two cunts as good as you?"
"Every bit," Stella replied.
"Yeah, baby, then we got a deal. We got a hell of a deal!" Clint smiled.
"Then crawl up here and fuck my face!"