Chapter 11
Linda was glad that she had gotten out for a day. Returning to work the next morning, Gail Tracey asked something about where she had been.
"I was busy," Linda explained.
"That's nice," Gail told her. "I wish I could get out of here. Maybe if I knew someone in power like you do, I could."
Realizing that Gail was obviously jealous, Linda figured she had better not say one word about her activity of the previous day.
That night when she went to her cell she felt lonely and sad. Rather than forgetting about sex after her wild encounter with Dale Williams, she found her mind more obsessed with sex than ever before. The matron brought her the usual monotonous prison dinner and the rest of the night Linda watched television. At least Dale Williams had done something for her. She finally had something she could look at.
Ten o'clock when the television was turned off, she went to bed. Around eleven the guard who had visited her before slipped into her cell with a carton of cigarettes.
"You brought these for me?" she asked the guard.
He stood there in the dark, smiling obscenely down at her. She felt a sluttish thrill of pleasure to think that he was so turned on with her. Linda's mind had become a hotbed of sexual desires and dreaming. As she looked up at the young guard a feeling of sheer sexual ecstasy she never dreamed existed, went through her for him. Smiling as he looked down at her, he unzipped his fly. He was rough and crude as he pulled out his long, hard cock. The bulbous head of his penis was dripping with his cum. Getting down on the bed with her now he lunged at her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Linda was pleased to think he kissed her like this. That was better than Dale Williams had done the day before. After giving him such a wild time it bothered her that he couldn't even consider giving her a kiss. However, from the brutal way the guard was kissing her on the mouth and forcing her head back, pinning her arms to the side as his hand slipped between her legs, made her wonder if this was so good after all. Linda felt his fingers roughly probing her pussy.
"I'm afraid," she told him.
"Of what?" the dark-skinned guard looked at her, his eyes ablaze with sexual desire.
"I'm afraid that somebody will find us here," she explained. "After all, we're taking a big chance."
The guard grinned knowingly.
"Nobody knows," he assured her. "You are in the end cell. There isn't anyone for four or five cells near here. Just don't raise your voice. If we're quiet, we can do it."
Brutally he forced her head back again and kissed her wantonly on the mouth, his tongue sliding inside of her mouth. At the same time the guard's insistent fingers caressed her swelling vaginal lips. Linda couldn't help letting her body going limp and with a lewd thrill running through her like warm molten plastic she found herself suddenly spreading her legs wide and sliding forward, allowing one of the guard's fingers to slide into her moist cunt. Her hands groped for his naked, long, fleshy cock.
"Get on top of me," he said in a low, tense voice.
"Someone might see us," she whispered as she looked around.
"Don't worry about it," he growled.
Linda wondered if it wouldn't be better on the floor than on the prison cot. They might make noise.
"No," he insisted, "I want you to ride me as I lie back here on your cot."
The guard was on his back with his thick, hard cock upraised before her. Brushing the hair from her eyes, a strange thrill went through her now. She swung around and straddled him. Closing her eyes and feeling her pussy being spread wide by the guard's fingers she let him stab inside of her. With a shiver and a moan she felt him rubbing the massive head of his cock up and down her wide-spread slit. She was wet already.
"I want it," Linda finally whispered.
She had pulled her panties off and was naked from the waist down. Her lovely full buttocks spread wide.
"Anybody can walk by and see us," she told him.
"Nobody's gonna come by at this hour," the guard assured her.
At this point the excitement in her loins caused her to be fearless. If people wanted to watch her, they could. It didn't matter. What she wanted now was to have her excitement. She wanted to feel his huge cock inside of her.
Linda slowly lowered her loins, feeling the hard head of the guard's cock spreading her pussy lips open, making her cunt bulge out at the sides as she felt his ramrod shaft riding inside of her, filling her up. Linda jerked aside as the guard thrust his hips forward, driving more of his prick into her. She felt her passage lubricated and thrilled to the stretched painful feeling that she knew would rise to a wild kind of pleasure. With free and wanton movements Linda gyrated her hips. She did so in a teasing, circular motion, ending with a sudden breathtaking thrust down at which point she felt his huge cock ram its full weight home. The guard let his head fall back as he moaned.
"That's the way I like it," he gasped. "Keep fucking me, Linda."
Linda withdrew slowly, climbing in a swirling motion back up the length of the guard's prick, using her thigh muscles and groin to make her cunt lips squeeze and contract all around his throbbing, huge cock. With his hands he began shoving harder. The undulating up-and-down motion excited him almost to the point of orgasm.
"Keep fucking," he told her as her hips began moving hard now.
He could see the glistening thick shaft of his cock disappearing between her legs, stabbing wildly into her cunt.
"Faster," he panted.
Reaching up the guard felt of her breasts which were hanging free and ripe. Linda's bosoms were swollen with desire. Bending over she put one thick nipple in the guard's mouth and he sucked. Closing her eyes she moaned and tossed her head from side to side. She loved the combination of having his penis in her pussy while her breast was in his mouth and being sucked upon.
"Fuck it," he told her as his young, hard cock grew harder.
Ramming in with deep stabbing movements he came closer now to climax. Linda loved having her breasts lurching and jiggling with every cruel thrust of his hard cock. With a wild, intense pump she felt the guard's hot sperm shooting deep into her steaming clasping cunt, almost filling her up. Her body was trembling and shaking at this point.
"More, more," she cried as his huge cock stabbed into her tight slit.
Seconds later she was cuming, too.
"Ohhh," Linda moaned as she gushed.
He went on pumping in her, enjoying the fact she was making it with him. His hot hands clasped her round ass cheeks as he kept driving his dick meat in her pussy.
She pulled off him nervously.
"You're a damned good fuck," the guard told her. "You've got a nice tight twat."
Slipping her clothes back on as the guard got off her prison cot, she watched as he then stood up, and pulled on his shorts and pants. After the guard had gone Linda just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. It seemed as if the hours would never tick by until she was free. A rising tide of lust built in her body as she thought about the wonderful time that the guard had given her.
"Thank you for the cigarettes," she suddenly smiled into space, long after the guard had left.
It was awful getting sexually excited like this, Linda thought. Sleep always came slowly following such erotic pleasure.
When Linda went to her usual job of filing in the laundry office, Gail Tracey told her that Dale Williams wanted to see her.
"Oh, I wonder what about," she said innocently as she looked about.
"I have a pretty good idea," Gail said knowingly.
Linda was so angry at the way this girl was talking that she felt like lashing out and saying something. But she knew that it would be dangerous. Others were shooting glances their way as they talked. Feeling it wiser to say nothing and slip out silently, Linda did so.
When she got into Dale Williams' office she smiled at him.
"What was it you wanted?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you," he told her. "Come over here."
It was obvious that Dale Williams had been drinking. She knew that he'd taken many chances before. But now that he was obviously drunk she knew that he might be stepping so far that he would go off the cliff and lose his job.
"You're drunk," she told him.
"Yeah, and what's your excuse," he laughed.
His drinking might lead him to wilder sexual fantasies, Linda feared. Yet she was hypnotized by him and couldn't resist him. It was strange how the combination of horror and revulsion as well as an attraction could grow within her at the same moment. With such ambiguous emotions she was being tortured constantly.
"Did you like screwing with me the other night?" he smiled.
She responded immediately and nodded.
"Ever been fucked like that before?" he asked, the evil pleasure of hearing himself talk to her like that adding to his erotic excitement.
"No," she told him.
"That's real good," he replied. "Does that guard have a cock like mine?"
She fought against answering. Linda was certain that no one had heard them. Maybe he was just faking it to find out from her if she was carrying on with anyone else at the prison.
That wasn't enough for him. Dale Williams got out of his black leather chair behind his desk and came over in front of Linda and glared angrily.
"Answer me!" he demanded harshly. She winced as she felt him gripping her shoulders firmly.
"There was never anyone like you," she told him, "and I'm not doing it with any guard."
She was afraid that he might press his fingers around her neck if she didn't handle him smoothly.
"Has the guard got a cock like mine?" he demanded again, crushing his fingers around her throat.
Linda didn't know what to say to calm him down.
"Answer me!" he cried out harshly
"No, no," she said, "nobody has a cock like yours."
He smiled as he pulled his hands away from her and walked over to sit on the edge of his desk.
"That's better," he told her, "because I know I'm bigger and I can fuck you better than he can any day."