Chapter 1
Linda awoke with the sound of rain striking loudly across the roof. At first she lay there quietly. Her eyes were blurred as she stared out the ugly prison cell where she was. Through the gray ness she could see the branches of a tree, blue-gray in the early morning light. Beyond that she glimpsed the dim form of a mountain rising behind some bleak concrete buildings.
Where was she? The cell was dark. And then it all came back to her as she looked at the foot of her bed and saw her prison uniform. It was awful. She got to her feet and paced the floor. There was a small mirror on the wall. Linda went over to it and looked at herself. Her face looked tired and there were lines beneath her eyes. And then she remembered it all, closing her eyes tightly. The awful moment when she and Herb had been picked up. What a terrible thing, she thought to herself, to wind up in jail. It hadn't been her fault. However, Herb had robbed a liquor store and she had been with him in the getaway car. She had no idea that when he said he was going into the liquor store and would be back in a moment that he was going in to rob the place. Linda knew her parents would never forgive her, for they had sternly warned her never to go with Herb. She was only sixteen and Herb was twenty-five.
A few moments later a prison matron came to her cell.
"Linda," the prison matron looked at her, "there's someone here to see you."
For a moment Linda felt hope rising in her heart. Perhaps her parents would actually come to her rescue. After all, she hadn't intentionally done anything. It had all been such a horrible mistake.
The prison matron waited while Linda slipped into the dull gray-looking uniform.
"Now you can see your parents," the matron informed her.
Linda's lips were sealed tightly now. She didn't want to say anything. Perhaps her mother and father had come to post bail.
When she got into the waiting room and took a look at their faces she realized just how wrong she was in thinking they had come to help her. Linda's mother was glaring at her and her father looked as though he was about to burst. For a second she hesitated.
"It's right over there where you can talk to them," the matron explained. "You stay on one side and they stay on the other. You can hear each other all you need to."
Reluctantly Linda walked over to the small compartment where she was permitted to speak to her parents. What an ugly situation.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"Is that all you've got to say for yourself?" her mother glowered at her. "It was in the papers. Your father and I have warned you time and again about going with Herb Reynolds."
At that point her father, who was red faced with anger, interjected a blistering attack on her relationship with Herb.
"I had that worthless character checked out," he reminded her, "and he had a rotten record. Now you've asked for it, honey, and you're gonna have to stand on your own two feet."
Linda looked at both of her parents in disbelief.
"You mean you're not gonna post bail for me?" she asked anxiously.
Her father looked at her. It tortured him not to help her. When he was about to speak her mother cut him off quickly.
"You're going to have to pay the price for once in your life," her mother shook her head, "and quite frankly, I hope they throw the book at you. Nobody deserves it more."
Linda was so stunned by her mother's attitude that she began sobbing.
"Now see what you've done," her father snapped.
Linda turned just as the prison matron came to get her.
"You'd better go now," she told them, "it's very embarrassing. People are looking over here."
Linda didn't care about the embarrassment. All she knew was that she was alone. Alone in a juvenile jail.
When she was back in her cell the prison matron shook her head.
"You should not get so upset," she told her. "It won't do any good, honey."
Linda felt sad and tortured. She wondered how in the world she could face up to all that she had to. Once the matron was gone a guard came in and spoke to her.
"The man who is in charge of job assignments will be talking to you," he told her. "Come along with me.
She followed down the dark corridor of the jail, reaching the office of Dale Williams who was in charge of job placement of juvenile offenders.
Dale Williams seemed like a pleasant man. He was blond, tall and quite muscular. He looked as if he was an athlete. As he watched Linda enter his office, his eyes opened wide, for Linda was a stunning-looking brown-haired girl and he was surprised that she wasn't out on bail.
"Didn't anyone want to post bond for you?" Dale Williams asked the young juvenile offender.
Linda shook her head. She was so dejected now she was about ready to start crying.
"Your tears are not going to impress me, young lady," Dale Williams told her matter-of-factly. "Now we are going to determine where you will work. You could work in the kitchen or maybe you'd prefer working in the laundry."
Linda looked up startled.
"I thought I was just going to be in my cell," she told him.
"You're going to get to work some, too," he informed her. "You'll return to your cell soon enough. Now which do you prefer, young lady?"
Dale Williams had a sternness about him that bothered her. He looked so unbending and inflexible.
"I suppose I would prefer working in the laundry," she finally told him.
Linda decided that perhaps she could obtain a few favors from Dale Williams if she sexually enticed him. She crossed her legs and lifted up the hem of her dress. As Dale saw what she was trying to do and noticed her dress snaking up over the tops of her thighs, showing the white firm flesh in a tantalizing manner, he shook his head.
"Young lady," he warned her, "would you quit trying to put the make on me."
Linda laughed at him.
"You're imagining things, Mr. Williams," she told him.
"I've had too many girls like you," he said, "trying to tease me."
Dale Williams walked over to where she was sitting in the chair. And then she took a big chance. She pulled her dress up, revealing her panties. As he looked down at her he could see dark threads of softly curling pubic hair that escaped through her sheer panties.
"You're a nice-looking girl," he told her, "and it isn't easy to refuse you."
Linda Stevens didn't know what was happening to her. This was not her usual way of acting. But she was confused. She didn't want to be forced to work like a slave. Perhaps if she could entice Dale Williams, he could give her a soft job.
"Maybe I could work in the office section of the laundry," she suggested.
An evil grin crossed his face. It was strange how hot he felt compelled to reach down and pull the elastic leg band of her panties so that he could see her completely naked.
"Maybe I could arrange that," he told her.
Going over to the door he locked it. At this point he wasn't thinking about anything except her body and her beauty. Pulling the elastic waistband of her panties down he gazed hungrily at her. Bending over he dropped to his knees and ran his tongue over the lips of her pussy. He could feel his rapidly awakening cock hardening under his tight-fitting pants as the girl began undulating back and forth as his tongue licked across her crotch. Her tapered beautiful legs had him feeling almost weak. He could see the dark pubic triangle and that triggered his tongue. Linda whimpered as she felt his tongue siding smoothly along her slit.
"Oh, stop it," she moaned as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.
Her lips were saying one thing but her body was saying quite another.
Although Dale Williams' cock was throbbing in his pants, he restrained himself. He recognized he might lose his job and lose everything if he didn't exercise some control. The idea of his long, pulsating hardness thrusting between her softly moist pussy lips was almost unbearable. He could hardly hold himself off from pulling his cock right out of his pants and making her fuck with him. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of tormented desire. He had never wanted anything more. He got his face down between her legs and started sucking. She could see his face contort in an evil expression of animal-like lust. How could she ever live through this?
When Linda felt his tongue slipping, sliding and gliding inside of her she found herself enjoying it. His tongue thrust inside of her and she loved the sensation. Now he didn't care anymore. He only was concerned with the sudden gushing torrent of red-hot passion that swept over him. He lowered his head over her cunt. His tongue swirled over the soft slick flesh.
"Ohhh, it feels so good," Linda breathed, gasping for air as she felt his mouth and lips pressing firmly over her crotch. "Yes, yes," she panted, "kiss my pussy. Lick me there."
The lust-starved personnel director grasped her hot fleshy ass cheeks as his tongue hotly laved the moist, sweet-tasting furrow of her cunt. Dale Williams' nose tingled with the scent of her crotch as his nose pressed through the fleecy curls of her twat. He could feel a shudder of delight go through her body with fast-rising wantonness every time his lashing tongue swept over the nerve-laden throbbing bug of her clitoris.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned again and again. "Lick my pussy. Lick it with your big tongue."
Linda's head was thrown back and her brown hair swirled across her shoulders as she clutched at Dale's head, holding his face close to the fervent heart of her unquenched pussy flesh.
All at once Dale pulled his face away from her wanton crotch and she murmured her anxious approval, still clutching at his hair and trying futilely to hold him in her desirous loins.
"Why did you stop?" she asked the man anxiously.
"That'll be all right, honey," he told her. "Just squat down over me. That's it. Just sit on my face. I want to lick your sweet pussy."
He got to his feet at that point and went over to the couch in the comer. Dale lay flat on his back. The young prisoner came over to him. She finished undressing. Dropping naked to her knees and trembling with girlish enthusiasm, yet blushing with shame and surprise, she was willing to perform this wanton act for him. She had never imagined people could do anything like this. Linda lowered herself onto Dale Williams' face. She felt his lips and tongue accepting her. Giving herself in naked, unquestionable submission she found new erotic thrills and excitement.
"Ohhh, my pussy," Linda panted, "my pussy. I love this."
The young girl could say nothing more as she lowered her crotch over his hotly kissing lips and deep-probing tongue. Dale was grunting something unintelligible from beneath the softly crushing warmth of her pussy flesh. He went about his delicious work with the frenzy of a maniac as the naked young girl squirmed and wriggled over him, groaning and whimpering with forbidden lust. Dale's tongue seemed a foot thick and a yard long as he hotly laved the sizzling furrow of Linda's pussy, wriggling over every naked pink pore, teasing at the curly node of her clitoris. He was driving her insane with his wanton, lusty desires.
Now she felt his wiggling under her and she faintly heard the metallic sound of a zipper being opened. And the naked young girl knew what was next. He was going to fuck her. He had kissed her most secret genitals, hotly tonguing the hidden slit of her pussy and now he was going to fuck her as well. The young girl wailed mournfully as her mind reeled with the torturous taunts of her own wanton lust. Yet here she was a prisoner and powerless to stop. She'd gone too far. She'd strayed too close to total depravity.
"Look behind you, Linda," Dale smiled proudly.
Linda's eyes were misted with tears of shame, yet she turned her head and saw the upraised hugeness of his naked cock. It was enormous. Much bigger than any penis she had ever seen before.
"No, no, I can't ... I can't," the young prisoner blurted.
Afraid now that she'd seen Dale's huge, throbbing cock waiting for her, she wanted to run away. But Dale was busy wriggling out of his pants.
"Come on, Linda, you know you want me to do you some favors here, don't you? Now if you expect me to give you what you want you had better give me what I want and fast!" She understood. Closing her eyes in humiliation and despair, shaking her head from side to side, she exclaimed, "No, no, I can't."
But her body had a mind of its own. And her limbs seemed possessed of some greater spirit that compelled her to answer his lustful invitation. Linda moved slowly backward along his now bare chest, still shaking her head as if somehow that would make it all right.