Chapter 7
Gail enjoyed having a good load of sperm. Closing her eyes she sucked hard as Greg finished shooting off his wad in her mouth.
Linda Stevens pulled her tongue from Greg's asshole.
"Get dressed now," Greg told her. Linda was dressing while Gail pulled her mouth off Greg's thick penis.
"I've got you two girls well trained," he smiled, "and I'll give you a good recommend. I'll say that your performance as employees in the office of the laundry and in the file room is superlative."
A smile of sadistic satisfaction crept over Greg Montgomery's mouth.
"And your wife trusts you," Gail laughed.
"Sure, as much as I trust her," Greg Montgomery replied coolly.
That night when Linda was back in her prison cell, she was thinking. She was thinking of that moment when she would be free. What a wonderful thing it would be not to have to go to work. But even more wonderful than that would be the opportunity to get away from all of this rotten sex.
In the evening when the prison matron brought her her food, she spoke with her seriously.
"Do you think you could help me get out of here?"
The matron shook her head.
"Don't ask me to give you any special favors. I only work here and I do pretty well, don't bug me."
Linda instantly saw the matron would be of little or no help. That night as she lay on her cot she was thinking of her mother. She wondered if her mother ever gave her a thought. Painful as it was, she had to recognize the fact that her parents probably didn't give a damn about her. That was what made being in a juvenile prison so terrible. She almost wished that she was ugly. At least she wouldn't have to go through what she had been going through the last few days. It was terrible having to give in to these rotten suggestions that were constantly coming her way.
There was a strange thing that was happening, however, as she thought about it. She actually had enjoyed some of it. That was the part that was the most disturbing. She knew that it was disgusting. Why should she ever enjoy any of it? Yet she had and that was what bothered her most of all.
That night as the guard walked back and forth she had a sudden urge to put the make on him. And this was what bothered her. She kept imagining what it would be like to have sex with different men. It was a Mexican young man who was pacing up and down the hall and he had such passionate eyes that she couldn't help but be entranced with him.
"Why don't you do me a favor and give me a cigarette?" she asked him.
He looked at her and smiled, handing her a cigarette.
"I could give you something if you'd be nice to me," he told her.
"What have you got?"
"About nine inches," he told her.
Linda was fearful. She was afraid to do anything in her cell, but he told her not to worry.
"We're all alone down at this end," he said, "and nobody's gonna go by here but me."
The guard opened the cell door and came in.
"What do you want?" she asked him.
"I want to suck your tits," he told her. "Just take off your blouse."
Linda removed her blouse and in a moment the guard was down there around her bosoms.
"Oh, yes, suck my tits," she begged him.
She watched as he nibbled one bosom and then let his hands and fingers play with the other. He squeezed the nipples until they were blood red. Linda's face contorted as she moved her head back and forth, finding the man's wet warm lips exciting as he mouthed her nipples.
"I've got a big cock for you," he told her, "and I want to fuck you."
She reached down and felt of him. Sure enough, he was hard down there.
"I can put it in you," he told her, "any way you want it. Want to lick it first?"
It was a wild way to do it, but there was something about that intimate connection that appealed to her. The Mexican guard reached down and unzipped his fly. He reached inside of his pants and pulled out his throbbing thickness. When she saw his huge, trembling cock, she became more excited than ever.
"Pull down your pants," she told him, "so I can play with your balls."
It stimulated him to think she was that anxious. He unfastened his belt, pulling down his pants and then his shorts. And then he told her, "Suck it. Go ahead and suck me."
Linda dropped to her knees and pulled his huge cock to her lips. She could hardly wait for that moment when he would pump his hot, life-giving seed all the way down her throat. She wanted to suck him off and taste him. But first Linda decided it would be better to tease the Mexican guard. As she pulled his huge, thick, long penis to her lips she gently eased her pink tongue tip over the head of it. He was so excited now his cock quivered and his itching balls were ready to explode. Grabbing her head he pushed her farther toward his penis. His face was contorted with feverish passion and the veins in his neck stood out like thick, pulsing chords. And then he violently shoved the knob of his throbbing cock up against her sensuous lips.
"Open your mouth," he begged the young girl.
Burning pangs of heated passion raged uncontrollably. The velvety warmth of her mouth milking his prick made his cock ache with desire. Grabbing her head firmly he began shoving forward.
"Gome on, honey, suck, suck my cock," he intoned as she knelt before him like a sexual slave. The guard could see the girl's face reddening as she grasped his huge thick penis. At the same moment he felt her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft and her mouth opening. He shoved from his loins into her young face.
"Suck it," he whispered as he shoved his throbbing thickness in her, almost choking off her breath.
Linda could feel her own climax building in her heated loins. She gripped his ass cheeks and let him shove into her mouth. Quickly she pursed her warm, wet lips around the guard's rapidly plunging penis, clasping and unclasping against it in a rhythm that seemed to match his eager pulsations. Linda could hear the guard groaning long and deep as his hands pressed obscenely against her cheeks that were expanding and hollowing as he pumped his thick cock into her hot and willing mouth. The guard's hips gyrated wildly now. She loved the feeling of his sinewy ass cheeks as he pumped in her. Linda could feel his pubic hair salaciously tickling her chin with each upward thrust of his cock that he made in her mouth. With every jab in her mouth he urged her to suck harder.
"Suck, you cock eater," he demanded in a demeaning voice.
She could tell from his wildly thrusting hips that it wouldn't be much longer until the white-hot stream of cum would shoot from his penis and into her mouth. Linda was anxious to taste him. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he was being tortured as he kept plunging his cock into her willing mouth, slipping the head of it down her velvety throat. His pulsating pole of flesh was ready to explode. Her lewdly sucking mouth, her bloated cheeks stimulated him. With each hard stab he was getting closer to cuming. And then with a bullet-like explosion he shot his cum in her mouth and watched her swallow to keep from choking, mewling and whimpering as he kept thrusting.
"Don't stop sucking, Linda," the guard groaned as his hands gripped her head, forcing her farther down over his shaft.
She gripped his ass cheeks tighter now as he kept shooting his sperm load. A low grunt rumbled from her throat as she sucked around the jerking length of the guard's still-thrusting cock. Her hands reached for his balls and she held his balls in her hand, massaging them gently as he rammed all the way down her throat, continuing to shoot his load of white-hot sperm in sizzling bursts.
When he finally pulled his deflated penis from her mouth, his eyes indicated how much he had enjoyed having sex with her. Some of his cum oozed from the comer of her lips.
"Wipe your fucking mouth off," the guard smiled down at her.
Shamefully Linda licked her lips.
"You said you'd give me something," she reminded him.
"I did," the guard said, pulling up his pants and shorts. "I gave you a mouthful. Tasted good, too. It was hot and thick and creamy, wasn't it?"
This got her disgusted. At least he could give her a package of cigarettes.
"Thanks," she told him.
The way she almost sneered her thanks irritated the guard.
"You were lucky to get that, Linda," he told her.
The guard finished dressing and then he didn't look back. He walked out of her cell and left her alone.
The next day she went to work as usual. The work was so boring but she knew better than to complain. It wouldn't do any good. At the end of the day Greg Montgomery told her that she could read the report that he was sending in to the supervisor.
Nervously she took the three-by-five white card from his hands. She read it carefully and her eyes indicated the pleasure and delight she felt. He had given her the highest recommend possible.
"Thank you, Greg," she told him.
'Don't thank me," he told her, "you earned a good recommend."
She laughed as she realized that he at least had kept his word with her.
"Be good," he told her as she left the office for the day.
She didn't say much to the matron that evening. The matron was a rather repulsive sort of person anyway. She was always complaining about getting sore feet from having to do so much walking and being underpaid. Linda felt she had enough burdens to bear without carrying the matron's complaints on her back as well.
That night when the guard walked by, his eyes obscenely went to her. He pulled a small flask from his hip and looked at Linda. She was crazy for a drink. At least that would help her forget. He handed her the flask. She looked up at him gratefully.
This should fix you up real good," he leered at her as she nearly emptied the contents of the small silver flask.
When she had almost drained the flask she handed it back to him.
"Now you can give me a good time," he told her. "I fed you. And you drank it up like a hungry baby."
She coughed and choked and then she went to the comer where there was a small container of water. She poured herself a glass and when she turned around the guard was inside her cell.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked, her face pale with fear.
"I came in to get something in return for what I gave you," he informed her.