There are some persons who actually "enjoy" pain. When this type of person wants to "turn-on", they must search for someone who will participate in their strange sexual hang-up. It often is not easy.
That being the case, when a prisoner of pain finds a "sadist" (someone who enjoys administering pain), they cling to them for dear life.
Why is it that some people have this bizarre sex twist? The reasons are deeply imbedded in the psyche, and go back to the roots of childhood.
Often times it can happen when punishment is administered to a child. Strange as it may seem, the sexual feelings can be so strong in some youth that a "whipping", can provide a type of pain, and a kind of pleasure at the same time.
Soon, the "whipping syndrome" is established in the sexual framework of the person, and they actually want to be whipped. Having discovered one kind of "pleasure-pain", they are eager to move on to bigger, and better things. This tragedy is compounded when they have noone to help them out of this "pit". And pit it is, for they often sink deeper, ever deeper into this kind of sexual quicksand. All the time there is the awareness that they sould do a turnaround, and change. But the tug of the emotions is so great, a change is difficult to make.
That is why it becomes increasingly difficult for the person who is such a tormented prisoner to ever break free. For they are imprisoned within the framework of their own warped psyche, and must desire to break free. But, often as not, they simply want more of the same-"pain", accompanied by "pleasure."
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The brawny guard, Ringo, had an enormous hard-on as he tromped down the corridor to check the prisoners-to make sure all the fine young things were safely in their cells and not pulling each others hair or worse.
This was the part of the job he liked best. He'd go from cell to cell, peering through the bars, looking at the tempting female prisoners in various stages of undress, his blood tingling with desire, his pecker throbbing beneath his denims.
Once he had happened upon a twenty year old killer who was pulling the top of her uniform off, the top over her head, her firm breasts round and plentiful, staring at Ringo in sexual invitation.
His knuckles grew white as he clenched the bars in sexual agitation. His cock nearly broke through the pants and hurled itself at the prisoner. He had fumbled about his pocket looking for the key. thinking he'd get inside the cell before she had time to pull the shirt off. He'd fuck her, then quickly leave before she had time to see who was attacking her. But as he got the keys the prisoner had slipped the shirt off, her eyes frozen on the lurking figure of the guard Ringo.
They had stared at each other for a full minute, the prisoners' tits slowly heaving up and down to her careful breath.
Then she had smiled maliciously. "You like these tits, Ringo?" And she cupped them in her hand, holding them so the nipples were sticking straight into his eyes.
He got red in the face and had to coax his pecker from disengaging from his groin and flying to whip the prisoner with its lethal head.
He had quickly left the cell, quickly leaving before the maliced laughter followed him like a ghost through the corridor. He had made a bee line to the bathroom, whipping out his pecker and quickly pumping away till the explosion of seed plopped into the urinal. He had imagined that the urinal was the prisoner's mouth and all the time he was jamming and twisting the hot pistol into her, all the way into her till she was writhing and groaning beneath the assault.
He walked the long corridor, pausing at each cell to see what was happening. Most of the women lounged on their beds, playing cards or talking-their conversations ending when the guard made his approach.
Most glared at him as if he were the devil himself, as if he belonged to some netherworld that they had no part in.
Some had teased him.
"Hey Ringo, how's that manhood of yours."
"Shot any pretty one's lately."
"Has your come turned purple yet?"
Aggravating things that Ringo ignored. After all he was a free man and they were inside their little cells, rotting slowly away. Besides, he did have his girls. A small cluster of them that he had initiated during their first days at the prison. His girls always gave him what he wanted-even if they didn't want to. But the rest.. .
He couldn't deny the throbbing aching feeling in his groin. He had to reach down a couple of times to shift his monstrous pecker from side to side, so that he could walk properly.
He kept thinking to himself, 'I'm gonna get one of these pussy's one day I'm gonna slice 'em up with my pecker, cut a big hole through their cunt lips till they scream out for me to stop, then I'm gonna stop and shove the damn thing down their throat till they choke, choke and gag to kingdom come.'
He could feel his neck bristling with desire. His whole body became consumed with desire. 'Oh fuck,' he mumbled under his breath, 'these bitches is gonna get me to beatin' off again.'
He wouldn't do it this time. No, he would not submit to his own humiliation. Something deep within stirred about and made him feel ill at ease when he thought about standing over the toilet and letting the vast surge of energy empty helplessly into the sewer.
He lodged himself in front of the last cell. The new prisoners were usually put in here until a larger cell could be found, thus it was usually occupied by only one prisoner.
He hadn't seen the new one but scuttlebutt had it that she was a fine looking woman in her mid-twenties, blonde. She'd been busted on a dope rap. These women Ringo liked the best. They'd get so strung out, their heads would get so strange, that they were easy picking. No hassles with them-unless they were on the hard junk and were going through withdrawal, they they'd get nasty. But this one, so the rumor went, was busted for dope, pills and that kind of thing-she'd be pudding in the hand.
Ringo peered through the bars and looked at the lonely figure sitting, hands on chin, elbows on knees, sitting there on the bed like some angel kicked in the ass from heaven, kicked all the way down to the scurry, dust kicking planet Earth.
He looked at her for a moment and she slowly raised her head. Their eyes met and Ringo flinched at the utter despair in the woman's eyes.
But he couldn't deny the pumping feeling engorging his blue veins.
"Hello honey," he said pleasantly, his mouth curled in a grin. "Welcome to prison.. . Name's Ringo.. . I'm sure we'll see each other in the next few years," and the guard laughed.
The young prisoner dropped her head back into her hands.
Ringo opened the cell door and let himself in. He ambled to the sitting form.
"Oh now," he consoled in a smile, "prison ain't that bad. Christ, you get fed three times a day, a place to flop.. . Shit woman, you're probably doing better than when you were out there. . . . "
The prisoner didn't respond. She kept her head in her hands, tiny sobs flitting between her fingers.
Ringo began to get irritated. He couldn't stand women crying. They could do just about anything around him but cry. Cry and sob-these teary, misty women got his blood to boil.
"Shit woman, you're still alive!" he yelled at her.
She still didn't respond. She began rocking slowly back and forth.
"Good God honey," the exasperated guard yelled, "quit that shit! What's your name? Huh? Lift that pretty head of yours and tell me your name." Ringo was stomping around the tiny cell like a horse smelling smoke.
The prisoner raised her head up, tears streaming down her face.
"Du . . . Duia . . . " she pouted.
"Duia? What kind of fucking name is that? You some kind of foreigner?"
Duia smiled through the tears. It seemed as though a little human talk was what she needed to pull her out of her teary indolence.
"No," she said playfully. "Duia is a nice name. There's a story behind it but it's too long and wouldn't have any meaning for you."
"Well Duia, I hear you're in this place for some week tokin'. "
Duia looked like a typical American girl. A middle-class one at that, who had apparently lost her ambition and the Dream-well, prison was her reward for that. The Dream she forsook and off she went to the other Dream which took her in like some horny old man extending his withered arm to some fresh peached girl. Well, one Dream cancels the other out, and now she's in prison about to feel the full lust of Ringo's manhood.
"Yeah girlie," he said, positioning himself in front of the sitting woman. "That weed tokin' gets your head all screwed around.. . it makes you real loose don't it?"
Duia looked up to the guard. "Only with those you get turned on by."
"You don't get turned on by 'ol Ringo?"
"I didn't say that.. . Dope gets you turned on to who you've turned on to, that's all I said."
"No, fuck, you didn't answer me . . . I asked you if you got turned on by me?"
A bit of panic flit across her face. She looked up and down the husky frame of Ringo, her eyes stopping at the bulge in his scotch.
"Now unzip this zipper and give me some head."
Duia's eyes were flicking back and forth in terror. But up came her hand to the zipper. Slowly she pulled the metal fly down, feeling the surging power of lust against her fingers.
The pecker was moving all about, from side to side, waiting for its leap into the soothing warm bath of the prisoner's mouth.
When the zipper was all the way down, the cock flew out from Ringo's pants like a bird from a cage. It fluttered before her eyes like some great cobra, the purple head engorged with sweating lust.
"Now, com'on honey, get down on that meat . . . and suck!"
Duia's petite mouth opened wide and her head slid forward to cover the thick beast that was Ringo's pecker.
"Ahhh," he sighed, as he felt the rough surface of Duia's warm tongue swab the surface of the man's pecker.
She slid ever further, putting the head deep within the drenching recesses of her mouth. The moist lips tightened around the shaft, shooting vibrating lust pleasure into the man's veins.
"Oh shit, you're doin' it right!" he moaned.
Duia wrapped her arms around the man's thighs and pulled forward, getting the pecker deeper within her drooling orifice.
Her tongue was a wild animal, moving up then down then across the hard, taut surface of Ringo's pecker.
His legs were shaking from the onslaught of lust that coursed through his veins like a mad river.
"Oh God, keep it in there," he groaned.
Duia slid her head quicker and quicker, keeping her lips sealed tight about the shaft.
Then she looked into his eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me?" She was trying to conceal the terror in her being by asking almost in an offhand way.
"Fuck you?" Ringo laughed out loud. "Fuck you? Christ, honey, this is a prison not a whorehouse."
Relief spread across Duia's face. She put her hands behind her and leaned back.
Ringo was breathing hot breath through his flared nostrils.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Love to get my pecker out of my pants and spread your little legs, then stick the 'ol throbber up her pussy for the fuck of your life . . . You'd get all turned on, get an orgasm, then laugh at me for being a fool.. . for turning you on just like on the outside . . . but this isn't the outside, this is the inside of a prison and you have no say."
Ringo's cock was struggling inside his pants, thrusting and bulging against the denim's. He wanted nothing more than to release his power but at the same time he didn't want to give the woman any satisfaction.
He suddenly became very tight lipped. His hands were on his hips, his night stick and gun swinging slowly back and forth.
"Get over here and zip down my pants," he said quietly.
Duia stared at him, then looked at the hard contour of the man's pecker. She began to take her clothes off.
"Oh no!" he snapped. "Don't you take your clothes off. Your goin' to suck my pecker then drink all my seed down."
Duia faltered on the bed before Ringo reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her up till she was snuggled up to his groin.
Hot, cascading saliva drenched the cock with a lusty brew. The head was at the entrance of her throat ready to take the big plunge down.
Ringo steadied himself, then powered forward with all the strength in his body.
His pecker shot way down the young prisoner's throat till the matted hair of the guard's pubic was spread against her mouth.
"Now keep it there," he growled.
Duia squirmed around, trying to deal with the sudden movement of the thrusting groin. She began gagging but nothing escaped from her mouth due to the huge obstruction of Ringo's cock.
She waggled her head back and forth but that only succeeded in getting the pecker further down her throat.
"You get a taste of cowboy meat and you're addicted," Ringo laughed, as he watched the frantic efforts of the prisoner to try and keep from suffocating.
She began breathing through her nose, pulling gaping holes in the air and drawing them down to her clutching lungs. The cock seemed to expand in her mouth, pushing the sides of her cheeks out to their limit.
The drooling waterfall of her come poured forth its libation on the jamming meat, wetting it, soothing it in a warm bath. The pecker leapt and quivered under the hot onslaught.
Duia's fists clinched around the man's thighs, digging her fingernails deep inside his flesh, making him power forward with greater urgency, driving the prick to the utter depths of her throat.
He placed his hands on top of her head and pulled forward, jamming the curly, rough hairs of his groin into the curling, rooted mouth of Duia, who struggled vainly against all odds.
There was no way she could shake the thrusting meat that seemed determined to cut off all her air. She began making gurgling noises, making Ringo laugh.
"Haha, keep it in there honey . . . you're don' a fine job."
Her tongue looped all about the crown and shaft, making the dick vibrate in her mouth with utter lust.
For a moment she opened her eyes-opened her eyes to the thick tangle of hair that wound around her face. Her eyes were pure terror, jerking in their sockets like crazed marbles.
She could feel the nibs of her teeth brush against the taut flesh and wanted nothing more than to chomp with all her strength-chomp down and sever the pecker in two. But she realized the consequences. Sure, she'd have a cut up prick in her mouth but the violent anger of a man who's lost his manhood was too ugly to think about.
"Yeah honey, if you think you're goin' to give me some bites there with your pearlies, think again 'cause 'ol Ringo would jam his gun up your asshole and pull the trigger!"
It was as if the guard had read her thoughts. He'd undoubtedly been in this position before, she figured.
She could feel the pecker head ram against her throat. The bulge was prominent, running up and down her throat as if she had suddenly grown an adam's apple.
"OOOOOO Shit, that tongue of yours is doin' wonders," Ringo sighed. Little beads of sweat popped from his forehead, popping, then running down his face, his flushed face.
He kept his hands pulled tight against the blonde head of the prisoner, securing it in a vise grip that would be impossible for such a dainty woman to escape.
"OOOOO, get your belly ready for some good tastin' come," he moaned, pushed and heaving his groin tight against his mouth.
Duia quit struggling, knowing it would be useless. His knotty, rough hands had a firm grip on her head and there was nothing she could do about it. About all she could do was open her moist lips wider till the whole pecker was entombed in her drooling mouth, soothing it and lathering it in moisture.
"Mmmmmmm Lord All Mighty, I'm 'bout to empty it!" Ringo groaned. His eyes were closed tight, his lips drawn back in an ecstatic expression, sweat rolling down his chin.
He thrust his hips in quick succession, thrusting them with all the power in his body. At the same time his legs quivered beneath his body.
"AhhhOOOOOOO," he moaned, as the come gates swung open and his spurting seed shot to the depths of Duia's belly.
She felt the hot come splatter against the sides of her throat, then slither ever slowly down the tube to the awaiting belly. Her nostrils were filled with the hot aroma of misting come and sweating dick.
Slowly but surely the cock lost its virility and sunk to the bottom of her mouth like a punctured balloon. A balloon filled with steaming come.
Duia tried her best to consume the hot gift but it was no go. A bit of the wad spurt out the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin.
But she had gotten most of it. Most of it was now safely in her belly, churning slowly with her morning breakfast, dissolving in slow digestion.
Ringo released her hand and let the pecker waggle loose in her mouth. The tip of her tongue came up and bit off the final drop of precious come that hung at the end of the pecker like a translucent pearl.
Then she released her lips and let the cock slide out into the air.
Both were silent for a moment. Then Ringo said, "You done all right for yourself girlie. That was one of the better head jobs I've ever had . . . That's kinda my initiation to all these girls who I take a--liken' to . . . They suck my pecker, drink my seed, and if they're good they become my girl.. . it's kinda family like.. . Welcome to the family!" And Ringo laughed in a brutish tone that sent shivers down the spine of Duia.
Duia's mouth was still clogged with the glut of Ringo's come and she kept swallowing to try and get it all down. A few strands of Ringo's pubic hair hung off her lips, stringing down like old discarded wires. She pulled them off one by one and let them drop to the floor.
Ringo stuck the pecker back into his pants.
"Yeah, you did all right for yourself.. . Course you'll be available for more so be prepared . . . Meanwhile, if you need anything 'ol Ringo'll fix you up . . . I'm your daddy now and I'm real responsible to my girls."
He let out a short burst of laughter, then turned and walked out the cell. Before he disappeared he stuck his head to the bars.
"Remember this honey . . . I like to play rough. You gotta get used to that.. . You've got to get used to the rough play, then you'll be all right." Then he left the young prisoner sitting on the bed.
Duia Graham was a slender blonde, 5'5", with those firm, rounded tits men love to touch and hold in their hands.
As she gulped down the last vestige of Ringo's wad she began to understand all of what he said. Apparently he was some kind of big daddy to the female prisoner's, taking care of them as long as they took care of him. Too bad no one had any choice in the matter . . . But that what's prison was about, she figured.
It seemed only yesterday that she was a playful student at State U, studying for her degree in English Literature. Some day she would be a teacher, teaching all the drugged out kids about Shakespeare, Sophocles, and Ernest Hemingway. They would light up their eyes instead of their joints and become humanists-changing the world for the good of one and all.
But then she, herself, Duia Graham, began sucking on those joints and soon she saw the futility of it. The utter futility of trying to convince 15 and 16 year old's that the words of some old fool had any meaning to their own lives. She dropped out of college. And soon was involved with a dope dealer by the name of Sam. Now, Sam was a rough man. Sam used to beat her up anytime he got burned on some deal.
"What the fuck you doin', standin' around like that! I just got burned for two fuckin' grand you fuckin' cunt!" Thus he'd scream at her, fingering the last remnants of fake cocaine.
She'd moan and sob like some poor sister and he'd beat her some more, till she would run and lock herself up in the bedroom, fishing around the drawers for her stash.
Later, Sam would be contrite and apologize for his indiscretion and before she'd know it, Sam and her would be fucking each other with wild abandon.
That's what life was about. Fucking. And when not fucking, sobbing because nothing was up her pussy. A dick was real . . . all these words from Shakespeare and the rest were just air.
But she tripped up once. Sam had got her involved in running dope for him to different sections of town. In her naive mind she thought she was finally part of his life. That's what she wanted-to be part of his life and dope running seemed as involved an action as any.
Unbeknownst to either of them, they had made a contact with a narc. This narc, named Jerry, now deceased, partied with the two, smoked their dope, got involved with their life till they were friends. This went on for a year. Then one day Jerry asked for some acid and coke which Duia ran over to him.
"Where's Sam?" Jerry had asked.
"Sam never comes with me . . . Here . . . here's the shit."
After he paid her he busted her. Duia was in a state of shock for moments until Jerry grabbed her. "Let me have a piece and I'll let you go.. . They don't want you anyway, they want Sam."
She slapped him but good and that was it for her. The trial lasted but a few days and she was found guilty. She never heard from Sam. Despite some gamesmanship on the part of the DA, she refused to indict Sam with her testimony.
She was found guilty and sent to the state's woman's facility with an indeterminate sentence. She had arrived that morning. That morning that Ringo had entered her cell and given her a taste of his dick.
Ruminating on the mattress she knew, she had that woman's intuition, that she was going to have an interesting time of it in prison.
CHAPTER TWO
Duia was moved to her new quarters. She was stationed with three other women who looked at her suspiciously as she entered the cell. There was a tense silence, then one of them, a lanky Amazon, spoke up.
"You one of Ringo's girls?"
Duia looked at the Amazon, then at the other two women. One of them was kicking back on her bed, her legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. The other was sitting hunched over, looking at her feet. All three of her new cellmates were young, not much past thirty anyway.
Duia wasn't sure if she should tell these women that she was 'one of Ringo's girls'-maybe there was some secret jealousy or rivalry between those who were and those who weren't.
"Com'on, speak up," the Amazon demanded. "We're Ringo's girls and wouldn't like it if you aren't."
Duia was still a bit apprehensive but finally she gave in and nodded her head. "Yeah, the fool is going around calling me 'his girl'. "
There was laughter from all corners, then the Amazon grew serious.
"He's all right once you get to know him . . . you know, he brings you stuff and you start feelin' secure and that's a good feeling to have when you're in prison."
Duia threw her bag on top bunk of one of the two beds. The girls introduced themselves.
"My name is Peri," said the Amazon. She had rippling flesh with enormous tits jutting from her chest. Her hair was a darker blonde than Duia's, a blonde that lit up like a sunburst exploding down her back in an avalanche of golden rays.
"Do you like my hair," Peri said, laughing and pointing to Duia's own blonde head.
"It looks natural," she answered.
"Yeah, some have told me it looks like a bursting sun but they're just trying to be poetic to turn me on. Actually I like to refer to my hair as a liquid doubloon, you know what I mean?"
Before Duia could answer, the next girl introduced herself.
"Just call me Rocky," she said, in one of those pouting grimaces hard-ass women affect.
Duia nodded her acknowledgement and the third girl presented herself.
"Name's Kathy."
This Kathy was built along the lines of Duia, a brunette she was, with those firm globes of fleshy delight bulging from her uniform.
Duia fit in just right with her three mates. They would stay up all night and talk about their criminal exploits, the dicks they had sucked on the outside and other feminine interests.
The other three were all in on minor violations. Petty theft, ass check writing and so forth. None of them considered themselves criminals. They were 'adventuress.' The word adventuress kept creeping up over and over. Prison was another adventure and soon Duia was in a similar frame of mind. It was the only way to keep from going insane, really.
Three days after she had arrived in prison, she found herself lounging in mid afternoon, laying on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling. She was thinking of Sam. The asshole,' she muttered beneath her breath. He was probably in Mexico by now with another cunt hanging on his arm, wheeling and dealing with weed compadres down in Sonora. He had always promised to take her down to Mexico and run her up and down the coast, from Tijuana to Mazatlan, all the way to Central America on their trip to the high plateau dope fields in Panama. But now that dream had been halted.
But what pissed her off was how he left her dry in her time of need. Even after she had been arrested and tried to call him to bail her out, he was gone.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the heavy boots clanking on the iron corridor.
When she turned her head Ringo was standing in front of the bars, a big grin across his face. "How's tricks girl?"
The last person Duia wished to see was her 'daddy' Ringo. She fell back into the pillow, hoping he'd go away.
The lock turned and she heard the cell door open.
"What? You don't want to talk to me?" Ringo sounded hurt and Duia flopped on her belly, looking down at the brutal cowboy from her bunk.
"What do you want Ringo?"
His grin broke into a jaw splitting guffaw. "You kill me girlie, ya really do . . . Can't you smell hard dick meat?" And Ringo began rubbing his crotch with both hands, rubbing the bulging contours of his leather prick.
Duia wanted nothing less than to have to submit to this crazed guard. The taste of his salty seed still clung in her throat like curdling piss.
"If you try anything Ringo I'm going to scream. I'm going to scream and let everyone know what you're up to."
Ringo stepped back a bit and lost his smile. Then he said slowly, "You still want to live don't you?"
Duia read the man perfectly and kept her peace.
Ringo kept standing in the middle of the cell, his hands on his hips, a leering grin on his face.
'Well ass-hole, do what you're going to do,' she muttered under her breath.
"What did you say? Huh? Speak up little bitch, so 'ol Ringo can hear what you have to say."
"I didn't say anything."
"I saw you tiny little lips movin'. What were they movin' for? You gettin' ready to suck my pecker?" Ringo bubbled in laughter as Duia steamed.
Well, if the worst thing he was going to do was have her suck his cock it wouldn't be so bad.
But Ringo began removing his belt.
'Oh Shit,' Duia squirmed. 'He's going to start getting nasty.'
"Yeah honey, this 'ol belt has seen a lot of fresh ass. Bit a bit of one, it has." He was whopping the end of the belt against his leg.
"Yo . . . you're really sick."
Ringo began laughing. "Well, I may be sick but you're the one who's goin' to have the sore ass."
Duia suddenly panicked. She didn't dare to yell out for fear that he would go on a rampage and strip her flesh off piece by piece like a slab of bacon.
She jumped up from the bed and positioned herself on her knees, holding the pillow in front of her.
"Oh no! A little play huh?" Ringo snapped the belt against the post of the bed. 'Whack!' The leather cracked against the wood, shooting splinters in the air.
Duia cowered near the wall, keeping the pillow braced in front of her chest.
The belt was slung forward again, thudding against the pillow. The force of the strap threw Duia back against the wall. The pillow flew from her hands and suddenly she was naked. Naked to the belt.
Ringo lumbered to the bunk, his head peering up at her. The belt was swinging in his hand. Beading sweat began drooling from his face.
"All right girlie, fun time is over . . . Now strip!"
There was such force and authority in the man's voice that she complied with lick split speed.
Down went the buttons running down the middle of her prison garb. She shrugged from the uniform and let it fall to the bed.
She was wearing one of those tiny bras that snug and push up the tits. The fulsome flesh heaved over the top of the bra, making Ringo's eyes bulge.
"I want to see those nipples, com' on show me those rosy tips!"
Duia wrapped her arms behind her and unlatched the bra, letting it fall to the bed. Her tits jut out to the guard like delectable fruit. The rosy nipples were hard and positioned like tiny barrels ready to shoot some hot lead into Ringo. Tiny goose bumps rose all around the flesh baubles, making the guard stomp his feet like some ugly bull.
Duia stood up and let the uniform fall from her hips. The flimsy panties were snugged close to her crotch, a dark puff bulging the panties out.
"Off! Off!" he yelled in delirium.
Her hands hooked around the tight band of the undies and slid them down her sleek brown thighs-thighs that looked as though they were sculpted in some artists studio, smooth and marble.
Her dark triangle pussed proudly out to the guard in a kind of defiance. It was a close cropped beard, black, before dipping into her thighs like hands in prayer.
"Oh Lordy," Ringo moaned, "how come it ain't blonde like the rest of ya?"
Duia wasn't listening to the guard. Her hands were wrapped around her shoulders, trying to fight off the chill.
"Git down here . . . git down here and stand proudly before your daddy."
Duia stepped off the bed, revealing her gleaming tight ass to the guard. The sleek crack folded into the flesh, holding tight, dark with tiny curly hairs.
She stood before him, eyeing the ugly belt in his hand.
"Damn, I'd hate to mark up that beautiful flesh of yours . . . I'd sure hate to."
Duia was prepared for anything. She was careful, scoping any twitches or tell-tale signs that would tip off his hand.
"Now, you've been a bad girl," he admonished. "You've tried my patience and I'm a busy man so I'm goin' to have to punish you."
'What's the asshole babbling about,' Duia thought to herself. He looked glassy-eyed-she had seen it so often in the drug fiends-this misting clear marble rolling around the sockets.
"Turn around," he said.
She complied, facing the wall, not quite sure what he was up to. "Spread your legs," he ordered. She did so, revealing the hanging patch of manicured hair between her thighs. Ringo stared at it for a moment and began to raise the belt. But he stopped and instead took his night stick from his gun belt.
He pressed himself skin to skin with the prisoner, his groin rubbing into the rounded buns of her ass. A cloud of cunt odor wafted between her legs and sent his head reeling with lust.
"I wanta see if ya got any concealed weapons," he growled, like some animal.
Before Duia could think she felt the butt end of the stick against the flesh doors of her pussy. Her cunt was dry. Ringo lurched upwards and shot the stick deep into the dry womb.
"AhhhhhhhgggggOOOOOO," she groaned in pain.
The stick staggered up the resilient flesh like sandpaper, halting then moving forward in short spurts till it was lodged against the far wall of her pussy.
"Don't seem like you're sweatin' any," he growled.
The hard stick jabbed her womb, making her wince in pain. She remembered the first time she ever fucked. She'd been a freshman in high school and had been turned on by a junior hood. They had lockers next to each other and he used to rub his groin against her leg without uttering a word. When he asked her out she accepted. Out they went, straight to this secluded spot where he halted the car.
"Pull your panties off girl and let's see what freshman are carrying around in their pants these days."
Duia was a shy and naive girl and she complied, not without a tinge of terror, through. Little did she know that her date had already slipped his zipper down and was ready to crease her crack with a mighty thrust.
She slipped her panties down and threw them to the floor of the car, revealing the virgin patch of wood that would soon be crawling with the junior's crabs.
Before she knew it, her head was pinned against the door and the man was sticking his thick meat in between her dry walls.
It had hurt that first time and now it hurt just as bad. Ringo twisted the stick all around, shoving it in then pulling it back.
Finally she felt the walls secrete their potion, lubricating the wood, making it easier to move through the pussy.
Ringo's hand moved up and down as if he were pumping some old rusty faucet for all its worth.
"Yeah," he enthused. "Yeah, now it's comin'. Haha, woman can't resist desire.. . they're just like the men, when desire is there they cry for more, no matter if it's pain or pleasure."
The stick was like the cock of a petrified giant. It burst her pussy lips apart, wrenching them in two as if it were a crowbar.
The pain shot through her spine and radiated to all parts of her being, setting her nerves on fire.
She began emitting tiny moans, tiny cries of desperation which made Ringo shove the stick harder and harder up her drooling aqueduct.
"Oh God, Christ, no please, you're hurting me!"
But her outburst only fired his crazed eyes. He was looking up and down her quivering flesh, watching each pore bubble up in stark terror. His hand was a blurring flesh of action, shoving the stick up and down with the power of every fiber in his body behind each thrust.
"Work with it honey!" he ordered.
She heard his voice through the cascading explosions in her mind. She wasn't sure what he meant but let her body play on the rampaging stick.
She skewered her hips down, squatting and twisting on the violent stick, making it jam up against the furthest wall of her cunt.
Suddenly something broke inside her. A knot of nerves or lust suddenly frayed and sprayed up through her flesh. The pain disappeared and now it was all a turn on. The stick was no longer a pain weapon but a tool of pleasure.
"Oh God, God," she moaned.
Her cunt drooled and frothed its juice on the stick, lubricating it and making it slide easily up and down her sex channel.
"That's right babe, really get into it!" Thus Ringo shouted at her, he positioned directly behind her, his mouth nearly in her ear.
The stick would jam all the way through and press against the uterine wall, as if trying to break the thin, tenuous flesh between the one space and the other. She encouraged it, twisting and thrusting her pelvis down, relishing the feeling of the huge poker that threatened to break her wide open.
She braced herself against the wall, holding herself upright while the night stick shot ecstatic arrows of lust through her spine. Her tits bounced back and forth, up and down, crazily rotating to the utter power strokes of the guard and his stick.
Ringo took his other hand and wrapped it around her chest, enclosing one of the fleshy tits in his fist. He squeezed as if he were trying to choke a little bird. The grip hurt Duia at first but she ignored it, wanting instead to give in full to the heat flushing lust bursting through her being.
His hand groped around her tit before sliding off to the hard pink nipple. With two of his fingers he clenched them over the nipple and let her have a jolt of tit pain.
"OOOOOOAhhhhhh," she squirmed, her chest shaking, trying to find release from the strong cowboy's grip. But all she succeeded in doing was to thrust her pussy further into the stick.
Ringo released the nipple and slide his body down till he was on his knees. His face was directly opposite the inviting crack of her ass and he stuck his tongue into it, all the while jamming the stick further and harder into the drenching cave that was her pussy.
He grabbed the wood with both hands, shoving it up for all his worth. At the same time he kept sliding his tongue down her ass crack, dipping it into her tight brown button before going up again, all the way up to the small of her back.
Radiating bursts of utter Eros swirled through her flesh, lighting her being with utter desire, utter lust desire, utter utter utter utter, like some horny cow!
"OOOOOOOO," she moaned, as she felt the guard's tongue dip once again into her ass crack. She thrust backwards, spreading her ass cheeks with the momentum of her action.
Ringo's tongue dug into the dry, crinkled hole, deep into the little hole of excess which women love to have licked especially the prudent one's who would never admit to it, even to their closest friend.
He kept whacking the stick into her dripping twat. The action was so furious that tiny spumes, bitty licks of the juice spilled out from her lips and spattered the man's hand.
She wanted nothing more than to have a big hunk of meat up her pussy, that would really turn her loose. But this was Ringo's game and he wanted the hard stick up her.
She wiggled down, then pulled herself up, twisting and dipping her pussy all over the night stick. It rammed one side then the other with powerful vibrations, melting her flesh-sending her to sexual paradise.
Duia felt it coming. It started slow then built like water behind a dam. Then suddenly it broke and deluged her being with utter lust.
"AhhhhhOOOOOOaaahhh," she panted, panting with the rhythm of her exploding climax.
Her flesh was trembling against the face of Ringo, hot and trembling as he rubbed his tongue about her soft buns, tickling her peach hairs thereof.
"Oh shit, fuck," she cried, in the throes of her burning climax.
Ringo kept burying the stick deep, nearly to the hilt, then twisting it around the tight entrance of her lips, making the flesh doors quiver with delight.
"More! Give it to me more," she pouted, the lust overwhelming her sensibilities. Her cunt kept sending its bubbling brew over the surface of the stick, making it slick and blurry within her.
Her flesh quaked with the power of lust. The power of exploding lust that burst over her body like an avalanche of tumbling fire. Her legs rocked up and down, flexing, then thrusting backward, all movement devoted to sending the stick further up her pussy, to fill her cunt with the polished wood.
"AhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhOOOHHHH," she moaned in ecstasy. The tidal wave of climax swept up through her, standing every nerve on end, at attention as it were, as the massed formation of sexual want passed in review.
Ringo let the stick hand down, pinned between her pussy lips like a Bowie, as he slumped to the floor, his body drenched in sweat.
Duia's body was heaving deeply as she leaned against the wall, as the climax played itself out. The embers slowly died, the vibrations whirled out of her, leaving her, finally, with nothing left but the desire for more.
She turned around and noticed Ringo on the floor, on all fours for that matter, his hands red and sore from their sexual duty.
She wanted to say something but nothing came. She wanted to tell him that it'd be all right now, as long as he didn't hurt her she'd do anything he wanted. But she decided not to speak.
Ringo finally composed himself.
"Honey," he said, flicking his eyes up at her like some dog, "you got a real snatcher for a pussy . . . I could feel those muscles ripple and tug at my 'ol night stick, like it wanted to eat it up, devour it, gobble it into your fuckin' womb."
Duia smiled. 'Daddy' seemed real impressed with her sex and that always made her smile. But she remained silent, really not knowing what to say.
Ringo struggled to his feet. "Yeah, no doubt about it . . . you're my girl now . . . you're one of them."
Duia didn't particularly care one way or another but she had already sensed from talking to the others that it was a decided advantage to be part of Ringo's 'family'.
"Look! Shit! Would you look at that?" Ringo was pointing to the ubiquitous outline of his lust engorged pecker that seemed ready to leap out at any moment.
Duia looked at it knowing what was running through the man's mind. She was ready for a fuck now . . . yeah, a fuck was just what she needed.
"You want to get relieved huh?"
Ringo looked at her. "Now you're catchin' on."
Duia started to step to him, to let the pecker fly from its cage but Ringo put his hand out.
"Now, there ain't no time for suckin'. . . I don't even want to fuck you . . . not pussy wise anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he said in that cowboy drawl, a little cowboy who's prick's been caught in the wrong panties. "I was down there in your asshole with my tongue and got to thin' how nice it'd be puttin' my 'ol whopper in there."
Duia was taken back a bit. Some men had tried, yeah, they had tried to bust that ass with their peckers. But those dudes were crude. They'd pin her up against some wall then try to jam it in without the convenience of some jam or cream. They'd push and thrust but it'd be no go. Then they'd beat her. 'You fucker, you sweat down in your pussy why not down in your asshole?'
This is why she kind of drew back from the suggestion. But she remembered that Ringo was in charge.
"Up my asshole?"
Ringo looked deep into her eyes. "Yeah, the asshole."
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, his eyes flicking up and down, her sleek back. He cast his gaze on the rounded, smooth ass that seemed to invite his pecker like a delectable fruit.
Duia stared at the same wall. She heard Ringo's zipper fly down, then heard his self-satisfied grunt as the whopper stabbed the air like some flesh weapon.
She felt his calloused hands spread her cheeks.
"Yeah," he mumbled as if he had marbles in his mouth, "there it is, there's that little, tight button."
Duia didn't want to protest, at the same time she remembered all those times that men had tried to penetrate the dry button. The pain!
Ringo stepped forward and slid his cock down the tight crack of her ass. He placed his large hands on her hips and saddled around, till the head of the pecker was resting against the asshole.
Duia braced herself. A hot chill ran up her spine, like licking fingers, preparing herself for the ass ordeal.
"AhOOOOOIIIIII!" she shrieked.
Without warning Ringo had jammed forward, sending his thick pecker skidding through her ass canal.
"OOO God," she moaned. A bluster of pain blew through her flesh as she felt the awesome pecker try and maneuver in the desert like area of her ass-a grainy hot sandy flesh rubbing against the bursting pecker.
"I.. . it's tight but I.. . I'm gettin' it in there," Ringo grunted.
His hands threw her hips forward then pulled them back as the awkward pecker plowed through the arid ass.
"AhhhhOOOOOO God, it hurts Ringo, oh shit it hurts."
"It's supposed to honey, it'll strengthen you for the ordeals of prison," he grunted back.
The hot burning shaft wormed down into her ass pit. Her ass shot backwards, trying to get the cock as far in as possible. As long as she was going to have pain she may as well go all the way with it. That's what she figured, as the pecker scraped her raw ass with its massive head.
"UUUUAhhhhh," Ringo groaned. "What a tight asshole you've got!"
He jammed it in as far as he could, till the head was probing along the walls of her fleshy ass cavern. He couldn't really jackhammer it in so he oozed it through like a pole through dry sand.
Hot lust embers crackled up and down Duia's flesh, burning it with pleasurable bliss. "OOOOO shit," she groaned. "You're turning my ass into a big cock. It's filled up with your meat!"
Her words seemed to make Ringo increase the action, despite the friction of the raw skin.
She could feel the raw head pound against the walls of her ass pit. It seemed to her that he was sticking it in as if he was trying to burst through to her pussy.
"EEEahhhhh," she groaned.
Ringo's pecker ripped her ass like a machete whacking through jungle vines, back and forth, back and forth. He was grunting like an animal as he plunged his pile driver in her hot ass pit. The sides of her ass were exploding with passionate pleasure. The ass channel was rubbed raw by the thrusting ramrod.
"Ahhhhhhh," she splurt. Her tender tits swung rhythmically with each powerful thrust.
Ringo could see the round of flesh bounce and tremble in front of his eyes and couldn't resist taking his hands and circling them around the delicious bulbs of delight.
A blinding light exploded in her head and plastered her body with white hot pleasure.
"O my asshole, O my asshole!" she screamed.
"You asked for it honey!" he yelled back.
He wheeled his hips back and forth like a machine, making his prick jam deep to the hilt into the prisoner's ass. Every muscle of his body thrust forward into the confines of the tight ass. The burning, chafing flesh vibrated with the contact of the massive fucking.
Burning lust coals fired through the prisoner's body, turning it to liquid pleasure. The pain was still burning but ever slowly it was overwhelmed by the welling pleasure.
Every nerve in her body pulsed and radiated with boiling want. As she felt the plunging dong move around her ass pit, she took one hand from the wall she was braced against and began massaging her wet, black cunt. Her soft fingers entwined in the bush, sending arrows of shivering Eros pulsing through her veins.
"Ummmmmmm," she squealed softly.
She watched the frantic hands of Ringo grapple and squeeze the fleshy goodness contained in his tits. He rolled the diamond hard nipples between his thumb and little finger, shooting lust tremors up the prisoner's spine.
"Mmmmmmmm squeezing my tits really turns me on," she sighed sensually.
"Turns me on too!" he replied with hot breath. He jabbed his prick harder into the thick muscles of her ass, twisting it like a screwdriver. The small, trim ass quivered with voluptuous delight.
"It's a burnin', " he blurted. "But sure feels goood!"
Duia's finger slipped through her wet pussy bush and snaked between her thighs, to the luscious slit that pulsated with its electrical juice. She spread her proud lips apart and slid the finger in, dipping it into the full well of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed deeply. A shot of pleasure coursed through her being, making her body toss and turn restlessly.
She carefully maneuvered the finger in, till she was at the bristling mound of sex that quivered in a clump like a hive of wasps. Upon her touch an electrical hive of sexual desire was unleashed from her core, radiating to all parts of her being.
"Ahhhhggggghhhhh!" she moaned, surrendering herself to the lustful poundings that stroked her body.
Her finger dug deeper into the hot twat, sending waves of pussy come cascading down on the exploring appendage. She could feel the bloated head of Ringo's cock digging through her ass pit and rubbing against the thin wall that separated her ass from her pussy. Her finger crawled along the dripping walls of her cunt, moving with the cockhead in all its movement.
"OO shit, that your finger I feel?" he implored with a panting breath.
"Yeah, it's my finger. I'm gonna get that cockhead of yours!"
"Well here it comes!" Ringo shoved with all his might sending the hot prick down into the flesh of the ass. The big prick prodded the skin of the ass, stretching it, as he tried to poke through to her pussy.
"OOOOOAhhhhOOOOO!" Duia panted. Her finger rolled along the contour of the prick head, giving the man extra incentive. His hips plowed back and forth like crazy. Both of them were oblivious to the aching, burning flesh that frictioned against each other like un-oiled machine parts. His pecker was like a thirsty man digging the desert for water.
Exploding rockets of lust desire boomed through Duia's body, making her thrust and squirm her hips into the charging rod of love.
Ringo drove the dick to the hilt, his sweating mangle of hair scratching the peachy surface of the woman's ass. He left it stick in and let Duia's hips hump back and forth, around and around, so that the cock touched all the sides of her ass. Her finger jammed her twat causing a flash of pussy come to tumble down, like water behind a cracked dam.
"Oh fuck!" she groaned. The massive cock hung in her ass like a pole. The fullness excited her beyond words. She shook her ass like a cement mixer, moving the dick all around the chasm.
At the same time her finger twirled the hot, frothing juices in her pussy. The two zooming lust pulses drove up her being and met with the beacon of pleasure sending its light from her massaged tits. Her flesh crawled with Eros, making her head spin with pleasurable sun bursts of bliss.
The orgasm budding in her being suddenly bloomed like a great flower, sending its blissful, earth-quaking heaves through her.
"AhhhhOOOOOEEEEEE!" she groaned. The bursting climax spiraled its lust through her like a sparkler throwing off its orgiastic sparks. Her body gyrated like mad, rocking the two lovers for all their worth.
"OOOO Fuck! Ohhhh Shit!" she moaned at the tip of her lungs.
"Keep pumpin' Duia! Keep it goin'! " Ringo's wad pranced at the gates, its creamy hooves digging into his groin. His prick sliced back and forth like a pile driver, as the orgiastic woman twisted her hips like a hula dancer.
"OOOOO Ringo! My skin's on fire!" she yelled. The orgasm consumed her in a wave of lusty heat, making her blood boil with bubbling bliss.
"Okay honey, get ready for a big load!" Ringo howled.
His come gate was stampeded with the hot hooves of his boiling seed, seed that rampaged through his quivering cock.
"Ahhhhggggg," he groaned in relief. The come spurt from his dick and coated her ass pit with its creamy goodness.
"Ahhhhh," Duia sighed, as she felt the soothing come lick the prickly flesh that had been rubbed raw by the ferocious fucking. Her ass filled with the sticky seed. Some of it splurt out the asshole and trickled down her thigh.
"Ummmmmmm," she moaned.
Ringo kept twirling his prick around the asshole, now that it was slick with the come. The slippery, gushy movement turned Duia on more and she slid her torso back and forth like a piston.
"Oh God, keep it up! This is tooooo fucking much!"
"I'll mash all this come into your flesh," he panted like a wild man. His hands squeezed her tits tightly, like a vise, making her body tremble with excruciating pleasure.
The big cock slowly lost its magnificence in the bath of come and slithered down like a lowering flag. It finally couldn't hold any longer and popped out of the ass button like a cork.
"Ahhhhhh," he sighed.
Duia leaned up against the wall. Her asshole throbbed and burned with pleasure.
"How'd you like that ass fuck?" Ringo said with a bit of a laugh in his voice.
Duia was silent for a moment, her body still trembling like aftershocks. Finally she uttered, "I've got to have more of that."
Ringo laughed. "Honey, we've only begun!"
Duia held herself against the wall, feeling the come just recently released from Ringo's pecker slither down the walls of her ass.
She heard Ringo zip up his pants and turned around.
The guard faced her with a big grin. "Yeah, ass fuckin' is what all women need . . . don't you think so?"
Duia didn't answer him, instead she jumped on her bunk. When she landed on her ass she felt the wad squish around the hot cavern.
"You goin' to bed girl?" Ringo asked, while he strapped the belt around his waist. His voice was fraught with sarcasm.
"I don't want to be naked when my roommates come back."
Ringo laughed loudly. "We're all in the family girl, there's no need to be modest."
Just at that time the three of them were coming back from their classes on the other side of the prison. Both Ringo and Duia froze instinctually but when they saw who it was their bodies grew slack.
"Oh ho! What do we have here?" Peri called out.
Ringo opened the cell as the rest of the 'family' scooted into the cell.
Duia was on the bed trying to fit the uniform over her sweating tits.
"Hope we didn't interfere with anything," Kathy said devilishly.
"Now, now girls, let's not embarrass Duia-she's your sister and you've got to look out for her you see."
As each of the women passed the guard they gave him a little kiss.
Ringo waited a moment then left the cell, leaving the four women to themselves.
The other three women quickly huddled around
Duia's bed, looking up at her as she slipped her arms through the slits of her uniform.
They all wanted to know what happened. Duia wasn't about to tell them that she had received an ass fuck from 'daddy'. But she learned quickly that there were no secrets in this family. Within the hour she was pouring out the whole story; how the guard had fucked her with his night stick and then fucked her ass with his prick.
The three were all ears.
CHAPTER THREE
Duia settled into prison life. She had her daily routine, her little duties and idiosyncrasies. Of late Ringo hadn't gone after her. He was spending most of the time with the other three.
Once, when coming back from her duties in the laundry room, she heard the distinctive groans of sex coming from the cell.
When she came in view she saw a strange site. Ringo was fucking Peri, humping with ferocious strokes, as Kathy was squatting over Peri's face, her twat square over the mouth of the Amazon.
Rocky was positioned by the bed, just under the vortex of action, her tongue licking the pecker as it plunged into Peri's pussy.
'Good God,' she said to herself, quickly removing herself from view. 'A strange family indeed. . . Fuck if I'm going to get involved with that shit.'
Duia took herself away, going back to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat.
This was one thing about prison that had shattered her fantasies. She had always seen prison as some kind of monstrous lock stepped castle where each movement was gauged under the barrel of a rifle. But in reality she had more freedom than when she had been living with Sam. Sam never let her out of his sight, except to go score dope for him. Not only that, she had to do his cooking and cleaning. Here, in prison, it was all done for her.
No one but a few workers were in the cafeteria. The prison hired people on the outside to run the thing; she heard a rumor that when the prisoner's were running the cafeteria one of them had dumped a batch of heroin in a vat of mashed potatoes. Ever since then they hired from the outside.
Duia got a cup of coffee, sipping and thinking. She was thinking on the scene she had come upon-that scene of her 'sisters' and 'daddy'. They were really into it. She could never get into it that way. When she wanted a man she had to have him by herself.
All the while she ruminated, she didn't notice the eyes that were staring at her. A man, in his fifties, peered out from behind the door of the kitchen, a plate and washcloth in his hand. His tongue wagged outside his lips like some lizard.
Duia finished her coffee and took the cup to leave it at the counter.
"Psssst, hey you," this man who was working the kitchen, whispered.
Duia looked at him for a moment. "Yeah?"
"Bring me your cup?"
Duia halted for a moment. "What?"
"I'm the dishwasher. Here, bring me your cup."
Duia was about to tell him to fuck off but an impulse caught her. She walked to a counter door and lifted it, letting herself on the other side of the cafeteria.
The man waited, then pushed the door open-the door leading to the kitchen.
"Come in here. I want to show you something."
Duia halted at the entrance of the kitchen. She looked around to see if anyone was around. Nobody.
"What is it? What do you want to show me?"
The man lowered his voice. "I.. . I've got some dope in there. I've got a joint that's all rolled and ready to toke."
It had seemed eons since Duia had been high. She liked the idea. In she went, into the kitchen which was cluttered by pots and pans.
The door swung closed and the man confronted her.
"All right," she said, "where's the joint?"
"You're in it sister."
"None of this clowning.. . you said you had a joint, now where is it?"
The man left her and went to the sink. Suddenly he flashed around, holding a huge butcher knife in his hand.
"Not a word honey or you're a dead cunt." Duia froze. The gleaming blade was thick and sharp. It wouldn't take much to slice her throat in two. "Now sister I'm goin' get me some ass . . . the cunts in prison is no good nohow . . . We on the outside have to chase all around to get one little fuck but I got to figurin' all you pussy just sittin' in here waitin' to get a big piece of meat up your twatter."
"You're crazy man . . . Put the knife down and I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah, that's right you won't tell anyone." He pushed the knife in front of her, waving it like the head of a wary cobra. "Now, take those clothes off."
Duia complied, quickly removing her clothes till she was stark naked.
The man's eyes flicked up and down as he looked at the dark bush of her cunt.
"All right woman, that looks good for eatin!"
He drew the blade of the knife lightly down, stroking between her tits, then lowering it down her belly to the clumped bush of her cunt. He carefully spread the pussy lips with the tip of the knife.
Duia was frozen in terror. She could feel the blade nick the top of the lip opening but she dared not make a move lest he slice her real bad.
"MMMmmmm, I could look at that pussy all day but we'd better hurry along before someone comes in and blows the whole plan."
He withdrew the knife and began loosening his pants button. His thin, long cock squirmed from his pants.
"Now get down on your knees and suck this meat!" He struck the knife in the air in a menacing fashion as Duia dropped to her knees.
The scarred, ugly pecker swam in front of her mouth like a fleshy water fowl.
She opened and slid forward, fearing for her life. He held the knife to her neck, letting the blade slide across her skin, making sure she knew the consequences of any wrong move.
Her tongue unfurled like a coiled snake and spread its warm wetness over the surface, making the man's prick leap around like a jumping bean.
His legs trembled as Duia secured the grip around the taut shaft with her wet lips.
"Oh lord," he groaned, "the devil's got my horn!"
Duia let a fresh well of drool tumble down on the vibrating prick, getting it all slick. She could control the motion of the cock with her lips and tongue but the slicker it became the more the man lost control, till he was whipping his hips back and forth like a blurring machine. His pecker became a wild-eyed Bantu, intoxicated with the lust rhythms of nature. It circled through the hot tissues of Duia's mouth, inching down her throat.
When she felt herself losing control she panicked, fighting the prick with her tongue, trying to keep it from invading the privates of her esophagus and the tender endings of her bronchials.
"Take it all down missy," the man growled. He kept the knife secure against the neck, putting a bit of pressure on it, forcing her head forward till his mangle of hair was plastered against her straining lips. The flesh taut prick stabbed deep into her throat, making her eyes flush with tears. For a moment she couldn't breathe but as the dick lodged like a docking ship she was able to control the gag reflex.
Her tongue swung wildly around, slashing at the pecker like a moist machete.
"Shit. It's excruciating. Excruciating!" he moaned.
Duia couldn't see his face but if she could she would have seen his revolving eyes and dangling tongue play in opposite directions, as if he were being strangled by a garrote. He began pumping his hips up and down, scratching the young woman's nose with his gray hairs-suffocating her in his old groin.
"Bite it honey! Bite on it!" he groaned in a tightly wound voice.
Duia wasn't sure what he meant. He certainly couldn't mean scissoring her incisors on the stretched skin of his love muscle, she thought. But long time discipline had sharpened her sense of obedience. Why sure, she'd clamp down on his pecker-bite it right in two if he wanted.
She squeezed her jaws together, letting the sharp tips of her teeth grind into the blood rushing prick.
"Ahhhh, that's it.. . More! Harder!"
Duia was enjoying every moment. She had sucked off many dicks in her day and had always been careful lest the nibs of her teeth would flay a bit of bark, so to speak. But many times she had desired nothing more than to bite down on the oily smelling pecker-devastate the man for life. And now she had her chance.
Down came the upper jaw full bore as the lower jaw was set tight. She held the pecker in a vice grip, feeling the taut foreskin give way under the pressure of her pearly whites.
"OOOOOWWWWW!" the man howled in ecstasy. The sound was a bone rattling, blood rising cry that startled Duia. It wasn't the howl of passion but the utter scream of pain.
At the same moment that her jaw viced the lust wracked pecker Duia's tongue went out and smoothed, then swam the prick with a warm bath.
"Oh God!" the man moaned. "I'm in heaven. In heaven!"
Duia moved her jaw back and forth, gouging the cock with her teeth.
"Now my balls!" he cried hotly. "Take my balls and squeeze them!"
The young prisoner's hand swept up the man's leg to the dangling balls ensconced in a mass of gray hair. The soft palm wrapped around the balls, as if they were bird eggs retrieved from some wind blown nest.
"Squeeze 'em honey! Oh God, crush 'em!"
Duia closed her hand on the balls, feeling the wrinkled skin skid through her fingers till she was at the naked nut. She squeezed slowly as if in her telescopic sight was a narc, moving in for the bust.
She squeezed and squeezed, feeling the balls quivering between her fingers.
"Awwwwww!" the man shrieked. His legs were trembling.
"That's enough! Enough!"
All the while the man was cutting up the back of her neck with the knife. His hand had become uncontrollable as she bit down on his pecker, crisscrossing bloody lines on her pretty neck. She could feel the blood trickle down her naked back but couldn't do anything about it.
Duia let go and at the same moment the man gurgled a passionate moan and his dick doors flew open under the hot assault of his spurting seed.
"OOOOOOO!"
The come splurt down Duia's throat, heating the sides like boiling syrup. She let go of the prick and let it whip around her mouth like a crazed hose spurting its momentum through a tiny hole.
Duia felt her mouth fill with the ancient seed-seed that had lost its tang and potency years ago.
The pecker slithered down to a small irritation before it popped out between her moist lips. The withered prick slashed across her mouth, leaving a slug like trail of come.
When Duia finally looked up, the man was standing, eyes closed, one hand clasped around his groin, his face red-breathing hard through the crack of his mouth.
His red pecker was a wet, dangling instrument poked with the even ridge of Duia's teeth points.
The bloody knife was swinging at his side, dripping with the blood of Duia.
She stayed on her knees, gulping down the last rolled clump of come that congealed in her throat.
"You," the man stuttered, "you.. . h.. . hur.. . hurt me. You've hurt me and you will have to pay for it."
Duia looked up at him. As she did she felt the tiny cuts on her neck fold into each other, oozing out the sticky blood of her veins.
"Man, I don't want to walk on anybody's trip, but you're fucked up . . . You told me to hurt you."
The man glared down at her, his eyes glassy eyed, his lips pulled tight.
"Prove it you little witch. Prove to me that I said anything like that."
Duia was silent. She had met all kinds of crazies in her life and realized the best thing to do was to remain silent.
"See you little scum, see my dick-this is my proof! Huh? Can you deny that?" The man was pointing to his bitten dick, red and swollen. He put the knife in front of her face.
"I should gouge your eyes out." He twisted the blade back and forth, little specks of blood flying off. "Now stand up."
Duia complied quickly, standing naked before the crazed man.
He put the blade against her tit and slowly cut a line down the curve of the boob, ending it at the tip of her engorged nipple. A trickle of blood rolled down the tit and collected around the nipple.
"Haha, look at that. You got blood in those titties."
Duia was in holy terror. She looked down at the blood, feeling faint.
The cut was not deep, just enough to cut the surface flesh. It didn't hurt that much. What hurt was watching the blood empty from her, slowly drawing from her body like juice squeezed from a pair.
The man lifted the knife up and cut lengthwise, across the previous line, forming a crude cross.
"This is my mark honey. For the rest of your life you're goin' to carry this mark with you . . . "
Her head began getting lighter as if filled with a strange gas.
"Looks like you're ready to fall over bitch," he snarled. He took her arm and placed her against the sink. He was in such a position as to look as though she were going to retch into the sink. Her hands were braced against the counter, her small round ass raised in the air.
The man wheeled behind her and put the blade to the exposed ass.
"This'll show you that I mean business . . . That I don't like to be hurt."
Duia wasn't listening to him. Now she wished that she'd been more open to the mini-orgy her 'sisters' and 'daddy' were involved in.
The man cut a slice through one of her ass buns. Duia wanted to scream but she had no voice. The man cut deep through the soft muscle, a half-moon figure.
"Haha, you got blood in your ass too."
"Come on man," she stammered. "I.. . I'm going to throw up. Please . . . Oh God, please, let me go."
"Let you go? Shit, can't you stand a little pain? You can give it but can't take it, is that it?" He cut deeply into the other bun, twisting the blade as he did. A spurt of blood jet from the ass and spilled to the floor.
Duia was a stone statue, not a nerve quivering. She felt sick, a pervasive sickness that filled every pore ol her flesh and stayed like a stagnant pool.
The crazed man took the bloody tip of the knife and slid it down her ass crack, lightly drawing it through the tiny hairs.
Duia tried to settle herself but couldn't do it. Sht twitched slightly at the feeling of the sharp blade drawing through her crack.
The blade passed over her ass button, went between her thighs and began to weave to the under lip of her pussy.
"D-don't. . . please," she pleaded in a slow whine.
The man ignored her and slipped the tip of the blade inside the pussy.
Duia kept as still as possible.
"That's right babe, don't move an inch. If you move even a slight way you're goin' to get all cut up inside your twatter."
Duia was frozen. But she couldn't control her pussy The sexual organ slowly clutched at the blade, the juicing muscles trembling at the first intimations of the steel invasion.
The man slipped the blade a few inches and let it hang a moment. He licked the sweat from his lips; his body was drenched.
The blade rested inside the cunt as the tissues vibrated in spite of the presence of the dangerous weapon. Duia could feel her cunt cutting itself into tiny pieces. Her legs began to tremble.
Suddenly a voice rang out. "Hey Sam! Get out here, I need you!"
The two figures in the kitchen froze. Sam slipped the knife from her twat, cutting the tissue inside.
"Get dressed cunt.. . get dressed and don't make a sound."
The man slipped his pecker inside his pants and slipped out the kitchen door.
Duia quickly got dressed, feeling every cut each move she made. It was excruciating putting the heavy clothing over the various lesions that crisscrossed her flesh. Every time she moved her legs she could feel the chaffed tissues split and bleed inside her pussy.
She could hear her tormentor mumbling to another man just on the other side of the kitchen door. It seemed as if he were trying to stall the man.
Suddenly the door flew open and Ringo came in, accompanied by another younger man, who Duia had never seen before.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" he said, pointing at the young prisoner, she being fully clothed.
Sam faltered a moment. "Well, she came in here saying she wanted to help in the kitchen . . . said she missed doing the dishes."
The other man grumbled under his breath. Then he jerked his thumb. "Get the fuck out of here."
Duia was more than willing, stepping past the two men before leaving the kitchen. As she left she could hear the man say to Sam, "What the fuck is all this blood on the floor!"
She felt a new breath of life. She had given herself up for dead. Sam was a murderer no question about it. How he'd evaded prison was beyond her. But she realized that she wouldn't be able to snitch on him. This was a dictum of all prisoners-no matter what, no snitchin'.
She made her way slowly back to her room. She didn't care if the four members of her 'family' were fucking and sucking each other-she'd ignore them and flop on her bed and crash out.
When she got to her room it was empty. She called a guard over, who opened the cell.
Duia climbed up on her bunk and fell quickly asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Duia awoke the three other women were in their beds, sleeping snuggly. She still felt the wounds on her ass, on her neck, in her pussy. She laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Suddenly she heard the unmistakable clank of the hard sole of the guard Ringo. He walked past the cell, then stopped.
"You up Duia?"
She tried to fake sleep, wanting nothing more than to have Ringo leave her alone.
He laughed. "Why Duia, I think you're tryin' to pull a fast one over 'ol Ringo."
Duia heard the cell door open and felt the pressure of Ringo in the room. He stood at the head of the bed, looking up at Duia. A sloppy grin wiped his face.
" Ol' Ringo hasn't had any breakfast yet."
"So? Go get something to eat." Duia was looking down at the guard, flopping on her belly.
"Heheh, the kind of breakfast I'm talkin' about they don't serve in the cafeteria."
"What are you talking about?"
"Can't you guess? . . . Ol' Ringo is goin' to do some munchin' in that pussy of yours."
He skid around the bed, then leapt on it with a springing action, landing on Duia's bed with surprising dexterity. He squat at her feet, rubbing his hand over her leg, creeping up her thigh, sliding it beneath her loose nightgown.
Duia shook herself from sleep. "You're going to wake the others up."
"Fuck the others . . . Maybe they can get on in the action."
Duia slumped back. She gave in. It'd certainly be better to have a tongue between her pussy lips than a knife. She split her legs apart as Ringo rolled up her nightgown. His head disappeared beneath the clothing.
'Oh God,' she thought, 'I wonder if it'll hurt?'
Her question was soon answered. With the anticipation of the tongue fuck her pussy began drooling and the juice stung the sides of the tissue, making her wince.
She tried to suppress the pain, not wanting to have to explain to Ringo what had happened to her.
She felt the rough tongue dig between her pussy lips, sending a combination of pain and pleasure shoot through her spine.
He teased her for a moment, rubbing the tongue down the slit, then up. Duia felt the pussy lips flutter and clutch at the tongue, at the same time feeling the utter pain, as if a million tiny needles were stuck into the fleshy tissue.
"OOOOOO God," she moaned.
Ringo thought he was turning her on. He didn't realize that half her voice was coated with desperate pain.
His tongue investigated through the dripping flow and into the dark flesh of Duia's pussy.
Fonts of bliss were blocked into her being, justifying her ecstasy and causing a gushing glut of come to pour down her twat and into his mouth.
Her legs were quaking like pillars in an earthquake as pleasure streamed through her like fluttering ticker tape. The mingling pain made her twist and squirm her torso under the assault. And the more she turned the more frantic became Ringo's tongue.
"Ahhhhuuuuooo!" she groaned. Her hands lowered on the guard's head, encouraging it in its effort to go deeper and deeper into her cunt.
His tongue was vibrating to and fro insanely, sopping up the bubbling flow of come and mashing his mouth into the fleshy folds of her cunt.
"Ahhheeeeee!" Her voice was a banshee wail of lust that echoes off the walls of the cell. The other three women began stirring from their beds.
She slipped her hands beneath the fabric of her flimsy dress and held her globes of fleshy delight. Her palms rolled over the tits, giving particular attention to the glowing nipples, sticking straight out like diamonds.
The nightgown flowered in the air then settled down, like a canopy, over the head of the guard.
The head was bobbing back and forth as if pulled by some invisible string. A continuous web flow of pussy come emptied down into the waiting mouth of the guard and down into his belly.
His hands that were gripped around her thighs made a quick climb to her ass and slid into her ass crack.
"Oh Shit, penetrate my asshole! Plug it with your finger!"
Lust had broken out over Duia's body. After the brutal attack from the madman in the kitchen, something broke inside her that made her crazed with passion.
The man's hand scrambled down the fine hairs of Duia's ass to the tight button. His finger dug deep down into the crinkled hole, making her squirm the ass around.
"Ohhhh shit fuck," she moaned. Her hands continued their play on her tits, shifting them around like they were toys in the hands of a child.
Reams of sliverous pleasure attacked her being, making it shudder with lust. An image grew in her mind of a monstrous tree, the green blooming through the whole space of her head. There was a sudden shower of leaves, all leaving the tree like frightened quail.
She thrust her pussy into the groveling mouth of Ringo, spreading the fleshy lips about his mouth, making his tongue dig ever further into the drooling pussy.
Ringo frantically plowed his tongue into the depths, sweeping it around the dripping cavern like a flesh broom.
Duia dissipated the image by opening her eyes and looking at the hooded cover over the guard's head, thrusting her pussy down into his mouth.
"OOOO Ahhhhh Mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Ringo's finger dug and twisted into her asshole, plugging it with the full of his flesh tip, blowing a luscious stream of lust through Duia's spine.
"OOOO Ahhhmmmmeeee!" She squeezed the globes of delight, giving herself a soothing glow of pleasure. And at the same time the guard's tongue was working furiously, as if near a deadline.
Peri was sitting on her bed, rubbing her eyes. She looked up and saw what was happening. She began breathing deeply, as if she were going to jump from her bed and join the sexual fray.
Suddenly, Duia felt the sudden urge of her climax claw out of its shell and ramble through her like a stampede.
"EEEEEOOOOOAIIIII!! ! " Her body became a thunderous display of rocking flesh, blasting into the mouth of the guard. Explosions of lust gripped her being and flew her off to sexual heaven.
"Oh God! Shit All mighty!" she shouted in ecstasy. Ringo's finger probed harder and more determined in the tight opening of her ass.
Vibrating rays of intense pleasure pervaded Duia and made her feel as though, at any moment, her body would leave the surface of the bed and parade through the clouds with the guard clamped firmly at her twat.
His head was a buzzing blur, jacking back and forth insanely-trying to keep up with the furious action of Duia's hips. He flew backwards and nearly tumbled off the bed, his mouth drooling with pussy flow.
"OOOOO Motherfuck!" he yelled. His hair had become a chaotic tangle of sweat and his mouth was blackened with the woman's pubic hair. He looked up at the orgastic prisoner, his eyes large and glassy.
Duia was rhythmically heaving her body back and forth, her hands still fooling with the flesh mounds that were her tits.
Every cut in her body was opened-open to the utter pleasure coursing through her flesh. Sweat was rolling into the cuts, making her body vibrate more and more. But the awesome orgasm was too much-it completely flowed over and conquered the pain.
She was rocking the bed, shaking it and waking up Kathy who was sleeping beneath. The squeaking springs proclaimed the lust throughout the cell.
Ringo was off to the side, watching as the climax subsided in the young woman.
Duia leaned back and let her body soak in the climax. The waving thrusts of orgasm inundated her being, licking her with bliss.
"Well girls, look at your sister . . . She's just had a good one." Ringo pointed to the quivering woman as the other three females looked up.
Duia didn't notice him. She was whirling in lust. But as the climax wafted from her, the pain, the un-mitigating pain, swept up through her and made her being throb.
"OOOOO," she moaned over and over.
Ringo began laughing. He let out a rebel yell. "Look at this girls, she's really havin' one!"
They watched as Duia twitched in fever. The pain seemed to curl her body back but she couldn't let on. No, every nerve called to her-don't let on the fact that you're in pain-they'll want to know why.
Finally, she was still. Ringo maneuvered his body around.
"You haven't had breakfast either, you know." Duia knew what he meant and couldn't do anything about it.
"Yeah, bring that pecker of yours out in the open and let me drink your juice."
Ringo was on his knees. He pulled his zipper down and let the whopper spring into the air. It was hard as rubber, pulsing and leering at Duia.
"Here it is honey . . . Suck away!"
He scooted on his knees over to the woman and presented the love muscle to her gaping mouth. One thing about Ringo's prick, it was longer and thicker than the asshole Sam's, who had tried to cut her to ribbons in the kitchen.
Her salivating glands were making double-time as she feasted on the thickness of the prick.
She raised her head up while the pink snake of her tongue peeked between her moist lips and dabbed the prick head with its slightly rough texture.
"OO Momma!" Ringo exclaimed. "My old pecker is ready to fly off right now into your throat!"
His excitement turned Duia on more and she enveloped the bulging head into the moistness of her mouth. Using her tongue, she gingerly rolled the thickness from side to side, poking the sides of her cheeks with its fullness.
"Yeah, really get down on it honey," the man greedily implored.
Duia got further down on the shaft, coating the vibrating prick with a warm bath of her saliva. Her tongue stroked the flesh warrior like it was the paintbrush of a master and the skin of the cock was the stretched canvas of her creation.
She rolled the tongue under the dobber, then ran it over the top, all the while tightening the grip with her moist lips.
Ringo was on his knees, trying to jam the pecker further and further into her throat. His balls were dangling like ornaments, as he thrust and twist the pecker, trying to ram it to the hilt.
The three girls were all bug-eyed, watching the action. Peri was rubbing her tits, rolling them in her hand probably imagining that it was her and not her 'sister' who was sucking the fulsome prick of her 'daddy.'
"Oo baby, you're really goin' to get a mouthful!"
Ringo moaned.
Duia could barely wait for the burst of come that would explode from the man's prick and spread its steaming goodness throughout her mouth. She remembered the few times she had sucked Sam's pecker. For some biological reason he couldn't come when she sucked. Once he had let out a little premature emission, giving her the unique flavor of the man's seed. It had only been a little bit of blood from a turnip, so to speak, but it was enough to make her desire more. That was the closest Sam had ever come to coming in her mouth. Usually what would happen would be that he'd draw his prick from her mouth and then squirt it on her belly.
Her hand came up and dug through the man's curly hair until she had a firm grip on his balls. Delicately, she rolled them from side to side, as her mouth continued to bob up and down on the trembling shaft.
Ringo's legs were shaking under the pleasure pressure, helping to ram the prick further down Duia's throat. She spread the wetness of her tongue all around the hardness of his prick, as if it were a fresh cut log in the middle of a warm lake.
Her hand continued its play on his balls, softly feeling the one then the other with delightful little probes.
"Ah shit, woman, you're killin' me with that tongue of yours."
She wanted to answer him. She wanted to blurt out at the top of her lungs, 'Yes I'll kill you with my tongue . . . I'll slay any prick with the softness of my mouth!'
But her mouth was filled with the exuberance of the man's cock, rocking the sides of her cheeks with a reckless play of motion.
Her lips pressed convincingly around the tight thickness of his dong, controlling it with jerking twists this way and that.
Watery streams of her saliva drooled down the slickness of his dick, coating it with warmth.
"Oh fuck, I can take it no longer!" he shouted. "I've got to get a feel of those fleshy tits of yours!"
His hand reached down and through the flapping slit of Duia's nightgown. Her unencumbered boobs were shaking rhythmically to the bobbing of her head.
Ringo got one large, calloused paw around the dainty roundness and squeezed, sending an electrical throb of pleasure up Duia's spine.
The feel of the man's work worn hand on her tit made her squeeze harder with her lips. The nibbed tips of her teeth played carefully along the tightly drawn flesh.
Ringo's hand collared the tit in hot pursuit of her diamond hard nipple. When he located it, he wrapped two fingers around and squeezed gently, shooting a lust-ray through Duia's being.
"Oh shit all mighty," he suddenly groaned. "A big wad is headed your way woman!"
Duia prepared herself the best she could. But no preparation could ready herself for the reality of the explosion. She felt the bone hard pecker tremble and jerk, then boom! A gurgling spray of come spurt out like water from a doubled-up fire hose.
"Ahhhhggggg," Ringo groaned.
Duia was startled by the overwhelming flow of come that filled up the reservoir of her mouth like water behind a dam. The coagulated goo settled at the bottom of her mouth, where she left it be for a moment, savoring the vapors of the steaming seed-letting it permeate her nose which soaked up the odor like a bear after honey.
Then she gulped and sent the slippery come slithering down her gullet and into her belly.
As Ringo's pecker shriveled in recoil she lopped the pearly drops of residue left hanging on the tip of his prick.
'Oh shit,' Duia thought, 'this stuff is really salty. The only way to enjoy it is to take one big glob of it at once.'
Slowly, the once huge prick lost its potency and popped out of the devouring mouth of the young prisoner.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, as the prick left her mouth and flopped like a dead bird between the man's legs.
His hand left the trembling flesh of her tit and he rocked back on his knees.
"Duia! You sure know how to use that mouth of yours . . . I've been sucked off by a lot of women but that was about the best I've ever had."
Duia laid back, licking off the spotting come that dotted her lips.
"Com'on Ringo, give us some of the action," Rocky yelled up to him.
"Yeah, shit, you're paying too much attention to the new one."
Ringo slipped his dripping prick back in his pants.
"Now girls, you remember what happened yesterday . . . it was Duia's turn to enjoy my gifts."
Peri threw her hands up in the air, then popped out one of her tits and held it in hand.
"Here Ringo, give it a suck."
Ringo laughed as he climbed down from the bed. He went over and took the tit in his mouth and sucked a good half of it in his mouth. Peri closed her eyes and moaned as the other two women circled around him.
Kathy wrapped her hand around his waist and undid his pants, slipping them down to his ankles. Kathy and Rocky got down on their knees.
Kathy slid down behind his ass, flicking her tongue down his hairy ass, down into his crack and lodging in his ass-hole.
Rocky wheeled herself between the two, standing figures, saying, "you think Duia can suck. Wait till you get a taste from my tongue!" She opened and fit her rounded lips over the flaccid pecker.
Duia lay on the bed watching the action. She could barely believe her eyes. Ringo was standing, sucking Peri's tit and she wrapped her hands around his head and pressed him close.
Ringo's legs were spread wide. His pants were around his ankles.
Kathy had a grip on his hips, sliding her tongue up and down Ringo's ass, sticking it deep within the ass button before starting the process over again.
Rocky was stroking the pecker with her moist tongue, licking the shaft of all its residual come. Within a moment the prick had regained its potency, thickened to its natural shape.
Ringo let go of Peri's tit, letting the glistening boob bob in the air. Then he pressed his head to the other one, causing the woman to moan like a wounded animal.
Kathy pulled her hands from the hips and put them on the guards cheeks, pulling them apart so that she was able to plunge her tongue deep within his ass, making him squirm backwards into her face.
Duia couldn't deny that she was turned on by the scene. She'd never been into group sex before but it appeared that she was headed in that direction. She wondered how Ringo was able to corral that much power over these women-including herself. For herself it was an expedient. She really had no control over it. There she was in the holding cell, then she met Ringo and his pecker and the next thing she knew she was part of his 'family.' But those other three women seemed enslaved to him. They were all trying to show Ringo that they and only they could give him the pleasure he sought.
Duia marveled at Rocky who was bobbing her head back and forth with reckless abandon. She could see Ringo's cock push out against the woman's throat as she soaked it with the goodness of her saliva.
Kathy seemed utterly possessed by his ass-hole. It was as if she were trying to climb inside the man's ass; such was the power and velocity of her rampaging tongue as it dug into the ass-hole.
Ringo himself was utterly transfixed to Peri's tit, sucking it with all the power of his lungs.
To Duia it looked as if all four of them were one being, all the arms and heads were mere appendages to their sexual organs.
Ringo was shoveling his hips back and forth with wild abandon.
When he wheeled backward, he'd blow into the tongue of the frantic Kathy. His ass would split and down the tongue would dive, deep within his bowels. When he wheeled forward he jammed his pecker further down the throat of the clutching lips of Rocky. Her mouth was split wide (Duia could see her flashing teeth) by the explosive meat of the guard.
Peri dropped one hand and touched the shoulder of Rocky. like a reflex, Rocky's arm slithered up the leg of her Amazon companion. Duia couldn't see what was happening but it didn't take too much imagining to see that Rocky was finger fucking the woman.
Peri was dipping sensuously, as the outline of Rocky's fist could be seen through the fabric of Peri's nightgown.
Rocky took her other hand and cupped Ringo's balls, rolling them carefully from side to side. At the same time Kathy slipped a hand under his ass and joined her 'sister' in fondling the balls.
Ringo's body was shuddering under the assault. He was huffing deeply, emitting low, growling sounds from the pit of his belly. But he didn't let go of Peri's tit. It was as if he were trying to suck all the lactating juice from the woman's tit.
Duia felt her pussy run in juice as she watched the scene. She still felt pain but at the same time she felt the trembling hot vibratory sense of lust. There was something so wildly abandoned about the action-something so primitive and essential, that Duia felt herself get more and more turned on just by watching it.
Suddenly, Ringo's hands wrapped around the head of Rocky. It reminded Duia of what he had done to her that first day in prison. He pulled the young prisoner's head forward, jamming the pecker to the hilt. His mass of hair spread against the woman's face, as she jerked wide-eyed from the frantic action.
Duia could tell she was in pain. It looked like she was gagging or couldn't breathe. Ringo kept her head pinned to his groin, grinding his hips around in a circular fashion, as if he were trying to ream her mouth out with his potent dick.
Rocky continued to finger fuck her comrade, increasing the action under the nightgown, making Peri dip and moan in orgastic frenzy.
Kathy plunged her tongue with all the strength in her body behind her, ramming the appendage into the depths of Ringo's ass pit. The action seemed to push him over the brink. He jerked, driving his cock as far as it could go into the woman's throat-all the way till he let go of Peri's tit and let out the strangest sound Duia had ever heard. It was pure animal. He had come. Duia could see his prick ripple with his rushing wad as it emptied into the throat of the suffocating 'sister.'
"OOOOOO shit," he yelled out.
Rocky stumbled backward, into the legs of Peri, as if the force of the exploding climax had punched her in the belly.
As she fell free of the pecker, the sticky overspill of come rolled over her lips and down on her nightgown.
Kathy--likewise rolled to the side. Then she looked back at Duia and slowly stuck her tongue out.
Duia was beside herself with lust. She hurled the nightgown over her head and stood naked on the bed.
"Come up here Ringo," she said in a defiant voice. "Come on up and fuck me!" She had lost all reason. All she wanted was to feel a big pecker up her pussy. She yelled again. "If you won't come up here I'll go down there!"
She leapt from the bed, her tits flapping up and down.
Ringo was breathing hard. He turned around and watched the passionate prisoner advance forward. A big smile spread across his face.
"Yeah? You wanna fuck daddy huh?" Ringo was whacking his pecker, coaxing it to full strength. The sight of Duia's sleek black pussy seemed to do it for him. Within a minute his dick was hard as ever.
"Hot damn! Three wads and I haven't even had breakfast!"
Duia laid down on Peri's bed and spread her legs. The pink, lips split apart revealing the fleshy muscle of every man's desire.
Ringo knocked his pants off and dove on the bed. He knelt in between her spread legs, his prick waving in the air like a big stick.
He came forward on target and split the pussy lips with a perfect shot.
"OOOOOO shit, shove it in Ringo, shove it all the way"
Ringo blasted his pecker like a jackhammer, frothing the boiling cunt in its own juice.
"OOOOOOO Fuck!" Duia twisted her hips up and around while Ringo wheeled his dong in and out, in and out. His thirsty head lowered onto Duia's blooming tit and sucked it up like a plunger. His tongue played over her nipple, stimulating it to erection.
"God yeah, suck that tit!"
It felt to Duia as if her body could lift off the bed and fly to heaven. The only thing preventing it was the thrusting body of the guard. Somewhere, Duia thought, there was a prick, one single solitary prick, disembodied from its owner, that she'd catch one day and shove up her cunt and keep forever.
But her thoughts were blasted away by the charging steed that was Ringo's pecker.
"Ahhhhhhoooooo Fuck!" she shrieked, as the prick whammed deep inside her. Her well rounded hips juked in the air with careless abandon, squeaking the springs on the bed.
Ringo kept sucking on the tit, lathering it in the warmth of his mouth.
"Oh yeah Ringo, take it all in, ummmmmmmm," Duia moaned.
As Ringo ate the tit, he slid his hands beneath her ass and felt along her ass crack till he found the little ass button. When he touched it Duia went crazy with lust.
"OOOOOO Fuck, jam that finger in there.. . Better yet, ass fuck me! Yeah, ass fuck me!"
The man stopped his thrusting for a moment and looked at her with wild eyes. "Stick it up your ass! You want me to stick it up your ass!" he panted.
"Yeah, com'on, hurry up while the body's still hot!"
Ringo complied by getting off the sweating, vibrating flesh of the young prisoner.
Duia got up on all fours and presented her ass to him like a present. Ringo's stiff prick was dripping with pussy come and he pressed it against Duia's ass button.
"UUUEEE! I can hardly wait to get inside that ass of yours!" Blurted Ringo.
"Quit talking and plow it in there!"
He took hold of her hips and poked his long prick into the flesh folds of her ass.
"Ahhhhhh!" She moaned.
The prick slammed into the ass and screamed to the deep recesses. It squirmed like a snake through the tight opening, sending rushfuls of lust pounding through her spine. Her smooth white ass circled around and around like a mixmaster.
"Oh shit, Duia, you've got a tight one!" Ringo's two hands were clasped around her hips, pulling and pushing. His own hips were thrusting crazily, like a machine whose governor had burnt out.
Duia stroked her hot pussy with her hand, rubbing warm pleasure into herself. She poked a slender finger into the slimy opening and churned the cunt juice, till it was a steaming foam.
"OOOOOO shit," she moaned, ecstatic at the pleasure her ass and finger were giving her. She rubbed the bristling clit, making her body throb with electrical stimulation. She could feel the bone hard prick prod the walls of her ass cavern.
"Breakthrough!" She cried out, the erotic pulsations making her hungry for more.
Ringo jabbed his dick, forcing it against the ass wall, trying with all his might to break the barrier between her ass and pussy. Her finger followed the contours of his bulging cockhead, her hips and pelvis gyrating like mad.
"Hold on lady, 'cause I'm burstin' through!" He yelled. He pulled his dick to the very end so that it was barely poking in, then heaved with all his might, shooting hot raw splinters up her spine.
"OOOOOOOOO," she wailed. Her asshole was burning on fire; it throbbed like the heat of a fading white coal. She wanted it hotter. She wanted her flesh to melt away, melt away in the hot tide pool of rough ass sex.
"Oh God, how I love to have my ass reamed out!" Duia moaned. Her ass was whacking crazily into the thick pecker of the guard. Her finger continued its hot play in the substance of her twat. She blasted the pussy with pounding shots from her fingers, keeping a quick tempo to the humping beat of Ringo's pecker.
"AhhhhhUUUUUU!" She moaned, defenseless against the two pronged attack. Her groan's were like the bleating sounds of fresh fucked virgins.
Duia encouraged a big gush of cunt juice to spill from the dome of her pussy and lathered her finger with a spewing, riverous flow. Blinding flashes of exotic light exploded in her head, lamping the darkest desires contained in her being.
When her finger was sopped with the love juice, she brought it out and circled it like a donut around the plunging tool of Ringo's pecker. The slight friction given off by the fleshy ring gave him extra incentive. He plowed through her like a mule.
"OOOUUUOOOAhhhhh Fuck!" Duia cried out.
The stabbing dick rammed one side of the raw ass cavern then the other with a glue like tenacity. Stalagmites of lust melted in her ass from the hot friction of the burning log.
And inside her twat, deep inside the womb of all desire, a gushing mural weaved itself on the dripping flesh walls, painted by the tip of her finger.
The cave exploded in the icon of lust, bursting liquid pleasure through her being-until she felt as if she had become one total cunt.
"AhhhOOOUUUUEEEE!" She shrieked, as the orgasm pummeled her senses like radioactive dust.
When Ringo heard her cries of pleasure he fired his cannon in and out of the tight burning hole, as if it was firing and recoiling in the midst of a titanic war. He could almost smell of the rising from the interaction.
"Oh shit Ringo! My whole being is burning! Bring it to me. Take me to sexual heaven!"
For Ringo, that was a signal to break the limits of himself and charge his pecker like he'd never done before in his life. His hands gripped the flesh of his hips and vibrated them back and forth, while his pecker became a meaty blur of energy.
"OOOOO ahhhhOOOAhhhhhh!" The young prisoner panted. Her body was consumed by the fiery rays of lust that stripped her of everything but her raw nerves.
Suddenly she heard the guard groan, then felt the climax of consuming come spurt into her hollow bowels and liquefy the steaming air that was frictionalized like a rocket re-entering the atmosphere.
"UUUUUUUUUUU," she sighed in relief. The creamy package filled her ass and soothed it with slimy warmth.
"MMmmmmmm God All Mighty!"
Ringo kept pounding his pecker into the squishy heat, turning and twisting it for all his worth.
"Keep it going Ringo!" the feverish woman pleaded. She wanted her whole ass to be coated by the slinky feel of his come. But the pecker withered away in its own seed. It lost all its tension and plopped out between her ass crack like a cork from a bottle. A thin stream of come followed it out of the red, raw hole and drooled down Duia's thigh.
The woman was huffing and puffing, exalted by the power of her ass. The burning, itching feeling was nothing compared to the thick residue of come that waddled on the floor of the cavern.
Ringo leapt off the bed, his slagging pecker waggling in the air.
The three other women stood around, looking as if they were sizing up the quality of the action.
Duia flattened herself on the bed, scissoring her legs back and forth as if she were trying to squish the come further up her bowels.
Rocky and Kathy looked at each other and smiled. Soon, the three women were circled around the younger 'sister,' patting her, fawning her sweating body.
"You put out pretty fucking good Duia," Peri complimented.
"Yeah," Kathy agreed, "you're really one of us now."
Rocky was standing at the end of the bed watching a bit of Ringo's yellow come slithered out the asshole. She bent over and licked it out of the asshole with her tongue.
Ringo stood off to the side, his hands on his hips, watching with a careful eye the behavior of the three women.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Now that we're alone Duia, I want to say that you're my favorite girl."
Ringo and Duia were in the cell. The other three women had skipped out on a signal from Ringo.
Duia lounged against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She could have cared less if she was the favorite of the guard but as long as she was in prison there was no reason not to enjoy his compliment.
She smiled. "You're pretty good yourself Ringo."
"Why do you call me Ringo? Call me daddy. That would make it better . . . You call me daddy and things'll go real smooth."
Duia thought this was going to far. Calling him Ringo, being friendly with a bull was one thing, but having to call him 'daddy' was quite another. As far as she knew her father was still knocking around and as long as he was he'd be her father.
"Com'on honey, say it." Ringo's voice got a bit irritated-the playfulness was replaced by command.
Duia faltered. She tried saying it, she tried forcing from her lungs the words that he wanted to say but she couldn't. She couldn't say, "yes, you're my daddy and I love you as daddy."
Ringo began slapping his fist into his palm. "You're my favorite Duia but I won't tolerate insolence. Now, either tell me that I'm your daddy or else!"
Duia was shaking. The hair on her arms were standing on end. There was grave menace in the man's voice. She was afraid but even fear couldn't make her say what he wanted to her.
He got red in the face. His whole countenance had changed. When the 'sister' had left he had been soft and mellow. Now he was hard and brutal. He began to take his belt off.
"Daddy's goin' to have to do a bit of disiplin' now." He whacked the belt, snapping it in the air, making Duia flinch.
"Take off your uniform," he ordered.
Duia didn't comply at first. He snapped the belt closer to her body. She began unbuttoning.
She unbuttoned the uniform and climbed out, revealing the glistening flesh of her naked being. Her tits bounced firmly in front of Ringo's eyes. Her sleek belly dipped down to her obsidian cunt that seemed to reflect back at the guard. Ringo was staring at it, his eyes bulging out toward the sleek fine hairs of the pussy.
He waved to her, indicating her to turn around. She did so, telling herself, 'Yes, he's going to whip me . . . just hold on . . . don't let on that it hurts . . . '
Before she could finish her thought Ringo raised his arm and slapped the leather belt against her back.
'Whack!'
The end of the belt sliced the flesh of her back, peeling it back with vicious power.
She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She didn't want to give him any satisfaction. She wanted to defy the guard with her stoicism.
'Whack!'
He stung her again with the belt, sending a pulsing pain up her spine. The pain fingered out along her flesh, coursing the pores and boiling them into hot blisters.
Still, she didn't say a word. She bit down with her jaws, trying to will the pain away.
"This hurts me more than it does you, babe," the guard moaned. He wheeled back and stung her again, cutting her sleek back with the belt.
Blood began to drip down her back, dripping down her spine and into the crack of her ass.
Duia could feel the blood-she could feel the oozing substance leave her flesh and roll down the bone of her spine.
Ringo withdrew the belt and measured her in his eye.
"Oh God, your back is all fucked up. Look's like you got cut up in your ass by some fuckin' boyfriend." He was referring to the knife wounds afflicted on the ass by Sam, the man in the kitchen.
Duia was not going to tell him what had happened. If he wanted to believe that the knife cuts were made by a former boyfriend that was his business.
"Turn around and face me," he ordered.
She did as he said, slumping a bit from the thrashing she'd received.
"You're going to whip me to death, is that it?"
Ringo looked a bit stunned. "Kill ya with a whip? Shit you're my little girl, why the fuck would I do that? No, shit no, I'm just gonna force you to see that I'm the boss around here.. . and when I ask you nice like to tell me I'm daddy, you say Fm daddy."
Duia stood before him, sweat rolling between her tits. Ringo raised the belt and whacked her across her belly. She flew backward from the force and slumped to the floor, huddling herself in a fetal position as Ringo loomed over.
He raised the belt and brought it on top of her.
"Oh God you're hurting me!"
"Of course it hurts, you stupid twat. It's supposed to hurt so you'll remember the next time that I ask you to follow my orders."
He whipped her over and over again. Duia was all huddled up trying to fend off the pain. But it was to no avail. The belt sliced through her feeble defense and stung her in every imaginable place.
The pain was an excruciating bolt that churned through her spine. But she couldn't deny the strange movement in her pussy. It was wet and throbbing. "My God, why is that?' she wondered.
'Whack!'
The belt came down and sliced her hand that was wrapped over her head. Her knuckles were crushed under the blow. "Com'on girl, say it. Say it or I'll whip ya till your flesh is like bacon."
But Duia wouldn't give in. She concentrated on the feeling in her pussy. The throbbing, pulsing feeling in her cunt that seemed to flare out and fight with the pain coursing through her.
Ringo reached down and grabbed her arm. Then he pulled her apart, unfolding her body so that she was naked to the belt.
He laid her straight out, eyeing the black pussy. He raised the belt and slapped it across her pubic bone, sending a sliver of pain up her. The cunt bubbled more; it frothed to the full despite the great pain caused by the thrashing belt.
"You is a stubborn one," he yelled down to her.
She looked up at the man, his eyes bulging from their sockets. His tongue was licking his lips as he pulled his arms back and flew it forward toward her tits.
She closed her eyes, then felt the end of the belt slash across her beautiful, rounded boobs-those innocent tits that shuddered under the vicious whipping.
Duia felt a bit of come flick out her pussy lips, such was the force welling up in her cunt.
Blossoming pleasure invaded the domain of pain, colliding together and fighting for supremacy. The pain would win out, then the pleasure. The alternating bursts made Duia rock back and forth, her body shaking and trembling.
"Com'on honey, tell me! Tell me I'm your daddy!"
Duia wanted to tell him to fuck off but the pain running through her flesh was too much. She writhed under the vicious, brutal attack.
Ringo let the belt swing at his side. He looked down at Duia and smiled. "Now you're comin' to your senses."
Duia was stretched out on the floor, breathing hard, the pain slowly cascading out her flesh.
The guard threw the belt to his side. "You did it, Duia. You called me daddy . . . and now you're mine."
He zipped down his pants and exposed his bulging pecker.
"You can really enjoy this now!"
He didn't even slip his pants down. He left them hanging below his ass as she spread her legs apart. "I beat your pussy and now I'm goin' to make it feel good!"
Instinctively, Duia spread her legs apart and let the man enter her. Her body throbbed with the terrible beating and she wanted nothing more than to dissipate the pain with coursing pleasure.
Ringo lurched forward and fit the head of the prick at the entrance of her pussy lips, holding it there for a moment and letting the full effect of his manhood stir her being with desire.
"Fuck me daddy! Jam it in! Fire the fucking flesh pipe through!"
Ringo whomped his throbbing pecker up the gushing confines of her twat, sending a massive dose of lust through her body.
"OOOO shit," she yelled in ecstasy.
Ringo's hot rod rammed to the utter depths of her tingling twat. The glory of the man's prick filled her cunt with white heat as if jammed and whammed like a pile driver gone out of control.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she blurted.
Her slender hips jut up and down in the air, forcing the massive prick to the celestial depths. Tidal flushes of womanly come poured forth from the roof of her drenching pussy, coating the man's prick with its hot oil.
His oaken chest pressed down on her full tits, squeezing them delightfully-the hard points of her nipples poked him, prodding the thrusting pecker fur ther and further.
"Oh shit Duia, your cunt is so slick and sweet!"
Never before had the young prisoner's experienced such sexual bliss. At first she tried controlling her movements, humping and jutting her pussy with every power stroke from the guard. But the more shi got into it the more some other force took over, commandeering her body to the limits of sexual motion.
"UUUUUUAhhhhhhhh!" she moaned in delirium, as the thickness of the prick plummeted to the inner recesses of her celestial dame. The sweet smelling juices of her pussy churned like thin runny butter.
Her arms flopped on either side of her, as if she had been stunned by a blow. Slowly she raised them and brought them around the man's ass, digging her fingers into his hairy butt. The strange feeling of the hairy ass turned her on more and more. She groped her way to his crack, running her slender finger down the crevice, making him pump harder and faster.
The boiling blade of his pecker sliced through the creamy folds of her pussy, driving lust and desire through her bones.
"OOOOAhhhhhheeeee!"
Irrepressibly, his head came down and latched his rough lips onto hers. Their tongues flicked from the darkness of their caves and looped around one another like serpents in the jungle, ritualizing some forbidden secret. When they had slicked each others tongue with their warm, misty breaths, they shot the snakes down deep into the well of their mouths; striking the tongues back and forth as if they were hot pricks diving into the moistured deep of a split pussy. In fact, Duia matched every thrust from Ringo's cock with a slinking blast from her tongue. The effect made her feel as if she were fucking him; as if she had a prick.
Her hands continued their play along his ass, traveling up and down the ass crack till she found his ass button. At first she didn't realize what it was till she probed some more. When she was aware that she had run flush into the man's most private part she twisted her finger around, digging is as far as the dry button would give.
The man responded by firing his pecker like a machine gun into the hot juices of her pussy. His thick meat rolled back and forth over her slit, shooting balloning lust embers up her flesh. The exploding coals of Eros spiraled in her being, lathering her with sexual delight.
Her hips pumped away with unrestrained power. Her whole body heaved upwards in an attempt to get the plunging pecker deeper and deeper within her effulgent well.
The finger poked and jabbed at the man's ass-hole, trying to get in despite the raw terrain. Ringo followed suit by slipping his hands beneath her ass and pulling up, charging his slicing weapon to the furthest wall of her cunt domain. At the same time he felt along the peachy texture of her ass, slipping his finger down the slick ass crack and to the moist ass-hole, separated from her drooling pussy by the merest fraction of flesh.
The sharp prod of his finger sent a sexual flame of delight up her ass and into the receptive cylinders of her spinal bones.
"AhhhhEEEEEEEEE!" she groaned. Her fulsome body heaved in the air as if she were laying on a bed of nails.
As Ringo pushed his finger further and further, she squirmed down on her ass to make the effect double.
His hot prick kept blasting the pussy with rhythmic motion. Their two bodies commingled in sweat and heat, fusing the flesh in a liquid combo of lust and desire.
Even though the guard had beat her she felt completely under his control.
Every time Ringo wheeled back then let go with a ripping thrust, she felt not only the power of his thick prick but the complete carry through of his whole self. Rippling tides of pleasure swept her, jazzing the marrow of her bones. Fire pools of erotic joy sprang from her fingertips causing her to burn the hole of Ringo's ass with fiery rectitude.
He did the same with abandon, shoving the solid finger through the peach fine flesh of her crinkled asshole and into the canyon of her bowels.
"Ahhhh," she moaned, beside herself with sexual joy. Her twat took off as if it had a life of its own. It jut up and down till it was a flashing blur of hair and flesh, reaching up to receive the deep, weal breaking thrusts of the guard.
He was snorting and huffing like a stud horse who had once been a Derby winner, trying to show the young filly he had some fast races left in him. His nose was flared and his hot stream of breath blew across Duia's face like a desert wind. All of the veins in his body pulsed with sex, the purple veins rising from his arms and neck like an engorged river running its banks.
In the pit of her belly Duia suddenly felt the burgeoning seed of orgasm manifest itself like a sunburst hidden, then suddenly breaking over a mountain ridge.
The rays of climax radiated to every part of her being, heating her flesh with want.
"EEEEEOOOOOAhhhhhhhh!" she moaned from the inner depths of her diaphragm. A volley of erotic joy emptied with her breath, making her flesh flame with unadulterated Eros.
"Oh shit, my bag. is 'bout to burst and give you a creamy present!"
"Give me all you've got!" she cried out.
Their bodies were sealed in an uncompromising position. It was as if his cock were a piston and her cunt a cylinder; and their poring sweat, the oil that kept them from burning into oblivion.
Duia felt his piston chug to the deep hold of her pussy then pause like a soaring bird on still wings; before emptying his seed like a busted hose.
"OOOOO shit," he moaned.
Duia felt her cunt fill quickly with steaming seed. The two distinct juices of their love mixed and spewed together like a love stew. The whole inside of her twat mansion felt like a clinging web of stickum.
Ringo kept whamming forward despite his dissipating strength. She could feel the mushy half-hard prick twirl in the coagulated goo of the come.
"Mmmmmm God daddy, it feel's so full!" she enthused.
Ringo kept it in as long as possible, before it finally fell out from attrition. He rolled off the heaving body of the young prisoner and laid next to her. Ringo was breathing heavily as he laid next to Duia.
"Yeah shit, you know how to fuck better then those three other's . . . you're real good."
Duia didn't say anything. Her body was whelved by the utter climax of sexual bliss. She felt the trembling flesh bubble in desire. Something had broken within her, some utter lust explosion that made her throb with desire. She hated to tell Ringo that he was her 'daddy'. But that hate was subsumed by the beauteous lush of pleasure that made her pussy tickle with want.
Ringo was heaving his chest, drawing all the sex odored air into his lungs.
She wanted to fuck again. There was some unstoppable impulse within her that wanted to feel the meat of the guard way up her twat.
She scrambled up and dipped over his pecker, the pecker that was sagging in waste.
She sucked it in the full of her mouth, making the dick stand on end. Then she straddled the guard, squatting over the pecker and peeling her pussy lips back with her fingers.
She lowered down on the shaft, slowly and tantalizingly dancing on the throbbing pecker.
"UUUUUUUU," she moaned, as the cock slipped through the bubbling sea, headed for the harbored cunt.
When the pecker was secured to the hilt she began undulating back and forth on it as if on the surface of a rolling tide.
Ringo surged his hips upward and met the plunging pussy with a thrusting heave, showering the woman in the purple glow of sex.
"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned sensuously.
The pecker coasted through the boiling, seething lather of her pussy and rammed the wall of her twat like a crazed galley ship.
"EEEEEOOOOOOHHHHHUUUUUU!" Duia cried. She bent forward, so that her tits were delectable apples ripe for eating.
Ringo opened his mouth and held one, rolling his tongue over the erect nipple and pumping a voracious spray of lust through the veins of the young woman.
Her cunt raised up and down off the red hot pecker, like an exploding sail, losing, then catching the fullness of the wind.
"Keep taking it to me!" she cried in fever. She could feel the pecker bust inside her twat not wanting to let go. She wanted this one to last forever.
With a terrific lunge Ringo flushed his groin to the entrance of the woman's pussy and let her throbbing muscles massage it to bliss.
"Ahhhh," he groaned.
She felt Ringo's hand slip beneath her bucking ass and scramble through the buns to the tight ass-hole of her desire. A bit of come had spilled out between her pussy lips and deposited in the hole, making it halfway slick.
Duia had no such luck with his ass-hole. It was dry and giveless but she tried cramming her finger in just the same.
"OOOOOEEEEEE!" she hollered, as she felt the guards fingertip sneak into the wet hole.
"UUUUEEEEE!" Ringo blurt, almost in surprise, as Duia's finger gouged the man's bowels and infested it with her appendage.
"Oh shit woman, ram it in there!"
Duia complied with pleasure, screwing the finger as far in as possible. Ringo's body gesticulated wildly with every prod. His cock burrowed into her pussy like a crazed jackhammer, pounding one wall of her dripping cunt, then the other.
"Ahhhhoooooooo!" she cried in ecstasy. She shoved on the finger as hard as she could, skidding it into the raw tightness of the man's ass.
"Fuck! Oh fuck! All the come in my body is goin' to lather over you!" he was yelling like one possessed. "You're goin' to drown in it and it's goin' to be sink or swim!"
An image of herself thrashing in an ocean of hot, sizzling come blossomed in her head. As the image washed from her head she heard Ringo groan and then felt the hot, bubbling froth of his seed splatter in her pussy, giving it a warm, sticky sensation.
The sloshing come seemed to spur her on and she wheeled her body into high gear, at the same time feeling the guards cock recede within her.
"Com'on daddy, keep it going!" she pleaded in a sex imbibed voice.
The galloping stampede of her orgasm broke the barriers of her corral and romped through her flesh unrestrained.
"AhhhhhEEEEEEE!" she was beside herself with lust. The fiery eroticism of climax poured through her veins like white hot quicksilver, provoking her body to the limits of desire.
Ringo continued to hold on, despite the fact that his cock was shriveled inside the furious motion of the hot, orgastic pussy.
Their two fingers continued their play in the holes of their asses, poking and screwing them for all their worth. Their bodies were locked in a wild weld-like flesh pretzels.
"OOOOOUUUUUU DOG SHIT!" Duia whined.
The boiling fever of orgasm swept her like a desert wind sending her off to sexual heaven.
Ringo could no longer move for fear that his prick would fall from the drooling hole. Instead, he buried his groin flush to the vibrating hair of Duia's black cunt and held tight.
The young prisoner rode him like a crazed cowgirl. She took her finger from his ass and leaned forward on his chest, blasting her pussy with uncontrolled fury.
Ringo looked like he was going to expire. Sweat poured from his face as Duia pulled the reins and whooped a rebel call.
Ringo's cock could no longer hold it in. It popped out and slithered through Duia's slick pubic hair, making the black turn whitish yellow.
Duia got off and stood over him, laughing. "I tell you something daddy. You're fucking old and out of shape."
Ringo grimaced. "Shit, what do you expect, fuck girl, I've gotten a real workout these last few days.. . fuck, I'm goin' to have to take another shower."
Duia felt a trickle of come slide down her legs and she scooped it with her hand before depositing it in her mouth.
"Shit," Ringo muttered, "you eat that come like it was honey."
"Sweeter daddy . . . it's sweeter."
Duia licked her finger off and went to pick her clothes up. Ringo stared at her back, the back that he'd hammered with his belt. He started to open his mouth as if to apologize or make some comment but he didn't say anything.
Duia's back was riddled with belt whip marks and dried blood. He was surprised that she wasn't writhing in pain.
Duia was in immense pain but she didn't want to show it. She didn't want Ringo to gain any more satisfaction. But she was definitely in pain. Sweat poured down her sleek back and rolled into the cuts that were beginning to clot in scabs. Every move she made, made her tingle with pain. She shuddered in chilling hurt. But she'd be stoic. Never would she let the guard know she was in pain.
CHAPTER SIX
Duia was to meet the warden. Every prisoner, after they had been in the prison for a few weeks, was drawn up to the man's office where they'd have a little chit chat.
She was sweating as the guard led her to the administration office. She had asked Ringo what to expect but he clammed up. Then he shrugged his shoulders, "He just wants to find out if you're settled in yet."
Duia was sent into his office. She stood alone, looking over the room. It was neat and austere, with a picture of the warden's family on his desk. A name plaque read, "George Peiton-Warden."
The door opened and the warden walked in with a satchel of papers beneath his hand. He had a stern, business like expression on his face. He was about fifty, his hair beginning to gray. He was well built, as if he'd been a beat cop in his younger days.
"Have a seat," he said briskly.
Duia sat opposite, his desk as Warden Peiton sat in his big chair, unfolding the papers in front of him.
"Hmmmm, let me see here . . . " He thumbed through the papers. "So you're Duia Graham, huh . . . Dope dealing . . . " He looked up at her. "You like that dope huh? It really turns you on?"
Duia was wary of his tone of voice. He was sarcastic and biting as if the last person he wanted to see was a chick on dope.
She didn't answer him.
"Well," he continued, "how do you like your prison here? Are you involved with classes or crafts?"
Duia spoke softly. She told him that she had adjusted fairly well and complimented him on the conditions of his prison.
He wasn't impressed. In fact, he grunted a bit. "Well, you don't have any say in that."
Duia hated the asshole. She shot little knives at the man, killing him in her mind.
Suddenly, he threw the papers on the table. His countenance changed. He got a bit softer.
"Look . . . Duia.. . Look, we don't want any fucking trouble. That's all we ask. No trouble and your stay in prison can be one of the more valuable and interesting experiences of your life . . . But you start getting in fights or start demanding rights and wham! down the administration will come down on your pretty ass." He smiled a bit when he finished.
Duia sat quietly on the chair, ready to get up and leave the old man.
He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his neck.
"You're better looking than most of the scabs that come through here."
Duia was fidgeting, rolling her hands together.
"Yeah, it's too bad that body of yours has been taken out of service for awhile . . . Seems a shame." He squinted, looking at the little mounds that rose from her uniform.
"You sound horny warden. Don't you get any at home?" Duia was trying to jab a needle in him but Peiton merely laughed.
"Aw shit, you know men . . . we see a pretty face and soon enough we're lusting after her."
"Are you trying to come on with me? Is that it?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "All I know is that if the women co-operate with the warden their stay in usually more pleasant."
Duia thought this over. It certainly made sense. She moved her foot under the table, touching his to tell him that she was interested in his discreet proposal.
His hair bristled when she rubbed her foot against his leg. Then his face broadened with a smile.
"Yeah," he said slowly. "You're catching on."
Duia began unbuttoning the uniform; she unbuttoned the first four buttons, then folded the uniform back to expose her firm tits.
"You like looking at them?"
The warden flushed. His eyes popped a bit as he gazed at the round, gleaming globes of delight. He gripped the table till his knuckles grew white.
"Yeah, I like those tits. They look tasty. Can I have a bite?"
Duia laughed inside at the warden's boyish reticence.
"Sure big boy, come over here and suck on 'em."
Warden Peiton lifted himself from his chair and locked the door. Then he snuck up behind Duia and wrapped his hands over her tits.
"Oh God, just feeling the spongy flesh puts my pecker right up there!"
Duia sat back in the chair and let the man massage her boobs. Pleasure was rubbed into her, making her flesh hot with desire.
He squeezed her tits for a minute, making her squirm on her ass. She finally couldn't restrain herself.
"Let's get to it warden! Fuck me! Fuck me with all your manhood!"
Peiton let go of her tits and stood to the side. She heard him zipper down.
"It's out honey. It's out and trembling in anticipation."
Duia turned in her chair and looked at his cock which was sticking straight out, its head smiling at her with leering desire.
She slid off the chair and put her moist lips to the head, flicking her tongue out at the same time and wetting the slit opening of the old pecker.
"OOOOO lady, that's some sweet tongue you've got." The warden's legs began wobbling as his dick felt the warm bath of the woman's slinking tongue roll along the head. Her hand began stroking the thick shaft with slow, easy motion.
"Shit, you're going to make me come too quickly!" he groaned.
She pulled away from the pecker and stood up. "Tastes to me like you've come quite a lot in your lifetime."
"Shut up and let's get to it!"
The prisoner struggled with her uniform as the warden pulled his pants off. When Duia stood in her naked splendor, Peiton checked her out. Her big clump of black cunt hair struck out like a burnt bush. He could almost smell the flow of pussy juice collect inside, like a well that he'd soon plunge. Her two tits dangled in front of him like golden apples, ready to be bitten into. Her belly was a flat surface of gleaming flesh.
Duia got on the floor on all fours and yapped at the old man, "Come down here and fuck me from the rear like a dog!"
The warden got down behind her, his protruding pecker brushing against her gleaming, firm ass. Her legs were spread a bit and between her thighs, under her ass, hung the pouting lips of her pussy. His prick traveled down the crack of her ass until it was in position; then grabbed her hips and shoved forward. He felt the prickhead plow through the mass of hair and flesh till it hit water, bubbling hot water.
"UUUUUUU," Duia sighed. "Drive that thing.
Drive it to the hilt!"
Peiton got a firm hold on her hips, then flew forward, plunging his prick through the hot fire that was her pussy.
"OOOOAhhhhh," she blurt. She kicked her hips into high gear, driving them back and forth, making the pecker dig deeper and deeper into the boiling pussy.
Her cunt was not as tight as it once had been but the flesh made it feel as though Peiton were fucking between two creamy palms. His hips were running wildly, plunging and circling like an engine.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" Duia panted.
Every time Peiton plunged forward a gush of come poured down on his pecker, giving it the lubrication it needed. His balls jangled up and down like ornaments, bouncing against the underside of the woman's ass.
A big cloud of cunt smell enveloped him, making him drive harder and faster.
"AhoooAhooooAhooAhooo!" The prisoner panted. Her tits swung in the air freely. The red tips of her nipples stuck out hard like diamonds. Each thrust from Peiton drove streaking lust arrows up her spine. Her total being was enveloped with desire.
"You're really working that pelvis of yours!" He blurt.
In fact, Duia's whole lower torso was revolving like a washing machine. He was jabbing straight in as deep as he could while she pumped in circles, stirring and frothing the spewing come in her twat.
His hands crept up the sides of her voluptuous body until they were securely around the baubles of delight. He squeezed them like they were made of dough, the tender flesh slushing through his fingers. He delicately tweaked her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through the prisoner.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "I love to have my tits played with."
Peiton's body was wracked with passionate desire. His blood was rushing torrential fevers of lust. Every time his pecker plowed through the slosh and flesh of her pussy an electrical charge of erotic delight would race up his spine.
His cock became a blur of ceaseless action, blowing through the hot, frothing pit that was Duia's twat.
"Oh God! You're going to burst me! You're going to rip the sides right off!"
Her moans drove Peiton faster till his hips began aching. He slumped his body forward lodging his pecker deep within her cunt, moving slowly back and forth.
But Duia needed more. She needed the passionate action of the flaying pecker stirring up her love flow. She rammed her hips like a belly dancer, while at the same time, rocking furiously on her knees. The two hands cupped around her tits, prodding her on and on.
Peiton let his pecker have a free ride; the thick meat juggled and sloshed in the pussy like a log in water. Duia's furious pumping created a hurricane within her pussy, knocking the prick from side to side, up and down. All points in her twat were touched by the meaty branding iron. When it touched her clit she let out a yelp, followed by a long, drawn out groan. Her body shuddered under the passionate pressure of the ferocious fucking.
Peiton got his strength back and joined her awesome display of power. He stepped on the accelerator and plowed full steam into the gushing pussy. Their two bodies moved so quickly that a loud 'shooooop' noise rose in the air.
"Get it on! Fuck me till I'm a dried out cunt," she squealed. Lust tremors boomed through her like thunder. Her body was a slippery hunk of flesh, vibrating to every power thrust from the huge prick. His hands grappled onto the fleshy mounds that were her tits and squeezed.
"OOOOOO," she groaned sensuously. Thunderclaps of erotic bliss blew through her being, making her twist and gyrate with all her might. Her head reared back like a proud horse and she let out a passionate moan.
"I'm going to fuck your pussy till it explodes!" Peiton yelped. He rammed and jammed like crazy, shoving the prick to the deepest recesses of the woman's twat. A steady stream of her boiling come cascaded on his pecker giving it a feeling of utter heat.
Duia's pussy lips were flapping like swinging doors, massaging the prick as it drove to the hilt. Their bodies were welded together with fleshy solder, the sex action resembling two machines flaying at each other with reckless abandon.
Duia's orgasm crept up on her like a stealthy animal, then pounced, making her body rock like an earthquake.
"Oh God! Oh shit ahhhhhhh!" A waterfall of come emptied down onto the plunging pecker, soaking it in its goodness. Peiton grabbed her hips and shot straight back and forth like a pile driver.
"Hold on honey! You're going for a ride!"
"Fuck! Take me to heaven! Take me to sexual paradise!"
The full power of her orgasm spread through her, making her bones throb with passionate lust. Bombing, zooming pulses of erotic nerves bludgeoned her body into submission. Submission to the power cock that creased her pussy like a hot knife through butter.
Peiton could feel his dong snake around in her dark pit, investigating all the spaces of her cunt. Thrilling jabs of delight coursed through him and caused bells to sound in his ears.
He could feel the gathering seed prepare its pumping journey into its new home that was her cunt. The band around his groin tightened and tightened, clutching his wad, waiting for the right moment. He reared back, stopping to play at her pussy lips, then thrust forward with all his might, sending his pecker to the far distance of her boiling pussy.
"Ahhhhggggg," he groaned ecstatically, as the come band broke and the wad gushed through his prick, spraying the pussy with hot seed.
"Mmmmmm," Duia sighed lusciously. She rhythmically manipulated her hips, sloshing the two comes together, fuming a steaming stew.
Peiton kept ramming forward. Even after he lost his load his prick remained potent. It was an exploding stick of dynamite.
"Oh fuck!" Duia yelled. Her orgasm was prancing through her like wild horses. She reared and bucked, getting the withering prick in as far as possible.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
The prick slithered out between the hot, drooling lips and fell limply between his legs.
They were both silent for a moment. The Duia said quietly, "For an old man warden, you're a pretty good lover."
He grumped and harrumphed, like an old soldier told that he could still shoot straight.
"That's nothing woman . . . See, here, look at my pecker."
Duia watched as Peiton rubbed his come soaked pecker. Within a moment it was hard again. Duia was amazed at his virility.
"That's a good trick warden. If you can get hard within a minute after coming you're a better man than most of these fools I've been going with."
Peiton didn't answer her compliment. Instead, he grabbed her thigh and spread it, cracking open the drooling, come filled pussy.
"Wait till I show you what I can do with my mouth!" He scrambled between her legs and stuck his mouth in the full of her muff.
Peiton drew his hands beneath the tight flesh of the woman's ass and lifted up, making his tongue dive deep into the drenching pussy. The tantalizing feeling caused Duia to jut up and down with her hips, trying to get the mouth firmly down.
A waterfall of womanly come sprayed down on the man's tongue and into his mouth. It turned him on to feel the oily, gushing liquid fill his mouth with sweet ambrosia. His tongue flickered all around the twat, making the flesh quiver and jump.
"OOO Ahhhh," Duia moaned. Powerful thrusts of burning Eros shot up her spine and deposited their luxuriant warmth in her head.
Peiton's hand slipped to her ass crack and he ran his fingers down it, making her ass jump in delight.
"UUUUAHHHHH DO IT TO IT!" She blurt with panting voice. It excited her beyond words to see his head buried between her thighs. Her hands came up and around his head locking it. The extra bit of pressure on her pussy made her twist and writhe passionately.
"OhOhOhOhOhOh!" She panted. She could feel the tongue snake through the tropical zones of her pussy. Suddenly, the fleshy tip rocked against her clit, sending waves of vibrating pleasure through her body.
"EEEEEEE!" Duia cried out.
Peiton's finger slipped down her ass to her freshly reamed asshole. It was slick and slippery with sweat and he had no problem working it in, jamming the finger to the knuckle and twisting it like a screwdriver.
"OOOOOO Fuck!" Duia cried. Her pelvis and hips rocked back and forth like a dingy in a hurricane. It was as if she had a motor in her pit and the governor had been removed.
Peiton's tongue plunged through the mush of flesh, hair and drooling come, flicking it all around the cunt. Her hands pulled tightly against the groveling head, while her hips and pelvis gyrated like crazy, forcing all the sticky substance in his mouth.
"Gggmmgmgm," he murmured, through a mouthful. He had to breathe through her nostrils, vaporizing his nose with the precious fumes of the dripping twat.
His finger continued its probing of the tight, sweating asshole. The bristling flesh quivered to the touch, sending pulsing rays of bliss up the prisoner.
"Ahhhhhh," she groaned. The spiralling lasers of pleasure beat through her veins, making her hot and feverish with lust. She wrapped her legs around the man's back and squeezed as tight as she could. There was nothing she enjoyed more than to have her pussy licked and sucked out.
Her whole body got into it, writhing and twisting with all her might. Tongue flicks of sensuous bliss coursed her blood, making it boil thin with erotic delight. "OOOO Fuck," she moaned, drawing her voice out to the limit; filling the air with her ecstatic feelings.
"Keep reaming my asshole out!" She groaned, in the throes of a blunderbuss of erotic shuddering that turned her flesh to hot, sexual jell.
Peiton fired away on the little button, screwing it way into her ass pit. His tongue was a veritable pile driver, slamming into the mushy confines of Duia's pussy. Her fleshy, pink lips slapped back and forth against the sides of Peiton's mouth, prodding him further and further.
His tongue searched all around for the clit; that mountain of electrical sex nerves that send women to sexual paradise. When his exploring tongue found it, he tweeked it with playful pokes.
"OOOO God . . . OOO Fuck!" Duia's body jut up and down on the tiled floor, jabbing the black, hairy pussy in the man's face, spurting out the thick come of her sex in his mouth. He gobbled as fast as he could but the slimy substance rolled out the corner of his mouth and dribbled down his cheek. His finger kept ramming the hot, raw asshole with reckless abandon.
"Feel my tits!" Duia yelled out in frantic exasperation.
Peiton's other hand crept up the flat surface of her belly and circled around the trembling mound of flesh that was her tits. He mashed the tit with the full strength of his palm, driving fiery lust arrows through Duia.
"AhhhhOOOUUU," she moaned, beside herself with desire and sexual fire.
Peiton's finger played with her hard nipples that stuck up from her tits like proud flags. One of her hands left his head and covered his hand, pressing and rubbing all the warmth into her tit.
Booming, crashing lightning strokes of lust seized Duia and drove her body to the limits of pleasure. Her being hmped up and down like a roller coaster, shaking wave after wave of burning delight through her. Peiton was as turned on as she was, as he felt the reactions of the sexually charged woman slam into his mouth.
"EEEEEEEOOOOOOO!" She screamed out. The thundercloud of her orgasm burst, crashing down its erotic pounding to her flesh. An atomic blast of sexual power blew through her being.
Peiton plowed full bone on the quivering twat, as flush after flush of womanly come sprayed down from the orgastic dome. His finger zapped in and out of the asshole like a piston, charging her ass with erotic bliss. Their two hands spread over one tit then the other; rhythmically driving lusty power through her and colliding with the gigantic orgasm that shot her being with ferocious strength.
Finally, Peiton lifted his head from her drooling crotch.
"This is too fucking much! I can't stand it!" He sat up, revealing his bone hard pecker that stabbed the air like a sword.
"I'm going to fuck you but good!"
Duia got a glimpse of the huge tool and shouted gleefully.
"O God, it's big! Plow it in . . . Fuck me till I'm dry!" Peiton leaned forward and his dick rammed through the gaping slit that was her cunt.
"Ahhhhooooooo!" She cried out. No sooner had her orgasm died down, then the lust tremors fired up again, like rockets and penetrated her being with utter desire.
Peiton stuck his pecker all the way through the gushing pit, twirling his dong like a baton in the frothing juices. The pecker slid to the furthest domains of Duia's twat, jacking tremulous sex fever through her.
"Ahhhuuuuuu," she squealed, her mouth pursed together in sensuous delight. Her hips jacked up and down like a pogo stick, making the slippery pecker weave all around her trembling pussy. ; Peiton powered to and fro with great force, slicing through the hot liquid of her cunt. Her tits moved from side to side with every thrust. He lowered his mouth on one, sucking all the sweating goodness into him. I "Ahhhgggg," Duia groaned throatily. The flaming I arrows of Eros soared up her spine and penetrated her brain.
Peiton's tongue covered her rosy nipple with the sticky cunt residue left from the pussy eating. He drenched the tit with warm saliva, filling Duia with outrageous, burning sex desire.
Her hands reached around him and pulled on his ass, pulling his thrusting dick further into her bubbling twat. The cock was working away like a piston; a wild piston, crazed with lust.
With every mighty heave, a spray of her come would bathe the pecker in its luscious juice. She frantically took her hand and slipped it down his ass. Her thin finger traveled down his hairy ass crack till she found his asshole. She probed and poked, trying to fit her finger into the tight hole. Slowly it dipped into the raw pit, making him jab and slice with his pecker like a pile driver.
Peiton's mouth left her tit and came up to her mouth. Their lips pressed together with abandon. The tongue slipped into each other's oral cavity and slithered all around. Duia pushed and pushed with all her might on her finger, slipping it into the tight hole of the warden's ass.
Her cunt burned with voracious desire. The big, thick pecker pounded the sides of the pussy with unremitting power. For diversion Peiton would pull the thick cock out to the very entrance of her pussy lips and teasingly rub the head up and down, making Duia heave up with her hips like a possessed woman. Then he would suddenly fire forward to the hilt, burying the pecker to the depths so that their two jungles enmeshed in each other like nets.
"Oh fucking shit!" Duia blurt, when their mouths parted. "Your pecker's driving me insane!"
Her words provoked Peiton to power faster and harder, till his dick was a veritable blur of action.
"EEEahhhhhhhh!" She panted. Sinewy pulsations of lust threaded through her and deposited their exploding tremors in her brain. Her hips wheeled up and down crazily, despite the hardness of the floor.
Peiton circled his pecker around the sloshing cunt like a washing machine agitator. The sides of Duia's pussy pulsed with desire every time the throbbing head knocked against them. She tilt the pussy at a steep angle and let the prick plummet to the utter depths of her cunt, making her groan like a wounded bear. The aching pecker pounded the thin skin dividing her pussy from her belly. He was ramming so hard it appeared as if that's what he was trying to do.
Duia's finger dug and spiraled down the man's tight asshole burying it to the knuckle.
"OO Fuck! Ahhhh!" Peiton groaned, as he felt the slender finger worm into his asspit. He continued firing away like a backhoe, twirling into the fertile ground of her cunt.
At the same time his hand came under her peachy ass and found the well worked hole. It was slippery from sweat and come and his finger slid easily in and out, making Duia's body thrust up like a body on a trampoline.
"Fuck! Shit all mighty!" She blurt. "Boil my asshole out with your finger!" Tendons of lusty erotic zaps blew up her spine and exploded her flesh with pleasurable bliss. Her voluptuous body shook and trembled under the force of the tremendous fucking. Her luxuriant black hair flamed in the combo of sweat and the blasting pecker.
Duia's mountain of pure sex nerves was vibrating and humming like a beehive. Every time the huge plunger fired forward it rolled over the clutching clit and vibrated Duia to passion paradise. "EEEEEE!" She squealed with a frantic, frenzied tone.
"Here comes a real ripping thrust," Peiton growled out. He backed his hips way back then shot forward with all his strength, slicing his dong through the pearly gates of Duia's cunt lips, deep in the pleasure palace that stewed with boiling juice.
"UUUUU!" Duia cried. She jabbed her finger as far as it could possibly go in the tight, raw asshole.
"Ummmmmmm," Peiton groaned. His hips spasmodically leaped all around, poking and thrusting like a crazed pole in the trembling twat.
Their two bodies latched onto each other, hinged by the throbbing prick and the sucking cunt. Despite the wild fucking there was a strange rhythm to the whole thing. They seemed to know instinctually when the one would plunge and the other would thrust. It made the hot bodies look like a continuous wave of boiling sex action.
Duia's burgeoning orgasm bloomed from her core, starting as a little germinating tremble.
"OOO God fuck!" She moaned ecstatically.
The threshold of her pleasure womb burst like a sun and streamed its warm eroticism into her being.
"Ahhhhh," she squealed, as the throbs of her orgastic bomb blew through her, spreading its luscious pleasure to every nerve ending.
When Peiton heard the wild, passionate utterings of her orgasm, it quickened his pulse. His growling wad gathered at the gates, wanting to be liberated into the steaming, orgastic pussy of Duia.
"Oh shit. . . fuck . . . Cocksuck!" Duia yelled, as the full blossom of her climax flowered in glory. Her flesh was a burning, excruciating alteration between total bliss and total pleasure.
"EEEE UUUU OOOO HHHHH!" She panted.
Her passionate voice made Peiton kick it into high gear, plowing his plunger to the very depths of the quivering quim. His come canal burst open and steaming seed in his wad spurt into the fleshy heat of her twat.
"Ahhhgggg," he groaned ecstatically.
His come lathered the cunt with its goo. He kept frantically thrusting and fucking, mashing the come into the walls of the mushy cunt.
"OOOOOO it's all slippery . . . my pussy feels all gushy," she squealed delightfully.
He twist and wrenched his pecker in the gooey hole, making sure all the come was out. His withered prick popped out like a cork from a bottle.
As he got up off the trembling prisoner, his prick hung down like a wingless bird. Come streamed off the flaccid skin.
"Here, let me clean that off," Duia said.
They shuffled together so that Duia could fit the head prick in her hungry mouth. She licked all the remaining seed off, relishing the taste of the salty goo.
"Oh momma," he sighed. "That tongue drives me crazy!"
Duia licked and sucked the hot pistol, till it was clean as a whistle. She brought the prick from her mouth and held it in her hand.
"There, good as new," she said proudly.
The warden was silent. Duia took her eyes off him and licked her lips, licking off the last remnants of the seed.
He disappeared from her sight.. . she didn't care for all she wanted to do was steam in the soothing warmth of the passing orgasm.
Suddenly she heard his voice. "Now, the fun is over."
She looked up to see him standing, his hands on hips, his face stern like some Gestapo agent.
The change in his expression-in his very body tension sent chills of fright up her.
"W . . . what are you talking about?"
He glared down at her. "We had our little fun. I've spent a couple of wads in you. You've gotten off. Now, it's my turn to have some fun . . . You see, I like my action rough."
Duia was on her knees, her ass against her heels. The black patch of mystery was slick and wet. She watched as Peiton wheeled behind his desk and opened the top drawer. Out came a looped up whip that sent slivers up and down her body.
He stood before her. "Stand!" His voice was harsh and brutal.
Duia couldn't move. She was frozen in the sitting position as if her will had broken. He raised the whip above his head and whacked her with a full blast. "OOOO God," she moaned.
The whip slashed her arms which were covered over her head. The wicked instrument cut a thin blade-like line across her hand, making her writhe under the pain.
"Yeah, you got off on fucking but you think it's all fun, all pleasure without pain." He raised his arm and cut the air with the ugly weapon. It whacked across her neck, making Duia fly backwards as if her spinal cord had been suddenly cut.
"OOO shit stop stop . . . I'll suck your dick . . . I'll suck your balls . . . just stop pleasssseeeeee!"
The brutal warden began laughing. "You've already sucked my dick . . . you've sucked my dick and I've fucked you so what you say, all your promises don't mean anything . . . I'm in control of the situation. So fuck yourself," he spat.
And he whipped several more times, stinging her its with the razor end of the ugly weapon.
"Oh God, nonononono," she moaned over and over.
Blood began to stream down her tits, down her tits to the black bush of her twat. He had slashed her five times in the front of her body.
The pain arced through her, running her tendons with molten lead. She squirmed on the floor but didn't dare move for fear that the wounds would split open-open to the stinging air.
Her arms were spread on either side of her as if she had been knocked out. Tears streamed down her face.
Warden Peiton circled around her, peering down at her as if she were a wounded deer. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well, I'll fix that right quick."
He knelt down at her knees and held the butt end of the whip in the air. "This'll bring you out of your misery."
He stuck the end of the whip up her pussy and shoved it in as far as it would go.
Despite her pain, despite the agonizing pain that ravaged her body, the feeling of the whip up her cunt sent pulsing, electrical feeling of erotic bliss up her.
She groaned, half in pain, half in exotic delight.
Peiton wormed the butt end of the whip into her cunt, moving it slowly in and out as he watched her eyes.
She seemed as if she were in another world. The misting eyes floated in her sockets, her body was completely slack; as if she were asleep.
Peiton increased the motion. His arm was like a fiery blur, a blur that was trying to tear her pussy apart.
"Yeah, this whip can do wonders for you."
Although she seemed out of it, inside her-inside her body was a volcanic lava. The eruption of stinging pain and luscious pleasure coursed through her flesh, colliding and fighting like two Titans throwing the world between them.
She finally twist her body in response to the crazed warden. Radiating pulsations of lust swept up her and pumped her adrenalin full bore. She opened her mouth and emitted a high pitched whine as Peiton thrust the whip all the way through-all the way to the end of her cunt coral.
Her hips began gyrating up and down, pumping slowly at first. But as Peiton kept it going she picked up the tempo-overcoming the stinging pain that cut across her tits.
It was as if Peiton had gone insane. His eyes bulged, looking at the black pussy that was streaked with trickles of blood. He cocked his head to the side and watched the thick pink lips breathe in and out from the pressure of the whip handle. Little spews of pussy come flicked out. The whip reamer caused a vacuum of sorts, drawing out all the juices in her cunt.
At the same time Peiton lift himself a bit and bent over, clasping his mouth over one of her tits, gnashing his teeth, grinding them together, erupting another fountain of pain within her. He sucked the blood from the luscious mound before munching; clamping his jaws tight.
"Oh God, the pain, the pain!" she cried. Tears were streaming her cheeks.
Peiton's teeth dug through her flesh, sending excruciating pain through her. At the same time he fired the whip handle through her cunt, boiling it in lust and heat. The pussy muscles clutched at the whip handle, trying to draw it further and further into her puss pot.
But she couldn't fight off the mad warden who was latched onto her tit by the skin of his teeth, gouging and tearing into the flesh like a cannibal.
"Oh shit it feels good. Oh fuck the pain! Shit, fuck, O God it feels good, no it's painful shit!"
The alternating flashes of pain and pleasure collided in her being. Her flesh quivered and shook with tremulous force. She was inundated with sweat.
Peiton groveled at the tit, emitting low animal groans as he chewed through the flesh. She could feel the tips of his teeth break the skin and plunge into the spongy texture of the flesh.
"Oh stop warden, for god's sake, stop biting me!"
She tried shaking the head from her tit but all her efforts simply succeeded in digging the teeth further in.
She felt herself losing consciousness. The pain was excruciating.
Suddenly he let the tit go, letting it flop to the side. The fleshy bauble was ringed by his red teeth marks. He took the whip handle from her pussy and threw it aside.
"Now, look what you've done," he snapped, spit bubbling between his teeth.
Duia looked up and saw the warden pointing to his pecker that was erect in full manhood. It was throbbing with lust. Apparently the infliction of pain turned him on.
"Yeah, now you've got me all turned on and I'm going to have to do something about it."
He slid himself between her legs and guided his pecker into her cunt with his hand. She was so confused, she didn't know what was happening.
He drove his stake to the hilt and moved it all around, stirring up Duia's juices like a batter mix.
Her hips writhed, flying up in the air, catching every power drive in the full center of her luscious twat.
"Oh God, shit, oh Fuck!" she yelled in ecstatic confusion. The pain was overwhelming and she wanted to do anything to get rid of it. Her slim legs came behind Peiton and wrapped securely around him, forcing all his strength into her pussy fume.
Peiton's dick cut through the boiling juices like a hot knife through butter.
"EEEEAhhhhh!" Duia groaned.
Her juggling boobs slapped together like shutters in a storm. Their two bodies looked like well-oiled machines, grinding together in perfection. He lay flat on top of her, rubbing his chest against the points of her nipples. The whip cuts stung but she shook it off.
Her hands reached around his waist and pulled his ass tight to her. The two hands divided the crack on his butt and pulled hard, as if she was trying to tear him in two. Her feet laid flat on the bed with her knees bent, so she could power herself in the air and get his darting plunger deeper and deeper.
"Oh fuck. Oh Shit!" she yelled. Erotic rushes of pleasure nerves zoomed through her, turning her flesh into a quaking, fiery mass of gelatin bliss.
The blonde hairs of her pussy were matted down with sweat-sweat that forced out by the crazy, driving action of her hips and pelvis.
The bloated cockhead plowed along the top of her juicy pussy, drawing a line through the rippling muscles, as if it flew through the celestial dome of pleasure. The warden was in full motion, his hips thrusting up and down like a piston. Her strong pussy muscles massaged the dobber with delightful strokes. A cloudburst of erotic frenzy bombarded her flesh. Every pore in her body was on fire with lust.
"I could fuck you forever!" she panted.
The monstrous cock drove deep into the fleshy cauldron and whipped around like a cement mixer.
"Oh cocksuck! Fuck me till I'm as dry as a desert!"
His hips, prodded by the hand on his ass, were slicing the air with huge rippy thrusts. He'd pull back till his cock was just on the other side of her dripping lips, then plunge forward with all his strength he could muster, sending shivers of pulsating desire through her body. Her breath came in short staccato movements, like panting whispers, then when he let loose with a power drive, she'd groan out, "Ahhhhhhh!" The lusty tone filled the room with uncompromising lust.
Peiton's hands started working her tits like a baker kneading dough. Duia felt the spongy flesh squeeze through his fingers, sending a pounding desire through her. The pain that had been inflicted by the whip was subsumed by the utter pleasure driving through her flesh.
"Oh shit! Oh mighty God, fuck!" Her cunt was a blur of hair and flesh, vibrating like some crazed machine.
"You've got a fucking tight pussy!" Peiton panted. He rammed his stiff pole along the sides of the dripping twat, scraping her fleshy skin with the hot contour of his pulsing prick.
Giant, gliding bursts of Eros rose from Duia's core. A radiating spiral of primal lust whirled through her flesh, making her tremble with desire.
"Shit.. . Tooo fucking much," she moaned.
Their mouths embraced in a wild love lock. Duia thrust her tongue deep into Peiton's mouth. She measured every one of his cock thrusts with a prod from her tongue. It made her feel like she had a cock of her own.
When their mouths parted, she groaned out, filling the office with her lusty voice. The sweat from the two bodies rolled into each other, co-mingled, making the bodies slippery. Their two bellies rubbed and slid together, like liquid glass.
Powerful, throbbing jolts of erotic pleasure bolted through her body and exploded in her head, making her dizzy. She felt an ocean of pussy come swell within her twat, while the exploding pecker sailed through like a battleship.
Duia's fists were clenched around the back of the brutal warden. Her hips rocked up and down. She felt the huge cock rub up against the walls of her cunt, pro-voling her to the limits of her being.
"OOOOOOO!" she moaned hoarsely.
Her twat gushed like a fresh tapped oil well, sopping the dick with frothing juice.
"O shit! Get your balls in there! Fit your balls in!"
Duia reached down and managed to get her hands cupped around his bouncing nuts. She rubbed them against her pussy lips, realizing that they'd never fit. All she wanted was to fill her cunt with as much meat as possible. Her slit was bulging with the fullness of the man's shaft. Her hand came up off the balls and directed the prick to all the areas she wanted. She could make it go up and she could make it go down; the huge head skidding along the gushy flesh at the floor of her cunt.
With every heavy prod, her body contracted and expanded with sexual fever.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she blurt. "I'm coming!"
The orgasm ripped through her like a thunderstorm, drenching her flesh with the pounding rhythm of erotic bliss. The orgasm ripped through her like a thunderstorm, drenching her flesh with the pounding rhythm of erotic bliss. The orgasm became another person and drove the exhausted body of the prisoner on and on, her hips flaying the air like a windmill in a hurricane.
Peiton's pecker matched each thrust from Duia with three of his own, like a machine gone mad. The thick bullet shot through the foamed up cunt with uncountable rpm's.
"I can barely go on," he groaned in exhaustion.
Duia's orgasm started to subside when another one, more titanic, broke through her like water from a busted dam. It nearly swept her into unconsciousness.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" her voice shuddered with the force of her erotic breakthrough. Her total being gyrated with frenzied motion. Her flesh was a moist blur of skin that oozed with sexual orgasm.
Peiton's plunging derrick gushed through with a rich vein of thick come, spraying the shuddering walls of Duia's twat.
"Ahhhhgggg," he groaned, in total relief. He let the momentum from Duia's orgasm swirl his plunger into the combined love juices that stewed hotly in the bubbling pussy.
Slowly but surely the two sex organs ground to a halt and the warden's pecker plopped out, covered with the delicious juice of sexual pleasure.
Duia managed to roll on her belly and slide to the man's vibrating crotch. She lifted her exhausted head and soaked his pecker in her warm mouth.
"Oh Lordey," he sighed. "That tongue drives me crazy."
Duia licked and sucked the hot pistol, till it was clean as a whistle. She brought the prick from her mouth and held it in her hand.
"There, good as new," she said proudly.
She had been so beaten. She had been so turned on, that the conflicting emotions had made her temporarily insane. When she thought about it later she nearly threw up. Why she had licked his pecker after he had whipped her was beyond her comprehension.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next time Duia saw Ringo he asked her right off what had happened in the office. She couldn't answer him. She wanted to tell him but faltered in her speech, clutching the whole scene down in her gut.
"Com'on, tell me." Ringo was beginning to get adamant.
Duia looked at him with feared eyes. She wanted to sputter it out but couldn't do it.
"You fucked him didn't ya?" Ringo snarled. "You fucked him, then you sucked his pecker." The guard swung his hand back and whacked her across the cheek, knocking her to the floor of the cell.
"He fucked you didn't he!"
"He . . . he beat me with a whip," she stuttered. "He whipped me and made me suck his pecker."
Ringo kicked her ass. "You didn't have to. You didn't have to fuck the asshole!"
"But he whipped me.. . he forced me to fuck him.. . he forced me to fuck him and suck him."
"But you enjoyed it. I can tell that you just loved it!" Ringo was ranting, stomping in the cell like a wild buffalo.
"No . . . God no," she sobbed.
"Was he better than me? Was his cock a better lover than your daddy's?"
Duia began crying. Her head was thoroughly confused. She couldn't answer Ringo's interrogation. All she could do was lay on the floor, sobbing her eyes out.
She didn't notice Ringo unstrap his belt. His eyes were glaring red. He stood over her.
"You've been a bad girl. Suckin' another man's prick is the worst sin you could commit. But we'll just have to do a little punishin'. "
Up went his arm, the belt wavering in the air like an uncoiled snake. Duia didn't know it was coming. Her head was down, slowly shaking from side to side.
'Whack!' The belt stung her back, making her nerves stand on end.
"OOOOOO," she groaned. Her body slumped forward. The pain radiated from her back, shooting into her nerves like knives.
"Never again are you going to suck another prick!" He wheeled the belt back and fired it again with a vengeance.
"OOOO," she moaned. "Stop it please.. . Oh shit." A burning fire erupted through her spine, making her feel like Joan of Arc.
Ringo threw the belt to the side. "You cunts are all a-like. A big important prick comes along and you suck it without blinking an eye." He unloosened his pants. His pecker was stabbing the air like a steel rod.
"Now look at this hunk of meat.. . This is the cock you've got to suck!" He jabbed his groin in front of her slumped head. The cock rubbed through her hair and she slowly raised her head. The cock ran down her forehead, across the bridge of her nose and to her upper lip. She instinctually opened her mouth and let the pecker pass through to her warm cave.
At the same time he drove her backward against the floor, then twist himself and put his head near her twat. His hands flew wildly at the buttons on the uniform, popping them off as he dug through the material. Then with a quick movement he ripped them off as he dug through the material. Then with a quick movement he ripped the pants down, exposing the black pussy of his desire. When Duia swabbed the cock in the warmth of her
I mouth, he jabbed hard with his tongue, driving an electrical charge of lust through her flesh.
Duia's tongue pointed the hard cock with luscious strokes. It was a lot better to suck cock than to get whipped, that was for sure. Her mouth filled with the warm fluid of her hunger, drenching the pecker in a bath of delight.
Ringo lunged crazily as if he wanted his total being to be swallowed up by the slimy pussy. His hands reached up her flapping uniform and felt the burning flesh of her tits.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, in sexual delight. Her pelvis humped up into Ringo's mouth, shooting a stream of pussy come down his throat.
Her moist lips wrapped tightly around the thick prick shaft, wetting it with scrumptious goodness. Her long tongue played along the head, giving the prick all its warmth.
Duia's hands reached up and grabbed Ringo's hips, slowly guiding them down so that the prick eased further down her throat. Slowly but surely the pecker oozed into the glands of her throat.
Ringo's body shook with lustful heat. He magled his mouth into the pussy, chewing her hair and juice. fiery embers of pleasure burned through Duia's flesh like a brush fire. Her brain was soaked with lust, driving out all thought and replacing it with desire. She inched the huge pecker down and down her throat, clogging her food opening with the bursting flesh of the man's dong. His balls dangled down on her nose, giving her the full measure of their peculiar odor.
Ringo couldn't contain himself. He brought one hand from her tits and felt beneath her ass, till his finger was at the dry ass button. He shoved the finger in forcefully, jamming it to the knuckle.
Duia emitted a weird noise that was forced through' the thickness of the man's meat.
Her ass jumped and heaved. As she felt the finger squirm down the hole, explosions of pure lust burst through her core and radiated through her being.
His mouth was in constant motion, vibrating the wet pussy to sexual heaven. His tongue dove down, finding the full mound of bristling sexual nerves that was her clit. He rolled back and forth over it, sending lust shivers through Duia's being. Her body quivered with lust, as it bounced up and down on the hard floor
She returned the favor by sliding her finger down Ringo's ass crack until it was deposited in his ass-hole. She twisted her finger in like a screwdriver, making Ringo kick his hips back and forth, stabbing his pecker deep into his. His uncontrolled motion nearly caused Duia to choke but she steadied herself all right and let the prick play deep within her. Her tongue was a constant blur of action, sliding and licking the massive cock with delightful lust encouraging strokes.
His mouth gummed the pussy with wild abandon. His tongue probed all the dripping spaces of the luscious, vibrating pussy. His finger jabbed the asshole like a jackhammer, making her body twist and tremble with desire.
"MMmmmmm," she groaned, through the fleshy meat that was fucking her mouth. A rainstorm of saliva dripped on the throbbing prick, lathering it with fresh incentive.
Ringo's belly was lying flat on Duia's tits, rolling them around like ball bearings. Their two bodies sweat with the profuse sweat of sex. Rivulets of sweat poured from Duia's belly and rolled into her black hair, matting it down.
Ringo's tongue jabbed and sucked till her cunt was a glowing, slimy mass of pleasure. Her hips thrust up and up, trying to derive all the lustfull pleasure possible from the mans' oral fucking. He sucked like crazy, making noise fill the steaming air. The soft folds of her twat fluttered like wings about to take off.
She had his cock all the way down her throat. It looked as if she was going to swallow the thing. His hair was all mashed up against her lips and she clenched them playfully with her lips while his cock-head knocked against the sides of her throat. The pink tip of her tongue lathered the shaft with moist, warm dew.
Ringo's cock, that was completely surrounded on the mushy confines of Duia's mouth, couldn't restrain the aching come bag. It flew open suddenly and released a spray of drenching come down her throat and rolled into her belly, filling her with his seed.
He kept jabbing down, getting the withering prick deep within her. The come poured out like water through a busted dam. Her tongue swabbed the sticky seed from the cock opening, making sure it was all cleaned off.
Slowly she raised the wasted cock from her mouth as she kept swabbing it with her wild tongue. Drops of the seed fell on her cheek and lips.
"Uuuummmmm," she signed. "That tastes delicious."
Ringo kept sucking away like crazy. Duia's legs raised way up in the air, tilting her pussy at a strange angle so he could really plow his tongue deep within her.
"OOO shit, I...coming!"
Her orgasm exploded like an atomic blast, pounding and sizzling her flesh into a quivering mound of erotic bliss.
"Ahhhhhh!" she blurt. Her blazing body was inundated by the sweet god of Eros, who shot boiling lust arrows into her spine.
"EEEE," she groaned. The blast of orgasm blew through her body like a wild fire, setting all her nerves and pores into a blazing inferno. Her body shuddered with the erotic pulsations of sexual fire. She kept humping up with her hips, jamming and ramming the mushy flesh of her twat into Ringo's mouth, drenching him with hot boiling love flow.
"Ahhhhhhh," she sighed deliriously. The orgasm waved through her like a pebble thrown in a still lake. As it blushed up her flesh, Ringo lift his head and smiled at her.
"You like getting sucked off, don't you?"
"Yes . . . yes I do," she panted. Lust had broken out all over her in uncontrollable fire. All she could think about was having her 'daddy's' pecker up her ass.
Duia rolled over on her belly, looking back at Ringo. She spread her ass buns. Then said, "I bet if you look real hard, you can spot my ass-hole."
"Oh shit. Don't tell me you want to ass fuck!" Ringo laughed good naturedly. He pat her petite ass, all his anger had been drained by the sucking.
"There's some cold cream in my vanity case. Go get it," she said.
Ringo stood and retrieved the jar. Then he came back to the hot woman.
He leaned down and took a dot of the cream and whapped it into her ass-hole.
"Ahhhh," she sighed. "It feels good."
"Yeah, it's real cold cream, so when my hot pecker gets in there it'll feel real good."
"Mmmmm, just talking about it makes my pussy run with juice."
His finger worked in the ass-hole, working it all around so that the hole was slippery and ready for his hard throbbing pecker.
"Just lie there the way you are. I'll just slip into that ass-hole of yours like there's nothing to it."
Duia lay flat on her stomach, spreading her legs wide, revealing the crinkled crack of her ass-hole. Ring leaned forward, after applying a bit of the cream on his cock.
The big prick hovered at the ass door, probing around teasingly.
"Shit all mighty," Duia bellowed, "shove that fucking prick in there!"
He shot forward, slicing the ass-hole with a mighty thrust from his prick.
"Ahhhhhhh," Duia groaned, like a wounded animal. Ringo leaned up against her fine ass, his sweating hair mashed up against the peachy surface, his prick buried to the hilt in the roundness of her bowels.
His pecker investigated the hollow place of her ass pit, banging against one wall, then the other.
"OOO Ahhhhh," she moaned.
Ringo's big pole moved furiously in and out of the tight space. He grabbed her soft buns and spread them wide to get a better crack at it. At the same time Duia thrust her butt up, making the prick dig deep into the recesses of the ass.
Her blood was rushing like a great backwash of hot water, all flowing into her brain and coating it with an erotic thunder burst. A great burst of sexual pleasure swept through her like a hailstorm. It was hot lust hail that bombarded her every fiber with the erotic sense.
She played her hands on her tits and rubbed them, while at the same time rolling her nipples on the floor of the cell. Her cunt was pressed tight against the tile, drooling its fluid into the hard surface.
"UUUUAhhhhh," she panted, as the huge prick zapped into the muscular confines of her vibrating ass. The cream made the prick slip and slide with uncontrollable fury.
Ringo laid on top of Duia, pressing his chest against her back. His hands played with her long, luxuriant blonde hair, curling it in his fingers.
He thrust his hips with all his might, ramming his dick like a piston. The throbbing pecker zoomed to the far wall of her ass cavern, crashing it like he was trying to knock it down.
"O God! God!" she groaned. The furious motions of Ringo's tool, combined with her own tit manipulation gave her massive strokes of pleasure.
"Hold on lady, 'cause I'm burstin' through!" He pulled his dick to the very end so that it was barely poking in, then heaved with all his might, shooting hot, raw splinters up her spine. "OOOOOO," she wailed.
A beauteous warmth glowed throughout her being. A bathing tide pool of rough hot ass sex was just the thing to make her forget the terrible beatings she had received.
Ringo kept pounding away like crazy, mashing his pecker all around the deep hole.
"It's so fucking tight," he growled, "I hope it doesn't bite my prick off."
"Don't worry about that," she spurt. "Just keep on fucking!"
Ringo's machine gun action was blasting Duia to sexual heaven. His balls crashed into her flesh, dangerously close to crushing them.
Threading, vapors of erotic bliss swam through her blood and pumped tingling sensations to every inch of her flesh.
She felt Ringo's hands sneak under her uniform and find the fleshy mounds of her tits, which were pinned against the floor. It made her body shiver and shake with unrelenting lust. It was as if she was trying to fly herself up the top of the room by pushing her body upwards. Pulsing, ripping tides of lust fever shocked her being into pure bliss.
"Ahhheeeeoooooo," she shrieked.
Slowly but surely Ringo lift himself up so Duia could get on her hands and knees. He was blowing her asshole like piece of dynamite, thrusting and jetting forward like a mother-fucker.
When she wasn't on all fours she began massaging her hot pussy. The pussy that wanted nothing more than to have a big, pulsing cock up it. She settled for her finger, dabbing it into the crack between her thin cunt lips.
"UUuuuu," she sighed in ecstasy.
Her finger traveled up the cunt aqueduct, as a flush of love flow came rolling down on it. Her hips began twitching like crazy as she beat herself off.
"Ahhh fuck," she moaned.
Ringo's dobber shot straight ahead, while the woman's ass described circles around and around. The cream all in her hollow pit squished and squashed under the constant pressure of the voracious fucking.
Duia's orgastic bomb burst exploded with tremulous force, wracking her being with erotic goodness.
"OOOOO Ahhhhhhh," she moaned in ecstasy.
Fiery sensations of lust snaked through the prisoner and sent her to sexual paradise.
"EEEaahhhhh," she blurt.
Ringo hammered harder and harder as he heard the squealing moans of the orgastic woman. His come corral filled with his steaming seed and pranced at the gate, ready to burst through to the deep recesses of the ass pit.
"Fuck! OOOOO Fuck!" she yelped. The trembling explosion of her bomb sent splinters of ecstasy shooting through her.
Her head reeled with the force of her sexual release, as if a million tiny hammers were forging blinding sparks of lust, whirling them to ever part of her body.
"AhhhhOOOOAhAhAhAH!" Her voice boomed out its pleasure, echoing off the walls. Her firm, muscular waist looked like a belly dancers, ripping back and forth.
"Agggggg," Ringo boomed out, as his come bag broke and his steaming seed splattered up into her ass. He hammered and thrust, mashing all the come around the muscular confines of the ass pit.
"Oh shit! Mmmmmm, there's nothing better than a ripping ass-fuck," she sighed.
The two of them were breathing heavily, as Ringo drew his pecker from the ass and laid on the floor. He was huffing and puffing. "I'm kinda sorry that I hurt you . . . whipped you an' all but you understand that I had to do it."
Duia didn't answer him. She gave herself into the burning eroticism of her ass. Yes, she didn't like him beating her and didn't understand it. But at least he got some fucking out of it.
She turned and looked at Ringo. He was flipping his pecker back and forth. It hung with heavy sticky cream and come. The two substances were indistinguishable. He smiled at her.
"I gotta get back to work in another te minutes . . . think we could fuck within ten minutes?"
Duia's flesh stood on end. Another fuck! She had never had it so good on the outside. She greedily nodded her head without saying a word.
Then she said. "Sure it's all right if you stick the pecker up my twat just after you've poked my ass-hole with it.. . isn't that dirty?"
He laughed. "Well, com'on girlie.. . com'on over here and suck it clean . . . that'll take care of that problem."
Duia didn't think twice about it. She slid over and dipped her mouth over the creamy pecker, cleaning the surface off with broad swipes from her tongue. The tingling taste of her ass cling to the dick but she ignored it, cleaning the pecker for all her worth.
Not only was she cleaning it but she was also getting it hard for its eventual descent into her cunt.
"That's a magical tongue you've got there," he laughed.
The cock rose to its full manhood. Then Duia slid back on the floor and split her legs apart. The bottom half of her uniform was completely off, but the top part was still on. For some reason it seemed to turn Ringo on more to see her thus.
He divided her legs with his body, positioning his pecker at the entrance of her twat.
"I'm really goin' to fuck you good . . . I'll show you that the warden may have a better position than me but I got the better cock and that's what counts."
The big cockhead rubbed along the surface of the tight pussy, tickling the sex nerves of Duia.
"Shove it in! Fuck all mighty! Fire the fucking thing in!"
Ringo leaned forward and slowly screwed the prick into the gushing well of pussy come.
"Uuuuu," Duia groaned.
Suddenly, Ringo fired full force, driving his prick to the utter depths of her twat.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she blurted. A fiery spate of passion blew up her spine and exploded in her head.
Ringo was heaving his hips like a wild man. She got control of her shaking legs and wrapped them around his ass, clinching the pecker deep and solid within her.
His hands crawled up the top of her uniform and grabbed the flopping mounds of flesh that were her tits. He rubbed all his warmth into them, making sure he tweaked and pinched the rosy tips of her nipples.
"Ahhhhh," she cried.
His pecker poked the fleshy, gushing confines of the prisoner's pussy like a piston. Her body was leaping and twisting on the floor. Despite the fact that it was uncomfortable she ignored the inconvenience. Blowing thunder of the vibrating prick made her forget all about the comfort. All she wanted was the feeling of the driving pecker ramming and jamming the drooling flesh of her twat.
He was no artist when it came to fucking, that was for sure. It was just brutal, raw animal sex-the kind that occurs between dogs in the park; the males eyees mad with lust.
As he continued her frenzied pelvic movements he dug deep through the slosh and foam of her cunt and they held his cock in tight, like a cork in a bottle, letting her rippling pussy muscles massage the bone hard meat. Then he brought it out quickly, plowing it two or three slicing motions, then repeating the cock action.
"O God, what pleasure! I can't stand it!"
Her hand was blasted by the hot coals of lust that blew through her veins like a flesh fire. Her arms were flapped to the side, flaying the air with every fevered thrust from the grunting man.
"EEahhhoooo!" she blurted, as the pecker zoomed through the mush hole of her cunt.
"Am I better than the warden?" he groaned. He pulled his pecker out so that the head was at the entrance of her pussy lips. Then he restated the question. "Is my fuckin' better than the wardens?"
Duia was in such sexual fever she almost didn't hear him. But by the tone of his voice she realized that he wanted assurance.
"Yes, of God, yes," she blurted.
Then Ringo slashed forward, crashing his pecker to the furthest limits of her cunt domain.
"OOOOOAhhhhh," she moaned luxuriously.
The dick battered all the walls of the pussy cave, exploding each one in the heat of sexual lust.
"Does my cock taste better?" he panted. Again, he pulled the pecker out till it was tantalizingly snug against the doors of pleasure.
"Yes, yes . . shit your cock tastes like top sirloin!"
Bam! He powered his cock deep within her, stirring the boiling juices, heating them till they were vaporized into cunt smell. He shot the dick four times in quick succession, then pulled it out as previously done. Duia lurched upward with that black pussy, trying to devour the teasing prick.
"And whose come tastes better, mine or the wardens?"
"Yours, yours," she panted. "For God's sake yours. Now give me it all!"
Every nerve and muscle in Ringo's body tightened then broke, springing it forward into the drooling cunt of the young prisoner.
Her orgiastic bomb detonated and blew a monstrous hole through her being. The hole was immediately filled by lust pleasure that bloomed and spiraled with depth and whirling colors. Her head was a vast play of sensuous delight that streaked across her mind like a flock of multi-colored birds; flapping and squaking their sexual bliss.
"EEEEEEAAhhhhhhhh!" she bellowed. The tremor of her climatic earthquake shook and burned her being under a cascade of pleasurable bliss. Ringo increased his stroking pecker, stroking the fires of his lust by watching the writhing, orgastic woman slide and shake in the throes of climax. Her tits flapped together in spasmodic motions. Her legs were clinched tight around his ass, flexing with all her might, helping shove the big pecker to the utter depths.
"OOOOOO Shit! Fuck to God. My skin is on fire!" The tingling nerves contained in the slippery flesh were all on fire; the fire of sexual lust.
Her pussy bumped and jumped up and down, as if it were one big muscle in itself, contracting the pecker to the deep recesses of the mush pot.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. His come bond broke and shot forth with a bursting wad that splattered against the vibrating, rippling muscles of the woman's pussy.
"UUUUUUUU," she moaned. "It feels all gushy up there! Soooooo good!"
Ringo plastered away, mixing the goo slosh of his come with the sticky, oozing substance of the woman's love flow.
"Keep pounding it." she cried, beside herself with lusty desire.
"I'll pound it all right! I'll ram all the come together!"
He had a crazed expression on his face as if another being had entered him. He poked with a fever and fierceness that startled the woman into hot pursuit of his playing dick. Her hips arched up and down like a machine gone mad.
His cock was thrusting so hard that globs of come spurt out her cunt and onto the floor.
"OOOOO God! OO Fuck! OOOOO Shit!" Her climax surged through her with tidal power, sweeping her flesh and blood with uncompromising pleasure.
Slowly but surely the prick slithered out of the hole and flopped between his legs.
Duia was still writhing and twisting her body on the floor. Seeing her, Ringo couldn't restrain himself. He got down on his knees and slopped up her cunt, gobbling down mouthfuls of the combined come.
"UUUUUU," she moaned, beside herself with want.
His whole mouth gummed and munched in the mushy twat.
"Oh fuck . . . give me some of that good stuff," Duia groaned.
Ringo slurped up a mouthful of the commingled slop, then raised his body. He went over to Duia and bent over her, while she opened her mouth to receive the libation. He squirt a steady stream of the hot stew in her mouth, which she accepted like a sacrament.
The juices filled her mouth which swirled around like a mouthwash, then let it slink down her throat.
"MMMMMMMMM," she sighed. "That was good."
They hadn't noticed the visitors. The other three women were in the cell, watching the action; their expressions of jealousy prominent on their pretty faces.
"Pretty cozy I'd say," Peri piped.
Both Ringo and Duia looked up simultaneously to see the three women looking down at them with their hands on hips.
"Shit, how long have you cunts been standin' there," Ringo snarled. A bit of come dripped from his lips.
"Enough to see that you two have been having fun," Peri spit back.
"Well," Ringo groaned, as he struggled to his feet, "as you can see, Duia has fit in just nice in our little family."
He exposed his cock to the women, hanging it out his pants, as if teasing them. He slid it into his pants and zipped up.
"I've got to get to work," he grunted. He walked past the three women and left the cell, leaving the four girls to themselves.
Duia pulled her prison garb up over her sleek pussy, pretending not to notice the women who were creeping closer to her.
"How come daddy's always with you so much? Huh? How come you've become the favorite?" There was bitterness in the voice of Kathy.
Duia looked up at them. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't think he's playing any favorites. Why would you say that?"
"Because every time we see you, you're fucking him that's why," Rocky spit.
Duia was wary of the tone of these women. They seemed itchy, as if they hadn't fucked for a couple of days.
"Yeah Duia, I think it's time you, as our little sister, got your come uppance," Peri said.
The other two grunted their approval.
Duia flashed her eyes to each of their faces. All she was was hate. Hate and revenge.
They came forward as Duia scooted backward on her ass toward the wall.
"Don't you do anything or Ringo will find out."
Peri began laughing. "Are you going to tell him anything? Huh? You do and it'll be all over for you."
Duia didn't protest anymore. She had pinned herself against the wall and was now easy pickings for the revenge filled women.
Peri, the big Amazon, leaned down and pulled her leg, pulling her out to the middle of the room. Rocky grabbed her arms, as Kathy ripped her uniform off. She ripped the buttons off, popping them one by one. Then she reached and pulled the bottoms off, exposing the recently fucked pussy.
"God, look at this," Kathy squealed. "Daddy's come is all squirming in her pussy hair."
The other two laughed.
Kathy leaned down and grabbed a fistful of Duia's hair and ripped it from her groin.
"Awwwww!" she screamed, as she felt the dark roots rip from her flesh. She began squirming her body this way and that, trying to fight off the clutching hold of the two other women.
Kathy held the little clump in the air. A few sticky remnants of Ringo's come clung between the strands.
"Make her eat it!" Peri ordered.
Kathy leaned down, flushing Duia's own pussy hair in front of her face.
"Eat it," Kathy said.
Duia closed her mouth and shook from side to side. Kathy crammed the clump of hair in between her lips, forcing her jaws apart.
She tried with all her might but she couldn't prevent the efforts of Kathy to shove the pussy hair into her mouth. She tried swallowing it down but it clung in the throat, making her gag.
"Haha, she can't swallow it," Rocky laughed.
Kathy left the coughing Duia and retrieved a long, thin hat pin. This was a six inch, silver blade that she held in front of Duia's frantic eyes.
"This thing is going up your pussy," she said.
Duia was paralyzed by the sight of the needle. She tried gagging the hair down her throat but it was stuck.
Kathy leaned down by her pussy and separated her lips with her fingers. Slowly but surely she slid the needle into the pussy.
Duia felt the stiletto like blade crease her cunt, turning her on a bit. She began gyrating her hips but when she started doing that the sharp point of the needle stabbed the sides of her cunt.
"Oh God, why are you doing this," she panted.
"If your cunt gets cut up a bit maybe you'll think twice about fucking Ringo," Rocky growled.
The point of the needle stabbed one side, driving pain into her bones.
Kathy moved the needle back and forth. Then she drew it out and poked the sharp point all around the puffy pussy lips.
"Oh God, no no," Duia groaned.
Kathy poked tiny holes in one cunt lip, then did the same to the other flesh door, sticking a flush of pain into Duia's being.
Rocky began laughing. "She won't dare squirm around with that needle near her pussy." She let go of Duia's arms and pulled her pants down. She rubbed a hand through her cunt hair, straddling over the face of the young prisoner.
"You're going to eat my pussy. You're going to eat it and turn me on," she growled.
Duia looked up and saw the thick slit above her head. Down it came, as Rocky squat down, as if she were going to take a shit in some field.
Duia had no choice but to open her mouth and accept the full lips of the pussy, fearing that Kathy would skewer her pussy with the long needle.
The pussy come flushed out her mouth and she began eating it out, sticking her tongue deep within the well of the cunt, despite herself. She had never sucked another woman's pussy before and the thought of it disgusted her. The feeling of having a pussy flush against her mouth was so strange she really didn't know how to react.
"Mmmmmmm," Rocky sighed, "this chick has got a long tongue," She began moving back and forth, sliding the pussy back and forth against the mouth of Duia.
Duia moved her tongue all around the strange orifice and suddenly received a flush of come juice which poured down out from the roof of the puss and into her mouth. It nearly choked her but she was able to gobble it to her gut.
Peri caught Kathy's attention. "Stick that thing up her ass-hole. She ought to get a charge out of that."
And the woman complied. She took the needle and split the ass buns apart with her fingers.
"God, it smells like cream."
"Aw, she probably got fucked in the ass by daddy," Peri commented.
"Well, she'll think twice about that when I shove this pin up it."
She found the brown button and slid the needle through, slicing it forward slowly.
Duia humped her ass in the air. The move had taken her by complete surprise. When she jerked she blew her mouth into the gushing confines of Rocky's pussy.
"Ahhhhhh," Rocky groaned. "Shove that needle further in. She really gives me a jolt with that mouth of hers, when you do it."
Kathy complied by screwing the needle around and around like an acupuncturist. The weapon went further and further up the asshole, giving Duia the utter feeling of pain. To divert herself-to make her concentrate on something other than the jabbing needle, she thrust her tongue deep into the cunt of Rocky, thrusting it up with all the power contained in her mouth.
"UUuueeee," Rocky blurt. "That's the way to do it. Shove that fucking tongue of yours way up. Pretend that the tongue is daddy's cock."
Duia twist the tongue all about, twisting it deep into the luscious linings of the pussy.
Meanwhile, Kathy continued to push the needle further in till it was lodged against the far wall of Duia's ass pit.
"Should I shove it all the way through?" She said loudly. "Should I poke it through that thin flesh between her ass and womb? That ought to give her a thrill!"
Peri laughed. "Yeah, she'd really shit out all those abortions then.. . But we can't kill her.. . what would we do with the body?"
Kathy teasingly poked the ass flesh, lightly touching it with the point of the needle.
Despite the pain, despite the fact that every time she moved the needle gouged a bit more flesh from her ass, she couldn't help lifting her ass and humping it, as if the needle were a big cock.
Rocky leaped further down on the mouth, flattening the pussy lips along the lips of Duia. Her tongue was doing a bit of double-time. Gushing wells of pussy flow emptied into her mouth and down her throat. She was wondering when it would end, when the women would leave her alone and let her be.
But it was a pointless question to ask; like Warden Peiton and Ringo, these women were in total control. What could she do with a needle six inches long, up her ass?
Peri let go of her legs and stood to the side of the young prisoner. She pondered on what kind of punishment she could inflict. She was staring at Duia's tits. Of course.
She went to her bunk and fooled around in her goody box. Back she came with a handful of small straight pins.
"See these girlie? Your tits are going to pay for their availability to daddy."
'O God, why shit why?' Duia thought. She wanted to scream out at her tormentors. She wanted to take her high heeled shoes and shove them up each one of their pussy's. But she couldn't say anything with Rocky's twat plastered across her mouth.
The cunt odor was reeking in her nostrils. It made her sick to smell and taste the strange brew but she had no choice.
Peri kneeled by her tits and picked a pin from her hand. She placed the rest on the floor.
"This ought to make you respect your elders a little more."
She grabbed Duia's tit in the full of her hand and squeezed the flesh between her fingers. She slowly stuck the pin into the full of her fulsome tit.
"MMMMggm," Duia groaned, opening her mouth in utter pain. A huge waterfall of pussy come spilled down into her mouth making her choke. Pain blew through her tit and into her brain, blinding her to all thoughts. The pin stuck awkwardly from the tit as Peri retrieved another one. She pinched Duia's nipple between her fingers and stuck the sharp end of the tiny weapon into the tiny hole of the nipple.
"You ain't ever going to have milk spurt out these tits anyway," she snorted.
In went the pin, into the nipple, while Duia writhed in awesome pain. Every move she made, forced the-needle up her ass to poke and stab all around the muscle.
Yet, she couldn't restrain herself. It was all torture, And she couldn't prevent it.
Peri picked up another needle and shoved it into the tit, jabbing deep into the tissue and muscle of her boob.
Duia tried shaking the effects but it was no good. There was a needle up her asshole, there was a cunt splattered on her mouth and there were pins sticking in her tits. The pain was overwhelming. She was inundated by the cascading blur of utter terror.
Kathy drew the needle from her asshole and held it up in the air. "Look at the cream on this thing. Or is it come? Huh Duia? Is that daddy's come that's clinging on this needle?"
Duia could hear her but she couldn't see. Her eyes were covered with the slimy cunt of Rocky. All she could see were the tight buns of the woman's ass.
"Yeah," Rocky said, "it looks like she really digs that ass fucking . . . " Suddenly, she stood up, pulling the twat from the mouth of Duia, causing a suction noise.
"If you like asses so much, stick your tongue up mine," she ordered. Rocky opened her ass buns with her hands, then squat down again, pointing the crinkled button down on top of the woman's mouth.
Duia stuck her tongue straight out of her mouth, stiffing it with every fiber in her being. Down the ass came, planting directly on the stiff tongue. Rocky screwed the ass down. Duia's tongue stuck between her tight asshole, dipping into the ass pit.
"Uuuuu," Rocky sighed delightfully, "it feels so good."
She dipped up and down, just enough so that the tongue would not pop out from her ass pit.
At the same time Kathy drew the hatpin around her belly, cutting a ritualistic round of concentric circles around her belly button. She drew a little blood, which she promptly swiped away with her tongue.
"Should I ram this thing through her gut?" She asked.
Peri laughed. "Yeah, you should shove it in and skewer her innards . . . But we don't want to have a dead cunt on our hands."
Duia thought it was all a nightmare. Never had she experienced so much terror. Her nerves were stunned into silence. She could no longer feel the pain . . . she could feel nothing.
She could feel nothing but the tight ass that was bouncing up and down on her tongue. The smelly, tangy taste of the ass revolted her. It was as if Rocky had recently taken a shit and had forgotten to wipe. She wanted to throw up but she couldn't throw up. She knew if she did she'd have a needle deep within her flesh.
"You know what," Kathy said playfully. "You know what's wrong with this needle? It's not sterilized." She retrieved a book of matches and lit one. Then she slid the needle through the flame, heating it till it was white hot. The needle glowed as she positioned it at the entrance to Duia's pussy. Then she pushed it forward, sliding the needle into the already hot cunt.
At the first contact with the miniature branding iron, Duia's nerves snapped to attention. Then they broke out in chaotic frenzy, trying to escape from the tingling, burning flesh.
The pain shot through her spine. The while hot needle seared her flesh making it quiver a million times a second.
Peri took another pin and stuck it into the other nipple. Duia twist her body, writhing under the utter devastation of the terror.
Her tongue dug deep into the ass pit, screwing into the cavern, the muscular, empty cavern.
"That's right honey, shoot your tongue up that hole . . . The next time daddy wants to fuck your ass you remember where your tongue has been."
The woman squat further down, continuing to pull her ass buns wide apart so the tongue would be unimpeded.
"Ahhhhmmmmm," Rocky moaned.
Suddenly, Peri jumped up. "Fuck, I heard a noise. Someone's coming!"
The three women quickly leapt up, pulling all the pins, needles, and asses from Duia. They pulled the dazed prisoner out of view from the corridor and waited as a female guard paused at the entrance.
"Where's Duia Graham?" She snapped.
"Uh," Peri said, "she's not here."
"Where is she?"
"I think she's in the cafeteria."
"Well, she's wanted in the administration office."
Peri promised that she'd give Duia the message. When the guard had gone the three women circled around Duia.
"Get dressed and hustle your ass up to administration."
Duia was still stunned. But the opportunity to leave the insanity of the three women perked her up.
She dressed and managed to crawl to the administration office. Every move was accompanied by incredible pain. The needle points prodded and stabbed her as she made her way to the administration office. She wasn't even thinking why she was wanted in administration, such was her pain.
The warden was waiting for her. He locked the door after Duia was inside. He had a big smile on his face.
"God, I hope you're as horny as I am," he panted.
Duia about fainted. But she figured that maybe her pain would dissipate if she got into some hot fucking.
Peiton put his hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them down her prison uniform till he had a firm grip on her tit.
"You sure that you're up to this," she sighed.
"What?! Are you challenging my manhood?" He seemed indignant. "I'll show you have strong I am."
He picked Duia up and placed her on the chair. Then he ordered her to strip. She did so in front of him, soon revealing her glowing flesh.
The warden dropped his pants, his pecker standing straight up like a rocket on a launch pad.
He took her hands and put them on his shoulders, then said, "Now squat on my dick."
Duia lowered herself down and forward until her pussy lips were tantalizingly resting on the head of the throbbing pecker.
"Com'on," she said slowly, "ram that fucking thing up there."
Prompted by the prisoner he jammed upwards, while at the same time Duia dropped down so that the prick and cunt pounded into each other like a piston and cylinder.
"OOOOO," Duia moaned. Her lusty voice reverberated throughout the office.
"Uuuuuu," Peiton groaned. His prick was flooded with a tidal flush of come that gushed from Duia's pussy. In a second his pecker was a slick rod, jamming the vibrating twat to sexual heaven.
"Ahhhhhhh," Duia sighed, as the pecker wound around her pussy like a hungry snake. The pulsing pecker rammed to the furthest domain of her quivering quim, sending hot arrows of lust shooting through her.
Peiton pumped his hips like a piston, jamming and ramming the throbbing pecker through the gushing pulsations of Duia's pussy. Surprisingly, there was little pain from the terror of the needle. If there was she couldn't feel it through the waves of pleasure.
"Oh God, I can feel those rippling muscles of yours do their work!" Peiton blurt in ecstasy.
Their bodies were gyrating together like a well precisioned machine. Peiton could feel the lake of pussy come spill out between her lips and drool down his legs. The feel of her cunt flow excited him beyond words. He humped up and down like a mother-fucker, shooting hot lust embers through Duia.
"Feel my tits! Feel 'em all up!" She moaned in ecstasy.
The warden's hands came up and grappled onto the swinging bulbs of delight, squeezing the flesh through his fingers.
"UUUU, that's right. Pinch my nipples, they're all yours."
His warm hands felt so much better than the little pins, that she gave in to the warden, letting him have the full power of her sex. It was as if she had new life.
Peiton's fingers slipped over the hard diamonds that were her nipples and squeezed them, sending pounding Eros rushing through the woman.
"Ahhhhh," she groaned in ecstasy.
Peiton kept rubbing them, then pulled his head forward and clinched one of the tits in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the vibrating nipple. At the same time he took his hand and wrapped them around the woman's firm ass, making the contact between pecker and cunt even harder.
"Of fuck! You're ripping my cunt apart!"
"I'll do more than that!"
His hand slipped down her sweaty ass crack and found the little asshole.
"Oh God yeah, ram my asshole," she moaned. His finger would dissipate the ugly memory of the needle up her ass.
Peiton rammed his finger through the slippery hole, causing her body to thrust forward, sending the pecker way up the steaming pussy.
"Ahhhhh," she blurt, in the throes of lust fever.
The two distinct streams of erotic nerves; from her pussy and asshole, raced up her being and exploded in her head like dynamite.
Peiton's thrusting pecker zoomed all throughout the cunt cavern, while his mouth enveloped her tit with saliva. He loved the taste of tits, the meaty flesh flavor made his dong stronger and faster. His finger rammed through the little crevice that was her asshole. He could feel her ass quiver and vibrate with thrilling action.
Duia started revolving her hips in a circular fashion, while Peiton shot straight up and down.
"Oh fuck, oh shit," she moaned.
The bulging pecker was running directly over her clit, sending her to sexual heaven.
Their bodies slammed up and down against each other with maniacal force. A large whiff of cunt odor filled the room, making Peiton delirious with lust. He sucked half the large tit in his mouth, filling his cheeks with their fleshy magnificence. Duia arched her chest around, twisting the tit all around his mouth.
His finger dug into her ass pit, shoving it as far in as possible. He twist it around like a corkscrew, making Duia jerk back and forth spasmodically.
"Ahhhhoooo," she groaned passionately. Sweat was rolling off her body, making it all slippery.
"Keep poking my ass!" she blurted.
Peiton's finger shot back and forth, in and out, like crazy, sending lust shivers up her spine. Her cunt was a veritable flood of pussy flow, lubricating the thirsting cock with its delicious juice. Exploding cannonballs of feverish lust boomed throughout the warden. Every time he humped upwards a stream of erotic juice pulsed through him.
She'd get real low on the pecker then circulate the cunt all around like a washing machine. Peiton kept ramming up and down like a jackhammer.
"OOOOAhhhhh," Duia squealed. Her whole being vibrated to the tremulous fucking. She could barely keep fucking on the chair.
"Hold on . . . catch me, honey, I'm flying through the air!"
Before Peiton knew what was happening Duia flew out at him. He reflexively caught her as her legs wrapped around his ass, her heels digging in. Peiton's finger was still jabbing into her ass pit, bringing their two groins jungle to jungle.
With belly dancing movements, Duia jerked back and forth, wanting the pulsating pecker deep into her mushy cunt.
"Oh God! Ohhhhahhhh," Duai groaned. A tidal flush of womanly come poured down on the pounding dick, making it slippery hot.
Peiton's mouth came down on the other tit, sucking luscious pleasure into the woman.
His old muscles bulged under the strain of carrying the woman but that turned him on even more. He could see himself as if at a distance, hauling the well built woman in the air. He felt powerful and indomitable. This feeling of strength transferred to his jamming prick. It felt like a steel pole, whamming into a mushy bog.
"EEEeeahhhhh," Duia cried. Her passionate, animal moans pervaded the office and filled Peiton with lusty desire. She just wanted to fuck and fuck to the limit and then some.
His body strained under the ferocious movement of her liquid body. She was like a machine out of control. The core of her being radiated with lusty heat. Her flesh was aflame with pleasurable poundings of erotic pulsations. Her pussy lips drooled with the juice of her sex.
"Ream my asshole. Get it all raw!" she splurt, as if possessed.
The warden was still chewing away on her tit, sucking the thing deep into his mouth. He jammed forward with his finger, blowing the ass button wide open with a mighty thrust.
"Eeeeahhhhh," she moaned.
Peiton could feel his massive dick probe all around the pussy, touching all the dripping fleshy sides with its thick meat. He could hardly believe his own strength that thrust up through the gushy twat.
Finally, he released the tit, letting it flop in the air like a bird. A big red wing circled where he had sucked.
"That's a mighty tasty tit you've got there."
"Eat all you want," she panted.
"I've had enough of that . . . I want your mouth now!"
She leaned her head forward and gave him her luscious mouth.' Their tongues curled around each other like oily snakes. They exchanged each other's saliva like a libation.
"Mmmmmmm," they garbled together, through the fullness of their mouths.
The warden could feel the clot of come gather for its ecstatic explosion. At the same time Duia's orgastic climax twisted inside her like a tornado. It swirled through her being with unremitting force.
"OOOAhhhggggg," she groaned, through the fullness of the embraced lips.
Flashing, blinding, hurtling bombardments of erotic pleasure shot through her with unleashed fury. Her body shook and quivered under the attack of lust arrows.
"OOOAHHHHH!" she squealed. Their mouths broke apart, their breaths heavy pants of passion.
Peiton's wad gathered at the gate, biting at the bit. He kept pumping for all his worth into the groaning, trembling pussy of the orgastic woman.
Suddenly his bolt took off, shooting through his throbbing pecker and spraying the drenched twat with its boiling heat.
"Ahhhggggg," he groaned ecstatically. The come smeared the walls of her cunt with sticky goo. His cock kept pounding away, twirling all the juices together into a mushy stew.
"Keep it in there as long as possible!" she cried out passionately.
Peiton kept hammering away even though his pecker was falling fast. His cock was slickened with the commingled juices then plopped out between her cunt lips.
"Ahhhhhh," they both signed together. The panting Duia dismounted, holding the limp pecker in her palm.
MWhy don't you lick it clean," the warden said.
Duia got down on the oiled prick, slowly rubbing her tongue over the entire surface, gobbling all the come up. It was as if she had become addicted to come. Whenever she smelled it her salivating glands would begin secreting.
"That's it," Peiton sighed. "Just rub that tongue of yours all over that prick."
Duia wasn't on her knees. Instead, she was bent over, sucking the prick clean. She didn't notice the warden's expression change from one of utter delight to one of hate and revenge. What she didn't know was that the warden was a madman. Whenever he was turned on he couldn't be turned off. He couldn't be turned off till he had inflicted pain. When he saw someone in pain his body would break the threshold of his sexual being, dissipate, and then he would be able to continue on his day to day activities.
He waited till she had licked the cock clean, then he grabbed her blonde hair and wrenched her head back, making her bite her tongue.
"You like getting turned on by my pecker don't you?" He had an ugly smile on his face, glaring at her with red eyes.
"Are . . . are you going to beat me too?" Duia was frightened like a little doe. She could see it coming again. Prison was getting less and less interesting. They fucked a lot in prison but there was a lot of pain involved, that was for sure.
Peiton slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. She felt a trickle of blood slide down the inside of her cheek. The outside of her cheek was burning with the man's hot palm.
He went to his desk and drew out the long whip. His pecker was still hanging out his pants. He seemed oblivious to it.
"Oh God, no please," she cried. She knew her protests would be futile, but she had to do something.
Peiton raised the whip and stung her across her neck with the snake-like weapon.
"Awwwwww," she screamed. She felt a spurt of blood dribble from her neck and down her back.
"You think prison is all fucking and sucking?" Peiton yelled at her. "Prison is suffering!" And he pulled the whip back again, thrusting his arm forward as if he were casting a fishing line.
Whack!'
The whip stung Duia's forearm. She recoiled and raised the arm, the arm throbbing with pain. It was raised with a welt and she lowered her mouth to kiss it.
'Whack!'
The whip snapped against his shoulder, throwing her to the ground. The end of the whip felt like that hat pin Kathy had shoved up her cunt and ass. A hat pin with momentum.
He rubbed the shoulder and looked with pleading eyes up to the warden.
He just laughed at her. "Oh poor little lamb. She's getting whipped and saying, 'Oh Mister Warden, don't hurt me.. . I'm just an innocent girl.' Haha, you stupid asshole. I'm in control here and all your little innocence only flames up my desire to see you suffer!"
He raised the whip again and slashed it across her tit, making the ample flesh baubles quiver and tremble under the onslought.
It felt as if a million needles were shoved into her flesh. Explosive pain blew through her spine, making her feel as if she were in some recurring nightmare.
The warden stood back and breezed over his 'work'. Duia was sitting on her heels, blood trickling from her tits, her shoulder, and neck. The contrasts of blood and flesh made his dick quiver with lust.
He threw his whip down and went back into his desk.
"Now that you are all painted up with your blood we'll see what else we can do." He pulled out a rolled up wire. Duia couldn't tell what he had in his hand. Her head was reeling in pain.
He unfurled the wire. "This ought to give you a bit of a thrill." There were two wires attached at the ends by alligator clips.
"You might be interested in these little babies . . . they're called roach clips. I got them from a doper a few years ago. It was kind of a joke gift, you know? I fashioned these things in my spare time." He pressed the clips, showing Duia the ugly jaws that were ridged with sharp little teeth.
Peiton walked over to her and leaned by her. He opened the clip and stuck it on the end of her diamond nipple.
"Awwwww," she squirmed.
"Yeah, it hurts doesn't it?" He reached across her and put the other clip on the other nipple. Pain blurt through the nipples and knocked Duia on her back. She squirmed on her back, rolling this way and that, trying to shake the terrible hold of the clips. She knew if she took them off herself, the warden would do something diabolical. Who knows, he might even kill her.
The needle-like teeth of the clips clawed down on the fleshy tips. The more she rolled around the greater was the pain, the deeper the little teeth dug in.
"Oh shit, take it off please. O fuck, please," she groaned.
Peiton showed her his full set of teeth as he laughed. He took the ends of the two wires, holding one in each hand. Then he tugged on them alternately. First the left one, then the right one.
Duia's tits moved like little arms on a puppet. "Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned.
Peiton looked like he was having the time of his life.
"Haha, those titties really move funny," he laughed like a little kid.
Duia writhed on the floor. It felt to her as if her nipples were slowly being bitten off by the vicious clips.
Peiton let her squirm around for a moment, then wrenched the clips from the tits, ripping a bit of flesh from the rosy tips. He retrieved the clips and fit one onto the left pussy lip.
"Awwww OOOOO Fuck," she moaned.
Peiton put the other clip on the other lip. It felt as if cattle prods were being applied on her pussy. She thought that she'd never fuck again-never again would a pecker enter into her pussy without raising the memory of the alligator clips on her pussy lips.
Suddenly the buzzer on Warden Peiton's desk rang. He let the clips hang from her pussy, making her hump her hips up in the air.
Peiton's secretary was on the other line. An important visitor was waiting to see Peiton.
"Oh shit, I forgot about that asshole."
Duia was shaking on the floor, vibrating and trembling under the onslaught. The clips hung on her flesh, digging into the tender lips.
Peiton looked at her. "Well, I guess you'll have to get dressed." He leaned down and ripped the clips from her pussy, making her hair stand on end.
She struggled to get up, her flesh burning with pain. Every move she made in putting her clothes on was done in throbbing pain.
The warden put the whip and clips away, straightening his clothes up.
"Yeah, this fucker is connected with the governor's office, so I can't put him off."
When Duia was dressed Peiton opened the door and let her out. Never was she so thrilled to walk out a door.
She felt she could fly-fly despite the gouging feeling on her nipples and pussy lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Duia had just about had it. She laid on top of her bunk. All was quiet. Her body pulsed with the utter throb of torturous pain. Everyone she had encountered in prison had turned out to be an animal. She started praying for the day of her release.
She loved to fuck, that was something she couldn't deny. She loved having a big pecker up her cunt. But the pain was excruciating. The pain that these mad people extracted from her, all for the privilege of fucking them.
Suddenly, she heard the cell door swing open. She had a feeling it would be Ringo. She really didn't mind that much. The only solution it seemed for the terrible pain, was a dose of good fucking.
"Well, hello sweet girl," he said.
Duia looked down at him from her bunk.
"I've got this little ache in my groin," he said, "and I was wondering if you didn't have a solution for it. Huh?"
Duia groaned. "Yeah," she said slowly. "I could get into some fucking. I.. . I've not been feeling well the last couple of days. Nerves or something."
"Well," Ringo drawled, "seems like you've had a few whippings and such . . . Shit, no one would feel good after that. But I told you I was sorry for that.. . I just had to do my duty as daddy, you understand."
Duia wasn't about to tell him about the other fortunes that had occurred to her. She wasn't sure how he'd take them. Maybe he'd comfort her, maybe he'd beat the shit out of her. It was difficult to tell.
"Yeah," he said, as he stood by her bunk, "I could go in for some hot fucking. Pussy fucking and ass fucking."
Before she could think anything, she felt a hand on her tit.
Ringo had a sloppy smile all along his face. "I thought I'd relieve you of some of your pain," he said.
"Well, you're just in time," Duia sighed. "My pussy is all heated up and my body is all wracked in pain."
Ringo climbed on the bunk, his zipper down. Before she knew it the huge love muscle had escaped through the zipper.
Duia's tits were bouncing as Ringo settled himself on the bunk. He forced his pecker between her legs and rubbed it along the tight opening of Duia's pussy. At the same time he held his hand under her ass and guided a finger down the smooth, ass crack of the prisoner.
She could feel the peculiar points of the prick and finger feel their way all along her flesh. A thrill of sexual potency fired through her.
Ringo's pecker slowly merged into the tight crack between her pouting lips and the blew through the wet, drooling cunt.
"Ahhhhhuuuuu," she moaned.
Her voice motivated Ringo to find her little brown button of her ass that much more quickly. Her spread the ass cheeks while his pecker screwed into the tight pussy.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, when she felt his finger worm its way in. He slid it forward, skidding it along the rough contours of her ass.
"OOOO fuck, shit.. . goddamn fucking shit, this is too much!" The lingering pain was washed by the exotic feeling of pleasure.
The two blasting dynamos fired one shot after another.
"Oh shit! I can feel your cock and finger ream me out till I'm going to be all dry," Duia cried.
Her passionate voice made the man shoot faster up the mushy domain of her cunt and the rough, raw skin of her ass.
Lusty tremors of pure sexual delight forged through her being, like a brilliant colored waterfall. One pulse drove up from her growling pussy that was soaked in her womanly come, the other drove up from her beautifully hewn ass.
"Ahhhhh," she panted.
She wasn't in control of her hips. Rather, the fiery engine of love heaved and battered her lower torso, making it gyrate crazily on the bunk.
"Oh fuck, man," Ringo blurted. "I feel my finger with my pecker . . . I can feel it through your cunt!"
Duia could feel both protrusions play inside her like frisky pups. Ringo's dick was firing steadily and quickly up the mushy confines of her pussy, while his finger prod through the fleshy rawness of her ass.
"OOOOOO shit," she moaned, in erotic bliss. "Feel my tits! Suck em!"
Ringo grabbed one fleshy boob in his mouth. He sucked them like a groping blind man. His tongue curled around the bruised nipple and teased it, shooting a vast stream of sexual wonderment through Duia.
"OOOOOOOOOOO" she groaned.
Ringo moved to the other tit, sending another love burst of pure sexual power through the young prisoner.
A thunder charge of sexual bliss whomped through her spine like a galloping horse, making her flesh burn with desire. She could no longer tell if the pounding lust embers were being burned by the cock in her cunt or the finger up her ass. All she knew was that a buzzing swarm of sexual intensity crawled her skin like bees.
The power strokes of their lust merged into one tone, dissolving her flesh into sexual honey.
"EEeeeeahhhhhh," she yelled. Her voice carried over the contour of the cell. The bunk bounced and shook as if the two of them had lead weights instead of the holes and pricks of their sex.
Ringo's finger moved all around her ass, investigating all the space contained in the fleshy muscle. At the same time, he was jabbing his prick upwards like crazy, into Duia's pussy which dripped with hot liquid.
His head continued to play on her tits, manipulating the fleshy mounds into bliss. Duia had rarely had this kind of attention on her body and just the thought turned her on. Throbbing rays of sexual sunshine burst forth from the core of her being and annihilated all thought.
"Eeeahhhhhoooohhhhh," she moaned.
As the pecker drove up through her twat it drove her backwards, making the thick finger rip through her ass. The finger would shoot forward, thus jerking the pecker deeper into the mushy folds of her cunt. The continuous play of this action drove both to the limits of their being.
Her body was pinned under the weight of the husky guard. Her blonde hair was waving all around in a crazy motion. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth twisted in erotic bliss.
The exploding pecker kept its steady vigil through her pussy, while the finger dug through her ass. One hole was slippery and slick, the other raw and tight.
Duia's spine was a constant blinding post of activity. Booming electrical throbs zim-zoomed up and down at the blink of an eye. When the sexual pulses got to her head they exploded and swirled up fantastical images of delight and lust.
"Ahhhhhhh," she blurted, as her body shook with erotic fire.
Ringo's head, that was clasped around her tit, came up then down onto her lips. Their tongues darted around the dark orifices like snakes. They exchanged their drool like a sacrament, spilling the distinct saliva's into each other. Their tongue encircled, then merged together like slippery vines.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, through the fullness of Ringo's mouth. The jabbing sensation turned her flesh to melting honey.
Suddenly, Ringo's prick fluttered out of control as his wad pod burst open and the steaming army of come marched through his prick and burst into her pussy.
"Ahhhgggg," he groaned, as his seed spattered up her pussy.
Her lips broke away from Ringo's and she yelled, "I feel it! I feel your come all mashed around in my cunt!"
Her heated voice turned the man on full and he bucked his hips full-bore, charging into the tight, slimy hole. His come lubricated the walls with its goodness as he humped and fucked like crazy.
"EEEEeeee," she splurt.
Ringo jacked his pecker like a wild man.
"EEoooooo," she groaned, as she felt the thing burrow to her utter depths.
Ringo's finger fired through her asshole like a jackhammer.
"OOOOO," Duia cried, her ass squirming down on the finger. The blasting strobe of sexual lust unleashed by the poking finger sparked off her cataclysmic explosion of climax. The teeming expanse of sexual wonderment played itself out through her being, catching her flesh on fire with desire.
"Eeeooooaahhhhuuuuu," she moaned passionately.
Ringo drove with all his might, even though he'd lost his wad. The pecker stayed hard through sheer will power.
"Oh God woman, I'll be hard in you forever," he groaned.
"Swirl it all around. Mix your come up with my flowing juice," she panted.
Her orgasm was in total control, driving her body to its lusty limit and beyond. She pulverized the bunk with her hips.
Ringo kept hammering his hot pistol home as long as possible until finally it slithered out the come drenched pussy.
He released himself from Duia and rolled to the side of the bunk. The young woman was shaking in the throes of her climax.
Ringo was panting hard. "God Almighty Duia, you really know your stuff . . . But here . . . while my pecker is still slick with live juice, why don't we do a little ass fucking."
Duia turned on her belly and spread her legs out a bit.
Ringo was potent within a minute. Just looking at the sleek buns of her ass turned him on to an intense degree.
He fit himself between her outstretched legs and slowly began screwing it in till he got the head through.
"Ohhhh," Duia moaned. The feel of the meaty head in her ass sent beauteous pulses of pleasure up her spine.
"Shove it all the way," she sighed.
"Eeeeahhhhh," she moaned, as the thick cock wormed its way down her ass flume.
"Feel my tits all up," she suddenly blurt.
Ringo dropped his hands from her hips and wrapped them around the delightful bulbs of flesh that were pinned into the bed.
He stroked hot fire into her flesh, making sure his groping fingers ribbed and tweaked her rosy nipples. When he did, Duia's whole body shuddered with pleasure.
"I love having my tits manipulated," she moaned.
Her own hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, pulling her little asshole further apart. When the cock next thrust forward, she shrieked in heavenly bliss, "It's cracking apart. God Almighty, my asshole's cracking apart!"
Her fevered words made him pump harder and harder. He was like a possessed man.
"I'm really going to ream you out," he grunted. His prick flew through the fleshy contours of the ass and poked against the far wall of the bare cavern. The giant, throbbing head skid along the fleshy bottom, as if it were trying to bust through the thin skin dividing the ass from the pussy.
"Aiiiieeeeeee," she shrieked. Her voice reverberated through the empty cell, making it sound as if someone were being attacked.
"Really burrow it in there," she moaned. The feel of the thick prick driving through her tight, crinkled asshole drove ecstatic sexual bees through her body.
Her body dipped way down, then shot way up with terrifying force, like a slingshot. The movement forced the wild, flaying pecker into the deepest part of her ass.
Boiling, surging rumblings of sex power gushed up her being like a waterfall and emptied into her brain. "OOuuuuu!"
Ringo's hands left her tits and came back to her hips, gripping them with all his strength. He pushed forward and back with the hips while his groin turned in tight circles in the prisoner's ass.
Duia surrendered her body to the ass pounding. For a moment she just lay peacefully, letting Ringo do all the work. Her head was full of lust inspired images as the plunging pecker rumbled down inside the ass pit. He had a firm grip on her hips, moving them this way and that, so that his prick whammed against the far walls of the tight space.
Rays of streaming eroticism rocked the passionate body of the prisoner, making her feel hot all over. Again and again, the throbbing prick jammed down the tight, raw hole of her ass. Both their skin's burned with frenzied bliss. Their flesh was like pieces of sand paper rubbing against each other. But the small irritation was blasted away by the fullness provided by the bulging prick.
Duia loved ass fucking. There was nothing more she needed to dissipate the pain that wracked her body. The first time a prick had reamed her out, she realized how wonderful it was. All it took was one ass fuck, then she was hooked forever.
"Com'on woman, get your fuckin' body into it," Ringo barked.
Duia squirmed backward and around, tearing his heaving pecker with delectable sensations.
The first inklings of her orgasm revealed itself by sending out lust embers crawling through her flesh. Tiny seizures of sexual bliss wracked her being, making her hips fling back and forth like crazy.
"OOOO fuck! I'm starting to come. Really bring it home!"
Ringo jammed with full force, plunging the skidding skin deep into the ass cave.
"Oh God, of fuck, oh motherfuck," she panted frantically.
The man's prick became an unoiled piston, ramming and firing into the dry cylinder of Duia's ass.
Her orgasm bloomed like a great flower, spreading its luscious petals to all parts of her being. A fire ball of unrelenting pleasure ripped through the blood, making her head swoon with delicious sex charged air.
"Ahhhhhooooooooo!" Rippling bursts of Eros turned her body into a quaking display of misting flesh.
Ringo hammered as hard as he could, as if he were trying to beat some nail into the furthest wall of her ass. His come gathered at the groin, gurgling with desire.
"Get ready for a wheelbarrow of come!"
"OO shit, shoot it into me. Cream my ass pit with that gooey stuff!"
Almost the exact instant that she blurted her desire, Ringo let go with his wad. "OOOOHHHggggg," he growled, as the pearly come splurt into the white hot surface of the raw ass.
"EEeeee," Duia sighed. The sudden bath of lubricating come filled her ass pit with gushy seed. The relief to the chafing flesh was almost unbearable. She pounded her ass back and forth, coating the ass with the sticky come.
"Uuuuu, it feels good and gushy," Duia squealed in delight. Now that the prick slid in and out of the hole without any problem she wanted it in her longer. But Ringo couldn't keep it up. His prick dropped out of the ass pit, like a bird shot from a tree.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned.
They both feel into the bed. Their bodies heaved and panted with the restlessness of sex.
Duia's orgastic bomb slowly weaved out of her body, oozing like a sex mud.
"Yeah honey, you're fuckin' good. You're my favorite one. Those other cunts are strange birds, let me tell you."
Ringo was flipping his withered dick from side to side.
Duia closed her eyes. She was fast asleep. The final feeling she had was that of Ringo's sloshing come curdling at the bottom of her ass.
