These are some eight stories from my files. They illustrate the damage done to young girls who are imprisoned for what may be minor offenses, and left to the not-so-tender mercies of more hardened criminals.
Thirteen-year-old Mattie did nothing worse than run away. Her parents declared in court that she was incorrigible.
She is a flagrant example of what happens to an innocent teenager. I would like to quote from the transcription of her first session with me.
"I really didn't know what they meant, the two black woman who had backed me into the corner. They were laughing, and breathing kind of funny.
"The biggest woman reached over and grabbed me by the neck, and ripped my uniform off. I almost died. Then they threw me on the bed.
"While the smaller woman held my hands, the big woman ripped off my pants, and then spread my legs, and laughed when I cried out in pain. I wished I were dead!
"Then she dived into my cunt. I was shocked, and I squealed and tried to get away, but the women who were my cellmates were much bigger and stronger than I, and there was nothing I could do, while that evil woman started licking my pussy lips!
"She kept grunting like a pig as she buried her whole face in my muff. I felt like the dirtiest, low-down thing in the world, and I started to cry. I was supposed to spend a year in this cell with these woman, and like they said, I was supposed to service them, because I was the youngest.
"Well, I didn't want to, and I decided to go along with them until I thought of a way of escaping!"
Mattie is just one example. There is thirteen-year-old Sally, whose lusts were set free by a prison matron, and twelve-year-old Jane who learned to like the taste of a woman's pussy flesh, and other pathetic cases.
I am writing this case history book to detail the dangers of prison, life in perverting the sexuality of children who are put together with other women who are already beyond the scope of help in sexual matters.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Mattie N.
Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Mattie first came into my office, I was alarmed at her nervous state. She was a beautiful thirteen-year-old, with thick, chestnut brown hair, and brown eyes. She was extraordinarily well developed for one so young, and could have passed for a woman ten years older.
In addition to her excessive nervousness, she was very defiant and hostile. I listened to her story carefully, taking many notes, looking for the key to her enormous anger. I have transcribed her interview just as she told it to me, from my tapes.
I'm not here because I want to be. That damned social worker who is supposed to be looking after my best interests sent me here, because she didn't like the way I'm behaving.
I don't know what anybody expects from a jailbird, and that's what I am. My mother and father got fed up with me, and one time when I ran away from home, they got the law after me, and then declared that I was a juvenile delinquent and that it would be for my own good to be put in jail for a year. My mother told me it would serve me right. Maybe after I spent some time in jail, I would appreciate the good home life I had.
Well, they're both stupid. If my home life was so good, I wouldn't have run away from it, would I?
Anyway, to make an ugly story short, the judge sent me to the girl's reformatory for a year. He said it was because I ran away. I spat at him, when they dragged me away. I'm not in reformatory because I'm a bad girl. I'm in reformatory because my parents hate me, and didn't want to be bothered with me.
They're all hypocritical fools! At least the girls in the reformatory don't fuck around with stupid games like that. They are what they are, and after ten months of being with them, I really prefer their company to the namby-pamby phonies I used to know.
At first, I hated them all, especially after what they did to me the first day I was there.
The judge handed down my sentence about ten o'clock in the morning, and they took me right away up to the reformatory. When I got there, it was almost lunch time, so the matron, a big, burly woman who scared the shit out of me with her expression, led me to my cell.
"You will share this cell with two other women, Norma and Jane. They are tough cookies, so you had better be on your guard. Now put down your things, and I'll take you to lunch."
As I put down the drab prison gear they had given me in the supply room and walked out of the cell, the prison matron smiled grimly at me.
"You better watch your P's and Q's with me, too, lady. I am tougher than any inmate in this prison!"
With that encouraging remark, I was ushered into a huge and very noisy hall, shown my place at table, and fed the worst lunch I've ever eaten in my life.
After lunch, I was brought down to the machine shop and told that that was how I was going to earn my keep for a year. It's an ugly, noisy place, but I've learned a lot in it, so I guess I can't complain.
After supper, which was as bad as lunch, we were all locked in our cells. I got to the cell first, and put my stuff away. Then I waited, nervous. One of the girls who worked on the lathe with me in the machine shop had asked me what my cell number was, and she laughed when I told her.
"You got two beauts for cell mates!" was all she said. No amount of questioning would get anything else out of her. When the whistle blew, signaling supper, she called after me, as we lined up, "Have fun tonight!"
So while I waited for my cellmates to show up, I have to admit, I was really nervous, and when they finally came into the cell, I got downright scared.
They were both big, and black. They both stood with their backs to the cell door, and their hands on their hips.
The bigger one, who turned out to be Norma, laughed. "Well, a new bird. Come here, honey!"
I ignored her and just lay on my bunk. Norma walked over, and pulled me out of the bunk. I landed in a heap on the floor. Then Norma kicked my ass for me.
"Listen, punk!" she growled, "you're a new bird here, and new birds do what the old-timers say. We get inspection at seven o'clock in the morning, so straighten out our gear!"
With that, she picked me up roughly by the shoulder of my uniform and threw me at one of the other bunks. I had the lower bunk on one wall. Norma had the upper bunk, and Jane had the lower bunk on the opposite wall.
Both the handsome black women sat on my bunk and barked orders at me, showing me how to fold their clothes and arrange things like cups and toothbrushes and stuff like that.-Then Jane turned around and threw all my stuff on the floor.
"As a housekeeper, you suck!" she said. "Now do your own bunk right. There's no reason why we should be deprived of privileges just because you're a slob!"
So I had to fold my stuff, and arrange it properly. They kept pulling things apart, and making me put them together again, until the one of the matrons with a voice like a bull came rattling down the long corridor, telling everyone to "Settle in! Lights out."
I thought that would be the end of my trouble, but I was mistaken. It was only the beginning! We all got into our bunks, and the lights went out. There was silence for awhile, except for an occasional titter. The matron walked up and down for awhile, her heels sounding heavily on the stone floor, and then she went out. We could hear the gate clanking behind her.
That was when my troubles really began. Norma jumped down from her bunk, and Jane already had pulled me out of the bed. I got up, scared, from where I had fallen, and backed against the back wall.
The two black bitches were laughing. Norma came toward me, as I was pressed into the cold wall.
"I said you serviced us, Bitch," she exclaimed, reaching over and grabbing the neck of my prison uniform. She ripped it off me in one motion, leaving me with only my bra and panties on.
Norma reached out again and pulled off my bra, and then she and Jane threw me back on my cot. Jane grabbed my arms, as I started to fight, holding them tightly. In spite of my kicking, Norma had pulled off my panties. I was nude and helpless.
I had read enough stories about prison life to know what they were up to, and I was scared shitless. I was a virgin, first of all, and I didn't know what they would demand of me.
Norma was running her hands all over my body. I'm very well built, as you can see, for a thirteen-year-old, and I have good tits, and lots of brown hair on my cunt. Norma seemed to be enjoying it. Her hands were rough, and as I started to squeal, disgusted by the whole thing, Jane clapped her hand over my mouth.
"If you open your mouth, or alert the matron, I'll have your face cut to ribbons in the machine shop tomorrow. So just remember that!" she spat. I had nowhere to go, no one I could turn to! I had to submit. I started to cry.
Norma had parted my pussy lips and was exploring my virgin cunt with her fingers, running them up and down my pink inner lips. "I just love white pussy meat," she laughed. The next thing I knew, I was feeling her mouth covering my pussy.
"S-stop, please, it's disgusting!" I whispered, desperate to get away from it and not knowing how.
"Ahh, shut up and enjoy it, you crybaby!" Jane husked. She was holding my arms so tightly that I could feel her fingers digging into the flesh. I was trying very hard to get away from Norma's mouth as her tongue started lapping up and down on my private parts, but Norma's hands had roughly held my legs apart, and there was nothing I could do.
Norma licked up and down, and then tickled my clitoris with her tongue. Then she let her tongue travel wetly down my pussy lips to my virginal fuck-hole. She pried her tongue into the hole, running it around and around inside.
I was still crying and struggling, as Norma's mouth went up again to my clitoris. Then she bit it. At first, I thought it hurt, and I kicked my feet up and down, and struggled even harder. Jane finally slapped my face. Norma was still holding my thighs wide apart. I thought I was going to get sick to my stomach about the whole thing.
But as Norma looked up at me for a minute, and then went back to licking my pussy, I realized that my clitoris didn't hurt. It was sending these sharp messages of pleasure rippling through me. I couldn't believe it at first.
I didn't think I could enjoy messing with a woman sexually, but Norma must have known what to do with her tongue. She really started to go wild. I looked down at her thick black curly hair, and watched her face go up and down, up and down on my pussy lips.
I could feel my pussy getting swollen, as my blood started racing through me with excitement. I was really enjoying it. I was ashamed I was, but I couldn't deny what was happening to me.
Jane seemed to sense that I wasn't in a fighting mood anymore, because she suddenly let go of my hands. I just lay there, feeling Norma's wet tongue running up and down my cunt, teasing the opening to my love hole, and driving me crazy.
I didn't want it to happen, but my hips started humping up into her face, as she licked away. Every now and then she'd look up and groan and smile at me. She would lick her lips which were covered with my pussy cream.
Even the sight of her grinning like that, and licking her lips was a turn-on and I forgot to be upset by the whole thing. I could feel my muscles getting tight and hard, as the blood boiled in me, and I could feel my pussy quivering with excitement and bliss, as Norma's tongue moved up and down, methodically.
I guess she had a lot of experience. She certainly was making me feel good. I started to moan, and then clenched my teeth together. I really didn't want the matron to discover what we were doing, at least not until I came.
I looked over at Jane. She had got undressed. In the dim light which flowed into the cell from the corridor, she really looked magnificent. Her skin was very dark, and her breasts were enormous, really gorgeous, with dark puckered nipples which stood out from the soft flesh like crazy.
Her belly was flat, and her hips were very full. And you should have seen the hair on her muff. It was thick and black and wiry. There was so much of it that you couldn't even see her pussy lips at all. It was like a mini-Afro, like the Afro she wore on her head!
She was grinning in the dim light, and she came over to the bunk and again she straddled my head. She grabbed my wrists again and lowered her thickly-furred muff over my mouth.
"Now see how you like chocolate muff!" she laughed, starting to rub her dark, swollen pussy lips up and down over my mouth. Her snatch had a strange odor, and for awhile, I fought against it. But after awhile, the smell actually got kind of nice, sort of deep and musky-like, and I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to her clitoris.
"Ahhh!" she gasped, and her grip on my wrists tightened. My mouth became covered with a thick wad of her pussy cream which gushed out when I touched her.
I guess I was kind of beside myself anyway. Norma was licking and chomping away on my own cunt as if she really enjoyed it, and my pussy was really tingling. I had never felt quite that way before and it felt good. My hips were really jiggling all over the place now, and suddenly, I really wanted to taste Jane's cunt.
So I sort of flattened my tongue and went to work on her. Jane started bouncing up and down on my face, and her pussy cream really started flowing then. My face and chin were covered with it. The smell and taste of her cunt only added to my lust and I sort of went wild. Her pussy lips were really swollen. They poked way out from her slit, and her cunt was just pouring juices.
While Norma was driving me crazy with her tongue, I decided to see how crazy I could drive Jane. I was trying to suck up all her pussy juices but so much of it was pouring out of her cunt that I had trouble. But I ran my tongue real wild, up and down her swollen pussy lips, and then tried to get my tongue into her hole. It tasted warm and sweet and a little musky, almost fishy, and it was contracting around my tongue in her excitement.
"Ooooh, girl, you do it goooood!" Jane screamed. She was rocking back and forth on my mouth now, and for awhile, I couldn't catch my breath because her cunt flesh was pressed so tightly to my face. I wouldn't have minded that so much if I could have smelled her, because I was really getting turned on to the strong perfume, but you can't smell if you can't breath, so I tried to move my head.
I decided that my cellmates might be rough, but they weren't all that bad. I had Norma really doing a number on my own swollen cunt, and I was really digging the smell and the taste of Jane's pussy, which was pressed down on my mouth. Jane got the idea that she might be smothering, when I yelled out against her muff.
She lifted herself up a little bit so I could catch my breath, and then I started licking again. I circled my tongue around and around her clitoris, which was large, and hard and hot. Jane was squealing loudly now, and Norma looked up from eating me out to tell her to "Shut up!"
Then Jane started grunting deep in her throat. Her body was covered with sweat, which gleamed in the dim light. I was really going nuts. I had my own crazy cunt to deal with, and the pleasure I was getting from eating out Jane.
It was just gorgeous, after awhile, letting my mind switch from Norma eating out my pussy, to me eating out Jane's pussy, and sucking up all those juices. I felt my body growing very tight, as the pleasure built in me.
I had had plenty of orgasms when I was frigging myself, but I never had an orgasm like the one that was building in me now. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and my arms and legs were trembling as if I were an epileptic.
I finally covered Jane's whole pussy with my mouth. I had to because I could feel my cunt flapping wildly, as the orgasm started to rip through me, and for a little while, I couldn't concentrate on Jane's cunt. Except that the orgasm was wilder because my mouth was full of Jane's pussy meat, while my cunt was buried in Norma's mouth.
She still held my legs apart, because they were kicking and jerking wildly, not because I was fighting, but because I was coming like a banshee. I could feel my pussy juices pouring out of me. And these little delicious flames of pleasure kept ripping up from my cunt to spread through my whole body. I felt as if my body had been possessed by a demon, because it was like I was just out of control.
I couldn't help the way I was humping up into Norma's mouth, or the way I was moaning on Jane's cunt. And my arms and legs were going wildly in every direction and my body felt like I was having a convulsion-a hot convulsion. The sweat was just pouring off me.
Good old Norma didn't stop lapping once. When I started to come, she got even more furious with her tongue, and kept diddling my clitty with the wet hot tip of her tongue.
I could almost hear bells going off, as I kept on having these fantastic convulsions that wouldn't stop. My pussy felt like it was full of warm, fuzzy kittens, all playing with catnip, it got so tingly and happy-feeling, and my mouth felt like I had plenty to make up for the lousy meals I had eaten.
I really thought for a minute, as the orgasm peaked, that I was going to pass out, it was that strong! But I started to come down a bit, even though Norma kept on munching and slurping her mouth all over my pussy, and I went back to lapping out Jane's cunt.
Jane was rocking back and forth very fast now, as my tongue ran up and down her dripping twat. She was really grunting, and trying to hold down the noise as her pussy juices poured out of her even more than they had before.
I was covered with it. I stuck my tongue in her hole, humping it in and out, trying to suck up all her juices, but I couldn't make it. There was just too much for my mouth, and with everything else I was trying to do, it was an impossible task.
I started flicking furiously at her clitoris the way I had felt Norma flicking at mine. All the time, Jane's grip on my wrists was getting tighter and tighter.
"Ahhh, ooohhhh!" she gasped, and then she pressed her pussy into me again. I could tell she was coming by the way her pussy juices were flowing and the way she was rocking against my face. There was no way I could stop her, because she was so wild, she wouldn't even have heard me.
I concentrated on trying to make her finish coming as fast as possible. If I didn't suffocate against her swollen wet pussy, which was pressed into my nose and mouth, I was going to drown in her pussy juices. I didn't think women could have so much liquid in them, but it kept pouring down and I kept trying to lap it all up between running my tongue up and down her slit, and really diddling her clitoris.
Finally, I could feel her thighs, pressed against either side of my head, trembling, and then her body relaxed a little.
She lifted her pussy up a little after awhile, and looked down at me., "Hey are you still alive, kid?" she snarled.
"Just barely," I gasped, giving her sensitized clitty another little flick for good measure.
"You're a good sport," she said. "I guess you can stay."
"Do I have any choice?"
"In this place, you sure do have a choice where you bunk. We make sure of it!" Norma said, as Jane got off my face, and sat down. Her jugs were shaking as she tried to catch her own breath.
I looked down at Norma, who was still positioned between my legs. She was still teasing my pussy lips.
"Th-thanks," I said to her, never believing that I would ever thank a female for taking me by force, raping me, actually, and then making me enjoy it.
"You're a natural," she grinned. She was still licking her lips, and her chin and cheeks were gleaming wet with my pussy juices.
"Do-do you want me to get you off?" I asked, looking down at the big woman.
"Only if I say so," she growled, crawling up between my legs, and sprawling flat on my body. She grabbed my wrists, too, and pulled them way over my head. I could feel her heavy hair pressing against the hair of my muff.
"Just remember, kid, that I'm the boss around here, and I say how I want it. And right now I want to fuck you pussy-to-pussy. You got a nice, wet, pink pussy, and I'm gonna ground my dark pussy into yours and make us both come. And you better come, you hear? I don't frig girls for nothing!"
I felt her thickly-furred muff beginning to grind all over mine. At first it was a little scarey, because I figured that she was a dyke, and that she could kill me if she wanted to, and I didn't think I liked the idea of being in the power of a dyke.
But it started to feel so good that I didn't care if she was bossy. Her grinding motions against my pussy spread my pussy lips wide apart, and her pussy got spread wide apart, too, until the inner girl-meat was pressing stickily together. It was a strange feeling, but it also felt good, too ... just as good as her tongue had felt.
I started to grind my pussy up into hers. Our pussy meat was pressed so close together, and Norma seemed to know so much what she was doing, that I was afraid she'd know if I faked it.
So I really tried to come, real hard.
INTERVIEW TWO
I don't know why I tried so hard. At first I thought I wasn't going to like a dyke sprawled on top of me, but her soft body, with those big, gorgeous tits of hers, pressing into my tits, and the very contrast in my very white skin and her dark skin turned me on all over again.
Her pussy was as talented as her tongue, and she started rolling all over my cunt. Our lips got spread wide open, and we were very sticky. She was turned on by what she had done. I could tell because I could feel how wet her lips were with her own come, and I was getting turned on just by the incredibly soft, sticky feel of her dark woman-meat pressing open my light woman-meat. I started humping up into her real hard, grinding my muff around and around on her pussy, and I was turned on almost right away.
Her tits were pressed tight against my tits. My nipples were all puckered with the pleasure that was running through me. My body started to tremble all over again, not because I was scared, but because the feeling of her body on mine was delicious and it was getting me all hot-to-trot, even though I had just come like gangbusters.
I was breathing very hard, and I was beginning to sweat. Our flat bellies, pressed tightly together, were slipping and sliding all over each other, and that felt good too. I could feel the hard points of her nipples, puckered and pressed against the soft flesh of my big jugs.
It was altogether a very nice, sensuous kind of feeling, and I could feel my pussy juices pouring freely, as Norma humped me. Her humping and grinding motions got heavier and quicker as her own orgasm built.
I was hoping she wasn't so her-up that she would come before me, because she had told me I had better come or else! But I didn't have anything to worry on that score. I was climbing fast, as her pussy lips tickled my clitoris, and drove it crazy. It was tingling and sending hot shooting sensations of pleasure coursing through my whole body.
Norma's mouth reached down and covered mine, and I felt her tongue pressing between my teeth. Her mouth tasted strange, until I realized that I was tasting my own cunt cream on her generous oral cavity! I started kissing her back hard, running my tongue along her smooth white teeth, and finding the tip of her tongue and wrestling with it.
Then I ran my tongue around and around her mouth, feeling the little ridges on the roof of her mouth, and teasing the incredibly smooth underside of her tongue. She couldn't keep her tongue still. It went all over the place in my mouth. It was running along the sides of my tongue, and then both our tongue-tips were pressed together, and then her tongue ran around the roof of my mouth, and then down the insides of my cheeks, and around and around.
Her tongue alone would have helped to make me come, but I didn't need any help at all in that department.
She had a big, big pussy. Her mound was big, and fat and full, and her pussy lips were big and fat and full. They were even bigger and fatter, now that they were engorged with blood from her lust. And she just kept humping and grinding into my own excited pussy lips, until I thought I was going to faint again, just from the hot, fiery pleasure of it all.
Our bodies kept humping faster and faster as our orgasms built, and our tongues went crazy in each other's mouths, as our orgasms mounted. I really went wild when I realized that I was going to come again like a fiend, and at approximately the same time she came. I could feel her pussy juices flowing hotly over my pussy lips.
My own juices were pouring out of my hot love-hole, and trickling down my ass cheeks, leaving a big wet pool under my wriggling ass. The two of us were writhing all over the bed, and grunting and moaning into each other's mouth, and our hands were all over each other.
She had released my wrists. I guess she figured I was going to cooperate. Boy did I cooperate! I hadn't ever in my life been as delirious as I was that night! I ran my hands up and down her back. She was slender but built out of her mind, and boy was she strong. A man would have envied her her muscles, not that she looked muscle-bound or anything like that. She looked just like a delicious girl would look, except that she was built better than most of the girls I knew.
Anyway, I was going crazy. We were rolling all over the bunk, and our legs and arms were getting all mixed up together, as our pussies humped madly and wetly together.
She started coming first. I could tell because I felt her pussy juices gushing onto my wet tingling pussy meat. But I wasn't long after her, and the two of us beat each other's pussies in this staccato rhythm as we came violently together.
The only problem was, both of us were so wild, we were squealing and yelling. Both of us had to keep our mouths plastered against each other's mouths, to keep the noise down.
I felt as if my cunt were on fire as I came violently. I knew I was scratching Norma's humping back with my fingernails, but I couldn't help it. I was crazy with ecstasy, and it lasted a long time. Finally, slipping and sliding all over each other, we cooled down enough to separate our mouths, and breathe a little. It was the best time I ever had, and I never thought I'd make it with a woman.
After that, even though it wasn't easy in the prison, it was O.K. Norma, Jane and I made a great threesome, and they were the terrors of the reformatory. Norma was eighteen and had been there for four years. Jane was sixteen and had been there for three years.
So I figured, as long as I'm in with the right group, I might as well make the best of it. I sure got a better deal from Norma and Jane than I got from my own folks!
The only problem is, I'm supposed to be released in two months, and the social worker came around to find out how my head was. She didn't like it, so she sent me to you.
I'm supposed to have a model record in the prison. That's a bunch of bullshit. With Norma and Jane to teach me everything I know, I just never got caught. And I don't want to go home. I hate my parents as much as they hate me. I'm never going back there. I'm going to run away again, so I can get back into the reformatory. Norma has another year to go, and Jane has two years, so I'll have good company!
CONCLUSION
After a long consultation with Mattie's social worker, we decided to remand her to a very fine boarding school, which specializes in disturbed children.
Her home life certainly wasn't of the best, as my research bore out, and her parents didn't really want her, nor could they handle her.
I recommended therapy several times a week for a couple of years, while she was at the boarding school. Her case is difficult, but with time, she can be helped.
Part of her problem happened to be the fact that she was using Norma and Jane as parent substitutes. And the two tough women did indeed supply her with an intimacy and support that her parents never gave her.
It is hoped that once she is placed in the boarding school, and with continued sessions with me, that she will transfer these loyalties, which are very strong, to other, more worthy objects.
I am afraid, however, that if she remains in the prison much longer the transfer of her loyalties will not be possible.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Sally M.
Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sally was a stunning blonde. I was shocked when I saw how innocent and sweet she was, the first time she came into my office. I was doing some work with the girls who were due for parole, to prepare them for life outside prison walls.
Sally's body was lush, and very full. She certainly didn't look her thirteen years, and there was a self-confidence about her that surprised and pleased me. She had been in the prison for a year and a half, for theft.
After her initial good impression, I became disturbed by her indifference to her crime. As her story unfolds, you will see the reasons for her indifference.
Well, Doc, I'm really glad to be here. The parole board says I can be released in six months. I'm supposed to come to you once a week until then. I don't really want to. I think it's a waste of time, and there's nothing wrong with me.
I'm an orphan. I was bounced around from one foster home to another. Most of those creeps only want foster kids to get the money. God forbid they should spend any of it on the kids they keep.
The last home I was in had twelve foster kids-honest to God! Twelve! And they were awful. I shared a bedroom with this one girl who was a real rat. Our foster mother, the creep, had sent me out with her one day to do some errands. I did what I was supposed to do, and as we were leaving the fabric shop, this girl I roomed with, Nancy, giggled, and shoved a bag in my hand.
"Take a look at that. We can fence it and get some money!" she said.
"What is it?" I asked. I looked in the bag, and it was this big piece of real pretty silk. I started to take it out of the bag, and that was when the store guard came over, and clapped his grubby hand on my shoulder.
"All right, young lady," he said, "you come with me."
I went all right! And no amount of pleading, begging, or crying, or swearing on a stack of Bibles would convince those fucking juvenile authorities that I didn't do it!
I got sent up. Of course. That's a good way to get rid of a kid who's still too young to work, and who is only a burden on the state, anyway. Next time around, Nancy is not going to have anything on me. I'm gonna steal up a storm. Nancy did it and got away with it. Now I'm going to do it, and I got lots of good lessons here in prison, I really did.
The first few days I got beat up a lot. Most of the prison population is black, and I was in for it, as far as those black bitches were concerned, with my blonde hair and blue eyes. You want to know what I think? I think they were jealous!
Anyway, on the fourth day, one of these black bitches threw soup at me, and I beat the shit out of her. One of the matrons took me to the head matron's office. The minute I saw her, I knew I was in for it. She was black as the ace of spades, and she looked mean. I noticed that she was playing with a billy club on her desk, fondling it as if it were a dildo, and then banging it, making dents in the big, old wooden desk.
"Sit down!" she barked in this voice that sounded like a bull horn.
I sat. Then she gave me this lecture about high and mighty young blonde girls who pick on poor little black girls.
I figured it couldn't get any worse than it was going to be, so I gave it back, about fucking little black bitches who are so high and mighty and who act so meek and humble and lick ass with the authorities, and then try to lord it over white girls, just because they think they're weak.
The matron turned kind of gray around the gills when I was speaking like that to her. I guess no one had dared do it before. And then she got this grim smile on her face, and her dark eyes lit up with this evil kind of glow.
"I suppose you don't lick ass," was all she said.
I just stared at her. She grabbed me roughly by the front of my dress and pulled me to my feet so that I was staring her straight in the eye. I was scared, I don't mind telling you, but I decided to brazen it out. I wasn't going to get licked in this hell-hole! So I just kept staring at her, until she slapped me hard across the face. Then she threw me over the desk, face down.
"Let's see how tough you think you are!" she bellowed at me. I heard her walk over to the door, and lock it, and then she came back to the desk again. She pulled up my dress up to my waist, and started beating my fanny with that billy club. And it hurt like hell! I just reached up and gripped the front edge of the desk with my hands, until my knuckles were white. I wasn't going to cry out.
But I was crying anyway. I didn't make any noise, but the tears rolled down my cheeks while she hit my ass cheeks with that rubber club. After awhile, though, it didn't hurt so hard, so I blinked my tears away, and just waited for her to finish. It was really a funny sensation. Here she was, beating the shit out of me, and my ass cheeks were really hot and stinging, but the warmth was sort of spreading to me, until it even felt a little bit good.
She finally stopped beating me. I could hear her breathing heavily. At first I thought it was because of all the effort she had put into whipping my ass. But then her breathing got even more heavy and she started to rub my ass cheeks. I thought to myself that I'd rather get beaten ten times over than to have that bull dyke playing with my rump.
Suddenly, she pulled my pants down, and then picked me up and threw me on the floor. I was shocked. I watched her pull her pants down, and then she fell on top of me. I have to say, she was a big woman, and the impact of her fall on my body took my breath away for a few minutes. I struggled for awhile, but it was no use. She was a big mother! And she was a hell of a lot stronger than me.
"You think you're so tough?" she gasped. "Let's see if you're tough enough to take me!" That was all the challenge I needed, and I just gritted my teeth, prepared to see it through to the end.
She squirmed over my body till her big, hairy muff was right in my face. I squealed, and threw my legs up in the air, as I felt her tongue suddenly licking my pussy lips. I had never let a girl do that to me, and a few of the kids in the homes I was in had asked me. I always said no. But this time, I had no choice.
I already had the experience of telling someone in authority that someone else, and not me, had done something wrong. And no one believed me. Now that I was a jailbird, who was going to believe me? I decided to play along with the game.
Her pussy had this strong, gamy odor. At first, I didn't like it, but as she kept on licking my pussy, and I wasn't going to give something without getting something in return, I decided to reciprocate.
Very gingerly, at first, I stuck my tongue out, and touched her pussy. Her lips were all big, and swollen and dark, and they were gleaming with her pussy juices. I could see her big hole, and the pussy cream was just pouring out of it. I thought it wouldn't taste good, but after I got the first taste of it in my mouth, I realized that it didn't taste too bad, so I licked again.
I felt her moaning against my muff before I heard the sound. My ass was so hot from the beating that I think it excited me anyway. I wasn't sure, but I was also desperate to get out of this joint alive. I started licking away like crazy. It didn't take me long to get used to the smell coming from her cunt, and it actually started to turn me on.
The last thing I remember thinking clearly, before I really let loose and enjoyed it was that I was not only a jailbird, I was a pervert. And then I laughed. I don't know what that damned black matron thought of my laughing. She was tonguing me furiously now. Her hands were kneading my soft round ass cheeks which were stinging so much as her mouth bobbed up and down on my pussy.
The heat from my beaten ass cheeks just mounted. I felt as if I had a fever, and I could feel the pussy juices starting to flow from my cunt. I didn't like that idea so much, because I knew I couldn't hide my excitement from this bull dyke, and I might be in for more of the same.
But I couldn't help it. Her big, thick tongue really worked wonders on my pussy sending me into spasms of pleasure. She ran her thick tongue up and down my slit, teasing my pussy lips until they were really swollen and hot-to-trot. And all the time her tongue was going crazy on my muff, I was taking my lessons from her and running my tongue up and down on her twat.
I saw her clitoris start to pop out of its fleshy folds. It was big and inflamed. I wondered what would happen if I stuck the tip of my tongue on it, so I did. Her black, thickly-furred muff started bouncing up and down on my mouth like crazy. I thought that was kind of fun, and the pain from my brutalized ass was easing out as the pleasure sensations built. So I really started teasing her clitoris.
I ran my tongue wetly around and around the little button, and then teased the rest of her swollen pussy lips, and then tried to fuck my tongue into her hole. Her pussy juices were gushing even more copiously now, and her hips were humping up and down on my mouth even faster.
I started to get off on the things her mouth was doing to me, and I went wild, and forgot all about my head and my reasoning powers. It was like I was a wildwoman, and I really wanted to get off. I wondered if I would be the first girl in prison to get off on a matron, and then I decided that that wasn't possible.
This black bitch who was eating me out had all the practice in the world. And in this prison, she also had all the power, so she could do anything she liked, and who could do anything back to her?
I kept running my tongue from her cunt hole up her swollen labia to that hard, excited little clitoris, imitating her tongue, and then inventing a few moves I hadn't felt her doing.
She started to moan heavily against my muff, as my tongue moved faster and harder. I guess I was getting the hang of it, and pleasing her. Her moans against my cunt made my own clitoris tingle deliciously. I felt my hips starting to hump up against her mouth.
She opened her mouth wide, and gobbled up all of my pussy in it. I can't begin to describe that sensation. It was incredible. I felt as if there were en enormous pressure on my pussy. I felt it throbbing powerfully, as her mouth sucked on it. I could feel my pussy lips swelling more than they had ever swelled before.
Inside her mouth, her tongue wasn't idle. It was still flicking back and forth with lightning-like moves over my clitoris, and my hips were just grinding away up into her full, black mouth. I did the same favor for her, opening my mouth wide, and stuffing as much of her huge pussy into it as I could.
It really was a funny sensation, and one that I got to like very much, because after this time, we did it a lot together. I was really into it, humping up into her furiously and in almost the same rhythm as her cunt was humping into my mouth.
I could feel the throbbing of her cunt flesh in my mouth, as I sucked on it. The blood was pounding through her cunt like a tom-tom. There was an indescribable sense of power in knowing that I could turn on this grim-faced matron, and I decided to give it all I had.
I guess I was more or less beside myself at this point, anyway. Her tongue had me insane with sensual bliss, and my hips were bouncing all over that carpet, and banging up into her mouth furiously.
Her own rhythm increased, as I really sucked hard on her cunt, teasing the clitoris with my tongue. Her pussy juices were really pouring into me, and I was swallowing them as fast as I could, so that they wouldn't drip down onto my chin.
There was so much cream, however, that some of it did escape in spite of my heroic efforts to get it all. By the time I had finished that first drink of pussy cream, I decided to become addicted to it. It really did taste good, slick and thick, and creamy going down.
I could tell from the increased throbbing in her twat that she was about to come. Playfully, I bit gently on her clitoris, and that did it. I almost was suffocated as her cunt pressed hard into my face, rubbing all over me and going crazy. She was swiveling her hips insanely, and humping down on my face furiously, as if she had gone mad.
I kept trying to keep my tongue on her clitoris as her muff bounced wildly up and down and around on my face. It was fun trying, even if I didn't always succeed with it. She was just moving too wildly for me to be able to manage it.
But I did manage to keep my tongue somewhere on her cunt. Either it was running up and down her swollen cunt lips, or I was trying to tongue-fuck her flowing hole, to capture all of the juices. My chin and cheeks were sticky with the passion juices that were flowing from her.
As her orgasm eased out a little, I felt my own orgasm building. Her tongue was going crazy on my cunt. She was moaning and grunting, and flattening her tongue out to press it heavily against my swollen, wet pussy lips, and then making it smaller, to tease my clitoris with the wet tip of it.
I could feel my pussy juices gushing madly, and I started to squeal against her black muff. She only increased her tonguing motions as my hips went wild, slamming lasciviously up and down and around the matron's big, experienced mouth. I had never felt pleasure like that.
It was as if my mind had wandered away somewhere, leaving only my body behind, and my body had become all cunt. Really! I don't know how else to describe it. I was all cunt, and it was rippling insanely as the matron's tongue flicked briefly in and out of the love hole, and then ran upward to the clitoris to tickle that into more fiery life.
I reached up and placed my hands on the matron's buttocks. They were big and soft, and high, and they bounced all over the place, as my tongue drove her to the delicious delirium of orgasm.
We both finished coming about the same time. I was feeling shaky, but I also felt good. Not only had I come strongly and for a long time, but I had made the matron come. I figured that gave me a bit of a handle on her.
I wondered what else she was going to do to me, as she lay on top of me, wriggling over my long, slender blonde body, and moaning heavily, as she relaxed from the dynamite experience of her orgasm.
I felt the same, relaxed, and warm, and almost sleepy from the orgasm that had ripped through me, thanks to her tongue.
I couldn't wait for round two!
INTERVIEW TWO
I lay there for a long time. My ass still stung, but it was a very nice and pleasant kind of stinging, and my pussy was just tingling in this funny wild way.
The matron got up off me, and pulled me to my feet. I was a little shaky on my pins. She threw my panties on me, and told me to put them on. Then she unlocked the door, and got one of the matrons to take me to my cell. She never said a word to me.
I wondered what was going to happen to me on account of that little session in her office. I didn't have to wait long.
I had been working in the laundry, which was hot, dirty, miserable work. One of the favorite ways the black girls had of really tormenting the white ones, and there weren't too many of us, was to push our faces in the scalding water, and reach out with irons and sear our skin. So I wasn't too fond of the work.
When I reported to work the following morning after breakfast, I was told to go to the head matron's office. I went, accompanied by a matron. I didn't feel too good, let me tell you. I was afraid of what she had in store for me.
When we got to the office, she handed a sheet of paper to the matron.
"Take her up to the library. We just lost one of the assistants because of parole."
I thought that was a funny way to put it, losing a prisoner to parole, but I went. The library was much better. It also turned out to be a lot of fun. There were lots of rooms around, and not too many of the prison inmates went there, except for studying, so the three black girls and I had a pretty good time.
I guess if life is easier, people get easier about dealing with other people. These black girls didn't tease me or torment me. We used to read a lot, all of us, because there wasn't too much to do, but they also played a lot.
Matrons would come in to get books, and two of the girls would be out to the John. Actually, they would be behind a bookcase, doing a number on each other. And I joined in. I actually enjoyed it.
About a week later, the matron called me down to her office again, and she locked the door. She wanted to find out how I liked the place. I knew better than that. And I was ready for anything.
She talked for awhile, and I just kept up my tough facade. Then she whacked me across the ass with that billy club again, and I kept a stony face this time. I figured she'd want to sixty-nine, but she didn't.
Grinning at me, she offered me the billy club. "Let's see you do a number on me," she grinned. I was really scared then! I didn't know what she would do to get even.
She had turned around and was lying across the desk, her hands gripping the front edge of the desk, the same way I had. I have to admit, between my fiery ass which was exciting my always-fiery cunt, and the thought of really beating the shit out of her, I was aroused.
I pulled up her skirt until it was around her waist, and then I started to whack her with the billy club. She moaned, and wiggled her ass around a lot, so I knew she was enjoying it. I could see the stain forming on the crotch of her panties as I whacked her. And my cunt was dripping, too.
Then I had an idea. I pulled her pants down. She gasped, and turned to look at me, and when I put the narrow end of the billy club near her cunt, she groaned some more, and her body, which had stiffened with surprise relaxed. I pressed into her cunt slowly at first.
She was wriggling all over the desk. She had spread her thighs as wide apart as they would go, and her big, brown ass was wiggling all over the black rubber billy club. When I got it in as far as I thought it was safe without splitting her wide open, I started rolling it around in her cunt, and rubbing it back and forth. When I pulled it out the first time, it was all covered with her pussy juices and it gleamed lewd-like in the overhead light of the office.
I just kept fucking her in and out, in and out with that rubber, billy-club dildo, until she came all over that desk. And she came wildly. I thought for awhile that she was going to jump right off the desk. Her hips were bouncing up and down, and wriggling all over my hand as I pumped in and out of her insatiable cunt.
My hand and wrist were covered with her come juices which were pouring out of her love-hole. When she had calmed down a little, I withdrew the billy club, and wiped it off with some kleenex which she had on the desk. Then I handed it back to her, along with her pants which she had kicked off her ankles, where they had hung for awhile, after I pulled them down.
She grinned at me, and then grabbed me, pushing me tight into her huge, high tits. I could feel them rubbing against my tits, through her thin uniform blouse, and it felt good.
I didn't know why, but that felt good, so I started to hump my pussy into hers. She had apparently had enough, because she pushed me away, and after putting on her panties, she remanded me to the matron who was waiting across the hall, sitting in a chair.
I was real horny all night because I had got the matron off, but she didn't get me off at all. She had beaten my ass and made me excited. My ass was all red, and it stung like hell. I frigged myself all night, but that wasn't good enough for me.
I have to tell you, I'm not a virgin. I was raped by one of my foster fathers when I was about nine years old, and I've had several foster brothers since then, in the various homes where I was placed. And what I really wanted was to feel something thick and hard up my cunt. I was angry with the matron because she hadn't done it to me.
When I got to the library the next morning, I went up to Sophie. Sophie is about seventeen, and she's big and dykish. I didn't tell her anything about the matron, because I didn't want to lose my easy job. I just said I was horny.
"You want me to suck you off, sweetie?" Sophie asked, her dark eyes glowing. "I do love white meat!" she laughed.
"You can if you want to, Sophie," I said, toying to get around to what was really on my mind. "If you do that, I'll do you," I said.
"But you don't sound too enthusiastic," she said, pulling some cards from the catalogue drawer.
"Nah...!" I said, as I marked new arrivals, and put the catalogue number on them, and made out cards myself. "I want something big stuffed up my cunt."
Sophie laughed. When Joan and Ruby came down from the stacks where they had been storing returned books, Sophie whispered to them. Both of them burst out laughing.
"Well, but who wants to do it?"
For awhile, I felt like some kind of crud, since they seemed to be fighting about who was going to do it. I figured they just didn't want to touch me, except to lick me off, and let me lick them to craziness.
It turned out that they were fighting among themselves. Sophie had hidden up in the stacks in the history section, where no one ever went, a dildo. She had stolen it from one of the matrons when she had been called into the office to be yelled at for something.
The girls all took turns using it, but they didn't dare bring it to their cells because of the frequent searches, and the risk they would take of being deprived of their pet toy.
They had never told me about it. They said they weren't sure about me, how far I'd go. Sophie agreed that she and I would go up to the stacks, and Joan and Ruby would be the lookouts, and then Joan and Ruby would go up to the stacks to use it.
My cunt was really creaming when I climbed up the tin stairs leading to where they stored all the books, and we went to the history section, where no one ever went, and found the dildo. It was in a hollowed-out book, way in the back of the tin shelves, where no one would find it.
Sophie did this gorgeous strip tease in front of me, taking off all her clothes.
Her skin was a light brown, and her breasts looked like ripe pears just ready to fall from a tree, they were so full and soft-looking. While she was stripping, I wasn't wasting any time. I hadn't had all my clothes off except for a shower, since I'd got to this lousy joint, and I intended to take full advantage of it.
Pretty soon, we were both down to the buff, and we started crawling all over each other. I was particularly eager to get my hands on her gorgeous tits, and as I reached out, I realized that that was where Sophie was heading, too. I could feel my nipples pucker under her soft hands, as she palmed my full breasts, and I watched with pleasure as my soft flesh excited her nipples to hard erection.
I kneaded them with my thumb and forefinger, loving the feeling of the hard puckered flesh. My pussy was really creaming as we lay down, and rolled all over each other, teasing each other's pussy, and really driving each other wild.
Sophie did me first. She straddled my head, leaning forward so that this dildo, which looked exactly like a penis, and even felt a bit like one, was pressed against the entrance to my cunt. Then she lay on me, flat, her legs spread, and her muff right near my mouth.
She had a nice, clean, womanly smell, and I enjoyed it, as I flicked out my tongue to tease her clitoris. I ran the tip of my tongue around and around her swollen clitty, until I felt the heavy, thick dildo pressing into my hungry twat.
I couldn't even wait for her to push it in. I arched my hips up, wildly, impaling myself on the thick rubber head. I moaned against Sophie's cunt, my mouth wide open, as I gasped with the pleasure of feeling that dildo stretching my pussy walls wide open.
"Oooooh, that do feel good, honey, do it again!" yelled Sophie, rocking her cunt back and forth on my mouth. I figured since she liked it, I might as well really give it to her.
So I captured all of her cunt in my mouth, while she started pushing the dildo farther and farther into my insatiable snatch. I can't tell you how good it felt to have that big, rubber monster pushing into my twat. It was as good as the real thing as far as I was concerned.
I started moaning in earnest against Sophie's cunt, and she started to fuck me with the dildo. She pulled it out to the head, and then pushed it all the way in again. Then she went in and out, in and out, and the more excited I got her with my tongue, and giving her a hum job against her swollen pussy, the harder and the faster she rammed that dildo in and out of me.
My ass cheeks were slapping up and down on the floor as I wriggled and squealed and writhed all over that dildo! And Sophie really knew how to use it, too. She thrust it in and out, and then she twirled it around and around in my cunt, and the harder I licked her, the harder and faster that dildo went in and out of my aching twat.
My cunt was itching something fierce, and that dildo was the answer to my prayers, as she shoved it in and out. I could feel the hard edges of it rubbing against the walls of my incredibly stretched pussy, and I could feel my juices lubricating it, pouring ah around the heavy, hard shaft, and down until they dripped over my ass, and trickled deliciously down my ass cheeks, to pool on the floor.
Sophie was really going fast as I felt the heat increase in her pussy. My mouth was as much on fire from her cunt, and the licking and sucking I was doing, as my cunt was on fire from the beautiful fucking I was getting with the dildo.
Sophie's cunt really started to press hard into my mouth. She was grinding her hips into my face with a real crazy motion, first back and forth, rocking across my sucking mouth, and then around and around as my tongue found her clitoris and circled the inflamed little love button.
I really loved the way she felt on my mouth. I knew she was going to come any second, and I knew when she started to come that I would come with her. And she did start to come. I started lapping up her pussy juices furiously, as they poured out of her wildly. There was just too much for me to lap up all at once, and a lot of them dribbled down my chin, and over my cheeks.
But I didn't mind at all. I loved it, as a matter-of-fact.
As Sophie started to come, she really went wild with the dildo. She was ramming it in and out of me like crazy, and I could feel the fire in my own cunt building until finally, it spread through my whole body and I was almost convulsing under Sophie. I was twisting and turning, and my legs were kicking up and down as I felt my cunt muscles rippling against that massive dildo.
Sophie kept on pumping it in and out of me frantically, as my tongue went wild on her pussy. I was moaning heavily, and I could tell from the vibrations of my lips as the moans came pouring out of my mouth, that I was really doing a number on her cunt.
Her movements became even more spastic as the hum job triggered a bigger orgasm. We both started writhing heavily against each other. We were almost beating each other with our mouths and that dildo.
Finally, the spasms of my orgasm eased out somewhat, and I relaxed a little, sighing with the pleasure of having my cunt reamed out so wonderfully. I grabbed Sophie around her rocking hips, and really hugged her, as I came floating down from the best orgasm I had had in a long time.
I did the same thing for Sophie, that Sophie had done for me. As soon as we felt a little more steady after the dynamite orgasm we had had, I straddled Sophie's face, and used the dildo on her. We came even more violently the second time. My hand and wrist were just dripping with her come juices, and her face was covered with it, from licking me out. She even sucked on my pussy hole, trying to force more juices out of me.
We got dressed, and left the dildo on a shelf, and went down to spell the other two girls. They complained when we came down, that we'd been up there an awful long time. But they were gone a long time, too.
And that's the way it's been, Doc. The head matron still keeps using me. I think she's a bit odd. She loves to beat me, and then make me lick her out, but she's just as happy if I don't come.
All I can say is, I'm very grateful for that library job, and the three girls I work with. They don't look down on whites, but they sure do go down on me good. And I'm getting pretty good at it myself. I can really bring them off!
We use the dildo a lot. It seems that the longer you're confined to a place, the hornier you get. I used to think I'd be happy if I got off once a week. But I know it has to be at least once a day, and more if I can.
The only time it gets tough is around exam time, when the library is full of inmates cramming for tests, and borrowing books they wouldn't touch any other time. But that's only for about a week.
I guess I wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer. I don't have anything to do except to go back to more foster homes. And I have a criminal record anyway.
CONCLUSION
Sally was not the first girl who had told me a bizarre story like that. I spoke quietly to the prison officials, citing the instances I was given by these pathetic little patients.
They very quietly removed all the offending matrons, and the head matron was not the only one who was making free with some of the young, lush bodies of the inmates, and then re-organized the prison.
In the meantime, I made arrangements, through a very good friend of mine, to have Sally go into fosterage with a very kindly family who had no children of their own, and were too well off to need the money. That way she could have some stabilizing home life.
I recommended extensive therapy for her, and planned to follow up on her case myself. I am happy to report that before she went out on parole, she had given up her defiant ideas of making a life of crime for herself.
This case was, indeed unfortunate, because I believed her when she said she hadn't stolen the fabric. I was assured by the parole board, however, that if she got to her eighteenth birthday with no more prison record, that her file would be closed, and that there would be no record outstanding against her name.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Jane C.
Age: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
I couldn't believe that Jane was only twelve years old when she was first brought to my office, at the prison where I was studying the neurotic behavior of female inmates.
She was extremely tall for a twelve-year-old, already five-feet-four, and her breasts were fully developed. They were full and ripe, and they tapered away to a very tiny waist and flared out again in firm, full hips.
I noticed when she sat down and crossed her legs, that her legs were long and extremely well-shaped. She seemed impatient to start the interview.
O.K., Doc, I know why I'm here, so I guess I should start from day one. You wanta know how many times I've fucked, and other sorts of behavior. Well, mostly, I guess, you wanta know how many times I've fucked.
I've never fucked. I hate men. I want you to know that now. I've been here since I was eleven, and I'm going on thirteen now. I'm due for parole in three months if I keep my nose clean.
That's a little hard to do.
The reason I'm in reformatory is because I kept running away. I kept running away because my father kept chasing me around the house, trying to catch me when my mother wasn't around.
You see, my mother worked, and my father stayed home all day and drank, when he wasn't pulling on his own meat, and chasing me.
Boys really make me sick to my stomach. Finally, my mother and father couldn't stand my running away any more, and they took me to a social worker. When I told the social worker what my problem was, she decided I had a perverted imagination. She went to the juvenile judge who decided that the discipline of reformatory would be good for me until I got those sinful, lurid thoughts about my father out of my head.
Reformatory isn't supposed to be like prison. Or at least the grownups and the prison authorities rationalize that it's not. It's just supposed to be a stricter school with closer supervision for small children with discipline problems. I really am angry that they didn't imprison my father.
He's the one who's evil, not me!
Anyway, they brought me here early one Saturday afternoon. The matron was a good sort, and she even got me a snack because I had missed lunch, and then showed me where I'd be having my classes, and where I'd be working, and the big yard where they exercised everybody.
It sure didn't look any different from what I had read a prison was like, right down to the bars on the windows, and the fact that they locked the barred doors to your room every night.
We all had roommates, and mine was a black girl named Sandy. She was really kind of mean-looking, and I didn't want to be locked in the same room with her. I didn't dare protest to the matron, though. I figured she'd give me a black mark or something on my record book.
The doors all opened onto a large corridor. During the day they were unlocked, but the entrance and exit doors to the corridor itself were locked, with matrons guarding each door. That way, they figured we could all socialize and study together and stuff like that.
It turned out not to be such a good idea. At first, Sandy was O.K. She was gruff, but she was very helpful. She told me how to fold things so that the matron would let us pass inspection which was every morning at six o'clock, and she told me some of the rules that the matron had failed to mention, rules made up by the older girls.
Then she looked at me. "You got real pretty red hair, and white skin. The older black girls are gonna love making a sex-slave out of you!"
I broke out into this cold sweat.
"What are you talking about? This is supposed to be a prison, with police officers and everything around. How can they get away with that? I think you're mean for teasing me like that."
"You'll see," Sandy said, grimly. "You don't have to believe me at all. When the time comes, you'll see I'm not mean. And another bit of advice. Act tough, and don't cry. If you do it will be worse for you."
Well, I thought Sandy was lying. I found out different after supper. When I went to the dining hall, all the black girls were staring at me. I could watch their eyes gleaming as they followed my progress down the hall to my assigned place at the table.
Then I heard some of the girls at the table behind mine start to titter. "Looks like cherry for dessert," one of them said.
The others just giggled, until the matron yelled for them to be quiet.
"See, I told you so!" Sandy said. I looked at her. She had a tough look on her face, but her eyes weren't so tough.
"If they come to our cell, then that means I'm gonna get it too," Sandy whispered, digging into the ugliest-looking hash I have ever seen. "I hate you! I wish you hadn't come."
"Maybe it won't happen," I whispered back, now on the defensive myself.
"Oh, yes it will," she said, a large tear forming in her eye.
And it did happen! A couple of hours after supper, when we were all supposed to be studying, I heard one of the matrons call out, "Where you going, Mabel?"
"Down to check up on the new kid, Jane, to see what books she's gonna need for class."
"O.K.," the reply came back. Sandy looked at me wide-eyed. "If you scream out or tattle, it will be worse for you. Just take it and shut up!"
Well, Mabel was the biggest, toughest-looking bruiser of a female I've ever seen in my life. She must have been close to six feet and she was built like, forever, it seemed. Her legs must have been a mile long, and her tits were big, and they didn't even sag. She had a small waist and big hips.
I looked at her and then I looked at Sally. Sally had this tough look on her face, and she was trying to out-stare Mabel.
Then I saw a shadow in the doorway, beside Mabel. It was another black woman. She was smaller than Mabel, but no less imposing. They both walked in and slammed the door shut.
"Whaddya think, Ruby?" asked Mabel, grinning at me.
"Hmphhh!" Ruby said, going over to the desk that Sally and I shared and throwing a couple of text books on it. ".Here, kid, you're gonna need those."
"I know something else she's gonna need," Mabel sneered walking over to where I was sitting on my cot.
"Yeah, but we need it first," Ruby laughed. They both started to take off their clothes.
"O.K., you two, strip!" Mabel barked.
Sally took off her uniform without saying anything, until she was nude. She really had a good-looking body. She was a light brown color, and her figure was similar to mine. She was tall like me, and she had big, ripe-looking breasts, and a flat belly, and her hips were slender. She had long legs, well-shaped. And she was strong-looking!
I just sat there, until Ruby reached down, and pulled me to my feet. She pulled my face up real close to hers, until I could see the gold flecks in her dark brown eyes.
"You listen. You do as you're told around here, see? If you don't, you'll find out what's good for you-fast!"
"Yeah," drawled Mabel, whose body was as gorgeous out of clothes as it was in clothes, "how would you like to lose your pretty face?"
I gulped, and did as I was told. The two black girls sat on my cot and whistled and made comments as I took my clothes off. I was shaking like a leaf. When I had finished undressing, the two black girls just looked me over, and then Mabel got up, and started to run her hands all over my body. I just stared. I didn't know what to do.
Sally was just sitting there, silent, until Ruby told her to lie down. Mabel grabbed my wrists, and made me lie down on my bed.
"O.K., Sally, you know what to do!" I heard Ruby croak, and pretty soon I heard Ruby moaning. In the meantime, Mabel had straddled my chest, with her pussy very close to my mouth.
"You better learn what to do, baby, and fast!" threatened Mabel. I guess I was hip enough to understand what she wanted. I had never done it with a girl, but I had a couple of girlfriends at school who were lesbians, and they used to describe what girls do to other girls.
I looked down at her muff. It was thickly-furred, and her pussy lips were swollen and gleaming with her pussy juices. And it smelled funny. I mean, real gamy and musky-like.
Suddenly, Mabel slapped me real hard across my face. "Get to it, girl, now!" she bellowed. She moved up until her swollen, tawny-colored pussy lips were right over my mouth. Her pussy was creaming heavily, and it was dripping down on my mouth.
At first, I was nauseated. I really thought I was going to get sick. But I was seeing stars from that slug she had thrown at me, and I wasn't willing to take any more of a beating, so I stuck my tongue out, and flicked it at her pussy lips.
I thought I was going to hate the taste. But when I smacked my lips, and swallowed her pussy cream, I was relieved to find out that it didn't taste that bad, strange, but not bad.
"Run your tongue up and down my slit," Mabel instructed. I started to do that. I flattened my tongue and pressed it into her soft, swollen girl-meat. Mabel started to groan, and she rocked her hips back and forth on my mouth, as I ran my tongue back and forth over her cunt. After a little while, I decided I liked the taste of her pussy juices, so I tried to stick my tongue into her fuck-hole, which was pouring with thick, creamy juices.
Mabel seemed to like that, because she pressed her pussy harder into my mouth. Her cunt cream was flowing even more heavily now, and it was dribbling down my chin, because I couldn't lap it up fast enough.
I started to run my tongue up her slit again, and I felt the hard, enlarged, and very inflamed nubbin of her clitoris. I decided to tease that for a little while, so I ran the tip of my tongue around and around the hard little love button. Mabel liked that even better. She had leaned forward, with her jugs dancing in front of my eyes. She had braced herself by putting her hands on my shoulders. Her hips were dancing all over my face now, and her pussy cream was pouring like a small waterfall.
The room became filled with the smell of our pussy juices, because even I was getting turned on. I looked up at her gorgeous brown jugs which were bouncing in front of me. I had this urge to touch them. I wasn't sure whether Mabel would like it or not, but as the smell and the taste of her cunt got me aroused, I threw caution to the winds, and brought my hands up, and palmed her tits.
Mabel certainly appreciated it! She actually smiled, and, encouraged by this sign of her approval, I kneaded her big nipples which were already puckered with her excitement, between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Her breasts really were gorgeous. They were big, but very firm, and they stuck proudly out from her chest.
I had always been proud of my own tits, but Mabel's were the best I had ever seen. Her skin was a dark brown, and her nipples were almost black they were so dark. And they were big nipples! They stood out straight and hard from the spongey mound of her boobs. I kept palming her tits, and kneading her nipples, and at the same time, I really got into licking her slit.
Her meat was soft, and it was hot and throbbing on my tongue. I explored every nook and cranny of her pussy lips, teasing her love hole, and sucking up the juices and then running my tongue up to her clitoris, and circling it wetly while I did a number on her jugs.
Mabel was moaning, and tossing around. Her full ass cheeks were bouncing up and down on my chest, and I realized that my own nipples were puckered with the pleasure of the soft contact of her brown flesh on my white skin. It started to be a very nice sensation in a weird way. I mean, I had never done it with a girl, and I thought it would be disgusting.
I decided it might not be my favorite form of sexual entertainment, but it was nice. It was nice to be getting hot and excited with a woman. Her flesh was so soft, and her boobs were so big and beautiful, and she was acting so excited by everything I did for her.
I guess I would have known what to do anyway. After all, I'm a girl, and I know what I like. And I took my own pleasure as my cue for what Mabel might like. I know I like fondling my own titties, so I guessed that Mabel might like it. And I knew that I liked to tease my own clitoris, until the little love button was on fire, and then come like gangbusters, so I kept teasing Mabel's clit.
The only problem was, there was no one to do me. Over on the other cot, I kept hearing Ruby moaning, and grunting. I could hear wet sounds like Sally was really going to town on Ruby's cunt, licking her furiously.
Mabel was going a little crazy, too. Her hips were really bouncing around now, and her muff ground into my face hard, so hard that there were times when I had trouble breathing. I kept trying to lick up all her pussy juices, but they were coming so hot and fast, that there was no way I could get it all.
I decided that I would make that one of my goals while I was in the reformatory. Since I assumed this would be happening all the time, I was going to practice sucking up all the pussy juices that flowed from a girl's cunt.
My cheeks and chin were covered with the slimy residue that I couldn't swallow, and it was dripping down onto the pillow. It was even in my hair, matting it. The sounds that were coming from the other bed were also a turn-on, and I could feel my own pussy starting to cream, as Mabel got wilder and wilder.
"Oooooh, go to it, girl. Ohhh, you do it good. Ahhhhh!" groaned Mabel, pressing her cunt into my face.
I got this wild idea. I opened my mouth wide, and I covered all of Mabel's cunt. I acted as if I wanted to swallow it whole. It took some doing, because Mabel had a big cunt, with big, fat lips, and a lot of fur, but I did it and then, covering my teeth with my lips, I started to munch on it, biting down softer than I should have, because Mabel yelled, "Harder! Harder. Do it!"
I started really munching on her cunt. I even bit some of the pussy hairs, and pulled them. Mabel let out a little shriek, but she pumped her cunt into my mouth harder and harder.
Her grip on my shoulders was really fierce, and I knew she was leaving bruises. I could also tell by the way her pussy flesh was throbbing that she was going to come soon. Her pussy juices were come so hot and heavy, that I was afraid I would choke on them, or drown in them. I started munching faster and faster, and just before she let out a strangled cry, indicating that her orgasm had started, I released her cunt, and began to tongue her clitoris furiously. Mabel went positively wild.
Her flesh was slapping wildly all over my mouth and face. Her cunt was slipping and sliding wildly, as she wrestled in the throes of her orgasm. I had never seen anyone come that way before.
Again, it was a turn-on. I really needed to come. I squeezed her nipples harder and harder, and really dug into the clitoris, which was jumping under the touch of my tongue. Mabel broke out into this heavy sweat, and threw her head back.
Her mouth was wide open, in this soundless scream, but a little squeaking noise was coming from her throat. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her face all screwed up with her passion. It was wild, and fascinating, and it made me feel good to know that I had made her come like that.
Finally, grunting heavily, her motions slowed down a bit, and she began to ease out of the convulsions that were really ripping through her. My own breathing was coming harder and harder, as Mabel relaxed. She had really turned me on, and I wanted to come badly.
I heard Ruby grunting and groaning over on the other bed, as Sally sucked her to a climax. Pretty soon, both women were sighing and gasping. Mabel released her incredibly strong grip on my shoulders, and fell over on top of me while her breathing came back to normal.
I looked over on the other bed. The two black women were pressed together, and Ruby looked as if she had come heavily, too. I caught Sally's eye, but I couldn't quite understand the nature of the look.
Finally, Mabel sat up, shakily, and put her uniform back on. She looked at me and grinned.
"You'll do fine," she said gruffly. "You're my little sex slave from now on, and you can make sure when you get your list of duties to mark down that you suck me off every night."
With that, she got up, and left the room with Ruby.
There was only one problem. I had done such a good job on Mabel, that I was horny as hell, and I didn't know what to do about it, except wait for lights out, and then frig myself to sleep. My cunt was twitching furiously, and my clitoris was on fire.
I got up and put on the pajamas they had given me, and then lay down on the bed for awhile, to read. Sally put her pajamas on for bed check, but she just lay there staring at me.
The matron finally came down the hall, closing doors, and saying good night to the inmates. When she got to our door and looked in, I was reading, and Sally was pretending to sleep, with her face to the wall. I looked up at the matron. I was almost afraid she'd know what we were doing.
"Hmmm!" she said roughly. "I see you're studying. Good. We'll probably get along well, then." Then she closed the door, and locked it. A few minutes later, someone in the corridor bellowed, "Lights out!" and the room was in darkness.
INTERVIEW TWO
I waited for awhile, hoping to hear Sally's breathing get deeper, meaning that she was asleep. Instead, I heard Sally tossing and turning on her bed. It suddenly occurred to me that Sally might have been just as turned on as I was, and needed to get off, too.
I mean, I didn't mind getting Mabel off. As a matter-of-fact, I rather enjoyed it. But the girls sure as shit didn't do anything for me, or for Sally, from what I could see.
Under the covers, I put my hand on my pussy, and felt my pussy meat jump with excitement at the warm pressure of my hand. I really needed to get off, bad, but with Sally tossing and turning, I didn't know how to do it without her knowing.
Then I heard Sally get out of bed. I heard her walking across the small room, and I felt her sitting on my bed.
"Jane, are you awake?"
I was real angry. "Yes, dammit, I am!" I growled. "What did you expect? I get off that big black dyke, and she doesn't do anything for me."
"Well, how do you think I feel?" Sally asked in an aggrieved tone of voice.
"I haven't the slightest idea!" I said. "You're more used to this than I am. I can't believe they get away with this."
"Well, they do, and they always have. Usually, when they come to my room, I just wait till lights out, and do myself."
"Well, that's sort of what I had in mind," I said, feeling better about my need to frig myself.
"Why don't we do it to each other?"
"I don't know," I said, doubtfully. "I've never done it before tonight."
"Well, I never did it before I got here, either," Sally said. "But a fact's a fact! I need to get off, and so do you."
Sally had reached out, and was fondling one of my breasts through the blanket. I could feel my nipple pucker, and knew that I was getting even more turned on by her soft, brown hand.
Then she lay down beside me, and started to kiss my cheek. I could feel her breathing getting heavier and heavier.
"Oh, what the hell," I said, as I found my own breath labored, "Let's!" I sat up, and pulled off my pajamas, and Sally did the same. Then we were in each other's arms, pressed tightly together. We were kissing and dry-humping each other's pussy. I really liked the soft feel of our bodies together, the feeling of Sally's nipples puckering against my tit-flesh, and the feeling of my puckered nipples, rubbing over Sally's big, brown boobs.
I started to giggle, and Sally did, too. That made our bodies jiggle and hump more against each other. Our bellies were really jiggling, and that made me more excited.
I brought my hand up, to palm Sally's nice tits. She returned the favor herself, squeezing my nipples, and making them pucker more. We were still giggling and playing with each other, when Sally sneezed. That made her pussy hump heavily into mine. I felt the wet, sticky contact of her inner pussy lips against my pussy lips, which were swollen and peeking out of the outer lips.
My cunt was really creaming at this point. Sally started to sneeze again, and this time, when her cunt pressed hard into mine, I humped back at her. Sally gasped.
"Let's see if we can come just humping each other."
"O.K.," I said, liking the sensation of our fat little mounds pressed into each other, and the scratchy, tickling feel of our cunt hairs mingling. We started to hump our muffs into each other, grinding them around and around. Each movement opened up the outer lips even more, and made our inner pussy meat press and slip and slide against each other.
It really was a nice feeling, and I could feel fiery sensations of pleasure starting in my cunt and then rippling up to my head. I knew that Sally was feeling the same way, because she started humping faster and faster, and grinding her meat around and around my swollen, wet lips. I was also humping faster and harder, as I felt the fire building in my cunt, I couldn't help it anymore. I kept pressing and pressing into Sally's thick, sticky meat while she was rubbing around and around with her pussy meat.
We were still kissing, our tongues touching briefly, and then our tongues roamed around and around our moist, heavily breathing mouths. The whole feeling was soft and sensuous, and I could feel my orgasm starting slowly in my cunt.
Sally got so crazy, finally, that she rolled over on top of me. I spread my legs apart, so that she could continue to rub and press into my pussy meat. She was really humping at me like crazy now, and my clitoris was on fire as well as my cunt.
Then I felt Sally's pussy cream gushing furiously. It was dribbling out of her cunt in hot streams and rolling down her slit and landing on my pussy meat. It felt strange and nice, and Sally started really beating into me with her body. Her tongue went crazy in my mouth as her pussy went crazy on mine.
The friction from her rubbing sent even more heat coursing through my body and then I felt my own orgasm building. It was sharp and quick when it first started, rumbling in my cunt and then spreading through my whole body, hot and fierce. And then as it spread it got softer, and I thought my brain and my body was covered in this red, hot haze.
My body trembled wildly,-as the spasms in my cunt rippled upward, until my whole body was taut with pleasure. Sally was still dry-humping me furiously, her body covered with sweat. She was moaning in my mouth, and her soft, wet tongue was running around and around my mouth.
The pleasure of her tongue in my mouth only intensified the feelings that were rippling through me. I brought my knees up, spreading my cunt even wider apart. Then Sally was rubbing all over my clitoris which was screaming with ecstasy. The heat from my clitoris spread through my already convulsing body, and the pleasure sensations increased to an incredible degree.
I really thought I was going to pass out at one point. I closed my eyes and clutched Sally's soft, brown body into mine, as she slipped and slid and slithered all over my body, her cunt pressed wetly and hotly into my cunt.
I started to break out in a sweat, and our juices mixed, and our bodies, humping into each other made wet, slurping noises.
Finally, Sally started to come down from her orgasm, and her motions became less rough, and more soft, and smooth, and sensual. She was moaning into my mouth, as I started to come down. I felt as if I were wrapped in this nice, warm glow. I was reluctant to let go of Sally, which seemed to be fine with her.
She didn't seem to want to let go of me. We kissed for a little while longer, and then she got up, and went back to her own bed, reminding me to put my pajamas back on because they had periodic bed checks, especially when the shifts changed.
Well, that was the start of my reformatory life. I can tell you that the black girls all think I'm the best cunt-lapper they ever met. I really did practice, and got so I could swallow all of Mabel's pussy juices. And Mabel after awhile, stopped being so tough with me.
She'd do favors for me, and make life easy for me. Ruby and Mabel aren't the only girls I service. I service most of the black girls on my floor. Sally has stopped being angry with me, because we have each other after lights out, and also because I share the goodies which the other girls give me.
Like, for instance, Mabel found out I didn't like working in the machine shop, so she got the girl who was assistant to the cook, to fuck up a lot, and then we swapped jobs. Then I got Sally in the kitchen, because she didn't like her job either.
It's a nice job to have. You have to get up a little earlier than most of the girls, but you get through earlier, and you get seconds, and can nibble at the food. Plus I'm learning how to cook. Sally and I make the best cheese bread anywhere, and other girls do us favors to influence the cook a little in terms of the menu.
The first thing I learned to do was make a better hash, which everyone likes. So my life isn't too bad. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get out, though. I don't want to go back to my father. I can't stand him.
And you better believe, if he was chasing me around before, the way I've developed he's going to chase me around even more until he gets me, and I can't stand the thought of it.
I'm not here because I want any help. I'm scoring brownie points because they told us that you needed subjects for research.
CONCLUSION
This was one of the more interesting cases I found in the prison. None of the other young inmates mentioned anything about being sex slaves to the older girls.
In confidence, I mentioned this to the matron, a good, if somewhat naive woman, who was appropriately shocked. Rather than let the cat out of the bag, pointing the finger at anyone, what she did do, was rearrange the sleeping quarters of the girls, making sure that the older ones were on one floor, and the younger ones on another.
I asked her in passing if she believed Jane's story. She told me she did; that many girls actually got themselves in scrapes in order to be sent to reformatory to get away from lecherous parents.
She assured me in her warm-hearted way that everything would be done for Jane, and that a sympathetic social worker had been assigned to her case, to make sure that no harm was done.
When I suggested that I was willing to prolong my study in order to provide some therapeutic assistance to Jane for her last few months in prison, the matron gladly cooperated.
I am happy to say that shortly after Jane left prison, the social worker, a man, appropriately enough, caught Jane's father in the act of ripping off her clothes. She was promptly remanded to foster care, where she is thriving.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject; Alice M.
Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Alice was recommended to me by one of the matrons on her floor. Alice is a cut-up. She is constantly in trouble, and if there are fights anywhere, Alice seems to be in the middle of them, if not the outright instigator of them.
When I first saw this gorgeous willowy blonde, I was extremely aroused by her sensual manner and her fully-developed figure. She was cocky, slightly arrogant, and not at all embarrassed to tell her story, which I have transcribed literally from our interviews.
I'm here because I'm a cut-up. I'm in this joint because I'm a cut-up, too. I used to get into all sorts of trouble. I ran away from home a couple of times, and I always used to fight with the boys, mostly because they tried to make me, and I wasn't interested.
But the worst scrape I ever got myself into was the time I was smoking with two other girls in the boiler room, and the place caught on fire. They didn't even have to ask who was involved in that one!
My father declared me incorrigible, so they put me in prison. I'm here till I'm sixteen. I wouldn't mind staying here all the time. It's stricter than at home, and it's more interesting.
The only problem I have is there are no boys around, and most of the older girls take advantage of me, because I'm small and sexy-looking. Most of the girls here are real, hardened cases. I mean some of them have done things like murder people, and cut up people, and rob and things like that.
I used to think I was real bad, but I don't any more. The problem is, besides being real hardened cases, most of the girls are black. One of them, Tillie, always says that opposites attract. That's probably why they all pick on me.
What really got me mad was one day in the kitchen when I was on dish-washing detail, Tillie came up behind me and goosed me. I mean, not just over my uniform, she stuck her lousy black finger right up my ass under my dress. I was scrubbing a big pot, and I turned and slugged her with it.
Well, Tillie doesn't take no for an answer, which I have already found out. But I don't like people fucking around with me, either. At least, not that way. Well, we had a real brawl, and a lot of the dishes got broken.
The first few weeks I was in here, it was bad. I had never made it with anyone, and I really didn't want to. But one day, when I was down in the laundry room, about a week after I started, one of the black girls who couldn't take her eyes off me grabbed me.
I started to yell and kick, but the other girls in the laundry only laughed at me. This girl pulled me behind a pile of sheets which had just been washed, and which were supposed to be ironed, and she almost beat me to a frazzle. Then she made me lick her till she came.
She pulled down her pants, and straddled my chest, bouncing up and down.
"Now, you do it, girl, or I'll cut your face up real bad," she snarled. I really didn't want my face cut up at all. All of a sudden, another black face appeared over the laundry baskets behind which we had been fighting.
"Oh, goodie!" she yelled. "I love white meat!" So while the first girl was straddling my chest, the second one came around and pulled my pants off my kicking legs. She dived right in.
At first, I was horribly embarrassed and humiliated. I don't usually lose fights, but I sure lost this one. And then, to have one black girl licking my cunt, and the other one rubbing her cunt in my face was a position I thought I would never be in. You see, I never thought I was queer. I just thought boys were obnoxious, most of them, and girls are mostly silly, so I wasn't that interested in them, either.
Anyway, as I said, I really didn't want to get my face all cut up, and these girls would do it, believe me!
So I closed my eyes, and stuck my tongue out, and started to lick this girl's cunt. The smell of it was overpowering at first, but I really didn't think it was obnoxious.
The girl who was licking me out was holding on to my legs with an iron-hard grip, so that I wouldn't kick her, and the girl who was straddling my chest was holding onto my wrists.
I decided that if I couldn't win, I could lose with good grace, and maybe score some brownie points later, if I really pleased them. So I really tried to do a good job. I opened my eyes to see what I was licking, and I became fascinated.
The girl had a real big muff, and it was covered with an incredible amount of kinky, wiry black hair. Her hairs kept tickling my nose when I ran my tongue up and down her labia.
Her pussy lips were a tawny color, and they were swollen and pouting out of the outer lips, they were so filled with blood. And she was creaming heavily. It was oozing out of her dark love hole in a thick, kind of milky colored stream, and it was dribbling down my chin.
I reached out with my tongue again, and sucked up some of it. It didn't taste bad at all, slightly fishy and salty, but that was O.K. I always liked fish. So then I tried to stiffen my tongue and get it all the way up her hole. I managed to get it a good way in, and I twirled it around.
"Oooh, yeahhh!" the girl bellowed. Her hips started rocking back and forth on my face, covering me with her come juices, as I twirled my tongue around and around.
Then I took it out again, and ran my tongue all the way back up to her clitoris, which was popping out of its sheath of flesh, hard and bright and covered with her juices.
The girl who was doing her number on me was good at it. I started to pay attention to what she was doing, and discovered that it was turning me on. So I spread my legs a little bit, and she let go of her claw-like grasp on my legs. She was biting my clitoris with soft little bites that were driving me crazy. I felt as if she had struck a match to my little love button, the way it was burning me, and I could feel my own pussy juices starting to flow.
It was like my insides were melting. The girl's ass cheeks were spread open on my chest, and my nipples were puckering with the soft feel of her buns pressing into me.
It was a crazy sensation, and I actually began to like it, so I stopped feeling so bad about losing the fight. In the meantime, I started to take cues from the girl who was licking me out.
I started twirling my tongue rapidly around and around the girl's clitoris, and then I bit on it softly. She groaned again, and her hips started going kind of crazy on my breasts. My tits were pressed flat against her ass cheeks as she bounced up and down, and rolled around and around on my boobs.
She was really starting to move fast and wild, as I kept on biting and sucking on her clitoris. Then I could feel more of her pussy juices trickling out of her fuck-hole, and dribbling down her ass cheeks. Her cream was puddling on my chest, in a soft, sticky kind of way. It felt a little like hand cream except it was very warm.
I brought my tongue down her swollen girl-meat to her steaming love hole again, and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go, sucking out all the juices, and swallowing them.
My body was feeling very hot, as the wet tongue of the girl drove my own cunt crazy, and I started getting crazy with this girl's cunt. I opened my mouth wide and tried to swallow it whole.
"Yeahhh! Do it, do it!" the black girl screamed, really pressing her pussy into my mouth. She was humping almost convulsively now, and her pussy juices were pouring out in a hot stream. I sucked and licked like crazy, covering every inch of her pussy meat, trying to drive her even crazier. My tongue rode wetly up and down her tawny-colored meat, teasing her clitoris, and then sliding down her cunt until I got to her love hole. I'd stick my tongue in as far as it would go and twirl it around some more. The more I did this, the easier it was to get my tongue in. Her pussy was sort of contracting. It almost felt as if her pussy muscles were trying to suck my tongue in. And the more excited she became, the harder the sucking motions became.
She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were closed. My hips were beating a wild tattoo on the mouth of the girl who was eating me out. Her tongue was going real fast, as she ran it up and down my swollen cunt. She kept taking little bites of my clitoris that made me squeal against the girl's cunt in my mouth.
I knew we were all going to come real fast. The laundry room is steamy anyway, but we were creating our own heat, as I humped up into the sucking and lapping mouth of the girl between my legs, and drove the girl straddling my chest crazy with the things I was doing.
I even bit some of her hairs, and pulled, and the girl squealed again. Then I bit her clitoris, and she really started to come. I could tell because she started to really pour out come cream, and her muff pressed hard into my face. I really let my tongue go to town then, because I knew if she didn't come soon, I could be smothered in her big muff. She had it pressed against my mouth and my nose hard. I could feel her flesh vibrating as she rolled around and around my face.
My chin and my mouth were covered with her passion juices, as I concentrated on her clitoris, teasing it to a quivering excitement that drove the girl crazy.
In the meantime, I started to come myself, and I could feel my ass beating up and down, as the girl's mouth sucked me noisily. Her tongue started to run around and around my hot clitoris, too, until my love button felt all fiery and full of pleasure.
My whole body got tight, as the pleasure rippled through me. I was soaked with sweat, and I was moaning real hard against the black-furred muff that was still rubbing around and around my mouth. I was glad that my mouth was buried in her muff, because as my orgasm peaked, I felt a real loud scream coming from my throat.
The girl seemed to like the sensation. I could feel my lips vibrating against her hot cunt, and I knew that she was going crazy with her own orgasm. Finally, with aloud grunt, she collapsed, and I knew that she had had enough, at least for the time being. Her whole body was shaking with the after-effects of her climax.
The girl who was eating me out kept on licking and sucking while I finished my own orgasm. Then, the three of us lay in the fragrant pile of laundry, just panting and trying to catch out breath.
"Now you do me," gasped the girl who had eaten me out. I was more than happy to after the way she made me feel. It hadn't been so bad after all. So she lay back on the sheets, and I got between her legs, and started to eat her out. The girl I had eaten out, leaned back and frigged herself slowly, while she watched me eating out her friend.
The girl had a real big clitoris, the biggest I've ever seen, and I really teased it good with my teeth and my tongue. Finally, she pressed her thighs heavily against the sides of my head.
That was a new sensation and also a strange one. It was as if the whole outside world-disappeared. I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't see anything, either, since my head was buried in her cunt under the skirt of her uniform. All I had around me were the smell of her pussy, and the taste of her cunt, and the feel of her incredibly soft pussy lips pressed against my mouth and nose.
I licked until she started to come in gushes. Her hips were humping up and down furiously, and I had to hold onto her thighs, pressed against my head tightly, to keep her from beating me to death with her muff. I didn't hear her screaming or anything. I couldn't hear anything, since her soft, full brown thighs were pressed against the sides of my head.
But my ears were ringing with my own passion, and I wouldn't have minded keeping that up. Suddenly, the girl released my head from the grip of her thighs. She was gasping and panting, and there was another girl leaning over the baskets.
"Get up quick! The matron's coming!"
Well, we all pulled on our panties, and scooted back to our jobs. I didn't care if we'd soiled the sheets. I ironed them and put them away anyway. The inmates all cleaned then-own rooms, and made their own beds, and no one was going to complain about a few come stains, not when I knew damned well what they did in their rooms at night.
After that, I got along better, except that I was always servicing someone. But I did get to really like it, and I had an active, if one-sided sex life. But it was nice, and some of the black girls made a pet out of me, so I got along fine.
Like I said, it's better than home, and much more interesting. The girls are so much tougher than any I have known, and they do such crazy, interesting things.
There are four girls, including myself in my cell. I came in late one night, because I had pulled punishment duty. I had sassed a matron, who was trying to hurry me up on a job. So she kept me after supper.
Anyway, lights out are at eleven, and I didn't get back to my room until almost ten.
The door was locked. I knocked on it, and all I heard was a lot of giggling. One of the girls had taught me how to slip locks, and none of the locks on these doors is that good. They're mostly for privacy for the girls, since the doors to the rooms aren't locked on the outside. The corridor doors are all locked, though.
So I slipped the lock with a nail file, and opened the door. The girls were all naked as jaybirds. They were all laughing and frigging themselves furiously.
Ann, my bunk mate-she has lower, and I have upper-said to me, "You better get started if you want to catch up. We're seeing who can come first!"
I laughed. I thought that was real fun. So I went back and locked the door, and then went up to my bunk and stripped, and started frigging myself furiously. I was a little nervous that I'd come in last, because I had been sucked off twice that day.
But my little clitoris was right with me. It hates to lose as much as I do. I frigged furiously, and felt my pussy juices running down my love hole. I closed my eyes, and tried to remember what that black girl's tongue was like in the machine shop. She really had a good tongue. It was thick, and rough, and she had really known how to use it.
That was all I needed. In no time at all, I was feeling my cuntal muscles squeezing together and then relaxing and then contracting again, like I was ready to come at any minute.
Then I grunted. I could tell that my face was flushed. My hand moved so fast over my wet, sticky pussy that it was a blur. I pressed my chin into my chest to keep from making too much noise, and really let it rip. I rolled over on my back, and my legs, stiff with the pleasure that was ripping through my body, curled up, so that my knees were pressed into my tingling titties.
I could feel my blood boiling in my veins, and throbbing in my ears, as I came violently. I tossed all over the place, banging into the wall a couple of times. I didn't know if anyone else were coming, and I didn't care.
That was a really nice orgasm. You know, orgasms are all different. Some are soft and sensual, and some sort of make you lose your mind. That orgasm was like a shard of glass. It was sharp and I felt as if it were piercing my whole body, and that I had a big neon light turned on in my darkest pits.
It was sensational. When it was over, I wasn't shaky at all, the way some orgasms make you. I just felt relaxed, and alive, as if I'd had about five hours sleep. I looked over the bunk, to see how everyone else was doing.
All of them had their hands on their pussies, but they had stopped frigging themselves.
"What happened?" I asked, as I watched them, all staring at me.
"Who the hell could come while you were coming? That was a show to end all shows!" yelled Connie, laughing.
Then I felt kind of bad that I had interrupted them.
"You mean I came first, anyway?"
"And best, I think," Ann said, looking kind of jealous.
Well, I felt so bad for interrupting their game, that I made them all take their hands away from their pussies, and I sucked them all off. It really didn't take too much, because they were so aroused anyway, but they appreciated it, because the next time they had a masturbating contest, they waited until I got there before they started.
That's an incredible sensation-watching a whole bunch of girls masturbate and come together. Anyway, usually I win. Because I don't like any kind of living but the winning kind!
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, like I said it's not bad here. It isn't a bed of roses, either. I got in wrong with a couple of girls who live on the next tier up from mine, one afternoon.
What had happened was, I had a big test coming up, and I needed a book to study for it. I'm pretty good with the books, usually. I had got the book, and two of the older girls came into the library, while I was taking notes. The matrons, as usual, weren't around. They never are when trouble breaks out. I swear they smell it coming, and go and hide in the closets or something!
These girls were both dykey and I avoided them like the plague, because they liked to do really perverted things. Most of the girls, even the toughest black girls avoided them if they could.
They went up and asked the girl behind the desk for the very book I was studying from. And then I remembered that both of them had to do remakes because they had flunked the course. I kept on taking notes, but I was sweating, let me tell you. I was hoping that the girl wouldn't tell them I had the book, but the damned bitch did, anyway.
One of the girls came over, and stood over my shoulder. I saw her big black hand reach down to pull the book away.
"Hey!" I yelled. "I'm using it."
"Not anymore you ain't," said one of the black dykes. The other one tried to pull the book out of my hand, and I kicked her. Then I stood up real fast. Everyone else in the library did, too. They knew there was going to be a fight.
Just at that moment, the matron walked in, and came over to us. I was in a crouch, my fists up, defending that book like crazy. No way were those dykes going to get it from me.
After all, I had to study, too!
Most of the other girls just looked scared. Most of them wouldn't have dared to defy these two bitches who were the terror of the reformatory. Well, for once, even the matron didn't believe that I had started the trouble, that's how bad these girls' reputation was! The matron cuffed them both and told them to sit down at a table and wait their turn. The matron had pulled out a billy club because one of the girls made a threatening gesture to her. And she used it on her, too!
I sat down, and finished taking my notes, and then turned the book in. The two girls came up to the desk as the girl was stamping it out.
One of them bit her knuckle at me and said, "Later for you, cunt!"
I spat in her face, and said, real loud so everyone could hear, "I'll be waiting!"
By the time I got back to my room, my roommates were all buzzing about it. You see, word gets around fast in a prison.
"You didn't dare!" Ann said to me. Well, when I did it, I had been real mad, but now I was scared. But I decided to do the best I could.
I'm no sissy, but I might have kept my mouth shut and given in to them if I knew ahead of time what they had in store for me.
I was on punishment detail-as usual-and this time it was kitchen duty. So I had to get up an hour earlier than the rest of the kids, to go down to the kitchens. It's really eerie at five o'clock in the morning, walking through those quiet corridors. I was going past the sink closet, heading for the stairs that led to the kitchens, when the door opened suddenly, and a hand went around my mouth and I was dragged into the place.
Before I could even get a good lick in, someone had grabbed my hands real tight and pulled me over the sink, and another pair of rough hands had pulled down my panties. I knew better than to squawk. In the dim light I could see that it was the two dykes.
"Give it to her good!" the one holding my wrists said.
Then I felt something hard at my ass cheeks, I turned around, and that second dyke was shoving a broom handle up my ass. I broke out into a cold sweat. I knew I wasn't going to plead or beg. So I just gritted my teeth and tried to bear it.
At first, as that lousy dyke shoved, it was excruciatingly painful. She wasn't being soft or gentle, either! She just kept ramming that room handle into me. Finally, the tip of it popped into my asshole. I was grunting, but I kept my lip buttoned, trying to think of a way to get even with them.
Then she started pumping the broom handle in and out of my asshole. I felt as if my asshole were on fire. Every time she shoved it in, my cunt would slam painfully against the cold soapstone sink. She just kept shoving and shoving.
Both of them were breathing heavy, and the girl who was holding my wrists increased the pressure of her grip, while the one who was fucking my ass with the broom handle was shoving in and pulling out harder and harder.
And then my good old clitty came to the rescue again. It was being banged harder and faster against the soapstone sink, and it started to get real hot. And the hotter it got, the better the broomstick felt in my stretched open asshole. Finally, I shivered, and gritted my teeth together real hard to hide the fact that I was coming.
And I really came. I could feel my pussy gushing juices like forever, dripping freely out of my love hole, and flowing down the side of the soapstone sink. And I was still coming, when the girls heard footsteps in the corridor, and beat a fast retreat, leaving the broomstick handle pitched high up in my ass.
They slammed the door after them, and ran down the hall, but whoever was coming down the hall saw them and yelled after them to stop. It was a matron, and I heard her practical shoes clomping after them.
I finished myself off simply by dry-humping into the soapstone sink, with the broomstick still stuck in my ass. Even my asshole was contracting around the wooden prod, the pleasure was so fantastic. It might have been perverted, but it sure felt good!
Then I took the broomstick out, and pulled on my pants. The door to the closet opened, and there was the matron from my floor. I must have looked a wreck. They had slapped me around a little, plus I was all flushed from coming.
I was still leaning over the sink, because I felt all shaky and mushy, the way you do after coming. And my ass had started to sting really badly, now that the pleasure was going away.
The matron grabbed me. "What did they do to you?" she demanded.
"Nothing!" I said, angrily. "Let me go. I gotta go to the kitchens!"
"You are already late for the kitchens. That's why I'm up here. I was looking for you, and I saw those two running. I put two and two together, since I heard about the scene in the library last night. They are now in solitary, so you needn't be afraid. Tell me what they did!"
"No!" I said. I was starting to cry, because I was upset and confused. Anyway, I usually don't know what to do when people act as if they cared. My mom and pop never act that way with me! So I pushed the matron away, and then I went down to the kitchens.
Everyone looked at me as if they had sympathy for me. Of course, word had got around, as usual. I played tough, the way I always do, and the girls all acted as if they admired me.
But that afternoon, after classes, the matron came up to me, and told me that she had made an appointment for me to see the prison shrink. So here I am. You don't have to tell me I'm sick. I gotta be!
CONCLUSION
I recommended regular sessions twice weekly for Alice, just to give her a better self image, and to get her to learn to relate to men.
I am happy to report that she is doing much better. She is relating better to her fellow inmates, and is more dependable in her chores. She is also beginning to realize that adults aren't foreigners who speak a totally different language from children, and who are divorced from them, but that many of them do, indeed care.
She should do very well for herself, if she learns to channel her high spirits, and to discipline her enormous sexual drives.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Mimi S.
Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Mimi was the most delectable brunette who had ever walked into my office. She was petite but well built, and definitely old for her age, quite mature.
Her matron had sent her to me because she had been caught with three other girls in a rather compromising sexual situation.
Like many young girls in prison, Mimi is a case in point-a young girl whose parents couldn't handle her, and who wound up, for her own so-called protection, in a penal institution until the age of sixteen.
Well, I know you know why I'm here, so I suppose you want me to talk about it. Actually, there's nothing much to say.
My mother and father told the judge they couldn't handle me, and that I had criminal tendencies. I was out with my brother and some of his friends one Saturday night, and we broke a plate glass window in a bank, on a dare.
We didn't intend to rob it or anything. We just wanted to see what would happen. Well, anyway, I was kind of glad to be put away. At least my father didn't have a chance to beat me, which he usually does, at least once a week, on account of the pranks I pull.
I was beginning to wonder if I'd made the right choice, though, the first time I saw my cellmates. I'm the only white girl on my floor, and those bitches really went after me in a big way.
The very first night, after lights out, the two girls who shared my cell with me, and the three girls from another cell came in, and they all attacked me. I lost count of the pussies I had to suck on, and the girls who sucked me off.
At first, I was very up-tight about it. I had never done anything like that before. And they were all over me. I mean it. They were sucking on my breasts and sticking their fingers up my quim, and my asshole, and licking me, and even lying on top of me and humping me. Some of the more dykey girls did that.
I was very embarrassed. They had warned me that they'd get even with me and cut up my breasts if I made any outcry, so I didn't, and I really didn't know how to fight them, not that many of them, anyway.
Finally, all the licking and pawing started to get to me. There was one girl straddling my chest, and another one was fucking me with her fingers and licking me at the same time. Her fingers were moving in and out of my cunt, and I started to feel my pussy juices flowing.
Two girls were holding my legs apart, and one girl was holding my arms up over my head. They were really rough, and my arms and legs both hurt. They had stretched my legs so far apart that I was afraid that my thighs would pop right out of the hip joints.
By this time, I was used to the taste of pussy juice, and I was really sucking the girl straddling my breasts dry. As a matter-of-fact, it felt kind of nice, feeling her go crazy under my tongue. Her hips were rocking back and forth, and she was moaning, like and saying obscene things. I think that was when I started going crazy with the girl who was going at my cunt. She was a big black bitch, built like Mother Earth, with big boobs, and full hips. And her hands were big, so her fingers really felt good in my cunt. She was pumping them in and out, in and out, and I felt my hips start to hump up and down as my pussy cream started to flow. Her fingers were making wet licking noises as they pushed in and pulled out of my cunt.
She really knew what to do with her fingers. A guy's cock should be so talented. She'd shove them in, and then separate them a little bit, and then twirl them around and around so that my pussy muscles were jumping and making squeezing motions against the fingers.
Once, she even curled her fingers under, and that felt fantastic. So I started to grunt and moan, after all this playing around, and I got down to business. The girl's tongue was going at my clitoris as if it were the last one she was ever going to taste.
And I went wild with the cunt of the girl straddling me. She had a huge cunt and it was dark and smelled all musky-like. At first the smell was strange but then it got better, until I actually liked it. It was a turn-on to smell cunt.
Her lips were all swollen and gleaming with pussy juices, and then they got real wet as my tongue started running up and down her swollen-open slit. As the girl who was fucking my cunt with her fingers got faster and wilder, I got faster and wilder with my tongue. After all this time of being pawed, and played with, it finally felt so good that I didn't want it to stop.
The girl who was buried in my pussy started to really fuck me hard. Her fingers slammed in and out of my cunt, making me cream like I had never creamed before. I could feel the pleasure building, and knew by the way my hips were humping up and down on her mouth and her fingers, that I was going to come real quick.
I really went to town on the girl who was pressing her muff in my mouth, because I thought it would add to the pleasure if she came with me. So I started to really run my tongue around her clitoris furiously, around and around. The little love button jumped under the wet touch of my tongue. Then I ran my tongue down to her dripping love hole, and started to fuck into it with the tip of my tongue, making it as stiff as possible. The girl grunted, and gyrated her muff around and around on my mouth. Her pussy juices started to cascade out of her love hole, and I tried to lap them all up. I sucked furiously on her cunt, swallowing most of the cream, while the first throes of my own orgasm rippled up through me.
Then all of a sudden both of us were going crazy, squealing and writhing and almost thrashing each other. My muff was pummeling the mouth of the girl who was sucking my clitoris, as I tried to get more and more of her fingers into my vibrating quim, and I was almost buried in muff, as the girl I was licking and sucking pressed into my face furiously.
With a little shriek, her orgasm peaked. Her soft pussy lips were rubbing so hard against my mouth that they were actually creating heat from the friction, and her pussy was hot, anyway. My ass cheeks were thumping up and down on the stone floor, as the girl at my crotch fucked me to a fare-thee-well.
It was the best come I had ever had, and I liked it even better because both of us came at the same time.
That was just the start of my sexual career. It seems that the more I get the more I want, and there's plenty around. There's no reason why a girl's sexual life should cease just because there are no men around.
Girls know better than man, anyway, what will turn on another girl, and these girls are real pros at it. After awhile, I learned that I was very good at cunt-lapping in the opinion of these girls, so a lot of them would come into my room at night. I never minded it, because if I did a really good job, the girls would leave me alone.
They were a really tough crew. I even had one of the prison matrons as a lover, and that was the best of all. She loved to use dildos, and I would be summoned to her office for a conference, and we would get undressed, and she would straddle my head, her face toward my cunt, and fuck me with the dildo while I licked her out.
One time, when I went into her office, she had a different kind of a dildo strapped to her muff. It fit in such a way that every time she fucked me with it, a little knob would press against her clitoris and make her come. She was really butch!
The first time I saw that contraption, I thought I was going to die of fright. I walked into the office, and the matron closed the door.
"Lock it!" she commanded. I did as she requested, and then she stood up. All she had on was her uniform blouse, and the rest of her was naked, with this monstrous dildo, all knobby at the end of it, strapped to her muff.
She smiled, and came around to the front of the desk, and then grabbed me hard, pushing me over backwards, until I was resting on the desk. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world. With that dildo bobbing up and down crazy-like, she pulled my pants off, and then spread my legs. Then she shoved it into me.
Well, it didn't feel like a guy's cock, but it felt good after she got it all the way in, although initially it hurt because it was so big. She held me by the shoulders, and started to hump in and out of me, pushing the big thing in as far as it would go, and then pulling it out to the knobby tip, and then shoving it in again.
It had been a long time since I had fucked a man, and it felt good, even if it were so big. It even felt good to have a woman doing it. As she started to get really hot, she pressed her boobs into my boobs, and then she was writhing all over my body. I lifted my legs up and hooked them around her waist, to give her more access to my cunt, which was beginning to itch something fierce.
I was really getting very excited, as I felt that hard rubber dildo with the funny knobs on the end push in and pull out of my tight, hot cunt. And the feeling from her soft, big breasts only added to the pleasure in a subtle kind of a way.
She was grunting, and her face got very flushed, since every time she humped into me, driving that dildo deeper and deeper into my itching cunt, she was stimulating her own clitoris.
It was a different kind of a trip. None of the boys I had been with were very inventive. They all lacked imagination, so I didn't know anything except missionary posture, but there was something kind of helpless about being bent back over a desk, and having a big woman fucking me with a dildo that was driving her crazy at the same time.
My pussy juices really started to flow then, and I could feel my cunt muscles rippling around the heavy leather invader as it fucked rhythmically in and out of my love hole. Her pussy hairs, which were very black and very thick were tickling my clitoris each time she slammed home with the dildo, and I was beginning to climax. I could feel the heat pouring through my body.
I clutched her slender, but very strong waist harder with my legs, and my body started writhing on the wooden desk. I was tossing papers every which-way as I felt the spasms of a delicious climax rising from my cunt, and filling my belly with a warm, rippling pool of pleasure.
I could feel my cunt muscles clutching at the hard, knobby dildo as it fucked in and out of me. The matron's fucking motions were becoming heavier and harder, and each thrust inward sent another spasm of ecstasy pouring through me. I don't know how long I came. I started long before the matron did, but I was still humping upward, bruising my ass cheeks as I slammed down on the desk, and then bunched my buttocks muscles together to hump up into her dildo as she thrust into me with it.
It was a crazy, wild sensation, and I almost passed out with the intensity of the orgasm. She just kept fucking me until I stopped writhing and thrashing on the desk, and then the two of us just clung to each other for the longest time, until her phone rang.
She pulled the dildo out of me, and sat down at the desk to answer the phone. While she was talking, I pulled my panties back on, and started to straighten out the room.
There was a knock on the door, and the matron signaled me to answer it. I was still sorting papers, when one of the floor matrons came in with a problem. She kept giving me little orders, to file things and so forth, all the time the floor matron was talking to her.
It was the funniest thing, knowing she was nude from the waist down, with that dildo strapped to her and the poor floor matron not knowing anything about it. We had a good laugh over that one after the floor matron left!
INTERVIEW TWO
What really got me into trouble was these sex parties we started giving on Sunday nights.
We had free time from about five o'clock when we had supper, until eleven, which was lights out. It was boring week after week to watch television or listen to the same records over and over again, and after a week of studying, just how much more studying can you do?
One of the girls had got the key to the infirmary. Mostly nobody in the place was sick. Once in awhile, there would be a fight, but if someone got cut up; they'd have to be sent to the hospital in the city, and we were all old enough to have had measles and stuff like that. So there rarely was anyone in the infirmary. There were several beds in there, and they were real comfortable, and of course there was a supply of blankets and sheets and pillows.
We used to gather up there a lot, just for a change of scene. It was fun because we were sneaking and doing something we weren't supposed to be doing, and also because it was relatively private.
The sex parties started when the brother of one of the girls who was visiting, brought her a joint. I don't know how he got away with it, but he did! Anyway, the following Sunday night, we were all up there, about six girls, and she produced the joint.
It didn't take us long, to open the windows, and lean out the window to toke it. Then we left the windows open for a little while, to air the room out. We were talking and laughing. We didn't have enough of the stuff to get terribly high, just enough to have a good glow.
Suddenly, Sue noticed that Lottie-Jane had her uniform skirt up over her waist, and her hand was underneath her panties, moving up and down. Lottie-Jane's big, black eyes were half closed, and there was a lustful gleam in them.
Sue, teasing, said, "Lottie-Jane, what are you doing, playing with yourself, you wicked creature."
"I'm just getting off on seeing all this pretty cunt around me, 'specially all the black cunt, mixed with the white cunt."
I laughed. By now I was used to the fact that I was one of the few white girls in the prison, and the only white girl in our set of chums. As a matter-of-fact, they got off on it so often, especially when I was coupled with another black girl, that I wished there were another white girl around, so that I could see the contrast myself.
I just happened to mention that, and Sue sprung up. "You know, girl, you're right. I got an idea. Hold on a second."
She went into the infirmary bathroom, and closed the door. Then we heard this strange wrenching sound like nails being pulled out of wood. Well, that's exactly what the sound was. There was a full-length mirror on the other side of the bathroom door. As a matter-of-fact, it was the only full-length mirror in the joint!
She came barreling out of the John, carrying this huge mirror, and everyone laughed and thought it was great. We all pulled out one of the bureaus from the wall, and tilted the mirror, so that the full length of the bed was visible in it.
"All right, girl," said Sue, patting me on the back. "Go to it. Now you can see what turns us on!"
Lottie-Jane gave up frigging herself, and with a big grin which showed all her very white teeth, she stripped. She really had a great body, and I always enjoyed making it with Lottie-Jane. I did the same.
Then I hopped on the bed, and got off on the first contrast. Lottie-Jane is big, with huge tits that hang down like ripe pears, and a long waist and big, full hips. I'm tiny with a tiny waist, and my tits are like ripe grapefruits. They sort of stand there, nice and round and firm and perky on my chest.
All the girls were giggling and applauding as I grinned. Then Lottie-Jane grabbed me and I gasped, as I saw in the mirror, the dark contrast of her black skin against my silken white skin.
It was a turn-on, a big one. Our legs got all tangled up, and pretty soon our pussies were humping into each other, grinding open the inner girl-meat. I was only sorry we didn't have a mirror up close, or over the bed, so I could see what our plump round cunts looked like mixed together.
My reddish brown hair was mixed up with the thick, wiry black hair of Lottie-Jane's cunt. I watched in the mirror with half-closed eyes, as our tits rubbed together. My nipples were bright pink, and puckered with the pleasure of being pressed against the dark brown jugs of Lottie-Jane, and her nipples were a dark brown, and equally puckered, although her nipples were larger.
We just writhed and thrashed all over the bed. Lottie-Jane was as turned-on by the whole scene as I was. The sight in that tilted mirror really was incredible, and now I knew why all the black girls picked on me. It wasn't really picking on me. At least, I didn't think so any more. It really was a sort of sensual turn-on. I watched our limbs, hers dark and mine stark white by contrast, as we embraced and caressed each other. Our legs were intertwined and we were rubbing up and down over each other's limbs. Our buttocks were rippling as we humped into each other, and then getting smooth and full as we relaxed.
Finally, I couldn't even stand looking at the sight any more. My cunt ached worse than it ever had, and I just had to get off on Lottie-Jane's cunt. I guess she felt the same way, because suddenly, her grip around my waist tightened, and her long, gorgeous legs were locked tighter around mine, and she was grinding into my wide-open, sticky-wet pussy for all she was worth.
I felt the heat growing, as I closed my eyes and reached for her mouth. Our tongues met and wrestled with each other, as we started to climb toward our climaxes.
We came at the same time, our pussy fluids gushing like nectar from our honey pots, and our bodies just writhing and slipping and sliding all over our sweating, heated flesh. It was the best orgasm I ever had, and I think Lottie-Jane felt the same way.
After that, even though we didn't always get pot-just once in a blue moon-we used to have sex parties up in the infirmary.
Only one night, when six of us had made it together on the same bed, with the bureau out in the middle of the floor, and the mirror tilted on it so we could all see the writhing and twisting limbs, and the gleaming pussy flesh, one of the matrons walked in.
We had forgotten to lock the door. You should have seen the look on her face when she saw us, all naked as jaybirds, and all mixed up in each other's limbs and cunts and tits! She spoiled a real good scene.
CONCLUSION
After several sessions with Mimi, I finally convinced her that sexual experimentation, even with members of the same sex, was a perfectly normal phase in adolescent sexual development. She did manage to understand.
My other problem was to convince the matrons, which I managed to do finally, after considerable argumentation, that the problem with the children was not perverse sexuality, but sheer, unadulterated boredom.
With the aid of the head matron, we instituted a plan of honorable releases, so that the girls, accompanied by a couple of matrons, could go into town on Saturday and Sunday nights, either to have a pizza, or to go to a movie.
So far the plan has worked extremely well. Not only that, the morale and the conduct of the young inmates has improved remarkably, since the released time has to be earned by good conduct, and faithful performance of duties.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Laura S.
Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Laura was a bright redhead, with a freckled face, and a turned-up nose, who just bubbled with enthusiasm. She was another case of mistaken placement.
High-spirited youngsters who manage to get into trouble frequently are not only a problem to their parents, but to the courts, who don't know what to do with them.
Laura had run away from home, and been picked up on a prostitution charge. The detention home to which she had been remanded, also had an excellent psychiatric program, and of course, Laura had been sent to me, as the prison psychiatrist, about a month after she arrived.
I don't know why you want to see me. The floor matron says I'm a loose chick, and she's probably right. But then, I like loose living! And I love sex, all kinds of sex.
Maybe she thinks this place is a nunnery, but I've got more sex here than I ever got outside the walls. It's not a bad place in spite of locked doors, high walls, and bars on the windows and stuff.
The teachers are good, the courses are good, and maybe I do need a little light knocked into me by a shrink. I don't know. I guess we'll see, since I've been told I'm required to see you at least once a week, on your recommendation.
Anyway, I'm here on a sex charge. I ran away from home, because I couldn't stand it there anymore. It doesn't matter now what was so bad about my home life. Just take it from me; it was bad.
I hitched, trying to get out to the West Coast. The first guy was a real horny dude, and I had a ball with him. I sucked his cock raw for the first hundred miles or so. We almost got into a couple of accidents.
Finally, when I reached a town about two or three hundred miles from home, I was hungry, and no one had picked me up all day. I needed money in order to eat, so I hung around, and found a guy who not only gave me twenty-five bucks, but when I had finished fucking him, took me out to dinner, anyway. So I was twenty-five bucks ahead.
I did it again in the next town, thinking that I could save a lot of money between my starting point and my ending point, and it seemed so easy, but I was picked up by the local cops for loitering for the purposes of prostitution, and shipped back to my home town, where the judge threw the book at me.
I'm locked away till I'm sixteen! But as I said, I don't really care. The people aren't bad, and I don't see too much of that prison brutality everyone talks about, and most of the kids, well, they're like me. They really aren't bad kids. They just pull a few pranks or run away from home-stuff like that. But they sure are a horny lot.
Oh, the other thing that fascinates me is that with the exception of Meg and me, everyone else is black. Most of them, the poor kids, are in for stealing stuff like clothes and food. Most of them are missing one or both parents, and they seem to be poor.
I guess it's worse being black and poor, than being white and poor, which is my case.
The first exposure I had to prison sex was my very first night. I arrived at the prison right after dinnertime, and the matron, who is a very kindly black woman with a real motherly manner about me-I should have such a mother!-took me to my cell which I was going to share with three other girls.
The room was large, and there were posters on the wall, and stuff like that. Not at all what I had pictured. These girls don't even wear uniforms, although the clothes will never make the covers of "Vogue" magazine. But their idea of style isn't that far off, and there's a sewing room where you can fiddle with your stuff if you want. The standard dress is blouse or sweater and jeans.
They're very strict, but in a predictable way. You know exactly what you're supposed to do most of the time, except for free time. You have free time from nine to-eleven every night, and from six to eleven on Saturday and from twelve to eleven on Sunday.
Of course, you're supposed to use that time constructively and they have all sorts of lectures, and courses, and if you go, you get merit points, which makes it kind of nice.
I've even earned a weekend at home, and I've only been here a month, but I told them I didn't want to go home. I would rather go with a bunch of girls the next time a matron has time to take us into the city for pizza. That's another treat the girls really like.
Anyway, I guess I'm talking all over the place. I got there so late that I missed supper. But that didn't seem to bother the matron much. She just took me out to the kitchen, where the girls were all pot-walloping, and ordered some scrambled eggs and bacon and toast for me. The girl who cooked it threw in home fries and a milk shake.
I was scared, I'll confess. I had heard that prison women are tough and mean. Well, there wasn't a mean one in the bunch, although they're all kind of tough, but in a nice way. I suppose they do do things that normal women wouldn't, like beating each other over the heads with chairs when they get mad, and running away from home, or hooking for food, like I did, or stealing food and clothing because you're too young to work, and no one wants you anyway. But they treated me real nice, and they were real friendly, and most of them are real good-looking, not like the ugly-looking caricatures you see in magazines or prison movies.
After supper, one of the older girls, a real stunning black woman with a super Afro, showed me the recreation rooms, the movie theater, where they showed movies every Saturday night, and the classrooms. She and I were supposed to meet after breakfast the next morning, so she could take me up to the supply room to get me my text books, and some clothes and other necessities that I would need.
Then she brought me up to my room, since I said I was tired. She laughed when I told her my story. But anyway, I hadn't had much sleep for a week, what with all the noise in the local clinker, and my mom and pop who came weeping every day and who kept asking me why I was so evil when they tried so hard.
I finally got them rip-roaring mad by telling them that I came by it honestly, and that I certainly was their daughter. I preferred the rage to the whining and the tears, and the breast-beating. Of course, they refused to put up bail, they were so mad, so I stayed in that stinking jail.
I wanted to know where the showers were, so the girl, whose name was Jackie took me down the hall to the showers. Again I was in for a nice surprise. They were very pleasant, and there were mirrors over the sinks and stuff like that. There were lots of girls already showering when I got there.
It turned me on a little to see so much black ass, all together at the same time. Like I said, they're mostly a damned good-looking bunch of girls. After Jackie had shown me to the showers, she excused herself.
"I gotta floating poker game going."
I raised my eyebrows. "Is that allowed?" I asked.
"Don't be silly, and stop acting naive. I don't think you are, given your life history."
"How do you get away with it? Do you play for money?"
"We sneak. That's how we get away with it, and yes we play for money. The girls who have merit points can turn the points in for spending money. Most of us say we're saving it, but they never ask us where it goes, so we gamble."
"Oh! How soon can you earn merit points?"
"Starting right now. They're really fair here. Every time you do something right. And every time you do something super-spectacular, you get merit points."
That to me was worth being good, and restraining some of my lawless impulses. Jackie had scrounged up a pair of pajamas for me, and the matron had seen to it that I had a towel, and at least a fresh pair of jeans and a blouse for the morning. The rest could be taken care of after classes the next day.
I didn't think much of it when I stripped. I'm proud of my body. It's really good-looking, and I'm extremely well-developed for my age. But I did start thinking of it when I walked into the shower room which was all pink tile. There were no dividers between the showers, just a row of shower heads, and on the floor a row of drains.
Every eye was on me, as I walked into the shower with my bar of soap, and my face cloth. I smiled, a little bit timidly, although most of my fear was gone after the nice reception I had had in the kitchen, and Jackie's helpfulness, and the matron's kindness. I really didn't think I had anything to be afraid of.
But I have to tell you, my parents are red necks, and we live in an all-white neighborhood, and the biggest political campaign anyone in my neck of the woods ever got involved in, was keeping a black family who wanted to purchase one of the homes, out. Can you imagine, in this day and age!
Anyway, I didn't know how they would react to me, and I was a little nervous. They weren't just looking at me casually, they were staring me up and down, and concentrating on me. I'm glad my body is near perfect. I don't think anything could have stood up to the silent scrutiny those girls gave me.
But I decided to swallow my pride and my shyness and let them know I was friendly.
"Hi," I said, above the roaring and hissing of the showers, "my name is Laura. I just came."
"You lucky bitch. I haven't come all day!" barked this one handsome, rather butch-looking black woman. Everyone burst out laughing at that. I blushed a little, something that redheads are prone to do, and then I laughed, too.
"Well, Wanda, if you ain't come, it ain't the fault of anyone here!" said this tall, golden-skinned beauty, who was staring me up and down. She dropped her soap, and I reached over to pick it up for her.
And as I handed it back to her, I noticed that it was fairly narrow, not at all like my bar of soap.
"Why is your soap different from mine?" I asked, and my answer was another heart laugh from the girls in the shower.
The tawny-skinned girl took the soap from my hand. "Hey, Wanda, bend over and I'll show the newcomer why this soap's different from hers."
"Why me?" asked Wanda.
"Because you said you haven't come all day."
Wanda laughed, and bent over, grasping the shower handles, and winked at me, as the tawny girl got behind Wanda. Before she even thrust that bar of soap up Wanda's cunt, I knew what it meant. Most of the bars that the girls were holding were shaped the same way.
I must admit that my cunt creamed as I watched the tall tawny beauty fucking the handsome butch with the soap. Wanda's two hands were clutching the shower handle, and she closed her eyes, resting her dark forehead on her folded hands. She was moaning a little, and I watched her ass cheeks start to jiggle as she humped back onto the bar of soap.
Before long, the tawny beauty's slender hand was covered with Wanda's cream as the girl started to come. Her hips became a dark blur of motion as she humped back onto the bar of soap, faster and more furiously.
My own cunt was starting to cream watching the sexy scene. Two other black girls were lying on the soapy wet floor, in a sixty-nine posture, turned on by the soap-fucking Wanda was getting. I watched them, fascinated.
"You ever made it with a woman?" another girl asked me. I turned to look at her. She was very attractive, small and dimpled, with her hair braided in corn-rows, I think they call them, all very neat and in straight lines.
I shook my head. That was outside my pale of experience, although I'd always wanted to try it.
"Oh...!" was all she said. I didn't know what to say, but as the girls started to cut up in the shower, I really started to get horny, watching them. I also felt a little left out.
Wanda came with a shriek, her body stiffening, and shaking a little, and then she let her breath out in a whoosh and sort of collapsed a bit.
"That was nice, Nikki. Want me to do it to you?"
"Naw. I've been fucked so much today my cunt is sore. I got it with a billy club we snitched from the matron's office, and a broom handle, and Nancy's fingers. How about you? You want me to do you?"
Nikki was talking to me. I really was horny, and really wanted to get it on, and I liked these rough, handsome woman who were being so friendly.
The cute little one who had come up to me said, "She says she's never made it with a woman before."
"You wanna try? No one's gonna rape you, and believe me, you're gonna crawl walls because there just aren't any men around...."
"Except the gardener, but he only comes in on Saturday," laughed Wanda.
"And he's about ninety years old, and can't even walk, hardly," laughed another girl, who was still tangled up on the floor with her sixty-nine partner.
I gulped, and nodded. I really did want to try.
Nikki came over to where I was standing under the shower, and I bent over, and waited. The soap felt strange, but awfully sexy when she thrust it into me. She wasn't rough or anything. She even warned me when she was going to push it in so I wouldn't be too tight.
I groaned and wiggled my ass back at her. The other girls were cheering us on.
"Man, you should see how that looks!" yelled Wanda. "I just gotta make it with her. Look at the contrast in their skins."
I turned around to look. Nikki's tawny groin was pressed into mine, and her thighs were pressed against the back of my thighs, as she rubbed the soap quickly in and out of my cunt. The contrast was incredible, and I began to cream even more heavily.
I could tell by the way my cuntal muscles were grasping that bar of soap that I was going to come any minute.
"It's better than a douche!" someone laughed. I discovered that it was even more of a turn-on to know that a lot of people were watching. I closed my eyes and let the orgasm rip over me. My hips slammed back into Wanda's groin, and Wanda, sensing that I was coming, starting rubbing the soap faster and faster into my creaming cunt.
I could feel my pussy juices flowing out of me wildly, as I came around that bar of soap. It felt so soft and so hard, and it really soothed the itch that had been tormenting my pussy since I was jailed. I had had nothing for a week but my own fingers frigging myself.
I groaned, as the spasms of my orgasm rippled through my cunt and took possession of my body. It really felt fabulous. Finally, the convulsions of the climax eased out, and I sighed and relaxed.
"Thanks," I gasped. "What can I do for you?"
Nikki laughed. "Nothing right now. Like I said, I'm played out for a change. Later, maybe?"
"You have your raincheck," I smiled turning around and smiling at her. Nikki introduced me to the girls in the shower. I used my bar of soap the way soap was supposed to be used, asking how they got theirs down to that size and shape.
"Ask your roommates. You'll like them. One of them, Sandra, is a sculptress. She can even make it in the shape of a cock. Just remember to keep it hidden from the matrons."
"What would they do to us if they caught us?" I asked.
Wanda let out a raucous laugh. "Honey, it ain't what they'd do to us! The poor old maid souls! It's what we'd do to them if they saw us!"
"Yeah," drawled Cindy, who was the girl with the corn-rows in her hair. "Didn't you know that sex doesn't exist in a place like this?"
"Well, I'll be darned!" I laughed, really enjoying myself. I couldn't wait to meet my roommates!
My roommates turned out to be everything that roommates should be. Needless to say, I got very little sleep that night, but it was all in the interests of sexual education, and it was very well worth it.
INTERVIEW TWO
When we weren't studying, or doing our chores, or working, we were always engaged in some sexual activity. Since the matrons only gave us minimum supervision, trusting to the merit point system to work-and I must say it has-there were precious few opportunities that were missed.
And there were plenty of places to do it. We had a riotous time once out in the barn. Sandra, beside being a sculptress, had to be a bigger nympho than even me. She kept trying to get the pet German Shepherd to do it to her. The best she ever got out of him was the time she smeared her cunt with strawberry jam, and the dog licked it off.
But once he had cleaned her off, he didn't want any more to do with her, so someone else had to finish what Keeper started. Oh, yeah, the girls named the dog. He wasn't fierce or vicious at all, and he sure wasn't a guard dog, just a plain old pet, but that's what they named him-Keeper!
And another time, she tried to get the horse to have an erection, until Wanda, who grew up on a farm came out and saw her, and told her that the horse was a gelding.
It took four of us to satisfy her that day. I managed to make her come with the blunt end of the soft whip used to goad the horse, a girl named Lee ate her out, and really bit her cunt, so that it was sore for days afterwards, and all the while people are making her come, Sandra, who is a basically generous girl, was bringing off any one who straddled her big, gorgeous breasts.
It was Sandra who taught me how to suck a girl. When I had got to my room that first night, everyone was very nice to me, and no one made a pass. That's another nice thing about the girls. They don't force their attentions on you.
But after lights out, I heard Wendy and Mary going at it, and Sandra asked me if I ever made it with girls. I told her about the shower incident, and sat up, eager to learn. I told her that I would be very happy to make love to her, if she'd tell me what to do.
Sandra was at my bed in a flash. "That's easy!" she exclaimed. "You know the old story, do unto others! I'll do unto you first!"
And with that, she had pulled off my pajama bottoms, and got between my legs. She spread my legs wide, which spread my still swollen and dripping pussy open. Then she started to lick me. At first her strokes were very soft, and her tongue was very wet, although I certainly didn't need any lubrication. Then she pried her tongue into my love-hole, twirling it around a little.
That made me go wild. I started to squeal, till she shushed me. "What are you trying to do?" I heard someone whisper from the other bed. "The matrons will think you're in pain, and come running, and then you really will be in pain. If they find out we're all making it together, they'll put us in separate rooms."
I giggled a little. "I'm sorry, I forgot. There's no such thing as sex around here."
"Right on!" laughed Sandra who went back to running her tongue up and down my pussy, and teasing my clit. She did such a magnificent job that I was absolutely insane with ecstasy. I humped my hips up into her dark, full mouth as her tongue went crazy on my clitoris. She ran her dark tongue around and around the little love button, until I went off like fireworks on the fourth of July.
I thrashed and writhed all over that bed, and went I finally came down, Sandra's wiry, dark head was still bobbing up and down. I finally had to stop her because her stimulation of my super-sensitized clitoris was reaching the point of pain.
She propped her handsome head up on one elbow and grinned at me.
"Not bad for a first time, lady," she said.
"We'll reserve judgment till I do you."
Sandra had her own pajama bottoms off in a hurry, and soon I was buried between her full, well-shaped brown thighs. I started off the way she had, licking up and down slowly and softly. Sandra grunted, and spread her legs a little more.
Then I started flicking my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. She gasped, and her buttocks lifted off the bed, as she humped her muff up into my face. I could feel her cuntal fluids gushing against my chin, and I tried to suck them all up.
She smelled good, clean and musky and very much like a woman, and her cream tasted good, too. I kept sucking on her hole, trying to get out more of the cream. Then I trailed my tongue wetly up her swollen tawny woman flesh to her clitoris.
It was hot and hard and standing straight out from the folds of flesh, and she really went crazy when I bit into it, gently. I started to twirl my tongue around and around her little love button, feeling it jerk under the wet contact of my soft tongue.
Her thighs pressed tightly into my head, until all sound was drowned out except the sound of my own blood pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was her blood pounding through her thighs.
It was a wild experience, and one that left us both glowing with satisfaction. When Sandra had come, and I had licked up as much of her pussy cream as I could swallow, then it was time for me to do Wendy while Mary did me. It really was a crazy night, and we all woke up with dark circles under our eyes. On me, because I'm white, it was more noticeable. The matron wanted to know if I wanted to report to the infirmary to get some sleeping pills to carry me over the first few days in a strange place.
I just smiled and told her I didn't need them. And that's the way it's been. Occasionally, I have a real urge for a man, but everyone here is so nice, that the urge passes.
Who knows, maybe I'm turning into a lesbian. If I am, then I'm in good company!
CONCLUSION
I hastened to remind Laura that while there were a few genuine lesbians in this establishment, she certainly wasn't one of them.
I anticipate no problems in the course of Laura's therapy. I did caution her, as I have cautioned the other girls, to be circumspect in their sexual play. I must confess to being somewhat amazed that the matrons have not discovered some of them indulging, as it is so widespread.
My other suspicion is that they do know, and leave the girls alone, allowing them free expression of their sexual natures. If so, they are wiser than most adults.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Lil T.
Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lil was a handsome, five-foot-six black woman, with a huge Afro, and a golden brown complexion that was flawless. Her eyes were a strange dark green eyes, the product of an Irish father and a black mother.
She was sent to me in the course of a routine therapy session which all the girls at Mount Everly Reformatory have to go through. She is the only black woman in the detention home.
She seemed relatively well-adjusted and happy when I first met her, and she talked quite freely.
Well, let's see, Doc, where should I begin? I was sent here after I had a smashing fight with my father. I was brought up in the ghetto way downtown. My father had no money at all. I don't remember my mother. She died right after I was born, and I was raised by a succession of aunts, baby-sitters and neighbor kids.
When I started to develop early, my father started acting funny, you know? It didn't take me too long to discover what was ailing him. After all, in a ghetto you grow up early. I was what was ailing him. He had a yen for me.
I did my best to avoid him, staying over other girlfriends' houses, staying out late at night, and locking myself in my room when I came home. But a girl can't avoid her father forever.
One night he came home rip-roaring drunk, and tried to rape me. I'm a big woman, as you can see, and I was more than a match for him. I set up a howling that you could have heard down the block, not that that was necessary.
A neighbor woman, who said in court that she suspected that my father had designs on me, heard me screaming, and heard the breaking glass and furniture being thrown around, and she called the cops.
She gave me a good character reference in the court. The social worker decided that I would be farmed out to foster homes, but what with Mrs. Carson's nice description of my character, and the psychologist's tests, which showed that I had an I.Q. out to there, the judge decided that I should be sent to a special school.
I had heard about Mount Everly Reformatory, and I really didn't want to come here. I knew it was a special place for girls with delinquency problems, and that most of them were white and came from rich homes. I couldn't understand why they would send me here, and I made a scene in the courtroom about being with my own kind of people.
The judge was very sympathetic and also very firm. He told me I belonged here. Well, I believe him now, but I was a wreck when they sent me up. They kept me overnight in the jail, because one of the matrons had told them that she would be down in the morning to pick me up.
I was really surprised when I saw her. She was a very nice, matronly sort of woman. She had come into town with three of the girls who had early morning appointments with the dentist. And she made me go with them.
She decided since I didn't have the best home care, that she would have it taken care of right away. Well, my teeth checked out O.K. I had two cavities, which the dentist filled, and then he cleaned my teeth.
We didn't ride around in a police van or anything. It was a big station wagon. The three girls were all blonde and blue-eyed, and I felt very out of place, but they didn't seem to notice it. They introduced themselves, and said I'd like the place very much, and we chatted and sang ah the way back in the car.
One of the girls, Rose, kept nagging the matron whom they called Miss Barbara, to stop and let them get ice cream cones.
Miss Barbara kept repeating, "No, not before breakfast."
"You mean we get breakfast?" I asked. Most of the time, there wasn't any in my house, so I settled for a roll or a danish. But today, I figured, since I was a jailbird, and jailbirds must eat breakfast early, that we had just plumb missed it.
Miss Barbara frowned in the rear-view mirror at me. "Of course you get breakfast!" she said. "Don't you usually eat breakfast?"
"No, ma'am," I said, feeling ashamed.
Rose and another girl named Isabel were tickling each other in the seat beside me. Finally Isabel got her hand under Rose's skirt, and Rose gasped, and slapped her. I thought it was funny, but Miss Barbara didn't.
"All right, girls, quiet down," she said in her firm, quiet voice. "It is dangerous to horse around in a car!" She didn't carry a gun or a billy club or anything.
It was about eleven in the morning when we finally got to the gates of the reformatory. I was shocked.
I leaned forward to look at it. It was done in red brick, with white shutters and curtains on the windows. There was a high wall around it, of wrought iron, and a tall gate that locked, but people could see in, and we could see out. There were lawns, and lots of small buildings done in red brick, and green grass and trees, and swings, and out back of the main building, I could see a lake.
It was so beautiful my eyes misted over. "M thought I was going to prison," I said, sobbing. The three girls got awful quiet and looked at me. Miss Barbara was looking at me through the rear-view mirror again.
"Why, my dear!" she exclaimed, in a softer voice, "whatever for? This is a special school for children with problems, either with themselves or with their families. You haven't done anything wrong, and you don't have a criminal record."
"I don't?" I sobbed.
"What's the matter with you?" Rose asked, her eyes wide with shock.
"Rose, dear, that's not the way to ask the question. Some people don't have the advantages that others have, and perhaps she didn't understand in the courtroom." The station wagon pulled up to the big front porch, and two laughing girls came up to it, and poked their faces in the window.
"Miss Barbara, did you bring us ice cream cones?"
All the girls in the car, and even me, laughed.
"Very funny, girls, very funny. Now I know what the punch line is all day." The girls giggled as we all piled out.
"Lil, you come with me. The rest of you report to your house mothers." The girls ran off, and Miss Barbara, with her warm motherly hand on my shoulder led me up the stairs and into a huge hall. There were kids all over the place, and plenty of matrons to watch them, plus older girls were watching some of the younger kids. There was also plenty of noise and laughing. This wasn't at all like a prison to me. It was the richest house I'd ever been in.
Miss Barbara led me down the hall to another door, and knocked on it, and a woman's voice told her to come in.
There was a tall, very dignified lady behind a huge, beautifully carved desk. She smiled and rose when I walked into the room.
"Miss Larson, this is Lil," she smiled.
"Welcome, my dear, please sit down," Miss Larson said.
I was really beside myself. I was confused and I felt tired besides. My jaw ached where the dentist had poked at it.
"How was her dental report?" Miss Larson asked Miss Barbara, as if guessing my thoughts.
"She was fine, surprisingly enough. Two cavities and a cleaning, and she's to come back of course in six months for a check-up."
"Good! Well make an appointment with the doctor for next week, after she's settled in a bit, and see what shots she needs, and how her general health is."
Miss Barbara left, and for awhile, Miss Larson was silent, as she studied the file which Miss Barbara had brought with her, which the court clerk had given her. She clucked a few times, frowned and shook her head, and then raised her eyebrows when she read the psychologist's report. Then she looked up at me.
"Well, Lil," she said, "welcome to Mount Everly."
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, bewildered. "This sure doesn't look like a prison to me."
"That's what I was afraid of," said Miss Larson. She got up from the desk and came around and patted me on the shoulder. "Come dear, I'll show you around, and I'll tell you a little about this place."
She opened the door, and started down a corridor. She showed me where the kitchens were, and the classrooms, and the library, and all the little nurseries for the really little kids, and the dining halls. You don't eat at long tables here. You eat at lots of small tables, and everyone helps themselves to the food. You can even have seconds if you want them.
"But where are the dormitories?" I asked, puzzled.
Miss Larson led me out onto the grounds, and we walked under trees, and past beds of flowers and lots of grass to where all the small brick houses were scattered around.
"First of all, I want you to understand that this is called a reformatory, because that it what it is. It is a place for children who have been disturbed, usually by their environment. Most of these children come from broken homes. They have been found guilty of such simple things as truancy, running away. In some instances, as in your case, the courts remands cases to us.
"In your case, there isn't a question of reform. It's a question of a proper environment which you have lacked, and the proper nourishment for your body as well as that wonderful mind of yours.
"We are strict, but as you can see, there's plenty of latitude. If you do well, and prove yourself trustworthy, there is nothing we won't do for you, or allow you to do within reason, and that includes trips to town with other children.
"But, this place cannot properly be called a prison. The gates are locked, so that you will know the immediate limits of your freedom, and also to protect the younger, more adventurous souls who would get lost. We don't expect you to run away, though," said Miss Larson, smiling.
We were at the entrance to a lovely cottage, and she opened the door and we walked into a bright living room. Two girls were playing checkers at a table near the window, and everything looked so clean and bright, and home-like. Another woman walked out.
"Miss Moss, this is Lil."
Miss Moss was younger than Miss Larson or Miss Barbara, but she was so pretty and so friendly-looking when she smiled.
"Hello, Lil, welcome to your new home. Come on out to the kitchen. Want a cup of coffee, Miss Larson?"
"I'd love one."
We walked out into a small, nice kitchen. I could smell bacon frying, and my mouth watered.
"Hungry?" asked Miss Moss. I nodded. "Good!" she said. "I was just making breakfast for you. "Lunch for the older girls is at two and that's too long to wait, since you've had a busy morning."
With that, she sat me at a table, and put a glass of orange juice in front of me, and a cup of coffee in front of Miss Larson. While I ate a huge breakfast of bacon and eggs and home fries and toast, and milk, Miss Larson told me that this would be my home. That there were no dormitories, but just little cottages like this with a house mother in each. That I would have chores to do, and because of my I.Q., I would have a special program of studies.
Miss Larson finished her coffee, and got up from the table, smiling. "And if you have any more questions, you can ask Miss Moss, your housemother, or you can come to me. My office door is always open. Just knock. All right?"
"Thank you," I said, just brimming over with happiness. I couldn't believe it was really happening to me, the tough ghetto kid who walked up five flights of stairs to meet a drunken father almost every night, in a nice home like this, and with everything I thought I could ever want.
When I finished breakfast, I helped Miss Moss wash the dishes, and then she showed me to my room. I shared it with another girl named Trisha, she said. She showed me my very own drawers in the bureau, and told me that I would be fitted to some new clothes in the morning.
She suggested that I take a nap, until lunch time if I wanted. I was very glad to do that, because I was so tired. I fell right to sleep on the soft, clean bed.
I awoke with a start. Sitting on the bed beside me, caressing my hips and my shoulders, was this beautiful blonde teenager. She had a sprinkling of freckles on her nose, and she was so friendly looking that I smiled up at her.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Trisha, and you're beautiful."
I grinned at that. "Well, black is always beautiful," I said. She laughed. Then she lay down on the bed beside me. She really was pretty. I had played with one of my little girlfriends before, so I let her put her arms around me and kiss me, and the way she kissed me kind of turned me on. Before I knew it, we were both locked tightly in each others' arms and kissing passionately.
Trisha's hands were caressing my nipples. She stopped kissing me long enough to suggest that we take our clothes off. I agreed to that, and Trisha got up and threw off her T-shirt and her jeans. I did the same with my old cotton dress. She really had a beautiful body.
As she lay down beside me again, I looked at the door. "Won't anyone come in and see us?"
"No, the rule is if a door is closed you knock on it and wait till someone says you can come in." Trisha started to kiss me again. I started to knead her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger.
I had never been this close to a white girl before. I was fascinated in the differences. My skin is golden brown, and hers was almost pure white. My nipples were dark, and hers were bright pink. I took one and put it in my mouth and sucked on it.
She gasped, and started to pull my hair, nice-like. I could tell that she was getting real turned on and my pussy juices were starting to flow heavily. She reached down and stuck her white hand between my brown legs, and started rubbing my pussy lips until they were very swollen and sticky with my juices.
She brought her hand up to her mouth, and licked it.
"Ummm, that tastes good," she said. Then she was wriggling on the bed, and on my body, until her face was at my muff, and my mouth was right at her bright pink pussy. She didn't have as much hair as I did, and her cunt wasn't as fat as mine, but it was cute anyway. She had a nice smell to her, and I liked it as much as she said she liked the taste of my cunt cream.
I stuck my tongue out, and started to tease her clitoris, at the same time that she started to lick my tawny, thickly-furred pussy. I ran my tongue around and around her cunt and she started wriggling her muff all around my mouth, as she got excited.
She started to squeal, and her tongue got faster and faster, as her excitement grew. She was running her pink tongue up and down on my pussy lips, exploring every inch of them. Her own pussy was pouring cream, and it was dribbling down my chin and over my cheeks, as I tried to suck it all up. It tasted fresh and sweet, and I liked the taste of it very much.
She tasted different from my girl friend, but it was just as sweet. Her muff started to hump into my mouth, and I knew that she was going to start to come. She was moaning against my pussy lips, and the vibrations were driving me crazy. My own hips started to go wild as I swiveled them up and down on her mouth, which was lapping and sucking like crazy.
I grabbed her slender white thighs and started to caress them, as I tried to get my tongue stiff enough to poke into her dripping love hole, to suck out more juices. I could tell from the way her pussy flesh was trembling that she had started to come. Her hips were humping up and down furiously over my mouth. I covered her pussy with my mouth and really dove into her clitoris, rubbing it around and around and around with my tongue. It felt good to feel her clitoris jump at the contact with my tongue.
At the same time, I could feel my own cuntal muscles rippling, as my orgasm built up in me. My body broke out in a sweat as the heat spread through me. All my muscles seemed to dance to the lustful tune that her tongue was beating softly on my twat, and my hips just went out of my rational control, and I really swiveled around and around wildly on her fast sucking mouth.
Finally, our orgasms peaked at about the same time, and then we writhed and twisted on each other's body, pressing into each other, just enjoying the warm soft contact of female flesh on female flesh. We lay like that, relaxed in our post-orgasmic glow for a long time, until in the distance, I could hear a nice, deep-sounding bell.
Trisha looked up, her blue eyes sparkling. "That's lunch, and I'm hungry. How about you?"
I smiled. I was hungry, too. We got up and dressed, and went with the other kids from the house, and Miss Moss, to the main dining room. Nobody went in file or anything. You just sort of bounced along as the mood hit you.
Trisha stopped and picked a flower, and handed it to me. "That's for welcome home," she said.
And I really felt at home.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, Miss Larson was right. The school was tough and strict, but it was loads of fun. There was swimming in the afternoon at the lake, and horseback riding, and we could make our own snacks in the kitchen of our house.
All the girls in my house, there were seven of them in all, including, me, were horny. We used to have pajama parties that I think would have turned lovely Miss Moss's hair white.
I was put in a special program for advanced students. At first it was awfully tough, but several of the older girls would tutor me after school in the harder subjects, some of which I had never even studied. They gave me all sorts of aptitude tests, but like my I.Q. tests, they were freaky. I could do anything I wanted, apparently.
It was like the whole world opened up to me. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I wanted to be someone special.
We got up at seven o'clock every morning, and then there was breakfast. After breakfast there was gym for everyone, including the young babies, who were encouraged to move their little arms and legs any way they pleased.
And then there were chores for an hour, and then school. Then lunch and more school, and then more chores, and then supper.
After supper, for me, and about twelve other girls, there were more classes, and tutoring. We really got a good thing going, because the girls who were good in one thing would swap tutoring with girls who were good in another thing. It sounds like a grind. As I said, it was strict, but it wasn't a grind at all.
How could it be a grind, when you got rewarded for everything you did, either with praise, or merit points, or a night at the movies, or a trip to town for pizza with a lot of other kids. After awhile, except when I was making love to one of them, I forgot that I was the only black girl in the school.
There weren't any boys, which is why I think all the girls got together, and all of them did it.
One night, we had a swimming party-at the lake. We went to the far end, which couldn't be seen from the main building, and we went skinny dipping. There was Rose and Isabel and Trisha, and a big, Swedish-looking blonde named Olga, and I. Olga was chasing me from the first time she saw me. And I didn't mind. We were pretty well matched in height. She was two years older than I, but I'm tall for my age, and her jugs were magnificent! I never saw breasts that large or that full. But they were firm.
I had dived off the board, which was situated on a diving platform out at the far end of the lake. As I was curving around to come up, I felt a hand pulling the hairs of my cunt. I curved over and looked, and there was Olga, whom I could see dimly in the lights which surrounded the lake, to make it safe for night swimming.
I reached down, and grabbed one of her nipples in my fingers, kneading it between my thumb and forefinger. I felt it pucker immediately under my grasp. Olga's finger was now insinuating itself up my cunt, and I could tell from the easy way her finger slid in that I was creaming wildly.
We broke the surface of the water, and embraced. "Ever come in the water?" she asked.
I shook my head, and immediately reached down to caress her pussy. Her finger was still pumping in and out of my cunt, and I followed suit. First I slipped one finger into her cunt, and then I stuck two in. Olga's breath started hissing through her teeth with her excitement, and I was gasping. Our legs were entwined together, black against white, and the contrast itself was very fascinating. Olga slipped two fingers up my cunt, and began rubbing furiously.
Our bodies separated slightly at the top, as both of us concentrated on making the other one come. We were both humping onto the other's fingers, our cunts pressed tightly together.
Our boobs in the water were jiggling furiously, as our passion rose. Olga really knew how to finger-fuck, and she seemed to enjoy it, because she was smiling. Her eyes were half closed as she pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy, and I returned the favor. As my excitement increased, my fingers moved faster and faster into her cunt.
The water only added a sensual element to the whole thing as we bobbed around. Finally, I felt my cuntal muscles ripple around her lovely white fingers, and I felt my pussy creaming madly, as the paroxysms of my passion built and made my whole body jerk and thrash wildly in the water. I felt Olga's cunt squeezing my fingers, and I knew she was coming, just as furiously as I was.
The water was white all around us as we jerked and thrashed, and humped into each other, and finger-fucked each other. Finally, gasping, our orgasms cooled out gradually, until we were clutched in each other's arms.
I squeezed my cunt around Olga's fingers one last time, as she pulled them out, and I tickled her clitoris, causing her to squeal and thrash in a mini-orgasm, as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt.
That was one of the best times I ever had, although there are plenty of opportunities, and plenty of females to have good times with.
CONCLUSION
Lil's case is not unusual, a young girl thrown among other young girls in the same predicament as hers.
Their closeness, both emotion and physical is to be understood, and with Lil, it is a passing phase. As she grows and develops, and learns that kind relationships do exist, she will abandon her lesbian activities for a wider variety of sexual activities.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Nan S.
Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When I first saw Nan, I was struck by the bitterness and the defiance that was written all over her face.
I had the feeling that she was going to be a tough nut to crack, and that she would not open up about her most secret feelings immediately. She was quite ready to talk about overt sexual matters, and the reason for her being in prison, and I let her do so, feeling that it might open the floodgates for some of her other problems later.
I'm in prison for a year. I ran away from home. They found me in the woods, where I had been dropped from a car. I almost OD'd, but they saved my life. I'm sorry they did. You don't know what a hell it is living among these shits in prison.
I was raped by my brother when I was twelve. He's in the state penitentiary now, for armed robbery. After that I figured what the hell? I went with as many boys as I could. Some of them were into drugs, and I started going along with that, too.
Then, my father beat my mother up real bad one night, and when I tried to interfere, he beat me up. After they were both in bed, I sneaked out of the house and ran away.
I was picked up by a bunch of kids in a pick-up truck. They had some good shit, man, but it was so powerful, it knocked me almost clear off this planet. I don't know how much of it I took. I got into the back of the truck, and must have fucked all of them at least twice. I don't know how long I fucked but we rode almost all night.
I vaguely remember that the sun was up when they dumped me, semi-conscious, out of the car and drove off. If I ever see those bastards again, I'll cut their balls off!
That's not bad enough, when they put me in the clinker, after I get out of the hospital, awaiting trial, I'm cooped up one night with two prostitutes. They were both horny. They both attacked me and stripped me. One of them ate me out, while the other one straddled my face, and made me eat her.
It got kind of fascinating. I had never done that to a woman before, and here were these two black chicks who said that white meat turned them on. Their cunts were different, and very thickly-furred, and after awhile it became a turn-on. They really knew how to get me off.
Oh, well, I guess it's because it's their profession. Anyway, my cunt was sore in the morning, and so was my tongue. It felt like it was swollen from so much use, because they wouldn't leave me alone.
The judge decided he didn't like me. I'm no fool. I didn't like him either and told him so with a few well-chosen four-letter words. Then he threw the book at me. Well, that's the way my life has gone.
The matrons in this prison are all dykes. By the time I got finished the interview with the head matron, I had sassed her so badly, that she pulled down my pants and beat me with the billy club. She beat me so hard that I almost got off on it.
Then she did the creepiest, most perverted thing I ever heard of. I refused to give in, so when she was finished beating me, I told her I hoped she was happy, the lousy bull-dyke, and had gotten off on it.
She just gave me this real evil look and her full, black mouth got very tight. She took the small end of the billy club and rammed it up my ass real hard. Then she walked away from me, and brought in another matron. They both stood looking at me with that billy club sticking out of my ass, and laughed.
"She's a smart-ass," said the head matron. "So make sure she gets plenty of what's coming to her. You can't be too good to these wise-ass white chicks."
The other matron came over and pulled the billy club out roughly. I winced, and I guess I was white as a sheet from the pain, but I refused to cry or beg. She yanked me roughly to my feet.
"Let's go take a shower!" she growled. We went to the supply room and we got a uniform for me, and a towel and toothbrush, and shit like that, and then she marched me, hitting me often with her billy club, to hurry me along. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I swung around and took a good poke at her.
I landed square, and she went over like a ton of bricks. She lay there, looking up at me, her ugly old legs splayed on the floor, and then the look changed from dazed to enraged. I knew I was in for it now, but I didn't care if I lived or died.
There were several inmates standing around and they looked at me like I had lost my head. The matron got to her feet, and grabbing me roughly by the arm, she dragged me along to the showers.
I was surprised when we got into the room. There were several big, butch-like black women taking showers. All she did was tell me to strip. I figured I was in for it then, but she only walked me into the steaming shower room, and threw me roughly against the tile floor.
"Take your fucking shower, you little cunt!" As I stood up, dazed, I was also a little relieved. I figured I had gotten away with that punch, until I heard her parting words.
"She's all yours, girls. I'm leaving this room, and I am, as you know, deaf to any and all sorts of noise."
With that, she slammed out of the shower room, after throwing my uniform and towel on a chair. The girls roared with laughter, and all four of them pounced on me.
Well, I'd already been through what they put me through. I wasn't prepared for the bar of soap up my ass, as I groveled on ah fours, with the girl's ass pressed into my back. But after the billy club, the soap was soft. As a matter-of-fact, what with the heat and steam in the room, and the heavy contact of all those black bodies against my white one, I got turned on. I came like gangbusters, and the worse time I had was trying to hide it because I didn't want them to know I had enjoyed it.
The soap in my ass was all tingly and soft, as it pushed in and pulled out, and the girl's wet, soapy ass on my back turned me on, too. I had already had to eat out two of the women, and one woman ate me out. She was good, too. She sucked up all my pussy juices and really made me come.
But I was getting weak from all the pushing and shoving and mauling I was getting, and the heat had also gotten to me.
So when I came from the soap in my ass, and the girl's ass on my back, I passed out, sort of.
One of the black women pulled me roughly to my feet, and threw me under a shower and then turned it on full-force and cold. I gasped, but that was all I needed to wake up enough, to swing on her and land a good one in her belly. She was hard as a rock, and I felt a shooting pain go through my arm from the impact of the blow.
Shit, it hurt!
She looked surprised, and the other three black woman laughed uproariously. Then they were all at me again. I think they could have killed me, but two other black women walked in to take showers.
One of them came over to the shower stall, and knocked the other girls aside, and pulled me to my feet.
"You're a tough little white bitch," she growled, holding me up, until my feet steadied a little.
"Come oh, let me at her!" growled the woman whose stomach I had punched.
"Leave her alone. She's already had a number done on her in the matron's office, and on her way here, by Dutchie.
"Yeah, well Dutchie told us to do a number on her, too. What is she, a stool pigeon?"
"This frail little blonde," said the black woman who was supporting me, in a voice that sounded like she was laughing, "laid out Dutchie in the hall."
There was a sudden gasp and then silence among the women.
"Sh-she dared lay out...! I'll be damned!" husked the woman whose stomach I had punched.
"Ahh, she's just a dumb chick. She couldn't have known what she was doing!" exclaimed one of the other women.
"Well, you've worked her over," said my supporting black lady. "And she still managed to land one on you, right?" she said, addressing the woman who had felt my punch.
"True."
"I think she's gonna be all right. Wash her off, and get her to bed. What's her cell number?"
"I don't know," said the woman whose stomach had wrecked my throbbing hand. "Dutchie didn't tell us."
"Well, find out. Try to keep her away from Dutchie for the rest of the night, and tomorrow if you can. You know her!"
There was a murmur among the girls, and the girl I had punched, soaped me down and washed me off roughly. Then she pulled me out of the shower, and dried me off. I was half in a daze as they threw the uniform on me and then the girl whose stomach I had punched, with the aid of one of the other girls who had eaten me out, opened the shower room door cautiously, looked up and down the hall, and then took me to the cell tiers. By the time we got there, I was a little more steady on my pins.
The problem was I hadn't eaten for two days. I had gone on a hunger strike in the jail because of the shit food. It was just getting dark outside, and I could smell the rotten food cooking in the prison.
We came upon a matron, sitting at a desk in front of a huge barred door.
"We have a new one for you. Dutchie told us to take care of her," said the tough black woman.
"What's your name?" the matron barked. I looked up at her.
"None of your fucking business!"
The matron slugged me good and hard, and I would have sprawled out flat on the concrete floor, if I hadn't been held up. The two black women laughed.
"Now tell me what your name is you little bitch."
"Fuck off, you cunt!" I growled. The matron made like to haul off and belt me again, but she was stopped by one of the women.
"Come on, Maidie, you must have an order for a new prisoner. What's her cell number?"
"Fourteen."
"Jesus Christ! Of all the...."
"Fourteen, and she deserves every minute of it!" the matron bellowed, unlocking the huge door. The two black women dragged me through it and walked me along a second story walkway to a cell, which they opened. They brought me inside, and put me into the bunk.
"Listen, ya dumb kid. Courage is one thing, stupidity quite another. You won't live a week in this place if you carry on like that."
I really wasn't mad at the two black women any more, so I just looked at them.
"Now listen," said the black woman I had hit. "My name's Ellie. This here is Jewel. You're a tough kid, and you can take it. But you're in a tough cell, and you're in bad with Dutchie. Lay low tomorrow. We'll tell her you're real sick because we did a number on you, but cool it a little, huh? We can teach you smarter ways to get even."
The girl called Jewel laughed. "Yeah, and I think the Sisterhood can use her. She's something else."
"We'll warn Callie tonight at supper, and have her bring you something to eat. Callie's one of your cellmates, and if you think Dutchie and us are tough, wait till you see her! She may be able to keep the other two girls off you, at least till you rest up."
I couldn't help saying it. I turned to Ellie and said, "Thanks," and then turned my face to the wall. I ached all over, and I was getting the shakes. I didn't take enough drugs to get real hooked on them, but I was feeling slight withdrawal pangs.
Actually, I fell asleep, though, and it felt good, except that I kept having nightmares.
"Hey!" I heard someone bellow, and I leaped up straight in the air, fighting mad, as I felt a very heavy blow on my rump.
I didn't even check to see the woman whose face appeared over the top bunk. I fell on top of her, and she went down on her back. I heard her grunt as the fall took her breath away and I was fighting, biting and kicking to beat the band. If Ellie's stomach was hard, this woman was made of iron. The only thing soft about her were the tits my tits were pressing into, and they were big and full.
She just reached up casually, grabbed both my wrists in one big, well-shaped hand and slapped me hard with the other. It was hard, even though it looked like she wasn't packing any weight behind the slug. My ears rang and I saw stars.
Then she yanked me up and sat me on the lower bunk, while I shook my head clear of the dizziness I was feeling.
"Elbe's right. You're tough, but your stupid. Most girls, they come in here, they need toughening up. You need wising up," she said gruffly. I was shaking all over. I wanted to punch into something because I felt like I was going to cry. Instead I just gritted my teeth, and looked up at her. She grinned at me with this lopsided kind of grin.
She was a gorgeous, real black woman. She must have been six feet tall, and she was built like forever. She had beautiful big jugs, and a small waist and full hips, and her legs just stretched and stretched down to small ankles and well shaped feet.
"Here," she said, putting a package in my hand. It was wrapped in newspaper.
I looked up at her, and then opened the package. It was food, which I proceeded to devour greedily.
"I don't know why you're so enthusiastic about that garbage!" Callie sniffed contemptuously, sitting down on the bunk beside me.
"I haven't eaten for two days," I said, with my mouth full. Callie rapped me hard on the head. I turned to swing at her, and she grabbed my hand again, and laughing, put it back into the package.
"In the first place, have a little couth. You don't talk with your mouth full. That's rule number one. Rule number two is, before you swing, size up your opponent. You're too fucking light to tackle me with brawn. You need to use your brains, if you have any."
I kept on eating, until I was full, and then I wrapped the rest of the shitty food up in the newspaper.
"The barrel's over there," she said, pointing to one in the corner. I got up and shoved the mess in it, and then came back and sat on the bunk. Again Callie rapped me a good one on the head.
"This is my bunk, bitch. If you want to sit here, ask my permission."
"Fuck off!" I said, starting to climb up to my own bunk, "and thanks for the food."
Callie grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me down off the bunk, and threw me into her bunk.
"I said it's my bunk. But you're sleeping here tonight, and you're gonna service me. I like white meat. Also if I put my mark on you, then you become Callie's girl, and everyone will think twice before they put you in your place for your dumb shit nonsense."
Two other girls walked into the cell together. Callie sat down at the foot of the bunk, and I just lay there, grateful for even a minute's peace. I guess I was really grateful, when I saw the two big butches who walked in, that Callie had grabbed me for her own.
"Did you find out what I asked you to?" Callie asked one of the women.
"Yeah. Her name's Nan, she's fifteen, she's not in for anything. Brother doing a stint up at the State Pen, and Daddy told the court she was incorrigible. They found her on the side of the road, almost out from drugs. She ran away, that's all."
Callie turned and grinned at me. "What's Daddy really mad at you for? You wouldn't fork over when he told you to?"
"No, my brother already got that, and he didn't ask, he just took!" I said, getting the answer surprised out of me.
The women laughed. "Typical, typical!" one of them smirked.
Callie slapped me hard on the rump again. "Hey, sit up and mind your manners. This here's Rowena, and this here's Mike."
I sat up reluctantly and shook their hands. I was beginning to wonder if I would have the use of my hands by the end of the week. These girls were strong!
"Now, listen girls, this here is Callie's girl. So leave her alone."
"Oh, shit, Callie, you can't have them all!" Mike growled. Callie got up slow and easy. I was beginning to admire her style.
"Would you like to do battle over her?" she asked. She also had a funny but kind of nice way of talking.
Mike backed off fast.
After lights out, Callie sixty-nined me. After the brief experiences I've had, I have to admit that Callie was the best of them. She really made me come, and when I was coming, even though my cunt was sore. I really wanted to do it nice for her.
Her cunt was really heavy with thick, wiry black hair. I pulled it with my teeth and then licked her up and down, teasing her clitoris, and lapping up as much of her cunt juices as I could get. I tried to imitate her. I got her off finally by really twirling my tongue around her clitoris. Her heavily-furred muff humped into my mouth, and then when her orgasm peaked, she pressed it heavily into my mouth and nose. I thought for a minute I was going to suffocate, but it still felt kind of nice.
She pulled me roughly up to lie beside her after she had finished coming, and kissed me, a long deep kiss. Her kiss tasted funny until I realized I was tasting my own cunt juices on her mouth, like she must be tasting her cream on my mouth. That was another turn-on.
Then she almost rolled over on me, and fell sound asleep. Well, at first I tried to struggle loose, to get to my own bunk, but the warmth of her gorgeous body, and the snuggly feeling, kind of made me feel better, so I fell asleep. I didn't have any nightmares that night.
INTERVIEW TWO
I didn't come the last three times because I didn't feel like it, Doc. Callie made me come this time. She and I have become great buddies. Dutchie still has it in for me, but I'm getting smart at avoiding her, and also causing little accidents that she can't blame on me.
Like the day in the laundry room that I pulled a sheet out from under her. She went pitching down the chute to the floor below where the sheets are thrown into the big washers. Everyone laughed, even though some of the women looked scared that I did it. There were four of us at the steam press, and I did it so fast that she couldn't possibly know I did it to her.
And nothing happened. That night Callie told me that maybe I did have a few smarts after all. Word gets around fast in a prison.
My biggest problem is the shower room. I always get laid in there, but I'm getting used to that, too. Not only have I had my ass reamed out with soap, but my cunt, too. That was a real turn-on. I happened to walk in on Ellie one afternoon. She was frigging herself with the soap. As a matter-of-fact, she had almost come, when she noticed that I was standing there, grinning at her.
"Well, don't just stand there! That's not your style. Do something!" I just laughed. I didn't mind doing Ellie a favor, as long as I wasn't set upon by six female, would-be dudes. So I knelt down in front of her, and grasped her by the back of her thighs. I started with her belly button, running my tongue around and around in it, and then I traced a line of spit all the way down to her thick pussy hair, and then I started to separate her cunt slit with my tongue.
That didn't take too much time or effort, because her pussy lips were so swollen anyway. I found her clitoris which was sitting up as pert as a mini-penis, and I began to run my tongue around and around it. Then I buried my nose in her slit, to savor the musky, sweet smell that I had grown to like so much.
Her cunt was just pouring with her cream, and I started to lap that up. And then I just let my tongue run wildly, driving her crazier and crazier, from her fuck-hole all the way up her pussy lips, exploring every crevice, to her clitoris, which I teased lightly.
She grabbed my hair and clenched big bunches of it in her hands. Her legs were trembling a lot, but I didn't let up. I just kept teasing her and teasing her, running my tongue softly from her clitoris down her swollen, tawny pussy lips, to her love hole again.
I tried to make my tongue stiff, and stick it in her hole, sucking the juices. Then she started to groan, and grunt, and she pressed my face hard into her thickly-furred muff. I kept going slow and soft, even though I was having trouble breathing.
Then her body convulsed. At first it was a slow rocking of her hips and then it got wilder and wilder until she almost fell over. It was like she was having an epileptic attack. She even screamed, and threw her head back.
Then she released my head, and leaned against the wall, under the hot water, until the shaking in her body steadied. She looked at me and grinned.
"That deserves an answer," she said. "Lie down!"
I did what she told me to, and then she took the soap, and started to fuck my cunt with it, slowly at first, and teasing me the same way I teased her. I tried to make her speed it up, but she just laughed at me, until I was going crazy, humping my hips up into her hand which was dripping with my cream. I rolled my muff around and around, feeling that soap teasing my cunt walls like I've never been teased.
Finally I could feel my cuntal muscles gripping the bar of soap, spasmodically, as my orgasm pitched into me with a sweet fury that had me creaming, and moaning, and thrashing all over the tile floor. I was just as shaky as Ellie was when she finished with me.
Then she helped me up and we scrubbed each other's back. "You're improving, kid. A year in this exclusive finishing school, and you might even be able to go to college!"
I just laughed. Fat chance I have to get an opportunity like that. I'll be lucky if I get enough credits to graduate from high school.
Anyway, as the days pass, it gets easier. I don't light into people so much any more, mostly because people know if they cross me that they're going to get bitten, so they're a little more cautious. And that includes the matrons.
I'm still Callie's girl, and I think that helps a lot, too. She's real smart. I like her style, and I try to imitate it.
I guess it won't be too bad, after all to do a year. I'm not going to have any kind of model record by the time I leave, but I guess I do have a lot to learn.
For instance there was the time when Callie and me got even with Dutchie after Dutchie had done a number on me.
Like I said, I had been put in the laundry room, which is a god-awful job. Dutchie was on guard duty this particular day. This was after I'd pitched her down the chute. But she hasn't had her eyes off me since, just waiting to do more damage for the punch I threw at her that first day.
I was on the ironing machines, and I was awfully thirsty, because of the intense heat. There was a water fountain in the corner of the room, behind a huge pile of dirty sheets, waiting to be pitched for sorting, down that chute. I walked over it to get a drink.
The next thing I know, I feel this sharp crack across my rump. Dutchie is behind me, with this sick grin on her face. She had slugged me with her billy club. But now, I've had enough training to know better than to slug. I decided to just bide my time, and wait.
"What's the matter you little honky bitch? Prison sucking the nerve out of you?"
Well, that really did make me mad. But I gritted my teeth, and started to walk back to the presses. She swung the billy club again. This time, it got me right behind the knees. I went down like a shot. Thank God I was walking over the pile of sheets.
She beat me badly with that billy club, ramming into me again and again, until I was black and blue. She kept bellowing at me that I was insubordinate and all that shit. Who wouldn't be insubordinate with a bitch like that!
Anyway, she was beating me all up and down my body. As she worked up my body, she was straddling me, until she really started to do a number on my breasts. I noticed as I looked up her skirt that she didn't have any panties on.
Then I remembered the number they did on me in the matron's office. Semper paratis! Never know when the opportunity will present itself to be licked off by a helpless inmate. I knew she was thinking she had a chance this time. She got down on her knees as she approached my jugs, and then she pressed down into my mouth. Her cunt was pressing into my mouth.
I knew what was expected of me if I wanted to survive, so I stuck my tongue out. She had a real gamy-smelling cunt. At first I thought I didn't like it, but cunt is cunt. Some are different from others but it's still the same. Actually, I didn't like her, but I didn't mind doing her cunt.
She had a real funny pussy. Her red meat hung way below the outer plump lips of her pussy. I don't know why, and it was the first time I ever saw a cunt quite like that. But they were all sticky wet and swollen, and I started munching on that pink wet meat, and really enjoying it. It was nice to have pussy meat that was that available to my hungry mouth.
I ran my tongue up and down, and teased her clitoris, and she started humping my mouth, and gasping. The good thing about exciting her like that was that she stopped beating me with that fucking billy club. I started to stick my tongue into her love-hole, which was dripping with her fuck cream. It was really pouring out of her. She had already stained the front of my uniform with it, and it was dripping on my chin and down my cheeks. She was pouring so much juice that my tongue couldn't keep up with it, and I must have swallowed quarts of that stuff before she finished coming.
Anyway, I was really have a ball, sucking on her pussy lips, because, as I said, they were very full, and hung way below her outer slit. Finally, I could feel her cunt starting to twitch. It was very hot, and her hole was really pouring the cream now, so I knew she was going to come.
I really teased her clitoris furiously, as her pussy juices poured and poured. The heat from her cunt was almost overwhelming now, and I took advantage of it by running my tongue around and around her clitoris. She even had an enormous clitoris, and as she got excited it really grew and swelled, until it looked like a mini-penis. And it throbbed furiously against the tip of my tongue, as I flicked it around and around the tiny love button.
Finally, she did come. Her cunt was opening and closing and her juices really started to pour. I thought she was going to have a heart attack, she went into such convulsions. She pressed her swollen muff real hard against my mouth and nose, and I thought I would strangle, as I licked her furiously. Finally, I could feel the vibrations in her cunt getting softer, and I knew she was easing out. I kept on licking her until she slapped my face because my tongue was hurting her super-sensitized clitoris.
She stood up, still straddling me. I watched her tawny, swollen pussy flesh gleaming under her skirt. She was leering down at me. Then she kicked me in the ribs, and left.
Well, I had trouble breathing all afternoon, and that evening, Callie made me go to the infirmary. I had three broken ribs. There is no such thing in a prison like this of tattling on the prison matrons who abuse you. You'd be dead before they ever sent an investigating commission up to check out the reports of brutality. And after they killed you, they'd either blame another inmate, or they'd say you committed suicide.
I was still determined that no one was going to break my spirit, so even though I was in agony, I refused to be admitted to the infirmary, where the doctor said I should stay a few days. I went right back to the prison population and carried on with my work. My chance came for revenge sooner than I thought.
It was a miserable day. It was pouring rain, and three of the drainage pipes in the exercise yard were plugged up, so a battalion of about twelve of the toughest of us were sent to clean them out.
You have to understand that two of the drains lead into cisterns where all the toilets empty, and they had backed up, so you can just imagine what a filthy, stinking mess that was.
Callie and Mike and I were working on the central drain which was very large. It would easily accommodate two people, if you fell in, and the three of us worked very carefully and in mortal fear. I can't think of anything worse than drowning in shit!
Anyway, Dutchie was getting impatient because it was taking us so long to clear the passage. She came over, and kicked Callie who started to slide down the slanted lip of the drain, headfirst. She let out a god-awful shriek, and I grabbed her ankles, to pull her back. Anyway, Dutchie kicked me again, right where my broken ribs were mending, and I felt that pain all over again.
I guess Callie and Mike didn't think. They pitched Dutchie into the drain head first. The other girls working on the other drains all started to laugh and applaud. Callie and Mike helped me to my feet, but my legs buckled right under me, I was in such pain.
I heard a hollow yell coming from the drain, and I looked down. I could barely make out Dutchie, literally swimming in that awful mess. Then I felt guilty. I said to Callie that we had to get her out. I didn't want to be up on a murder rap. Callie shrugged her shoulders and told me to do what I wanted.
I squatted down, and yelled down to the panic-stricken bitch, "What will you give to get out?" By this time, all the inmates who had worked on the drains were all looking over my shoulder, leering down at Dutchie. You should have seen the look on her face. That black woman almost did turn white, she was that scared.
"Anything!" she screamed. "Anything. Please get me out!"
"Anything?" all the inmates yelled down at her in unison, all of them laughing.
There was a pause before Dutchie answered, I'll give her credit for that. That really took guts, to be drowning in shit, and have to think about an answer.
"Anything!" she growled. "Get me out!"
I couldn't do anything, because of the broken ribs she had given me, but I made the other girls go get ropes, and throw them down to her. I directed the operations, and we finally pulled her out, but only after she let go twice because her hands were so sticky and greasy, and she fell back in again.
Then we laid down the law. She was going to come into the shower room every night and get us off the same way she had insisted that we get her off. She started cussing and swearing, but we reminded her of the prison rules. We didn't tattle on her, so she damn well couldn't tattle on us.
The girls thought that was a super idea, so they let me have her first. By the time I got finished with her, Dutchie could hardly talk her tongue was so stiff and sore.
Since then, it's been a little better, but we always have to watch ourselves, because you never know when Dutchie will try to get back. But then, that's the name of the game in prison.
I think I have cooled out a little. Callie makes me go to school and read. You know, she almost treats me like a mother, except for all the sex stuff, and we still share the same bunk at night. I don't know why Maidie insisted that Cell Fourteen was the worst one in the whole prison. It's been the best one for me. I don't ever want to be soft and mushy, the way a lot of girls I know are, but I would like to have more smarts, and that's what Callie is helping me to get.
It's not a bad life, once you get used to it. And I certainly can't complain about lack of sex. There's plenty of that!
CONCLUSION
Nan is one of those battered children who defend against their grief and their constant fear by being tough.
I managed to get a session with the tough Callie, who had developed a liking for the poor little child. She gave me a hard time, but agreed that Nan did need help. Callie's own little daughter had been thrown out of the window when she was six months old, by her drunken father.
Callie was in jail for murdering him in a blind rage-manslaughter. So her deprived motherly heart was willing to encourage Nan to come to therapy sessions regularly.
She needs a lot of work, but maybe we can get some of it done, and make her year in jail profitable.
