Brad Harris - Caged virgin

"Ohhhh!" he snorted. "Uhhhh! It's coming, Baby! Ohhhh, it's coming! It's coming like crazy!"

His cock quivered for a moment, then began to spurt his cream at her throat. The girl pulled her mouth back enough to catch his semen on her tongue. She swallowed one mouthful, then sucked his still bleeding cock of another big wad of cum. She felt his body sag back into the chair as he unloaded his ecstatic prick. His tool began to soften in her mouth, then finally went limp as she kept sucking it. The judge leaned back in his chair, his hand dropping from her head. He sighed heavily and contentedly. A smile was plastered across his face.

"Ohhhh, that was wonderful!" he assured her. "That was the best!"

If he had gotten rid of his horniness for the moment, the jailer who was gasping and panting as he rammed his finger into her cunt was just getting warmed up. Sam Terry took advantage of the judge's releasing her to envelop her more completely in his arms. He pulled her down onto the floor and came up over her, tugging his cock out of his pants and pulling her panties off.

"Let me fuck her, Judge!" he rasped. "Let me ream her out with my old cock."

"Go ahead," Judge Howell sighed. "I can't do anything more. She's sucked everything I had. Fuck her for me, Sam. Ball the shit out of her."

Before the judge finished giving his approval, the jailer was on top of the girl. His cock plunged viciously at her pussy, driving immediately into Lynda's cunt. He pumped furiously as he grabbed at her tits with lust-maddened hands. The brunette moaned from the way he slammed himself into her. Lynda gasped at the brutal way he pulled and twisted on her tits. She felt his cock getting hotter and hotter as he thrust and plunged excitedly through her numbed pussy.

"This is how we treat hookers!" he gasped. "This is what happens to girls who do it with the judge's son!"

The frustrations that had built up while he listened to the sounds from the bedroom upstairs came boiling out. Sam held her tightly and slammed his cock harder and harder at her pussy. He rolled her on the floor, fucking her with rapidly growing fury. His breath came in short gasps. His cock shook with enraged passion. He caught her lips beneath his mouth and lapped at the judge's cum remaining in her mouth. He sucked her breath angrily as he pumped his furious cock at her.

"Ahhhh!" he finally began screaming. "Ahhhh! Show you! I'll show you! Ohhhh, I'll show you a fuck! Ahhhh!"

His cock boiled over, pumping his hot cum into her. He trembled madly, unable to hold back his wild ejaculation. He unloaded his wad long before he had wanted to. His anger and the softness of her body had betrayed him. He groaned and writhed on her, sending his massive wad of semen through her.

Finally he slowed his violent attack. He pumped more slowly, more hesitantly. As his cock began to soften, be pulled out and rolled over onto the floor beside her. She turned her head and watched him slowly get to his feet. He looked at the judge to see if the old man had approved. Lynda looked back at Judge Howell and saw the dim, tight smile on his face.

"Sam," the judge finally sighed. "I think I need to keep this little girl around here. You think we could manage that?"

"You mean here?" the jailer asked. "You mean here in the house?"

"Yes," the older man answered. "She might be good for my son. Hell, I know she'd be good for me."

He looked down at Lynda. His eyes softened as he looked over her still heaving tits, as he saw the soft loveliness of her thighs.

"How about it, honey?" he asked. "Wouldn't you like to stay here with us? Damn! We need a woman around here."

"No!" she gasped before she realized it. "No! Never! Ohhhh, no!"

His expression changed. The smile left. He looked hard and stern again. The judge straightened up in his chair and pushed his cock back into his pants. He buckled his pants and zipped his fly. He sat erectly and looked angrily down at her.

"It doesn't matter what she says," Sam told him. "Shit, you're the judge. You find her guilty and tell the sheriff you want her assigned to your house here. Hell, she'll have to do it whether she likes it or not."

A smile crept across the old man's face. He nodded his approval. He looked down at the girl who had pulled her dress down and was trying to get her blouse over her luscious tits. He eyed her, then smiled at Sam again.

"Maybe," he muttered. "Maybe we can arrange just that. I'd have given her a suspended sentence if she'd been willing to come to work for me. You're right. I can give her three years for prostitution and have her anyway. Hell, that's even better. If she tries to leave, the boys will pick her up before she gets halfway out of town."

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Sam straightened his pants and pulled the girl to her feet. He led her back to stand in front of the desk. They waited while the judge seemed to be lost in thought. Finally he smiled again and opened his eyes. He looked sternly at Lynda, then over at Sam Terry.

"Let's have court tomorrow morning," he suggested. "Then we can do it all nice and legal. Tell the sheriff to have her ready to appear at nine tomorrow. I'd like to fuck her tonight, but maybe it'll be better this way."

He dismissed them, turning to the stack of papers in front of him. Sam pulled the girl out the door and pointed down a hallway.

"Get back to work," he snorted. "Fun time is over. You still have some work to finish before we go back to the jail. You'd better learn to enjoy it. Looks like you'll be staying up here for the next few years."

"We're getting out of here!"

Lynda drew back in surprise and stared at the diminutive black-haired girl. Marlene motioned for her to act as though she hadn't told her. The smaller girl stood close against her and whispered her message.

"They had me mopping the floors in the men's section of the jail," she explained. "They have two men in there who plan to break us out of here."

"When?" the brunette asked, her heart suddenly beating rapidly at the thought.

"I'm not sure," Marlene replied. "They didn't know when then chance would come. They'll do it, though."

"How do you know?" Lynda wondered aloud. "How can you be so sure of them?"

"I know them. At least I've heard about them. They have a car hidden somewhere, just outside town I think. All we do is wait for our chance."

She clamped her mouth shut quickly as the door at the end of the hall opened and Big Red came down the hall. The big matron carried two trays of food that she brought to their cell and passed inside. Her eyes fastened on the brunette's body, smiling as though remembering the pleasures of the previous evening. She looked at Lynda as the girl took her food over to her bunk.

"Don't take all night to eat that," the red-head snapped. "We've got some plans for this evening. I hear you made a play for the judge's son. The word is that he has arranged for you to stay at his house. That means we have to get in all the pussy licking we can before tomorrow."

She laughed at the girls, then walked back down the hallway. Marlene looked across the cell at her friend. Her eyes were immense as she stared at the brunette. She worked her mouth several times before she could manage to get any words out.

"The half-wit!" she gasped. "The half-wit got your pussy?"

"The half-wit," Lynda admitted. "And the judge and Sam Terry all fucked me. Now the judge wants to have me assigned to him personally."

"Damn!" Marlene gasped. "That would be worse than spending the rest of your life with Big Red. That dumb bastard had already put four girls in the hospital. They don't think one of them will ever get over it."

"At least I don't have to worry about that, do I?" the brunette commented. "Not if your friends can be depended upon."