Brad Harris - Caged virgin

"Shhhh!" the small girl cautioned. "You want Big Red to hear you?"

Lynda nodded her head, sorry that she had blurted out so much. She ate in silence, hoping that whatever the men had planned would happen before the matron came for them. That would be the ultimate agony, she felt, to be helpless in Red's apartment when the men made their break. She wanted to ask about that, but hesitated to bring the subject up aloud. She stared at her cellmate, trying to figure some way to communicate her apprehension.

Her musings were interrupted by a loud, boisterous voice out in the office. Lynda quickly looked around. The door at the end of the hallway remained closed. She heard the nervous laughter of her cellmate and looked at Marlene. The small girl met her gaze with a worried expression in her eyes.

"The sheriff," Marlene told her in a flat voice. "The bastard is back. Shit!"

"What?" Lynda asked, unable to see how one more man could make any difference in their escape plans. "How can he stop them?"

"I don't mean that," the small girl told her. "He'll have to get his share of the fun. Hell, he'll want to make up for lost time. I kind of hoped that the guys could break us all out of here before we had to do any more fucking."

The sheriff came striding through the doorway and down the hall to their cell. He stood a half-foot taller than even Rocky. His face looked terrifying to the brunette as he stared through the bars at her. Huge, bushy eyebrows accented the sharp features of his tanned face. He smiled broadly at her, then began unlocking the door.

"Let's see what we picked up while I was away!" he laughed. "The boys tell me we really found a classy little pussy this time."

He stepped toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Lynda felt herself lifted into the air as he pulled her up for inspection. He stood her on her feet and looked down at her. She felt a wave of apprehension sweep through her at the way he stared.

"Huh!" he grunted. "You look pretty good. Shit! After hunting out in the woods all week, you look more than damned good. Tell me, honey, is this all real?"

His huge hand whipped over and grabbed one of her tits. He felt over the ripe breast and smiled as he grunted again. He dropped her tit and reached behind her to pinch her ass roughly.

"Feels like that's all pussy!" he chuckled. "I'll find out right soon, won't I?"

"Well, hello, Marlene!" he smiled as he turned and saw the other girl. "Good to have you back in here. Sure looks like I missed some good fucking while I was gone. Don't worry, though. I'll make up for it in the next few nights."

He pulled Lynda behind him as he went through the door. He took her through the outer office, then through the men's section of the jail. Two male faces pressed against their bars, watching as he pulled her back toward a door beyond the cellblock. These, Lynda realized, must be the two men Marlene had spoken with. She glanced at them as she was whisked by. Her throat suddenly had a lump. Her heart seemed to stop beating. She wasn't sure what she had expected the men to look like. She certainly hadn't expected anything like these two, though.

The nearest man was tall and very skinny. A huge scar ran the length of his face. His hair hung long and stringy down to his shoulders. A tooth was missing from his mouth as he grinned leeringly at her. The man beside him was tanned and huge, almost as large as the judge's idiot son. His eyes seemed small and narrow on his broad face. He didn't smile, didn't leer. He stared meanly at her for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the sheriff.

"How do you men like what I'll have for supper?" the sheriff asked them. "You sit there like good boys and eat your beans while I go knock off a good piece of tail."

They were content to stare at the lawman like they would leap at the chance to slip a knife between his ribs. The heavy air of hatred sent chills through the girl's body as she was drug on into the sheriff's private quarters. He opened the door and pulled her inside. His breath was heavy, excited, as he leaned toward her.

"You be a good girl," he threatened her. "You give me some good pussy or I'll toss you in the cell with those two."

He laughed at his threat. Lynda was suddenly frightened by whatever might happen tonight. She closed her eyes, still seeing the expressions on the faces of the two prisoners. She tried to recall the face of the half-wit as he bounced happily on top of her. Where would she be the safest? She didn't like either alternative. She shuddered as she realized the lack of choice before her.

"Come on, Baby!" the sheriff laughed. "I didn't say I would feed that sweet pussy to them. I said I'd do that if you didn't give me a real, nice fuck."

He smiled expectantly as he began taking off his clothes. Lynda stared at him, reluctant to undress. She marveled at how lean and firm his body appeared. For a man who seemed to be pushing sixty, he had a body tough enough for a twenty-five-year-old athlete. He finished undressing as Lynda finally snapped herself out of her stupor and began slowly removing her blouse and skirt. His big cock began rising as he watched her undress. He sat on a cot in his small room and smiled at her lush tits and her crotch. He licked his tongue across his thick, expressive lips and swallowed hard in his growing excitement.

He pulled her toward him as soon as she was naked. He pulled her down onto the cot and began groping at her body. He rolled her down onto her back and swung a leg over her, pinning her helplessly beneath him as he sat astride her waist. His huge cock pulsed and waved in front of her face while his hands went to work on her tits. He caught each tit from the side and pushed them roughly together. Lynda watched his pleased smile as he saw the dramatic cleavage his effort produced. He rolled the heaving globes about, then pushed them roughly together again.

"Ohh, Baby!" he panted. "I don't know as I've ever been so turned on by a pair of tits. Damn! You've got the best! I've seen bigger, but never any that excited me so."

His wide thumbs caught each nipple. He rolled those buttons in small circles until he could feel them get hard and warm beneath his play. He pressed them into her swollen tits as he rolled the globes excitedly. His cock pulsed strongly, veins standing out along the heavy shaft and the big head getting redder and redder in anticipation. He kept licking his lips as he massaged her tits into swirling warmth. He bounced each tit on his fingers, then pressed them together once again.

"Good enough to eat!" he panted. "Those two big tits are good enough to eat! Ohhh, Baby! I'm going to have one hell of a ball tonight!"

His legs tightened around her, almost choking the breath out of her as he writhed and twisted on her tummy. His cock was leaping wildly. He laughed as the long, hard shaft kept slapping against his arm while he played with her tits. He lifted one hand from a breast and caught his meat by the shaft. His eyes glazed in passion as he slowly pumped his cock in front of her eyes.

"Like the looks of that cock, Baby?" he asked. "I promise you, it can sure go after a pussy. See how hard it is, just having those tits bouncing there in front of it?"

He reached down and took one of her hands, bringing it up to his cock and placing her fingers around the steaming shaft. He made her pump him slowly and sensuously while he started pawing again at her tits. Her nipples tingled from his taunting, her tits swelled and glowed with sensuous response. She felt the rising heat of his cock beneath her fingers and pumped the long, curving prick harder and harder. She tightened her grip on the meat, delighting in the powerful throbs that ran about it.

"Mmmmm, Baby!" he moaned. "You're getting this old man all cranked up. You sure are! Ohhhh, I'm going to enjoy sticking this old cock into that soft, sweet pussy. Ohhhh, am I going to enjoy that!"