Brad Harris - Caged virgin

His eyes sparkled in anticipation. His hands trembled in delight. His huge chest heaved in ecstatic joy as he pulled and caressed her tits. Suddenly he gasped loudly and leaned forward. His eyes were clouded with lust as he pushed his cock down onto her tits. His hands pressed her glowing breasts up on either side of the lunging, pulsing cock. He held his shaft between her tits and began thrusting it deliberately against her sensitive flesh.

"Tits like yours are made for fucking!" he gloated. "A pair like that ought to have a hot piece of meat laying in between them. You're the first woman I've wanted to tit-fuck in years."

She glanced down at the sight of his glowing cock head emerging from between her soft, white tits with each thrust. He panted and groaned as he tit fucked her, his pecker getting more and more anxious with each driving plunge.

"Ohhhh!" he gasped. "Uhhhh! Fuck those tits! Ohhhh! I'm going to fuck those tits! Mmmm!"

His entire body shook and trembled. His hands throbbed with lust as he pressed her tits tighter against his gleaming shaft. The brunette sensed the surge of his lust through him, felt the growing load building inside his cock. She watched his nostrils flare, saw the way veins stood out at his temples. His mouth worked wordlessly as he concentrated on the delirious pleasure that ran through his cock.

"Damn!" his breath exploded from him. "Enough of that! Shit! I almost lost control. I almost dumped my load there on your tits. Can't have that! Have to put that wad in your pussy itself!"

He slid down her body and spread her thighs. His mouth came down on her tits as his finger pushed roughly into her pussy. He was sucking and finger-fucking her at the same time. His lips drew deeply at each nipple, sending tremors of passion all through her tits. His wide finger found her clit and began to mash and rub against that passion button until he had her unable to remain still beneath him. She writhed and twisted, her breath coming in as short and sharp gasps as his own. He grinned lustfully at her and ran his finger deep into her pussy.

"Like that, do you?" he panted. "Hell, I like it myself. Let's get your pussy all greased up while we take some of the pressure off my old cock. A man my age has to be careful not to let young girls get him excited too soon."

It didn't take him long to get her cunt oozing. Lynda felt her juices begin to seep through her tunnel. She humped her ass about, riding her bun along his plunging finger as they both gasped and moaned in overwhelming ecstasy. The sheriff was trembling as he pulled his finger out and brought his prick to the opening of her cunt. He smiled happily at her as he pushed roughly into her pussy and fucked his bulging cock head at her clit.

"Oooooo!" she groaned beneath him.

"Oooooooo, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oooooooooo!"

"Damn right!" he panted. "Damn right! I'll fuck that sweet pussy all the way off! Ohhhhhh, little girl! Uhhhhhh!"

His slick meat drove deep into her tunnel. She heard him sloshing through her juices, heard the gentle slap of his body against her own. The brunette lay her head back on the cot and rolled it from side to side, waving her dark hair wildly as she rode into the fuck with him. Her tits thrust upward until they rubbed over his lean, hard chest. She wrapped her legs about him and hugged herself tightly against his driving, plunging body.

"Ooooooeeeee!" she shrieked in gleeful passion. "Ooooooeeee!"

"Hang on, Baby!" he grunted. "Hang on!"

His pecker drove roughly, viciously into her cunt, sending sparks of beautiful passion shimmering through her. He fucked her heavily, driving as deep as possible into her yielding cunt. He rolled them back and forth, his entire body shaking and trembling as his climax surged into his delirious cock. His hands roved over her ass, grabbing each buttock in grips of ecstatic delight.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he panted as he began to go after her with new vigor. "Hurry up, Baby! You're about to get it! I've got a wad in here I'm ready to lay in your pussy!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned softly, "Mmmmmmm! You hurry! Fill me with that hot load! Ooooooeeee! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh, fuck me!" He shuddered violently inside her. His big cock trembled, then started blowing its charge into her cunt. The touch of the semen drove the girl into ecstasy. Her pussy responded to his wad by surging into her own glorious orgasm. They clung frantically together while their bodies pumped and thrust in rapture. They drained his cock, then kept on fucking as her orgasm roared all through her trembling body.

"Eeeeee!" she screamed. "Ooooooeeee! That's great! Oooooo! That's fantastic! Oooooo, what a fuck! What a wonderful fuck!"

The sheriff held her until she completed her own magnificent orgasm. Slowly he laid her back onto the cot and drew up above her. He looked at her tenderly, gently. He smiled at her softly, lovingly. Finally, he leaned down and kissed her as though she were a child. He patted her hips, then her tits.

"You're something special," he assured her. "You're something very special. We're going to have lots and lots of fun in the next few days. Then I'm going to talk to the judge about letting you off."

Lynda sat up suddenly and stared at him. Her mind was swirling, still numb from the delight of the fucking. She stared into his eyes, not able to comprehend what he was saying.

"You don't know?" she asked. "You don't know what the judge plans?"

"I haven't seen him," the sheriff assured her. "No, I have no idea what he plans."

"He's to convict me tomorrow," Lynda told him. "You're supposed to send me up there to serve my time by looking after him and his idiot."

"The hell I will!" the sheriff gasped. "No way! Your pussy is too damn good for that crummy bastard. No, honey. You leave it to me. I'll find a way to let you out of here, even if I have to stage an escape for you."

"Easy, old man, and you'll be all right!" the broad-chested tanned man snapped as he brought a knife up against the sheriff's throat. "We don't want to have to hurt anybody."

They had jumped him the moment he opened his door and led Lynda out into the hallway. The brunette cringed against the wall watching the sudden explosion of action. The tall, skinny partner grinned down at her eagerly, his eyes glowing with excitement and success.

"Don't scream, Baby," he cautioned her. "We're getting all of us out of here."

He frisked the sheriff quickly, taking the lawman's gun and pulling out a ring of keys that he held up in satisfied glee. He stepped to the outer door and slowly opened it, ready to rush out with the drawn gun at the sight of any of the other deputies. He opened the door and turned back to his companion who still held the sheriff at knife-point. He waved the three to follow him as he unlocked the door to the women's wing of the jail.

Marlene's face spread into a broad smile of relief as they stepped to the door of her cell. Marlene came out as soon as the door was unlocked, running over to the brunette and grasping her hands.

"I told you," she bubbled, "I told you they'd get us out of here. In there!" she snapped to the men as she pointed toward Big Red's quarters. "There are two matrons in there."

"What about the old bastard, Sam Terry?" the thin man whispered. "He still around? He going to come back in on us?"

"He's gone for the day," Marlene assured him. "Take care of the two in there first. Then we have to watch out for Rocky and Gene to show up."

He nodded and walked to the door, tapped on it and stepped against the wall. Lynda watched in fascination as he waited for one of the women to respond to his knock. He was about to tap once more when Liz pulled the door open. The blonde's face turned white, mouth dropping open in shocked surprise, as the man pushed her back inside. He went in with her, gun held at her stomach.