Brad Harris - Caged virgin

She lifted her shoulders, pulling herself up against his chest and rubbing her tits vigorously against him. The touch of his skin sent her nipples into delirious tremors. She hugged herself against him. The deep beat of their fucking became her one reason for existence. She shuddered and trembled, her cunt sucking on his cock. Ecstatic spasms ran through her pussy. She felt the room whirling about them with dizzying speed. She saw lights flashing around them in blazing flames, spinning crazily over the room as they fucked with more frenzied abandon.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Brill panted. "Ohhhhh! Finally! After so long, I'm finally getting your pussy! Ohhhhhhh!"

"Ride me, Baby!" she urged him. "Rip through my pussy! Ooooooeeee! Fuck me! Mmmmmmm! Fuck me!"

She felt her orgasm begin to creep through her cunt. She felt the growing tension, the mounting force. She lay back, paralyzed in her rapture, as her climax flooded over her. The brunette gasped and trembled beneath its force. She had never dreamed it could be so magnificent. She had never suspected anything could make her body feel so alive, so shimmering, so beautiful.

"Mmmmmmm!" she whispered. "Mmmmmmmm! Get me, Brill! Get me! Let your cock fill me up! Mmmmmm!"

She was still quivering in the deepened excess of her climax when his cock began to boil over. She gasped with unbelievable delight at the feeling of his hot cum shooting into her pussy! She felt her cunt grab at his cock in tight, luscious spasms of total pleasure.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he panted as he fucked her frantically. "Ohhhhh, Baby! Ohhhhhh!"

He emptied his cock into her yielding cunt and kept fucking as she caressed him softly about his neck and shoulders. Lynda had never felt so much a woman. She had never felt so intensely beautiful. His adoration had given her a new depth of feeling, a new richness of experience. She hugged herself to him, longing to discover some way to prolong his fuck.

It hadn't happened that way. It hadn't been like that at all. The brunette lay on the dirty bunk, her sore and aching body still remembering the rough assault of the jailer. Damn! It should have been that way. It should have been Brill. It should have been in her own bed, in her own apartment.

She wouldn't be here in this filthy jail if it had happened like that. She would never have left town if it happened that way. It was all her fault too. That made it worse. She had stopped Brill. She had stopped him as she always stopped him. She had stopped him as she had stopped every boy who had tried to get inside her panties.

She had stopped him. She had stopped him when he turned her down onto her couch, when he pulled her hand to his cock. The brunette had been terrified by the surge of emotion inside her body. The quivering sensation inside her pussy sent a gasp of apprehension through her. She twisted away from Brill, twisted from beneath him and shoved him hard enough to force him off the couch.

"What the hell!" he gasped, standing up with his eyes blazing in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you, Lynda?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," she snapped back to him. "I just don't want to. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Hell yes!" Brill muttered. "Damn right it is! You never want to. You are the biggest damn come-on in the world. You dress in the sexiest outfit you can find. You splash sexy perfume all over your body. You keep flashing those thighs at me from beneath your skirt. You keep rubbing those tits all over me. Your eyes keep inviting me to fuck you. Then you get all excited and angry about it. You make me feel like some sort of sex fiend."

He paused. His breath was coming in sharp gasps. His face was red in anger. She watched the pulsing of the veins at his temples. She realized that his cock had begun to go down in his pants as he fought to hold back his anger at her.

"No more," he panted. "This was the last time. You can call me when you decide to act like a normal woman. I can't take any more of this treatment."

"You know where to reach me!" he snorted as he slammed the door behind him.

Lynda felt her heart ache at the memory. She should have run after him. She should have called out for him. She could at least have called him the next day. She should have given him the pussy he so adored, he so desired. She should never have left town, not even to think it all over.

That's why she was up here in this backwoods town. She had been driving aimlessly, planning on taking three or four days to make up her mind. Lynda knew that sooner or later she would have to lose her cherry. Why not to Brill? Why not to a man who so clearly loved her?

She shrugged her shoulders. That was a senseless question now. She had lost her cherry to a dirty, unshaven, hick-town jailer. She had been fucked on a smelly, soiled mattress in a stinking little country jail. That wasn't all. She knew that this was only the beginning. The two deputies would be back. She had little doubt of that. The two men who had stopped her car outside of town and leered over her tits would be back. The two creepy men who had refused to admit it when she reported her car stolen, who had felt her up so roughly as they brought her to the jail, would be in to get their turns with her pussy.

Lynda turned over on her stomach. She buried her face into the pillow and began to sob. Her soft body shook with the force of her crying. She felt so dirty, so helpless. There was no one who could get her out of this.

The brunette froze as she heard the key turn in the lock of her door. She held her breath, waiting to hear the heavy footsteps of another man, perhaps two men. She expected to be pulled over by some assailant, turned over and raped again. Instead, she heard her jailer's voice from out in the hall.

"Got a roommate for you, honey," he called out. "The boys picked up another little hooker. You two ought to get on well together. Shit! This is going to be one hell of a pleasant week with two of you to look after us."

"Go to hell, Sam Terry!" a sharp female voice snapped. "You go straight to hell!"

Lynda turned over to see a slender dark-skinned girl standing inside her cell. The girl was screaming at the grinning jailer. Her dress hung loosely about her, evidently pulled open for his lewd hands to make their obscene search of her young body.

"Go to hell!" she repeated, then turned to Lynda as Sam walked back up the hall.

"What the shit is a girl like you doing in here?" she asked after looking the brunette over thoroughly. "This is the last place in the world for a girl like you to be."

"Damn!" the diminutive girl exclaimed. "Big Red will go absolutely out of her mind when she gets a look at you."

She stood in the middle of their cell, shaking her head slowly. Her eyes seemed immense as they stretched wide in apprehension. The girl stepped toward the bunk, then sat down beside Lynda. The brunette studied her cellmate for a minute. The girl was really quite pretty. Her body was tiny, yet all the right equipment was attached. Her pert, saucy tits thrust enticingly against her bright red halter. Her swinging little ass had perched provocatively when she stood in front of the door and cursed the jailer. Lynda smiled at her, feeling some new strength in the fact that she now had someone to keep her company, to share the terrors of this jail.

"Who is Big Red?" she asked the girl.

"How long you been in here?" the girl replied. "Not long, I guess, if you haven't had Big Red or Liz go after your pussy."

She got up angrily and walked about the cell. She paced about like a caged animal. Lynda watched her lithe little body pulse with angry energy. She gave a deep, heavy sigh, then turned back to the brunette.

"Big Red and Liz," she answered, "are the matrons here. If you think we have crummy jailers and deputies, wait till you meet those two. Damn! My skin crawls just thinking about them."