Brad Harris: Caged virgin

"The man who brought you in here is the only person I've seen since I got in here," Lynda told her. "He's bad enough."

"Sam Terry?" the girl asked. "You think he's bad. Honey, he's the best one of the whole crowd."

She shuddered as she thought of the others. She shuddered and came back to the bunk. Her eyes glowed warmly as she looked at Lynda with sudden compassion. She reached over and placed a sympathetic hand on the brunette's thigh.

"Sam fuck you?" she asked quietly. "Sam make you fuck him? Old Sam claim he was going to search you, then get you down and ball you?"

Lynda nodded her head in response. She tried to read the expression in the girl's eyes, tried to figure what warning this new companion in terror was trying to give her. Apparently she had been in this jail before. She sure seemed to know how Sam operated.

"Me, too," she answered Lynda. "That's the way he did me the first time I got in here. When he didn't try to fuck me right off, I figured he'd just gotten himself a little pussy. Yours, huh?"

Lynda nodded again. She found herself liking this girl. She felt safer somehow with the little raven-haired girl beside her. Before she realized it she had leaned against the slender body and was letting the girl console her.

"My name's Marlene," the girl told her. "Marlene Stokes. I'm not a hooker, no matter what they try to tell you. Sure, I fuck around. I like a good piece of cock. I never charge for it, though. I fuck strictly for fun."

"I never fucked before either," Lynda sobbed. "They just tried to say that I did." She straightened herself up and fought back her tears. "I'm Lynda Brawner. Thanks for giving me a sympathetic shoulder. Now tell me more about what I can expect in here."

"You have already seen how they start," Marlene told her. "Old Sam usually tries to sneak in the first fuck. They don't keep a matron on duty all the time. When they get a cunt in here, they call for the sheriff's dyke sister. She and her friend come over and take charge. God! Do they ever take charge! Both of them are queer as they come."

Her small body shuddered at the memory or the two women. Her eyes stretched wide open, sparkling even in the midst of her sad story.

"After Big Red and Liz have their party with you, the sheriff lets his deputies take turns," she continued. "They must have been the ones who brought you in. They knock you about while they fuck you. They try their damnest to make you fight them. Mean mothers, they are! Damn but they're mean."

"And the sheriff?" Lynda asked. "He allows all this? He doesn't get in trouble when they finally take you to court?"

"Court?" Marlene laughed wryly. "Who said they take you to court? Shit! When they have gotten in all their kicks, they let you out. They know you don't want to go to court. Not to Judge Howell! That bastard is worse than the rest of them. No, they keep you in here a few days, fucking the shit out of you. Then they turn you loose."

She looked over at Lynda and suddenly frowned. Marlene opened her mouth to say more, then clamped her teeth shut quickly and looked away.

"What is it?" Lynda asked her. "Something has you worried. Is it something about me?"

"Yes," the girl admitted. "I was talking about how they'll treat me. I don't know about you. After all, someone might pay more attention if you started raising hell. I don't know how they plan to keep you quiet. I really don't."

They were sitting there, staring at each other, when they heard the sound of voices coming down the hall. Lynda looked up to see the two deputies unlocking the door to their cell. Rocky held a half-full bottle of liquor in his hand. From the look of the two, they had been drinking the booze in preparation for their visit.

"Hey!" Gene laughed as he looked over and discovered Marlene also in the cell. "We got a pair of them!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Marlene snapped, turning away from him as he reached for her tits.

"Oh no!" he laughed. "I don't need to fuck myself, not when I've got two little pieces of pussy waiting here for me."

He punched his partner in the ribs playfully. The men each took another long drink from their bottle. They smelled of the whiskey as they came closer to Lynda. Rocky leaned his face down close to the girl, leering broadly.

"You like your little roommate?" he asked.

"Sure she does," Gene snorted. "Shit, I bet they've already been sucking at each other's pussy. What say we let them show us how they've been doing it?"

"Yeah!" the taller deputy grinned. "That ought to get us worked into a good hard. You girls get undressed. Show us how you take care of each other when you don't have a man around."

He motioned toward the girls, stepping back and taking another drink of his booze. Gene took the bottle from him and also took a long, deep drink.

They grinned lewdly at the two girls, their eyes glowing as they eagerly waited for the show to begin.

"We'd better do it," Marlene whispered to Lynda. "If we don't they might get rough. Shit, they might even call for Liz and Big Red."

She began slipping her dress off. Lynda fought against the new terror that pulsed through her. She sat trembling, unable to move. She watched Marlene pull her bra and panties off, displaying a compact little body that glistened beneath the light from the unshaded bulb above them. Marlene did have a nice little build. She was little, even more slender than Lynda had imagined. She had nice tits, though. She had nice, firm tits and a hell of a saucy little ass.

"Hey, girl!" Gene called out. "Your little friend is waiting on you. Get with it, Baby! We can't keep our cocks on hold all night."

The expression in Marlene's eyes gave the brunette enough courage to slowly pull her clothes off. She got naked and turned to the smaller girl. Marlene laid her along the mattress, easing her own body alongside. They began playing with each other's tits. Their fingers taunted over each nipple as they brought slow, reluctant tingles of desire into their bodies.

"Mmmmmmm," Marlene moaned lightly as she leaned her face into Lynda's tits. She caught one nipple in her mouth and began sucking firmly. In order to get her own mouth on one of the girl's tits, Lynda had to twist her body about in the bed. She turned, coming down opposite the direction in which Marlene lay. She took one of the tight little tits in her mouth and tongued at Marlene's nipple until she had it tight and pulsing at her touch.

"Mmmmmm," the smaller girl kept sighing. "Mmmmm! Nice, soft tits! Firm, but soft!"

She tongued rapidly at a nipple, sending showers of delicious sparks through the brunette's breasts. Lynda lapped more slowly, more sensuously, at Marlene's tits. Her tongue rubbed lushly over each nipple while her hands cupped the exquisitely shaped tits, pulling each tit outward to meet her eager lips. The young brunette shuddered as she felt the dark-skinned girl's fingers move down over her tummy and tease through her cunt hairs. She forgot the presence of the two drunken deputies who leaned back against the wall, drooling at the sight of the girls caressing and kissing each other.

"Mmmmmm," Marlene sighed. "Ooooo, I feel some pussy! Mmmmm! Sweet little pussy!"

Her fingertip rubbed along the lips of Lynda's cunt. Tiny tremors of anticipation tingled about the inner passage of the girl's pussy. Lynda's fluids were oozing in response to the taunting, erotic play of the girl's finger. She lay gasping and panting beside Marlene, letting her trembling hand move over Marlene's glistening tummy, through the deep hairs of her cunt, down to the delicate lips of the petite girl's pussy. The lips were moist as she stroked tenderly across them. The inside of Marlene's pussy was wet as she eased a finger inside and rubbed her cellmate's clit in slow, taunting play.

"Ooooooo!" Marlene gasped. "Oooooo!"