Janet Roland - The whore makers

"I think I'll just watch for a while," the lush blonde sighed as she leered at her friend pushing Vivian's head down towards her pulsing pussy.

The sleazy little Mexican woman lifted one of her legs and rested it on the wall, making her thighs part wide, revealing a slick oily gash and bald pussylips. Juice seemed to leak onto the flesh of her ass as she rocked to and fro, wiggling her pelvis with anticipated pleasure.

I've never seen a bald pussy before, Vivian thought as her face drew nearer the hot cunt. Her tongue crossed her lips in a reflex, smelling the aroma of the woman's snatch and anticipating the taste.

There was a chance that if she sucked the two girls off, she might be spared the humiliation of her own orgasm. She was still trying to fight the conflict between her actions and the morality of her early life which still had such a grasp on her conscious mind. She groaned inwardly and allowed her lips to touch the other woman's hot gash. "Ahhhhhh!" the Mexican woman keened lowly, thrusting her cunt up to Vivian's lips. "Use your tongue and suck… Lick my clit! Ohhh!" She was vibrating as she wiggled her hot twat against the girl's mouth.

Vivian gave it all she was worth and used her mouth and tongue on the pressing pussy, darting in and out and sliding over the clit while she sucked.

"Use your fingers," the squirming woman commanded as she pressed her cunt harder against Vivian's head, feeling the lips hot on her horny flesh.

Vivian responded and snaked her hands along the woman's thighs, over her firm, soft belly, and grasped her tender boobs, squeezing the nipples softly. She was disgusted at the ease with which the act she was committing had ignited her lust and desire. Her internal conflict concerning her sexuality was reaching the bursting point.

The big blonde shivered as her own anticipation made her reach out and touch Vivian's naked flesh, caressing her back and thighs, letting her hands linger on her solid ass.

"You're the best-looking prison whore I've ever seen," she sighed as her hands brushed over Vivian's twat.

Am I a whore? Vivian asked herself as the stroking hands sent shivers sweeping across her body. The sweaty, sticky odor of the other woman's pussy filled her nostrils while she sucked hard and tried to push the thought from her mind. She moved one of her hands down from the raven-haired Mexican's tits and ran her finger in and out of her cunt while she sucked harder on her clit.

"Eat me…" the woman moaned as she bucked and twisted, bumping her head on the top bunk as she squirmed to open the pussy wider.

Vivian used her fingers and mouth on the pussy in front of her while her own body was being caressed and fondled from the rear by the sexy blonde. She felt the woman's fingers as they lightly peeled apart the tender lips of her pussy and sunk lightly into the bright coral pink of her open snatch.

Vivian stirred as she felt the probing finger withdraw from her quaking pussy. She continued to lick and suck on the Mexican woman's clit. Her own sensuality was deeply aroused now and she was aware of the pleasure she was giving. For the first time in her life she was cognizant of her own sexual ability as a woman, understanding that giving in sex was as important as taking. She understood her new role in life; her deeply hidden inner person was breaking through to the surface.

She was a giver.

The voluptuous blonde slowly drew her fingers over Vivian's searing cunt. It was wet and slippery to her touch. She traced the soft skin from the end of the lips to the crack of her ass and gingerly trailed the tips to the puckering, quivering mouth of the girl's asshole. She pushed inside, slipping two fingers as deeply as she could, making Vivian wriggle and moan.

Vivian worked her mouth harder against the Mexican woman's crotch, lapping with her tongue all around and inside, pumping with her fingers as she allowed herself to enjoy the pumping fingers in her ass.

The saucy Mexican gripped the back of Vivian's head and groaned as she twisted her pussy harder into the girl's mouth. She was heaving heavily, on the verge of a climactic explosion.

"Oh, what a beautiful sucking whore you are!" the Mexican tart yelled. "What a magnificent tongue you have…" she crooned as she rushed toward her peak.

The statuesque blonde continued to ream her fingers in and out of Vivian's asshole while she rubbed her clit with her other hand. She enjoyed watching the girl's hips chum rhythmically as she struggled to reach a climax. The way her soft flesh yielded to her hands was exciting.

Vivian began to tremble as she buried her face as deeply as she could into the other woman's crotch. She found a drastic difference in the soft hands and bellies of women and the ramming cocks of men. Even her lover, Max, had often just rammed away at her pussy without thinking of her own needs. She blew her breath hotly into the gaping pussy she was mouthing as the explosive suddenness of a climax rocked her whole body.

The little Mexican murmured under the panting flow of breath as the waves of her orgasm consumed her. She locked her fingers in Vivian's long blonde hair, lifting her cunt to the burning lips.

"Ohhh, my little whore… You fuck so good!" she gasped.

Yes, I am a whore, Vivian thought as she allowed herself to be fully satisfied by the climax. I'm a whore because of my father! All the men of the world seemed evil, out to increase their power over others. Her father, her lover, and the men who had raped her only had one thing on their minds, and that was their own climax.

"What about me?" the lush blonde asked, looking at the two panting women. "Don't I get a chance to come? I paid my money for this, you young jailhouse whore!"

Vivian turned without another word and kissed and licked on the blonde woman's pussy until she came on her mouth while the catty Mexican woman sucked her from behind. This time her morals were cast totally aside and she reveled in the hot bathing liquid that seeped onto her face. I've really become a whore, Vivian thought, and I like it.

Vivian sat on the edge of her bunk, dressed in the ill-fitting clothing that she had received from the matron upon her commitment to the Carcel Preventiva. She was alone once again; breakfast was over and the other prisoners were allowed to go about the daily routine of the institution while she was locked in her cell. Rosita had told her that she would be taken to the doctor's for an examination and then be assigned a job.

The results of her experiences with the three women the previous evening was still the cause of some personal bewilderment. The length and quality of her orgasms left her wondering if she really wasn't a whore or a lesbian.

The memory of her pleasant life with her family and Max was now clouded by the salient truth of her own father's lack of moral principles. The men and women who had abused and degraded her weren't her enemies because of anything she had done, but were her father's adversaries and the products of a system that men like her father promoted for their own selfish gains. She was the victim of circumstances beyond her control, making it easy to direct her anger and frustration at the man whom she had so recently held in such high esteem. Joseph Long, her father, was a greedy pig and someday he would suffer for the things he had done to innocent people and the disgrace he had caused his only daughter.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to love Max again? she asked herself. The thought of his warm tender approach to love stimulated Vivian; her pussy began to twitch as she remembered the way he had fondled and stroked her whenever they were in bed together. But now, the results of her sexual encounters with so many people in such a short length of time added a new dimension to the relationship. She had found out that her body was able to produce a level of response that she had never experienced with Max. The stimulation she derived from some of the things she had always thought to be perverse left her gasping in the clutches of sexual bliss.