“No, don’t say that . . . please, I . . .”
Tara felt her pulse race madly. His voice was deep and loud in her ears as he moved so close Tara could see the dark whiskers on his cheeks. The blonde teen knew she couldn’t move anywhere. She was trapped.
“Man, the second I saw you I knew you was gonna be a hot little number.”
The words were shaking her courage. Tara could feel her knees shaking. She should scream, call out for help. But who would believe her? Tara had seen enough prison movies and heard enough documentaries that she knew the others would whitewash anything Gus did.,
“Come on, come on and play with my dick. Ain’t a woman alive who don’t like to play with a good, hard cock,” he almost whispered, his lips quivering with lust.
The words, the tone of voice … everything both frightened and strangely enough excited the young girl. What’s happening to me? Tara asked herself as she kept backing away from Gus. The teen’s cunt-lips were growing warm, moist, puffy. Tara could feel them rubbing oh so deliciously together as she moved backward. Her inner thighs were getting hot and tight while her nipples scratched itchily against her sweater. Looking down she saw the thick bulge pressing against the guard’s fly. A vile, terrible thought flashed through her mind, a thought that made her want to stretch out one hand and touch that bulge.
As if he read her mind Gus reached down and pressed the palm of his right hand against his fly, letting out a little groan as he rubbed his fingers over the protrusion. Tara shivered, feeling more tremors of terror and lust race through her.
“I’m tired of playin’ games, little miss. We get a chance to sample most of the girls here. And you ain’t gonna be no exception,” Gus said, his hands moving up to his khaki shirt and unbuttoning it. Tara felt panic race through her.
“Besides, ain’t no reason why you act so fuckin’ prissy. You probably been sleepin’ around town since you been twelve.”
“No, that’s not true!” Tara spat back, her face flushing deep red. It wasn’t. The young blonde teenager prided herself on her virginity, though God only knows she had more than a casual opportunity to fuck. But she fought off the boys, pushing their advancing hands away, insisting that only her husband would ever fuck her.
“Gonna find out real soon then, ain’t l?” Gus said, his smile turning sheepish. “We both know I want a nice, juicy piece of ass … and we both know I’m gonna get it!”
Tara shuddered, holding one of her bags in front of her. Her ass was pressed against the wall.
“I’m gonna fuck you, baby, and you really want that, don’t you?”
“No, no,” Tara cried, shaking her head back and forth while biting her lower lip. Why was she lying that way? Her pussy was puckering with heat, her cuntal walls buckling, her outer lips working back and forth while hot frothy juice bubbled out and wet down her panty crotch. Something was snapping inside her, something that made her want to drop the bags and embrace the big guard still rubbing his crotch in front of her.
“Feel my cock, get a good grip on it, then tell me you don’t need a fat prick stuffed in your cunt.”
Gus was using both hands now, rubbing them on either side of his dick. Then he moved up to her, raising his hands and putting them on either side of her head. Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as she felt his hot breath against her forehead, felt his crotch rubbing against hers.
“Feel it!” he barked.
Tara jumped at the harsh voice, then dropped her bags with a thud and did as she was told. He’d break her skull if she didn’t. Moving her right hand forward the young woman gingerly touched the throbbing bulge. Oh, how hot it was! She could feel the heat of his prick through his khaki uniform.
“Yeah, yeah,” Gus sighed, closing his eyes and sucking in a deep breath. “Yeah, go on and tell me you don’t wanna get fucked.”
“No, no, please don’t hurt me,” Tara cried, her fingers moving back and forth against the throbbing cock.
“That’s up to you, ain’t it?” he said.
Tara tried to take control of herself again. She didn’t want to encourage him, to play with his dick. But it was as if a dark force had taken over her mind. She stood there in that unfamiliar room, running the backs of her fingers over the bulge between his legs while Gus caressed her face with his hands. She knew she should be ashamed of her behaviour … she was acting like the kind of common street slut her parents warned her against. But what had all their, moral training meant in the end? Tara had been good, kind, moral, and yet everyone turned from her, didn’t even bother to listen to her true story! Their morality was a lie, a cheap, filthy lie, something to justify their stupid dull lives! Tara felt a rush of hate and disappointment. No, she wouldn’t listen to any more lies!
“Gettin’ hot, baby?”
Tara relaxed somewhat, letting the guard move his hands down and open her blue winter jacket.
The room was relatively warm. She shivered only with lust as the big man slipped off her jacket, then worked off her sweater and skirt, his eyes glittering with animal desire as more and more of her young body was revealed to him.
“Damn … you look even better than l thought you would,” he said, swallowing hard.
Tara felt Gus’ greedy eyes staring at her. She knew she should feel humiliation, degradation. And in a way she did. But the overpowering rush of pleasant cuntal contractions making her flesh crawl fought with those feelings and won. The moist glow of sexual excitement was making the young woman hot, eager, even willing to take on the guard.
Gus shook himself from the dream, then smiled as he shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Tara watched his zipper as he slowly opened it. He parted his trousers, pushing them down to his knees then letting them slide down to his ankles.
The teenager’s eyes widened when she saw his cock bob up from behind the khaki pants-long, thick, dark red, ribbed with dark blue veins! At the base of his thick cock a set of heavy-hanging balls swayed back and forth as Gus stepped from his pants and kicked them under the rumpled cot.
“Come over here, baby. ol’ Gus is gonna break you in.”
The half-naked teenager made a tiny whimpering sound. But she obeyed him. She stopped just in front of the big man, not wishing to have his dick touch her just yet. She’d never seen a man’s cock in real life. All the sex-education books depicted hard-ons of about six or seven inches. But this thing-this football sticking out from the guard’s crotch must have been at least ten inches long! And that clear stuff oozing from the tip … that must be the cum she read about, the stuff that shot out of the tiny piss-slit when a man reached climax!
Gus was sure of himself as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She felt his hot dickhead sliding between her legs. The girl gasped, closing her eyes, shaking like a leaf as she felt the shoulder straps loosen around her arms then slip down.
“Don’t … ”
Thinking that she was going to be stripped completely naked in front of this stranger shamed her. But what could she do? Besides, secretly Tara knew she’d been wanting something like this to happen for years. Now it was, and she couldn’t blame herself for it. Gus was big, strong, and she was in a place where no help would come even if she screamed for it.
“Yeah, good, big, hard nipples,” Gus sighed, pulling Tara’s bra off her body and watching as the high-riding tits flopped down to her chest. He reached up and caught one of the girl’s long, stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it hard, rolling it like a pea. Tara bit her lower lip hard once more, her head shaking violently while her pussy-lips quivered and more juice seeped out from the hole.
“It hurts!” she said in a tight whisper. But there was a strange rush of lust let loose as Gus kept pinching that tit-tip. Tara was confused. Pain had never felt like this before! Gus rolled his hips a little and his swollen prong touched her thighs, slipping up her belly. She gasped at that sensation, moving with him toward the cot. With a mixture of conflicting sensations Tara let the guard slide her panties down and start his fucking.
CHAPTER TWO
“You been wantin’ somethin’ like this for a long time, ain’tcha?”
“No, no,” Tara protested. But her body told the guard another story. He had crawled up onto the cot and was kneeling there now, his big hands lifting and parting the girl’s soft thighs. Already Gus had slipped off her panties, sniffing at the wet crotch panel and smiling, recognizing quickly the smell of hot pussy juice. He was right. Tara was hot, eager, curious, ready for a fuck in spite of what she told him.
Tara sighed, not saying a word, ashamed to admit to the sensations she was feeling. Glancing down, she watched the guard’s big finger work in between her hairy cunt-lips. He found the fluttering tissues of her pussy, ramming the finger deep in her until the second joint was buried. The girl jerked, stiffened, throwing her head back and letting out a strangled, gurgling cry. She’d done that sort of thing to herself in bed, closing her eyes, pretending it was a man’s dick ramming her.
“Unnnghhht”
The gasp of shocked pleasure exploded from her the same time her hips started to buck forward and roll. She was actually helping him finger fuck her! Oh God, how quickly her shame had evaporated under the hot throbbing burning her clit.
“Man, tell me, baby, any of your boyfriends do this to you?”
He was working the other hand up and down his rod, watching the girl’s violent reactions to his fingering.
“No, no, I swear,” she gasped, her chest and throat tightening. As his finger squirmed against her hard clit more groans and gasps tore from her throat. As she moaned and whispered to him the girl’s fingers searched down, down, farther and farther until she found his dick. Oh God, she couldn’t help herself as she felt them encircle his thick, fleshy cock head and start to jerk back and forth.
“Too bad-they don’t know what the fuck they missed,” Gus said, closing his eyes and keeping himself under control with great difficulty.
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