couldn't be that bad. I took a seat on the hard mattress, trying not to bang my head on the bunk above me.
Malone came forward, seeming to be taking over again. I breathed a sigh of relief; she wasn't great, but Rugburn was just scary. "The first thing is you need to get wet," she said. "Hendricks is going to do a little strip for you."
I blinked rapidly. Hendricks had to make me wet? That was going to be hard. "I'm straight, though," I said.
"We'll see about that."
Hendricks stood in front of me, looking almost as uncomfortable as me. It was clear that she was at the bottom of the food chain in this cell - and that Rugburn was at the top.
She was at the bottom of the food chain until I came along, I should say.
I watched with slight curiosity as she began to unbutton her orange jumpsuit. I'm straight, but I can appreciate a woman's body. And Hendricks had a nice one - a vast expanse of smooth, light brown skin, and her breasts jutting firmly out in front of her. She let the top half of the jumpsuit rest on her wide hips and paused, looking down at me.
"Look at the look on her face," Malone said to her. "Check the sheet under her."
"Not yet," Rugburn said. She had her ice-blue eyes on me, too, watching my expression carefully.
Squirming nervously, I looked at Hendricks again. As she took off her bra, my clit twitched a little bit. It wasn't gay to feel like that. It was just that it was a person, with warm blood and less and less clothes on, standing just inches away from me. That doesn't make me bisexual if my clit responded.
Her breasts were just as perky without the bra as they were with it, even though they were big and round. I almost wondered if they were fake, but the way they jiggled as she moved told me they weren't. Her nipples were a dark purplish color, just begging to be sucked.
To be sucked by a man, of course.
I closed my mouth - I hadn't realized it was open - and readjusted my position on the hard mattress. The light-skinned woman's proximity was disarming. She even smelled good. Womanly, but good.
"Is she wet yet?" she asked, sounding even less at ease.
"She probably is," Malone said. "Look at how she's wiggling her little ass there."
"Big ass, for a white girl," Hendricks commented.
"Maybe she is, but let's make sure," Rugburn said firmly. "If she ain't wet when we check, you know what's going to happen."
What was going to happen? I didn't like the sound of that at all.
Fortunately or unfortunately, though, I was pretty sure Malone was right. My pussy was beginning to throb, and I could feel the juices flowing down there.
"Go ahead and stick your tits in her face," Rugburn said to Hendricks. "Just to be sure."
Hendricks blinked a few times, but nodded. A second later her breasts were covering my face, surrounding it from both sides. Her scent was even stronger, but not unpleasant, as she pressed her tits against my cheeks.
I leaned in, feeling her heat on my face. I could almost forget where I was, what I was doing, the fact that I was just as naked as she was. All I knew for that moment was her breasts against my skin.
Even a straight girl can like breasts. They're just beautiful, that's all. My girlfriends in college would talk about how much they liked boobs. Some of them would even feel each other up when they were drinking.
I never took part in that, though.
Now that I was thinking about it, I had always been a little jealous at the time.
"Stick your titty in her mouth," Malone said.
Hendricks was moving to obey when Rugburn said, "No." Then Hendricks stopped immediately.
I closed my mouth, not sure that I liked how my lips were already parted in anticipation. I didn't want to suck a tit, had never wanted to. Why had I opened my mouth to Hendricks so eagerly?
"Check the sheet," Rugburn ordered.
She beckoned and I stood up, feeling small and naked next to Hendricks', half a head taller than me, and the other two, who were fully clothed.
I was pretty sure they would find what
Malone came forward, seeming to be taking over again. I breathed a sigh of relief; she wasn't great, but Rugburn was just scary. "The first thing is you need to get wet," she said. "Hendricks is going to do a little strip for you."
I blinked rapidly. Hendricks had to make me wet? That was going to be hard. "I'm straight, though," I said.
"We'll see about that."
Hendricks stood in front of me, looking almost as uncomfortable as me. It was clear that she was at the bottom of the food chain in this cell - and that Rugburn was at the top.
She was at the bottom of the food chain until I came along, I should say.
I watched with slight curiosity as she began to unbutton her orange jumpsuit. I'm straight, but I can appreciate a woman's body. And Hendricks had a nice one - a vast expanse of smooth, light brown skin, and her breasts jutting firmly out in front of her. She let the top half of the jumpsuit rest on her wide hips and paused, looking down at me.
"Look at the look on her face," Malone said to her. "Check the sheet under her."
"Not yet," Rugburn said. She had her ice-blue eyes on me, too, watching my expression carefully.
Squirming nervously, I looked at Hendricks again. As she took off her bra, my clit twitched a little bit. It wasn't gay to feel like that. It was just that it was a person, with warm blood and less and less clothes on, standing just inches away from me. That doesn't make me bisexual if my clit responded.
Her breasts were just as perky without the bra as they were with it, even though they were big and round. I almost wondered if they were fake, but the way they jiggled as she moved told me they weren't. Her nipples were a dark purplish color, just begging to be sucked.
To be sucked by a man, of course.
I closed my mouth - I hadn't realized it was open - and readjusted my position on the hard mattress. The light-skinned woman's proximity was disarming. She even smelled good. Womanly, but good.
"Is she wet yet?" she asked, sounding even less at ease.
"She probably is," Malone said. "Look at how she's wiggling her little ass there."
"Big ass, for a white girl," Hendricks commented.
"Maybe she is, but let's make sure," Rugburn said firmly. "If she ain't wet when we check, you know what's going to happen."
What was going to happen? I didn't like the sound of that at all.
Fortunately or unfortunately, though, I was pretty sure Malone was right. My pussy was beginning to throb, and I could feel the juices flowing down there.
"Go ahead and stick your tits in her face," Rugburn said to Hendricks. "Just to be sure."
Hendricks blinked a few times, but nodded. A second later her breasts were covering my face, surrounding it from both sides. Her scent was even stronger, but not unpleasant, as she pressed her tits against my cheeks.
I leaned in, feeling her heat on my face. I could almost forget where I was, what I was doing, the fact that I was just as naked as she was. All I knew for that moment was her breasts against my skin.
Even a straight girl can like breasts. They're just beautiful, that's all. My girlfriends in college would talk about how much they liked boobs. Some of them would even feel each other up when they were drinking.
I never took part in that, though.
Now that I was thinking about it, I had always been a little jealous at the time.
"Stick your titty in her mouth," Malone said.
Hendricks was moving to obey when Rugburn said, "No." Then Hendricks stopped immediately.
I closed my mouth, not sure that I liked how my lips were already parted in anticipation. I didn't want to suck a tit, had never wanted to. Why had I opened my mouth to Hendricks so eagerly?
"Check the sheet," Rugburn ordered.
She beckoned and I stood up, feeling small and naked next to Hendricks', half a head taller than me, and the other two, who were fully clothed.
I was pretty sure they would find what
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