they wanted on the bedsheet. Whether I wanted that or not, I didn't know.
Malone leaned under the top bunk, her hand exploring the mattress. She ran her fingers over it for a moment before finding what she was looking for.
"So?" Rugburn asked. "Is it wet or not?"
"Hell yeah," Malone said. "She's one of us!"
She lifted her fingers. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but I thought I could see a trail of sticky wetness rising from the mattress. Malone brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean.
I should have found it disgusting, but it made me even wetter instead. I wasn't "one of them," I knew I wasn't - but then why was the bedsheet wet?
"What now? Is it over?" I asked, my voice weak.
Rugburn turned to me, exploding again. "I tell you to talk, bitch? Who told you to talk?" She grabbed me by the throat and thrust me against the cell bars. My body shook as the cold metal rubbed against me. From across the hall, the women whooped and cheered. They had to be getting a fantastic view of my ass.
"I'm sorry!"
That seemed to placate her a little bit, and her grip loosened. She let me take a step away from the bar door. "That's more like it," she said, her breathing slowing. "And no, it ain't over."
The other women laughed.
"What happens now is you need to prove yourself." Rugburn spat her gum through the bars, then started to unbutton her own jumpsuit. Her pale body emerged from underneath, no bra covering her perky breasts or big pink nipples.
I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off her body. Did she want me to go down on her? I couldn't do that. "I'm straight," I mumbled again.
She sneered. "Relax. It ain't even your turn yet," she said, nodding to Malone.
Malone stripped off her own jumpsuit, her body as dark and curvy as Rugburn's was pale and skinny. They both knelt on the cement floor, Malone behind Rugburn.
The women across the hall were watching more intently than ever. Even from where I was standing, I could see their eyes widen as Hendricks pushed her jumpsuit from her waist down to her ankles.
She took her place behind Malone, her nose right up by the black woman's pussy. The three of them were in a row, all up close to each other as if they were going to...
"Now it's your turn," Rugburn said. Malone's tongue was already finding her pussy as, from behind, Hendricks did the same to her. My eyes widened. They really expected me to get down there and do that?
"I can't," I whispered.
"If you don't..." Even naked on her knees on the floor, Rugburn intimidated the crap out of me. Once again I reminded myself that I didn't want to fuck with those women.
All she had said was that I needed to prove myself. Maybe that would just mean that I could lick Hendricks for a minute, and then they would let me go to sleep peacefully.
Slowly, hesitantly, I dropped to my knees. There wasn't much space in the small cell, and my ass was right up against the wall as I took my place at the back of the line of naked women licking each other.
I touched Hendricks' ass, which was even bigger than mine. Was I really going to be able to put my tongue between her thick thighs? I enjoyed getting eaten out well enough, but I didn't even like going down on guys.
As I squeezed the round curve lightly, she gave a soft moan. She didn't pause licking Malone for a second, though. Her tongue worked diligently, working its way up and down Malone's pussy.
Malone was moaning softly herself, but still doing her job on Rugburn. I couldn't see the young white girl's scarred face, but from her groans and the way her ass shook back and forth, I could tell that she was enjoying herself.
I squeezed Hendricks' ass again, a little harder this time. It wasn't so bad touching another woman. I was going to get through this.
"Rugburn, she ain't licking me yet," Hendricks said in the tone of a child tattling to a schoolteacher.
"I'm licking her!" I said, not wanting to see how Rugburn would react to this infraction. Before she could
Malone leaned under the top bunk, her hand exploring the mattress. She ran her fingers over it for a moment before finding what she was looking for.
"So?" Rugburn asked. "Is it wet or not?"
"Hell yeah," Malone said. "She's one of us!"
She lifted her fingers. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but I thought I could see a trail of sticky wetness rising from the mattress. Malone brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean.
I should have found it disgusting, but it made me even wetter instead. I wasn't "one of them," I knew I wasn't - but then why was the bedsheet wet?
"What now? Is it over?" I asked, my voice weak.
Rugburn turned to me, exploding again. "I tell you to talk, bitch? Who told you to talk?" She grabbed me by the throat and thrust me against the cell bars. My body shook as the cold metal rubbed against me. From across the hall, the women whooped and cheered. They had to be getting a fantastic view of my ass.
"I'm sorry!"
That seemed to placate her a little bit, and her grip loosened. She let me take a step away from the bar door. "That's more like it," she said, her breathing slowing. "And no, it ain't over."
The other women laughed.
"What happens now is you need to prove yourself." Rugburn spat her gum through the bars, then started to unbutton her own jumpsuit. Her pale body emerged from underneath, no bra covering her perky breasts or big pink nipples.
I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off her body. Did she want me to go down on her? I couldn't do that. "I'm straight," I mumbled again.
She sneered. "Relax. It ain't even your turn yet," she said, nodding to Malone.
Malone stripped off her own jumpsuit, her body as dark and curvy as Rugburn's was pale and skinny. They both knelt on the cement floor, Malone behind Rugburn.
The women across the hall were watching more intently than ever. Even from where I was standing, I could see their eyes widen as Hendricks pushed her jumpsuit from her waist down to her ankles.
She took her place behind Malone, her nose right up by the black woman's pussy. The three of them were in a row, all up close to each other as if they were going to...
"Now it's your turn," Rugburn said. Malone's tongue was already finding her pussy as, from behind, Hendricks did the same to her. My eyes widened. They really expected me to get down there and do that?
"I can't," I whispered.
"If you don't..." Even naked on her knees on the floor, Rugburn intimidated the crap out of me. Once again I reminded myself that I didn't want to fuck with those women.
All she had said was that I needed to prove myself. Maybe that would just mean that I could lick Hendricks for a minute, and then they would let me go to sleep peacefully.
Slowly, hesitantly, I dropped to my knees. There wasn't much space in the small cell, and my ass was right up against the wall as I took my place at the back of the line of naked women licking each other.
I touched Hendricks' ass, which was even bigger than mine. Was I really going to be able to put my tongue between her thick thighs? I enjoyed getting eaten out well enough, but I didn't even like going down on guys.
As I squeezed the round curve lightly, she gave a soft moan. She didn't pause licking Malone for a second, though. Her tongue worked diligently, working its way up and down Malone's pussy.
Malone was moaning softly herself, but still doing her job on Rugburn. I couldn't see the young white girl's scarred face, but from her groans and the way her ass shook back and forth, I could tell that she was enjoying herself.
I squeezed Hendricks' ass again, a little harder this time. It wasn't so bad touching another woman. I was going to get through this.
"Rugburn, she ain't licking me yet," Hendricks said in the tone of a child tattling to a schoolteacher.
"I'm licking her!" I said, not wanting to see how Rugburn would react to this infraction. Before she could
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