****** A Night in Jail - Part I by Chitra ******
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A Night in Jail - Part I


My father worked for fifteen years as a guard at Stonybrook State Penitentiary,
a small federal penal facility about seventy miles outside of Galveston, TX.
Stonybrook was small because it was specialized, catering only to the
criminally insane. The government, in its wisdom, had decreed that a smaller
facility might be safer, both for the inmates and the staff.

Daddy worked the graveyard shift, from midnight to 8AM. I almost never saw him.
He'd come home right as I was leaving to walk to school. And when I got home in
the afternoons, mom would tell us to hush and be real quiet, because Daddy was
sleeping.

When I was about ten years old, I began to develop physically. I was a very
early bloomer, with lush little breasts and full hips by the age of twelve. And
by thirteen, I was a sex-obsessed little maniac. And yet my hometown of
Grigsby, TX, was a classic small Texan town, with a total population of just
four thousand people (not counting the two hundred permanent residents of
Stonybrook, which lay just outside the city limits). In Grigsby, everyone knew
everyone else's business. And while I entertained many fantasies of things I
wanted to do with the boys from school - or the men from town - I didn't dare,
for fear of earning myself a reputation... and severe beatings from my parents.

Despite these fears, I managed to have a few experiences before I turned
fourteen. Most of them involved dark places like the alley behind Lytton's Bar
on Elm Street, where I got down on my knees and sucked Ralph Gruenwald's
wrinkly old penis until he shot his load down my throat. Or the upstairs boy's
bathroom at the middle school, where I did the same thing for Charlie Lewiston,
several years younger than I, who moaned and fainted when he came in my mouth.
I considered those two incidents safe - because who would believe sixty-year-
old Ralph or twelve-year-old Charlie that I had sucked them off? Well. They
might believe each other, but...

Still, I was achingly horny, and desperately wanted to be able to indulge my
libido and fuck men with abandon. But no opportunities were presenting
themselves, and I had to remain content with my little fingers rubbing
feverishly between my thighs each night.

One night, I was fast asleep in my bed, probably dreaming naughty dreams, when
my mother's annoying strident voice woke me. Groggily, I glanced at my alarm
clock. It was 4:03AM. My mom stood by my bed in her nightgown, my father's
lunch pail in her hand.

"Your pa forgot his lunch. He called and asked for it. You go on and take it to
him at the prison."

"Awww, mom," I wailed in protest. But she bitched at me until I rolled out of
bed, pulled on a t-shirt and shorts (and no bra) and agreed to do as she
commanded.

I rode my bike down quiet streets. The only sounds I could hear were
cricketsong and the faint and distant hum of the power station out at El
Embarcadero.

The penitentiary loomed up out of the darkness ahead of me. It just looked like
a big cinderblock apartment house - it was pretty easy to pretend that that's
all it was, but I knew better.

Inside, I squinted against the bright fluorescent light. Floyd Remington sat
idly at the front desk, keeping an eye on his security cameras. He was one of
my dad's friends; when he saw me, he grinned and pointed at the stairs. "Go on
up. Your daddy's at the station on the fourth floor."

At the fourth floor stairwell was a heavy metal door. I pushed it open and
stepped out into a long, fairly dark corridor... which was lined on either side
by rows of barred cells like I'd seen in movies plenty of times, but never up
close. The hall was quiet. Down at the far end I could see a light - from the
guard station, I figured.

I was right. I gave my dad his lunch without incident, and turned to go,
heading down the stairs again.

And that's when I got an idea.

Instead of heading right out, I slipped down to the third floor, which I knew
from the sign on the door was where the non-violent residents were kept. And
there was no guard station here, and only a few cells. The rest of the floor
seemed to be rooms - and when I peered in the windows, I saw two cots in each
room, men in the cots. In one room, I saw one man gently sodomizing another.
This turned me on.

I went to peer into the cells. In the first one, I saw a huge hairy-looking
man, dirty, whose body odor was strong enough that I could smell him from ten
feet away. He lay on his side on his bunk.

I whispered, "Hey, you."

He came awake instantly, sitting up. He had ice-blue eyes, and he stared at me,
this curvaceous young teen standing there so close to the bars of his cell.

Slowly, I pushed my shorts down my hips, and my panties as well. Then I pulled
my shirt off over my head, and left my clothing pooled on the floor. I turned
around, bent over, and pressed my ass against the bars, baring my hot, tender,
pink little pussy to him.

Wordlessly, he bounded up off his cot. He simply pushed his pajama bottoms down
enough to expose his massive, filthy penis, which was already rock hard. I
closed my eyes and bowed my head as I felt his huge rough hands grip my hips. I
felt the blunt tip of his cock prod and probe at my soft slit, until he found
my wet little opening.

He made no sound as he began shoving his cock into my slick virginal opening. I
bit my lip against the pain and the pressure as he managed to lodge the huge
head of his prick in my cunt. He held my hips steady and began shoving forward,
in short, vicious movements with his hips, each movement sliding his prick
further up my tight passage. He didn't pause when he felt my hymen against the
tip of his prick; he just breathed in sharply and suddenly lunged forward,
hilting his cock in my weeping pussy.

My cunt was on fire, ablaze with lust and agony as the man pounded his rigid
cock in and out of me. I could feel his hard shaft press deep up into my body
with every thrust, could feel him reach my cervix each time he bottomed out -
which hurt, but he seemed to relish it, and he would hold my hips hard against
his groin, and rotate his hips, rubbing his fat cockhead against my cervix.

Still without making a sound, he pressed his cock hard and deep into my
trembling cunt, and released a hot gush of sperm into me, and then another, and
another. And then he was finished - and I still had not come, and he pulled his
prick out of my pussy, turned, and went back to bed and lay down.

I straightened slowly, and looked down at myself. The blood of my lost
virginity had lightly speckled my thighs, but my tight little cunt had seemed
to almost swell closed, holding the prisoner's thick semen inside. And I still
needed to cum.

I realized I had a hallway full of potential fuck-partners.

I began to grin.

I went to the first door on my right, and quietly turned the handle, half-
fearing it would be locked. It wasn't, but I suspected that it would lock
behind me and trap me inside, so I propped the door open with one of my
sneakers, and slipped into the room.

The inmates in the room had woken at the sound of the door opening. One was a
rather tubby little fellow with very pale skin; his roommate was obviously of
Chicano heritage, with olive skin and dark hair and eyes, probably in his early
twenties, muscular yet slender. I smiled coyly at them both, and held my finger
to my lips to indicate silence. The two inmates lay still in their beds,
watching me impassively.

I went to the Chicano first. Wordlessly, he slid over and held the covers aside
so I could slip into bed with him. He was nude - I noted that his half-hard
prick was not as thick as the one that had just pounded me, but it was longer.

I lay down on my back beside him, and slid my legs open, smiling up at him as
he leaned up on one elbow and gazed down at me. Silently, he reached out one
slender-fingered hand and gently felt my breasts, cupping each in his palm,
rubbing at my hard little nipples. Then he slid his hand down my torso,
caressing my lithe body before his hand came to rest over my cunt. His fingers
lightly sifted through my damp curly blonde pubic hair, and then found my puffy
swollen labia. I felt him open me with his fingers, and saw his eyes widen as
slime seeped out of my slit and coated his fingertips.

He raised his hand to his nose, and sniffed at the mixture for a moment, licked
it lightly, then returned his hand to me. With excitement, I thought he might
finger-fuck me for a while. But he didn't. He only used his fingers to pry my
cuntlips open, and then he nudged my legs further apart, and mounted me. Easily
he slid his shaft into my slimy hole, bracing himself on his hands to either
side of me, pushing with his hips to pierce me with his long cock.

I closed my eyes and shuddered in delight when I felt his pubic bone press
gently against my mound, when his coarse pubic hair meshed with mine and
tickled my tender pussylips.

The feel of his turgid, long member impaling my soft overheated cunt caused me
to cum, right then and there. Trembling violently, I bit my lip as my tight
sheath clamped down on his prick in sharp spasms. Above me, I felt his body
stiffen - and then I felt his hot cum gushing deep inside of me, his cock
jerking within me a few times.

The whole thing took less than a minute. And when I looked over at the other
bed, as the Chicano pulled his rod from my cunt and rolled over on his side to
go back to sleep, I saw the fat pale little man lying on his back, his head
turned to watch us intently.

I didn't really want to fuck the little fat man, but I decided I had to for
fear of him raising a racket if I left without servicing him.

I slipped out of the Chicano's bed, walked to the fat man's bed, and pulled the
covers aside. He simply lay there watching me. As I pulled the covers back, I
saw that he had a surprisingly thick and long cock, and it was erect, pointing
straight up at me. With a smile, I clambered onto the bed, having to spread my
legs wide apart to straddle the fat man's hips.

Doing so stretched my cuntlips apart slightly. Hot cum streaked with blood
drooled out of my slit onto the tip of the fat man's member. He closed his eyes
and moaned softly. I began lowering myself onto him, pausing when I felt the
hot blunt tip of his cock against my raw, swollen cuntlips. I rubbed my soft
cunt slowly back and forth against the tip of his rod, sighing at the
sensation. Just as I leaned forward a little to let the fat head of his shaft
press against my wet hole, the man beneath me groaned, and I was surprised to
feel his twitching cockhead spurting his juice against my tiny opening.

I lightly patted his shoulder, thinking to myself how easy that was, and then I
rose up off of him and, without looking back, I slipped out of their room,
removing my sneaker so that the door closed behind me.

I would have liked to stay longer and fuck more of the criminally insane, but I
realized that Floyd down in the guard station would be expecting me to walk
back out pretty soon. And though barely ten minutes had elapsed since I entered
the prison, I knew that was about six minutes too long.

Reluctantly, I dressed again, and headed back down the stairs, silently hoping
Floyd wouldn't notice the hot scents of recently fucked girl and hot man-semen
that rose up off of me like steam.

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