Rosita felt Vivian's lips on her thighs, moist and warm, setting her on fire. She felt fingers spreading the lips of her own pussy. Vivian was about to make love back to her. All the shameful things that had happened to her were driving the girl to lick Rosita's tender twat; she needed to return the love she was receiving.
Vivian gasped as she looked at the naked beauty of her lover's cunt. All the things she had heard in jokes at parties and in school about what she was starting to do came flashing back to her in an instant of startling reality: queer, dyke, butch, lesbian. Her mind was full of images that had lived in the back of her subconscious; all of them had been evil and slimy. She looked into the mouth of Rosita's naked cunt and saw it twitching with need. She was amazed at the size of the woman's clit as it throbbed in front of her eyes. She saw the curve of her belly, the oily pinkness of her inner pussy as the older woman lifted enough to allow Vivian to get comfortable.
Vivian saw it all; the woman was showing her love after her ordeal at the hands of the rapists. Thinking about her arrest made her cry out, and she flung her arms around the flaring hips and taut asscheeks that were over her face. She buried her mouth against them just like Rosita was doing for her.
She kissed wildly at the soft flesh and tender cuntlips. She enjoyed the soft moistness against her face. She shot her tongue in and out of the warm gash and nibbled with her mouth, forgetting all the images of fear and dirt that her education and life-style had so deliberately left her with. She didn't know if this made her a lesbian or not and she didn't care; to her it had become just an expression of her need for love.
Emotion pushed harder at Vivian and made it impossible to think or reason. Her mind and body merged into one, making it difficult to distinguish between love and sex. Her body was on fire and a woman was in her arms, softly soothing the hurt she felt. This was all that mattered for the moment. The rest of the world could judge her when it was over. Right now Rosita was sucking lightly on her clit and that was reason enough to be excited.
Tender hot thighs wrapped around Vivian's neck. Hot pussy juice trickled on her cheeks. The soft down of Rosita's twat brushed back and forth across her mouth. She couldn't keep her tongue from darting in and out of the moist gash.
Rosita's mouth was working hotly on Vivian, her tongue working in and out of her tight little cunt. Oh, my God! she thought. They even fucked her in the ass. She let her tongue wander down the crack of Vivian's sweet firm ass and tenderly lick the puckered butthole.
Vivian shuddered under the soft licking tongue as it probed in and out of her sore hung.
Rosita again thrust her mouth over the girl's steamy cunt in search of the tingling flavor she had tasted before. She wanted to give more than she was receiving. She continued to lick and suck Vivian's pussy and clit. She found she couldn't control the wiggling of her own ass as it twisted and turned, heaving her hips under the probing and parting of her puffy cuntlips by the girl's fingers and tongue.
She groaned deep in her throat as she found herself grinding her firm tits into Vivian's flat belly. She pushed her mouth flat against the girl's gushing slit and waggled her tongue in and out of the slippery hole. She felt the cunt muscles tighten and release as Vivian's pussy began to flutter and release hot sticky juice.
'Rosita… I'm coming… I'm coming!' Vivian screamed as she exploded in a violent climax.
'So am I… Ohhh… Ahhh…' Rosita whimpered as her own orgasm rushed over her body.
A moan rushed from Vivian, muffled in the dampness of her cellmate's cunt. Her hands gripped Rosita's ass tightly as the waves of her orgasm became more intense. Her body trembled violently, and she moaned again and again, turning her head to the side and letting the room tumble about her.
Rosita felt the girl's mouth move back to her own pussy and suck and squeeze at the tenderness of her swollen clit. She squeezed her thighs tighter around Vivian's neck and mashed her warm snatch against her lips again and again. She felt the tongue sliding in and out of the warm soft slit and moaned with pleasure as her own climax made her body tremble and her pussy drip.
Both women lay still for a moment and enjoyed the afterglow of their long, passionate release. Each for an instant forgot the gloomy reality of the prison.
Rosita was the first to stir, rolling off the girl and standing, her lovely naked body grateful for the release.
Vivian watched as the woman dressed, feeling guilt and shame. The act she had just completed of her own volition had been one of perverted love and she had liked it. She knew that something was amiss about the reality of life and the way she had been raised. She needed to talk to someone about it, and maybe Rosita was that person.
Rosita wiggled her pert ass as she finished fucking in her blouse and looked over at the naked girl.
'You're one hot little whore,' she said as she walked to the toilet near the bunk and sat down.
Maybe I am a whore, Vivian thought as she pulled her long legs up to her tits and sat looking at the woman whose pussy she had just sucked. Maybe that's my true calling. The way my body responds to sex makes me really wonder.
'You had better get dressed, honey. This is a jail and the matrons get up-tight easy.' Rosita's words were meant as a sincere warning; she didn't want to get separated from her newly acquired lover too quickly. After all, Vivian was a valuable possession.
Vivian still remained silent as she stood and dressed. She was uncertain of what to do or what to think; what would Rosita expect from her now? Her fear had subsided only for an instant and now she was paranoid again.
Rosita watched as the girl pulled her baggy pants over her lean, firm body, and buttoned the shirt that was too large to show off her lovely tits. She was horny for the girl already and they had just finished sucking each other's cunts to tremendous orgasms.
'You were talking up a storm before our little fuck,' she said, trying to get Vivian to talk to her.
'I'm scared. I'm scared…' Vivian said as she broke into tears. She was tormented by all the things that had happened to her and the doubts she had about her father's willingness to help her.
'You can talk to me,' Rosita said softly to the girl. The more she knew about her, the easier it would be to use her. Rosita had learned early in her life of crime and sex that to have someone's confidence was often more valuable than having a gun when you wanted something from that person.
Vivian rejoiced at the sound of Rosita's words. Maybe this woman would befriend her. She was totally unaware of any preplanned scheme on the part of her cellmate.
'I'm so confused,' she began. 'The first thing that happened to me when I got off the plane was my arrest. These two men accused me of smuggling cocaine in the customs office, then took me to a back room.'
Rosita listened to Vivian's story as she took a cigarette from a pack in her pocket and offered one to the girl, all without interrupting her words.
'They fucked me and made me drink tequila until I signed a confession!' Vivian blurted out, accepting the cigarette even though she didn't smoke. This was the first gesture of kindness she had received from anyone and she didn't want to turn it down.
'After that I must have passed out.' Vivian paused, taking a light from Rosita. The cigarette smoke tasted strange, but was still pleasant. Just the fact that someone was listening to her was pleasant. She needed a friend desperately.
'I woke up in a dark cell, naked. A light suddenly came on and four men entered.' Vivian shuddered as she forced herself to recall exactly what had happened. 'One of them was holding a cattle prod.' She began to sob.
'It's all right,' Rosita whispered as she moved onto the bed next to the girl. She ran her free hand softly over the girl's hair and neck. 'It will do you good to tell me… Talking to someone always helps.'
'They raped me and tortured me with the cattle prod,' Vivian said as soon as she had the sobbing under control. She liked the soft touch of Rosita's hand on her skin; it made it easier to tell.
'One of the men, an American, told me my father had put his wife in prison for a crime she never committed.' Vivian took a long drag on her cigarette and tried to keep from thinking of her father. What kind of man would put an innocent woman in prison to feed his own political ambitions?
'Your father is really a United States Senator?' Rosita asked, trying to keep calm. If it were true that this girl was from a rich family, she had in all probability never made love to another woman before.
'Yes, my father is Joseph Long, Senator from the great State of Texas.' The words sounded alien to Vivian as she spoke them. The doubts she felt about her father were gnawing at her love and respect for the way of life she had been raised to live.
'Have you ever made love to a woman before?' Rosita asked. She wanted to know if she were really the
