'Eat me…' the woman moaned as she bucked and twisted, bumping her head on the top bunk as she squirmed to open the pussy wider.
Vivian used her fingers and mouth on the pussy in front of her while her own body was being caressed and fondled from the rear by the sexy blonde. She felt the woman's fingers as they lightly peeled apart the tender lips of her pussy and sunk lightly into the bright coral pink of her open snatch.
Vivian stirred as she felt the probing finger withdraw from her quaking pussy. She continued to lick and suck on the Mexican woman's clit. Her own sensuality was deeply aroused now and she was aware of the pleasure she was giving. For the first time in her life she was cognizant of her own sexual ability as a woman, understanding that giving in sex was as important as taking. She understood her new role in life; her deeply hidden inner person was breaking through to the surface.
She was a giver.
The voluptuous blonde slowly drew her fingers over Vivian's searing cunt. It was wet and slippery to her touch. She traced the soft skin from the end of the lips to the crack of her ass and gingerly trailed the tips to the puckering, quivering mouth of the girl's asshole. She pushed inside, slipping two fingers as deeply as she could, making Vivian wriggle and moan.
Vivian worked her mouth harder against the Mexican woman's crotch, lapping with her tongue all around and inside, pumping with her fingers as she allowed herself to enjoy the pumping fingers in her ass.
The saucy Mexican gripped the back of Vivian's head and groaned as she twisted her pussy harder into the girl's mouth. She was heaving heavily, on the verge of a climactic explosion.
'Oh, what a beautiful sucking whore you are!' the Mexican tart yelled. 'What a magnificent tongue you have…' she crooned as she rushed toward her peak.
The statuesque blonde continued to ream her fingers in and out of Vivian's asshole while she rubbed her clit with her other hand. She enjoyed watching the girl's hips chum rhythmically as she struggled to reach a climax. The way her soft flesh yielded to her hands was exciting.
Vivian began to tremble as she buried her face as deeply as she could into the other woman's crotch. She found a drastic difference in the soft hands and bellies of women and the ramming cocks of men. Even her lover, Max, had often just rammed away at her pussy without thinking of her own needs. She blew her breath hotly into the gaping pussy she was mouthing as the explosive suddenness of a climax rocked her whole body.
The little Mexican murmured under the panting flow of breath as the waves of her orgasm consumed her. She locked her fingers in Vivian's long blonde hair, lifting her cunt to the burning lips.
'Ohhh, my little whore… You fuck so good!' she gasped.
Yes, I am a whore, Vivian thought as she allowed herself to be fully satisfied by the climax. I'm a whore because of my father! All the men of the world seemed evil, out to increase their power over others. Her father, her lover, and the men who had raped her only had one thing on their minds, and that was their own climax.
'What about me?' the lush blonde asked, looking at the two panting women. 'Don't I get a chance to come? I paid my money for this, you young jailhouse whore!'
Vivian turned without another word and kissed and licked on the blonde woman's pussy until she came on her mouth while the catty Mexican woman sucked her from behind. This time her morals were cast totally aside and she reveled in the hot bathing liquid that seeped onto her face. I've really become a whore, Vivian thought, and I like it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vivian sat on the edge of her bunk, dressed in the ill-fitting clothing that she had received from the matron upon her commitment to the Carcel Preventiva. She was alone once again; breakfast was over and the other prisoners were allowed to go about the daily routine of the institution while she was locked in her cell. Rosita had told her that she would be taken to the doctor's for an examination and then be assigned a job.
The results of her experiences with the three women the previous evening was still the cause of some personal bewilderment. The length and quality of her orgasms left her wondering if she really wasn't a whore or a lesbian.
The memory of her pleasant life with her family and Max was now clouded by the salient truth of her own father's lack of moral principles. The men and women who had abused and degraded her weren't her enemies because of anything she had done, but were her father's adversaries and the products of a system that men like her father promoted for their own selfish gains. She was the victim of circumstances beyond her control, making it easy to direct her anger and frustration at the man whom she had so recently held in such high esteem. Joseph Long, her father, was a greedy pig and someday he would suffer for the things he had done to innocent people and the disgrace he had caused his only daughter.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to love Max again? she asked herself. The thought of his warm tender approach to love stimulated Vivian; her pussy began to twitch as she remembered the way he had fondled and stroked her whenever they were in bed together. But now, the results of her sexual encounters with so many people in such a short length of time added a new dimension to the relationship. She had found out that her body was able to produce a level of response that she had never experienced with Max. The stimulation she derived from some of the things she had always thought to be perverse left her gasping in the clutches of sexual bliss.
Will Max understand the changes I've been through? she thought, frightened by the prospect of losing him because of her rape and her newly discovered sexuality. The idea that she would ever be able to make love to a woman had never crossed her mind, yet when it had happened, she had been able to respond and had reached several climaxes. The more she thought about what had happened to her and what the results had been, the more confused she became. Things were happening to her so quickly that she had little time to digest them fully.
Vivian lay down and stretched her body the full length of the bunk. She closed her eyes and tried to sort the jumble of her thoughts. She needed to concentrate on her present problems and push all the speculation aside.
The most important thing was to find some way out of this prison and the charges of smuggling. The prospect of spending nine years in a dreary, drafty concrete fortress was more frightening than all the abuse she had been made to endure. The idea of eating the bad food and having her life regulated down to the finest points was more than depressing – it was terrifying.
Vivian felt the tears of self-pity building and fought to hold them back. She knew she was going to have to learn to be strong if she were to survive. Without thinking, she slowly let her hands caress the softness of her own tits, making the nipples taut as her fingers pinched and pulled on the sensitive tips.
'Oh!' she gasped, feeling her womanly wants as they surged through her tender jugs. All the pent-up frustrations of her predicament were begging for a release, and her subconscious was allowing her to ease them. Her hands were the instruments!
Stop this! she begged herself with what was left of the innocent young girl of yesterday. All the formal education and hours spent on culture plus her deep religious training were suffering, but doing nothing to ease the hurt her mind and body were undergoing. Compared to the gentle touch of her own fingers as they lingered, lightly stroking away the humiliation, her early training didn't stand a chance.
Vivian remembered the way the first two men had degraded her, making her suck their cocks, coming all over her face. She remembered the four men with the electric cattle prod and how they had used every part of her body – mouth, pussy and asshole. She remembered the jolt of the prod on her sperm-splattered butthole and trembled; all the time she continued to lightly manipulate her tits, growing more and more excited as her body tried to strain to the same explosive heights it had reached when those pounding cocks had slammed into her.
What would my Max think if he could see me now? she thought, comparing his own innocent sex life to her current base experiences. She was suddenly certain that she would never be able to gain satisfaction from Max again.
Vivian allowed her hands to trail down her body, feeling the fingers through the coarseness of her shirt and jeans as they drew nearer her burning crotch.
I've turned into a wanton little slut, she thought as she completely dismissed the last vestige of resistance
