Birds Of West County Jail: Interracial Group Lesbian Erotica

by Bebe Lix

  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 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 even turn her head, I had nudged my way between Hendricks' ass cheeks and found her wet pussy with my tongue.

  It wasn't so bad at all to do this. I didn't mind the way Hendricks moaned as I tongued my way around her pussy. Actually, I didn't mind it at all.

  "How's our fresh meat doing?" Rugburn called back, her breathing heavy.

  "She ain't bad," Hendricks said. "Not half bad."

  "Don't stop licking me," Malone moaned, the frustration in her voice evident.

  "Don't you stop licking me," Rugburn rasped.

  Although I didn't dare to stop what I was doing to Hendricks, I couldn't help but smile at hearing myself described as "not bad." For a first-timer, I thought I was doing pretty well.

  Hendricks' big tanned ass jiggled in my face as I continued to explore her pussy, tasting her juices. When guys went down on me, though, I liked them to lick my clit. I nosed around further, trying to find Hendricks' clit among her wet folds. When she gasped and her body shook, I knew I was in the right place.

  "What's she doing?" Rugburn asked from somewhere up ahead. I couldn't see her anymore, couldn't see anything farther than Hendricks' pussy and ass in my face.

  "She's learning," Hendricks breathed.

  Malone was quiet except for her soft moans. She seemed to be doing a good job on Rugburn in front of her.

  As for me, my pussy just kept getting wetter and wetter. I almost wanted to touch myself, but didn't want Rugburn to get mad at me again.

  Then again, she didn't seem to be in the mood to get mad anymore.

  I brought my hand between my legs, finally laying one finger to my throbbing clit. Still licking Hendricks' own hard little nub, I began to rub my own. Soon I was making muffled noises along with the rest of them.

  Hen
dricks shifted and I could tell that she was placing some of her fingers into Malone's pussy. That was a good idea; I should have thought of it myself. With my free hand, I put one finger into her own wet hole. Her little gasp encouraged me to put in a second one.

  I worked my own clit harder, more turned on than ever. It didn't mean anything if I was aroused by these women. It just meant there were no men around. Even while fingering and licking Hendricks, I was still as straight as ever.

  Rugburn groaned loudly. "Is she going to come?" Hendricks asked Malone.

  Malone didn't stop what she was doing long enough to answer. "There's no way she's going to," Hendricks said as if to herself. She turned to look at me. "You know why they call her Rugburn?"

  "No, why?" I kept my fingers deep inside her as I spoke.

  "Because she makes girls eat her so long they get rugburn."

  With that she turned to face forward again, sticking her face between Malone's ass cheeks. It didn't make sense, though. If Rugburn took so long to come, why was she on the verge of it before any of the rest of us?

  I had to ask. "Why isn't she taking that long tonight, Hendricks?"

  Hendricks laughed softly. "It's not every day we get fresh meat," she said. "Especially hot young white meat."

  Heat rushed to my cheeks. It had seemed like Rugburn hated me - I hadn't thought she was turned on by me.

  A sudden bravery came over me. "You know, this isn't the most efficient way of doing this," I said. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I began to regret them. But I couldn't seem to stop myself from talking. "We should really be in a circle. You know, like a daisy chain."

  Rugburn was nearly panting as she turned her head and snapped at me. "A circle? What, so I could eat you out?" Her pale skin was flushed. "Bitch. You lick Hendricks, Hendricks licks Malone, Malone licks me. That's how it goes around here."

  I rubbed my clit harder, trying not to let her scare me. "It just seemed like maybe you wanted to lick me."

  There was a long moment of silence. Normally Hendricks or Malone would have laughed if I had said something wrong like that, but at this point the tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

  Finally Rugburn herself laughed. "That's the first time the fresh meat of West County Jail ever said something like that. You got some balls, girl."

  She hadn't called me "bitch" this time. That was a good sign.

  "Yeah, bring your ass over here," she said.

  Hendricks and Malone seemed to be trying to control their surprise as I crawled over to Rugburn and knelt with my ass right in her face. They readjusted themselves so that I could still go down on Hendricks. Across the hall, the other women watched us hungrily.

  Considering that I hadn't even wanted to touch a woman an hour ago, I couldn't believe how badly I wanted Rugburn to touch me.

  I knelt, putting two fingers back in Hendricks as I felt Rugburn's tongue slide over my pussy. I had never been licked from behind before, on my knees. Her soft breath caressed my ass and thighs between licks. It felt a million times better than my fingers, and definitely better than anything any man had ever done to me.

  Sucking in a soft gasp, I returned my own tongue to Hendricks' pussy. Now I was a little bit distracted with what Rugburn was doing to me. It took more effort to keep pleasuring Hendricks the way that I had been. How did these women do it?

  Practice, probably. Lots of practice.

  I might be okay with that.

  My body shook as Rugburn licked up and down my folds, finishing by finding my clit and staying there. I had already brought myself close to the edge with my hand, and now I had a good chance of coming even before Rugburn herself.

  "Fuck," I moaned. I could hardly keep my head straight enough to stay on my knees without collapsing. It was more and more difficult to keep pleasuring Hendricks at all.

  Her soft laugh from ahead of me reassured me. "It's all right, there, Daisy. You do what you need to do."

  "What did you call me?" I breathed.

  "Daisy," Hendricks said. "Like Daisy Chain."

  I breathed in quickly. I could handle that for a nickname.

  Rugburn's mouth was all over me, her fingers deep inside me. "She's going to come," she said to the others.

  My body twisted, the tension building up in me. I dropped my head, forgetting about Hendricks for the moment as I let it build higher and still higher.

  Rugburn's lips wrapped around my clit and sucked, and just like that, all of the tension released. My screams probably woke up half the jail.

  I kept coming, my body shaking as Rugburn continued to work her magic on me until I couldn't come anymore.

  I brought my head up slowly to see all three of them staring at me. It wasn't the same way they had stared at me when I arrived, though. There was no malice in their eyes, no animosity - just arousal.

  Seeing them looking at me was making me too nervous, so I did the only thing I could think of - put my head back between Hendricks' curvy ass cheeks and picked up where I had left off. Moaning softly, she slipped two fingers inside Malone, who then began to go down on Rugburn again.

  She wasn't going to be getting "rugburn" tonight, though. The scarred white girl was the next one to buck and shake, her orgasm coming over her with a guttural howl.

  A second later, Malone was breathing heavily as Hendricks fingered her harder and faster. After Hendricks thrust deeply into her for a few minutes, she collapsed onto the hard floor, still breathing in short, ragged bursts.

  Now it was just on me to make Hendricks come. I wasn't sure if she was close. She had said earlier that I wasn't bad, though. Well, she had seemed to like it when I had licked her clit itself. Bringing my tongue down there again, I caressed her hard nub up, down, and sideways, getting in as close to it as I could.

  Hendricks moaned loudly. "Yes," she panted. I couldn't believe how much I wanted to get her off, this other woman. I had never even considered doing something like this, yet now it seemed like a matter of life or death for her to have this orgasm.

  With two fingers inside her, I stroked her inner walls as I licked her clit faster and faster. Her body shook, her ass jiggling in my face. She was almost there now.

  "Check out Daisy," Rugburn commented.

  My new nickname was catching on. I would have smiled, but my mouth was too busy between Hendricks' thighs.

  Her ass quivered. She was there. She was there! With a loud gasp, she began to come. I licked her harder, not stopping until her body stopped shaking.

  I had made a woman come.

  Once her tremors had stopped, she let herself fall face-first onto the floor. Her big, perfect ass stuck straight up into the air, and I resisted the urge to run my hands along it. I was straight, after all.

  Rugburn and Malone were sitting up now. Malone winked at the women who still watched us from the other cell, now drawing back reluctantly from the bars. If either of my cellmates had had to "prove themself" at that moment, I was sure they would have passed. The cement floor underneath them had to be dripping wet.

  "So, Daisy," Malone said casually, giving me that cheerful look that she did so well. The way she acted, it was as if we hadn't just had a lesbian orgy on the floor of the prison cell. "How are you liking being a prisoner here at West County Jail?"

  Thoughts flew through my mind. How could I respond to that? The things that had happened tonight didn't even make sense to me. I couldn't even think through what had just happened.

  I hadn't made any friends, I hadn't made any enemies, but I did seem to have made three lovers. And I was willing to see what would happen the next night and the next, even when there was no longer any fresh meat around.

  This much I knew for sure. "I think I'm going to be all right here," I said.

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  Daisy - short for Daisy Chain - is sl
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  Hearts and careers are at risk as Daisy pursues the object of her desires - and her violent ex-lover isn't helping...

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