Chapter 28 - Arlene Part 7
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Section 6 - Visiting Day
Finally, I felt like I was getting somewhere. Kurt had arranged for me to join
the Pagans at the next general meeting of the club. I suppose helping to dispose
of the Petrillos earned me the necessary level of trust. Legally, I couldn't
figure out whether I had committed murder in the first degree or was merely an
accessory. Criminal law is damn hard to understand.
The Pagans were holding an all New England meeting in Laconia, NH. That's a
small town about fifty miles north of Manchester up I-93. Laconia for reasons
unknown to me is the favorite hangout and resort for New England bikers. It's a
ski town during the winter and a biker town the rest of the year. I hadn't
known about the meeting until the week before when Kurt asked me if I wanted to
go. It was my usual one-way conversation with Kurt. We were at The Sidecar.
"There's a meeting next week. We're taking in new female members. You want
your patch?"
"You know I want to join, where is the meeting?" From listening to other
Pagans talk about prior initiations of female members I was aware that I had
just readily agreed to a prolonged gang bang, bestiality, and other perversions
that would be captured on hundreds of camcorders.
"None of your business."
"How do I get there then?"
"Meet me here Friday night and you can ride up with us."
"All right, when do we get back?"
"Questions, questions, Sunday morning."
That conversation took place early Friday evening. Kurt and I were still at
the stage where we preferred to spend most of our time in bed totally fucked up
on drugs. We left The Sidecar early and drove to Kurt's condo where we got down
to serious screwing.
Kurt and I stayed in bed from Friday night until Saturday afternoon. Heaven
knows how much crank we had consumed. Crystal meth is a dangerous habit forming
drug that rots your internal organs and turns your brain to mush. That's why the
Pagans like it so much.
We'd been fucking for hours. My mouth felt raw from sucking Kurt's cock and
rimming his asshole. My lips were brown, smeared with my lover's shit. My other
two holes weren't in much better shape. There's no stopping when you're on
crank. You fuck until you cum then right away you do it again. Kurt's balls were
totally empty. Every ounce of semen he was capable of producing was somewhere
inside my body. I might also add that Kurt had forestalled the need to visit the
john by inviting me to drain his bladder. For the last eighteen hours I was on a
diet of crank and beer piss. I was totally fucked up and out of control.
Crystal Meth is an insidious drug in the sense that once you start something
you will not stop until your body shuts down or you die or you run out of
Crystal. If you were a housewife you'd vacuum until the rug went bald or you'd
stay up all night making school lunches for the next eighteen months. And if
you're into fucking, you just keep sucking and fucking that cock until you are
too exhausted to move. That weekend I fucked Kurt until my pussy and ass were
raw and bleeding.
I was on top of Kurt riding his cock when his brother Serge walked in without
knocking. The fact that we were engaged in sex didn't slow Serge down one bit.
He was drinking a beer and had something on his mind. Serge was if possible at
times even less communicative than his older brother. I'd only been with the
Pagans about three months but I was starting to understand how their collective
minds worked. The first commandment was to say as little as possible. It was
also true that the thought that his brother might like a little privacy while he
was boning his current girl was totally alien.
There I was covered in sweat, semen, piss, hair filthy and matted down,
ridding up and down Kurt's big cock while he pinched my nipples so hard that I
would have been screaming if I wasn't so far gone on crank that I couldn't feel
pain. I looked and smelled like a crack whore.
"What'd you need, bro?" asked Kurt matter of factly.
"Terry's making a gang bang video with Lisa and he needs some fluffers. Can we
borrow Arlene?"
Of course, no one asked me if I was interested in participating in the
production of a pornographic video.
"Sure, How many is Lisa going to fuck?"
"I've lined up seventy five but they'll tell others. Terry hopes for a
hundred. Want to help me out?"
"Sure, where is it?"
"Terry's garage."
"All right, we'll get cleaned up and come over. I'll even fuck Lisa for you."
"Great, Terry and I appreciate it."
"I need a favor in return."
"Sure, what."
"Come here and help me fuck Arlene. Her pussy's gotten too loose. Put your
cock in to tighten her up."
I was too stoned to care that Serge's cock was going to be used as a bushing
to constrict my vagina so Kurt could cum. Next thing I knew, Serge was standing
on the bed while I sucked his cock. Kurt was still inside me and I was
mindlessly pumping my sweat-covered body against his. After Serge got hard. He
got behind me and slowly worked his cock into my pussy right beside his
brothers. That was the first time I ever had two cocks inside my pussy. They
were both in the eight-inch category and I felt extended out to the point where
you feel like something's going to rip. Serge stuck a couple of fingers in my
ass just to maximize my discomfort.
"You really got her loosened up, bro," commented Serge as he slammed into me.
I had to admit that having two cocks inside my twat was a novelty. I wondered if
three was anatomically possible, maybe at Cirque de Soleil. Thankfully, after
not a long time and a lot of pussy squeezing for encouragement, both brothers
unloaded inside me. I fell off Kurt too exhausted to move.
"Man, you really fucked her. She looks like shit," said Serge evaluating my
condition.
"Help me get her in the shower, " said Kurt.
Later, I was in the shower with the two brothers soaping up their dicks when
the conversation turned back to my becoming a Pagan.
"You do a good job as a fluffer and we'll make you an official Pagan girl next
weekend," said Kurt was I lathered up his cock.
"I'll do my best, but what is a 'fluffer'?" There were always new things to
learn when you're around the Pagans. It's amazing what they added to my life
experiences in just a few short months.
"Oh, you stay off camera and suck the guys in line to fuck Lisa. You work on
each one till he's about ready to cum, and then he climbs on Lisa, screws her
for thirty seconds and shoots. That's how gangbang videos are made. Otherwise
it'd take fucking forever and Lisa's holes would wear out." Serge provided this
useful information.
"All right, but seventy five is a lot of cock to suck. My jaw will fall off."
"Dummy, there'll be several other fluffers." During my time with Kurt, my
official title was "Dummy".
So I stayed on my knees at Terry's Automotive Body Shop for a good four hours
while me and six other Pagan girls worked a long line of men. We sucked them
hard, sometimes let them fuck us in whatever hole hurt least at the moment and
brought them to a point where they were just about to shoot. Immediately, they
would climb on this cute little blonde who looked to be about sixteen years old.
Lisa was very pretty, no, that's an understatement she was beautiful. She had
this very sweet, almost angelic looking face with a flawless complexion. I
gather her innocent good looks and young girl body were part of the turn on. She
had tiny little boobs, the opposite of what you would expect. However, I quickly
understood the appeal to the male psyche. It was as if the defilement of
something uncorrupted in appearance made the guys hard. Why else would the
Pagans think the ultimate turn on was to rape somebody's pre-teen virgin
daughter while Mom and Dad watched. Later I was to experience the desire to
defile the innocent myself.
Most of the time there were three men fucking Lisa, one in each hole. When
they climaxed, the camera would go in for a close up as one or more of three
shot cum over whatever body part the director choose. The last ten or so shot on
her face until it was covered in a thick coating of semen, yummy. The video
ended with Lisa swiping her tongue over her lips and using her finger to push
cum into her mouth. There was a racecar parked beside the dirty mattress lying
on the garage floor where Lisa took on the one hundred and twenty-five gang
bangers. The video was titled 'Nascar Gangbang No. 12', obviously part of a
series.
As we girls were washing off in the ladies room, I discussed with Lisa her
budding career as a porn star.
"You were fabulous, you look younger than eighteen?" I queried just to start
off the conversation. Lisa had one leg on the floor and the other on top of a
basin as she douched out her pussy. I was seated on the commode with the stall
door open cleaning myself out with a squeeze bottle of Summers Eve. Being
willing to talk casually with other women while washing cum out of my box
reflected how the weeks of being with the Pagans had changed me. I had
absolutely nothing left in the way of personal modesty. None of the other
fluffers did either. Doris was taking a noisy shit in the next stall and hadn't
bothered to close the door. Doris had a big fleshy butt and had done mostly
anal. She had just finished telling everyone how she got the shits after being
gang fucked in the ass.
"I'm only fifteen but Terry's got all the paperwork that says I turned
eighteen last March," said Lisa.
"One hundred guys is a lot of wear and tear on your parts, how do you feel?"
"Sore as a boil. Is my ass still bleeding?" Lisa bent over so I could look up
her asshole while she pulled her cheeks apart.
If I wasn't one hundred percent fucked out, I would have buried my face in her
delightful little butt crack and went to work but there comes a time when even
for a whore of my caliber, enough is enough. I took a look at her butt hole
that you could actually see into; but there was no blood just a lot of rubbed
raw anal tissue, some of which was hanging out her anus. I suspected Lisa would
be in for a good case of hemorrhoids in the next day or two.
"No blood just looked chafed as hell. You better apply some ointment, maybe
some Preparation H."
""I've got some in my purse. Here," said Lisa handing me a foil wrapped
suppository.
I unwrapped the foil, placed it at her entrance to her butt hole and shoved it
in a far as my finger would reach.
"Thanks," said Lisa.
" Must be some money in these videos." I must admit I had a terrible bout of
curiosity why a stunningly beautiful girl like Lisa would make a gang bang
video.
"Terry's going to give me $500 when he sells it to a distributor," said Lisa.
$500 for a video that would be with her the rest of her life, I calculated
that came to $5 a man. I surmised that level of mathematics was beyond Lisa.
Lisa went around and gave me and the other fluffers a hug and kiss as we said
goodbye.
"You girls were great. I couldn't have done it without you. Oh, Terry's trying
to line up two hundred guys for the next video. I hope you're willing to fluff
for me again."
My jaw didn't fall off but it was sore as hell the next day. I went back to
work that week happy to report to David that I was going to be inducted into the
Pagan Motorcycle Club of New England as they were officially called.
"Good news, I'll be initiated a Pagan girl next weekend. I should be able to
track down those stories about Senator Williams after that."
"I've always heard they initiate the females with a gangbang."
"I've heard that too." I had not been keeping my boss informed that I was
getting my brains fucked out regularly by any Pagan who asked.
"And it doesn't bother you?"
"Anything for the story?" The truth was that fucking was the best part of my
undercover work.
"Including getting your ass fucked by a dozen greasy bikers possibly carrying
STDs?"
"If it happens, it happens. I haven't caught anything yet." I didn't bother
to enlighten him that a dozen would be only the start. How about a gross?
"Well, maybe you and I better cool it until this is over. I don't want to
bring a dose of the clap home to Denise," said David with a concerned look on
his face.
"Sure, makes sense. But why don't I go to my doctor after the initiation and
get tested. If I pass, we can still get together for our Wednesday afternoons.
You know how much I look forward to them." I moved my leg between his skinny
thighs and rubbed it against his cock. I couldn't take a chance that David
might find someone else at the paper willing to fuck for favors. I was willing
to fight for my secondary job as David Smyth's piece of office ass.
Still it did reflect the simple fact that my boss didn't give a fat fuck what
happened to me as long as I didn't pass any cooties onto his precious wife. I
could spend the weekend sucking cock and getting fucked in my holes until they
bled but protecting Denise was what was really important. In the end, David got
more than he deserved but he certainly deserved something.
Back at my desk, I was actually looking forward to moving on to the next phase
of my undercover work when I got a call on my cell phone from Kurt.
"Need a favor, Arlene?"
"Sure, What?" I was shocked. Kurt was actually asking not taking.
"Can you get the afternoon off?" Kurt and the rest of the Pagans thought I was
a Customer Service Representative for a big insurance company.
"Yes, I'm still owed some vacation."
"All right, I'll meet you at your place. Oh, you need to dress nice. You got a
skirt and blouse."
"I work for an insurance company."
"Well, pick out your shortest one and something that shows the tops of your
tits. I'll pick you up at 1:00PM.
"I told David I had to leave on business and he said fine. In talking to Kurt,
I'd learned not to ask too many questions. That sets well with the Pagans. Just
do what they say and be prepared for anything.
I rushed home and changed to a short black skirt that was kind of full so it
could be pulled up easily. No use making it difficult for Kurt to get his hands
on me when he decided it was time. I put on a new French cut bra that pushed my
tits up then a bright red top that almost showed the top of my areola. It was
within a millimeter of the pink. The top edge of my butterfly tattoo was
visible. A pair of four inch heels and I was set. My cell phone rang. It was
Kurt telling me he was right out front.
When I reached the curb there was Kurt in a brand new Lincoln Navigator
dressed in a suit. He'd shaved and had his hair cut and styled. He looked like a
young lawyer. I climbed up in the SUV expecting to hear what this was all about.
"Here's you new ID. Leave yours in the car." Kurt handed me a New Hampshire
driving license that actually had a picture of me on the front. I recalled he
had made a number of Polaroid's of me two weeks ago. This was one of the few
where I still had my clothes on and wasn't eating out Wanda's pussy.
The license identified me as Ellen Lambert. I knew that Kurt was Kurt Lambert.
"We're married or brother and sister." I asked as I studied the license.
"We don't look enough alike to be brother and sister." I took that to mean
that Kurt had thought it through.
"Okay, married."
"Take you pantyhose and panties off. Put them along with your real driver's
license in the console."
I pulled up my skirt and eased my underwear off."
"There, see bare pussy." I showed Kurt my hairless pussy thinking it might
get him to tell me what this was all about. And all this mysterious blather was
getting me turned on. I wanted to fuck.
"Makes it easier for the guards to search you."
I was about to explode from curiosity when Kurt filled me in.
"It's my dad's birthday. He's in the Maximum Security wing at Concord. We're
going to pay him a visit."
"That's nice." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I had a weird thought
that Kurt was taking me to meet his family as part of building our relationship
toward an eventual marriage. Then I remember that Kurt was a Pagan and he
probably didn't view me as a future wife living in a vine covered cottage.
"I would have gotten him a present if I had known we were going to see him."
"You are the present."
"What?"
"While I'm talking to him, you get under the table and suck him off. Later,
I'll try to bribe a guard to let him take you in the closet for a fuck."
"When do we sing Happy Birthday?"
"You can hum it when your mouth's around his dick." Kurt was always very quick
with a come back when I made some smart-ass remark. He wasn't stupid that's for
sure. If his life had turned in a different direction he could have been a very
successful lawyer or businessman.
It was an hour's drive to the prison at Concord. It was a new building and
from the outside not as foreboding as I expected. We entered and signed in
through the visitor's entrance. They checked our identification. Kurt and Ellen
Lambert were the son and daughter-in-law of David 'Duke' Lambert.
After that we separated into separate lines for males and females. There were
small children running everywhere. Some of the women were carrying babies. Young
boys old enough to walk were required to go into the male line. There was a
young mother ahead of me who had two small boys. Mom was wearing a short khaki
skirt and a tank top. She must have been scared because her nipples stuck out
like Bing cherries. She was early twenties with a slim figure and a pretty face.
She told me it was her first visit and she'd brought the boys to see their
daddy.
"All boys in the other line," said a guard eying her two kids and her.
She looked terrified and frantic when she found out the boys would have to be
in the line with the men. I guess she pictured them being sodomized when they
were being searched. It must have been her first time because she argued with
the guard.
"Can't they stay with me? Kyle's only seven and Pete's five."
"They'll be okay. We don't butt fuck them until they're ten. Too hard to get
your dick in a seven year olds ass." The guard laughed and gave her a pat on the
ass. He let his hand rest there for a minute then gave it a squeeze before he
took it away. He was from the Marquis De Sade's school of sadists and making
young mothers cry gave him a hard on.
"Are you sure they'll be all right?" The mother was worried and her fears were
being transferred to the boys.
"How the hell should I know? There could be pedophiles in the other line going
to see their buddies. Either let them go into the other line or get the fuck out
of here and go home," he snarled.
What an incredibly mean bastard. I pictured him naked and strapped to an
operating table. Nurse Arlene was slowly slicing through his scrotum immensely
enjoying the act of castration without anesthesia.
The mother whispered something to the boys and the two scared kids went into
the other line. The mother wasn't done yet.
"I'd really appreciate it if you'd make sure my boys are all right." Her voice
had a soft willing tone to it that communicated I know what you want and am
willing to bargain. There was another mother bear defending her cubs with her
ass. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep those boys safe. I didn't
know whether to be proud I was a woman and we were genetically capable of making
such sacrifices or to be disgusted at her willingness to trade her body. Ethics
is a difficult topic.
"Cost you a blowjob," replied the Guard in a low voice.
"All right, just make sure they're okay," replied the woman who would have
gotten my vote for Mother of the Year. The guard put his hands on the boy's
shoulders and took them into the other line. He said something to one of the
guards about watching out for the boys. Then he whispered something to the guard
and they both laughed and looked at the mother.
The mother and I locked glances. I smiled as if to say, "what choice did you
have?" The line moved and I passed beyond a curtain into an area where the women
were being searched. I was surprised to see most of the guards conducting the
search were males. The search was very thorough. A tall black guard whose
nametag read 'Cpl. Lewis Martin' searched me head to toe.
"Bend over and run your hands through your hair." Cpl. Lewis commanded when I
reached the square I was to stand in directly in front of him. I had once read
that people smuggle drugs into prison in their hair and then comb them out.
Sounds disgusting but prison is that kind of place. I did as I was told.
"Pull your shirt up." I pulled my shirt up and the Corporal slipped a hand
inside by bra to make sure I wasn't carrying any contraband. He gave each of my
nipples a sharp pinch just to make sure it hurt. I responded with the "ouch" he
needed to hear.
"Skirt up, turn around and grab your ankles." There was no privacy. People on
both sides of me were being searched and there was a line of women and children
behind me able to watch what was going on. When you enter the prison system you
loose all your rights as a citizen and those family members that visit loose
theirs by association.
In the next square over, there was what looked to be a ten-year-old girl
undergoing a cavity search. A portly male guard was probing her pussy with a
latex clad finger. He had it far enough in to make you believe she'd lost her
cherry somewhere along the line. Who knows, maybe the guard took it with his
finger on a previous visit. The kid looked like she could die of embarrassment.
The girl must have wanted to see her daddy very badly to let a prison guard
stick a gloved hand in her cunt in front of a crowd of other people.
The Corporal took his time fishing around inside my vagina. He was tall and
skinny and he was intent on making sure my cunt was contraband free. He gave me
what I guess was a complement.
"Big muscles in that coochie, you must fuck a lot."
"Every chance I get. My boy friend's got nine inches and his daddy's ten. How
big is yours?" I'm never going to learn to control my smart mouth, never
challenge the system. The system is designed to keep you down and that's final.
"Since you're so mouthy, I'll need to check your butt. Spread you legs wider
and grab your cheeks" Reluctantly, I assumed the position. I felt a cold
lubricant being squirted on my ass then a finger slip inside my rectum. It
probed me as far as it would go then pulled out." It's about the maximum
degradation you can experience in the world of cavity searches to have someone
give you a finger wave while twenty people are watching. I was bent over with my
head down at my ankles and my skirt thrown up on my back. I could see everyone
watching the guard working his second finger in and out my asshole.
"Tight ass too, nothing in the fanny. Grab a tissue and wipe your crack,
you're done." I pulled a tissue out of the dispenser ran it down the crack of my
ass then tossed it into the trash. A couple more steps and I rejoined Kurt. My
conversation with him surprised me.
"Was your ass clean?" I asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Did they find anything when they searched your body cavity?"
"They only do that to the women. All we have to do is empty our pockets and
pass through a metal detector."
How's that for a sexist approach to prison security? Maybe it's just a lot
more entertaining to stick your fingers inside female visitors.
A bell rang, a big metal double door opened and we visitors flooded into what
I supposed was the prison cafeteria doubling as the visitor's area. Kurt had me
by the hand and he walked me back to a table along the far wall where an older
man and a younger man sat together. Kurt's dad was one mean looking fellow. He
had iron gray hair and the body of an NFL linebacker. The younger man was just
the opposite. He looked like one of those Calvin Klein underwear models. Heroin
chic is what they call his look. When we got there Kurt immediately sat down.
There was no handshake or hug. Kurt started right in.
"How you doing, Daddy?"
"Well as can be expected in this shit hole, where's your brother?"
"He had some business to take care of. He told me to tell you he'll come next
time for sure."
"Who's the whore?"
"This is Arlene. She's for you."
"Happy Birthday, Mr. Lambert," I chimed in my sweetest voice, "Kurt's told me
so much about you. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
"I hope she suck's dick better than the last one," responded Mr. Lambert as a
greeting.
At that moment, the young Calvin Klein sitting right beside Kurt's dad spoke
up.
"If you let that filthy whore put her mouth on you, I'll never touch it
again." He gave me a malicious look like I was his worst nightmare.
"Calm down, Gerald, you know you're special to me. But a man needs a little
variety. Besides my boy brought her as a present." Mr. Lambert put his hand on
Gerald's as gesture of good will.
"You need underwear and socks, not a blowjob from some disease ridden slut."
I wanted to say I was a quite healthy slut but why waste your breath. Gerald,
I gathered, was Mr. Lambert's prison wife and a possessive one at that. He was
slender and not bad looking. You have to understand that this strange
conversation took place in a scene from hell as drawn by Hieronymous Bosch. I'll
try to describe it. The room was the size of half a football field and crowded
with dining tables that were bolted to the floor. On the perimeter, there was a
grated catwalk about twelve feet up the wall and a dozen or more prison guards
armed with shotguns monitoring the situation below. Each table had one or two
prisoners sitting with family and friends. Children were everywhere, yelling,
running around and ducking under tables. Here's the odd part. Many of the wives
or girlfriends were already under the table giving their man a blowjob.
I glanced at the adjacent table. The male prisoner was seated holding a baby
in his arms. Across the picnic style table were his son and daughter who looked
to be pre-teen. They were talking to the man I assumed was their father about
something. But Mom was underneath the table sucking Dad's cock. Both of the kids
were occasionally glancing downward to see how Mom was doing. Outside of the
fact that Mom was providing Dad a blowjob right there in front of their kids and
two hundred strangers, it had a familial look to it. I sort of pictured the
conversation in my mind.
"So, how's school?" asked Dad.
"I made an A in Geography," replied Son.
"That's wonderful. Geography was one of my best subjects. That's how I could
make such great getaways except for that time when I got caught in traffic. How
you doing in school, sweetheart?"
"My teacher said I could be an angel in the school Christmas play," said
Daughter.
"What's the name of the play, angel. Oh that's good, Mabel, suck that cock.
You kids should be real proud of the way, your mommy can suck daddy's dick."
Afterwards, I figured all this out. Prisons are rife with AIDS and other
diseases. Medical care, condoms, and education about STDs are almost
non-existent. A prisoner gets one ninety-minute visit a month. When the family
arrives, the female gets her man off quickly. If he's able, she does him again
toward the end of the ninety minutes. Some wives actually get fucked under the
table. They just back their rear up to the man while he sits there. He scoots
down to where he can get it in and she fucks him. If you try to do anything on
top of the table, the guards stop it and kick the family out.
Kurt explained to me later that there's also the phenomenon of weak men with
young pretty wives. Tougher prisoners threaten them that unless they share their
wife next visitor's day, the wife will be visiting them in the prison hospital.
I witnessed a few men stand up and escort their female visitor over to another
table where the wife ducked quickly under the table. The guy would sit down and
wait until his bride sucked Mr. Vicious off. Then the two of them would return
to their table and resume their conversation. Prison is not for the meek.
"Get to it," said Mr. Lambert to me as he leaned back and unzipped his pants.
I went under the table as directed and crawled over to where I was between Mr.
Lambert's legs. I remembered thinking his cock resembled Kurt's as I gave the
tip a lick. Since this coming weekend, Kurt had said I could become a Pagan; the
last thing I wanted to do was make him angry. I focused my energy on providing
his dad a first class blowjob. I was sucking him deeper and deeper into my
throat when a voice practically in my ear announced, "You're doing it all wrong,
that's not what he likes."
My initial thought was, "If he doesn't like it, why is he on the verge of
providing me a mouthful of jism." I took my mouth off Mr. Lambert's cock to
hiss, "go away" to Gerald. He had slipped under the table to watch me. Hs face
was about three inches from mine. All of a sudden a large hand appeared and
grabbed Gerald's ear. The hand pulled him back into his seat.
"Get your butt up here and let her work," said Mr. Lambert.
"I hope you get the clap. She looks diseased."
"You shut the fuck up. You're embarrassing me in front of my boy."
Gerald quieted down and I went back to work. It wasn't thirty seconds before I
felt another hand touch my shoulder. I had almost succeeded in getting Kurt's
dad to pop and I wasn't happy with another interruption. When I glanced angrily
toward the hand, I saw a young wide-eyed five-year-old girl watching me. Her
large expressive eyes were looking intently at me while she sucked on her own
hand. She was pretty. She looked Latino with black curly hair and olive skin.
She was wearing a little dress and smelled like she could use a bath. God, this
was cock sucking under stress. I turned around and ignored the child wondering
whether I was traumatizing her for life or just showing her something she viewed
every day and felt she should master for future use.
A person with my experience sucking dick knows when the guy is about to mail
you his load. I decided to give Kurt's dad my best Las Vegas finish if for no
other reason than to put Gerald in his place. As I felt the first splash of cum
hit the back of my mouth, I did my special thing that empties a guy's cum
reservoir to where it's not only empty but a vacuum. I heard Mr. Lambert making
noises that indicated he was pleased.
"Oh yea, man, this bitch has talent."
"Yea, Arlene's pretty good," said Kurt accepting the compliment meant for me.
That was perhaps one of the two compliments I ever received from Kurt. I came
up wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Gerald was obviously sulking and
refusing to look in my direction. I guess being a prison wife isn't all that
great on visitor's day.
"Has Serge fucked her?" Mr. Lambert asked Kurt. I wanted to raise my hand and
say, "The name is Arlene and I'm a person not a thing," but frankly that would
have been a bad idea.
"Yes, he's screwed her."
"She's a lot better that that skinny nigger he brought last time."
Wanda must not have passed muster. Now there was a genuine complement that a
girl could crochet onto her pillowcase. But today, I was being smart. I just
kept my mouth shut and smiled.
"I'm feeling generous today," said Mr. Lambert, "Girl, Arlene is it, you see
that old man over there talking to the lady in the dress.
I looked in the direction he pointed. There was an older couple seated two
tables away. They were ignoring the sex and chaos around them. They were holding
hands on top of the table and talking calmly.
"Yes, the one where the ladies in a green dress?"
"Yea, that's Charlie Myers, he was one of founders of the New England chapter
of the Pagans. Go over there and suck him off. Tell him it's a present from Duke
Lambert."
I got up thinking, "oh my God, his wife will have a fit."
When I got there, I guessed they were in there sixties. Charlie was holding
his wife's hand in both of his. Actually they looked pretty sweet. I felt awful
about what I was about to do.
"Excuse me, Mr. Myers, My name's Arlene, I'm sorry to interrupt. Duke Lambert
sent me over here to ask if I could suck your cock?"
"Katherine, do you mind?" It was my first experience of a man asking his wife
if he could get a blowjob.
"No, go ahead, as long as it saves me from getting under there. You know my
knees hurt like the dickens when they're on that concrete floor."
"Go to it, miss," said Charlie.
I slipped under the table as Charlie unbuckled his belt, unsnapped and
unzipped then pushed his pants and boxer shorts down. I took it in my mouth and
started to gently suck what seemed to be a very old dick. Old or not, it showed
good signs of life. I caught a few snatches of their conversation and that got
very interesting.
"It was awfully nice of Duke to send her over," said Charlie.
"Didn't he take over the Pagans after you were sent here?"
"There were several club presidents between me and Duke, none of which were
worth a shit until Duke was elected."
"Who's President now?"
"Brady Summers, he owns a chain of nude dancing clubs. Brady's done very well
by the Pagans. He's politically connected."
"You mean there's a politician that's not afraid to come within a mile of the
Pagans."
"Yep, although it's kept very quiet, the Pagans and the Amazons are tight with
the new Senator from Massachusetts."
"Candace Williams, the one who just got elected to Ted Kennedy's seat."
"That's the one."
"That's hard to believe. She's always on television with her husband and
daughter. She's beautiful herself but she also has the cutest little girl. They
say she might run for President soon."
"I know. You hear things about her that surprise you."
"Such as?"
"I know this sounds crazy but I've heard Brady's afraid of her. Rhonda Powers,
the Amazon President, is devoted to Williams. Supposedly, Rhonda treats her like
a goddess. The Amazons provide her security staff, money, muscle, and spies,
whatever she needs. They say when she was first trying to get elected; the
opposition sent some leg breakers to disrupt one of her rallies. The Amazon
grabbed them before they got there and beat the living shit out of them. Nobody
messed with Senator Williams after that."
"Why hasn't any of this come out in the press?"
"The Senator has friends in high places, lots of them."
"Why would Brady Summers be afraid of her?"
"Don't know for sure. It's said Candace Williams can snap the neck of the
three hundred pound man like it was a twig. They say she moves faster than any
human alive. There's even a rumor she's slept with the devil and has sex with
this soldier that was mutilated during the war but has a giant cock covered with
burn scars."
"What ridiculous nonsense? I never thought I hear such superstitious claptrap
from the Pagans. Next thing you know you'll tell me you believe in the Easter
Bunny. How's that girl doing?"
"Good, Duke knows how to pick them. Of course, she's not got as hot a mouth as
you did, Katherine."
"That's sweet of you to say so but youth has its advantages. My old knees
appreciate Mr. Lambert sending her over. Is she doing it the way you like, lots
of ball action?"
"Right as rain, I'm going to let her take her time but I'll pop for sure in a
minute. Remember the first time you gave me a blowjob?"
"I certainly do. It was at a Labor Day rally held at the Topsfield
Fairgrounds. Murray tied me on the back of his bike and offered me to the club.
I'd pissed him off. You were the eleventh Pagan who screwed me that day. I think
I did fifty more before the sun went down. My cunt and ass were gaped open and
bleeding when it was over. Murray took me back to his trailer and beat the shit
out of me with a coat hanger I was in the hospital for a week."
"Murray Welch, there was a real bastard. I enjoyed listening to him squeal
when I cut his nuts off."
Since their walk down memory lane had veered away from Candace Williams, I
concentrated on getting Charlie to spray my mouth. Right before, Charlie was
ready to shoot, Katherine poked her head under the table and made a request.
"Arlene, if you don't mind, please don't swallow Charlie's spunk. Hop up here
when you're done and give me a snowball."
"You don't have to do that Katherine," I heard Charlie say.
"It's a wife's duty to swallow her husband's spunk even if another woman blows
him."
In a few moments, I had a mouthful of Charlie Myers's special formula. I
carefully climbed up beside Katherine who gave me a nice open mouth kiss. I
pushed all the saliva and sperm out of my mouth into hers. We swirled tongues to
mix things properly then she sucked all the spit and sperm out of my mouth and
swallowed.
Katherine reached into her purse and handed me a tissue. Katherine might not
have been a spring chicken and she resembled Aunt Bee on The Andy Griffin Show
but you could tell she would have liked for the two of us to strip naked and get
into some serious rug munching. But she knew it wasn't the time or place.
"Tell Duke thanks," said Charlie as I got up to leave.
"Such a nice girl," commented Charlie's wife as I left.
When I got back I told Mr. Lambert that Mr. Myers sent his thanks. Mr. Lambert
made some type of noise acknowledging my return. Then he said something that
surprised me.
"Gerald, you want a piece of her?"
"She's a disgusting, disease ridden trollop, I wouldn't fuck her with your
son's dick."
"Listen, if you want you can drop your chicken act for the moment and screw
her. It's my birthday and I want you to share it with me."
"You really mean that?"
"Yes, in here day in, day out, you and I are a couple but today if you want
some, take it, I won't say a word, far as we're concerned it never happened."
"Can I take her over there behind the curtain?"
"Yea, you loosen her up for me. I'll join you in a minute and we'll both do
her together, like dad and son."
Doesn't that sound sweet? I was going to be a fuck toy for Duke Lambert and
his chicken. Talk about being treated as furniture, no you don't treat furniture
like that. Gerald stood up. I followed along behind. Nearby was the space
allocated to intercourse provided you paid off the guards. There were curtains
surrounding three sides and a wall behind. If you looked up, there was the
grated catwalk. When I was on my back being fucked I could see a guard standing
looking down at me. It cost Kurt $500 for me to go in that space.
There was a dirty mattress lying on top of a small bed. Gerald had dropped the
prison wife act. I guess he was just a regular guy who traded on his good looks
and slight frame to latch onto an animal like Duke Lambert for protection. Being
in some kind of relationship with Duke reduced his chance for contracting AIDS
and meant that he didn't have to be terrified if he dropped the soap in the
shower. I was feeling empathetic when we slipped behind the curtain.
"I was checked for STD's a week ago and I'm clean." That was a lie of course.
He probably thought I was a hooker and getting regular STD tests was job
related.
"Good, I just want a quick half and half."
I sucked Gerald hard and put extra effort into fucking him. Although he
seemed to be conflicted about heterosexual sex, I gathered he did enjoy it when
he released a load of warm semen in me. We lay quietly together a moment then he
leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek right before Duke entered.
"You got her loosened up?"
"Just her pussy, not her ass."
"You take her mouth, I'll go in her hole. Get up girl, I'm getting on bottom."
So I assumed the cowgirl position with Duke underneath me. Gerald was kneeling
at the top with his legs straddling Duke's head so I could suck him. Ever so
often, Duke would reach up, pull Gerald's cock out of my mouth and suck it
himself. We shared cock-sucking duties. After a while, Duke ordered a change.
"Put it in her ass. I want to feel your dick inside her right beside mine.
Kurt and I used to do that to his mother." I guess there was a possible
explanation why Kurt was a psychopathic killer. I never got the nerve to ask
Kurt about his mother. I probably would not have lived through the answer.
Gerald lubricated me with something he had in his pocket. I suppose a smart
prison wife always carries a supply of butt grease. Gerald mounted me and for
the next few minutes I enjoyed the pleasure of double penetration. I finished
with sperm oozing out of both my holes. When we got back to Kurt, he was talking
to a big burly black man. This guy was close to seven feel tall and must have
weighed over 300 pounds. As I arrived he announced my next assignment.
"All right, Aaron, you can do her."
Aaron didn't say a word to me, just put his hand on my shoulder and marched me
right back behind the curtains. He dropped his prison pants revealing the
largest cock I'd ever seen. I didn't have a way to measure it and wasn't
inclined to ask but Aaron spoke up.
"Bet a skinny white bitch like you never seen a nigger this big?"
"No, it's the biggest." It looked like a fire hose. It was cold black and
looked more like a weapon than something used for making love.
"Well start sucking, ho, we ain't got all day."
"I could work the head in my mouth and that was all. It was a lick job not a
suck job. I played with Aaron's nuts and stroked the shaft while I worked on the
head. It got long and very hard quickly.
"Look at it and be afraid, cunt, I've crippled sluts like you before, sent
them off to the doctor to have their coochie sewed up, Fifteen inches long and
eight inches around, I'm going to split you like a log. I make skinny little
white whores like you bleed."
Aaron was definitely not the soft romantic type. He tumbled me on my back and
pushed several fingers in my pussy painfully forcing it open. Next he grabbed my
labia minor and pulled them apart. I thought he was attempting to rip them off.
He looked in my hole than spit directly in it. I suppose that was his version of
foreplay because next he mounted me.
I would have preferred dog style. I consider that best for accommodating large
objects in your body cavities but Aaron was calling the shots and he opted for
missionary. I looked up to see there were four guards standing on the catwalk
grate looking at Aaron and me. Thank God my orifices were lubricated by previous
fucks.
Aaron worked the head into my opening causing me considerable pressure and
some pain. My feet were kicking the air attempting to find a position that would
allow me to accommodate his humongous cock. I was grunting and whispering "take
it easy" as he positioned himself. I suspected that causing me pain was what
turned him on. Prison is not where you find the sensitive caring types.
When the head of his dick was just inside my opening, I saw him look up at the
guards and give a thumb up sign. He gripped the top of my shoulders in his huge
hands and shoved it into me all at once. Several flashes popped in front of my
eyes. The guards were using camera with flash attachments to take pictures. I
felt every inch of that giant cock as it traveled along my birth canal to a
point that seemed a couple of inches above my navel. I stuffed my hand in my
mouth to keep from screaming. I almost passed out from the pain.
Aaron kept stroking and it slowly went from a feeling of a red-hot poker in my
cunt to a throbbing pain. Size does matter or at least it did in Aaron's case.
After about twenty strokes it started to actually feel good. Like most women,
most of my orgasms were clitoral but this was something else. As Aaron's big
cock pumped me, it was like he was sensitizing the entire length of my vagina.
Size really did matter at least at a certain point. I remember thinking how full
I felt. I concentrated all my keggle and Tantric training and got myself off in
what I call a "Ground Zero" climax. The mushroom cloud wafted up toward those
bastard guards on the catwalk. I had reached an orgasm in the state penitentiary
and I was female. That turned out to be a mistake.
"You cum, bitch?" demanded Aaron. Given that it was a very obvious cum, I
wondered if that was a rarity for women impaled on Aaron's staff.
"Yea, it's great. I've never had one that large." I rose up and French kissed
his lips to show I was pleased. Actually. I was very pleased.
"You fucking white whore, you pile of slut shit, you not the nerve to
disrespect me that way. I'll show you who's in charge." He was very angry with
me and I had no idea why. I figured that out later. The idea of enjoying what
Aaron did to me was strictly anathema.
He grabbed me by my nipples and pulled me up off the mattress by them and
shook me from side to side. It was my first time that anyone had ever picked me
up by my buds and it hurt like hell. I clamped my teeth together to keep from
screaming. I wasn't in the kind of place that anyone would come to my help.
They'd probably beat the living shit out of me for causing a disturbance.
Aaron rolled me over pulled me into the doggie position. I panicked when I
realized he planned to insert that monster in my ass.
"Put it in my pussy, Aaron," I begged, "You're too big for anal."
"Let's see if your white ass can cum with my Johnson in your poop hole."
"Poop Hole" surprised me and I almost laughed, Good thing I didn't, that might
have been my last laugh.
"Have you got any lube? At least, spit on my ass," I implored.
Making those statements was a waste of breath. Thanks to Gerald, I was
lubricated enough for Aaron to slip past my anal ring without too much pain. I
looked up and the number of guards had grown to half a dozen. It would have been
a good time for an escape since most of the guards were watching Aaron screw me
in the ass. The guards were all giving Aaron the thumbs up sign. I was
desperately trying to squirm away but he was holding me so tightly I couldn't
move. It would be weeks before the bruises went away. Aaron pushed forward and
it moved a few painful inches into my rectum. I inhaled what felt like all the
air in New Hampshire trying to control the pain. Camera flashes were once again
blinding me. I felt his huge hands clamp down on my shoulders as he shoved
himself further into my bowels. He grabbed a handful of my hair in one hand and
pulled my head back to where I thought my neck would break. He repositioned the
head of his cock right inside my brown hole then shoved forward hard. It went
deeper this time. He repeated he process getting father inside my intestines
each time.
"Let's see you get off this time, white bitch," whispered Aaron in my ear as
he grabbed my breast in one hand and crushed it. His hand engulfed my boob and
clamped down like he was trying to crush a walnut. But that was only part of the
pain he was causing me.
His cock in my ass made it feel like someone was repositioning my organs
inside my body. I managed to live through several more of the pull back, shove
harder, and go deeper sequence. My teeth were biting down on the top corner of
the mattress to keep from screaming. Finally, after a shove that seemed like it
was going to dislocate my shoulder and break my neck (and possibly leave me
bald) I felt his balls slap against the lips of my pussy. I'd taken it all. I
still felt like there was something inside my gastrointestinal tract that was on
the verge of bursting. There were flashbulbs going off every few seconds so I
kept my eyes closed.
"You still having a good time, ho?" asked Aaron. I hadn't suspected he was
capable of irony.
Aaron began to slowly pound away as I clinched the mattress and chewed on the
edge to stifle my shrieks. I prayed to Jesus to make Aaron cum in my ass quickly
and he answered my prayers. Aaron climaxed and fell forward crushing me on the
mattress. He lay there a minute feeling his cock get soft and slowly retract
from my asshole. At some point, he jumped up and left without saying a word.
"Look at her A-hole, you could stick your fist in it," was something I heard
one of the guards up on the catwalk say as he captured the image of my wide-open
asshole for posterity.
I slowly got to my feet. I brushed my hair back into place with my fingers. I
pushed my skirt down and shoved my tits back inside my top. Exiting the
visitor's area love nook, I walked stiff legged out from behind the curtain.
Every eye in the place was looking at me. I smiled and attempted to walk
normally over to Kurt and sit down. When I did manage to sit down, I realized
there was something wet between my legs. I pulled a couple of napkins out of the
dispenser and discretely wiped between my legs. When I looked at the napkin, it
was bloody. I almost panicked thinking I was hemorrhaging. I grabbed some more
napkins and wiped again, very little blood this time. I said a prayer to Jesus
thanking him that Aaron had not ruptured my insides causing me to bleed to
death."
"You all right?" said Kurt expressing his concern. He probably didn't want to
have to carry me to the car and drive me to an emergency room. Before I could
answer, a bell sounded signifying visitation was ended. I said goodbye to Gerald
and Duke and followed Kurt out of the dining hall.
When we reached the place where we were searched, two guards stopped us. They
whispered something in Kurt's ear. He nodded yes then spoke to me.
"They want some pictures of you. It'll only take a few minutes. I'll be
outside."
Prison is a place where guards have all the power. Swapping sex for certain
privileges is commonplace. Daddy possibly got to use the pay phone a couple of
extra times or more time in yard. I had just been swapped for something. I never
found out what.
I followed a guard into an office area where there was an old leather couch.
There was a camera set up on a tripod.
"I'll give you a minute to fix your hair and make-up," said a guard as he
started to fuss with the camera. He pointed me toward a small bathroom.
On the other side of the room were the mother and her two young sons I'd been
behind when I arrived. Mom was now making payment to the guard for insuring that
her boys weren't molested. The boys were standing right beside their mother who
was kneeling in front of the seated guard. His trousers and boxers were down
around his knees and Mom was making love with her mouth to the guard's fat cock.
The boys were looking wide-eyed at Mom as she performed a very credible blowjob.
They'd probably just witnessed her doing the same thing to their daddy.
Another guard came up, lifted Mom's skirt and pulled her panty crotch to one
side. I heard the seated guard explain the presence of the second guard to Mom.
"Ed's the one that watched your boys go through the search. I told him he
could have a piece."
Mom didn't say a word. What the hell was she going to do about it anyhow? I
watched as she shifted her legs slightly to accommodate the second cock. The
guard knelt behind her as he unzipped and pulled it out. He stroked himself as
he got into position and worked his prick inside Mom's opening. I could hear his
conversation with her boys.
"What's your name, young fellow?" asked the guard as he started the old in and
out inside their Mom.
"I'm Kyle, he's Pete," spoke the older brother.
"Well, boys, do you ever get to watch Mom and Daddy fuck?"
"No, but we just watched Mommy do that to Daddy," said the older boy holding
tight to his brother's hand.
"Well, come closer and see how my cock slips in her pussy, she's nice and wet
like a street whore." The guard pulled one of her ass cheeks apart so the boys
could get a good look. Obviously, the guard got his rocks off humiliating
mothers of small children.
"Let me see," said the younger boy leaning in to get a close-up of the guard's
cock slipping in and out Mom's hole. Children are naturally curious. I could see
from across the room, the guard's cock was glistening with wetness. He was
pumping away inside Mom who was working hard to get the guard in her mouth to
drop his load. The guard pulled the younger boy to where he was on the other
side. Both boys were able to look down and see Mom taking a hard one.
"That's her asshole, look at the way, it's open, I bet your Momma's been butt
fucked before, you boys put a finger in your momma's butt, she'll like that."
I heard Mom mumble something in protest. It sounded like she was begging them
to leave the boys alone.
"Shut the fuck up, every boy wants to fuck his Momma in the ass," said the
guard as he took the youngest boys hand and placed it on Mother's asshole.
"Kyle, lick your finger and stick it in Momma's asshole. You too, Pete, Mommy
likes to have a finger in her ass, don't you Mommy?" said the guard taking the
other boys hand and placing it on Mom's butt. I guess they did as instructed.
The guard picked up his pace.
"Now, pull it open so we can see inside," instructed the guard. I heard more
muffled protests from Mom. Keep in mind, she had a cock in her mouth and that
makes articulation difficult.
The kneeling guard fucked away a few minutes then went into overdrive and
dumped his load. He wasn't finished humiliating the Mom.
Look at that. See all that spunk dripping out of her pussy. Your Mom's a first
class whore. I bet before long, she'll let you fill her with your spunk," said
the guard as he rose to his feet. The seated guard placed one hand on each side
of Mom's head and announced he was ready to pop.
"You swallow every drop, cunt."
The seated guard yelled something else and unloaded in her mouth.
"Kyle, Pete, look at Mom swallowing the Corporal's spunk, your Mom's a real
cocksucker," said the guard as he zipped his pants and straightened his uniform.
Mom slowly stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, took the boys
small hands in hers and walked out. As she passed me, I could see her eyes were
full of tears. As far as humiliation and degradation were concerned, those two
guards were masters. I doubt Mom ever thought of herself in quite the same way
after that day.
"Get busy, cunt, I haven't got all day," commanded the photographer who like
me had taken a break to watch the action across the room.
I repaired my make-up and combed my hair using the brush and comb in my
handbag. The photographer guard finished making his camera adjustments. He came
forward and had me pose in a half dozen positions both seated and lying on the
couch. He called the poses he wanted 'glamour' shots. I think 'slut' shots was
more accurate. One was of me with my legs crossed so you could see my pussy.
When he had taken all the glamour shots, he issued a new round of instructions.
"Take your top off."
After I removed my top and bra, he took another series of photos. Next it was
"get naked" for another round including several spread pussy and ass shots. He
reloaded the camera with fresh film a half dozen times. I remember sitting on
the back of the couch with my legs spread to where my muscles hurt and my hands
holding my labia part so he could get a good shot of my clitoris. He made me
play with so it stuck out. My vagina was still gaped open thanks to Aaron's
superdick.
He handed me several dildos and a butt plug and directed me to insert them in
my holes. That was the last roll of film. The last shot was of me on my back,
feet raised toward the ceiling and my twat and ass facing the camera. My anus
was spread around a sizeable butt plug and I was forcing a long thick black
latex cock into my pussy. I was faking a look of extreme pleasure. I wouldn't
classify that shot as 'artistic."
I heard him hit the rewind on the film and thought I was finished. But when I
stood up to dress, he spoke, "You got me worked up. I need a quick piece of
ass."
I wasn't in a position to say 'no'. He produced a condom from somewhere, tore
it open with his teeth, rolled it on his hard cock. He walked over to me and
said, 'dog style.' I assumed the position.
He pushed in me and started to fuck away. I grunted each time he went inside.
"That big nigger really stretched you out," commented the guard-photographer
as she pumped me.
I focused my keggle muscles and squeezed his cock and reached back between my
legs to play with his balls. I was only interested in getting him off and
getting out of there. I was afraid that Kurt would leave me and I'd have to
hitch hike home. I pictured myself at the truck stop trying to trade my pussy
for a ride up I-93. Fortunately, playing with his nuts got him off. He pulled
out of me giving me a celebratory hard slap on my ass. God how I hoped that
today was over.
I dressed quickly. When I went to leave, the photographer walked over to me
and slipped something cold and slimy inside my bra. I started to reach in and
pull it out but he grabbed my hand.
"Just leave it there, slut. When you get home, you can take it out and eat it
for dessert."
I decided to leave it, as I wanted to get out of that hellhole as quick as
possible. When I did get home, I discovered it was a tied off condom full of his
semen. I skipped dessert that night.
I was exhausted by the time that I reached the parking lot and climbed into
the Navigator. Kurt was listing to Bruce Springsteen, his favorite.
"Certainly took long enough, I've been waiting an hour," said Kurt in his
pissed off voice.
"They kept taking spread beaver shots. He must have burned ten rolls of film.
I couldn't leave till they said so. He also fucked me."
"What were you expecting, a love poem?"
Kurt didn't say another word to me as we drove back to my apartment. Finally,
as he let me out at the curb, he spoke."
"See you Friday at The Sidecar, be on time."
I hobbled upstairs, ran a bath of warm water and gingerly lowered myself down.
As I lay there, I realized I had four days to heal up and get ready to become an
official Pagan girl.
